The throne of God is waiting for me

palace.

Xiao Wan stood leisurely, blood dripping from the tip of the sword beside him, and his body was as pure as snow, and his expression was relaxed. It didn't look like he had experienced a fierce battle at all, but more like a young man from a noble family going out to visit friends, calm and happy.

"How brave, how dare you break into our holy religion alone!" The Iron Masked Man narrowed his eyes coldly, looking at the line of blood flowing from the tip of Xiao Wan's sword, "It seems that the four elders and eight elders outside are The protectors have all been killed by you."

"That's right." Xiao Wang said two words lightly, and then said helplessly, "I'm here just to borrow your land temporarily. Unfortunately, the owner here seems to be quite stingy."

His tone seemed to be modest and polite, but the domineering meaning in it rushed towards him: "In this case, I have no choice but to take it by force."

The atmosphere in the hall was completely frozen, and the two qi machines continued to collide, but they had already tested each other dozens of times in just a few breaths.

In the end, the man in the iron mask could no longer maintain his calm posture and stood up with a thud, thus breaking away from the pressure of Xiao Wan's momentum.

"What a bad visitor. Since you dare to say that you want to take away my holy religion's foundation, I want to see if you are really capable!"

He jumped up and rushed towards Xiao Wan from a high position. His fingers were flexed like an eagle probing its claws. The strong wind blew up the sleeves of his robes. All the lights in the hall were suddenly extinguished. In the darkness, only the sound of breaking wind could be heard. .

Xiao Wan stood there quietly, his eyes covered by the snow-white silk ribbon were deep and empty. It made no difference to him whether the surrounding environment was dark or bright, only the awe-inspiring sound of the wind was particularly clear in his ears.

"Three heads and six arms indeed..." He was not affected at all, and even had time to respond to the other party's words, his voice was calm and calm, "...there is only one sword."

The sound falls and the sword rises.

The dim hall was illuminated in an instant, and the cold light was like the sky hanging upside down. The beauty of the moment made everyone hold their breath.

The bright sword light was reflected in the frightened and angry eyes of the Iron Masked Man. He subconsciously stood up to face the enemy, his broad robe sleeves swelled, and the fierce and violent palm wind poured out.

Su Yiru had just arrived after hearing the news about Xiao Wan. Before she could speak, Su Yiru saw this stunning and bright sword light, and she subconsciously relaxed her breathing.

Two figures flew past the palace and soon arrived at the top of Mount Yin. The rustling autumn wind swept the fallen leaves all over the mountain, and the sword energy filled the air. The golden fallen leaves were flying all over the sky, like a rain of money, covering Su Yiru's head and face as he followed.

The wind in the Iron Mask's palm was extremely powerful, and his internal energy was strong and long-lasting. His moves were like thunder and fire, and all the surrounding trees were destroyed by it, turning into countless sawdust.

Xiao Wan's sword intention is ever-changing, sometimes majestic and majestic like the sun and the moon rising, sometimes light and ethereal like the sunset of the night. The only thing that remains unchanged is the aloof and misty spirit that is untainted by any fireworks, like an immortal walking in the dust, overlooking the universe.

After only a dozen moves were exchanged, the Iron Masked Man gradually became overwhelmed, switching from attack to defense, and his figure became embarrassed.

From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Su Yiru who was standing nearby and watching the show happily. He dodged and shouted coldly: "Su Yiru, as a saint of my holy sect, if you don't take action, how long will it take?"

Su Yiru, who was suddenly called, looked up blankly, couldn't help blinking, and subconsciously complained: "Me? Leader, are you kidding me?"

Although she has the secret medicine of the Demon Sect in her body and must obey the order of the leader, but now that the leader himself is in danger, he still expects her to continue to be obedient. Could it be that he took the wrong medicine?

Thinking of this, she slapped her forehead: "Oh, I was so busy watching the show that I almost forgot my purpose."

She turned around and hurried away, heading straight to the secret room of the Demon Cult.

In the background of her hurried departure, golden leaves spread all over the mountain tops, Xiao Wan's clothes were fluttering, and they fell to the ground lightly. There was only a soft body lying on the ground behind her.

Xiao Wan sheathed his sword.

Soon, Su Yiru not only successfully obtained the antidote, but also brainwashed most of the Heavenly Demon Sect disciples who remained in the main altar with a trick. Those who do not accept the deception will naturally follow the leader of the Demon Cult.

