After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

How many people have met Xie Wushuang before.

But the secret realm is so big, who knows where Xie Wushuang went?

If only you were there, it wouldn't matter if you betrayed Xie Wushuang or not, but with so many people, no one would say anything.

Having said that, I am afraid that if you return to the world of cultivating immortals alive, you will be cleared by the sect.

No one answered.

Modoye was colder: "No one said?"

Yi Luoling hides.

She was secretly startled: "This is Modoye? Qiu Liren, you are the head of Xuanqingzong, can you do it?"

A man can't... Fuck, he really can't do it this time!

Rubbing the sword, Qiu Liren became more serious: "I won't fight, I'm not sure. Let's go."

Yi Luoling asked a question: "Are you seven or three?"

"..." Qiu Li had fishy eyes and smirked, "Guess?"

Yi Luoling scolded: "Trash."

Qiu Liren said nothing.

Good men do not fight with women.

Whether to save or not is a question.

The key point is not Modoye, but the demon cultivators behind Modoye, dozens of them, and they can be exhausted to death just by fighting with wheels.

Qiu Liren glanced at Xie Yu, not knowing what decision he made.

Liandong was also looking at Xie Yu.

His hands were a little itchy: "Xin Yi, is he in a bit of trouble? Should I help him?"

Xin Yi didn't take Modoye seriously: "The subordinates are all under the orders of the young master."

If Shaojun asks him to make a move, he will go.

Liandong touched his chin: "But I'm in the same group as Modoye, so it's not good to kill him."

What to do if Grandpa Han is angry.

He just came out to play and doesn't want to go back yet.

Xin Yi waited silently.

Modoye noticed someone peeping in the dark, and looked around: "Xie Wushuang, are you here? Are you still not coming out? Are you really going to watch them die?"

He had waited long enough, and he didn't intend to keep his hands. He turned his hands over and said coldly, "Then they all die here."

Exclamations, sobs.

Nobody wants to die.

Someone even shouted: "Thank you Wushuang!"

Yi Luoling was a little worried: "Senior brother..."

The others are other people, and Sister Miaomiao is also there.

They have been on good terms over the years.

A chessboard was thrown out, protecting everyone.

The ink-colored chessboard was crumbling under the heavy pressure. Yi Luoling resisted the blow forcefully, and the spiritual power in her body was completely drained. She couldn't hide her trembling hands: "Are you Modoye?"

Both the Shen family and the Yi family have been passed down for a long time.

Modoye looked at Yi Luoling: "Not bad. But..." He smiled lightly, "Did you come out to die?"

Qin Miaomiao looked worried: "Luo Ling."

Qiu Liren also scolded: "Crazy woman, isn't she afraid of death!"

Shen Chungui was seriously injured, his consciousness was a little dizzy.

But what is more shameful and powerless, these demon cultivators dare to insult his ancestors...how dare...how dare...

The most frustrating thing is that he can't do anything.

Is he not working hard enough or fighting hard enough?

No, it's because of poor aptitude...he is, just trash...

"Shen Chungui."

A cold voice transmission, with the chill of frost and snow, "Wake up."

Shen Chungui's blood-stained eyelashes trembled.

He squirmed his lips, as if waking up from a dream, almost possessed by a demon.

He looked up blankly, who called him?It seems to be, it seems to be frost-free.

It was indeed Xie Yu.

He said to Qiu Liren: "You protect them later."

Qiu Liren didn't respond: "What?"

Zang Fengjian woke up, and was about to move.

It is going to Banyue Gorge.

Xie Yu used the sword first.

The frost condenses, the chill is bitter, and the fine snow is falling.

Zeng Zhaoying passed through the flowers, with a little blood line, the man in white didn't stay, and went away in an instant.

Modoye felt threatened, and before he even had time to avoid it, the follower behind him sprayed him with blood.

In just two breaths, Xie Wushuang forcibly killed five people in front of him.

Looking at the body of the entourage, his eyes turned cold, and he was angry: "You are courting death."

Xie Yu escaped quickly.

After running for several miles in the blink of an eye, it was at this time that Banyue Gorge opened with a loud bang!

Qiu Liren also appeared and protected the injured monk.

Modoye disappeared, and he started to go crazy: "I am Qiu Liren, the chief of Xuanqingzong, but someone dares to fight!"

Clothes hunting, madness.

The young man raised his sword, "Hahaha, no one can stop me, I, Qiu Li, will be invincible in the world!"

Yi Luoling was injured internally by Modoye's palm.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her lips: "How silly."

Qin Miaomiao supported Shen Chungui, worried: "Is that Xie Wushuang? He will be fine."

Modoye is ridiculously strong.

This tide, she faintly felt that the Demon Realm was about to rise.

Yi Luoling also looked over: "It must be fine."

She said firmly, "I thank senior brother for being invincible in this world!"

Qin Miaomiao laughed, Luo Ling had the nerve to call Qiu Liren stupid.

Boom boom boom!

Banyue Gorge shook again, and projections appeared one after another.

A drop of water reflected the sky and the earth, a black wooden branch was covered with gold patterns... a machete, shaking the light to catch the snow, and the beam of light penetrated the nine heavens.

Treasures were born one after another.

The real battle for this secret realm is about to begin.

Liandong's eyes lit up, pointing at the knife: "I want it!"

He didn't have a weapon in hand yet.

Xie Yu was the first to go in, and Modoye was the second. Smart people guessed what. The treasures outside are just appetizers for this secret realm, and the real delicacies are about to appear.

Whether it is the immortal cultivator or the demon cultivator, they are all scrambling to fly towards Banyue Gorge.

The one with the most secret realms is actually a ferocious beast.

