Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

The Lord of Time City naturally doesn't know what kind of agreement the Three Ques Lord God has reached.

On Shuli Mountain, the Lord of Time City frowned and looked at the land of misery beneath his feet. This time, he could feel the pulse of misery without the help of the Lord's eyes.

Bang, bang, bang.

One after another, it struck his heart.

No god in the realm of the Six Heavens understands the Sun God's thoughts better than him. The Lord of God created this side of heaven and earth, and this side of heaven and earth also nourishes the Lord of God. The creator and the created share life and death together.

Therefore, the God Lord does not allow this world to be out of balance, and all things must grow according to his will.

Nowadays, the God Lord, who has a flaw in his body, needs to use Luo Hu to kill his increasingly obvious self-consciousness in the miserable state, and also to take back the sun fire left in Luo Hu's body.

The Lord of Time City sighed: "Luo Hou is not that easy to talk to. Su Huanzhen has never taken advantage of him."

When Su Huanzhen was around, he could make some deals with Luo Hou through this middleman. Now that Su Huanzhen was missing, if he went directly to Luo Hou, he would not only have to pay a heavy price, but he might also get clues.

The Lord of Time City can be sure that if Luo Hou knew that he had the idea of ​​banishing him to the Time Wilderness, he would pull out Jidu immediately.

If he fought hard, he would definitely not be Luo Hou's opponent.

If you use the Time Forbidden Technique, you will naturally win, but you will also be counterattacked by the law of time and become a permanent wanderer in time.

It's one thing to show loyalty in front of the leader, but it's another thing to actually implement it.

"I'm helpless!"

Bang, bang, bang.

The increasingly powerful pulse of suffering struck in a place of extreme darkness, where a naked human brain was suspended.

Gradually, the pulsating sound of suffering triggered a brain wave reaction, and circles of ripples spread outward, like an endless call.

After a long time, a green magical beast with an insect-like face, exposed fangs, and dragging cicada wings walked towards the brain, listening to the messages coming from the brain waves.

"The doomsday plan...the creation of the sky...the heroes outside the universe."

"The soul of an immortal...the body of a god...the spirit of death."

"Infinity...Shadow...Transformation...Bardo."

"Yes."

The monster shuffled away, muttering something.

Regardless of the Six Heavens Realm or the Dark Tower, they are too far away from ordinary people.

All living beings in a miserable state still eat, walk, talk, and do what they should do.

In the inner chamber of the Defeng Ancient Road, Jun Fengtian, Mo Qingchi and Yu Lijing finally waited until the sword was close at hand to restore Qingming.

Although the God of the Dead Kingdom has removed all the power of blood and darkness and evil spirits, the long-term psychological pressure still makes it impossible to speak when the sword is close.

Yuli Jing got him pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

With his sword close at hand, he picked up the pen and wrote the first sentence: "My name is Zhan Huo. I am the son of Zhan Nian and Xi Duanhong. I live in Qinglao Mountain."

Jun Fengtian and the others were shocked when they saw the words Xi Duanhong.

"Our family used to be happy and happy. But from that day on, my father became a little strange. He kept telling me to return the sword to him..."

After Jun Fengtian and the others read Jian Jianjia's confession, they found no relevant clues about Gui Qi's master, but they felt unspeakably heavy.

"You can rest in peace."

The three of them walked out of the inner room and came to Cuixin Palace to discuss.

"Your Majesty, Master of Laws and Confucianism, Holy Priest, what are your opinions on how to deal with this?"

After a moment of silence, Mo Qingchi said: "Jian Jianchid is a descendant of the Sword Clan. He was born with a fairy and demon in the sword's womb. It would be a pity to imprison him. It would be better to lead him to the right path."

Jun Fengtian nodded slightly: "I heard that Jianru is looking for a successor."

"I have thought about it. The Qiongxiao Mingjing Sword is not something that ordinary swordsmen can withstand. Maybe give it a try if the sword is close at hand."

