Beyond the Divine States Chapter 155: : The mystery of the spirit of the sword and the bones

Over the four great peaks, the wind suddenly came.

The images of the disciples on the peak are dumped wheat fields, supporting each other in a staggering stagger, and the Tiankufeng peak in the strong wind is more like an instrument, playing a chilling and sad funeral. The tearing whistle caused countless people to close their ears.

"Those who live below the long life, all avoid the inner peak!" someone shouted loudly, forming a barrier with sword energy to protect everyone from fleeing.

"The disciples all retreat, and the elders above the longevity will stick to the big formation with me!"

"..."

In the violent world, even the roar of the monk Huang Zhongdalu is often suppressed by the sound of the wind.

In the sky, the two giant swords collided like dragons. After they collided, they became more like fighting giant pythons, entwining each other, hanging each other alive and swallowing them in a coitus-like posture.

Where the two collided, the strong sword aura was like a sea of ​​thunder pond clouds, rolling endlessly.

The sun was shielded from the thick clouds, the sky and the earth were faint, the gale was endlessly searching the four peaks, the snow cherry blossoms were all lifted down, the trees were blown away from their clothes, and the branches were lonely and bald.

The huge swords that shook the sky and the earth collided, and finally ended with the defeat of the Zitian Daomen.

Before entering the peak, they have repeatedly estimated the realm of the Four Peaks Peak Master, and even added a floor to the original basis of each person. According to calculations, the Daomen sword can be used to stabilize the sword. Yes, but when the sword is approaching, the strength of the Heavenly Sect's Sword is still beyond their estimation.

In the sky, the mysterious purple and blue frost of the Daomen was swallowed by the ancient sword. This scene is like a hurricane full of sand blowing through a village and town, covering everything with the color of yellow sand .

The strength of the confrontation has exceeded the limit.

The Dao sword burst, and the Heavenly Sect’s mountain guard sword moved forward at a faster speed. Even if Shiwu and Shisiyi avoided the center of the sword intent, they still couldn’t escape completely and were hit by the sword like a dragon boat. Then, cut to the outside of the peach curtain.

But the boy in black and Thirteen Yuchen succeeded in breaking through the mountain protection formation together.

Only when the big formation was broken, the four immortal swords that had retreated the strongest man in the Taoist school flew back in the air, stabbing them with four awe-inspiring swords.

"Master..." Ning Xiaoling ran to Lu Jiajia, supported her, and said with concern: "What happened to Master?"

Lu Jiamarried wiped the blood from her lips with the sword, she shook her head and said: "It's okay, where is your brother?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "Brother...Brother has not returned yet."

Lu Jia married Yinya clenched, and said: "You go back to the inner peak first, it is too dangerous here."

Ning Xiaoling shook her head and said stubbornly: "I want to pass the fairyland now, I want to help you!"

Lu Jia married and said: "Although they were injured, the protection of the mountain is broken. If the other two Taoists arrive, I can't protect you."

Ning Xiaoling held the sword and tampered with her fist: "I, I will protect myself!"

Lu Jiajia sighed lightly, reached out and wiped her dirty cheeks.

Ning Xiaoling's expression changed suddenly, as if she had remembered something, she grabbed Master's hand and said: "Master, I...I will return to the summit first, you must be careful."

"Hmm..." Lu Jiajia felt a little strange, but did not ask. She is willing to go back, so she can always feel more at ease.

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The peach curtain is like two separate pieces of sea water.

The boy in black and Thirteen Yuchen were also temporarily forced to withdraw.

After a long time, the Dao Sword of Ten Nothing flew back again, and the master who stepped on the sword body was injured by the great sword protecting the mountain, half of his body was blood, and his sleeves were cracked into hundreds of long ribbons. But his eyes were firm, and he still didn't mean to retreat.

Now it takes time for Tianzong to repair the mountain guarding formation. Without the formation, they can only use humans as a barrier to block the Daomen's subsequent attack.

Jing Yang Xia stepped on the Bixiao sword, he looked at Shiwu who was seriously injured, and said: "You are still obsessed with understanding, do you have to die?"

Shiwu said: "No matter how many injuries, you can't kill me, you can't beat me."

Jing Yang Xia coldly said: "My sect still has the foundation, only you, at best, it will be the end of both losses."

Ten Wudao: "I said, all I want is the Heavenly Soul Lamp, and the Heavenly Soul Lamp will return to its original owner, so today's things will not happen!"

"I have never heard of a heavenly soul lamp!" Jing Yangxia said.

