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The faith of the academy was buried in the rolling smoke and dust and the ruins that had never been found for many years to come.

Not many academy people who believe in Bodhi trees have seen this scene of destruction with their own eyes, because few teachers and students of the academy have left behind under the slaughter of the twelve stars in the sky.

This is not a kind of sorrow.

The remaining academy people saw the faith and the world in their hearts burned, and they were not sad.

Those pairs of calm eyes that were so terrible that they were on their bleak cheeks were a kind of calm that they should not have.

Calmness in the face of death.

The academy will be swallowed up by history in this disaster, but it will exist in people's hearts. Even if these people's hearts are ashamed, it will still exist in the memory of the prosperity and decline of the world.

Among the six-character sects of practice in the world.

The world is not overthrown, and the whole world is academies.

...

A figure in blue-clothed walked out of the sea of ​​smoke and fire, dusted the dust on his body, and looked into the distance.

He walked from the outer courtyard to the dilemma.

He did not turn or look for a way out of the dilapidated ruins and dust everywhere. He just needed to raise his foot and take a step, and the road would be formed under his feet.

Whether it is Wei Han's corpse or the academy fool who knows that he cannot do it but wants to die...

Behind the Dilemma Mountain, there is a little-known Taoist temple, which is called Wuchen.

There is an old man in Wuchen Taoist Temple who is disabled but not disabled.

The old man's name is Meng Qingshu. Before Huangfu Yi and Luo Changfeng worshipped Bodhi Academy, Meng Qingshu was the well-deserved uncle of the junior teacher in the academy.

Yes, Meng Qingshu in Wuchen Temple also learned from Wuxiang Dao Sect.

Unlike Luo Changfeng and Huangfu Yi, Meng Qingshu was so talented and beautiful when they were as old as the two.

The two methods of the Sichuan character sect, the thirty-six-character Lotus Life Skill and the five-character gate. The master, who is so talented and brilliant, practices the latter. The "Stone Story" that was evaluated during the admission examination of the academy was written by him.

When he was writing this classic book, he worked as a Taoist master in Liuzimen, a Taoist master who surpassed the twelve stars and twelve people in the Sutra.

He didn't look like he is now at that time.

The old Taoist, who seemed to be seeking the prosperity and decline of the Wuchen Temple, was quietly waiting in the temple, waiting for the saint Chen surnamed Tiandong.

The viewing door that had not been destroyed was blown open by the wind.

Taoist Qingyi, who came from the dust but was free of dust, walked in.

The Taoist ring in the blue-clothed who had cut off Bodhi with his own hands looked around the Taoist temple, the tall towers, the maple forest that remained unchanged in all seasons, the beautiful fallen leaves flying all over the sky, and the flowers on the ground.

The Taoist Qingyi's eyes finally retracted and fell on the back of the Taoist Wuchen Temple who was shining in his prime and lonely in his old age.

The eyes fell, the tower collapsed, the maple forest burned, and the fallen leaves and residual flowers turned into ashes.

Everything around him that was seen by the eyes of the Taoist Qingyi in an instant became a scorched earth!

The Wuchen Taoist Temple is filled with thick smoke.

Meng Qingshu sat in the temple with his back facing Chen Sheng.

He did not turn his head and did not stand up because of this. His eyes were blind, his legs were broken, he could not hold the knife, nor could he cut the saint. He could not stand up, nor could he see scorched earth.

There is no difference between turning your head or getting up or not.

What's more, in order to trap the Tianhuan Star that broke into the moment before, he was almost exhausted, and he could no longer get up.

The Taoist Qingyi looked at his back.

A piece of blue bricks fell.

A ray of sky light was scattered on the roof of the Taoist temple.

The sky light shone with smoke and dust, and then many bricks and tiles fell from the sky light.

The candlestick fell down.

The image of the offering was broken.

The roof beams were broken.

The figure of the Taoist sitting cross-legged in the futon facing the back of the Qingyi was buried by the collapsed Taoist temple.

A blue light shot up from the ruins and fled to the distance.

The Taoist Qingyi frowned and obviously felt a little unhappy.