A ferocious snapping turtle stepped on the wind, and it was about to enter the Banyue Gorge. A young man rushed out, with a mysterious totem outlined on the bright fox slave mask, and the neck, wrists, and ankles were all covered with shiny silver jewelry.

He punched through the hardest shell of the snapping turtle, and waited for Guanghua to guide him away: "Eh?" He picked up the golden token, "There are numbers on it, let me see, it's in Countdown, oh, I understand, only 100 people can enter Banyue Gorge!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard the words.

The killing erupted instantly.

Qiu Liren was attacked by several demon cultivators in a suicide style, and was beaten back and forth.

He immediately ran away: "Crazy, crazy."

What he got was also a black gold token, and he looked down, "There are only seventy places left?!"

Dive down, pick up Yi Luoling, Shen Chun, return to Qin Miaomiao, and along the way, bring two disciples of Xuanqingzong, and run towards the new gap in Banyue Gorge: "Let's go! Let's go! Really don't let go? I have a sword move, shocking!" The heavens and the earth, weeping ghosts and gods, the immortals and demons break away! Look at the trick, open the sky!"

The cultivator blocking the way was startled. After all, Qiu Liren is the head of the Xuanqing Sect. He said, "You and I are righteous cultivators, don't go too far...shameless!"

Qiu Liren, a bitch, can only shout moves but can't move his sword!

He just wanted to run away.

Qiu Licai didn't care about these things, and shouted all the way: "Don't force me. I am the chief of Xuanqingzong, watch the sword, open the sky!"

Qiu Liren shouted all the way, but didn't move a sword.

This time it was a demon cultivator who stood in the way. He noticed Qiu Liren's tricks early on, and said unmoved: "Kaitian? You Xuanqingzong will lose all face."

Two disciples of Xuanqingzong who were carried by Qiu Liren.

They covered their faces in shame.

It's so embarrassing, Senior Brother Qiu only yells, not at all as powerful as Xie Wushuang of Jianzong, and there is no chance for people to react when they make a move.

Unmoved, Qiu Liren shouted again: "Open the sky!"

It is better to say that it is a sword light than a sword light.

Using a sword as a knife, this time it really opened the sky.

Mo Xiu was still laughing so hard.

He was split in half vertically, before the blood overflowed, his voice was obliterated.

The light of the knife is endless, dozens of miles vertically.

The world is quiet.

Yi Luoling was also stunned: "Qiu Liren..."

If it weren't for the many people hanging on Qiu Liren, he would still be very handsome.

Standing on the air vent, he laughed a few times: "I have a sword style that shakes the world, weeps ghosts and gods, breaks the immortals and demons, and opens the sky!"

After finishing speaking, he jumped and entered the crack of Banyue Gorge.

Xie Wushuang was not the only one remembered by Moxiu.

There is also a Qiuli who can open the sky.

The fighting continues.

……

Xie Wushuang entered a yard.

The lotus flowers meet the sky day after day, and the sun is infinitely red.

There is a gazebo in the center of the lake, and the two figures are indistinguishable, not clear.

Zang Fengjian became quiet again.

The two were discussing.

"Which way is the strongest here? Of course it is my way of the sword!"

"Fellow Daoist, do you know that there is another one that has not appeared in the world?"

"and also?"

"Cultivate the mind."

"...I also cultivate my mind in the way of the sword."

"Then I'll change the wording and say ruthlessly."

"How could it be? Human beings are born with feelings, so how can we practice the way of ruthlessness?"

The person with his back to Xie Yu smiled, his voice was clear and clear: "Being ruthless is not ruthless."

Xie Yu realized something.

He seemed to see two rather remarkable men.

Tens of thousands of years ago, there was no such way as the ruthless way. It was deduced by an amazingly talented Taoist king who transformed into the way.

One person creates one, known as the ancestor of Taoism.

The conversation continued.

"So that's the case, why don't you cultivate the way of ruthlessness?"

"This way has nothing to do with me."

"... It's a joke, it's a joke."

The man also smiled, free and easy: "Why don't you plant trees to enjoy the shade by yourself."

Xie Yu looked up.

The young man's clothes moved slightly, and his dark eyes were very focused.

"...You. Let's not talk about this anymore. I want to establish a school and become the ancestor of swordsmanship. There are tens of millions in Xianzhou. Where should I choose?"

"If it is a hero, it should be built in Liangjie Mountain, one sect, one sect, and one realm."

"..." smiled wryly, "I would rather."

The voice continued: "If it is called the ancestor, it will be passed down for thousands of years, built in the center of the Canglan, overlooking the sea and the broken mountain, and worshiped by all the sects."

"Hahaha, well said. If I establish a sect, I will be the head of ten thousand sects!"

"Since it's all said and done, why don't Brother Dao start a sect with me."

The man picked up the cup, and there was a faint hint of the tea fragrance: "Brother, you are joking."

Speaking of it.

Xie Yu already knew the identities of the two of them.

He nodded, saluted as a disciple, and bowed from a distance.

"Then I will establish the Sword Sect in the center of Canglan."

"My sword sect should be worshiped by all sects!"

"Designated as Cang Lan's first case!"

Of the two people in the gazebo, one is the ancestor of the founding sect of Jianzong and Xie Yu's master.

One more person should be...

Xie Yu only knew to call him Dao Patriarch.

His deeds spread all over Canglan, but few people know who he is.

This Daoist gentleman was relatively humble and did not leave much trace.

It seems that this is indeed the dojo of an immortal.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the afterimage left by the two Taoist monarchs discussing the Tao here has faded. Zang Fengjian led him to break in here, and finally witnessed this scene.

A gust of wind blows.

The two afterimages completely dissipated.

The gazebo fell silent.

Xie Yu observed the Zangfeng sword sleeping in his sea of ​​consciousness again, it must be that sword.

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