"Let both brothers go." Yu Lijing looked happy. As the person in charge, he felt sorry for Sui Yuan who committed suicide and died in vain, Xi Duanhong who was expelled from the Confucian sect by the useless body, and Shan Feng who stood up to Shan Feng. The sinner has spent many years without a reason.

Allowing the sword to enter the Confucian sect within a short distance is not only a favor outside the law, it compensates Xi Duanhong, and it also makes full use of talents and recruits new strength for the Confucian sect.

"I also have something to go to Xishan Caoting, just in time to send their brothers to meet Master Ming."

"Thank you, Fa Ru, for your guidance."

When Mo Qingchi saw what was going on, he also said goodbye: "The God of the Dead Country has been kind to me for saving my life. I want to go to Tiandu to express my gratitude. Please."

"Please."

The other thatched pavilion in Xishan.

The autumn grass is scattered, the mountains are deserted, and a thatched pavilion is located in the yellow-brown mountain.

In the pavilion, an old man with white hair and white beard and a wrinkled face was holding up a wine bag and drinking heavily. Soon, the wine bag was empty.

The old man shook the wine bag reluctantly and only gave up after making sure that there was no more drop of wine in it.

"I really don't drink it, and it's gone again."

The old man stood up with a sigh and wanted to go to the village outside the mountain to drink again.

Suddenly, his expression changed, his cold eyes suddenly widened, turning into darkness, and then, an inexplicable and strange aura enveloped his whole body.

The wineskin plopped to the ground.

The old man clutched his chest, showing a painful expression.

"Again...here we go again, get out!"

Suddenly, the old man pointed his fingers like a sword, shouted loudly, and the sword energy shot into his body.

The Qiongxiao Mingjing Sword's intention entered the body, and the evil energy couldn't bear it and dissipated inch by inch.

Although the old man won this round again, the evil attacks became more severe and more frequent each time, and the old man knew that his time was running out.

At this moment, a majestic white figure came to Xishan Bietao Pavilion.

"What is wrong with the heavens and the earth is not judged by black and white, what is not committed by criminals and ghosts, what is broken by the sun and the moon is not broken. Confucianism, ruthlessness, Confucianism and selflessness."

The old man calmly picked up the wine bag that fell on the ground, leaning on a wooden stick, and waited for Jun Fengtian.

Although they are both members of the Haozheng Five Paths, Jun Fengtian is a latecomer and is one generation below the elder. Jun Fengtian, who has always been proud, bowed and saluted, "It's been a long time since we've seen you, Sword Confucian Master."

The old man was none other than Wuya Mingfuzi, the swordsman of Haozheng Wudao. Hearing this, he nodded: "It's been a while since I last saw him."

He squinted his eyes and looked at the two young men behind Jun Fengtian. Suddenly, he showed a look of surprise: "One is a complete body, and the other is a half body. Where did you find the innate sword embryo?"

Jun Fengtian pushed Sui Wuduan and the sword close to Ming Fuzi: "I haven't paid my respects to the sword scholar yet."

"Greetings to the Sword Confucian Master."

"Worship...the sword, Confucian...respect, and respect you."

Master Ming frowned slightly: "This child?"

"It's a long story, here are the details..."

After Jun Fengtian finished talking about the brothers, Master Ming showed a trace of pity in his eyes, and then said: "Although you have good talent, you may not be able to succeed. If you want to become my teacher, you have to pass my test."

"That's natural."

Jun Fengtian glanced at Ming Fuzi's chest.

Master Ming calculated the time and gave Jun Fengtian a date: "In one month, if you can't inherit my sword, you can come here to take them back."

"Ah."

Jun Fengtian left the two brothers at Xishan Bietao Pavilion and went to Xianjiao.

He did not tell the true purpose of his visit, because he had already seen the evil spirit of the dragon head left on Mingfuzi's chest. (End of chapter)