Under the starlight, the snow is shaking, and the wind is whistling with a trumpet.

Futong looked at the continuous Kunlun Mountains below, and the sound of the piano echoed from the mountains, floating up into the sky of clouds and mist.

The music of this qin is beautiful, exactly the same as the guqin that is resting in the Xianwei Palace.

After no doubt.

Fu Tong raised his hand.

The wind blows through your fingers.

Helping children to achieve the position of the most holy and inferior products, what they understand is the wind in the nine elements, with the power of the wind... Determine where the ethereal sound of Kunlun ultimately comes from.

At the same time, above the Immortal Dome Dao Hall.

Shen Tu Hang's eyes already had resolute killing intent, he no longer doubted, and he no longer cared about the strangeness of the ethereal sound, he raised his hand and pressed down suddenly, and in an instant, a large handprint as big as a ten-square sword array appeared, and as soon as the handprint appeared, it suddenly pressed down towards the sword array.

This handprint had just appeared, and it hadn't even touched the ten-sided sword array, but it was just suspended above this sword array, and the sword array was shattered under the impact of the fierce spiritual power emanating from the handprint!

The sixty thousand Kunlun disciples, including those Kunlun elders, including the pavilion master Lu Changyi, accompanied by the explosion of the sword array, all of them suddenly spurted blood, and looked up at the falling big handprint.

If this big mudra falls, the 60,000 Kunlun disciples, the entire Immortal Dome Dao Palace, and the entire Kunlun Main Peak will probably be completely turned into ashes and scattered for nine days!

"A ridiculous bunch of ants. ”

Standing in the air, Shen Tu sneered, with a look of disdain in his eyes, but the weaker these people, the more annoyed his heart became... His most beloved grandson would die in such a place, at the hands of such an ant-like group of native monks.

At the same time, there were also doubts, because according to Shen Tusu's description before, the murderer who was most likely to kill his grandson did not seem to be in the sword array below at the moment.

Of course...

This is just Shen Tu Hang's own speculation, he has never seen Qin Feng, so naturally he doesn't know Qin Feng.

But whether it's or not... Kill them all!

That's enough!

"Ugh..."

In the sword array, blood slipped from the corner of Lu Changyi's mouth, and he sighed in his heart, he is still like this, let alone others... Many Kunlun disciples were half-kneeling on the ground at the moment, unable to even stand up.

One by one... They are all waiting for the big mudra to fall, and once it falls, everyone will be wiped out.

"Senior brother, that's all Chang Yi can do. ”

Raising his eyes and looking in the direction of Tianqiong Peak, Lu Changyi's eyes were very calm, since the day when the clouds and water changed drastically and countless external forces poured in, he had already been prepared in his heart.

He also knew for a long time...

Maybe... On that day, Mount Kunlun will be destroyed and cease to exist.

Now the day has come.

He once thought that he would fall into a sad state that he couldn't extricate himself from, but he didn't expect... When it really came to this moment, my heart was so calm.

Lu Changyi sat down cross-legged, and behind him, those Kunlun elders also sat down, as well as the 60,000 Kunlun disciples, whether they were standing or sitting, even if they were seriously injured, they all sat cross-legged.

A passage was read out in unison from everyone's mouths.

"Zhou Tian is cold, what is the same as Yuanyi"

"I'm afraid that all sentient beings will be difficult to provincial. ”

"Raise yin and yang again, and be ashamed..."

“.........”

Sixty thousand disciples recited in unison, this is the 'Kunlun Moral Formula'.

It's not a recipe, it's just a piece of precept written by the originator of Kunlun Mountain, and it is something that every Kunlun disciple must memorize.

When the hundreds of people from the Shentu clan in the sky above saw this scene, they all had a sneer on their faces.

"Extinguish. ”

Shen Tu Yan was the same, his eyes were slightly lowered and he opened his mouth lightly.

The big handprint hanging in the sky suddenly plummeted down!

However...

At the moment when the big mudra was about to fall, a gentle wind swept through this Immortal Dome Dao Hall, and the moment the wind passed...

This big handprint that fell, without the slightest warning, dissipated inch by inch.

Seeing this scene, Shen Tu Hang's face changed in shock.

"Who!"

With a loud shout, just as he shouted, the wind of the entire Kunlun Mountain began to howl wildly. It's not a wild blow, but it's arranged in a very regular order.

It's like... In greeting them the emperor.

There is a figure, coming from the wind under the moon, with blue and white hair and plain robes.

As soon as Shen Tu saw the shadow that appeared under the moon, especially when he saw the long blue and white hair, the whole person was suddenly stunned, and his heart was violently pounded.

Without the slightest hesitation, the fierce void knelt down towards this moon shadow, and the whole person trembled, with a cold sweat.

Twenty years ago.

The tenth immortal realm of the immortal realm was established, and the first commander of the immortal realm took office, and all the immortal forces that entered this immortal realm, as long as they were above the immortal cultivation, they all went to the immortal guard palace to worship.

Shen Tu Hang, as a monk of the Heavenly Immortals, is naturally one of them, although he was standing behind the vast sea of people to worship, he didn't see the appearance of the commander clearly, and he didn't have the qualifications to see it clearly, but... The long blue and white hair is extremely memorable.

In the entire Tenth Immortal Guardian Realm, there are people with such hair, and there is only one person in the Guardian Realm, Futong!

Holy and Mighty!

For a small immortal like him, the Most Holy was simply a behemoth of Mount Tai, and it was not at all an existence that he could imagine.

'How could the Archon come to such a place...'

Shen Tu was in a cold sweat, and there were indescribable doubts in his heart.

As everyone knows, the leader of Futong has not been out of the Xianwei Palace for the past twenty years, except for the time when he accepted the worship of ten thousand immortals when he took office twenty years ago.

Even if you want to see it, you can't find it.

Now that he suddenly appeared in Kunlun Mountain, Shen Tu couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

Behind him, the rest of the Shentu clan knelt down in unison, they didn't know who it was, but since Shentu knelt down, they all knelt with him.

On the contrary, the 60,000 disciples before the Immortal Dome Dao Hall were extremely Danding, and no one cared who came at all, in their opinion, no matter who came, no matter what, it was destined today... Mortal.

Since it is already a mortal end, why should you care so much.

They all recited the 'Kunlun Moral Formula' in their mouths, and greeted the last time of their lives in a way that belonged to Kunlun Pavilion.

Only Lu Changyi, after sensing the abnormality of Shen Tu Jiao and the others above the sky, the sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at the person who came from the wind under the shadow of the moon, and couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

Judging from his Yuan Infant Cultivation, the person who is coming to the wind under this moon... It's like an unfathomable whirlpool, and I can't see through it at all.

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