It has been eighty years since the Sword Sect's hometown sank, and during this period, the appearance of the earth has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the old forests with undulating mountains have turned into a blue sea, and the once ocean has become a desert......

Many people have witnessed the process of change, just as the Creator himself has reorganized the world, forcing ordinary people to relocate and some to die in sudden changes.

The pattern of the immortal cultivation world has also undergone new changes, some of the major sects that were once prominent have completely disappeared in the trajectory of history, and some sects have taken advantage of the situation to rise, and I don't know if it is the cause of that disaster, the heaven and earth vitality that permeates the air is several times richer than before the war.

This has created a lot of talented people, 100,000 years ago the three pillars of the righteous path, Buddhism has ceased to exist as yesterday's yellow flower, Confucianism is strong, these years are thriving, Sun Chengbi has become the holy lord of Confucianism, holding the law of checks and balances quite majestic, and the child who can listen to the dream of Huangquan became the son of Confucianism, moving to the southwest.

Qin Qiuhe died, and it was rumored that he was killed by Qin Chaoran, there was such a rumor once eighty years ago, but this time he was really dead.

Whether he was killed by Qin Chaoran or not is also a matter of opinion, Qin Chaoran, who is in charge of the Demon Sect, resets the Eight Banners and Thirteen Altars, and the Demon Shuai Feiyun has become an elder, assisting Qin Chaoran to rectify the Demon Sect, changing its name to the Nine Ghost Demon Domain, and moving the sect to the westward border.

After eighty years of precipitation, the Sword Sect finally eased up, Lu Ang and others cultivated the sect's exercises, and now they are distracted monks, with Lin Tianxing's support on it, as if they are among the first sects in the world, and the overall strength is slightly lacking, but they can't help but have Lin Tianxing, Huang Xiufeng and Shi Kuang's three major tribulation monks to take care of them.

The Nine Demon Sect and the Confucian Sect are very close, because the Sword Sect is far away in Lang Huantian, Qin Chaoran and Sun Chengbi have become well-deserved absolute powerhouses in the Central Domain, and the Zhao clan, the Qin clan and the Wu Xiu lineage have become history, and it is rumored that they were destroyed by Sun Chengbi.

Even after 80 years of the war, there were still lingering palpitations, and not many people died, but the real powerhouse disappeared in the end.

The world of cultivating immortals has been preserved, and there are always people who jump out to stir up the storm in the era when people's hearts are impetuous, Qin Chaoran and Sun Chengbi are not good men and women, the territory of the Central Domain has been swallowed up by them two-thirds, and Huang Xiufeng of Penglai Island is their last opponent.

Jing Yao, Fu Hui and others, who sacrificed their lives and forgot about death, saved the immortal cultivation realm, but few monks thought about the past, let alone any nonsense such as gratitude to Dade, and many people even wished that the Yaoguang Banshee would take those super strong people to die early and be born early.

On Penglai Island, the owner of the island, Huang Xiufeng, ordered the top painters in the immortal cultivation world to draw the faces of the victims, in order to remember, those portraits represent the top monks in the immortal cultivation world, they come from different worlds, and they do not belong to the same time and space, but everyone will become a legend to sing.

Eighty years later, on the day of the sting, Penglai Island was surging, a sword light shot down the clouds and saw the sun, and the sound of the piano was played, the day was very special, it was about the memorial ceremony of the deceased.

The sky blooms with dazzling beams of light, slowly transforming into familiar faces, standing in the sky for a long time, its height borders the firmament, as long as you raise your head even if it is thousands of miles away, you can clearly see that it is all shining on the rare Tianjiao, Jing Yao, Fu Hui, Ming Zun, Liu Xuanjin, the moon crying sky......

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Qin Chaoran and Sun Chengbi stood on the top of Yunshan with their hands in their hands, looking at the face that was still fresh in their memory, one was silent, and the other sneered at the corner of his mouth.

Sun Chengbi said with a smile: "It's another boring day of worship, once a year, it's hard for Huang Xiufeng to persevere for eighty years, does he still believe that the banshee can come back alive?"

Sun Chengbi was proud.

The real powerhouses were all wiped out in that big battle, in terms of his talent, eighty years of precipitation and growth slowly approached that level, if Jing Yao stood in front of him now, Sun Chengbi was confident that he also had the strength to fight, and he would not necessarily lose.

Qin Chaoran said: "Maybe this is the difference between them and us...... Are you going?"

"What am I going to do?" Sun Chengbi sneered: "Mourning the untimely death of the banshee? Paying homage to the legacy of the sages? Is it necessary to cultivate half of the mountains and rivers in the immortal world, and in another hundred years, this world will belong to you and me." ”

Qin Chaoran smiled playfully and said, "It's so bold...... But there are still three mountains in front of us, and Lin Tianxing and the three of them are not easy to deal with. ”

"It doesn't matter. Sun Chengbi said confidently: "Break them one by one, the sky in the pot, Penglai Island, and Tiger Hill Mountain are 108,000 miles apart, first destroy Penglai, and then punish the teacher...... Who can fight you and I together?"

"Good. Qin Chaoran smiled brightly, his white hair was full of windlessness, his eyes were black and undulating, and he was still above Sun Chengbi in terms of cultivation.

Qin Chaoran and Sun Chengbi were angry, cholera cultivated the immortal realm, and the people at both ends of the snake and mouse tended to be inflammatory, and some monks spit on and scolded it, so they joined Penglai and fought-for-tat.

Penglai Island is guarded by the power of the demon gods, which is the most intact territory of the natural and man-made disasters, and this day is also a memorial meeting every year.

The mourning monks stood silently in rows, sending their most sincere silence to the shining portrait in the sky,

Lin Tianxing, Huang Xiufeng, and Shi Kuang attended in white clothes, followed by four two men and two women with sad eyes, eighty years of time passed in a flash, and for the monk, it was just a flick of his fingers, and if he wanted to completely dilute the weight of the mountain in his heart, how could a person who could do it in eighty years.

On the circular line of Penglai Island, the line was full of guards, with a white purple flower engraved on their clothes, looking at the pattern that flashed in the sky, the guards who had followed Jing Yao were saddened one by one.

Many of them used to be loose cultivators, and after recruiting Penglai, they said goodbye to displacement, and the owner of Jingyao Island never skimped on the treasures of the island, and the exercises and pills were not ambiguous.

Some people say that the Yaoguang Banshee has a perverse personality, others say that she is an executioner with bloody hands, and of course, some people say that she is a wolf in sheep's clothing...... Those are not important, those who say this kind of thing are either Jing Yao's enemies, or they are fools who have heard that they do not distinguish between right and wrong, so why waste their lips and tongues to explain meaninglessly.

The mourning monks looked at Lin Tianxing with an expressionless face, and felt sorry for Jing Yao in their hearts.

It can be called the totem of an era, a beautiful woman who is comparable to the great power of the ancients, and a strong man who can make the monks shudder when thrown out...... Too much aura shrouded the nun who often held the corners of her mouth and smiled, and after she fell into the arms of the stars, it all disappeared with the wind.

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