If you can't be a son-in-law, you have to be sanctified

Chapter 374

In the middle of the Valley of the Dead.

There are only a few wreckage left of this prefectural city that once housed a million people.

The white bones have been covered by years of wind and sand, and occasionally some fine bone spurs fly out and blend into the wind and rain.

Shuiyun-jun never made a move after all.

On top of the ruined wall with broken arms, Bai Guanqi sat with his legs crossed.

He lowered his head to look at Shuiyun Jun's eyes, just like looking at the countless endgames on the cultivation tower.

The strong wind howled around Shuiyun Jun, and a phantom of a pavilion loomed behind him.

The owner of the Heavenly West Building frowned slightly thoughtfully.

He never thought that Zhao Qingping, who was called extremely talented, would die in Lu Jing's hands.

It's not that the best of the immortals won't die. In the last spiritual battle, many immortals died at the hands of the strong in the world, and even the landlord fell.

But if a celestial being of the eight realms of heaven died in the hands of a human boy who illuminated the six stars, even Lord Shuiyun, who had seen the great world of heaven and earth, would have many doubts in his heart.

He put his hands behind his back, ignoring the gaze of Mr. Qiguan.

The torrential wind and rain that originally came from him has now turned into a drizzle and a breeze, as silent as the spring rain in early spring.

"The spirit of death among ghosts here is much stronger than it was ten years ago.

Maybe you chose this place as the battlefield, which can be regarded as giving Lu Jing a little more life. "

Mr. Shuiyun watched for a full quarter of an hour before stepping on the cloud and facing Mr. Guanqi.

"It's just that both your younger brother Bai Weizhi and the owner of Crouching Tiger Tower told me that since you entered the world, swam through the mountains and rivers in the world, and seen all kinds of life in the world, you don't want to go back to the sky, let alone the jade. Xianlou.

They all said that you have given birth to nostalgia and belonging to this riddled world.

So you are sitting in Taixuanjing, but your spiritual thoughts are wandering in Yanggu, Yuyuan, and even Yuanshen brought the water from Yingwu Island, trying to compete with the truth of heaven and earth for the right to live.

They also said that you regard death as your home, and you don't want to return to Yuxian Tower and become a dead tree in the building. "

"It's just... I came to the world today, and seeing you set the battlefield here, I suddenly felt that maybe they guessed you wrong.

You know that there is a passage to Baiguidi Mountain here, but you still stop me here, then... maybe Mr. Guanqi is just enjoying your status in this world, and when you reach the sky, you are still willing to go back to Yuyu... Xianlou, became Qingdu Jun ordered by the Emperor of Heaven. "

Mr. Guanqi looked at the continuous wind and rain in the far distance, but did not tell Mr. Shuiyun that he did not choose this battlefield.

He came here because he trusted his disciples.

In the distance, a strong wind blows a tornado.

Faintly visible, another sword aura suddenly hangs in the sky, like a brilliant galaxy.

The gust of wind roared behind the sword energy.

The scene was spectacular to the extreme.

"Lu Jing will still die, he will die in the hands of General Feng."

Shui Yunjun calmly said: "Even if he doesn't die, you will always die, and when you die, I will crush him with just one finger in the wind and rain.

Lord Qingdu, I am puzzled about most things in the world.

For example... the two imperial courts do not help each other, and the great sects in the world are also restricted by the rules of heaven and earth.

Then why did these people come to die one after another? "

"Did they think that with their strength, they could block half of my west building?"

Shui Yunjun seems to be seriously asking Mr. Guanqi for advice.

Mr. Guanqi smiled and said, "Actually, I'm also a little surprised."

Shui Yunjun bowed to Mr. Guanqi: "Please advise."

Mr. Guanqi said: "Since Mr. Si and I were punished by God when we transported Yingwu Island, and seeing the drought in the middle of the river for years, I have never had much hope for human affairs."

"The Great Candle King of the Northern Qin Dynasty burned all the knowledge in the world. He only wanted his people to bend over and work, and when necessary, he jumped into the fire pit with all his strength to fuel the blazing Qin fire.

Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith, the King of Candles abandoned for his people, only the word brave is enough. "

"Emperor Dafu Chongtian was just the opposite. He let the library stand in Taixuanjing, let the library beat the eight great families in the east of the river, and allowed the master to beat the sub-sage of the Chen family.

This seems to be a clear and bright spirit, but there is no government in his heart, no creatures in the world, and he only thinks about the chess game that he has accomplished in one battle. "

"This situation has been going on for decades. I originally thought that the choice of the kings of the two dynasties would affect the whole world. Since then, there will be no benevolent and righteous people in the world."

"However, Lu Jing's poems attracted so many people who were willing to die, which surprised me.

What's more...how does Mr. Shuiyun feel that they are useless? "

Mr. Guanqi asked Mr. Shuiyun very seriously.

