The old man was enduring, waiting, waiting for the eldest grandson of the first wife to exhaust his life to enter the realm of immortals from the side door! Xuanyuan Dapan's Celestial State was achieved step by step. As long as his meridians were not depleted, his Sea of Qi would not be exhausted. However, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who was determined to destroy his sect, was different. Taking a shortcut was like building a pavilion in the sky. No matter how majestic it looked when it was built, there would be a moment when it would collapse. Xuanyuan Pan took a deep breath. His chest and abdomen were burning with pain. It had been many years since he had encountered such a terrifying injury to his heart. It had been so long that he had almost forgotten about this pain. The last time was when he competed with Qi Xuanzhen on the Demon Slaying Platform. As for Gu Jiantang and the others, their so-called loss was only in a move or two. Since they did not fight to the death, Xuanyuan Pan's loss was not considered tragic.
Xuanyuan Pan was about to take the time to adjust his breath when Xuanyuan Jingcheng leisurely appeared in front of him. He heard the grandson of the Confucian Sage say softly, "Although it is difficult to climb, it can reach Kunlun. Falling from evil is useless in Kunlun. Old Ancestor, you should read those books that you think are useless. Martial arts can be cultivated from secret manuals. To reach the Celestial State, it is not something that can be accumulated from hundreds or thousands of martial arts secret manuals. "
Xuanyuan Pan said ferociously, "You think you are worthy to talk to me about principles?!"
Blood no longer seeped out of Xuanyuan Jing Cheng's seven orifices. Instead, it flowed out. It was no longer scarlet, but a shocking black. However, this Confucian scholar's expression was still calm. Xuanyuan Pan swept out with his foot, and he stepped on Ancestor Hui Shan's knee, causing him to fall to the ground pathetically, crashing into the rain.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng smiled and said, "Xuanyuan Jingcheng is talking to you. Old Ancestor, you can naturally ignore it. But now that an immortal is talking to you, why are you still so arrogant and ignorant? "
A thick bolt of lightning struck where Xuanyuan Pan landed. Fortunately, the latter sensed it and rolled without caring about his identity, barely escaping the disaster.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng was dumbfounded and his lips trembled.
The ancient sword at Xuanyuan Guoqi's waist did not dare to make any sound, fearing that it would cause an unpredictable disaster.
Pull one hair and the whole body will be affected.
Heaven's secrets. The more powerful a person was, the more they could manipulate heaven and earth. Xuanyuan Guoqi was well aware that on the snowfield of Mount Hui, he was the one who was most likely to be affected by the aftermath of the catastrophe.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng coughed a few times. It was supposed to be very light, but it sounded exceptionally sharp in the ears of the experts present.
Xuanyuan Dandan was overjoyed. His figure flashed straight away, no longer wanting to fight to the death. He only wanted to increase the distance between him and Xuanyuan Jingcheng, the farther the better.
How could something like face compare to the most important thing, life?
Xuanyuan Jingcheng did not chase after him. He looked at the entrance of the Great Snow Field and did not see that familiar figure. His eyes dimmed slightly. He covered his mouth and turned to look at Xuanyuan Ancestor. He asked indifferently, "Do you have any last words for the descendants of Mount Hui?"
Xuanyuan Pan pretended to be deep in thought to stall for time.
To be honest, Hsu Fengnian admired Xuanyuan Dandan's shamelessness. As the high and mighty Ancestor of Mount Hui, he was also one of the top few figures in the entire Jianghu. However, he kidnapped people for Dual Cultivation and took people's wives and daughters. When he was at a disadvantage, he did not care about his status at all. Needless to say, his martial arts skills were even more impressive. Just as His Royal Highness's imagination was running wild, the middle-aged scholar called Confucian Sage by the old God of Swords suddenly looked over. Hsu Fengnian's body suddenly froze. However, for some reason, the old man wearing the sheepskin fur coat ignored him. Instead, he just stared blankly at the Demon Slaying Platform on Mount Longhu, leaving behind a not-so-tall figure.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng looked at His Royal Highness. He coughed and said intermittently, "After dealing with the family matters, Xuanyuan Jingcheng will talk to Qingfeng about his martial arts experience. In the future, she will pass it on to you as a reward for His Royal Highness taking the risk to come up the mountain today. It's a pity that I won't have the chance to invite Your Highness to drink a pot of osmanthus wine. Qingfeng's method of warming wine is excellent. "
Xuanyuan Jingcheng looked at Xu Longxiang again. There was admiration in his eyes. "What a good saying. Li Baiyi won't be lonely anymore from the Two Zen Temples. Here, Xuanyuan Jingcheng will say one more thing. Little Prince, you shouldn't enter the Celestial Phenomenon State so easily. After entering the Celestial Phenomenon State, you will be invincible. You have to know that once you enter the Celestial Phenomenon State, you will have to resonate with heaven and earth. An ordinary man with a jade ring will only be attacked by thieves.
