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  In the courtyard, there was a flash of sword light, and four visions rose around it, spring rain, summer, fallen leaves, and winter snow.

boom!

  The sword light pierced through the earth, leaving a small hole thousands of feet deep.

   "As expected of a Taoist weapon, it increases the power of the Four Seasons Sword Art." Chen Shen looked at the sword in his hand.

  This sword is named Fanhua, the sword is three feet long, the whole body is white, and the edge close to the hilt is dotted with a few cherry red plum blossoms, presumably it was made for a female practitioner.

  Well, he gave Mu Xiaojin the battle ax and used the flowers himself.

  Without him, Chen Shen has practiced so far, and he is best at practicing swords, and he is naturally stronger with Dao swords.

   Chi!

  He slightly unsealed the Dao Artifact, and a powerful rule suddenly emerged, like a small flame, but it exuded an extremely terrifying atmosphere. In a trance, the surrounding space was affected, and there were faint traces of fragmentation.

  Om.

  The fire-like rules are vivid, as if they have the color of life, jumping up and down, it is surrounded by Dao Yun, and it looks shining.

  Boom!

  Suddenly, the rules of the fire light began to fall, as if the life had come to an end, one strand after another fell, and in a blink of an eye, the fire light was half lost, and there was incompleteness.

   "Time corrupts everything, and the Mahayana Taoist vessels are coming to an end." Chen Shen whispered.

   "Can I make up for the power of the Dao Dao with the Unrivaled Law?" He had a sudden thought, and quickly shook his head lightly.

  This sword avenue is not something he is good at, and the imprint of the avenue has already been eroded into disrepair, unless the main body of the avenue is pulled over.

  However, he tried it a long time ago, and the unknown thing suspected of being the main body of the Dao was very alert, and it flashed by many times, and never let him approach again.

boom!

   While he was thinking, the wind blew his long hair, and there was an aurora passing by his ear, and then, a huge explosion sounded from the distant land.

   "Ah! Junior brother, I'm sorry, I didn't grasp the strength well." Mu Xiaojin walked over with a look of surprise, carrying a big ax on her slender body.

  She is also adapting to Dao weapon, but it is obvious that her strength does not match the weapon, it is difficult to control, even the ax is difficult to lift, and she often blush.

  Then, the husband and wife each brandished the Taoist artifacts for a few days, and both retreated.

   At this time, more than half a month has passed since Ning Tian was assassinated.

  After the voices of several great immortal sects, they did not move too much, but almost all the super geniuses under the sect returned to the sect.

   Misty didn't take any further action, just like a normal person, the melon-eaters who were waiting to watch the excitement expressed their disappointment.

   "It's a pity that I didn't get to see Dujie Wushuang's demeanor." Some people feel regretful, since the Misty Sect has a strong support, why not go crazy and turn the world upside down.

   "As long as you watch the excitement, you don't think it's a big deal. If the world is turned upside down, there will be millions of dead bodies, a purgatory on earth, and then don't cry looking for your parents."

   "It doesn't matter, I will make a move."

   "." Everyone.

   In this way, time passed, and thirty years passed in a blink of an eye.

  Thirty years have been very peaceful, as if the killing of geniuses has never happened, all the immortal sects are in harmony.

  But everyone knows that this is just the calm before the storm.

  Akihito five hundred and seventy-one year autumn.

  Boom!

  To the east of the Southern Territory, there was a monstrous fluctuation in a fairy land. Several ethereal geniuses were attacked, and it was Shuigu who hijacked the Taoist weapon again.

This time, Misty Immortal Sect had already prepared for it. A mysterious cultivator with a hazy face and wearing a black robe appeared, and the supreme sword light appeared. flight.

   "Dujie Wushuang!" Someone exclaimed, and the rumored Tianpin Dujie made another move thirty years ago.

   Sure enough, as guessed, powerful and terrifying, but it seems to be very low-key, except for two shots, there are no other traces.

