I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 190 The one who killed your Wang family nobles is me, Chen Zhian!
As autumn deepens, the sunset in the sky is as colorful as spilled paint.

Chen Shuijun stood by the pond in the courtyard, looking down at several goldfish swimming and playing in the water.

A carp that looked out of place was swimming lazily. Compared with those bright goldfish, it looked even more ordinary.

But Chen Shuijun glanced at the carp from time to time, with a questioning look in his eyes.

The autumn water is like a mirror, the sunset in the sky, and the weeping willows on the shore.

The autumn wind is steady, bringing a hint of coolness...

But Chen Shuijun knew that for him, these were the last few days of ordinary time.

The red beans in the Red Bean Courtyard are about to bloom, and countless greedy eyes in the world will fall on him.

Chen Shuijun was not afraid, but felt a little reluctant.

He raised his head and looked around the small courtyard.

In the yard, the Beiyin horse was lazily eating grass, occasionally emitting hot breath.

Bai Jian fell asleep on a rockery.

Yu Li Ke was wearing a wooden mask and had found a cookbook from somewhere, and was studying it intently.

Although he had only been in Xuantianjing for a short time, he still felt nostalgic for such days and this small courtyard.

Especially when Chen Zhian appeared at the door, walking towards him with a smile on his face.

Chen Shuijun became more and more fond of this kind of time.

The world is vast, and everything has its time of growth and decline. It is naturally great to be free and easy, but if you are bound by family ties, it is not a bad thing either.

It is because of this bond that Chen Zhian exists and that this unswerving adventure takes place.

As Chen Zhian walked into the yard, the smile on his face became even brighter.

He came to Chen Shuijun's side, suddenly chuckled, and stretched out his hand, and a black sword appeared in his hand.

Chen Shuijun's originally gentle eyes inevitably became stiff.

He frowned, took another close look at the Beilu sword, and suddenly a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

He flicked his sleeves.

Suddenly, mist rose in the courtyard, just like the misty forest in late autumn.

Chen Zhian clearly felt that when the mist rose, the blazing sword energy on the long sword suddenly became dim, and the spiritual energy in it seemed to be even sluggish.

Chen Zhian knew that it was Chen Shuijun who was hiding the spirit of the sword, so as to prevent Xie Wuliu from finding out anything from the divine power contained in the sword.

"Xie Wujiu has always been cautious, so how could he trust you so easily?" Chen Shuijun took the sword. As the sword entered his hand, the sword energy became dimmer, and the light on the sword was almost about to disappear.

Chen Zhian shook his head: "He doesn't believe in me, but in the precious demon seed he left behind, and even more so in himself."

"People with strong cultivation always look down on those with weaker cultivation, and this look of contempt often brings out contempt.

He felt that even though I was extremely gifted and had a good physique, once I was attacked by evil thoughts, I would not be able to escape the detection of the evil spirits. "

Chen Shuijun's long robe fluttered, but the doubt in his eyes did not disappear. He even took a closer look at Chen Zhian who was standing in front of him.

Don't say it's Xie Wujiu.

Even Chen Shuijun didn't know how his child had deceived that demon.

After a few breaths, Chen Shuijun nodded and said, "Indeed, this famous sword has been refined by Xie Wujiu for many years.

Even for an ordinary powerful person with good fortune, it would not be easy to snatch or refine the sword. At the very least, the sword would be destroyed and its spirit would disperse.

So Xie Wujiu is not worried at all."

"Even a cultivator of good fortune cannot easily control it?" Chen Zhian frowned: "Dad, you have to fight for it. I tried my best to trick the sword into your hands.

If you can't refine it, then it's all in vain, right?"

Chen Shuijun smiled and placed a finger on the sword. Suddenly, the sound of cicadas could be heard from the thick fog around him.

“Although I am not a monk of good fortune, I have already told you, and I have also told my friend the master of the temple... This sword is in harmony with my sword heart.”

As he spoke.

A fine ray of light appeared on the sword, shining leisurely.

Seeing Chen Shuijun's confidence, Chen Zhian finally felt relieved and urged Chen Shuijun: "Dad, the value of this famous sword is unimaginable. If such a sword is lost, even Xie Wujiu will probably go crazy.

You should not stay in Xuantianjing for the time being, go out of the city and find a safe place, refine the sword as soon as possible and come back."

"Then what will you do?" Chen Shuijun asked softly, "You lost the sword, and I'm not by your side, how are you going to deal with Xie Wujiu?"

Chen Zhian said confidently: "After this incident, I have seen that Xie Wujiu cares a lot about... the fruit on my mother's body, and he is even willing to kill other descendants of the family for it.

If I lose the Beilu Sword, the price Xie Wujiu has paid for the Dao Fruit will be extremely high. Before he is sure that he has the Dao Fruit, even if he has doubts in his heart, he will definitely not kill me, otherwise he will lose both the wife and the army. "

This is called a sunk cost.

Chen Zhian added in his mind.

"What about Wang Yan?" Chen Shuijun asked again.

Chen Zhian's expression was calm: "He will leave the city tomorrow. I will go with the people under Xie Wujiu's command."

Chen Shuijun's eyes fell on Beilu: "If you have this sword in your hand, you will definitely be able to achieve your wish."

He could clearly sense that even though Chen Zhian, who brought Beilu back to the courtyard, had a smile on his face, there was still anger and murderous intent deep in his eyes.

