The top of Kunlun Mountain, the unprecedented brokenness, the unprecedented loneliness, even the shining morning glow on the horizon cannot bring the slightest warmth here.

The former fairyland on earth, the lone branch in the past, seems to be to verify the saying that the tree is beautiful in the forest and the wind will destroy it, such an idea is not only one person, those outsiders who watch the whole process coldly, and those rootless cultivators who hide aside and steal fun, so that a huge Kunlun has become a joke.

Different from the laughter and cold eyes of these cold people, Kunlun's disciples, each with their own hearts, hated the Kunlun white-eyed wolf with backbones to the extreme, but more importantly, there are some disciples, including Elder Kunlun, who still can't believe that Kunlun, which was still thriving a few days ago, has fallen into such a dilapidated scene.

Especially the uncertain life and death of Xuande Ancestor, it is even more to those who still have illusions, and pounces on a large basin of cold water.

Kunlun is finished, Kunlun is finished!

Such fragmented thoughts seem to have filled every mountain peak and every place in Kunlun, and outside the Guangling Palace, there are even more cultivators who sneer in joy and don't know where to go in the future.

After the First World War, the Qingxu Old Dao, who was seriously injured, was like a real person, and the elite disciples of the four peaks and the elders of each peak gathered around him, and they were guarding, defending this Kunlun Mountain, which was no longer covered by the Kunlun Great Array, and guarding their last dignity.

In a huge square, the monks from all over the world stood unevenly in the cultivator camp, either sneering and thinking about the little dirt hidden in their hearts, or watching Kunlun take on the jokes they always made as if they were jokes.

Although there is a lot of noise, even if someone has shouted that they want to share the spoils on the spot and scrape Kunlun's rhetoric, no one dares to stand up first, because there is still Qingxu, because there is also Mingru who has been seriously injured, because they are all real people.

The disciples and elders of the six major sects who can be better try their best to maintain Kunlun, but Kunlun, who has lost the ancestor of Xuande, is still Kunlun who once stood proudly in the cultivation world?

Until the gate of the Guangling Palace, there was a squeaky sound, that is, for some reason, under so many voices of people, under so many laughter and scolding, that voice was so clear, and every monk standing here, even every monk who was still in Kunlun Mountain, heard it so clearly.

There was purple qi coming from the east, and from the sky, in the surprised and closed mouth of a cultivator, someone shouted: "Look!"

It was purple gas, swirling around the sky, coming from the east, riding on the glow of the sky, shining on the Guangling Palace, the threshold, there was a step, and the palace door once again made a squeaky sound.

Dressed in a purple robe, full of white hair, with a face like a crown of jade, and delicate skin like a baby, there is a smile that climbs up the corners of his mouth, but what makes people can't take their eyes off is the person's faint golden eyes.

Looking at all living beings, it is the world's domination, and under the world, there seems to be only one demon lord who can give people this illusion of being high above and insurmountable. The Buddha's eyes are peaceful, and it seems that he has only seen it in the contemporary abbot of the Golden Wheel Temple.

And the person's eyes, peaceful, but as if there is an immortal posture swaying above the blue sky, looking down, people are as close as the Buddha is close to him, but there is a more daunting domineering side.

On the pale face of the pure void real person, there was almost no change in emotion, just like the flying sword with a trace of crack in his hand.

He turned his head, and he put his hand on Qingxu's shoulder with a slight smile, and took another step forward.

At this moment, on the square outside the huge Guangling Palace, there was silence, and at this moment, no one looked away, and almost all the focus was on the purple clothes that were dressed.

Qi erupted in heaven and earth, from his body, from the position where he stood, Haoran was like a purple gold sword, inserting force into the sky, in an instant, there was wind and clouds in the sky, and there were war drums and thunder in the sky, so Haoran purple qi fell from the sky, all shrouded in his body, and the silver and white hair, flying and fluttering, he took another step.

It's like the sword immortal predecessor back then, stepping into the sky, but the difference is that he doesn't have a sword in his hand, nor does he have a wine jug full of incense, but he turns his back behind him, walks in the air, and faces the catastrophe of heaven and earth.

