The sun is shining, and the forbidden picture covers the sun. Thousands of miles of land, the sky was shocked.

In the depths of the Snow Ridge, the black robe of the Demon Lang swayed slightly, and his steps were steady. On the snow, a string of footprints, unusually clear.

The sword of the fallen city must break the ban of heaven and earth.

That sword intent can shock the Three Realms. However, when the sword light went straight into the white mist, it was instantly trapped by thousands of forbidden images. That's like, the sky is bound to the dragon, and the mud is locked.

The king is forbidden and walks alone in the Three Realms.

Suddenly, Mu Tingcheng's face changed. Because, he didn't expect that the great ban of heaven and earth would be so strong?

Alluring sword light, like life.

At that moment, Mu Chengcheng felt that the Danhai was rolling over the waves, and the breath around him was not smooth. Heaven and earth are forbidden, although it only traps that sword light. But Mu Chengcheng is also in the middle of it.

Endless coercion swept in, as if drowning into the sea.

Mu Qingcheng's heart moved, and Zhou's upper and lower Xuanguang was better than Fang Cai, and the coercion was slightly relieved. At the same time, the seal in his hand changed, and he directly controlled the sword light and rushed outward.

In fact, when it comes to the realm of Mu Chengcheng, there is no need to seal it. As soon as the mind moves, ten thousand laws have been born. However, if you don't move the magic trick at this time, Mu Qingcheng's natal will definitely not be able to get out.

The void is like the sea.

The sword light of the alluring city, like a tired dragon and a trapped beast, rushes left and right. However, there is no shore.

In the snow ridge, the demon lang didn't turn his head, and that qiē didn't seem to have anything to do with him. Indifferent, safe.

The sword of the world, the king of the world, the heaven and the earth are forbidden. That's definitely a strange battle in the Three Realms!

In the corner of the void, the Buddha girl scattered, quiet, and her eyes gave birth to endless admiration.

Allure is peerless, worthy of its name.

If there is a chance, the Mu family sword god will definitely be able to embark on the path of Venerable in the future. Merely. Fate is vast, I don't know if he has that kind of cause and effect.

And. Today, Mu Qingcheng met the ninety-ninth generation of the sea.

Immortals and demons have three lives, one step at a time. The first person in the ages!

Today's Demon Lang, even if it is placed thousands of years ago, is also proud of the existence of the Three Realms. Under one statue, above ten thousand immortals. What's more, in the era of the end of the Dharma, His Holiness has withered, and only remnants remain.

That peerless battle couldn't even make the demon turn slightly.

Amazing sword. Heaven and earth moved. The wonders of the world are just the background of the magic lang's journey.

Momentum, great realm, nothing more!

Mo Lang's eyes, with a hint of tenderness, reflected the towering snow-capped mountain.

Boom-boom-boom

In the void, the clouds are like waves, just like the opening of the sky.

The clouds dispersed, and his brows furrowed slightly. Because. The endless aftermath has already affected the place where she is.

The initial Xuanhuang umbrella is slightly turned. The aftermath of the shock dissipated in an instant. Scattered dresses. Slightly swaying.

Goodbye, Mu Chengcheng in the distance, his body suddenly flew out upside down. Cast a light on it.

At the same time, a line of blood. gushing out.

Mu fell into the city, and it was scattered for a long time. His face turned pale. Dan waves rolled, and the breath was unsteady. That sword light, in the end, did not break out of the Heaven and Earth Forbidden Place, but was directly destroyed by the power of the forbidden map between Heaven and Earth.

Wow-wow-wow

Mu Qingcheng spewed two mouthfuls of blood in a row, and his cultivation was greatly damaged, and his face was extremely ugly.

That can be regarded as the first defeat since Mu Qingcheng was promoted to the Eternal Realm. Sadly, the opponent didn't even look back.

"Canghai Demon Lang, I haven't seen him for ten thousand years, he is so powerful!" Mu Qingcheng was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were extremely unwilling.

At that moment, Mu Qingcheng's arrogance was almost beaten into the mortal dust.

At that moment, Mo Lang happened to be standing in front of the Snow Mountain Cave Mansion.

With a slight wave of his hand, the cave opened widely, and the corner of Molang's mouth smiled.

"Mu Allure, one loss and one win, the cause and effect are over. Back then, you didn't kill me, and today, I won't kill you either! Return to the Allure City Mountain, devote yourself for thousands of years! If you have the chance, you may be able to embark on the path of the Venerable!"

Mo Lang didn't speak, just a divine thought, and then took a light step into the cave, and from beginning to end, he didn't look back.

Mu Chengcheng, with a complicated look in his eyes. That unwillingness gradually turned into calm. Then, Mu Qingcheng slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and bowed deeply in the direction of Liu Zhen.

"Mo Lang, one day, I will come again!" Mu Chengcheng's figure gradually faded away.

The remnants of the clouds dispersed, and the heavens and the earth were silent.

The Buddha girl is scattered, lonely.