He shook his sleeve again as he spoke, and a rune in the sleeve appeared to burn in the void.

Immediately, the surrounding fog thinned a lot, making many wind and rain situations become obvious.

"Look, Lord Shuiyun, those buried in the wind and rain are not only human monks, but also the immortals who went to the west tower that day."

Shui Yunjun didn't raise his head, and said indifferently: "The corpse of an immortal is the same among ten. If you come to the world once and kill a human being who is in charge of the power of heaven and earth, what's the harm in killing a few ordinary immortals?"

"Is Zhao Qingping an ordinary fairy?" Mr. Guanqi asked back.

Shui Yunjun's aura remained unchanged, but he did not answer Mr. Guanqi's question, instead he glanced up and down at Mr. Guanqi, and suddenly said: "Under your young skin, you have an old body.

You spent a lot of effort to attract this sky-filled landscape to stop me, but I don't know how long you can stop me.

Lord Qingdu, the punishment of heaven has been imposed on you, which has blocked your smooth path to become a true monarch, and also cut off your lifeline.

No matter how much energy you expend, you may not survive half an hour.

It's only half an hour... What's the point if I just wait? "

Mr. Guanqi grinned: "Waiting for half an hour, how many immortals can you have left in the West Tower?"

Shuiyun-jun's eyes moved.

However, he saw that the wind and rain in the Valley of the Dead, which he divided with the power of heaven and earth, had changed.

I saw Lu Jing holding a sword and knife, walking on the boundary between wind and rain.

The mist lingers on his body, and he can always merge with those wind and rain, and then pass through the barrier between the two wind and rain.

Every time he crossed the barrier, the imprint of wind and rain in Lu Jing's eyebrows became deeper and deeper.

The wind and rain in the realm of wind and rain also seemed to be welcoming his arrival.

Because of this, Lu Jing is like a fish in water in the wind and rain.

Even General Feng, whose cultivation base was obviously stronger than that of the young Zhao Qingping, couldn't cross many barriers to catch up with Lu Jing.

Lu Jing held the Killing West Building in his hand, and flew across the air. With his sword high, he could always cut off the heads of ordinary immortals.

The blood of the immortal is also red, scattered on the ground, corresponding to the bones that have been convoluted by supernatural powers and fairy arts.

Mr. Shuiyun obviously also saw this scene, but he seemed indifferent, and instead shook his head at Mr. Guanqi.

"Even if the immortals in the west building can't be called more than one word in the twelfth floor, there are more than six thousand immortals in half of the west tower.

Lu Jingzhao's star realm reflected Tai Weiyuan, even if he had the strength comparable to that of an eighth realm practitioner, he was not invincible.

The immortal Xilou in the sky is not a lamb waiting to be slaughtered by him.

I let him kill for half an hour, how much can he kill? "

Mr. Shuiyun spoke eloquently.

Mr. Guanqi stood up at this moment.

He raised his head high, but all he could see was the entire Valley of the Dead.

"Lu Jing can't kill too many immortals, and these human practitioners who regard death as home are no match for the immortals in the West Tower in the sky.

Even I, as Lu Jing's teacher, don't know how Lu Jing should survive. "

The voice of Mr. Guanqi came.

Lu Jing, who was wandering in the wind and rain, chopped off a fairy's head, and suddenly pointed at the void.

In an instant, the blood of the immortals on the ground suddenly condensed and turned into a high platform.

Immediately afterwards, the high platform was divided into three parts, shining brightly.

In bursts of light, the imprint of wind and rain between Lu Jing's eyebrows suddenly flickered.

The valley of the dead is once again turbulent.

"Actually, this is considered Lu Jing's chance. Lord Shuiyun didn't want Lu Jing to have any vitality, and also wanted your proud student Zhao Qingping to kill the world's arrogance and cultivate his courage. That's why he created all these stormy environments.

It's a pity that Lu Jing also holds the power to call the wind and rain.

Moreover, Lu Jing is very talented, even he has a rare understanding of the truth of this world. "

"Plus that Emperor Star Tai Wei Yuan!"

Behind Mr. Guanqi, there are picturesque mountains and rivers, which make this place, which has already created waves of wind and rain, become like a black landscape painting.

Mr. Shuiyun saw the sudden change of the wind and rain, saw the turbulent weather and power, and saw the strong fighting spirit on the face of the free and easy Mr. Chess...

Under Lu Jing's feet, there were three high platforms spinning continuously, and the blood of those immortals seemed to be a sacrificial object!
Shuiyun Jun bowed his head and thought for a short moment, then muttered to himself.

"Taiwei... three supernatural powers."

