The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

Chapter 335, the ideal end
Today, in Shushan, Jianmen, there is a sword dance ceremony, gongs and drums are loud, firecrackers are ringing, and swords are humming.

The sword dance formed by the mighty Shushan disciples really has a soul-stirring beauty.

There is also a sense of monstrous sharpness.

Unknowingly, the sky darkened, and drifting dark clouds covered the sky.

Dark clouds obscured the sun.

At this moment, a skinny old lady with white hair came up from under the mountain gate, and beside her was Qing Hong who stood by her sword.

Ming Ming is old, but his eyes are full of spirit, like sharp swords.

This is the first time Li Wei saw her, the current head teacher of Shushan.

The last one of this Shushan sword dance is her.

Raise the sword and point to the sky.

Shushan Sword Dance.

In the sky——

When the sword points to the sky.

All the storms and thunderstorms turned into silence.

Shushan, after all, did it.

in this generation.

Slash demons, eliminate demons.

And it seems that the existence above the sky will not be too unexpected.

Cutting off the dragon veins of Shushan is to know the sword of Shushan and what the purpose of Shushan is.

Everyone knows it.

There was no reaction from the sky, it seemed to cut off the dragon vein of Shushan, which was also an attitude of contempt and contempt.

Maybe it's the beings in the sky who don't think that these short-lived 'sword immortals' can cause any disturbances.

Short life, too rigid, and easy to break.

The accumulation from generation to generation is nothing more than that, and it is even poorer and weaker than when Shushan Jianmen was at the beginning.

The number of people is even rarer.

Now, in the name of dancing the sword, pointing to the sky with the sword.

It's audacity.

It is the mayfly shaking the tree.

"It's the day, the head of Shu Mountain, Qing Yi, here, I ask the heavens to accept my three swords."

Under the wind and lightning, the aged head was as tiny as an ant.

The old head of Qingyi remained motionless, but the simple long sword in his hand was pointing at the clouds in the sky.

"It's a sword."

As soon as Qing waved the long sword in his hand, phantoms floated out of it.

That is what Qing Yi saw and heard while traveling around the world not long ago.

These mortal experiences are all turned into a sword.

"Daddy, I'm hungry. Those uncles took our food, when will they return it?"

"Don't worry kid, I won't be hungry again soon, I won't be hungry soon, I have delicious broth today, I won't be hungry again..."

"Really? We don't even have food, so how can we eat meat?"

"real."

A pot of delicious broth was served in the pot.

But it was a pot of broth brought by the neighbor in the windy and cold outside.

The neighbor's aunt's eyes were red, and her hand holding the fresh broth was still shaking.

Why, Auntie is crying?
Then, my mother came out of the kitchen, holding a pot of broth in her hand, which also exuded a fragrance.

She passed by the neighbor's aunt and sent the broth to the neighbor's house.

"Why does Auntie have to drink broth with Mother?"

the boy asked in a low voice.

And ah.

Sister, where did she go?

Many, many questions.

The feeling of hunger invaded the boy's brain.

Can't handle that much anymore.
All he had left in front of him was the delicious broth, and when he took a sip of the soup, the feeling of warmth and fullness in the boy's belly already made him a little
Fascinated.

"Delicious, really delicious but a bit sour."

"But the meat is really delicious, and the stomach can be full."

The young man ate deliciously.

There were tears on his face.

Why, are you crying?
The image of the boy crying hangs upside down in the sky, and the drops of tears fell into the hearts of all Shushan Taoists.

what is he eating
Why is the neighbor swapping the broth with the mother?

The answer is obvious
"The weather is unpredictable, and the harvest of food and grass is poor."

"Hungry is everywhere, changing children to eat."

"It was the same a hundred years ago, and it will be the same a hundred years later. The so-called rotation of the sky has basically not changed."

"Dare to ask the heavens, the weather will not change for a hundred years, and it will be bleak for a hundred years. The drought will get more dry, the waterlogged will get more waterlogged, the cold will get colder, and the hot time will get hotter. Is it really the way to balance the weather?"

A desolate sword expresses the suffering and bitterness of the world of mortals.

The existence above the clouds in the sky did not respond, there was only endless silence, and there was a violent and boundless thunder cloud aura.

Hongchen's Sword of Pain did not cause any reaction.

At this time, Qing repeatedly struck out a sword.

This sword also caused an upside-down reflection in the sky.

Those are ghosts and evil creatures biting human bodies, using human hearts, flesh and blood.

to replenish itself.

Demons and demons are in trouble, the earth is in chaos, yin, yang, yin and yang, evil ghosts, Shura, imps, hungry ghosts, zither girls, water ghosts, long-bubble ghosts
But all the monsters whose names can be handed over are everywhere on this land, and the group of demons dances wildly, which is the carnival of the group of demons.

Inside the imperial city, protected by the magic energy of the real dragon and protected by weapons and weapons, monsters cannot approach, or at least fear.

Outside the imperial city, these monsters are gathering, frenzied joy, even with the sword fairies of Shushan and some folk alchemists, they can't alleviate their chaos, they can only let them destroy the village To destroy the village, everyone is in danger.

At this time, Qing asked again and again.

"In today's world, demons and demons are in trouble, and it is the same as it was a hundred years ago."

"Heavenly Guards, there are 360 heavenly soldiers and generals, and there are [-] ​​five gods who go to heaven and enter the earth."

"Why, regardless of the weather and solar terms, this monster in troubled times?"

The tone of the aged head of Shushan was sonorous.

Then cut out the sword of mortals.

But to ask, why didn't the gods kill demons?

"You wait for the atmosphere of the world of mortals, eat the incense for worship, but let the world be chaotic, watch with cold eyes, and even have the intention of fueling the flames."

"Yes, what do you mean?"

"This incense offering, is it for free?"

Every time Qing Yi finished a sentence, the sword power on his body rose by one point.

The luck of the surroundings began to distort, and the luck of Shushan, which was cut off by the sky, seemed to be faintly connected.

No one can ignore the sword energy in this thin and old body.

Well-deserved, the name of Sword Immortal.

At least, in terms of the sword energy he possesses.

She is indisputable.

Strong.

The momentum climbed one section after another, just waiting for Tianqiong to reply to Qingyi's question.

Finally, above the sky, finally a voice replied.

"What the heavens do is God's will. You and other mortals should not ask, let alone care about it."

The voice was indifferent without any emotion, as if it was stating a fact.

"Is it God's will?"

Qing Yi took it alone and said, looking at the long sword in his hand.

"So, is this God's will?"

"okay."

"Then please, this heaven, which regards everything in the world as a straw dog, accepts my third sword."

This time, Qing Yi pointed at Tian Qiong's sharp sword, without the sincerity of the billowing red dust.

Only, behead all Fengrui.

(End of this chapter)