"Canghai, you have changed the Three Realms!" Yunsan looked down at Liu Zhen with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth. In the scattered water eyes, the cocoon of black mangs in the backyard of the Wang family is reflected.

"The sea is in one vein, absolutely invincible!" The green skirt of the clouds moved, the void took a light step, and disappeared in one step.

The immortal burial snow mountain, the immeasurable forbidden land, finally restored the initial peace.

............

The Floating Dust River, passing through the Wuliang Mountain, is the totem of Tianzhou. A green peak on the bank of the river does not belong to the Infinite Mountains.

White linen, barefoot long.

A man, as rich as jade, quietly looking into the distance.

Above Tianzhou, there are very few people who know that this man has zài. But all the monks who knew that he had zài were in awe of him.

Among them, there is Mu Chengcheng.

Although the number of times this man has left this Qingfeng is only a handful, for some people, the existence of zài itself is an endless deterrent.

Infinite mountains, ups and downs.

The man in sackcloth, with a calm expression, seemed to be like ten thousand years. However, a strange color suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Immediately, a woman in green had already manifested not far from him.

The man in sackcloth had a look of surprise in his eyes. Because, for many years, absolutely no one can stand in front of him so easily.

This Qingfeng is his world.

Green clothes, ancient umbrellas, Buddha light, gourds. The man in sackcloth was shocked in his heart.

"Canghai Ancient Stream, Ninety-Eighth Generation!" Yun San looked at the man in Mai and smiled faintly, "Donghuang Taiyi!"

The man in sackcloth was slightly stunned, then calmed down, and then bowed deeply to Yunsan.

"Junior Eastern Emperor, I've seen the Green Soul Holy Venerable!"

Yun San shook his head when he heard this, and said with a wry smile: "Donghuang, my name is Yun San, and I am no longer a green soul, let alone a saint!"

The Eastern Emperor smiled and said, "The door of reincarnation for thousands of years is wide open, and the Holy Venerable has awakened, but there is no need to cling to the name. Cultivation to the realm only takes time. Reincarnation Venerable, recovery is just around the corner!"

"Oh?" Yun San nodded when he heard this, "The veins of the sea are all peerless in experience. The last three generations seem to have taken all the style. The ninety-eighth generation of Canghai is really extraordinary. ”

"Holy Venerable Praise!" the Eastern Emperor smiled, but there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"How many years have you been on this Qingfeng!" Yun San asked.

"At least 100,000 years!" Donghuang said calmly, "Actually, I can't remember it myself!"

"The man of the sea!" Yun San smiled bitterly, "It seems that they are all wanderers! The woman of the sea is the true guardian of the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms!"

"The man of Canghai is indeed ashamed of the woman of Canghai. However, I'm a watchman!" Donghuang looked into the distance and smiled helplessly, "Shenlang, it's the real wanderer! Actually, I'm just from the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms to this immeasurable green peak! Shenlang and Amu are the real amazing people in the sea." ”

Yunsan smiled slightly.

"Donghuang, in fact, the distance of space is nothing to you. With your realm, you can return to the Three Realms Sacred Mountain in one step!"

"Almost!" the East Emperor smiled, "but—"

Donghuang's eyes instantly dimmed.

"However, you can't get to the starting point of the floating dust!" Yun San, "maybe, you can't wait for the person you want to wait for!"

The pain in the depths of the Eastern Emperor's eyes flashed for a moment, he looked at the floating dust river, and then bowed deeply to Yun San again and said, "Eastern Emperor, please give the Holy Venerable advice!"

Yun San looked at Donghuang and sighed.

"Donghuang, you should know that the Floating Dust River has no starting point at all!"

The Eastern Emperor was silent.

"At the end of the floating dust is the Lethe River, and at the end of the Lethe River is the black water, and at the end of the black water is the floating dust! You say, which is the beginning and which is the end?"

"Holy Venerable!" the Eastern Emperor said slowly, "There is a person, tell me, one day, she will return from the starting point of the floating dust!"

Yunsan nodded and said with a smile: "I think, she didn't lie to you!"

"Holy Venerable, have you ever been to the starting point of the floating dust back then?"

"No!" said Yun San.

"What about Canghai Immortal Venerable?" the Eastern Emperor asked again.

"I don't know!" Yun San shook his head, and then looked at the Eastern Emperor with great meaning, "Eastern Emperor, you are the one who knows the Canghai Ancient Stream best!"

Donghuang nodded.

"The Three Lives of the Immortal Demon and the Demon Lang Order, all of them were passed on to the Demon Lang by you, right?"

"Yes!" Donghuang nodded, "That's the mission of the Ninety-Eighth Generation of Canghai!"

"What is left in the sea?" said Yun San, calmly.

"No!" Donghuang said, "My qiē came from Master, and then passed on to Molang!"

Canghai, is it the fate of the hundred generations of inheritors of the ancient flow of Canghai?"

The river of floating dust flows through the ages. It doesn't belong in any space. (To be continued!)

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