Jiuzun asked

Sansheng!Fortunately!

Li Sansheng smiled and asked, "Uncle...do you know the way down the mountain?"

Xiao Wenwen looked at the pure-hearted child in front of him, and understood why Liushenjing's old sword was chosen.

He stroked the top of Li Sansheng's head, put all he had learned in this life into Li Sansheng's soul sea, and left in the air.

"The immortal touches my top and bears longevity."

Li Sansheng knelt down towards the old locust tree, and shouted with tears in his eyes: "Father...Mother, the fairy has touched me."

Under the ancient locust tree, his parents are buried. This is also his parents' last wish. It is just a remnant soul, and he also wants to get a piece of "shady locust tree".

The "Ghost Valley Bell" on the wall of the Jianjian City is so drunk that even the demon saint under the cliff can't make strange sounds.

Yu Yao stood with his sword in his hand, but he didn't see the demon sage of the Mahayana realm, only Xiao Wendao and the alcoholic hanging on the pillow sword city, the biggest ghost valley bell turned into rubble, but it was quite pleasant to hear.

Xiao Wenwen looked down and smiled back, Yu Yao shrank his neck, feeling the coolness.

"Who the hell is he..."

The corner of Yu Yao's clothes was pulled by a person, but he was a disciple guarding the cliff together, named He Yiliang.

"Master...Master Uncle."

He Yiliang yelled softly, seeing the phoenix-shaped jade pendant on Yu Yao's waist turned into a spirit bird, heading southeast.

"Tenglou...Qing Palace."

That is the place where Qingjiu, the master of the rattan tower, is located, and it is also the place where her teacher inherited.

Suddenly, the Xuejiao under the cliff of Jianshan Mountain emerged with a half-mountain-sized head, looking down at Yu Yao.

Yu Yao's angry eyes moved, and he drew his sword, the sword energy drifted away, leaving behind a golden pill of the snow dragon.

"Xuejian...why bother."

Yu Yao held the sword on the sword wall, engraving the word "Chen".

"You guard the Pillow Sword Cliff." Yu Yao shouted, and passed away in the wind.

The rattan building is like a forest, surrounded by green vines, and the mountains are full of greenery.

Xiao Wenwen stood in front of the rattan building, standing with his sword horizontally, making the huge rattan building three feet shorter.

"Fellow Daoist... Do you have to overturn this rattan building?" Qing Jiu lowered his eyes, dressed in plain clothes of the Seven Phoenixes, standing alone.

"Happy."

Thinking about it, Xiao Wenwen raised his sword and went away, the sword cut through the clouds outside the sky, and that crack also cut through the inside and outside of the rattan building.

This sword was the first sword Xiao Wendao learned, and it was also the only sword taught by Xiao Qishan.

Back then, the sword was nothing more than cutting open the thorns under his feet.Now a sword is also cutting open the big Luo in front of him.

In less than half an hour, there were a million disciples of the rattan tower, hanging in the sky outside the rattan tower, and Chen Chang'an, Yu Yao, Mrs. Haitang and Qin Nu were all standing inside.

Qingjiu, the owner of the rattan building, hung an oil lamp on his plain hand, the light was like a bean, and said in a low voice: "This is what the master left behind, and it is called the Sancun Renjian."

The oil lamp turned into a bean fire, covering the huge world of creation.

Xiao Wenwen saw the details of that oil lamp, it was just a small world, but this small world was thousands of times larger than the world of creation.

Today, this small world is built by 13 people, and Tenglou Qingjiu is holding a lamp outside. The 12 people except Xiao Wendao are the last details of Tenglou.

These twelve Daluo Jinxians, ten men and two women, are all demon saints.

He is also a saint who can cross 33 heavens in one step!

"Sui Shan... please."

After all, the mountain comes.

This person is the cultivator of the mountain god, who turned into a mountain covering the sky with one breath, and a voice from outside roared: "The great way is invisible."