   "This is a test. I want to know whether the rumored Du Jie Wushuang is on the side of Misty Sect. Everything is true, but this is the second provocation, and it will turn the world upside down!"

   Some people calmly analyzed it, thinking that this was a temptation from the great immortal sects, and wanted to know the attitude of that Dujie Wushuang, and the result came out, but this move may make Misty crazy.

  Unexpectedly, Piao Miao didn't do anything, but exposed the assassinated Du Jie's body in front of the mountain gate, together with his Taoist weapon.

  On the top of a fairy mountain, in a quaint attic, several people are sitting.

   "The old ancestor has suffered a lot. He has ruled the world for thousands of years, is famous all over the world, and has five hundred years of life. In the end, he has to use the Taoist artifact to pretend to be another person."

  On the long table, a young monk sighed.

   "No way, I can't stop these Xiaoxiao teaming up, I can only use the prestige of that Dujie Wushuang to frighten them and buy time." Another person said.

   "So, those people will not dare to make small moves for a long time." She sighed again.

  This move is really helpless. The fairy sects in the Northern Territory will never allow her to grow up, and there will definitely be temptations.

Snapped!

  Ning Tian jumped up against the case, and shouted: "If I am going to cross the catastrophe, why should I be afraid of these small children? Why do I need my ancestors to die and borrow the name of others."

   "In order to create the illusion that I am walking with Misty, I really worked hard." Wuyuan, Chen Shen looked into the distance and said.

  He didn't pay much attention, turned around and went back to the room to retreat, his cultivation base was about to break through.

   In the twinkling of an eye, time passed amid speculation and discussions among all parties.

  The next year, everything was calm.

   However, the Crossing Tribulation Wushuang Breakthrough, which is pursued by the world, has been upgraded to the fourth level of Crossing Tribulation.

  Boom!

  Chen Shen is like the sun in the sky, his eyes are shining brightly, the whole body is flowing, the law is humming, and if a little air is leaked, it will be like a stormy sea, making the space show signs of instability.

   Then, he restrained all his breath, left the house, and went to the imperial tomb.

  Today the Golden Scale Tomb is opened, and a holy master is still needed to sit down and discuss the Tao.

   "Zhang Ping?" He frowned when he saw a figure in the sky above the Lun Dojo.

  Years have passed, and the other party has become a saint.

  Actually, with the opponent's talent, Jinlin was already the end point, but Zhang Ping no longer put pressure on himself, and after he underestimated the realm of the saint master, he had a big harvest, and was promoted to the emperor's mausoleum saint master ten years ago.

   It's unintentional.

  "Zhang Daoyou." Chen Shen walked up and greeted, and the other party nodded slightly.

  After that, the two didn't communicate with each other again. Since Duan Li's incident happened, the relationship between them has indeed weakened.

  Chen Shen will greet each other when he meets, but only when he nods, while Shi Can will directly shake his face.

  After the discussion, he went to visit the old sage master Yu Qing, who had reached the end of his life, and his lifespan was only less than two hundred years old.

  Two hundred years is a long time, two lifetimes for mortals, but for monks, it is fleeting.

  Chen Shen respected this old senior very much, and he was afraid that the other party would fail when he was retreating. Basically, he would visit him every time he left the retreat.

  This mediocre talent relied on time to get up little by little. He returned to the void for three thousand years, and when he became a saint, he was already more than 2,500 years old.

   "Xiao Chen, you are here again." Yu Qing was old and out of shape, when she smiled, her face was covered with wrinkles.

   "And me!" Shi Can said, not only Chen Shen came, but also this one.

   Then, Yu Qing asked the servants to cook a table of delicious dishes, and the three holy masters sat and discussed, chatting happily over wine.

   On the second day, Chen Shen began to refine Taoist tools.

  Although there is a Dao weapon close by, the power of the Dao on it is used less once and only used at critical moments. In general, it is better to refine more incomplete Dao weapons for self-defense.

