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Two hours ago, Fairy Mountain.

Dark clouds covered the sky, the wind howled, and the fairy mountain was shrouded in an ominous aura.

Standing in front of the cave where "Long Live the Emperor" was sealed, the swordsmen from Xianshan looked solemn, holding the same "water-fearing" lightsabers in their hands.

Judging from the beads of sweat on their faces, the uneasy eyes, and the wet palms of their hands, they were very nervous.

The Sword Master, who had a wine gourd hanging around her waist, was no longer as lazy as before, and her beautiful eyebrows were frowning tightly.

For eighty years, this situation has never occurred in Fairy Mountain.

There is only one explanation for the occurrence of this situation. Long Live My Emperor is attacking the seal.

A voice sounded in the ears of the swordsmen.

“Boom…Boom…Boom.”

It was the rhythmic heartbeat.

"boom!"

The sound of rumbling resounded throughout the world.

The fairy mountain exploded from the inside, and huge rocks scattered all over the world.

Substantial darkness quickly gathered in the disconnected fairy mountain.

The sword formation that sealed our emperor forever turned into nothing, and a majestic figure appeared in the darkness.

The giant bat wings, as black as ink, were tumbling in the air, trying to tear the sky apart.

The huge figure loomed in the darkness, each hair beating like flames, and the eyes like abyss, revealing majesty, coldness, and boundless violence.

The plants on the fairy mountain withered in an instant, and the animals on the mountain wailed and lost their voices.

The darkness dissipated, and the true appearance of our Emperor Long Live was revealed.

Sheep head, human body, bat wings, snake tail.

The whole body is pitch black, and covered with dense runes.

Long Live the Emperor exhaled a breath, looked up at the sky, and let out a creepy roar.

All the clouds in the sky were blown away, and the wind did not dare to make a sound.

Several forces familiar to the sword master came from all directions.

The sword master's pupils were shaking, and he looked at my long live emperor in disbelief.

She saw many familiar demonic shadows in Long Live the Emperor.

Turtle, snake man, black dragon, woman, withered dog.

These are five evil disciples!

The aura of "Long Live the Emperor" is rising steadily.

It looked at its giant claws, with a sinister smile on its lips:

"The strength is back.

No, not quite.

The soul of the phoenix, the memory of the lazy goat.

There are also some bugs that have stolen part of my power, but those bugs are fine. "

Those bastards are talking about human beings who have been grafted with spirituality.

They just took away the spirituality of the evildoers.

For my long live emperor, the value is far less than the flexible Meng Xing who ate the phoenix and the living goat.

Long Live My Emperor looked into the distance, seeming to see through time and space:

"The soul of the phoenix is ​​in him, and the memory of the goat is in another direction.

At this time, he was dragged by my clone, enough for me to take away the goat's memory. "

The soul of the Phoenix and the memory of the Lazy Goat are important to it.

Long Live the Emperor flapped his wings, ready to fly towards the gourd's mouth.

"stop!"

A delicate rebuke was heard, and the Sword Saint stood in front of the Long Live the Emperor with a sword, her pretty face cold:

"As long as the Fairy Mountain Swordsman is here, you can't leave the Fairy Mountain!"

The sword master felt guilty when he said this.

At this moment, Long Live the Emperor is several times stronger than at his peak!

The Sword Master wasn't even sure, is Long Live the Emperor still S-rank? !

Long live my emperor, bared his teeth and smiled:

"Sword Master of Immortal Mountain, let's catch up with old friends first!"

Long Live the Emperor stretched out his giant claws, and demonic energy instantly surged to the sky.

The Sword Master said sternly:

"Xianshan Swordsman! Set up the formation!

For this chaotic world, for the innocence of all people in the world!"

The swordsmen's eyes became firm:

"Order from the Honorable Sword Saint!"

The swordsmen set up the Fairy Mountain Sword Formation, and countless runes floated in the air.

The sword energy shot out in all directions, the sound was huge, there was a faint roar of the blue dragon, and the darkness was dispersed a lot.

