My Xiuxian QQ

Chapter 398 Preparation
The Kunlun Glacier is entrenched for hundreds of miles, stretching over dozens of large and small ice-covered mountains. It is extremely cold all year round, but things will always be reversed. In the deepest part of the Kunlun Glacier, there is a valley that is like spring all the year round.

The green leaves and red flowers in the valley are lush and lush, exuding a strong aroma of plants and trees, which is a beautiful view of a paradise, but it is so quiet that it is suffocating. There are no chickens, dogs, insects, fish, birds, and animals. There are only a group of taciturn old people.

These people were all dressed in old, shabby clothes, their faces were numb, and they walked in the valley like walking corpses.

They lived here, isolated from the world for nearly 70 years. Some of the people who came in together at the beginning have died forever, and the rest are dying.

At the highest point in the valley, which is also the place closest to the ice, two old men sit and watch the valley.

These two people are the 'highest speaker' in this valley, Pang Wuji who advocates avoiding the world, and Gong Que Shang who advocates being born.

"Old Pang, take a closer look. Is this valley really the paradise you dreamed of?" Gong Queshang, with a goatee and a bit of demeanor of a rich man in the countryside, sighed, "We Entering here is to let them develop technology, now that after so many years, we have done what we should do, it is time to leave here."

"I don't agree!" Pang Wuji held back for a long time and said four words.

"Don't you want all of us to wait here to die?" Gong Que Shang pointed at the walking corpses below, and said angrily, "What's the difference between these people living and dying?"

"When we pursue the pinnacle of martial arts, it is inevitable to suffer some desolation and suffering. If we can't bear these, why did we come here in the first place?" Pang Wuji snorted coldly.

"You little tortoise, you must have seen the American atomic bomb bombed in Japan, you must have been frightened!" Gong Que Shang was so angry that his goatee was raised, pointing at him and said angrily, "What are you doing? Hengmei coldly pointed at thousands of husbands, and hid in the small building to form a unity!"

When Pang Wuji heard this, he smiled: "Heng eyebrows coldly pointed at thousands of people, bowed his head willingly as a bully; hid in a small building to become a unified, caring about his winter, summer and spring and autumn! Gong Queshang, you can't even memorize poems well, how dare you laugh at me ?”

"Life is not only about poetry and life, but also about the distance!" Gong Que Shang said angrily.

"No shit!" Pang Wuji looked at him disdainfully, "Gong Que Shang, we made an oath at the beginning that we would never step out of the Kunlun Glacier, so we should do it, otherwise we will be different from those villains who don't believe their promises!"

"We've been here for almost 70 years, isn't it enough? Don't forget, we are the souls of martial arts in China. If we all die here, what a blow China's martial arts will suffer!"

"I don't agree!" Pang Wuji raised his head, too lazy to say anything.

"you!"

Gong Queshang's eyes twitched, wishing to make him pregnant with his eyes!
At this moment, a figure mixed with wind and snow in the air slowly flew down from the ice peak.

"Two elders, it's too bad!" This person is the innate talent who went to investigate Master Ming before.

"Why, Ming Shu didn't break through the death barrier?" Gong Que Shang's eyes flashed a strange light.

"No, he disappeared. I suspect that he was found by an outside expedition team and taken out!"

"What?" Pang Wuji was shocked, "How is it possible?!"

"It's an avalanche!" Then, the man explained his discovery in detail.

Gong Que Shang caressed his goatee, slightly raised his head to look at the sky, feeling a little proud in his heart.

Because all of this was his handwriting, just to give himself an excuse.

"I didn't expect Ming Shu to leave the Kunlun Glacier, God's will!" Gong Queshang looked at Pang Wuji and couldn't stop jumping for joy, "Old Pang, it seems that our oath has been broken."

"You, did you do it!" Pang Wuji glared at him angrily.

Gong Que Shang snorted coldly: "Why, do you suspect that I found some expedition team from outside?"

Pang Wuji frowned. Indeed, it was impossible for Gong Queshang to leave the Kunlun Glacier under his nose. Could it be someone else?
Gong Que Shang knew that the old man was terribly stubborn, so he interrupted immediately: "In my opinion, the most urgent task is to find Ming Shu back!"

Pang Wuji frowned even deeper, Gong Que Shang was clearly going to be born, but if he was stopped, would Ming Shu be allowed to stay outside?Not going out is breaking the oath, and going out is also breaking the oath, no matter what, this oath will eventually be broken.

Pang Wuji took a deep look at Gong Que Shang, snorted coldly, nodded and left.

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as your acquiescence!" Gong Queshang's goatee began to tremble with excitement, lol, I'm finally going back to the colorful world outside!
……

boom!
In the air, a violent white air current was fleeting, so fast that people couldn't catch their eyes.

Fang Yuan stepped on the flying sword and was flying through the air at four times the speed of sound, feeling extremely sour.

In the past two months, besides practicing, he also asked Ying Tian to purchase all kinds of steel materials. The Morgan family compensated him [-] million US dollars, which was completely spent, but the huge amount of steel he bought was finally taken by him. Forged into a real flying sword.

The flying sword's arms are long and short, its fingers are thick and thin, and the blade is so sharp that it blows hair and breaks hair.

Fang Yuan punched 680 formulas and 32 formations into the sword, the power of which is not the same as that of the little flying sword.

As for the little flying sword, he gave it to Zhou Ya.

In the air, Fang Yuan slowed down slowly, and it could be seen that the flying sword under his feet was emitting a hazy sword light to envelop him, isolating the terrifying air current and strong shock caused by the high-speed flight.

"With this flying sword, I can beat ten Roberts until he can't find the north!"

Fang Yuan is full of confidence.

Then, he continued to practice.

Although he encountered a bottleneck at this time, he did not fish for three days and dry the net for two days. He practiced very hard and absorbed the power of the emperor's star to consolidate his realm.

His eight-story spirit altar has been tempered by the emperor's star power over and over again. It can be said that it has been soaked in the emperor's star power all day long, and the whole body exudes a hazy purple brilliance, as beautiful and dreamy as an aurora.

Unfortunately, there are only eight floors.

Fang Yuan was a little reconciled, Zhou Ya had built a nine-story spiritual altar, but his master only had eight floors, and he would be ashamed to say it.

Fang Yuan looked at the eight-story spiritual platform in the center of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, thinking how great it would be if he could build a spiritual platform higher up.

As soon as this thought came out, he was blindfolded.

Looks like... it's doable!

Fang Yuan thought of something, and was immediately overwhelmed with excitement.

He blinked his eyes twice, the pupils gradually exuded bright purple, and the pupils of the gods of heaven opened!

At the same time, he closed his eyes.

Half the time passed, and above the sea of ​​consciousness, a pair of purple sky eyes suddenly appeared, as if the gods were staring at the world mercilessly.

This pair of divine pupils of heaven and dao were originally awakened when he practiced "Purgatory Starry Sky" to the foundation building stage, and later evolved from the super treasure "Tianyunhua" that he ate. The power is extremely terrifying, and he can draw pictures in the void and manipulate them at will. Space, even gravity, vitality, etc., until now he has not fully explored the role of the God of Heaven.

At this time, he planned to use the God of Heaven to paint on the eighth-story altar!
It should be... doable, right?
　ps: some previous chapters were blocked, and I wanted to repost them in the work-related section, but I accidentally clicked into the VIP, sorry, sorry, sorry

　　
　
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