   Fifteen years later, Akihito was five hundred and eighty-seven years old.

   After refining a total of five incomplete Taoist artifacts, Chen Shen stopped and went to visit Yu Qing again, and then began to retreat to improve his cultivation.

  Time flies like a white horse, and the cicadas sing for so many autumns.

   In a blink of an eye, it came to the 641st year of Mingren, and the once-in-a-century Fairy Fair was held again.

  But this time, the imperial city was a bit depressed, not as lively as before.

  When the grand event comes, the interception incident a hundred years ago seems to be still vivid, and people will always mention it.

   "It is true that people from the various immortal sects participated this time, but each of them has only a few geniuses, not even monks with top-grade spiritual roots." Someone sighed softly.

   "It was supposed to be a grand event for the Tianjiao, but due to the assassination tragedy, all the immortal sects became cautious and did not dare to send out super geniuses."

   This time, the discussion ended with Daxia taking the top spot. Many people felt regretful that they could not see the world's arrogance competing for the top.

  Boom!

  In the seven hundred and sixty-third year of Mingren, there was a low-pitched sound from the imperial mausoleum.

  A generation of saints, Yu Qing has fallen!

   "Senior, have a good journey." Chen Shen kissed the spirit, and beside him was the Heavenly Venerable Li Wu who also stroked the spirit.

  In the imperial mausoleum, they are among the people closest to Yu Qing.

   Everyone mourned in silence in front of his tomb. This is a broad-minded old saint who loves to support younger generations. There are many luck masters like Chen Shen who have received his guidance in the imperial tomb.

  Li Wu leaned against Yu Qing's stele, holding a jug in his hand, his eyes were extremely red and swollen.

"Senior Li doesn't need to be like this. Some people, we often regret seeing them less once, but why can't we see them more once? In the last days of Senior Yu, you were the one who accompanied you the most, so there should be no regrets." Chen Shen comforted. .

boom!

  Ten years later, Chen Shen broke through the level, and his cultivation level went a step further. His cultivation level reached the sixth floor of the tribulation, and he became stronger and stronger.

  He felt that he was really invincible in the world.

"Don't be complacent. I am invincible for the monks in the world only by their own strength, but with a Taoist weapon lying on top of them and a flower in their hands, they will definitely not be able to be truly invincible. Although there is no news about the Nine Dragon Sword, I think it must have fallen into someone. in the hands of individuals."

  Chen Shen introspected again, suppressing the thoughts of expansion.

  Boom!

  In the seven hundred and seventy-sixth year of Mingren, in the land east of the Southern Region, another **** massacre was staged in the territory of Misty Immortal Sect.

  This time it was a bustling city, and the misty monk who was recruiting disciples was bombarded and killed with a Taoist weapon.

   On that day, thousands of monks died in battle.

   "It seems that the immortal sects can't hold back anymore." After hearing the news, countless people were shocked.

  Compared to the past, this time is more serious, because many immortal seedlings who have not stepped into the path of cultivation have almost all died, which can be regarded as a tragic death in the game between the two sides.

   "How insidious, instead of attacking advanced monks, they came to kill some ordinary people." Some people were also angry.

  I think the culprit behind the scenes this time is too much.

   "Bai Ling can become a catastrophe in five hundred years. Although his strength is not as good as me at that time, he can still be called invincible, but these immortals can't wait any longer." Wuyuan, Chen Shen said softly after learning the news.

  Even if Misty Immortal Sect makes use of his unrivaled prestige of crossing the catastrophe, the rest of the immortal sects will choose to fight again, and it will definitely happen before Bai Ling crosses the catastrophe.

  Three years later, more than 10,000 monks under the Nascent Soul were bombarded and killed in a part of the Northern Territory.

  It was a dojo of the Taoist sect, and it was secretly organizing junior training, but it was wiped out by the monk Yidujie.

   "The contest between the two sides is about to be brought to the fore." Many people commented.