Hsu Fengnian said respectfully, "Hsu Fengnian thanks Mister for the guidance."
Xuanyuan Jingcheng nodded and then said to Xuanyuan Guoqi. However, he didn't turn his head to look at him. He said indifferently and calmly, "Father, please leave the mountain. You can never enter the mountain again in this life."
Xuanyuan Guoqi was so angry that he laughed. "You?!"
At this moment, Xuanyuan Jingcheng was killed on the spot by the two guests behind him.
Xuanyuan Guoqi was stunned.
Huang Fangfo had a good relationship with his son. Everyone in Mount Hui knew that they had a good relationship. But when did Hong Yuu get to know Xuanyuan Jingcheng?!
Xuanyuan Jingcheng coughed violently. "Hong Yuu's martial arts cultivation today was all because of me. Xuanyuan Jingcheng isn't a bookworm. He wouldn't have just studied there for twenty years. "
Xuanyuan Guoqi's heart was dead.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng waved his hand at the two guests. "Send him down the mountain."
Xuanyuan Guoqi was furious. He gritted his teeth and sneered. "With just them?"
Xuanyuan Jingcheng smiled faintly. "I knew it would be like this."
Xuanyuan Jingcheng lowered his head and looked at his chest that was dyed red and black by blood. Dark clouds covered the sky above the snowfield. A huge and strange vortex appeared and covered the entire Mount Zhaoyao.
This strange phenomenon was only a hair's breadth away from Qi Xuanzhen's ascension.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng slowly knelt down and said loudly, "The heavens carry thousands of phenomena, the earth carries all living things, the heavens and earth empress, Xuanyuan Jingcheng kneels to the heavens and earth, begging for death!"
"Xuanyuan Jingcheng begs for death!"
Xuanyuan Jingcheng's voice echoed.
Not to mention Mount Huiniu and Mount Huiniu, even the nearly ten thousand Taoists of Mount Longhu could hear it clearly.
The heavens and earth moved.
Xuanyuan Guoqi's expression was almost desperate. He unsheathed his simple ancient sword and flew out of the snowfield cliff, his figure flitting away in a panic.
At the same time, something poured down.
It was a bolt of purple lightning.
It was as thick as a mountain peak.
Apart from Xuanyuan Qingfeng's small piece of land, it was as if no matter how turbulent the world was, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, as a father, would protect a quiet and stable place before his death.
The old God of Swords brought Hsu Fengnian, Xu Longxiang, and Blue Bird, who were holding umbrellas, and floated out of the snowfield.
Xuanyuan Pan wanted to jump off the snowfield, but was forcibly pulled back into the purple lightning pillar.
Heavenly tribulation.
It flashed and disappeared.
On the vast snowfield, there was no sound of thunder, only wind and rain. In the end, only Xuanyuan Qingfeng was left. He truly stood alone.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng and Xuanyuan Pan perished together. Not even their corpses were left. Not even ashes were left.
After Xuanyuan Qingfeng recovered from his daze, he let out a heart-wrenching, hoarse cry and collapsed in the rain.
Hsu Fengnian slowly walked back to the snowfield, all sorts of feelings welling up in his heart.
He saw Xuanyuan Qingfeng curled up there and sobbing.
Hsu Fengnian sighed and walked over to hold the umbrella for her. It wasn't for her, but because of what Xuanyuan Jingcheng had done, Hsu Fengnian deserved to do this for the daughter of the Confucian Sage.
The rain was still pouring heavily.
She didn't get up, so Hsu Fengnian held the umbrella the whole time.
The old God of Swords, Li Chungang, stared at this scene with wide eyes.
Then, his eyes dimmed with loneliness, reminiscence, and reminiscence.
That year, when he carried that girl up the Evil Slaying Platform, it was also raining heavily, and he also held the umbrella.
The world didn't know that this God of Swords had been wronged by Qi Xuanzhu. It didn't matter that the wooden horse and ox were broken, nor did it matter that he was left with only one arm. These weren't the reasons for Li Chungang's great drop in cultivation. Even after being trapped under the Tide-listening Pavilion for twenty years, Li Chungang still couldn't walk out of his own prison.
She was already invincible in the world, so what about herself?
Li Chungang remembered her face when she died. At that time, she couldn't say a single word. But now that he thought about it, wasn't it just 'no regrets'?!
Li Chungang walked to the edge of the snowfield. Behind him was a man and a woman holding an umbrella, just like the scene between him and the green-robed girl.
When her chest was pierced by a sword, she said with a pale smile, "If the heavens didn't give birth to you, Li Chungang, it would be boring."
Li Chungang shouted, "Swords, come!"
All the swordsmen of Mount Insignia unsheathed their swords and flew toward the snowfield.
The Daoists of Mount Longhu unsheathed their thousands of peach wood swords and flew toward Bull Mound.
Two waves of flying swords.
They blotted out the sun.
On this day, God of Swords, Li Chungang once again entered the realm of a land sword immortal.
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