Villain: Whitewashing of Life, Empresses Revolt

In an ancient bronze mirror.

In that desert, beside the molten pool of purgatory, Gu Changqing held the ancient bell in his arms, and did not move for a long time.

At a certain moment, the sky was torn apart, and the gray-robed old man suddenly appeared above the sky.

The surrounding rich immortal spiritual thoughts erupted, suppressing everything between heaven and earth.

Gu Changqing got up slowly, and he stretched out his hand.

Xuanyuanjian suddenly rushed into his hands.

At that moment, an extremely tragic killing aura erupted from the body of the sword.

The gray-robed old man's eyes flashed complexities, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

About to start.

But his face suddenly stiffened.

I saw the man facing the vicissitudes of life, raised his sword, and suddenly cut out a sword.

The sword light slashed down, and a sword energy erupted.

The sword energy was like a hanging galaxy, extremely bright and magnificent, making the vast Beixuan heaven and earth suddenly lit up.

The world suddenly exploded, time and space shattered, the universe collapsed, and under a sword, the entire world was divided into two.

The sword light penetrated the long river of time and space and bombarded the long river of chaos. At that moment, the entire chaos was boiling.

The chaotic energy splashed hundreds of millions of feet, annihilating countless ancient stars, obscuring the sun and the moon, and shaking the heavens.

At that moment, the heavens were trembling.

This sword did not hurt anyone.

But even if the sword light is heavy and chaotic, the terrifying sword force is still lingering.

The vast thirty-three heavens were swallowed up by this terrifying sword force.

Everyone felt a creepy feeling, and under the sword stance, everyone felt like falling into an ice cave.

Regardless of whether it was the Great Emperor or the half-step immortal, his body froze.

Those invincible existences, at this moment, in the sword stance, actually gave birth to a charm that wants to surrender.

Domineering, invincible, immortal, the mighty true meaning of killing everything, filled the entire Bei Xuan.

All spirits were silent, the world was silent.

After a sword, Gu Changqing had no other action.

He put away the Xuanyuan sword, put away the funeral bell, and swept up to the sky like that, tearing open the nothingness and leaving.

No one dared to stop him, and no one could stop him.

Xuanyuan Ancestral Land, the old sword servant who had survived for an unknown number of years, just stood there.

No one noticed that his legs were shaking slightly.

Outside the ancient bronze mirror.

Qun Xiu's expression was full of horror.

Even if he didn't feel it himself, he could feel the true meaning of the sword cut through the bronze ancient mirror, and Qun Xiu couldn't help but feel a sense of horror in his heart.

The power of this sword is not its might, but its true meaning.

Invincible and domineering!

As if to kill everything.

Under such a domineering sincerity, even if the world has become dim, even if it is the world, it seems to be surrendered.

"In this world, I am afraid that the only one who can cut such a sword is the Emperor of Heaven, right?"

Some monks sighed that what they were referring to was the true meaning.

There are many people who can cut out such power, but if you want to cut out the true meaning of surrendering the heaven and earth, it seems that since ancient times, only the evildoer of the emperor can be so domineering.

In addition, everyone was amazed at the horror of the Xuanyuan Sword.

Ancient Immortal Artifacts are extremely terrifying existences.

Today, there are only three fairy artifacts witnessed by the group of cultivators.

The burial bell was originally an imperial soldier, an artifact of the descendants, and in addition to killing many great emperors, half-step immortality, contaminated with too many powerhouses, resulting in countless transformations, becoming a pseudo-immortal weapon, it is a defensive treasure.

The ancient bronze mirror is a treasure of suppression. Once locked, even if it is in the same realm, it cannot break free from the suppression. It is extremely terrifying.

Then there is the Xuanyuan Sword.

When the power of this most terrifying killing fairy weapon in the world was revealed before everyone's eyes, everyone felt the horror of this sword.

The first slaughtering fairy weapon in ancient times, so terrifying.

In an ancient bronze mirror.

Gu Changqing stands proudly in the void.

Staring at the endless pitch-dark night, his eyes flickered.

"Come!"

At a certain moment, a vast exclamation sounded in his mouth.

The sea-like aura rushed from the sky and the earth, like a tide, pouring into a baby spirit in front of him.

Gu Changqing with his own great power, against the long river of time.

Take this divine soul and use its own blood as a guide, and push it back into a life.

He grew limbs and grew a flesh.

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It was a baby, a baby boy.

"Hey..."

The little creature cried out, breaking the quiet night.

Gu Changqing held the baby with a soft expression and complicated eyes.

"Your mother hopes that you can live a simple and happy life, and hope that your life will be dull and nothing to be burdened.

"Dad will name you Gu Ping'an.

Gu Changqing muttered to himself.

In a trance, the cold and soft face flashed across his mind.

His eyes flickered, and his heart was disappointed.

After a moment of pondering, he tore apart the time and space and returned to the world of Kyushu.

The sky is blue, like a satin silk spreading out, and a few white clouds are like embellishments, making the blue silk even brighter.

Under the Qilian Peak, a small river winds its way, stretching for several miles, and merges into the big river. In the middle of the small river, there is a small mountain village, where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, like an idyllic address.

"Hey

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"Ha 35

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On the path between the mountains and forests, several little boys held up wooden swords and ran fast with their bodies bowed, like rangers running fast in the dark.

From time to time, he would swing his wooden sword and make a hey-ha sound in his mouth.

"Brother Ping An, the wooden sword that Uncle Gu carved really looks like it, it's much better than the one my father carved." The tiger-headed child wrapped around a little boy in white clothes, about four or five years old.

With envy on his face, he seemed to want the little boy's father to carve a handle for him.

"That is!"

The little boy called Ping An, holding a wooden sword, stuck his waist and looked proud.

This little boy was born handsome, like the reincarnation of an exiled immortal, with boundless beauty.

The pair of sword eyebrows were even more stern, even if they were only a few years old, with a tender face, they looked much more mature than children of the same age.

"In the future, I will go around the world with a sword. As a swordsman, how can I do without a good sword."

The little boy was arrogant and ambitious, and the eyes of the children around him also raised the color of longing.

Just when the children were excited, the smoke from the cooking in the mountain village curled up, calling out from each house.

"Okay, okay, it's time to go home for dinner." Xi.