Xiao Wan was intimidated by his extremely high force value, and Su Yiru was handing out antidote and brainwashing kits everywhere. Soon, when Xiao Wan returned to the Heavenly Demon Sect Lord's Hall, he was greeted by a brand-new palace.

In the spacious and gorgeous hall, bright lamps were hung high, and all the hideous decorations on both sides were removed, replaced by countless gorgeous snow-white curtains. The former disciples of the Demon Sect gathered their faces and folded their hands one by one, standing respectfully, creating a It has the solemn momentum that only the Zhengdao sect can have.

Xiao Wang's consciousness swept over Su Yiru, who was also standing solemnly below, and a flash of surprise flashed in his heart. It seemed that he did not expect that this guy who seemed quite unreliable actually had a good management skills.

Originally, I took action against the Demon Sect first, but I just didn’t want these people to cause trouble in secret. Unexpectedly, now I have an unexpected surprise and discovered a special talent.

"Very good." Xiao Wan nodded secretly, "The decision is yours."

——The target of blame in the future.

Standing below, Su Yiru, who looked serious but was actually in a state of wandering mind, suddenly felt a chill on his back. He quickly scanned around with his eyes vigilantly, but found nothing.

However, one day in the future, when Su Yiru is working hard every day and writing papers, she will sigh and secretly regret that she accidentally boarded the pirate ship.

——

One month later, when those Bai Dao masters who received Xiao Wang's letter came to the foot of Yin Mountain, they almost suspected that they had gone to the wrong place when they saw the overall style of the Tianmo Sect buildings that had changed dramatically.

At the beginning of mid-winter, the northern part of the Great Wall was already covered with frost and snow. Xiao Wan stood among the white peaks, with his dark hair dyed white by the frost and snow. His aura was ethereal and lofty, as if he was merging between heaven and earth.

There are no traces of birds, and all the mountains are white.

Not far away, more than a dozen figures came walking on the snow, looking at the snow-white shadow between the peaks. The unparalleled chilling aura almost dispersed the wind and snow. At this time, there was deathly silence between the heaven and the earth.

——

Ten years later.

In March in the south of the Yangtze River, the spring rain is like silk, the water is gurgling on the small bridge, the orioles are flying everywhere, the grass is growing, and the sound of strings is moving.

"Have you ever heard of the most talked-about battle in the world?"

In the restaurant, high-rollers from the north and south are constantly coming and going, there are beautiful songs and dances in the painting studio under the corridor, there are a lot of tourists outside the window, and the long river hangs like a white line in the sky. The scenery is unique. It is worthy of being the top gold-selling cave in the south of the Yangtze River.

The storyteller on stage was full of excitement. Even though ten years had passed, he was still talking eloquently, and the emotions of the audience were unconsciously affected.

"...That battle was truly earth-shattering. It was unprecedented in the world for a hundred years." At this point, the storyteller lamented and sighed, "Who could have expected that the young Pavilion Master Xiao could actually do it with his own strength? With such power, he defeated twelve top masters of the White Way in a row? And before that, he had defeated the Heavenly Demon Sect alone and took all its hundreds of years of foundation into his hands."

The audience in the audience also made an uproar.

Someone recalled what happened in the past years and whispered in the corner: "Back then, we heard that Pavilion Master Xiao invited all the masters of the White Way to gather at Yinshan Mountain. We thought he had found the Heavenly Demon Sect as a backer!"

The person next to him smiled and chatted: "I know this well. It is said that those Bai Dao masters also misunderstood. The Wushuang Master Mu Qingfeng even questioned Pavilion Master Yu Xiao face to face."

"What Mr. Wushuang? Now he is nothing but a joke in the world." Another rising young man interjected.

"Don't interrupt! I'm not interested in that Mr. Lao Shenzi Wushuang." The person who spoke first waved his hand in displeasure and asked the other person, "Since you know the inside story, you might as well tell me who Pavilion Master Xiao was that day. How to deal with it?”

The thin "young man" who claimed to know the inside story smiled nostalgically, his ordinary face showing a different kind of magnanimity, and a scar the size of a palm on the corner of his forehead was particularly conspicuous.

"That day..."

