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There are nearly 10,000 demon clans and imperial guards under the Fusang tree, and naturally there are tens of thousands of gazes.

At this moment, every gaze was staring at the half-collapsed Qinglong Giant Hall, near or far, doubting, worried or urgent. However, this silence did not last long, and the Qinglong Giant Hall strangely lost its color.

That is a process.

Golden bricks, yellow curtains, white lacquer steps, carved beams, painted roads and magnificent magnificent... All colors are covered with memory-like gray and white.

It was like a piece of blue smoke and a dark cloud that swallowed the Green Dragon Palace and then invaded the Fusang tree.

So three alien races and the White Tiger Demon General were shrouded, the princess and the old tutors were shrouded on the high platform, and the prime minister Meng and many Yungong guards were shrouded... The countless demon races and people around Sun Moon Lake could not escape.

Even the four giant halls, towering Fusang trees, and even the entire Bailiyun Palace turned gray and white.

The colorless, tasteless and invisible void realm is centered on the Qinglong Hall and stretches within ten miles.

Then the wind rose at the end of the green duckweed, and it swept across the water surface of Sun Moon Lake and rippled, lifted her clothes, lifted her hair, and walked up to the sky, making the Fusom trees rustling.

Someone began to exclaim: "That's a sword."

Inexplicably shrouded in the colorless and tasteless space world, countless people under the Fusom tree were inevitably panicked. This scream immediately attracted all the attention.

People all looked at it and saw a sword appearing in the sky of the Qinglong Giant Palace.

That was the first sword.

The Yi Gate says that one produces two, two produces three, and three produces all things. After the first sword emerges, it is like copying... more and more colorless swords emerge in the void.

It is dense and can no longer be described as specific numbers. Because it is more than a thousand swords, ten thousand swords, or even hundreds of thousands swords.

There are millions of swords floating in the void at the top of the Green Dragon Palace.

The swords hung above people's heads like clouds, and all the people of the demon race were stunned and frightened.

"What is this method?"

The demon clan boy Lin Shierxi was extremely frightened.

Thinking that if he was exposed to a disciple of the Sword Pavilion outside the Sword Forging City, if he was suspended by millions of swords, even ten times more, he would probably have become the unjust souls under the sword.

Also surprised and shocked were Prime Minister Ji Meng and the old tutors, and even the three foreign races with unfathomable cultivation in the first three giant halls, secretly impressed.

In fact, it is not that no one knows the origin of millions of swords.

The princess Huang'er on the Qinglong Kuotai not only knew that millions of swords were from Muyun Sword City, but also knew that the colorless and tasteless space world that covered the ten miles of Yun Palace was Luo Changfeng Ten Miles Sword Forbidden.

The ability of these two people to cooperate in the attack shows that the attack just now did not cause any life-threatening injuries to the two of them.

She was also a little relieved.

Huang'er took a deep breath, calmed down and narrowed her eyes slightly.

At this moment, the millions of swords hanging above the Qinglong Giant Hall suddenly moved.

It seemed as if the strong wind blew the hanging sword, and the sword began to sway and began to tremble.

Immediately afterwards, a low and hoarse sword sound came from the semi-collapsed Qinglong Hall and fell into the ears of the demon clan. Millions of swords were summoned, and finally the mighty and powerful swords were like a splashing sword, and they all shot towards the Qinglong.

The giant palace stabs!

In an instant, a cloud of smoke and dust rose from the ruins!

...

After Bai Zhiqiu, a saint who has been practicing for five hundred years, left the broken world of Mirror Zhongyuan, he appeared on a street in the southern border town of the Zhongzhou Imperial League.

He was in a white robe, white-haired fairy-like manner, and he was still holding the book he brought from the backyard of Longmen Inn in his hand.

He walked to a tea shop and ordered a bowl of tea. When the tea shop owner collected the bowl and turned around, he had walked dozens of miles away.

He was obviously walking leisurely, but the earth and mountains beneath his feet were rushing to crowd at his feet.

There was a river in front of him. He raised his foot and fell down, not crossing the river, but crossing a mountain and river. After more than ten breaths, he appeared silently in front of Qizhan Tea House.

The guard guard looked at the old man in white robe, and felt suspicious and couldn't help but exclaim.

As the leading merchants in Tiannan, Qizhan Tea House has seen many people of all kinds, although they are guarding the gate. However, what I saw and heard in my life, I couldn’t find anyone in my mind that could be with this white robe.

The old man who has a unique temperament is comparable to the world.

Bai Zhiqiu seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, smiled at the two surprised guards and left with their hands behind their backs.

He took another step and stepped out of the city.

The two guards in front of the door rubbed their eyes in surprise.

Naturally, they could no longer see Bai Zhiqiu's back, even if they ran out of the city, because Bai Zhiqiu had arrived at the foot of the six hundred miles of Jueyun Ridge in the moment.

Jiang Manlou first discovered the figure in white.

He patted his cheek in disbelief, then stood up in a daze: "Former, senior?"

Mo Xiangqi and Yue turned around and were shocked.

The white-clothed sword frowned slightly. He didn't know Bai Zhiqiu, but he was very scared that the latter could not see the strength of his cultivation as deep as Wang Yang.

Baiyi Jianfu Chen asked, "He is..."

Jiang Manlou swallowed: "The person who can fight against the demon emperor at his peak."

Two words suddenly burst out from the sword and swelled in my mind.

saint!

Mo Xiangqi couldn't wait to ask, "Senior, my grandfather..."

The gentleman Bai Zhiqiu, who was carrying his hands and holding a book of miscellaneous talks, touched Mo Xiangqiu's head. His expression was somewhat similar to that of the old man Tianji in the past: "Don't worry for now."

Bai Zhiqiu raised his head and looked at Jueyunling: "I'll go and meet old friends for a while."

His voice had not completely dissipated, and his back was gone.

Looking around today, there are really few old friends in the world who can make Bai Zhiqiu call him an old friend and are worth walking hundreds of thousands of miles to meet for a while.

Perhaps there is no one else except the demon emperor who was unable to be killed with Emperor Yutian in the Emperor's Mausoleum ten years ago.

Bai Zhiqiu appeared under the gate of Baili Yun Palace with his hands on his back. Looking at the magnificent Yun Palace that has remained the same for thousands of years, he felt a lot of emotion.

He walked towards the city gate.

The leader of the Giant Spirit Clan and countless people around him were shocked and suspicious.

The guards on the top of the city looked bad, so they quickly directed the crossbowman to warn: "Who is coming? Stop quickly!"

Bai Zhiqiu ignored it because the Yun Palace guards had not had time to shoot arrows, so he had already appeared in front of the Vermillion Bird Gate of the Four Elephant Palace.

The leader of Qinghong Luan Guard, Yin You and Gong Sha, who had just sneaked in, suddenly noticed someone behind him. The two of them turned around, but found that there was nothing, and frowned in confusion.

Bai Zhiqiu was like a breeze floating across countless people's eyes, and then he appeared and stood under the Qinglongkuo Tower.

No one noticed him. Like all the demons around Sun Moon Lake, he was also holding his head up as the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and countless ruins of the Green Dragon Palace with swords inserted into them appeared.

...

Finally the smoke and dust disappeared.

Two figures standing side by side in the ruins like Jianshan.

Luo Changfeng and Mu Yun Jiancheng looked a little embarrassed.

The two of them looked at a certain direction in the ruins together, and never dared to relax.

There was silence under the Fuso tree.