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Volume 3: Human Skin Coat Chapter 554: Secret

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    [Broadcast] Pay attention to Qidian Reading and get first-hand news about the 515 red envelopes. Students who have not grabbed the red envelopes after the Chinese New Year can show off their skills this time.  ¡ê¡Ø In the past, people came and went in the capital of Gyeonggi, which was full of flowers. But now it is a broken wall. It is rare to see any people on the streets. Even if there is an occasional burst of iron hooves, it is also the coming and going of soldiers patrolling the city.  Galloping, this could not be seen before the prairie cavalry set foot on this land.  If this were left in the past, there would occasionally be soldiers in armor passing by on the streets, and ordinary people would stop in and out. But now, when people see this new thing, they are more afraid, because in this city now  , the easiest thing to find is the corpse.  No one cares about the cavalry with bright armor anymore, and no one cares about whether the people on the tall horses are good-looking and unmarried.  Not to mention the ordinary people in the capital who were searching for the corpses of their relatives in the ruins of the walls, nor the furious emperor who was sitting on the dragon throne, but what was going on on the mountain behind the imperial mausoleum that day?  At this time, there was an old man in white with a jade wine bottle hanging on his waist.  The royal cemetery in front of you is heavily guarded. According to Feng Shui, this is a vital place for the existence of the dynasty. It is also a top priority for the rise and fall of a dynasty.  However, the guards wearing heavy armor seemed to be unable to see the old man, allowing the old man in white to go straight to the mountain tomb.  I don¡¯t know how long it took. The old man in white drank a few sips of the wine in the pot, and stopped to look at the mountains for a while. Then he reached out and touched the wine on his beard, and said "Hey". Then, deep in his eyes,  When he was in full glory, his figure flashed.  But it disappeared.  In the Shiwan Mountains, the morning mist was heavy and had already been penetrated by the sun. The remaining mist could only float slowly in the deep mountains and old forests in the distance.  And on the outer grassland of this hundred thousand mountains.  Groups of monks dressed like cultivators neatly formed a square formation with four corners. Even the casual cultivators who were used to being lazy in the past were actually like this.  "Compared to the fierce formation here, the other side of the Hundred Thousand Mountains is extremely quiet. Not even a gopher can be seen. Only the vast ocean of forest stands there quietly.  But it can make people clearly feel a stern and murderous aura.  Master Qinghong and the masters of various sects stood on the clouds one after another, looking towards the forest sea of ??Shiwanda Mountain with sinking faces, silently.  "Are the masters waiting for the demon army?" After standing there for an unknown length of time, a disciple of the Huayan Sect finally couldn't help but ask his companion beside him.  The man looked up at the scorching sun high in the sky, and rolled his eyes at the person next to him: "Who knows? I don't think those guys from the Monster Clan can fight us head-on with real swords and guns.  . He must have set up a trap in the Shiwan Mountain, waiting for us to come to him!" Just as the monks were talking about it.  Standing above the clouds, Master Qinghong narrowed his eyes slightly, and two cold lights flashed non-stop. After a moment, he sneered and said: "Fellow Taoists, the demon master treats others without courtesy, so there is no need for me to wait.  What are you waiting for? Go down and charge into the Hundred Thousand Mountains!" The last sentence, "Charge into the Hundred Thousand Mountains!" His tone was as cold as the cold wind in the cold winter, and it blew into the ears of almost everyone present.  inside.  As for the masters who stood behind Master Qinghong, they looked at each other for a while.  Then they transmitted the message to the disciples of each sect one after another, and almost at the same time, in this vast world, a cry of killing suddenly exploded between the heaven and the earth like thunder, like the cry of a stormy sea, the sound was endless!  The jasper-colored wine gourd shimmered faintly in the dark underground imperial mausoleum, but it could illuminate the surroundings in front of him. The amber liquid continued to pour into the mouth of the old man in white, and finally he drank.  After taking the last sip, the old man let out a sigh of relief, looked forward to the darkness with an intoxicated face, and said loudly: "Fellow Taoist, do you want to take a sip too?" The dark hall was empty and lifeless.  There was not even the slightest sound to respond to the old man's question, as if the old man was talking to himself here.  Hey, the old man in white held a jade gourd in one hand and pointed to his chest with the other. Suddenly a burst of white light lit up, dazzling like the moon in the nine days. In the coldness, a pure sword intent was faintly exuded, shining directly into the darkness ahead.  at.  There was a chirping sound, and it exploded instantly like exploding beans. Several rounds of light balls like bright moons appeared in the four corners of the hall, and shined brightly, completely destroying the underground imperial mausoleum that was originally invisible.  The photo is bright.  