Ten Wudao: "The Heavenly Soul Lamp is hidden under the Heavenly Cave Peak! Feng Master Lu should know this matter best."

Lu Jia married the Hengming Lanjian before, coldly said: "What kind of cultivation should be able to steal something from your hands? Do you think such a person will hide in the peak of the sky cave?" /

Shiwu looked at her horizontal sword posture with a slightly different expression, and said: "That's it... I didn't understand why we would lose. It turns out that I underestimated you too much."

Lu Jiama is indifferent.

Ten Wudao: "Fengfeng Lu is deeply hidden, and he has not shown his sharp edge until today. It seems that the plot is not small."

Lu Jia married: "What do you do?"

Shiwu raised his hand, and the broken sleeves reunited like broken clouds. He said: "Today I have regarded the fame and orthodox as nothing, the heavenly soul lamp, the Taoist door is bound to win. For this reason , I can do my best at all."

His words are sonorous and decisive, but Lu Jiajia still has no intention of giving in, and the fairy sword in her hand also screams as she pleases, as clear as a rock.

But the ten-no words still shake some people's hearts.

"Is the Heavenly Soul Lamp really not at Tianku Peak?"

"Fenglord Lu, you and your disciple are both hidden so deeply, in this...is there something else hidden?"

"The two battles, but the terrible disaster of the mountains and rivers, if the sky soul lamp is really on the peak of the sky cave, why not take it out?"

"..."

After the protection of the mountain array was broken, many people lost their sense of security. The high gods would one day face the unwarranted disaster of life and death. This sense of gap is most prone to complaints and doubts.

Even Peak Master Huiyang looked at Lu Jiajia and whispered: "Fenglor Lu, we all believe in you, but there are also many elders in Tianku Peak who are in retreat. It is said that two months ago , There was another civil turmoil in your Hidden Peak. They wanted to assassinate you. The culprit in this matter is said to be missing so far. Could it be related to the Heavenly Soul Lantern?

Lu Jiajia's clear eyes condensed slightly, her soft crooked eyebrows tightened like a sword. And the dragon-wrapping pillar and the boundless gray-black fog appeared unconsciously in her mind. She vaguely felt that there was really a huge secret hidden below.

But the Dao Sect has deceived people so far, how can you let others search for the peak?

"The bottom of the valley is the forbidden area of ​​the Tianku Peak. No one is allowed to set foot on this matter. I am willing to investigate this matter personally. If the sky soul lamp is really stolen by the people of my peak, it will naturally be fair, but today you have Destroyed my mountain gate formation and forced me to protect the mountain with the sword. Now I am lost, and under the guise of stealing, I want to invade my peak. When will the sword Tianzong allow outsiders to do whatever they want!"

Lu Jia marries and rises with the sword, and is equal to the ten Wuwu, dressed in snow clothes and standing in the air, not giving way.

She knows better than the others that even if the Heavenly Soul Lamp is really at Tianku Peak, she must not return it to them. That soul lamp must be the key to Nine Infant’s resurrection. I don't know what kind of revenge I will receive!

"Lu Jianxian is indeed outstanding, but you have stolen my Taoist treasure, and you have to let the entire Yujian Tianzong cover for you? This is what the famous sect does?" Shiwu sneered: "What's more, according to my opinion Come on, you have just stepped into the purple court now, where can you go no matter how strong your sword spirit is?"

The guardian peak master Jing Yangxia actually knew something about the rumors of the Heavenly Soul Lantern. Now a series of things have happened. When he saw the black-clothed boy again, he also guessed many key points. Originally, he still had a heart shaken. Also toughened up.

Even if the Heavenly Soul Lamp was really stolen by our sect, it was just to keep the evil spirits from appearing in the world.

At this point, the thoughts are well understood, and Bi Xiao's sword comes out, and it hangs beside Lu Jiajia, showing his attitude.

Shi Wu’s blood flowed back into his body, and his clothes gradually became clean.

"Since this is the case, there is nothing to talk about." Shiwu's voice was like a sinking cloud, and it spread out.

Lu Jiajia's sight crossed Shiwu, and looked at Shisiyi, and said: "It was you who went to war with me that day. Today is the summit, but in order to practice this book?"

Shi Wu looked at Lu's marriage and frowned. He thought this woman was a little crazy.

Now the two sects are evenly matched, and the Yujian Tianzong is even slightly better. Lu Jiajia and the Four Peaks Peak Master have a sword, which can be invincible, but he really wants to compare the sword with the fourteen clothes. There is only one death in the end. .

