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It's late at night, people are quiet, and the wind and snow are constantly.

This is true for more than 3,000 day and night rotations in ten years, but just like the silent night in the past, An Hongdou felt deeply uneasy for the first time.

It was just because Luo Changfeng said he wanted to leave temporarily.

The disciples retreated one after another, and there were only two people left in the dimly lit flower hall.

"That day, Bodhi Academy was removed from the world, and it has been ten years since I returned to the mountain to take a look. Now that my senior brother is here, I should go back to the mountain to worship my master with me."

Luo Changfeng held An Hongdou's slender hands, and the two walked side by side in the corridor of Yinshu Garden.

An Hongdou suddenly stopped and turned around to stare at the person in front of him: "I know that I am like you, and I should listen to you and should not stop you. But your demonic nature has not been eliminated, and I am worried..."

Ten years ago, when there was a battle outside the Bailou Gate, everyone in the world knew that Luo Changfeng killed the emperor with a butcher knife, and later lived in Fengxue Silver City, and became famous all over the world. But who knew that the battle had caused this family to be full of blood debts.

How much does the white-headed man pay?

I think no one knows except for the woman in red who has been with her for ten years!

The price is not the backlash after the luck that is forced to absorb and the realm of the body and the decline after the realm is improved, but the blood evil spirit of the butcher knife that is implicated by the revenge and anger.

The butcher's knife is a school knife and a Buddhist knife.

But in the final analysis, it is a killing knife.

That year, under the Bodhi tree, the ascetic monk put down his butcher's knife and became a Buddha. It is conceivable that the nature of this sword is not much weaker than that of the Buddha.

During the battle between Bailou Gate, Luo Changfeng's cultivation was far beyond the same level as that of the Buddha, compared with the Bodhi Patriarch, and the Wuxiang Dao Sect.

Even if he kills Yan Bailou, he can't control the butcher's knife!

The magic that left in the body of the sword was still unavoidable even after ten years of careful adjustment.

Luo Changfeng chuckled, embraced the beauty in his arms, and whispered in his ear: "Who can force me into the realm of madness with me? Don't forget, the senior brother has fought with Senior Tiandao."

Feeling the warmth and heartbeat from her chest, An Hongdou didn't say anything more.

She neither agreed nor stopped her.

Knowing that he is like her, An Hongdou understands the weight of the word "Senior Brother" in Luo Changfeng's heart than anyone else. If one day, when she chooses between her and her senior brother, she knows that the person he chooses will definitely be the Senior Brother!

But what she was worried about from beginning to end was the senior brother who appeared ten years later on the eve of the sword meeting... She couldn't imagine that if, one day, the person who forced him into the realm of madness

It is his senior brother who respects Yiru's father... what can she do?

She had no choice but to remain silent!

Swallowing the tears in his heart, An Hongdou's slender jade arms hugged Luo Changfeng very tightly.

It seemed as if she was afraid that she would never see each other again once she let go!

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Heavy snow fills the Silver City.

Early this morning, two riders were invincible.

Luo Changfeng, who was dressed in black and silver, and Huangfu Yi, who was dressed in white and red, rode his horse towards Bodhi Mountain.

On the Yincheng City Tower, An Hongdou and Jiang Manlou, and four younger generations watched the two riders away...

On the same day, the 12 Star River, the statue of the Gods from Tiandong died in the South China Sea. The internal struggle that had been buried for ten years broke out completely with an upcoming memorial event...

As we all know, the 800 sects of holy sacrifice ceremony is a grand event in Tiandong once a hundred years. Unlike the Sword Club of Fengxue Silver City, the sacred ceremony will not invite any practitioners outside the 800 sects to participate. It is a grand event within the sect.

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During the previous holy sacrifice ceremony, the 800 sects will lead representatives of the sects to gather in the Twelve Starchuan to listen to the sacred edict. At that time, the statue worshipped in the temple will manifest its true body and the holy light will be covered with the eight hundred sects.

But the statue of the god died ten years ago.

In the past ten years, the twelve stars of the heaven coveted the position of the Holy Lord and fought endlessly, and they consumed the foundation and resources accumulated by the eight hundred sects in countless years. Gradually, the eight hundred sects under the twelve stars formed a three-legged tripod.

situation.

Among them, Tianlong star is the leader, winning over the four-star Tianxie, the seven-star Tiangu, the five-star Tianshao, the six-star Tiancan, and the twelve-star Tianhuan, and the twelve-star Tianhuan are evenly matched and compete with each other, with great potential for incompatible water and fire.

The last foot of this tripod is the Three Star Tianyin and the Nine Star Tianji.

They always remain neutral without any clear attitude, and seem to be unwilling to get involved in this matter.

Now that the Holy Sacrifice ceremony is approaching, there are rumors in the Eight Hundred Sects that the Kuixing Tianlong and the Two-Star Tianye will completely end the Holy Sacrifice ceremony within ten years, and the victory and defeat will be decided by the situation of life and death. No matter who will die, then eight hundred will be the time.

All the sects regarded them as the lord of the temple, and used this to relieve the chaos in Tiandong for the tenth year!

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This is the most widely circulated statement before the Holy Sacrifice Ceremony. Whether it is to calm the people's hearts or to show the people all over the world, no matter how good the purpose is, it is not worth believing in the eyes of Liancheng Jue.

Not only him, but no one of the three generations of disciples under the twelve zodiac signs of Jingtian believed that the internal chaos of the eight hundred sects would stop there.

Because Liancheng Jue is a bystander.

Because they are all bystanders.

No one knows better than them that there are more than the Tianlong and Tian Demon who covet the position of the Holy Lord and try to command the eight hundred sects!

The other stars were just afraid of these two people's advanced cultivation and were willing to retreat behind.

If the Saint Sacrifice Ceremony is in a loss, the Dragon Star and the Demon Star will both suffer. As their supporters, the other stars will take the opportunity without hesitation. At that time, the eight hundred sects will be very likely to be divided into pieces every night.

And this is definitely not the scene that Lianchengjue and your junior brothers and sisters are willing to see.

They were born in Xingchuan and grew up in Xingchuan. The statue of the god in the temple is a belief that has never fallen since childhood, and the eight hundred sects are a beautiful and harmonious home.

They will not watch the beautiful home in their memory follow the footsteps of the Bodhi Academy and get rid of the world.

So they gave their all and let it go this time!

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There is a painting under the starry sky.

It was among the Yuxiu River, which was surrounded by the 800 sects, under the ninth Star River.

There is a towering ancient tree in the painting, a square stone table, four stone benches, and seven young people with prominent identities and dignity.

When two figures walked side by side from the forest and walked under the ancient tree, the seven silent young men gathered together and saluted the two who were walking towards them.

King Junzeyu of Dongchu, who was already one person, returned the favor humbly.

Then he took a few more steps, turned around, and stood with all the brothers and brothers to meet Liancheng Jue.

The eldest brother Lian Chengjue, the first disciple of the three generations of Tiandong, nodded.

He clasped his fists solemnly: "Tomorrow will be the holy sacrifice ceremony, and the future fortunes of the eight hundred sects depend on you junior brothers!"

Jun Zeyu under the ninth constellation, Giant Spirit under the second constellation, Mulang Xiejun under the fourth constellation, Xiaowu under the fifth constellation, Ye Xichao under the sixth constellation, Dugu Wanqian under the seventh constellation, Greedy Wolf under the eleventh constellation, and still have a life of death

The Qiao brothers and sisters of Bodhi Academy disguised themselves as their common disciples... The eight of them swore in unison: "We must advance and retreat with our senior brother!"

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