Junshan is the emperor, Zhuxian came.

Sui Shan seemed to be an ancient seal, pressing down on Xiao Wendao, took root on the ground, and broke his soul.

In an instant, Sui Shan was cut in two and collapsed into ruins. Xiao asked indifferently: "I learned this sword from a butcher back then."

But it was a butcher at the foot of Buzheng Mountain, with a one-shot knife technique.

The remaining 11 people, with golden eyes, turned into one person, but looked at a female cultivator in front of her, holding a fairy sword called "Tianyu".

This sword is the last sword left in the world by the Taoist ancestor who preached to Qingjiu.

"The world is unified, and the way of heaven is suppressed."

Xiao Wendao, the third soul cultivator, watched these 11 people transform into one person, whose body was like glass and whose soul contained the heavens.

This is not the cultivation of the Daluo Golden Immortal, even in the realm of the Immortal Emperor, it is not too much.This art of combining soul and soul has turned into the realm of immeasurable heavenly lords.

"Immortals know the way of heaven, but saints don't know the infinite."

This fusion technique was created by him. When he established his ancestors, he was named Tiandao Wuji.

A sneer, quite funny.

Above the dog days, dragons rise up.

The body is like a storm, and the plan is like a thunder.

The Panlong of the Immeasurable Heaven Venerable Realm swallowed Xiao Wendao in one gulp, just as he thought in his heart, the belly of this Fanglong Panlong was formed by the five elements and four methods in the Dao of Heaven.

Metal, wood, water, fire, and earth are the foundations of building heaven and earth.

Wind, rain, thunder and lightning are transformed into the law of yin and yang.

The lamp held by the master of the rattan building flickered on and off, and that bean fire was reflected in the eyes of the disciples of the rattan tower.

This sealing method, she had seen the master before, and sealed the Immortal Emperor.

Although, it was worthwhile to kill eleven Da Luo Jinxians.

Qing Jiu was about to return with the lamp, but saw a small gap in the lamp base, but a voice came from the world inside the lamp: "I have a sword, which can defy the way of heaven."

The bean light on the oil lamp swayed in the wind, Qingjiu protected it with his hands, but saw the bean fire extinguished.

This oil lamp turned into a handful of dust, and that speck of light gradually dimmed with Qing Jiu's eyes.

"He is infinite."

Qing Jiu was startled, and suddenly slumped on the ground, this sentence was only said by Tiandao Wuji.

The twelve Daluo Jinxians in the rattan building fell to the ground. They were originally in the realm of Daluo Jinxians, but they fell to earth immortals.

In one thought, a sword of millions hangs above the small rattan building.

Yu Yao and Chen Chang'an also didn't know that Xiao Wendao was a god of killing, but as a disciple of the Tenglou, he was honored by all and lost by all.

"Tenglou disciple, I just want to die."

A million fairy swords come to cover the sky.

Qing Jiu raised his powerless clear eyes, waved his hands, sighed, and said, "Tenglou lost."

She didn't want the Tenglou to fall into doom, she knew the person in front of her too well, her heart collapsed, and she knelt down in front of the Tenglou.

The myriad worlds are silent, like the dim light that used to be.

"Tenglou lost... I lost." Qingjiu looked at Xiao Wen, but his eyes were stubborn, and said: "But I don't know, what is the crime of Tenglou, and what is my crime for Qingjiu? Heavenly Immortal Saint...what's the crime?"

Xiao Wenwen stood up indifferently, looked at Qingjiu who was prostrate in front of him, and glanced at the drunkard.

I saw that the drinker was holding two scrolls and standing in front of the drinker.

A painting, eyes like lightning, a purple body, sitting cross-legged among thunder clouds, cultivating the way of thunder and martial arts.

"White Pond."

Qingjiu saw at a glance that this person was a spiritual cultivator from Tenglou, who broke the heavens 3000 years ago.