It is obvious that the Taibai Mountain Oath of Death is not just a means to deceive Beilu.

Chen Zhian shook his head and said, "The one who will go with me tomorrow should be the skinny middle-aged man under Xie Wujiu's command. He calls himself "Dragon Lord", but he has the Sky-Swallowing Tiger Qi Tianchong beside him.

There is no need to guess, we know that he is the great general of Western Penglai [Jiao Xiang Gong], this person's cultivation is extremely profound and unfathomable, and he is probably not much weaker than Xie Wujiu."

"He's going with me, and we're also going with two other Jade Que figures, the Lion Old Man and the Seven-tailed General, who are also at the Jade Que realm."

"If I bring the sword with me and give it to you after I have dealt with Wang Yan, it will definitely alert them."

Chen Shuijun: "Three Yuque, it's okay."

Chen Zhian turned his head and looked towards the Xuantian Palace: "The Taibai Mountain's manifesto aroused my anger and murderous intent, but it also attracted the attention of the Dali Temple, the Ministry of Justice, the Supervisory Office, and the Chu family of Nanhai.

When Wang Yan returns to Gulan Mansion this time, he will definitely be secretly monitored by people from the imperial court and the Chu family of Nanhai.

If you take action, as long as Jiao Xianggong has some means to save his life, things will become even more troublesome if these people come.

Instead of doing that, it would be better for you to take this Beilu to refine it first."

Chen Shuijun heard this, his eyes were calm, but he suddenly asked: "In fact, the best way is for me to pretend to attack the East Street Courtyard, causing some turmoil, and then take the sword and leave, thus avoiding many dangers.

The price is to let Wang Yan return to Gulan Mansion alive.

If you think about it carefully, those mountain people who died at the hands of the Gulan Wang family actually had nothing to do with you, so why would you take such a risk?"

Chen Zhian smiled and replied, "I have never seen how those mountain people died, and I don't know how miserable these poor mountain people were before they died.

Because I have never seen it, if you ask me how indignant or angry I am, I can’t really say.”

Chen Shuijun's hair fluttered: "Then why did you take the risk to stop Wang Yan?"

“Because the glass is in the middle, what Wang Yan said made me feel a little nauseous.” Chen Zhian replied casually: “Dad, if you think about it carefully, we are just ordinary people on Qihuang Street.

Compared with those mountain people, they are actually not much better off, and the same is true for the neighbors on Qihuang Street.

But according to Wang Yan, if I didn't have this level of cultivation and hadn't made a name for myself, perhaps one day... if a noble family like the Wang family of Gulan wanted to refine something that required the devouring of the flesh and blood of living beings, it might fall on my head.

Not only will they chop off my head and use my flesh and blood to feed their evil weapons, but I will also need to feel glorious before I die.

How can there be such a thing in this world?"

"That's why I had to chop off Wang Yan's head, to let him know that if you are killed, you won't feel that death is glorious."

Chen Zhian narrowed his eyes and turned back to his room, but his voice was still heard leisurely: "Dad, don't worry about this matter, find a place to refine this sword quickly."

He walked into the room and began to sit cross-legged in practice, preparing to kill someone tomorrow.

Chen Shuijun looked at the sword in his hand. This taciturn father finally smiled. That smile was quite bright and there was a sense of pride on his face.

A day and a night passed.

The next morning, Chen Zhian walked out of the room and saw no sign of Chen Shuijun.

But beside the pond, a sword was casually placed on the rockery.

The autumn wind blew by, and a fallen leaf flew over and landed on the sword.

call out!
A sword energy flew out from the sword and grasped the fallen leaf.

There was a hint of surprise in Chen Zhian's eyes, but he still picked up the Beilu sword.

There was a gleam of light on the sword.

A gentle breeze blew, and Chen Shuijun's voice rang in Chen Zhian's ears.

"In many matters, we must act with our true heart. The matter of borrowing the sword is both true and false. I know that your intention to kill Wang Yan is true. In this case, you should stick to the true part and then act with the false part."

"This sword has been in Xie Wujiu's hand for a long time and has never drunk the blood of the wicked. Zhi'an, you go ahead with the sword and use the blood of the wicked to sharpen the blade of the sword."

The voice was calm yet firm, and it brought a rare glow to Chen Zhian's eyes.

He stood there, stroking the sword, and felt that the sword's energy was still there, and the sword light was shining.

"That's good. This Beilu sword is originally a famous sword of the righteous path. It is appropriate to use this sword to kill the demon's head."

Chen Zhian put the sword on his waist and went to the Xie family's villa.

Xie Wujiu was nowhere to be seen in the courtyard. The middle-aged man who called himself Long Gong, the Lion Old Man, and General Nanabi were already waiting.

Duke Long was dressed in black, his face was still thin, and his eyes were quite calm.

The lion man was already very old, with a hunched back and half-closed eyes.

General Nanao looked to be no more than thirty years old. She was an extremely beautiful woman with long black hair tied up in a bun. The corners of her eyes were stained with a hint of bright red. She had a unique charm and her eyes seemed to be able to stir people's hearts.

Qi Tianchong is not here today.

Chen Zhian knew that his connection with the demon species was disturbed. Xie Wujiu was afraid that Chen Zhian would recognize Qi Tianchong at this juncture, so he deliberately did not let Qi Tianchong go with him.