"It is also the only three sacrificial powers among the 78 magical powers in Taiweiyuan, but I never thought that... Lu Jing, the arrogant Tianjiao who inherited Ji Chen'an's sword spirit in the world, and you, Mr. Shulou, who wants to repair the world first, would be calm. make that kind of choice.”

Shuiyun-jun's tone was full of surprise.

He looked around, and vaguely saw the three hundred soldiers riding tigers following Lu Jing's footsteps into the wind and rain.

Unknowingly, many human cultivators who have never died under the mysterious art of immortals gathered together.

More than [-] practitioners have only met the newcomers for a short time, and seven or eight hundred have died.

Another 400 people are fighting the immortals in the last wind and rain.

The remaining 800 people have already gathered together with [-] soldiers riding tigers.

Lu Jingtai made three sacrifices to supernatural powers, hidden in the splashing wind and rain, the wind blows and the rain falls.

The Valley of the Dead is very different in an instant!
Shui Yun-jun looked down...

He saw that the dust and gravel on the ground were just about to move.

Rumble!
With a loud noise came.

A gust of cold ghost energy burst out suddenly, and a turquoise light emerged from the ground, covering the void, like a deep aurora.

And under these gloomy lights, the ground violently trembled and then cracked open.

From it... suddenly stretched out an arm.

The dark mist lingering on these arms can't be seen clearly, but one can feel the ghostly aura sweeping towards the face.

"Those who wanted to save the world, but in order to survive, they took the initiative to open the passage from the Hundred Ghosts Mountain to the human world.

People on the ground are really unpredictable. "

Shui Yunjun narrowed his eyes and watched Mr. Guanqi.

"Today, Lord Qingdu, you must return to your hometown, but this time, the West Tower in the sky fell into the world with great fanfare, just to kill Lu Jing.

Why don't you guess, Mr. Qingdu, if I can kill Lu Jing after I kill you, the old man. "

The wind rose again.

Originally, I wanted to sit quietly in the middle of the Valley of the Dead, and I wanted to watch Mr. Qi die of old age without any effort, so that Mr. Shuiyun had already stood up.

He is an immortal in the sky, even if he falls in this world, in this place haunted by ghosts and dead spirits, he can surpass thousands of people in the world.

"Mr. Qingdu, please go!"

Shuiyun-jun opened his wide sleeves.

From the sleeve, thick clouds and mist diffused.

And the illusory shadow in the west building behind him suddenly became real.

The high-hanging Tianshangxilou is like an unrivaled treasure, as if it can suppress everything.

Mr. Guanqi has a reputation for being romantic.

But thinking about it carefully, in the past ten years, Mr. Guanqi has rarely made a move.

The eyes of many practitioners fell on Mr. Guanqi.

Mr. Guanqi has already made plans to make a move.

His eyes were serious, and between his nods, an extra talisman appeared between his fingers.

That talisman paper engraved a picturesque landscape...

But it is a towering mountain.

That was Zhenwu Mountain, the place where he first met Master Shi, and also the place where he first met Mr. Eleven.

……

"If there is no passage to the Mountain of Hundred Ghosts, I originally planned to use the Taiwei Yuan and the Wanmin Monument on the Hezhong Road."

There was a black dragon wrapped around the hilt of Lu Jing's Xilou sword.

The dragon belongs to the bell of the heaven and the earth, and even if the real dragon of the divine tower has never achieved the realm of heaven, it can already control its size to a certain extent.

At this moment.

Ao Jiuyi was wrapped around Lu Jing's sword hilt.

As Sha Xilou flew out, the surrounding wind and rain seemed to close together, turning into clouds all over the sky, covering the human practitioners here.

The wind is coming.

The immortal energy on his body is so strong that he came here with a sunset glow.

"Without all of you, the blood of the immortals here might not be able to support a three-stage sacrifice.

If he can escape this catastrophe, Lu Jing will thank you all again. "

Lu Jing's spiritual thoughts unfolded.

But seeing him waving his sleeves, the precious light flowed instantly.

Killing the West Tower shook, ignited a brilliant brilliance, and flew away
Sha Xilou pierced through the pervasive wind and rain, revealing a gap.

Shi Daiqing, Nan Heyu, Luo Mingyue, Wei Jingzhe, Li Jingzhe, King Weiguang... and many other powerful people looked through the gap.

But I saw that it was already pitch black beyond these clouds.

The howling ghost energy diffused, and it seemed that there was a deep murderous intent hidden in the darkness, and there were all kinds of vicious ghosts hidden.

In addition, they also saw a giant with a height of one hundred feet stepping forward, as if to tear away the cloud and mist that they were hiding in.

People haven't reacted yet.

However, Lu Jing stepped forward and walked out through the gap.

He walked from the light to the darkness, but his back kept moving forward.

"People help me, and people die because of me.

I know what is in the hearts of those who come to help me.

If I survive the catastrophe today, I will repay the kindness to the world in the future! "

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