It is to cross the tribulation, not the tribulation of the void, not the tribulation of the real person, but the peak of the gods!

Qingfeng Ancient Town, located in the remote area of the Central Plains, is old and dilapidated, which corresponds to the origin of the word "ancient town", without the prosperous scene of Beijing, and there is no general town of people coming and going. Yes, it's just that some old people who have reached the age of Jiazi lean on the root of the loess wall, drinking a bowl of rice wine that is not worth a few copper plates.

First, the porcelain bowl that was a little yellowed, stretched out under his nose, sniffed a few times, and took a small sip of it with the red sun, smashed it a few times, and it was already an extremely intoxicated look, half-squinting sleepy eyes, looking at the petite figure.

In the town, there are few people who can drink leisurely at the base of the wall like this old man, and this old man's sense of superiority is more and more set off.

It wasn't until the petite figure approached that he opened his sleepy-eyed cloudy eyes and said, "It's all done?"

On the tip of the little girl's nose, there were a few drops of crystal sweat, dripping down from time to time, but the little head with a ponytail still kept nodding and said: "Old Zhou, I have finished this month's work, and I still owe me five copper plates last month, did you give them together?"

The old man, who was called Lao Zhou'er, subconsciously frowned, looked at the little girl's chest and said, "Er Nizi, your steamed buns haven't been steamed yet, why are you so calculating every day, be careful that you can't get married when you grow up." ”

After hearing this, the little girl reached out and touched her flat chest, and then with an evil face, she immediately picked up a stone, and was about to smash it at the old man who was disrespectful, and the latter immediately blocked his face and said: "Don't, don't, I'll give you ten copper plates." ”

As she spoke, she threw out a string of copper coins, and the little girl who was called Er Nizi picked up the copper coins and counted them twice, before throwing down the stones in her hand and replacing them with a smiling face: "Grandpa Zhou, next month, let's continue?"

Old Zhou snorted coldly without smiling, peeked at the little girl's chest and said, "Come on, the old man is afraid that you will be stoned to death." ”

Er Nizi said with a smile: "Grandpa Zhou, I work hard, it's a big deal to pick up two more jars of water for your house every day in the future?"

Old Zhou waved his hand: "Old man, what am I doing with so much water, you want me to urinate on the kang at night?"

Seeing that Er Nizi was still going to speak, Lao Zhoutou took out five more copper coins from his sleeve, stuffed them into Er Nizi's hand, and said in a different tone: "The old man's son, tomorrow I will pick up my old man to Lung Water City to retire, I'm afraid I won't come back in the future." ”

When Er Nizi heard this, her face was stunned and said, "Didn't you say next year?" Then he looked at the five extra copper plates in his hand, and then smiled again: "Then you are going to enjoy Qingfu." ”

Old Zhou Touer smiled and nodded, and then said something to Er Nizi, the little girl left with a smile on her face, and looking at Xiao Nizi's back, Old Zhou Touer somehow sighed again, thinking about the current world, looking at the lonely back, subconsciously, took another sip of wine.

A small ruined temple dedicated to the Buddha, I don't know what years and months have been deserted, there is no incense in the world, the wild grass behind the outer wall, growing luxuriantly, but not covered by the low wall, but scattered on both sides, there is a path in the middle, obviously carefully cared for.

As for the temple, on the broken tile roof, where the rain and wind leak, a few wooden planks have already been erected, and they have been pasted with mud, although they are full of devastation, but in the courtyard, it is diametrically opposed to neat and clean, as for the house, a big Buddha with a missing head, sitting in the middle, and next to the ground of the Buddha statue, there is a simple small bed, and there is a young man lying on it, his face is unusually pale, and the corners of his mouth are oozing blood from time to time.

Through the papier-mâché window, he knew that it was already dawn, but the young man had not yet had the consciousness of getting out of bed, so he just blinked his eyes, staring directly at the headless Buddha body for a while, and then the corners of his mouth opened and said: "You have no head, but I have an extra sword." ”

The quiet after that was abnormal, which made the young man a little stupid, but when he thought of it again, the surging tide of the sword rolling on the dragon wall, the young man's smile that had already been restrained bloomed again: "Really, what a sword!" (To be continued......)