Chen Zhian felt it was a bit of a pity.

"If Qi Tian rushes over, Dad can kill him when he attacks."

He thought so in his mind.

As the dragon man's wide black sleeves flicked past, a wave gathered around him.

In the Xie family's villa, there was another rockery that was glowing brightly, and the hazy light concealed the whereabouts of several people.

In a moment.

The waves in the void continued to condense and turned into a looming dragon.

Duke Long took the lead and stepped into the void, walking onto the back of the dragon.

The same is true for Shishisou and Nanao Shogun.

Chen Zhian stroked the Beilu long sword at his waist, and wisps of sword energy condensed around the long sword.

He sensed the murderous intent in the sword energy, and the murderous intent in his heart gradually grew stronger, and his eyes became colder.

He then stepped onto the dragon and even stood on the dragon's head, looking towards the direction of Gulan Mansion.

"Departure."

Chen Zhian spoke.

Lord Long snapped his fingers, and the illusory dragon suddenly took off, even obscuring everyone's traces.

The wind was blowing, and Chen Zhian took out a map and threw it away casually.

A stream of true energy bloomed from his body, unfolding the map.

Chen Zhian pointed to a canyon and said, "Let's... go here and wait for him."

Lord Long stood behind him, looking at the black-robed young man in front of him, with a flash of undisguised greed in his eyes.

The old lion sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest.

General Nanao licked his lips, wondering what he was thinking.

These four people each have their own thoughts.

Someone wanted to swallow this young man with extraordinary bones and transform himself into a dragon.

Some people did not have any bad intentions and just wanted to taste what this young man who was an expert in poetry, painting, swordsmanship and martial arts tasted like before the general ate him.

But Chen Zhian regarded them as knives in his hands.

Killing evil spirits with an evil knife is a rare thing.

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Wang Yan did not ride in a carriage like Chu Xiubai, but rode his own horse.

The horse he was riding was called [Scale Horse]. It was an unknown species, but its body was covered with scales, and its blood seemed to be endless. It could also bless its owner's true essence, which was quite strange.

He rode in the middle.

There were four retainers of the Wang family beside him, and a team of twelve soldiers.

In addition, several royal family figures serving as officials in Xuantianjing sent a golden-armored official from the Dali Temple, a bullfighting envoy from the Inspectorate, and... a monk.

The man was holding a Zen staff and wearing a gray monk's robe. He looked quite young, with a compassionate look on his face. He was holding Zen beads in his hands and chanting scriptures as he walked.

This group of people were walking.

It can be said to be as fast as lightning.

Even without that team of twelve soldiers, they could have moved much faster.

Wang Yan rode on his horse, his spiritual energy flowing out, spreading out in all directions, exploring the surroundings.

The area within a radius of ten miles was calm and there was no sign of anything unusual.

A slight smile appeared on Wang Yan's lips.

With so many Yuque cultivators, and secretly protected by a powerful Yuque cultivator at the fourth level of Xuanchi realm, and even Xuanmen figures worshipped by the Chu family waiting in secret, he didn't believe that Taibai Mountain would dare to come.

If there were powerful people with the fifth level of Jade Que or even higher cultivation in Taibai Mountain, they would not be so unknown.

"There is a net waiting for you."

Wang Yan sneered.

At this moment, the monk holding the Zen staff caught up with his horse.

The young monk strolled leisurely beside Wang Yan.

Wang Yan smiled and nodded at him: "Master Jinghui."

Master Jinghui put his palms together and returned the greeting to Wang Yan: "Thank you for your kindness, benefactor Wang. Jinghui is just a wandering monk, traveling around the world, practicing and seeking the Dharma, spreading the Dharma and benefiting sentient beings, hoping to hone his body and mind, and also want to spread the Dharma to the world.

But now I am over 30 years old, and I have achieved nothing. How can I be worthy of the title of master?"

Wang Yan rode on his horse, his eyes occasionally darting around, but he still had a smile on his face, and responded politely: "Master Jinghui was also a figure on the Young Tiger Monument before, and he had already entered the Jade Palace Gate at a young age.

He will surely have a bright future, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a master."

The young Jinghui did not continue to refute, but continued to walk beside the scaly horse for a long time until the bright moon rose in the sky.

Jing Hui looked up at the bright moon in the sky and suddenly said, "Those who practice compassion are like the cool moon, illuminating all living beings and shattering their heat, troubles and dark obstacles."

"Donor Wang, this sentence comes from the Dhammapada, which uses the bright moon as a metaphor for compassion. Compassion is also as gentle and radiant as moonlight, and can dispel the heat of suffering and the darkness of ignorance of all living beings."

Wang Yan turned around and looked at the young monk with some confusion.

The monk still looked at the bright moon in the sky and continued, “All living things in the world have their own destiny. If someone commits the sin of killing, it is not beyond salvation.

All living beings have Buddha nature and can be saved. As long as we refrain from killing and practice compassion, we can become Buddhas. "

Wang Yan's expression suddenly turned colder. He looked at the young monk who had been practicing asceticism for a long time and looked pale and thin, and forced a smile on his face: "Master, are you talking to me?"

Jing Hui sighed and said, "I have been sitting in the Buddhist temple for a long time, explaining Buddhism to Wang Zhanshi every day, hoping that he can develop a little Buddha nature.