Long Live the Emperor’s eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and terrifying power erupted...

A quarter of an hour passed.

The bodies of the swordsmen from Xianshan were scattered in every corner of Xianshan.

The sword master half-knelt on the ground holding the broken sword, his face pale.

The last disciple Dashan dropped the broken Water-Fearing Sword in his hand and ran to support his master.

Long live the emperor, his eyes were filled with sarcasm:

"This king does not want to see such a life-and-death separation. The two of you may go with the wind."

The surging magic power erupted again. . . . . .

Dashan trembled and took off the gourd from the sword master's waist:

"Master, have some wine."

The Sword Master's eyes were dead, but after hearing Dashan's words, they regained some spirit.

She took the gourd with her fair hands, tilted her head back and poured it into her mouth. A startling red color flowed from the corners of her mouth.

Dashan's face became paler and paler. He took out a wad of money from his pocket and handed it to the Sword Master:

"Master, spend money."

The Sword Saint took the money and patted Dashan on the shoulder:

"Good disciple..."

Before he finished speaking, the sword master was stunned.

The body of the mountain is like fragile paper ash, which will fall apart at the touch of a finger.

The sword master had no expression on his face as he took the wine gourd and poured strong liquor down his throat.

The wine gourd fell off and onto the ground.

The wine gourd that had accompanied the Sword Master for a hundred years also disappeared with the wind, and there was an old photo inside.

The photo shows a handsome Taoist priest and a young girl carrying a long sword. They are both smiling heartily.

The sword master grinned freely:

"I said, I will help you even if I die to keep my emperor alive.

Stinky Taoist priest, I'm dead, I'm really sorry for not keeping an eye on you. "

The majestic body of Long Live Our Emperor froze for a moment, and its eyes revealed complex human emotions:

"If I lose, everything will be restored to its original state."

The sword master could not hear these words, her senses had disappeared.

She asked herself:

“Is it true that monks cannot marry?

You didn’t answer my question eighty years ago.

Will you marry me?"

Her eyes were gradually shrouded in darkness, and her slender body disappeared with the breeze.

Long live my emperor, he covered his head and felt a sharp pain:

"Damn goat, why is your power tainted by humans!"

The humanity in Long Live My Emperor's eyes was eliminated. It stared fiercely into the distance. The giant bat flapped its wings and turned into a black stream of light and disappeared into the fairy mountain.

. . . . . .

Bureau of Safety, Director's Office.

The old Taoist priest sat on a futon, and the old monk sat in a wheelchair, with a chess set in front of him.

The old Buddha laughed and said:

"Another bad move! General! Junior brother, you lost again."

The old Taoist priest smiled bitterly:

"I'm old now. I couldn't beat you when I was young."

Buddha rearranged the chess pieces:

"Why are you so restless?"

The old Buddha glanced at the nine copper coins on the altar:

“Normalizing arithmetic takes a lot of energy.

The King of Heaven seeks life, the Emperor of Ghosts calls for souls, and the fate of heaven, earth, and people is catastrophic.

Whose hexagram is this? Why is it so vicious? "

The old Taoist priest deliberately avoided the question:

"No one is involved, let's continue playing chess."

Buddha smiled:

"You are still the same as before, too worried. Gongzuo!"

The old Taoist priest picked up the word "Pao" and suddenly shuddered, and the chess piece in his hand fell to the ground.

His eyes were red, and he shook the tortoise shell that he had used countless times like crazy.

Bad, bad, bad, very bad!

The old Taoist priest sat down on the ground, his mouth squirmed and kept opening wide, making "uh-uh" sounds.

That was trying hard to suppress oneself and avoid crying.

Seeing that something was wrong, Buddha asked sternly:

"Junior brother! Whose hexagram is this?"

The old Taoist priest breathed rapidly, like a fish dying of thirst. Finally he swallowed, and a drop of hot tears rolled out of his eyes.

He looked towards the fairy mountain, his lips trembling:

"it is good."

When Mr. Fo heard this word, he grabbed the wheelchair in panic and fell off.