Shi Yi looked at this beautiful female sword fairy, and the corners of her dignified mouth raised slightly, saying: "Feng Master Lu is so young, both swordsmanship and appearance are outstanding in Nanzhou. Today If I die by my hand, the beauty and jade will be broken, even I feel sorry."

Jing Yangxia also said: "Don't be impulsive, the book of war is their unrighteous act, you must never respond, focus on the overall situation."

Lu Jiajia has her own cares in her heart. The strength of her sword is far beyond her expectation. At the moment, she is alone, and she is not afraid of anyone. The only hidden worry is that she is afraid of breaking through the battle. When the time comes, the Heart Demon Tribulation and the Sky Thunder Tribulation will be at the same time, and she will be distracted to overcome the Tribulation.

Now she is only a thin line from Zi Ting.

In the end, Lu Jia married still had no impulse.

The two sides have slowly drawn out their weapons in the confrontation.

The sword cloud in the sky did not disperse for a long time, and the sword star above the sky cave peak was looming in the clouds.

Most of the people on the Four Peaks have been evacuated, and the scattered figures seem very lonely.

Shiwu looked at the four peak masters, and he also didn't expect things to come to this point today.

It's just that as the master of the Zitian Dao Sect, he came here personally. If the Four Peaks without the Sect Master can't even be the enemy, how will the Dao Sect gain a foothold in Nanzhou after Hanchi returns?

So today, he wants to regain the Heavenly Soul Lantern no matter what. After Jiuying is cast, they will not be afraid whether or not the Sect Master who travels around the world will return.

"There is no one in the four peaks, so you want a woman in her early twenties to take the lead." Shi Wu remembered the glory of Tianzong's past, and smiled faintly.

He pushed out the Dao Sword in his hand and pointed directly at Lu Jiajia.

It's just that Dao Sword can't reach an inch, and his smile is condensed on his face.

In the Tianku Peak, a strong sword qi suddenly rose from the ground, and the clouds above were affected by the sword qi, and it spread out from the center to the outside, exposing a courtyard-like circle.

In the Tianku Peak, countless caves suddenly huddled together, and a large swath of white sword energy resembled a waterfall rushing out of the rocks, swallowing the sound of wind passing through the cave.

Those waterfalls flowed upstream and merged into a sky-high tornado, and the entire Tiankufeng peak was left with the vast sword energy like white water.

Shi Wu frowned, Dao Sword pushed out, but was blocked by the upside down waterfall of swords, it was difficult to advance.

"Who?" Behind him, Fourteen Yi shouted likewise, and when the Dao Sword was about to be unsheathed, an invisible hand pressed against him.

When the Dao Sword was three inches out of its sheath, one hand was pressed on the hilt, and then the Dao Sword solidified, and the sword body was pushed back inch by inch. After three breaths, the sword energy was pushed back into the sheath, and then Gu The sheath of the sword exploded, and the sawdust flew like fragments, causing the 14 garments to retreat by tens of meters, and the body slammed into the peach curtain.

In the distance, the black-clothed boy and Thirteen Yuchen looked at each other, their expressions were shocked and unspeakable.

Why does Yujian Tianzong have such a master?

Even if it’s the suzerain’s relatives, it’s nothing more than that?

The sword qi that went upstream was retracted into the sheath, and the white water-like waterfall dissipated, revealing the figure of an old man hanging in the air.

The old man wore an ancient yellow robe, the cuffs were embroidered with navy blue wheat ears, and his white hair and eyebrows were extremely long, and the heavy twilight on his body seemed to be washed away, and only enough to override everything was left. The sword intent.

"Yan Zhou..." Jing Yangxia was surprised.

Yan Zhou once took a **** oath to be imprisoned in the book pavilion, this matter is not a secret, why he can leave the customs safely today, and... he doesn’t have a sword in his hand at all, so this sword spirit and sword intent are from Who will come.

Yan Zhou lowered his head, glanced at his imaginary palm, and smiled sadly. His original sword was the ordinary saber of Tiankufeng, which could not withstand the erosion of the sword intent of the Tianyu Sword Scripture, and was melted dry. Two nets.

Although this sword is a common product, it has been worn by him for many years.

In the past, there was a saying that someone in the peak went back with the sword.

Now the sword is gone, and people are not far away.

He has only one chance to make the last sword.

"Who to kill?" Yan Zhou asked.

He clearly doesn't have a sword in his hand, but his sword aura is like a siege crossbow hidden in the clouds, firmly locking everyone on.