Later, I met the donor again in Xuantianjing. I saw that the donor was tainted with evil thoughts. He was also young. Jinghui couldn't bear to see him fall into such depravity, so he recommended himself here."

"It is said in the Nirvana Sutra that all living beings have Buddha nature and will all become Buddhas. Therefore, Yingci, donor, I happen to have a copy of the Nirvana Sutra here. I hope you can accept it and study it carefully when you return to Gulan Mansion. You will definitely gain a lot."

As the monk spoke, he took out a scripture from his wide robe.

Wang Yan looked down at the tattered and old scripture, and a hint of disgust suddenly flashed in his eyes.

He turned his head and looked straight ahead: "I have never been interested in Buddhism, and I don't have the talent for Zen.

Master, you want to save me, but you don't know what evil thoughts I have?"

Jing Hui no longer put his palms together, but turned one hand into the mudra of refuge, and answered humbly: "I once climbed the young tiger monument and obtained the magical power of [observing evil]. I saw that the donor had a lot of blood debts and committed countless sins.

These sins of killing also make the donors infected with evil nature. If the donors ignore this evil nature, they will inevitably go further and further on the path of killing.

It is actually quite easy to wash away this evil nature. You only need to recite the Nirvana Sutra in my hand from time to time, or read the Taoist Pure Words from time to time, or find a compassionate scholar's Xixinlu and follow it from time to time. In less than three years, you will be able to wash away your evil nature and return to the great way. "

This wandering monk spoke sincerely and encouraged people to be good.

But there was a hint of ridicule in Wang Yan's eyes. He stopped his horse and ordered several Yuque monks around him to stop as well.

He looked at Jinghui and sneered, "Master Jinghui, please tell me what harm this evil nature of mine can do to me?"

"If you are a murderer by nature, you will inevitably harm others..."

"I'm asking you, what harm can it do to me?" Wang Yan interrupted him, still sneering: "I don't know what misfortune I've suffered these days, first there were the Taibai Mountain bandits, and then there was that overconfident Chen Zhian.

Now, on my way back to Gulan, I meet a monk like you who wants to preach to me.

Since you have seen the sin of killing in me and offended me for no reason, aren't you afraid that you will also become the sin of killing in me?"

Jing Hui chanted a Buddhist name, without any fear in her eyes, and said calmly: "Donor Wang is of an extraordinary origin, and is born with nobility.

As soon as these words were spoken, many Yuque monks were ready to help the donor, and it would be very easy to kill me.

However, there is a law of cause and effect in this world, and those who kill will be killed by others.

The donor chopped off my head, aren't you afraid that one day you will also have your head chopped off?"

"Cut off my head?" Wang Yan smiled even brighter, and said, "Of course I know that there are always people better than you.

But this is Dayu. In the past two hundred years, few people in my Wang family have been killed by others. At most, they were just infected with serious diseases and did not live to die of old age.

Monk, I might as well tell you that among the six surnames of Dayu, many of them come from ordinary families and have committed the same sin of killing as I have.

They are still alive, and I will not die before them."

"Okay... I don't want to waste any more words with you, considering that it's not easy for you to cultivate, and also considering that you are a monk.

I won't argue with you about what happened today, just stay here and take care of yourself, don't follow me."

When he said this, a cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and his eyes became colder: "Otherwise, don't blame me for killing again."

The scaly horse moved again and stepped away.

Jing Hui, who was standing in the original place, sighed and formed a [Qi Ke Seal].

The seal of defeating the devil is the seal of subduing the devil, which represents destruction and subjugation.

At this moment, the monk's spirit sounded like thunder: "Since killing is inevitable, I am willing to sacrifice myself to stop the evil."

Two golden lights burst out from Monk Jinghui's eyes, and a Vajra image suddenly appeared behind him.

The Vajra had angry and majestic eyes, one hand formed the seal of subduing demons, and the other hand formed the fundamental seal of Acalanatha!

A Buddhist magical power suddenly condensed in the void and turned into an unimaginable huge handprint, which slammed down towards Wang Yan.

At the same time, raging flames burst out from Monk Jinghui's body, burning himself.

There was a little red mark on his forehead, and through that mark one could vaguely see that his soul was also burning.

He was activating a secret Buddhist technique to burn himself in order to catch the enemy by surprise. He wanted to kill Wang Yan, who had committed many sins of murder, in an instant before those Yuque people could react.

"You want to kill me even if you burn your soul, divine form, and physical body? What's wrong with you, monk?"

Wang Yan suddenly became furious: "These past few days, I always run into crazy people like this."

But even in his rage, he did not look panicked, and the crown that tied his hair suddenly shone brightly.

The light was spiritual and condensed into a faint tortoise shell in the void, covering Wang Yan.

Jing Hui's powerful Buddhist hand seal suddenly smashed down, but it did not fall on Wang Yan, but on the tortoise shell.

The tortoise shell suddenly vibrated and broke into pieces.

And that terrifying handprint also shattered into countless Buddha lights.

Wang Yan's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He raised his head slightly, looked down at Jing Hui, snorted coldly and said, "I originally prepared this treasure for those bandits in Taibai Mountain, but I never thought it would protect you, a bald donkey who was traveling with me."

"Jinghui, do you see clearly the background of my Wang family now?"

The terrifying magical powers of several Yuque figures around him have already fallen on Jinghui.

The flames on Jing Hui's body dissipated, his body was broken, his soul was scattered, and he was dying.