He is no longer in the realm of the nine heavens, and this person only likes to cultivate purely, and he does not leave half a step away from the "Tiantan".

"Where is he."

Qing Jiu's eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice: "He is a cultivator of Lei Wu, named Bai Ze. He is originally from the Tenglou, but he can be regarded as a guest, and everyone in the Tenglou is called Master Bai."

"It's broken." Xiao Wen asked with a deep groan, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The drunkard held up another scroll, which depicted a woman, Shang Conghan who was left behind by the God of Lei Wu.

Qingjiu lingered, looked at the picture scroll girl, frowned for a long while, but couldn't see the origin of this person.

"I don't know this person, but I want to ask... is it because of her that Dao Zun came to my Vine House?"

Qingjiu exhaled and raised his eyes to stare.

"Yes."

Xiao asked indifferently, but saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old female cultivator floating down, and said in a low voice, "I met her once in Master Bai's altar."

But Qingjiu's mind was already in a mess, she looked at the picture scroll girl, it seemed like a small stone was thrown into her heart, and her heart was surging.

"and then."

Qing Jiu came back to his senses, and said in a low voice, "That's what I said."

"Back then, when the Confucian Chan ancestor went to visit friends at the altar, the woman beside Master Bai was standing there." The female cultivator rolled her eyes and continued, "Master Bai called her Han'er."

"At that time...at that time." The female nun stopped for a while.

"Say..." Qing Jiu was indifferent for a while.

"At that time, this woman was pregnant, but she stood there smiling."

The alcoholic San Chi was stunned, holding the portrait of Shang Conghan, he looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, tore up the scroll and sprinkled it in the sky.

This matter is also a matter of no head.

What he thought in his heart was that with Shang Conghan's cultivation as understanding, he would never destroy the heavens.

Now, wait for a fantasy!

"That's all... that's all." The alcoholic Sanchi smiled wryly twice, and added a few strands of white hair.

His inner demon is heavy again!

Xiao Wenwen stroked the top of the alcoholic's snowy hair, as if stroking a child, and said calmly: "I have seen the world of Tenglou, so I should let Tenglou see my world."

In the palm of his hand, there was a crack in the void, grabbing towards the heavens.

The sky seemed to be a mirror, shattered in Xiao Wendao's palm, his soul consciousness, wandering in the heavens, saw Bai Ze.

Lei Jian God punishes, one thought is eternal.

The sky is like a mirror, returning to peace.

But the millions of monks in the rattan building were confused.

Standing in front of the people, Bai Ze glanced at Xiao Wendao, prostrated himself on the ground, trembling.

This immortal god who broke the void, took it off with one hand!

"Heavenly Venerable."

Bai Ze didn't know Xiao Wendao, but he knew his methods. This hand covering the sky was not an ordinary Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable.

The drunkard's eyes lit up, and Bai Ze also saw the drunkard, and said softly, "It's you."

After nearly [-] years, Bai Ze was also surprised to recognize the alcoholic at a glance.

"I practice Taoism at the altar, and the people I've met have only two palms, which is not uncommon." Bai Ze said, and asked softly, "Did you come here from the cold?"

The drunkard nodded, his eyes were like a viper.

"She's my wife... even if this Heavenly Venerable you invited beats me to a pulp, she won't come back." Bai Ze shouted, looked at Xiao Wen and asked without saying a word.

"Does she... hate me?"

Bai Ze recalled the past, and said with a smile: "You... are not worthy of her hatred. If you miss her, you will destroy the heavens. She is waiting for you in God's punishment."

The reason for this is unclear.

Above the sky, black clouds filled up, and the clouds turned into a human face like a black mirror.

The alcoholic looked up to the sky, weeping.

With a single thought, Xiao Wenwen's palm turned into a broken void, returning that Bai Ze's body to the heavens.

"Dependent origin is extinguished, and conditioned birth is empty."

Xiao Wenwen patted San Chi on the shoulder, and remembered Nalan Dieyi.