The sword in the lower scroll of the Heavenly Sword Sword Sutra will be killed when it comes out.

The Four Peaks Peak Master was shocked, and everyone turned their eyes to this uncle who was the same generation as the Sect Master.

Who to kill? Who is he asking?

At this time, everyone noticed that a young man in white had walked out of Tianku Peak.

Yan Zhou looked at him with his eyes, he was asking the boy's opinion.

Ning Changjiu has seen everyone. He is like a real Yama. Just saying a person's name can drive him into the deepest part of the underworld.

"That." Ning Changjiu pointed to Shisiyi.

The knuckles of Lu Jiajia holding the hilt of the sword became whiter, her expression trembled slightly, and she stopped talking.

Yan Zhou said: "Are you sure? That young man seems to be the most evil?"

Ning Changjiu knew that killing the boy in black was the best choice, because that would directly prevent the birth of Jiuying. Without consciousness, even if it was put together completely, it would be just a lunatic, and could not be used by the Dao Sect at all.

Ning Changjiu sighed: "He is the demon spirit of Jiuying. You must cut him eight times in a row."

Yan Zhou nodded. He has only one chance now.

But even if you don't kill the boy in black, this sword should fall on the Taoist master Shiwu.

Lu Jiama was the first to understand that he didn't want to be arrogant, but... but he was clearly his master, and that was clearly his own battle book. There is no disciple who is worried about Master everything, this is obviously a little girl... If you say that you respect the teacher and respect the way, it is obviously that there is no distinction between inferiority and inferiority!

The rest of the people also gradually understood. They noticed that Lu Jiajia was no longer cold and cold. In the eyes that Shuang Ning looked at for a long time, all the emotions seemed to look at flowers through the fog.

Did they...

Not waiting for them to think about it, Yan Zhou's has raised his hand, and he holds an invisible sword. The sword does not have a bit of aura, and the killing intent is as thin as if there is no slender silk. .

Although the masters of the Zitian Dao Sect had seen the opponent's incomparable moves, they originally thought that this was more likely to be a bluff. If Yu Jian Tianzong really had such a master, why did they only make a move now?

And this old man seems to be running out of oil, and can only make a sword.

One sword... They determined that this old man is not in the Five Ways, and Shiwu and Fourteen Clothes are all major practitioners of the eight-story building in the Purple Court. Under the Five Ways, who can kill them with one sword?

The Fourteen Clothes originally thought so.

But the moment the yellow-robed old man named Yan Zhou raised his hand, there was a strange feeling in his heart-his heart, throat, and other deadly parts, as if they were connected by a thread called death Live it, it's the most flexible spider silk in the world, it can't break away, and it cuts continuously.

Shisiyi still didn't believe that he would die. When he was 30 years old, he mastered the sixty-four methods of the Taoist School. He also gnawed through the nine most difficult and difficult scriptures in the gate, and from it he realized Sanmen Dongtian. There is even a secret method of suspended animation and reincarnation among them.

A moment ago, he saw the sword of the Heavenly Sect collided with the sword of the Dao Sect with his own eyes, and he added feelings in his heart, and the swordsmanship went further. At this moment, the blade of the unsheathed sword in his hand was exposed, as if it could split everything.

His realm and power are also at the peak of this life.

All eyes meet here.

Yan Zhou throws his sword.

Thousands of phantoms of Dharma around Shiyiyi also arched up, among them there are layers of purple towers to the sky, there is a Taoist master sitting alone on the lotus platform, hands pinching the magical method, the fingers of the human world, there are The Dao Sword travels through the void, sometimes as big as a boat, sometimes as slight as mustard, with thousands of stars in the sleeves turning over, rising for happiness and falling for extinction.

And Shiwu won't let him face this sword alone, he also showed his unfamiliar knowledge, phantom-like Taoism like a purple Tianlong body as a shield, protected in front of the fourteen clothes. The black-clothed boy who was the Nine Infant Demon Spirit also stretched his arms, spread his hands, and twisted the space where the sword of Yan Zhou traveled, trying to shift its position.

When everyone was facing the enemy, Yan Zhou quietly turned around after throwing his sword.

He walked down from the cloud, and the cloud gas condensed into a lotus under his feet, as if he was the real Taoist person.

And his vitality fades after one step, just like a lotus on the bottom of a plant.

"Little friend..." Yan Zhou came to Ning Changjiu's face and sighed: "If you see Hanchi in the future, tell him, let him come back earlier, the old man is worthy of Tianzong."

