Inside the mountain body of the Shushan Sword Sect, the face of the enlightened real person was gloomy, and in front of him was a messy pond, the lotus leaves withered, the golden lotus withered, the dragon qi had already dissipated, and even the dragon egg was gone.

The irrepressible anger was suppressed in his heart, and the real person who understood it couldn't hold back, blood spurted out, and he almost fainted.

This place is the top secret place of the Shushan Sword Sect, except for a few "enlightenment" characters in the sect, in normal times, this is Lu Lengxuan's retreat.

But something happened at this juncture, and you don't have to think about it to understand that this is something that has been planned for a long time.

The real person of understanding supported his body, sat down on the edge of the stone platform, and did not speak for a long time, thinking about the whole thing in his mind for a while, but he still had no clue.

A traitor? Not very credible? But who knows here?

The heart of the enlightened real person was really almost broken, and he and the enlightened real person worked hard all their lives, just to push the Shushan Sword Sect up.

Now that the White Bone Mountain has been broken, the prestige of the Shushan Sword Sect is unique for a while, and there is no one in the Daomen who can compete with it, but the luck of Shushan Mountain, which has been pregnant for many years, has been cut off.

This is the hard work of several generations, and it has just been ruined? The real person of understanding suddenly got up, rushed into the pond desperately, tossed back and forth with his hands, and suddenly, his whole body suddenly stiffened.

With the strength of his arms, only half of the body remained, and he fished it out of the water, his divine sense swept over it, his eyes looked down from above, and the doubts in his heart were even worse!

On Kunlun Mountain, there was no fanfare and welcome, and there was no cheering for the final victory of this great war, and there was only a dead silence.

In the Valley of the God of War, there were only a hundred people left, including Li Xiaoyi, who looked at the white jade wall in unison, the name on it was still as new, just a few days of hard work, and the name was just a name.

The aroma of the dragon flame liquid overflowing with wine, a jar, Li Xiaoyi took the lead in drinking a big mouthful, and then poured it on the ground, under the stone tablet.

"In the future, there will be wine here, and the whole altar will be put in the whole altar, and when the brothers are hungry for wine, they don't have to look elsewhere. ”

Chen Yueling said "um", Li Xiaoyi threw the wine jar casually, Sun Biao reached out to catch it, was stunned for a moment, the wine was fragrant, raised his hand to pick it up, and poured it with his neck up.

Chen Yueling and Zhang Jing got up and left, and the small jar of wine was passed down in turn, one person took a sip, and before the ten people arrived, there was not a drop left.

At this time, Chen Yueling and Zhang Jing had already returned, a storage bag was opened, and more than ten jars of wine were opened, and I don't know where these two people came from.

Li Xiaoyi stepped forward, stretched out his hand and took a jar, opened the wine seal, opened his mouth to drink, and the rest of the people were the same. Suddenly, the entire Valley of the God of War was filled with the aroma of wine, but there was no joy and laughter, nor any noise, only the sound of continuous drinking.

The rest of the peaks are also similar, there is no sacrifice, there is no crying, only a candle flame, illuminating the entire Kunlun Mountain in the dark night.

Cultivators are born and die again, because the path of cultivation is originally to observe all things and seek immortality, but such a group of people are born and die lightly.

Every year, there are countless cultivators of various sects and sects, because they can't break through the realm, they have no choice but to sit in the cave, just like autumn leaves falling, silently, quietly disappearing.

Those who drink alcohol do not see through it, so they borrow wine to kill their sorrows, and those who are drunk see through it again, because they can finally calm down and sleep peacefully.

A thousand cups are not drunk, but they are melancholy, as if Li Xiaoyi at this moment is drinking and drinking again.

On the quiet night, the cold moon hung high, he looked at Chen Yueling, who had been with him, and sighed as if he had a feeling: "Did I do something wrong?"

"You're not wrong, we are willing, not for you, but for the common people in the world. ”

Li Xiaoyi smiled and raised his head to drink, not because he wanted to drink, but because he wanted to cover his face with a wine jar, because he had never thought about what the world would be.

Chen Yueling mistakenly thought that he was sad, Zhang Jing sat quietly on the side, without saying a word, and her eyes always wandered on Li Xiaoyi's body.

This is a sad person, she thinks so.

When Li Xiaoyi put down the wine jar, he was really a little sad, he wanted to climb up, in Kunlun, or the Daomen of the world, but the White Bone Mountain actually gave him the opportunity to take revenge.

It takes stepping stones to climb the mountain, and when he finally climbs to an unexpected height one day, he looks back and sees familiar faces under his feet.

When holding him, Zhang Youdao cried heartbreakingly, he didn't want to die, he still wanted to live!

And when Li Xiaoyi's Jing Zhongyue raised it above his head, his sad face turned into a smile: "In the next life, he Zhang Youdao will still be a Kunlun disciple, just to follow him." ”

At that moment, Li Xiaoyi's hands were really trembling, and when the blood came, he no longer had the joy of success, but a burst of sadness and self-blame.

The same is true for others, dozens of lives that get along with each other in the morning and evening pass like water in their own hands, and then completely die.

This feeling...... He looked at the bright moon and was speechless for a while......

The ban in the Yunhai Hall was fully opened, the gray-robed old man appeared in the hall, Murong Yunyan was looking at a beast egg, and on the golden shell, there was a faint aura fluctuating.

"What flaws have been revealed?" Murong Yunyan asked expressionlessly.

The gray-robed and eyebrowless old man arched his hand slightly and said, "Only one and a half of the body fell in the dragon pond, and it was too late to collect it." ”

Murong Yunyan frowned slightly, and continued to caress the slightly warm surface of the eggshell, sliding back and forth.

"Did you do it on purpose, or was it really time pressed so that you didn't even have time to recover the body. ”

The gray-robed old man didn't reply immediately, and blood suddenly overflowed the corners of his mouth, just because of Murong Yunyan's displeasure at the moment.

"The breeding of Taoist soldiers has been there since ancient times, and in today's Daomen, there are only two sects that can afford it, Dayan and Forget Worries, and the old foxes of the Shushan Sword Sect, do you really think they will believe it?"

"The Great Yan Sect is famous for the art of heavenly arithmetic, although the Forget Worry Sect is indifferent to fame and fortune, in the end, it is within the six sects of the Daomen, and it is not impossible to throw it on them, at least it can slow down the time for the Shushan Sword Sect to unify the six sects. ”

"The dragon qi has been broken, it is too difficult to unify the six sects, does he still have a chance?" The corners of Murong Yunyan's mouth showed a sneer.

"Back then, the Kunlun Sect, the thousand-year-old dragon qi was broken, like the momentum of the sunset, it became the sunset of the West Mountain, the heaven and earth feng shui, its own way, the magic circle gathered in it, the best in nature, and it was not impossible to be artificial, not to mention that my Kunlun has been a beautiful place since ancient times, and the real dragon is born, like a tiger with wings!"

The corners of Murong Yunyan's mouth were hooked, and he looked at the gray-robed old man who was gushing endlessly, and said, "Since you know this, why bother doing it?"

It was still the matter of the half of the corpse, and the gray-robed old man bowed his head again and said: "It's an old man who is confused, he was in a hurry at the time, and he lost his sense of proportion for a while, please teach the real person to punish him." ”

Murong Yunyan approached the gray-robed old man, his eyes flashing with an unusually cold glow: "Senior Uncle Ancestor, this is the last time, if there is any more, I will kill you!"