Fengshen Wendaoxing

It was evening when Lu Chuan entered the city.

Sooner or later, he was one of the last people to enter the city.

The prosperity of Xianyang City surpassed Lu Chuan's expectation. There were cars coming and going on the streets, and as night fell, the city and the streets soon became brightly lit.

It is hard to imagine that this is the world that has just ended ten years of war.

Lu Chuan walked on the street in a hurry. He hadn't been to the world for many years, and the different flow of time between the sky and the world made this world change in his eyes can be described by the word changing with each passing day.

What made Lu Chuan sigh is that there have been some singing and dancing workshops in Xianyang City for the nobles to enter the fun-seeking.

"It's really different."

Lu Chuan sighed that with the emergence and promotion of him and all the saints, the human civilization has progressed very fast, and the current Daqin national strength and people's livelihood are at least thousands of years ahead.

The palace hall is brightly lit.

A piece of solemnity.

Ying Zheng, dressed in a black dragon robe, was sitting behind the table, under the stage stood a heavy armored Meng Tian, ​​and a white swordsman stood in front of the hall.

"Li Xian Ting..."

The swordsman in white frowned and said, "Is it necessary?"

"It must be so."

Ying Zheng slightly raised his head and looked at the sky deeply, and said in a firm voice: "Human race is not an accessory of any race, it is a god. I want the human race in the world to control its own destiny instead of only placing hope in the gods. "

"Do you go to war with the gods?"

The swordsman was silent for a moment: "You will fail."

Ying Zheng also seriously pondered for a while, and said, "But there are some things someone has to do first."

The swordsman turned and left.

Ying Zheng did not stop or say anything.

The breeze blew the curtains in the hall, and a circle of candles burning on the floor of the side hall could be seen. Among them, a figure wearing a light blue shirt was sitting and doing something with his eyes closed.

Ying Zheng looked at the figure quietly, with a long sword hanging from his waist without saying a word, but the people in the palace could feel an invisible great pressure.

"Fight against the gods..."

Meng Tian licked his lips, looked up, and there was an expression of excitement or expectation in his eyes: "Mo will fight all over the world and fight against famous generals from all over the world, but he has never competed with gods..."

In the palace, the swordsman in white did not rush at his feet, and walked towards the outside of the palace step by step.

Suddenly his eyes moved and he stopped.

A man walked in front of him, walking casually in the courtyard with his hands on his back, his eyes still looking around, and the surrounding soldiers seemed to have not seen him.

Not only the soldiers, but even he didn't feel the slightest breath of the opponent, and he felt the past as if it didn't exist.

If he didn't see it with his eyes, he would definitely think that this person did not exist, of course, it was also possible that the strength of this person was beyond his imagination.

"Your Excellency, who is it?"

The swordsman frowned when the figure passed by.

The other party kept walking, still carrying his hands towards the majestic hall.

The swordsman hesitated for a moment, and suddenly his eyes condensed, and the long sword in his hand slammed out of its sheath and stabbed towards the opponent's back.

Cold light flashed in the night sky.

The swordsman stabbed at the opponent's shoulder, and he didn't want to hurt the opponent's life before he was unsure of the opponent's direction.

But the next moment he was stunned.

The sword he pierced was easily clamped by the **** of one of the two hands behind him. His powerful skills poured into the sword **** to pull it out, but it was hard to shake the slightest motionlessness.

There was a look of shock on his face, he wanted to say something but couldn't say it at all.

"Swordsmanship is good, young man."

Lu Chuan finally opened his mouth and looked back, and looked at the swordsman up and down: "Maybe one day I can cultivate into a sword immortal with the sword..."

The swordsman said: "Who are you?"

Lu Chuan released his sword and continued to move forward: "Let's go, if you really want to do anything Guiguzi can't stop you, let alone you?"

The swordsman was surprised: "You..."

Lu Chuan continued to walk, and the way to enter the Tao with the sword had been opened up, and that was Guang Chengzi.

At the beginning, he fell under the fairyland, and after creating his own sword, he used the sword to enter the Tao, becoming the first sword fairy in the world, and passed down the Taoist tradition of swordsmanship such as Shushan.

Inside the hall.

The figure in the candlelight opened its eyes.

Ying Zheng said: "What's the chance of winning?"

Moon God shook his head and said: "There is no chance of winning!"

Ying Zheng let out an "um" and slowly closed his eyes, no joy, anger, sorrow, or sorrow could be heard in his voice.

Click!

At this time, a lightning flashed across the hall, and a dreamlike figure appeared in the hall.

Ying Zheng opened his eyes instantly.

"Who?"