But he still held the Zen stick tightly in his hand, standing where he was, without kneeling down.

Wang Yan rode over and pulled out a long sword from thin air.

The long sword flashed with cold light, and the long blood groove glowed with a cold light.

"Jinghui, you said that those who kill people will be killed, but I didn't expect that you wanted to kill me."

"But now, you are going to die at the hands of a murderer like me.

Then tell me... who in this world can kill my royal family nobles?"

Jinghui closed her eyes, her breath was as soft as a thread.

Wang Yan's eyes were full of ferocity, and there was arrogance hidden in that ferocity. He raised the long knife in his hand and was about to bring it down...

Suddenly, a dragon roared out, and the sound of breaking through the air was heard, and a calm voice reached everyone's ears.

"Wang Yan, I'm here to kill you."

A lion's shadow suddenly appeared in the sky, probably about 20 to 30 feet long. The shadow swallowed up the clouds and mist, then suddenly opened its bloody mouth and bit the world fiercely. In an instant, the world trembled violently. The Wang family retainers, the Dali Temple's golden armor, and the Inspectorate's bullfighters all used their magical powers at the same time, trying to fight against the lion.

Peach blossoms fell from the sky again, and the clouds in the sky seemed to turn the color of peach blossoms. The beautiful woman stood on the clouds with her arms open, and her seven tails bloomed behind her like petals.

What’s even more surprising is that... these seven tails are not divine images, but real flesh and blood.

The seven tails suddenly fell down, and the terrifying true energy scattered and flowed out, like a surging river, impacting everywhere.

"West Penglai, the old lion! General Nanao!"

The Golden Armor of the Dali Temple and the Inspector Douniu were both from the yamen. They immediately recognized the two men who had attacked and shouted loudly.

The one in golden armor had already taken out the magic treasure for communication and activated it.

However, he discovered that there were even more extraordinary people in this world who had isolated the heaven and earth with their original spirit. This magical treasure for communication had become like a dead object.

But Wang Yan looked deep into the clouds.

There, a young man with a sword stood on a vaguely visible cloud-flowing dragon, looking straight at him.

The look she gave him was quite calm, even a little indifferent.

Wang Yan was immediately furious and shouted, pointing at Chen Zhian from a distance: "Chen Zhian, how dare you collude with these Western Penglai bandits, what do you want to do?"

"I'm here to kill you!" Chen Zhian came riding on a dragon.

Wang Yan sneered: "Just you and these two so-called generals from West Penglai?"

He finished speaking.

On a hill not far away, a Taoist holding a whisk stood up, his soul revealing a divine appearance.

Light suddenly appeared around the divine image, and it turned into a [Sky Gate], and then into a [Sky Gate]. Then a [Xuan Tower] was erected in the Sky Gate.

A [Xuan Pond] was opened under the Xuan Tower, and on the other side of the Xuan Pond, there was even a [Xuan Mansion] shining brightly.

He turned out to be a Xuanfu cultivator at the fifth level of Yuque!

What was even more surprising was that not far from this Xuanfu monk, there were eighty soldiers wearing strange armor, holding spears and riding on fine horses.

The weapons, armor, blood, energy and true essence are connected into one, the battle formation is running, and the breath is fierce!
The Taoist waved his whisk and frowned, saying, "I remember that the Xie family was in charge of West Penglai... Why? The Xie family of Longxi turned to Xuantian Palace? If so, where is Lord Jiaoxiang?"

Among the eighty soldiers, a general rode out and sneered, "Jiao Xianggong? The so-called Taibai Mountain is the Western Penglai gangsters in disguise? My Chu family's Xiubai Gongzi also died in your hands?

How brave is Lord Jiaoxiang to dare to murder the heir of the Chu family?"

At this moment, an extremely violent roar was heard.

Someone came out from the deeper clouds, dressed in black, and looked down at the battlefield.

Above his head, a candle burned, illuminating an area of thirty miles, isolating those inside and outside the candlelight.

"Jiao Xianggong?"

"What kind of cultivation level does this person have?"

A Yuque monk noticed something was wrong.

However, what was seen was a dragon god flying out from behind Jiao Xiang Gong and settling into a [Palace in Heaven]. In the palace of Heaven there was a [Sky Palace] piercing straight into the clouds, with unparalleled aura.

"Tianque?" The general who had just sneered suddenly changed color.

The Wang family's retainer looked at the man in black who was approaching and muttered to himself, "Mr. Jiaoxiang has been hiding his incompetence for many years!"

"No...it's not that he is hiding his cultivation, but the Xie family is deliberately hiding it."

Lord Jiaoxiang stood on the cloud, looking down at the vast battlefield, and said softly: "Everyone, I want to transform from a dragon into a dragon and become the first dragon among humans.

Please become the great pill in my belly and lend me a helping hand! "

The war is about to start.

Chen Zhian still looked down at Wang Yan.

Wang Yan gritted his teeth, looked up at the fierce Jiao Xiang Gong, and suddenly sneered, "Chen Zhian, have you also become a bandit with evil nature?

You personally came to the Liuli Residence to question me about killing innocent people and taking credit for it. What do you think is the moral integrity in your heart?
But in the end, I still have to rely on bandits like Xi Penglai to kill me?"

Chen Zhian jumped off the dragon, drew the long sword from his waist, shook his head and said: "I will kill you, I don't need to rely on others!"

