Voice of the World [Transmigration Book]

As long as a reasonable person would not let Xue Changsheng, a small golden core stage, bring Su Zhuo, a weaker Qi training stage, to die when the mountain protection formation was split open.It's just that Master Tongtai naturally wouldn't meddle in other people's business, and the people next to him didn't dare to stop him because of Master Tongtai. Su Zhuo had long wanted to find an excuse to rush to the mountain gate, and he couldn't wait for Xue Changsheng's behavior.Although many disciples in charge of guards wanted to dissuade them along the way, but Xue Changsheng's seniority is too high, and the Northern Ming Xianzong respects teachers and respects the most, as long as Xue Changsheng waved his sleeves and snorted coldly, even if it was Nascent Soul The three generations of disciples in the same period could only kneel obediently and watch the two go away.

The two ran to the front of the mountain gate unimpeded all the way, and they saw the tragic image that Su Zhuo had expected.The huge stone platform that was originally wide and grand was completely separated from the center, becoming two huge semicircles floating in midair, like a broken disc, stagnating in midair miserably, barely maintaining the grandeur that suffered the same fate. The two pillars of the mountain gate staggered and continued to stand.And without the support of the formation, those gravels could not stagnate in mid-air, they poured down like a torrential rain, and I don't know how many birds and animals in the forest below were killed by this blow.

More than [-] second-generation disciples of the transformation stage formed a sword formation to surround Fu Qianwen who was standing on the edge of the broken bridge. Only the Beiming Xianzong, who is the number one sect in the cultivation world, could do such a terrifying battle. In the end, four masters and elders from the Tribulation Period gathered around the mountain, standing with swords in their hands.

However, even though the sect master and real Mulan were dispatched, as well as the two elders of the previous generation who lived in seclusion in the back mountain, all the people standing here could not help but break out in cold sweat.Master Taishan once suspected that the person who came over was Ye Xiaoyi, known as the No. Disrespectful gesture.

But it is not.

Because there is only one person standing here, but the aura exuded by this person is a thousand times, ten thousand times more terrifying than Ye Xiaoyi!

This person... is this person really from the human world? !

Everyone can't help but have such doubts. The fairyland was originally far away like a dream for these cultivators. Knowing that the Tianzhu in the middle mainland collapsed more than 300 years ago, the gates of the fairy and demon worlds opened, and they poured into the human world in an instant. The huge aura of the gods caused countless cultivators to soar up in place, and this rekindled the fighting spirit in the cultivation world that had begun to fall into despair.And the legends of the two worlds of immortals and demons are no longer just people's fantasies, and even many ancient sects took advantage of this to get in touch with the legendary ancestors who had already ascended, and gave them many rare treasures in the world.

The Beiming Immortal Sect has been the most powerful leader of the White Dao in the human world since thousands of years ago, and naturally the care of the ancestors is indispensable.Although Master Taishan was only a direct disciple of the former master more than 300 years ago, he was fortunate enough to see the true face of an immortal.He once thought that his master was so strong that there were few opponents in the world, and even the leader of the demonic way, Ye Xiaoyi, might not be able to face his master alone.But such a powerful master, in front of the immortals who came to the sect at that time, was so weak that he couldn't even compare with a finger.

But now, Master Taishan, whose strength has caught up with his master back then, deeply felt that in front of this person, not to mention a finger, he might not even be able to compare with a hair.

Can't compare!Don't dare to compare!retreat! — run away!If he is blocked in front of this person, I am afraid that the entire Beiming Immortal Sect will be destroyed!

Just when both sides—or one side—were afraid to move, someone spoke.

"It's you."

Fu Qian was moved when he heard this.

Under the horrified eyes of everyone, he looked at the only person who dared to speak. That person did not have a sword. He stood on the mountain gate that had been broken in two and was barely floating in the sky, quietly looking at Fu Qianwen.Dressed in black, with a jade crown and a white face, he held a long sword tied with Xia Anning's hair. On the sword was a spell written by Su Zhuo himself.

Fu Qianwen said slowly: "You are... Qin Huanyan?"

Qin Huanyan was not surprised that the other party knew her name. As early as the first time they met, this person's eyes had never moved away from his best friend, following Su Zhuo's movements, following Su Zhuo's movements Watch and watch, follow Su Zhuo's attention.Now that Su Zhuo introduced his name to him, before Su Zhuo forgot about him, Fu Qianwen would never forget the existence of Qin Huanyan.

Like a puppet.

Qin Huanyan looked at the miserable images around her and said coldly, "You are a fairy."

Fu Qianwen did not speak.

The suspicion in my heart was confirmed, and everyone around was shocked.Not to mention that he has reached the half-step ascension stage of Taishan Daoist, but the lowest cultivation level among the more than 20 second-generation disciples who have set up a sword array around him is the middle stage of transforming gods. Enough to call the wind and shake the rain.To put it bluntly, even the heads of some middle-level sects are still in the early stage of transformation, let alone those small sects.

But such a battle, which is enough to scare any sect, is nothing more than a sword in the eyes of Fu Qianwen.

Qin Huanyan said coldly: "Where is Su Zhuo?"

After a pause, he said, "Maybe I should ask where Su Zhuo is here."

Su Zhuo who was hiding in the corner with Xue Changsheng almost knelt down.

Fu Qianwen, who had discovered Su Zhuo's existence a long time ago, had already calmed down. He looked at the sword fairy in the distance, and the person on the opposite side stood holding a sword, with the heart of the sword and the bone of the sword, entering the Tao with martial arts, as if he was another self.

But in fact, he is... very different from himself.

[What is an ugly monster? 】

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[The winner is - Fu Qianwen! 】

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[The winner is - Xia Anning! 】

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The marks of depravity on his face were painful to the bone marrow. Following Fu Qianwen's unstable Dao heart, they moved slowly from his lower cheek to his forehead, then from his forehead deep into his eye sockets, and finally returned to his cheek.It kept struggling, but it was always confined to half of its cheek, blocked in the darkness by the silver mask.

This is the punishment of the "degenerate" loser, the imprint of the betrayer but incapable of betrayal, and the cruelest mockery.The imprinted person will not be freed for the rest of his life. Even if the skin is torn, the flesh is scraped off, and the bones are removed, it will only be bound in the most conspicuous place of the person, and will continue to be punished forever.

Every moment, as long as the Dao heart is unstable, this engraving will take advantage of the void and erode Fu Qianwen's body and soul. Every time he enters and exits, it is a painful torture to the marrow.

But Fu Qianwen didn't move.

He knew that his majesty was nearby, the aura that had been familiar for thousands of years, the soul that had been familiar with for thousands of years, and the gentle gaze that had been familiar with for thousands of years, all were treasures that he could never ignore and forget.And in order to keep such a treasure, even if she falls into the abyss and cannot be recovered, she will not hesitate.

Fu Qianwen put away his sword.

The terrifying sword energy slowly subsided as he put the "long" sword back on his back, and finally returned to nothingness. At this time, Fu Qianwen was like an ordinary mortal, standing there quietly, indifferent almost be ignored.

Master Taishan was finally able to breathe, only then did he realize that his back was wet with cold sweat.

"Excuse me... this fairy elder." Master Taishan said cautiously and respectfully: "I don't know why you condescended to come to my sect—"

"I'm tired."

"...???"

Fu Qianwen said lightly: "This deity needs to rest for two days."

"………………Yes!"