He stretched out his hand and a huge palm appeared in the gloomy sky.

He reached out and held the green light in his hand with his huge palm.

He spread his palms and saw a psychic bronze bird.

He flipped his palms, facing downwards.

The bronze bird that could not escape Wuzhishan obediently turned into an ancient and magnificent platform in front of him, which was the bronze bird platform on the seventeenth list of magic weapons.

Three figures were trapped on the bronze bird platform.

The Qiao brothers and sisters of the twelve stars in the sky, and the Mo Xingtian Huan who was arrogant and unscrupulous in saving people before the Qingyi Taoist set foot in Wuchen Temple.

The three figures had been swallowed by the psychic bronze croaker, and there was no chance of life at this moment.

Taoist Qingyi, who lost three disciples, still remained calm.

Daxiu waved his sleeve and hugged the bronze bird platform into his sleeve. He looked at the last complete place of the Ruins Academy, which was the place where Wuxiang Dao Sect lived during his lifetime.

Forget about love!

There is an old Daokui who has no sword in Wangqingchuan and his Daoju who has just joined the disciple.

Lao Daokui was named Duanyanke, and he was a descendant of the Tiandao Duan family in the past.

When he was young, he was talented and had an unlimited future and was teased by fate. He was murdered in the battle of the new generation of Tianswords of the Duan Family, and finally fled in exile. He vowed to take revenge and surrendered to him when he was in a most embarrassing and downfall.

Bodhi Academy has been learning swords with Wuxiang Daozong, and it has been more than half a lifetime since then.

I spent the rest of my life in the academy.

Of course, the identity of Duanyankee is rarely known in the academy.

In addition to the master and apprentice of Wuxiangdao, Dean Zhuang and several senior academy masters, only the only one who has received his favor and was instructed to practice the sword Tao is somewhat informed. Therefore, the other teachers and students in the academy

In the eyes of Qingyi Teacher, the senior gentleman in the library is a mysterious figure.

No one knows the level of his cultivation.

No one has ever seen his sword technique.

Even President Zhuang only knew that Duanyanke and Dao Chuanqi were born in the same generation, which was the veritable Duan Family's sword leader. Otherwise, Wuxiang Daozong would not have passed the academy's self-sacrifice to this person, and even more

I will not let Huangfu Yi follow this person to learn swordsmanship.

Yes, Huangfu Yi is learning knife!

Before dying, I learned to learn the most proud knife in my life as the old Daokui of the family!

The Taoist Qingyi stepped into the Forgetful River.

When Tian Yinxing saw that the master had arrived, he retreated respectfully.

The slightly fat old Daokui Duanyanke narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, a bitter sword wind blew in the glacier and snow, rolling up the ground with ice flowers and white snow.

Lao Daokui glanced at the messy snowflakes in the sky, and the snowflakes turned into swords.

The old Daokui looked at the continuous glacier and snow fields, raised the mountain and made a knife.

The old swordkui captured the traces of the wind, and the north weather that had not dissipated for thousands of years in the Forgetful River turned into a bone knife.

He did not let Huangfu Yi, who was holding the guard knife in his hand, look at it, because Huangfu Yi's eyes were blind. Because this last sword was not for viewing.

Except for the smoke-blocking guest, all the moments in his sight were transformed into swords, countless swords and countless swords.

The sound of the smoke-breaking guest echoes the mountains and rivers of the wind and snow.

"I have a knife in my heart, and it is regarded as a knife between heaven and earth."

Between the world is wind, snow, and mountains and rivers!

So the wind, snow, mountains and rivers between heaven and earth turned into swords and slashed at the Taoist Qingyi who stood between heaven and earth with his hands behind his back.

Although the old sword master had only transformed into a disaster, the power of the last sword had already surpassed the scope of the Heavenly Sword.

This sword comes from the human world, and only kills the head, the heaven and the earth, and stands on the human world.

This is a real butcher knife.

Chen Sheng stood in the wind and snowy mountains with his hands behind his back.

A blue-clothed Taoist robe was cut out by a seamless knife.

The green robe was crushed.