  This time it was by no means as simple as it used to be. Both sides had their own responses, and it was only a matter of tearing off the film and officially starting the war.

  After that, very few of the world's arrogant came out to practice, and even the top-rank spiritual root monks of various immortal sects dared not go out.

  In the eight hundred and thirteenth year of Mingren, a huge spiritual mine in Misty Immortal Sect collapsed, and hundreds of miners who had no time to escape were buried alive.

   "Originally, it was just killing geniuses, but now even the industry is also under attack." Someone sighed.

  A huge disaster is coming, and it will definitely collapse when the time comes.

  In the 820th year of Mingren, the entrance to a secret realm of Taiyi Sect was destroyed, the secret realm was shattered, and two thousand monks who experienced it died.

  Twenty-one years later, the Centennial Fairy Fair was held again, but this time it was still deserted, only Da Xia was entertaining himself.

  In a certain place in the Northern Territory, the sounds of immortals are curling up here, the rays of the sun are flying, and in the distance in the purple bamboo forest, in a pavilion, there are several bigwigs drinking tea.

   "The cultivator Bai Ling is a bit of a monster. It is rumored that she defeated Chu Yuyan in the same realm back then. She is probably better than ordinary Wushuang. If she is allowed to enter the tribulation, I will be in danger!" said a big man.

"It is estimated that she still has more than a hundred years to complete the tribulation, but we can't wait. Even if Misty now has Wushuang, we have to fight again. Our immortal sects have joined forces to complete so many tribulations. Are you afraid A Wushuang?"

   "I can't wait any longer, I can't give them a hundred years!"

  Boom boom boom!

  In the eight hundred and sixty years of Mingren, the mighty army of the four superpowers of Daozong, Taiyimen, Xianjianzong, and Daxia set out, pointing their swords at the misty fairy mountains!

  There is no reason, and no reason is needed.

  The situation of the two sides over the years is well known to everyone. Although the membrane has not been pierced, even a three-year-old child knows that the war is coming.

  Since that’s the case, let’s go to war, fight him until the sky is dark, blood will flow like a river, and kill him to turn the world upside down.

   In the end, whether it is honored after the misty catastrophe, or whether the major immortal sects still divide the world equally, and the winner will be determined in one battle.

   "The one who should come will still come!" In the sky above Misty, Gu Huairen's face was extremely solemn.

  At this time, Bai Ling appeared beside him holding the kitten.

   "Senior, what's the matter?" Gu Huairen asked.

   "He said..." Bai Ling said: "There are five Taoist artifacts, one of which requires three lines, and the time bracelet and Ning Tian's double sword must also be among them, so that Wushuang is willing to make a move."

  Hearing this, Gu Huairen's face was extremely ugly: "He is taking advantage of the fire to rob! Although he is unparalleled in crossing the robbery, he is difficult to resist in the face of the four superpowers joining forces. How dare he ask for such a price?"

   "Who said" Bai Ling replied, paused, and then said:

   "If the four superpowers don't have the Nine Dragon Sword, give him the Piaomiao Zhenzong Dao Weapon, and he can kill all the people in the world!"

   "Fucking shit!" Gu Huairen scolded directly, he absolutely didn't believe it, and felt that Chen Shen must be taking advantage of the fire.

   "Senior, please reject him directly, I don't need someone who takes advantage of the fire!"

   "Oh." Bai Ling sighed, she thought that Chen Shen was indeed too strong, but the other party's request and words made her a little unconfident.

  The crossing of the four superpowers has been completed successfully, definitely over a hundred. Although there are not so many Taoist artifacts, she does not think that Chen Shen can kill so many powerful people by himself.

  She felt that even the owner of the Nine Dragon Sword might not be able to do it.

  Boom!

  In front of the Misty Mountain Gate, densely packed warships descended, and there were so many people that even the Misty cultivators felt their scalps go numb.

  (end of this chapter)