"it is good!"

Behind Wang Yan stood a sky gate. At that sky gate, a divine figure looked like an armored general, looking down at Chen Zhian.

"Let me see how you kill me!"

Chen Zhian came with his sword drawn, and the half-finished manifesto that he had not finished reading that day came with his divine aura and exploded in Wang Yan's ears.

"The sun and the moon are bright, the universe is clear, how can we allow evil spirits to occupy the world for long? Taibai Mountain must be stained with the blood of its enemies to comfort the wronged souls of the thirteen peaks! This edict will be spread far and wide, and gods and ghosts will bear witness to it!"

"The amazing general of Taibai Mountain must kill Wang Yan!"

Chen Zhian sneered: "Wang Yan, you told me a lot about the so-called results of this matter that day. I came here today with a sword in hand, just to tell you... There is another result of this matter, which is that you die under my sword."

"Died under your sword?" Wang Yan's divine charm also flowed, and his divine appearance was extremely mysterious: "Just relying on your innate third level cultivation?"

Chen Zhian threw out the long sword in his hand and said with a smile: "When I was at the first level of Xiantian, holding Luanxiu, I could only stimulate 20% of Luanxiu's power.

Now that I am close to the fourth level of Xiantian, I can already exert 40% of the power of this famous sword from the Northern Continent."

"Famous swords are precious, 40% of their power is not just twice as strong as 20%!"

"Come... let me see how you kill me..." Wang Yan's eyes were like solid ice that had not melted for thousands of years, spewing out murderous intent.

The general's divine image behind him also manifested a long sword, and chopped down together with the long sword in Wang Yan's hand, bringing with it a torrent of true energy, a fourth-grade magical power, and a whistling gale, and chopped down fiercely!

In an instant, the heaven and earth changed, and things bloomed from the long sword.

Chen Zhian's Nine Heavens supernatural powers are in operation, and the sword intent of Yun Zhongjun is running rampant.

The Beilu sword emitted unimaginable power, which resonated with his sword intent, Yun Zhongjun, which surprised Chen Zhian.

But immediately afterwards, the Beilu sword emitted bursts of cold light, heavy snow flew between heaven and earth, and mixed with endless murderous aura, it rushed away along with Chen Zhian's extremely heavy true essence and spiritual energy.

laugh!
The sword hummed with excitement.

There was sword energy flying across the sky again, emitting a vast and cold aura.

A ray of sword intent exploded, and the sharp energy of the Beilu sword suddenly burst out and slashed across.

Just a moment.

Wang Yan, who had already entered the Yuque Tianguan realm, suddenly saw his divine appearance and supernatural powers disappear.

The famous Beilu sword in Chen Zhian's hand glowed brightly, as if it was going to cut off everything.

This is also true!
There was a flash of precious light on Wang Yan's body again, but it was also cut off.

Chi!
Even though Wang Yan had mobilized his true energy and used his body skills and supernatural powers to dodge with all his might, the remaining sword energy still splashed out a ray of light and landed on one of his legs.

A flash of blood bloomed.

One of Wang Yan's legs was suddenly cut off by the sword energy.

He cried out miserably, and when he reached out his hand, a healing pill appeared in his hand, which he swallowed.

After taking the Heavenly Pill, his true energy suddenly recovered slightly.

There was a fierce light in his eyes and he looked up at Chen Zhian in the distance.

Chen Zhian slashed out with the sword, his true energy was exhausted, and he was standing in the distance.

Not far from him, the dying monk Jinghui guessed what Wang Yan wanted to do. He stretched out his arms with all his strength, and flames ignited on his body again, as if he wanted to stop Wang Yan.

But Wang Yan had already bent one leg and suddenly jumped out, shooting towards Chen Zhian like a meteor across the sky!

"Chen Zhian, what does it matter if you can control such a famous sword? As long as you don't kill me, if I only have a trace of true energy left, it will be enough to kill you!"

"Your true energy is now exhausted. Do you regret coming here to die today?"

Wang Yan’s divine energy exploded.

But Chen Zhian, who was standing in the distance, raised his head at this moment.

There was still calmness in his eyes, and he took a deep breath.

The magical power of Ba Xia Long's body is running.

【Tidal spit! 】

It seemed as if there was a real dragon between heaven and earth stirring up the surrounding clouds, and the wind became increasingly violent.

During this breath, unimaginable amounts of blood and energy gushed out from the twelve hidden acupoints in Chen Zhian's body and injected into his body.

【Baxia Fuyue! 】

On his body, faint lines of golden energy and blood emerged, making his exposed skin look like it was covered with a layer of scales.

Chen Zhian's feet were firmly rooted like Ba Xia carrying a mountain, but his aura remained calm.

In such a calm manner, he stretched out a hand towards Wang Yan who was flying towards him.

The five fingers of this right hand spread out, and thin golden lines shone like a dragon's claw.

His expression finally changed, and became more majestic and angry!
【Star-breaking Claw! 】

Chen Zhian pushed the Ba Xia dragon's body to its extreme.

There seemed to be flames burning on his fingers, and he grabbed hard!
Wang Yan, who was flying quickly with a wisp of Jade Que True Essence and slashing with a long sword, wanted to kill Chen Zhian, but his expression suddenly changed.

He saw Chen Zhian breathing in and out clouds, saw Chen Zhian causing a strong wind, and saw Chen Zhian's one hand biting towards him like a real dragon.