Meng Tian exclaimed: "Where is the man, come here!"

Because he didn't even know how and where people appeared, they didn't notice anything.

The sword from his waist had been pulled out before blocking the high platform, and his body was ready to go.

With the sound of footsteps, dozens of stalwart soldiers surrounded Lu Chuan with Chang Ge.

"Take it down!" Meng Tian's long sword returned to its sheath.

"It's too early for the long sword to return to its sheath now."

Lu Chuan's figure disappeared in a flash, then appeared in the hall in the next second and said to Meng Tian.

"who are you?"

Meng Tian's pupils contracted and the long sword was unsheathed again, and the figure flew by, and a sword struck Lu Chuan.

"Two fingers touch the blade!"

Lu Chuan once again used his fascination, and suddenly behind him, with a breeze, a woman in a light blue dress had appeared behind him, raising a crystal clear hand and pressing it behind Lu Chuan.

Hum!

Her hand with blue Yingying light all submerged behind Lu Chuan's back and crawled towards her neck to form a curse mark.

Then she knotted her hands and smiled and said, "It's not good to be presumptuous in your majesty's hall."

Hum!

The curse mark on Lu Chuan's neck glowed.

"Uh uh uh……"

Lu Chuan shook Meng Tian's sword with a finger, and quickly covered his neck with his other hand. He turned around and looked painful. His arms trembled and pointed to the Moon God: "What kind of spell did you vicious woman use, okay, okay... …"

Luna smiled slightly.

Lu Chuan suddenly raised the corner of his mouth: "It's so fun."

Finger pinch a point on the neck curse mark, and the light is drawn by him, forming a dark purple rune with some evil intentions on the finger.

"you……"

The Moon God exclaimed: "Can you solve the Six Souls Horror Curse?"

Lu Chuan said lightly: "Tai Chi Xuan Yi, yin and yang, everything in the world is inseparable from the yin and yang and the five elements. Your ancestors of the yin and yang family dare not use this thing on this seat, you are not brave..."

I think he was respected as the teacher of the Hundred Sages by the philosophers at the beginning. This is recognized by a hundred schools. Isn't the Yin-Yang family one of the hundred?

He Lu Dijun was not a fool in the world back then, and his generation is better than their ancestors of the Yin and Yang family!

"It's you……"

Ying Zheng said in a cold voice. The moment that Lu Chuan appeared, Ying Zheng stared at the man, and Lu Chuan reminded him of a bad memory.

His sword-holding hand trembled, not to mention that he still knew another identity of Lu Chuan.

God!

Wu Qu Xingjun!

He hasn't forgotten these four words now, so in order to repay those few slaps in the past few years, he sent people to smash all the temples of Wuqu Xingjun so that people would not go to worship.

Goodbye today, this **** hasn't changed much~www.readwn.com~ But his Yingzheng is no longer the Yingzheng of the year.

Lu Chuan smiled and said, "It's me!"

"You are not his opponent, retreat!"

Ying Zheng suddenly stood up and touched the sword at his waist: "We should also calculate the account back then, Wu Qu Xingjun, let you become the first dead **** in our hands to sacrifice the sword."

"Xingjun Wu Qu?"

Meng Tian and Moon God were shocked, they were real gods, wait, didn't they have nothing to do with the immortal gods and the gods who walked on the gods and walked the human way since they were enshrined in the first place?

Lu Chuan said: "Yingzheng, calm down, I am not here to fight with you."

"I, very calm!"

Ying Zheng slowly drew his sword and the cold light in his eyes flickered, and a hint of joy in his voice: "I heard that the mana of your gods is maintained by incense. I ordered people to smash your temples across the country, so how much mana you have now? ?"

"So cruel?"

Lu Chuan was extremely speechless. This guy is really cruel and vengeful. Poor Nangong will go back to reward an elixir after carrying such a big scapegoat!

Lu Chuan said: "In fact, what you do will not have a big impact on this seat..."

Ying Zheng's pupils shrank: "Impossible!"

Lu Chuan said: "Because this constellation is not Wuqu Xingjun."

Ying Zheng: ┴┴︵╰(‵□′)╯︵┴┴

"Who are you?" Ying Zheng growled.

So what is his revenge over the years?

Lu Chuan said loudly: "If you can change your name or sit, you can't change your surname. That's the case with the Great Northern Zhenwu Emperor Lu Chuan!"

Ying Zheng: "..."

Did you change it last time?

"Lu Chuan?!"

Meng Tian and Moon God were shocked, Lu Chuan's reputation in the world was too high.

A peerless genius who turned out for hundreds of years.

A legend!

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