The seven-colored light mask that was shattered again, as soon as Xu Lin's words fell, the thunder in the sky suddenly smashed down overwhelmingly, and even with the Xuande Ancestor in the distance, his face was pale and trembled slightly, and he looked at the sky above his head in disbelief.

"It's coming!" The demon lord's words were very light, but they fell on the ears of Xuande Ancestor, like thunder.

As for the old man in white on the other side, he rubbed the wine gourd in his hand, inhaled a few sips of the faint aroma of wine, and then stood awe-inspiring.

That year, he fell in love with drinking, because he met a pot of incense, and then put down the sword in his hand, but fate really likes to joke, since he picked up a pot of incense, the person he loved died! The sect he loved was gone! But the person he hated and loved still existed.

It's because of it, a fate that likes to play tricks on people, it is the cause, but it is also the result, watching the ups and downs of the world over and over again, never speaking, but like to fiddle.

Fate is formless and insubstantial, so fate has no color and substance, but many people know that it exists, just like now!

The thunder was still falling, purple, white, cyan, huge pillars of light reflecting each other, one by one smashed out of the cloud vortex, smashed on the golden dragon that took off again, smashed on the petals of the dark lotus, those two people, but still active in the wrath of God.

Thousands of miles away, a man with white hair hanging to the ground, looking to the east, there is the starting point of the world's luck, the Central Plains, the ancestral dragon of the dragon vein, and at this moment, the man's distant view is not the towering mountain peak in the clouds, nor the Xu Lin who can arouse his interest, but his old friend, because he is ascending to the sky!

The demon lord narrowed his eyes, at first, he was a little puzzled, as for now, as if he suddenly understood something, so he wanted to laugh, not laughing at the old man's stupidity, but at the sword at the old man's waist.

Looking back, in the center of the stone hall, a bronze tripod is slowly rotating, and on top of this tripod, there is a woman sitting alive, jade white skin, shining with crystal luster, but there is no breath of the world, but there is a tripod, so it is continuously transported to the woman's body, in order to make her human.

A blood gourd is placed upside down at the bottom of the Ding furnace, and the gourd comes out from time to time, and the voices of people are boiling, not like the noise and noise of the market, there is the cry and pain of the devil crying, but whether it is ghost language or human words, what is contained here is the story of this world.

The demon lord looked into the distance, no longer turned around to care about the woman, only looked at his old friend, step by step solidly, and touched the sword in his hand from time to time, from that moment on, in the eyes of the demon lord, there was no longer the bad old man who laughed in the world, but his friend.

From childhood, to youth, to middle age, two people with opposite fates, inseparable bonds, but at this moment, there is nothing to do with each other.

He, although he has changed back to that Huo Tianhua again, the star of hope of the Sword Washing Pavilion back then, and the real person of Xuanyu after Kunlun, the demon lord knows that he is no longer him.

The golden dragon is flying, soaring in the sky, but there can be no freedom, because God does not want to, the thunder chains like whips, tightly bound to the whole body of the golden dragon, although Xu Lin is fighting, Mingru is also fighting, but the sky is the sky, until his arrival.

Draw your sword!

Swing in the air!

Slash!

It is the cause and effect of a qiē, in this sword, the thunder broke and dissipated, and with the smell of wine in the old man's body, but he shouted: "Respect you?"

The aroma of wine in the sky was like mist in the air where the thunder dissipated, but it infected the entire sky.

Xu Lin was stunned, Mingru frowned, and those people on the top of Kunlun Mountain were also stunned, including Xuande Ancestor and the Demon Lord.

The old man in white saw Xu Lin, his eyes were opposite, with a sharp perspective on people's hearts, and he was no longer the bad old man Xu Lin met back then, but an outstanding demeanor like an immortal in the world.

But the cloud vortex that rolls up and down is still there, and the clouds in the electric snake swimming, flashing from time to time with various colors of rapid light movies, seem to be announcing its dissatisfaction, but who cares?

Looking from afar, it is the northwest direction, in the distant grassland desert, on the top of the mountain where the wind is howling, in the figure of the cave on that side, in the depths of the old man's eyes, suddenly a person with white hair falling to the ground, as if he met for the first time that year.

The old man smiled, and the demon lord who was far away in the northwest also smiled, so the old man looked up again, and what he saw was the world under him.

