Chapter Ninety-Seven: Red Dust Fights for Life, Disaster Is Inescapable! (1st Update)

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In the depths of the Dao Courtyard, Su Qinian's body was light, and the qi that belonged to the Heavenly Eye Lock disappeared.

The innate realm operates, Su Qiannian absorbs the vitality liquid in the furnace of light, and the primordial breath flows, nourishing the internal organs and replenishing the spirit.

And at this moment, the entire Chang'an City exploded.

Whether it is the martial arts master in Chang'an City at this time, or the major official eunuch families, many wealthy families, are swaying, in the Taoist courtyard, the human king who has been dormant for many days shot again, this time than the last time to show the first place on the Yuan Shen list, known as the only absolute force in ancient and modern times.

Many masters are speculating, especially some of the top Yuan Shen figures in Chang'an City who have not made a move for a long time, for the first person of the Yuan God of the Dynasty, they are all extremely jealous, and the eight seals of the human king appeared in front of everyone for the first time, although there is only one seal, but the cultivation of the human king is deep, and the Tao is high, which can be seen.

"The Eight Seals of the King of People, this is just a seal, and there are rumors that there are also the Seal of the Turning the Sky, the Red Dust Seal, the Eight Desolation Seal, the Split God Seal, the Mingxin Seal, the Pure Yang Seal, and the King of People Seal. ”

"I really want to see the complete human king eight seals, what kind of style it is. ”

"The inheritance of the Heavenly Emperor City does not ask about relatives, only about fate, and I don't know who the next generation of Heavenly Emperor will be. ”

Some masters sighed, since the beginning of the dark years, there was only one Emperor of Heaven, but now there is one more human king, known as the only one in ancient and modern times, since the day of his debut, he has pushed the same generation horizontally, and there is no defeat.

There are also people speculating that the peak master of Qingyang Peak, the little immortal Su Qiannian, what kind of changes happened, even the eye of heaven was triggered, this is not an ordinary calamity, is it the death of the sword tribulation?

If it is the sword robbery, can it be said that it has broken the sword barrier and broken the curse of its predecessors?

This is not trivial, with its current achievements, if it breaks through the barrier of rest, then it is really a dragon returning to the sea, and it really rises, and there is no doubt at all.

In the next three days, the undercurrent in Chang'an City surged, outside the alley of the Daoyuan, all kinds of figures flashed, and there were also masters from various sects and families who happened to be in Chang'an, and came to visit the Daoyuan at this moment.

Su Qiannian did not show up, only the old courtyard owner received everyone, and many famous masters wanted to speak and stopped.

The old man saw everything in his eyes, he didn't say anything, and for this once powerful man, even if he has fallen to the dust, many masters dare not be rude every time they sweep the depths of the Dao Courtyard with their eyes vaguely.

As everyone knows, the king of men is not only world-famous in martial arts, but also domineering, if he provokes that one to make a move, in addition to the Mandate of Heaven and the Quasi-Saint, there are few people in this world who can stop it.

Three days later, in the quiet courtyard, Su Qinian's white hair danced lightly, he opened his eyes, his gaze was calm and gentle, and he did not see the slightest divine light leaking out.

It took three days of recuperation before he removed the many dark injuries in his body one by one, and also integrated the many killing experiences along the way during this trip to Chang'an.

Especially in the battle with the sword king from the Nine Shadows, Su Qiannian realized a type of death sword, forty-nine deaths, he had already realized fifteen swords, and from the rumored twenty-one swords against the Yuan God, there were only six swords left.

However, as the most profound foundation among the descendants of the Retirement Sword in the past dynasties, Su Qi Nian flattered himself, and waited until he realized one or two more Bright Origin Mysteries and reached the first-class Mixed Yuan Realm, perhaps as long as he realized one or two more knives, this body of force would definitely take a solid step on the Holy Forbidden Road.

Getting up, Su Qiannian looked ahead, and the king of people stood with his hands in his hands, with his back to him.

Bowing to the king of people, Su Qinian said solemnly: "Thank you seniors for coming to the rescue." ”

Three days ago, the king of people made a strong attack and defeated the eye of heaven, and in the dark, Su Qinian vaguely felt through the dragon soul that there seemed to be some kind of indescribable connection between his body and the king of people.

It seems that this is what Buddhism calls cause and effect, and what Taoism calls calamity.

If you bear the calamity that belongs to you, you must bear the cause and effect that you should have.

The king of people didn't turn around, but said lightly: "Go ahead." ”

Taking a deep look at the back of the king of people, Su Qiannian understood the character of this one, and didn't say anything more, turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

Not long after Su Qinian walked out of the courtyard, the voice belonging to the king of people sounded again, calm and calm, as if it contained all the vicissitudes of this world.

"Shun the sky to take your life, go against the sky to take your life, and fight for your life in the red dust!"

"It's a good way, it's a very good way. ”

Su Qiannian was shocked, the king of people seemed to mean something, there were words in the words, although he didn't say it explicitly, but Su Qiannian had already understood something from it, and wanted to really break the calamity that belonged to the Retirement Knife and continue his life, it was definitely not as simple as replenishing Shouyuan, it would be an unprecedented breakthrough.

