"Opening the sky with one sword will definitely consume a lot of cultivation, and I am under the eyes of Heavenly Dao, so I probably won't be able to withstand the suppression..."
The old man with a face like cast iron showed his white teeth, "But so what? It's just death! I, Meng Jiu, have lived in Nanshan like a turtle until today. I am not even afraid of such a humiliating and mediocre way of living. What are you afraid of dying?"
Qiu Jin once had his sword's heart covered in dust due to the failure of Kaitian. He stayed in a hut in the countryside of Jiangnan Road for ten years before his sword's heart became clear again and he had the courage to "come out of seclusion".
And now.
This old charcoal seller, who had lived in seclusion for many years, and whose sword was already reduced to ashes, just glanced at the only sword of his old enemy, and his sword was revived.
Sword God, return to the world!
With a smile on his face, Meng Jiu looked at the man with yellow hair and the master of the divine sword and asked, "Are you afraid of death?"
Qiu Jin shook his head, but nodded again, and said bluntly: "Senior, I'm not afraid of dying in battle, I'm just afraid... of dying in an unworthy manner."
Meng Jiu stood up, walked over, and patted the yellow-haired man on the shoulder, "The ancients said that death is inevitable for everyone, and it may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather."
Under the attention of Qiu Jin and Ling Zhen, the old man walked out of the house. When he reached the door, he said loudly: "If I die in this thatched house, I will be lighter than a feather; if I die under the heavy crushing of heaven, Come on, that’s heavier than Mount Tai!”
Ling, Qiu, and the princess of the Western Region Ye Yiran, the three of them hurriedly chased away.
When the three of them arrived at the door of the thatched cottage, the tall and thin old man had turned into a dazzling sword light and headed straight to the north.
The strongest swordsman under the Emperor of Heaven, the "Sword God" with the strongest swordsmanship in heaven and in the world, has integrated his own soul with his sword.
Meng Jiu is Wuji.
Wuji is also Meng Jiu.
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On this day, an old man nicknamed "The Sword God" came to Fuxiao City, the capital of the Longshu Dynasty, alone with a wish to die.
There are hundreds of Fulong monks.
There are martial arts warriors, thousands of them.
There are Yulin Forbidden Army, tens of thousands of people.
Tens of thousands of strong men came out, but none could stop the old man who was as sharp as a sword.
In front of the palace hall, Wang Tianlu, "Fuxiao's first city-protecting general", was as famous as Lierou.
With the blessing of the essence of that "royal formation", the old man's forward momentum was barely stopped.
The thin black old man in a brown mandarin jacket stopped and stood majestically on the square.
The old man was speechless.
In an instant, a brilliant giant lightsaber appeared between heaven and earth.
The sword power is at its peak, and Wang Tianlu can be regarded as a powerful person in the Supreme Realm in the royal defense formation.
It was so heavy that I couldn't even lift my head.
At this moment, a loud voice belonging to an old man suddenly resounded through the sky: "Today, I, Meng Jiu, will open the Heavenly Gate again!"
It’s not just Fuxiao City, it’s not just the Longshu Dynasty in the Central Plains, it’s the entire world of men, women, old and young.
Everyone was shocked when they heard this - Meng Jiu wants to open the sky? !
The giant sword fell, and a ravine tens of thousands of miles wide opened in the sky, and countless bright golden lights fell on the world.
Those are all opportunities of heaven.
After Xuanyuan Huangdi, Taigong Jiang Shang, and Dugu Shisan.
There is a sword god Meng Jiu in the world, opening the sky for the fourth time!
The old man looked at the western sky in the distance, his face was full of spring breeze, and he was smiling so much that he could hardly close his mouth from ear to ear.
He said loudly and happily: "Dugu Shisan, I can't lose to you!"
Meng Jiu looked towards the south again and murmured: "Young man named Qiu, if you treat me to a pot of wine, I will give you a chance."
After Meng Jiu transferred the Tianmen Qi he had obtained into Qiu Jin's body, he took a step forward.
step.
That is to say, entering the realm of "transcendence".
The old man wants to cross the gate of heaven!
There were tens of thousands of immortal gods standing on the gate of heaven, overlooking the black and thin old man. The gods sternly scolded: "How can you do such a rebellious and unethical thing?!"
"Meng Jiu, you are asking for death!"
"audacious in the extreme!"
"Quickly exhaust your cultivation, otherwise your life will end in an instant!"
The sword god surnamed Meng raised the corners of his mouth, pointed to the sky, and said in a contemptuous tone: "You incompetent and incompetent gods, even if you live for tens of millions of years, how can you defeat my sword? Now, I am invincible in the sky and the world. You Even one of my toes can't compare to one of mine. How dare a guy with a life as cheap as an ant dare to talk here?"
This is the first time a mortal person compares an immortal to an ant.
The gods in the heavens, including the Emperor of Heaven, were all furious with thunder.
A voice said loudly with an unquestionable tone: "I will give you one last chance, give up, and you will survive!"
Meng Jiu sneered and cursed: "Emperor of Heaven, since I am already at the gate of heaven, why should I give up here?"
Just what the old man said.
The way of heaven is rolling in.
A giant golden palm, which represented the supreme majesty of the fairy world and was condensed from a vast amount of heavenly secrets, poked out from the Tianmen.
He slapped Meng Jiu hard on the body like he was venting his anger.
A Wuji sword to control the Wuji way of heaven.
The entire Fuxiao Imperial City was shrouded in a mysterious golden light.
Inside the cover, all living beings are safe and sound.
Except for the arrogant old man Meng Jiu who regards immortals as ants.
The Wuji Sword disappeared.
The old man's entire body was shattered by the golden palm, his spirit and soul were all wiped out, and his bones were gone!
There is no more "Sword God" in the world.
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Above the sky, thunder bursts.
The "god" who was revered as the master of the immortals and possesses supreme divine power, after the golden palm fell, warned in a voice that could be heard by all mortals: "Whoever dares to overstep the way of heaven again, and thinks so. Crossing the Tianmen in retrograde motion, Meng Jiu's death is a lesson for you!"
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At the entrance of Nanshan thatched house.
Ye Yiran looked at the brilliant golden light that filled the cracks in the sky above his head, his eyes sparkling, and that "majestic body" began to transform into a rich energy.
Like a green dragon, the true energy of life is swimming happily in the body of the princess of the Western Regions.
Ye Yiran's cultivation level showed faint signs of breaking through to the "Sixth Grade Body Furnace Realm"!
After Qiu Jin received the divine blessing gifted by the Sword God, he regained his body as a supreme heavenly dragon, his curly hair became straight, and his color returned to pitch black.
The four most successful techniques of Qiu Jin, namely regulating the breath, entering the sea, divine movement, and breaking the army, have all reached perfection, and their foundation is at its peak!
Qiu and Ye both looked happy. They looked up at the sky, their eyes shining.
And now.
Only the young man in green robe was in a very different state from the other two.
At this moment, Ling Zhen knelt down and hugged his head with both hands, burying his head deeply without showing any expression.
Outside the house door.
The old yellow-skinned dog that Meng Jiu had raised before his death walked slowly to Ling Zhen's heels and licked it.
Then he fell down decadently, as if he had no soft bones.
So, this old yellow dog, plus the one in Qingpao whose character has plummeted.
Here are two old dogs that no longer have the energy to support themselves.
