In the distance, the lake and mountains are connected together. The hills are washed by clear snow, slender and clear, mixed with pine and bamboo poles, green and white. Farther away, the ice in the lake begins to melt, with large and small pieces flowing down the water, like It is a piece of broken lens, which reflects the brilliance under the sunlight, and is like the light of a sword unsheathed, with a lingering coldness.
On the lakeside, a treasure ship is parked steadily. On the deck, a female crown wearing a gray robe is meditating. She wears a lotus crown on her head, her hair as black as a waterfall hangs behind her, her forehead is smooth, and her skin is as white as snow. , a pair of slender red phoenix eyes, a pointed chin, and a bit of a foxy look.
The large Taoist robe could not hide his exquisite figure. Looking from behind, he could faintly see two round outlines.
Suddenly, the magic sword beside her trembled slightly, causing her to wake up from her meditation. Her black and white eyes were not amorous, cold and clear. She felt the trembling of the magic sword, and a smile appeared on her pretty face, " Senior brother!"
As she finished speaking, a middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly appeared next to her. He wore a purple gold fish pattern crown on his head, and was dressed in the Eight Trigrams Nine Palaces Immortal Clothes. He was seven feet tall, carried a magic sword on his back, and held a whisk in his hand. He floated out of the dust and looked like an immortal. With the appearance of Feng Dao Gu, he is the Kunlun Taoist priest who came to the capital, Qingxu Zhenren.
This female crown is his fellow disciple, Feifeng Zhenren, who is in the Golden Elixir Dzogchen realm. Because she is the direct descendant of Kunlun, although she has not achieved Nascent Soul, she is also named Zhenren.
"Senior brother, have you recovered from your injury?" When Nu Guan saw Master Qingxu, she first smiled, then the smile on her face faded, and she returned to her cold posture.
"Well, it's been a long time, and it's time to get better." After saying that, Taoist Qingxu stepped away from the treasure ship and came to the lakeside.
Feifeng Zhenren also left the treasure ship. At the same time, he cursed in his hand and golden runes flashed. The treasure ship gradually shrank and became the size of a fist, which she put into the storage ring.
At this moment, at the bottom of the deep lake, a pair of eyes slowly opened. Feeling the fluctuation of mana, it quickly shrank its body and buried its head in the mud, for fear of being discovered.
"I didn't expect that this time the selection of national masters in the Great Zhou Dynasty would bring together so many experts from other worlds. Not only did they not win the position of national masters, they were also injured on the ladder. I really feel unworthy of my master's instructions." Qingxu The Taoist sighed and took back the ring from the dust, and the robes he wore turned into ordinary Taoist robes.
"The battle for the ladder is not about seniority. If it's a battle of skills, how can those people be senior brother's opponents?" Master Feifeng frowned slightly, quite feeling aggrieved for his senior brother.
Master Qingxu shook his head, and a trace of gloom appeared on his face, "Forget it, let's not talk about this. I have not completed the task assigned by the master, and I have no shame in returning to the mountain. You can go back to the master for me." In fact, He thought the same thing in his heart.
He is the direct descendant of Kunlun and the youngest Nascent Soul Master in the history of the world of immortality. Even in the Kunlun Dao Sect, he has a prominent position. However, on the ladder to heaven, he not only lost, but also lost to several people. This made It was hard for him to accept it, but the court had the final say in selecting the national advisor, so he had no choice but to do so.
"Senior brother, you're not going back?" Master Feifeng asked in surprise.
"My cultivation has reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm. If I want to reach the Nascent Soul Realm, I still need opportunities. Even if I return to Kunlun, I will just sit there for a hundred years. I might as well travel around the world and look for opportunities."
Feifeng Zhenxiu frowned even more tightly, "Senior brother, now that the spiritual energy of the outside world is depleting day by day, there is no chance. You'd better go back to Kunlun Mountain with me."
Hearing this, Taoist Qingxu showed a free and easy smile on his face, "Junior sister, you don't understand. If strong spiritual energy can break through, then I would have broken through fifty years ago, instead of still being stuck in Nascent Soul until now." In this realm, if you want to cultivate your soul and survive the catastrophe, you need to rely on opportunities. You can't understand anything by sitting in the mountains, and you can't have the opportunity to come to the door."
"Furthermore, since I came to Kunlun two hundred years ago, I haven't set foot in the human world for a long time. I also want to see what the current world is like. Junior sister, you don't need to persuade me anymore, the master will understand what I mean."
After all, Master Feifeng's face softened, but there was still a worried look in his eyes, "Okay, since senior brother has made the decision, I have nothing to say. Junior sister will set off now and return to Kunlun. Recently, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seems to have changed. Senior brother, you should be more careful."
"Don't worry, if there is any trouble, I will cut it off with one sword." The magic sword danced behind Taoist Qingxu, and the fierce sword light was looming. In the mud at the bottom of the lake, an animal head suddenly opened its eyes, full of fear, and hurriedly slid away He pawed and tried to escape.
However, as soon as it crawled out of the mud, an extremely sharp sword light flashed across it, and its crawling body was split into two halves. Even the hard back armor could not block its sharp edge. In just a moment, it died.
The bright red blood spread in the lake, and the fish in the water swarmed in, constantly devouring the flesh, blood, and essence from the corpse.
It turned out to be an old tortoise.
Taoist Qingxu stretched out his hand, and a crystal clear inner elixir exuding a faint demonic aura flew from the lake into his palm.
"Take this demon pill back and let your uncle refine it. I'll leave first." Throwing the demon pill to his junior sister, Taoist Qingxu stepped on it and disappeared into the light.
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Great Zhou border.
"Boom!"
The roar of horse hooves shook the earth like raindrops, and rushed down the hillside like a furious tide. In the field mixed with mutilated corpses, amidst the crisp sound of howling wolves, a group of elite cavalry appeared on the horizon. They were dressed in black armor and wore The mask only left a pair of sharp eyes exposed, full of evil aura, and the blade in his hand exuded a cold light.
In the tents on the grassland in the distance, figures woke up from their dreams and felt the shaking earth. They didn't have time to pack their things, so they took their children, wife and children and got on their horses and ran away wildly.
"The enemy is coming! Run away!"
The shrill and frightened roars broke the peaceful night. When the figures of the cavalry came into view, those frightened faces instantly turned into despair. Some people ran away, but more people were so scared that they collapsed on the ground and couldn't even move.
"It's them, those devils!"
The voice of despair resounded throughout the camp, and in less than half a cup of tea, the elite cavalry rushed into the camp.
Steering the horse, raising hands, poking and grabbing, all done in one go. The whole movement is smooth and flowing, as if it has been rehearsed countless times.
Every time the gun was pulled back, a body fell.
These people have never thought of resisting, nor can they resist, because the name of this cavalry has long been spread across the border, Ghost Cavalry. These four words represent death and extinction. Their names can stop children from crying at night. It's frightening.
Facing such a cavalry, any resistance is futile. They are like the god of death passing through, constantly harvesting lives. In just half an hour, there was not a single living person in the huge tribe, and only the rich smell of blood filled the air.
"Clean the camp as soon as possible and bring these corpses back!"
"Yes! General!"