Walking out of the depths of the Daoist Academy, Su Qinian saw some Daoist disciples who had returned one after another.

"Master of the Academy. ”

Even as a figure of the same generation, at this time, many young disciples looked at this young man who was a few years younger than them, and all that was left was awe.

Such a young taboo powerhouse, looking at the entire territory of the Han Dynasty, there are several people in the same generation who can be opposed, and there is already a tendency to push the same generation.

With that psychic divine sword, in the eyes of many Daoist disciples, this young academy master is full of force, not to mention the top figures who are truly comparable to the Daoist Yuan Shen, the martial arts master, will not be too far behind, at least not at all without the slightest power to resist.

Such an age, such an achievement, undoubtedly makes them sigh to themselves.

And from the moment he saw his white hair, a disciple of the Cadre Academy understood that the calamity that belonged to the retirement had not ended, and the master of the Juvenile Academy had not really broken the shackles.

Even, it went farther and farther in the catastrophe, and the vicissitudes of life were too thick, even ordinary people could see that there was not much time left.

Su Qiannian walked out of the Taoist courtyard, walked through the deep alleys, and walked onto the long street of the imperial road.

At this moment, he once again stepped into the eyes of the entire Chang'an City.

The young man's white hair, the thick air of twilight, really shocked many people.

Some people show regret, and some people breathe a sigh of relief, many forces, to name a few, it is difficult to explain.

The Han Dynasty is a product, the Marquis of Ling's Mansion.

The green shirt is clean and tidy, but it is refined from the silk of a century-old green silkworm, which is worth 100 gold.

Ling Tong stood in front of a blooming lotus pond, and the old housekeeper stood aside.

"With gray hair, it looks like he's running out of time. ”

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Ling Tong's mouth, and he said, "What kind of power you want to gain, what kind of price you have to pay, this is fate!"

After a pause, Ling Tong frowned again and said, "Is this son going to the Demon King's Mansion?"

"Yes, sir. The old housekeeper replied.

"Demon Town Palace?" Ling Tong muttered, a hint of playfulness slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Liu Zeng'an, guarding the frontier of the West Sea, has been dormant for so many years, is it restless......?

Demon King's Mansion.

Su begging year again, the servants in front of the gate of the palace were shocked, in the past three days, the undercurrent in Chang'an City, as a big Han Zhengyipin, the descendants of the Demon Palace, how did they not get the news, knowing that the white-haired young man in front of him, and now not only a force can be called a young taboo, with a psychic sword, but also the lord of Wudang Qingyang Peak, the head of the top family and sect, and his status is respected.

Without Su Qiannian to speak, someone immediately entered the mansion to pay respects, and soon, the old housekeeper with a thin figure and a goatee came out of the mansion, bowed slightly to Su Qiannian and said, "I've seen the Lord of Qingyang Peak!"

Su Qiannian immediately dodged away, supported the old housekeeper's arms with one hand, accepted this salute, and said with a wry smile: "The seniors have tormented the juniors, they escorted the juniors into Wudang back then, worked all the way, took care of them carefully, and the juniors were not grateful, how could they dare to receive such a great gift from the seniors, the identity of the rivers and lakes, it is not an official authenticity, and the seniors should not care." ”

Su Qiannian said sincerely, when he became a suspended death row prisoner and escorted to Shiyan Prefecture, Hubei Province, it was the old housekeeper who supported him all the way, and the road was not calm, in the memories of Su Qinian, how many undercurrents along the way at that time were repelled by the old housekeeper, if not, he might not have been able to reach Wudang Mountain alive.

A smile appeared on the corner of the old butler's mouth, and he was no longer formal, and got up and said, "The peak master is looking for the county lord, I'll let someone show you the way." ”

Su Qinian's eyes froze, and the old housekeeper's smile was quite playful, and the deep meaning in it, even with Su Qinian's state of mind now, couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Hanyang Garden.

Coming to this secluded courtyard, Su Qiannian breathed a sigh of relief, the old butler's last departing gaze made him a little like a thorn in his back, compared to this, he would rather fight with the Nine Shadows Sword King to the death.

Taking a deep breath, Su Qiannian walked into Hanyang Garden, and saw a simple and elegant pavilion, where a girl in a plain white dress sat at a stone table and was boiling a pot of tea.

Su Qiannian came to the stone table and sat down, watching the girl wash tea, divide tea, and order tea, the girl looked cold and beautiful, but the jade neck, which was as white as mutton fat, slowly gave birth to a faint flush.

One breath, two breaths...... Ten breaths, half a burnt incense.

Su Qinian didn't move, and the girl finally couldn't bear it anymore, and raised her head and glared at him fiercely.

Su Qiannian smiled, then retracted his form and said in a deep voice: "He is here." ”

The girl was slightly stunned, and then she came to her senses, and her cold eyes also gave birth to a bit of solemnity.

After a stick of incense.

"Those who are gone will return, and those who exist will be eternal." ”

"I want to become an immortal. ”

Liu Qingcian's pure eyes like cold jade froze, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said: "Is there really an immortal in the world?" (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket, the starting point genuine subscription is the greatest support for ten steps!) The first one will be sent, and I will go to work for a while later, everyone can rest assured, there will be no less than two more, and I will finish writing without sleeping.) (To be continued.) )