Zheng!
Sparks ignited from the long sword in his hand, and he suddenly threw it out.

Chen Zhian reached out with his other hand and instantly grabbed Wang Yan's neck.

The strong impact caused Wang Yan to feel unbearable pain.

Several retainers of the Wang family in the distance were about to lend a helping hand, but were stopped by General Nanabi.

At this time, the battlefield was in chaos.

Supernatural powers, divine appearances, and battle formations continued to roar.

Some people died and some were injured.

Even the Taoist holding the seal threw his whisk into the river, which rolled up thousands of trees, burned them with flames, and turned them into a magic circle, trying to trap Jiao Xianggong.

The general led eighty soldiers and charged forward with a momentum like a landslide.

General Nanabi smiled coquettishly, and his seven tails slammed down, smashing the magical power heading towards Chen Zhian.

And in the center of the battlefield.

Chen Zhian stood tall, his black robe fluttering.

He had one hand behind his back, and the other hand was still pinching Wang Yan's neck.

Let him hang in the air.

The last bit of true energy in Wang Yan's body had also completely dissipated.

The bones in his body were broken in half by Chen Zhian's Star-Breaking Claw just now.

Blood kept spitting out of his mouth, and there was fear in his eyes.

Chen Zhian looked straight at him, then looked at Master Jinghui in the distance who had completely burned himself out and died standing.

"Master Wang, there are fewer and fewer people like this master in this world, but you killed another one."

There was clear regret in Chen Zhian's eyes.

Wang Yan whimpered, blood flowing from his mouth onto Chen Zhian's hand.

Chen Zhian looked at the Wang family's heir with some disgust, shook his head and said, "I don't agree with what you said in Liuli Residence yesterday."

“For example, if you say that the lives of those mountain people are nothing, no one will care.

You said that when you return to Gulan Mansion, the worst result would be to pay a few medicine mountains and a few official positions. "

"In addition to what you said yesterday, when I rushed here, I vaguely heard you asking this master, who in the world of Dayu can kill your royal family's nobles."

Wang Yan's eyes were filled with fear, and his body, which had lost all strength, was still shaking.

He knew...with Chen Zhian's courage, he would die soon.

So he hurriedly mobilized the last bit of his spiritual energy and begged...

"Chen Zhi'an! Mr. Chen! I am only following orders. Wang Guanhou of the Wang family has obtained a blueprint and wants to forge a famous sword that will be passed down from generation to generation.

To forge that famous sword, one needs a piece of [Blood-stained Stone], or the blood of a Jade-Que Perfection cultivator that can be stained day and night, or... the blood of 50,000 people!"

"I am only following the orders of my elders..."

A hint of cruelty suddenly appeared in Chen Zhian's eyes.

"The one who killed your noble Wang family is Chen Zhian!"

He just stretched out two fingers and gently stroked them.

Wang Yan's abdomen had been cut open by him. He reached into his stomach and grabbed out his heart.

"Heartache?"

Chen Zhian crushed Wang Yan's heart with one hand, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Wang Yan died on the spot.

Chen Zhian threw the body aside.

He kept thinking of the three words "blood in my heart" and felt his mood becoming more and more violent.

"Donor, keep your original intention!"

A faint voice came into Chen Zhian's ears.

Chen Zhian turned his head and saw that the master who had died standing just now had sat cross-legged on the ground without him noticing.

His originally pale complexion has now become full and plump, with a smile on his face. In his hands, he holds the lotus seal of rebirth, and his Buddha appearance is solemn.

But Chen Zhian clearly felt that this master was indeed dead.

The voice just now was the last ray of divine energy.

He suddenly felt a sense of alarm and quickly visualized the Southern Flowing Scene, in which the image of the Heavenly King of Killing appeared vaguely.

When Nan Liujing's light bloomed, the tyranny in Chen Zhian's heart was immediately dispelled, and his mind gradually became clear.

Chen Zhian frowned and communicated with Qingshan Tower, but saw that the demon took advantage of his lost state of mind. The light of Qingshan Tower dimmed in an instant and it actually gave off a demonic aura, affecting his mood.

"What is the origin of this demon species? It is so mysterious."

Chen Zhian communicated with Baiyujing, and the blazing light in Qingshan Tower fell down, following the connection with the demon seed in the innate fetal palace, and completing the light of Qingshan Tower.

“No wonder Xie Wujiu trusts this demon seed so much. If this demon seed is considered a treasure, it is probably more precious than a first-grade spiritual treasure or even a higher-grade mysterious treasure.

No wonder Xie Wujiu was named on the Whale Riding Monument, and no wonder he was able to discover the Dao Fruit his father mentioned. "

Chen Zhian's mind flickered.

He looked down and saw Wang Yan's body, and his mind calmed down a little.

Soon I felt more irritated.

"What's wrong with this world? There are probably too many people like Wang Yan to count."

"How many can I kill by myself, even if Yun Ting, Yu Li Ke and others are added?"

"The six surnames of Dayu, the aristocratic families of the world have almost become a disaster, even..."

When Chen Zhian thought of the vast Xuantian Palace and the Wangxing Tower, he felt that the whole world was filled with evil spirits causing trouble.

His thoughts were in a mess and he shook his head slowly.

"The world is too big for me to support alone. Don't put any shackles on yourself."