Ning Changjiu hummed.

In the sky, different cracks rushed to sound, among which there were roars, wailings, cracks, and muffled sounds...

A deep purple sword light penetrated everything like a glow.

In the deep purple, white light surged and cracked, like a demon bursting out of its shell.

The light in the sky is so bright, like the grandest fireworks in the imperial city.

The flames made Yan Zhou's face even more gray-like dead ashes.

When the light extinguished, a mysterious purple robe in the sky looked like a big bird with folded wings, falling from a high altitude to the bottom of the valley, and it was no longer visible in the blink of an eye.

Shisiyi even took the Taoism he had learned all his life, and fell to the bottom of the peak together.

Shi Wu looked at the sword that shattered the thousands of ways and killed the fourteen clothes in shock. The flame in his chest could no longer be suppressed, and it turned into a roar of extreme grief and anger.

The boy in black was even more shocked than everyone else. He couldn't imagine that that sword actually ignored the law of his own space...

Only Thirteen Yuchen calmed down quickly. She saw the whole process of Shiyiyi’s death clearly, and no longer had any other thoughts in her heart. She glanced at the white-clothed boy as if she was in Look at the real ghost. She knew that the biggest cause of Shisi Yi's death was the letter of war.

"Go!" Thirteen Yuchen screamed. In the coming days, there must be no more accidents today.

Shiwu raised his eyes and watched Yan Zhou's vitality dissipate a little bit. He also understood that even at this moment they had lost a masterpiece, but the balance of power had been out of balance.

Jing Yangxia should have gone with the others to hunt down Shiwu, trying to keep them behind.

But their eyes were drawn to something more terrifying.

After Yan Zhou died, his body cracked, and the image of a white-gray person was like a cocoon. He tore the spine of his back and crawled out a little bit.

It was a translucent white-gray shadow, only half a person tall, very slender and petite, like a doll.

Its body is wrapped in hair, and its gender is not clear, and its lower body has no legs. Instead, it has a mermaid tail. The tail hangs in the air. At the bottom of the tail, there are many gray lines lingering. Those lines At the end, there was an ancient scroll that was almost phantom-like, and those gray threads were firmly nailed to the name of the ancient scroll like iron nails.

The name of the volume is not known in what era, it is complicated and obscure.

"Tianyu Sword Sutra!" Jing Yangxia exclaimed. He had never thought that today he could see the sword sutra that had been lost for many years.

Ning Changjiu looked at the other party's face. It was a neutral face, with a feminine brow, but the cheek line had the toughness unique to men.

"Why can't you leave by yourself?" Ning Changjiu asked.

The spirit of the sword scripture looked at him like an idiot, and said: "Can you walk on your own?"

Ning Changjiu picked up himself, then flew back.

"Where are you going! Don't you want to go back!" Seeing his some funny movements, the spirit of Jianjing was stunned, and his reaction was slow for a while. It stretched out his hand and couldn't directly catch Ning Changjiu.

It calmed down quickly...the distance was still enough, and its palm passed through the long hair, sending out a special sword intent, trying to hook his body and occupy it. But it suddenly discovered that there was no room for it to contain in this young man's body... It obviously saw him finish those sword moves with his own eyes. What was going on?

Ning Changjiu winked at Lu Marriage.

Lu Jiama knows how to marry, and several sword auras fall like a shield, surrounding the spirit of the sword scripture.

"You are going to cross the river and demolish the bridge..." The sword script held his head, fingers stuck in the hair, and said: "Believe it or not, I killed you..."

Ning Changjiu retreated to a safe distance, adding fuel to the fire and comforting him: "You calm down."

The spirit of the sword scripture was blocked by his calm tone. It regretted it. It shouldn't believe his words. Sure enough, all human beings are untrustworthy...

It said angrily: "This is your woman, believe it or not, I will take another sword and kill her immediately! You should know that all my swords are mortal!"

Lu Jia Jiaxiu frowned, a little unhappy.

Ning Changjiu knows that the spirit of the sword scripture is not strong, and a large part of its sword production depends on the realm of the parasite.

"Brother brother, brother!" Behind him, Ning Xiaoling's voice came.

Ning Changjiu turned around and asked, "Did you bring it?"

Ning Xiaoling held a stone container like an urn in her arms and nodded vigorously.

The spirit of Jianjing's face changed: "You...what are you going to do! You promised me! I helped you kill people, how can you do this?! You despicable villain!"