The cloud vortex swirled, accompanied by a cold wind like a knife, whistling and rolling away, thunder and lightning from time to time, but it refused to fall, as if hesitating, as if it was a temptation, or was it a demonstration?

But the old man was still light, looking at the sky above his head, at it hidden in the depths of the cloud vortex.

Xu Lin stood beside Mingru, and a mini golden dragon wandered nearby, shaking his head and tail to support Xu Lin and Mingru, but the eyes of the two of them were always paying attention to the sudden old man in white.

Xu Lin knew him, and he knew that he had seen it, and he knew that this was a very high senior, but no one knew how high it was.

He can make the old man Xuande deign to come forward and salute, shout senior, he can make the demon lord let go of the domineering of the lord of one party, he can see Kunlun Mountain, which includes the top cultivators in the world, there are things like nothing, and today, he came to the sky, standing at a distance from Xu Lin, looking at that day, it seems that he is looking at an extremely familiar old friend.

Xu Lin didn't understand, Mingru couldn't understand it, those cultivators on the top of Kunlun Mountain were even more plausible, only Xuande Ancestor understood, and the demon lord also knew, and the one far away in the northwest, at this time, there was one more old man wearing a golden crown and a dying old man with the air of an emperor.

"I'm from the Sword Washing Pavilion!" The old man in white said lightly, but he was hit by the roar of the wind and thunder, the wind and clouds of the day were rolling, and in the depths of the clouds that were stacked layer by layer, there was a halo of light, and a golden and red thunder had been achieved, and in the sky, it was the old man in white in front of him.

"In Xia Huo Tianhua, the contemporary master of the Sword Washing Pavilion!" The old man's voice was flat, as if he was talking to someone.

Hearing this, Xu Lin was stunned all the time, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and he couldn't help but show a wry smile again.

"Can this catastrophe still be crossed?"

The voice was very small, especially against the backdrop of the thunder in the sky, but the old man in white who claimed to be Huo Tianhua heard it, so he turned his head and replied with a smile: "I want to cross!"

Xu Lin swallowed bitterly, but Mingru was indifferent, and Huo Tianhua turned his head again and said, "Since that year, I have forgotten a lot of things. ”

The old man raised the empty wine gourd in his hand, on which were written three crooked characters and a pot of incense.

"This year, I've been reminded of a lot of things. The old man's right hand patted the three-foot Qingfeng inserted in his waist.

God was angry, and the huge thunder became thicker and thicker, accumulating in the depths of the cloud vortex, as if the next moment, it would suddenly fall on the old man's head, but this thunder was not moving.

"I remembered the master's words on his deathbed. The old man looked at the heavens, and then said, "The master said, if you don't want to, then drink the bar." ”

The old man in white smiled: "So I started drinking, forgetting, and wandering in the world." ”

The thunder in the sky rumbled continuously, but it was difficult to hide the old man's voice, in the sky and the world, all he listened to, all his words.

"The master said that there is yin and yang in heaven and earth, and there is a cycle of yin and yang, and the ups and downs of the general trend are the same as this cycle, sluggish, high-profile, disappearing, reappearing, never to be seen again, coming again, flowers and trees, people are old and sick and dying, but it is no longer the world, which is different from what I have seen before. ”

The group of cultivators were in a fog, Xu Lin frowned and pondered, his face was as clear as wood, and he still had no expression, but the Xuande Ancestor and the Demon Lord, as well as the two in the northwest, were also looking at the object of the old man's speech, as if he was understanding something.

"People cultivate the Tao and seek immortality, but can there be immortality?" The old man looked up, Xu Lin turned his head, but he was shouting in his heart: "You have lived for thousands of years, and you are not immortal?"

"Because you don't want to!" As soon as these words came out, the old man in white no longer had a breeze, and his momentum opened up: "A sect has ups and downs, just like the status of a dynasty in the world, the tide rises and falls, and it can never exist forever in the world, because you don't want to!"

Hearing this, in a sudden, Xu Lin seemed to think of something, it was the time he saw the demon lord, and he once said to himself, as if he was alive this day.

"So with Ouyang Zhengmao, he is the king of chess that you play with the monks of the world, back then, the demon lord ruined a world, you won, but there is still me, the Sword Pavilion is not over yet!" (To be continued......)