Chen Zhian said to himself, "Wait till I get the seal, and then I'll kill those dog officials who dared to kill the people I wanted to save."

When he thought of this, he stopped worrying and raised his head again.

However, the area within a radius of more than ten miles was like purgatory.

The chaotic magical powers covered the heaven and earth.

Several gods' images shattered and reappeared.

The strong wind and heavy rain came one after another, leaving Chen Zhian stunned.

He raised his head and looked into the distance again.

There was a dragon moving constantly.

The black-clothed Dragon King opened his arms, and the bloody dragon showed its fangs, and the dragon horns pierced the flesh and blood of those Chu family soldiers!
Tianque monk!

So powerful!

Even the six surnames of Dayu must not be underestimated.

But when Chen Zhian saw Jiao Xianggong killing people everywhere, there was no joy in his eyes, but he became calmer instead.

He still remembered what the old man carrying a shoulder pole said to him when he first met him.

There is a mountain in Xifeng Prefecture, claiming to be a fairyland. The king of the mountain calls himself "Jiaoxiang Gong". He gathered 23 generals and committed murder, arson, robbery and looting.

He even built a farming town and gathered 50,000 people to worship him, and even offered babies, wives and daughters to him for him to absorb popularity...

It was because he used his human body to practice the magical power of a dragon, and he wanted to transform from a dragon into a dragon...

Relying on such evil methods, this Jiaoxiong Gong has actually cultivated the supernatural power of Tianque.

So what's the cost?

Chen Zhian lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.

-

Chen Shuijun was standing in the clouds far away, with two swords on his waist.

There wasn't a trace of true energy fluctuation in his body, nor was there any trace of divine power flowing.

The battlefield a hundred miles away was completely isolated by a treasure called "Candlelight" from the Xie family and was not noticed by others.

But in all four seasons of the world, the bright moon and the gentle breeze will naturally bring news to Chen Shuijun.

He stood silently on the cloud, waiting for the outcome of the battle in the distance.

At this moment.

A figure stood up on the mountain under the clouds.

It makes people feel strong. Standing on the mountain, the continuous mountains are constantly shaking.

His aura soared to the sky, and it even shattered the clouds in the sky.

He stepped onto the void, and ripples spread out under his feet.

He didn't have a long sword in his hand, but the sword energy within a hundred miles was as fierce as a prison.

At this time, the bright moon in the sky is still shining.

The man looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and the moon suddenly dimmed and its light faded away.

He walked towards him step by step, and Chen Shuijun turned his head to look at him.

"Chen Shuijun, it has been half a year since we last met in Sunan Mansion. What do you think?" This man went straight up to the sky and was level with Chen Shuijun.

Chen Shuijun showed no fear in his eyes, and saluted to the man: "Senior Gong."

This person is none other than Gong Longsu, the number one warrior in the world, who not long ago "whipped the Sleeping Dragon and rode away, wielded my sword and rebuked the Lord of Five Thunders"!
This peerless warrior once traveled all the way to Southern Jiangsu Prefecture and to Tiger Hill, shocking the world and even causing speculation in Xuantian Palace, who believed that he was going to refine the dragon vein of Tiger Hill.

But who could have thought that the reason Gong Longsu went to Sunan Prefecture was just to meet Chen Shuijun who was still teaching children in Sunan Prefecture at that time.

Chen Zhian might have thought that Chen Shuijun had been away from home for two days and only said that he was going to meet an old friend.

He thought Chen Shuijun was going to see Chu Muye, but he never imagined that Chen Shuijun was actually going to see the world's number one warrior.

Chen Shuijun bowed and spoke to Gong Longsu.

There was a hint of regret on Gong Longsu's blurred face.

"Why don't you swallow that Dao fruit?" Gong Longsu asked, "You are not one of those people without life veins. Even if they have Dao fruits, they are just good fortunes, or one or two levels higher. But if you have Dao fruit, you can ascend to the Dao and no longer be an ant under the Dao."

Chen Shuijun shook her head: "Yinxi is my wife and the mother of my child."

Gong Longsu lowered his head to think for a while, then raised his head again, with a bit of approval in his eyes: "You have a bond in your heart, so you can't bear to see Tian Qing, unlike him."

Gong Longsu said this and looked up a hundred miles away.

There is a barren mountain there, and a tall, long-haired young man with his hands behind his back, looking towards here from afar.

The young man's eyes were filled with fighting spirit and he was eager to give it a try.

“Kui Xing…” Gong Longsu shook his head: “You are no match for me, and your incarnation is even less of a match for me.”

As he finished speaking, in the blink of an eye, a stream of blood fell a hundred miles away and transformed into a figure, which then threw a punch.

Silently, the tall, long-haired young man and the barren mountain beneath his body disappeared at the same time, without a trace, as if there had never been a mountain here.

Only the root of the mountain, which seemed to have been flattened, indicated that this mountain once existed.

And in this desolate mountain, there was a young man's voice coming...

"Gong Longxu, your lifeblood is as divine as a god, yet you insist on having the word 'dragon' in your name. The luck of dragons in the world has collapsed because of the 'dragon' in your name. They are not worthy of having the same name as you!"

"You should be called [Shen Su]."

The voice came from afar, and Chen Shuijun raised his eyes.

Gong Longxu had disappeared, and the bright moon in the sky shone again, falling on him.

And on the battlefield far away, the fighting is about to end.

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