This is the thing that originally sealed the sword scripture. Yan Zhou took it back to capture the spirit of the sword scripture, but he could not find it for decades, so the original container was left unused in the corner. Even a layer of dust accumulated.

Ning Changjiu has already figured it out. Since inter-mindedness cannot be avoided, he should make good use of it.

He used their intentional connection to convey several pictures. The clever and dexterous Ning Xiaoling understood the meaning of the brother, silently returned to the peak, and then took this from the book Pavilion.

Ning Changjiu asked: "Have you remembered those sword tricks?"

Ning Xiaoling nodded: "Remember it firmly."

Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "Then remember to teach the teacher then."

Ning Xiaoling also laughed: "Yeah! I'm brother's little piggy bank."

He conveyed part of the memory of sword moves to Ning Xiaoling, and then erased it by himself, so as not to give the spirit of the sword script a chance to occupy the space.

"Shameless..." The spirit of the sword script couldn't understand how Ning Changjiu did it. It's beyond its cognition to connect with one another. It just scratched its long hair frantically, and said angrily: "I One day... I will cut off your head! Then cut you into eighty-one pieces... Let you never live longer!"

Ning Chang ignored it for a long time, instead looking into the air.

Shiwu and others have already retired.

And Jing Yangxia and other peak masters of the Four Peaks won't let them retreat.

As the next war was about to break out, the black-clothed boy suddenly hugged his head with an expression of pain: "He...they...Zhang Qianyu, he...Ah!!!"

Shiwu turned his head, and immediately realized that there was something wrong with Liantian Town...!

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An hour ago.

In the forbidden area where the Zitian Taoist gate was most closely monitored, a beam of light pushed in as the gate opened.

The light was quickly covered by another shadow.

"Jiuying......"

Zhang Qianyu walked in slowly through the door. With every step he took, his oldness became more obvious. When he walked under the huge skeleton of the nine infants, he was already about to lose his waist.

His skinny fingers touched Jiuying’s white bones. On each of its bones, there are countless small cracks, and those are all traces of splicing—I don’t know how much manpower and time it took for the Zitian Taoist gate. Piece together this **** from three thousand years ago.

The eight huge heads are like a pair of spread wings, and the hollow eye sockets above the skull stare silently at the tiny old man under his body.

It has obviously lost its life, but it still carries the majesty and hideousness unique to the gods.

They are not true gods. In that era, there were many existences above them, but any one of that era can be well-deservedly canonized as a **** today.

Twelve Autumn looked at Zhang Qianyu quietly, feeling his true grief and sadness, and patiently waited for his back to straighten up again.

"Sir, is it all right?" Twelve Autumn asked.

Zhang Qianyu glanced at the most central, chopped-off neck bone traces for the last time, and nodded his head. Then, he took out a piece of paper and began to paint. He spent dozens of drawing papers. The bones of Jiuying were drawn into the painting in a slender manner.

This great painting didn't take him too much time. He rolled up the painting and said, "Let's go."

Twelve Autumn took the old man to leave the forbidden area of ​​the door, and escorted him to the lotus field.

"Sir, it is said that your physical body died early. You have been preparing for so many years and running so many things just for your friends?" When Twelve Autumn sent him to Liantian Town, he asked the doubts in his heart. He used to Don't believe that gods have feelings.

Zhang Qianyu recalled the past...He was the only one of the three who survived, but there was no bones left, and he has survived to this day, relying only on the gift of the ancient Mingjun at that time.

"It has been my long-cherished wish for three thousand years to see two old friends again." Zhang Qianyu sighed.

Twelve Autumn asked again: "I don't know your other old friend..."

It is about the snake that swallowed the idol back then. He also learned from the old population that the real name of the snake was "Xiu."

Zhang Qianyu said: "The bones of the snake repairer are hidden in the Tianzong Yujian. When the Jiuying resurrects, I will pick it up... This is what you promised me at the beginning."

Twelve Qiu nodded and said: "After today, Tianzong Yujian will become a vassal of the Dao Sect. The bones of the old friend of the husband, even if they dig the ground three feet, will help you find out."

Zhang Qianyu nodded gently.

He didn't go directly to the lotus pond, but went to his study first.

The twelfth autumn is waiting outside the door.

The old man walked into the house and took out a hanging painting from the wall. It was a painting of a **** snake in a lotus pond, lifelike.

His fingers lightly rubbed the already dry Danqing, as if counting its scales seriously, a strange smile appeared on his face suddenly, his thin throat throbbed like dead skin, and said: " It’s been so many years...hungry, right?"

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