——

That day, the sky was filled with snow and wind, and someone stood proudly on the top of the mountain, facing a group of masters and taking the lead in drawing a sword.

"On this river and lake, the so-called underworld and the white path are nothing but mud and sand." He said calmly, "I will explore the way of heaven next time. I just hope that after this battle, no one will bother me again."

The implication is that he wants to use everyone present as a stepping stone to shock the entire world.

After being humiliated like this, Mu Qingfeng, who originally wanted to avenge his adoptive father, immediately sneered and said: "Brother Xiao is so majestic. Could it be that you have been accepted by the underworld again, and with the Demon Sect as your backer, you want to use your power to overwhelm others. ?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he lost his voice in shock.

A sword light has already lit up from among the peaks, and the wind and snow in the sky have been attracted. This sword is completely different from Xiao Wan's previous style. It doesn't have half of the ethereal aura it once had, but it still has a kind of charm that scares people's hearts. :-)Si:-)Rabbit:-)Net:-)

It combines many techniques and artistic conceptions of Tianmo Sect, and combined with Xiao Wan's extremely powerful soul power, it is enough to exert incredible power.

With a single strike of the sword, inner demons abound, and everything becomes an illusion.

Those who face this sword directly seem to see all kinds of thoughts in this dream-like sword, feel the boundless joy, the boundless sorrow, the overwhelming fear and the raging flames.

It's as if endless hell has emerged in the world.

But Xiao Wan's voice was still as cold as ever.

"What does the underworld and the white way have to do with me? I follow my own path."

——

"That person must not have known..." In the restaurant, the thin "young man" with the scar on his forehead had an indescribable look in his eyes, and his voice gradually became inaudible, "How dazzling he was at that moment."

——Like the sun dwelling on the moon, shining on the earth below.

The whispers of the "young man" were not heard, but the storyteller on the stage continued, eloquent and passionate.

"...Then, this Pavilion Master Xiao conveniently built another pavilion on the highest ice peak in the north of the Great Wall, named: My Way Pavilion. He will gather all those who only follow my way in the world."

"Regardless of warriors, doctors, gardeners, painters, or even small farmers, anyone who is obsessed with seeking the Tao can go to the pavilion without being affected by the black and white."

The storyteller sighed repeatedly and was filled with envy: "The pair of swordsmiths who fell in love across the two realms of black and white, escaped from the pursuit of their respective masters under the protection of our Dao Pavilion. Now they have become famous The great swordsmith of the world."

Outstanding talents in other fields also emerged one after another, even changing the face of the entire world unknowingly.

Our Daoge has also unknowingly become the top force in the world.

"However, that Pavilion Master Xiao has long ago entrusted the management responsibility to the previous saint of the Heavenly Demon Sect. He himself devoted himself to cultivation, exploring the way of heaven, and ignored all the affairs of the world."

——This overwhelming power that countless masters in the world of black and white aspire to is like a speck of dust on his sleeves, unable to slow down his progress.

He sighed deeply, his expression full of leisurely yearning. Most of the people in the audience had the same attitude. After all, just one or two participation in such legendary deeds may be enough for a lifetime.

"By the way!" A young man in the audience suddenly asked, "I heard that after the battle, not all of the twelve white masters died on the spot, at least the peerless master Mu Qingfeng was alive and well. It seems that the former head of the Tianshan Sect personally went out to get him back."

"I guess there must have been a world-shaking battle between the former head of the Tianshan Sect and Pavilion Master Xiao!" His eyes showed a look of longing.

After all, he heard that Mu Qingfeng was the beloved disciple of the head of the Tianshan Sect and had an engagement with the head's daughter.

When this matter was mentioned, several people on the scene couldn't help laughing, and one of them laughed out loud: "There was no war, but there was an interesting thing."

"The head of the Tianshan Sect went with his beloved daughter to ask for a disciple, but the eldest lady of the Tianshan Sect fell in love with someone else as soon as she saw Pavilion Master Xiao. She abandoned her future husband on the spot and fell in love with Pavilion Master Xiao."

"Even the head of the Tianshan Sect expressed unexpected admiration for him after discussing Taoism with Pavilion Master Xiao."

This person was overjoyed, as if he recalled that Mu Qingfeng, who had overshadowed the younger generation and even stole the heart of his sweetheart, was so embarrassed, and he felt really relieved.