Chen Sheng narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky.

A temple was shrouded in the dark sky, shattering the mountains, rivers and earth to cover it.

The wind and snow blow on the four walls of the temple.

This temple, which once enshrined the statue of the God of Tiandong, has always been as stable as Mount Tai.

The Duanyankee, who had exhausted his lifelong cultivation and cut out the sage of the saint in this world, laughed wildly.

"Chen Sheng, you are still a turtle under this butcher knife."

The laughter of the smoke breaker came to an abrupt end.

His eyes, ears, mouth, nostrils suddenly bleed.

The qi and meridians of the spiritual acupoints all over his body were broken in an instant.

Huangfu Yi, who was holding the guard knife tightly, hugging the old Daokui, leaving two lines of blood and tears.

The teacher once mentioned the butcher knife to him in his mind sounded in his mind.

The corpse is slaughtered.

A swordsman without a butcher's knife in his hand, the price of using the butcher's knife is to use his body as a corpse.

Unfortunately, this knife did not slaughter the East Saint that day.

The wind and snow gradually stopped.

Huangfu Yi turned his body sideways, then stood up with a self-sacrifice knife. He knew that there was still a star in that direction.

The hidden star, ranked third in the twelve stars of Jingtian, has long since transformed into disaster, and he did not give Huangfu Yi a chance to take action.

A golden hook made of snow-day silk pierced through Huangfu Yi's shoulders and tore the latter's body into two halves.

The yard guard knife was inserted into the snow, and the bloody senior brother lay in front of the gate of the small courtyard...

The heaven and earth return to silence.

The academy without a living is a bit terrible.

After searching through the academy, the twelve stars of Jingtian who had never found the whereabouts of Luo Changfeng gathered in front of the small courtyard of Wangqingchuan.

After a long time of this silence, the figure of Taoist Qingyi walked out of the temple that sheltered from the wind and snow again.

Chen Sheng looked at the old Daokui lying in the snow in front of him and felt quite emotional.

In terms of realm cultivation, although they are both in the realm of the Transformation of the Tribulation, Duanyan Ke is still far inferior to Dean Zhuang Dao Xuanzhuang. But this sword Kui can hurt himself, which shows that the disciple Xingzi is very powerful and combat power is extraordinary. If Dean Zhuang has

Even if he is a statue of the God of Tiandong, it is hard to say that his victory or defeat is.

Chen Sheng's eyes fell to the courtyard again, and his eyes seemed to see the Wuxiang Dao Sect lying in the mourning hall in the courtyard.

After a long time, the statue of Tiandong, who personally destroyed the Taoist Holy Land, sighed deeply: "The world practices and practices will be out of the academies, and the Taoist Holy Land will never be there. It is sad and motivating!"

The sound sways the world.

The heaven and earth whimper.

Thunder and lightning flashed in the sad and silent sky, and rolling dark clouds suddenly gathered, condensed in the sky of Bodhi Academy, and a heavy rain fell between the sky.

The birds were wet in the rain fell on the Bodhi tree that stretched across the ruins. The birds kept crying, as if they were crying, and did not flap their wings and flew up.

The white geese in the Bodhi Garden wandered in the muddy garden for a long time, and finally found the location of the garden gate in my memory, stopping in place, looking at the ruins around, not knowing where to go.

The Peach Blossom Forest is a flower tree that has managed to preserve the peach blossom branches. In the broken forest, it can't bear to listen to the wind and rain crying, and it breaks the branches and falls into a pool of blood.

A young girl who was still alive was lying not far from the flower forest.

The boy picked up a residual flower from the pool of blood and mud beside him.

A painful and satisfied smile appeared on the boy's face.

The boy coughed blood and climbed to the side of the girl who was so angry that he was so angry that he trembled, stretched out his muddy hand and put the peach blossoms between the girl's hair.

The girl burst into tears and smiled.

Two hands, one big and one small, met in a pool of blood, and their ten fingers were tightly clasped together.

The young girl held her hand and finally grew old with her, and lived and died.

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This rain was the cry of heaven and earth for the academy that the Taoist Qingyi allowed.

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