The old man in white didn¡¯t look at the piles of people in the corners around him.There were countless gold and silver treasures, and he didn't even look at the dragon carvings on the stone wall. Instead, he looked straight ahead at the top. On the jade platform where white marble pieces were piled up, a Kowloon gold chair was placed in the middle.  , a human-like person is sitting on it.  The old man in white clothes smiled, narrowed his eyes, looked directly at the two green fires that suddenly lit up opposite him, and walked forward a few steps nonchalantly: "Heaven and earth are only one foot apart, but that's not nonsense."  The green fire burned faintly without any sway, staring closely at the old man in white who was walking leisurely in the courtyard without saying a word.  The old man gently lifted the jade jug, took another sip of wine, and then said: "Back then, that man slashed the Tianmen with one sword, completely destroying it. This move not only severed the connection between heaven and earth, but also  The way to immortality in the human world is cut off. Whenever the sages and seniors think of this, they all feel sad. The elders of our sect have spent countless years just to reopen the Heavenly Gate, but they never expected that the time when they would finally be able to fulfill their long-cherished wish, Xijian Pavilion,  But he is no longer in this world. "The green fire seemed to flicker, but there was still no word. The old man in white didn't care. He smiled and took another step forward. He had already reached the vicinity of the white jade platform and stood up.  After stepping on it, he went up the first step, looked up and said: "Climbing the Heavenly Gate and seeking immortality is the lifelong wish of people in our generation. Why would that person kill the Heavenly Gate with one sword?" It seems that he already knows that sitting in the Nine Dragons  The man on the golden chair, who looked like a human but not a human being, would not answer his own question. The old man in white climbed dozens of steps in a row, and then asked again: "For thousands of years, as a cultivator of my generation, Tianzong  There are countless talents, and the best among them is my lineage of Xijian Pavilion. With the sword pointed at the heavenly gate, countless sages and powerful men have raised their swords to ask for immortality, but they were all knocked down by you. Why is it still silent?  , in the empty underground imperial mausoleum, the figure of the old man in white became more and more dazzling. The swords roared and vibrated out of the old man's body. However, he went up dozens of steps and said loudly: "Since the Tianmen has been destroyed, we can practice Taoism."  As a man, you should open another gate to heaven. With the long-cherished wishes and thoughts of all sentient beings, it is natural for you to fall into the mortal world!" When these four words "of course" were heard, the old man in white burst out with sword intent.  , his body moved, but he was already standing on the white jade stone platform, in front of the Kowloon Golden Chair, the old man in white looked solemn, and faced the opponent directly with murderous intent.  "Heh" The sound came suddenly, like a smile but not a smile, and also like the clanking sound of metal friction, which was extremely weird.  The sword intent of the old man in white suddenly suffocated, but within a breath of time, it burst out again, but there was no change, just like a accumulated "momentum!" "Heaven, earth?" The voice was harsh and high-pitched.  The cry was coming from the man sitting on the Kowloon Golden Chair, and as the eyes of the old man in white flickered, a strange man with four eyes appeared in his eyes.  Xu Lin¡¯s eyes were as calm as water. He had seen countless life and death fights and had also pursued the pleasure of approaching death. However, his face at this moment was calm.  When the blood burst out and bloomed, when the limbs cracked and exploded, and when the hoarse shouts and curses were heard, in Xu Lin's mind, the living lives seemed to fall to the ground.  The shooting star left only a trace that quickly disappeared.  This is life. No matter what kind of respected status or endless wealth you have had, it will eventually disappear into the vast world like the blooming bloody red flower.  Xu Lin looked up at the sky, looking at the ferocious "wound" in the endless sky, filled with spiritual energy, scattered in the world.  "Aren't you going to stir things up?" The voice came from the mouth of Lu Jiaorong beside Xu Lin. At this moment, there was a hint of anxiety on her face, which made Xu Lin chuckle.  Lu Jiaorong looked back at him with an unhappy look on his face, and Xu Lin stopped laughing at the right time and said: "Do you want me to kill everyone, or are you worried about your father?" Lu Jiaorong snorted, and Lu Jiaorong was not angry.  He replied: "My father is the master of Shushan, the best swordsman in the world, Lu Zhennan. I don't believe that someone from a mountain with a hundred thousand people can really kill him." "Oh?" Xu Lin chuckled and said, "Then  Let's just watch first. When they are almost dead, it won't be too late for me to take action." Lu Jiaorong snorted again, but her expression was obviously not very good anymore, because she had already seen the hundred thousand mountains in front of her.  I have been through the most brutal battlefield, with dead people everywhere, and dead people all the time, whether they are human cultivators or demon cultivators, they are all the same in the face of life and death.  Xu Lin looked leisurely, but his eyes were wandering, as if he was looking for something, but he muttered: "What about Wanying?"  ps. For those who are following the update, do you still have free appreciation tickets and starting coins? 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