The First Sword of the Earth

Those people hiding in the dark couldn't help but attack Emperor Qinghua?

When Wang Sheng heard the news, he was wearing big underpants and a pair of sandals, sitting on his sofa in a daze.

Xi Lian led Daoist Lin Qing to come here, so she went to find the network terminal that Wang Sheng just bought a few days ago, and continued to restart her glory of fighting everywhere...

Daoist Qinglin, who is wearing a brand new Taoist robe, is discussing this matter with Wang Sheng at the moment...

Qinglin said: "The news is actually from senior Chunyangzi, who first passed it on to the monks outside the Earth Cultivation Realm, and these juniors took some special magic weapons and sent them back here.

There should be nothing wrong with this matter. "

"Well," Wang Sheng folded his arms and nodded, "How could the sneak attacker leave such a crude loophole?

Maybe on purpose? "

Daoist Qinglin said: "You haven't heard the details of this matter, but the news that came back is very detailed.

At the beginning, Emperor Qinghua was attacked by the Black Emperor of the Immortal Sacred Realm and other great powers, and he was already seriously injured;

When Emperor Qinghua got rid of the pursuit of these masters, the five mysterious masters violently launched an attack, intending to intercept and kill Emperor Qinghua.

These five people really did it, and it is even rumored that there are fluctuations that are suspected to be activated by innate treasures..."

Wang Sheng was a little nervous immediately, "Didn't Emperor Qinghua escape calmly?"

"That's right," Daoist Qinglin sighed softly, his eyes full of regret, "Emperor Qinghua's way of death is really admirable.

This is also the main reason why this battle was spread everywhere.

Just at the very moment, when Emperor Qinghua was about to die, he suddenly killed his true body of the primordial spirit. The true spirit merged into the avenue of death, and he was resurrected together with the avenue of death. It seemed that his cultivation was stronger because of this.

The situation at that time, I don't know how mysterious it should be. "

Wang Sheng said: "Isn't Emperor Qinghua's apricot-yellow flag by his side?"

"No, Emperor Qinghua has appeared several times recently, and the Xinghuang Banner has never been mentioned."

Eighty percent, the emperor left the apricot yellow flag beside the senior sister.

The avenue of death, reversing life and death...

I kill me, I can be resurrected. ——Objectively speaking, this Dao is really too stupid.

Naturally, Emperor Qinghua will be fine if nothing happens...

"The fox's tail, I finally accidentally exposed it this time," Wang Sheng chuckled, "Those two heavenly gods who were rumored to be dead should be able to give some clues to the fairy world."

Daoist Qinglin said in a deep voice: "Feiyu, why did you deceive my patriarch?

According to the news from them, it is said that you were plotted against by a force named Feng Jiu, but we know that it was Senior Chunyangzi who escorted you back.

Could it be that my patriarch... is also an untrustworthy person? "

"It's a bit troublesome to explain this matter," Wang Sheng said apologetically, "Senior, I also have the difficulty of having to do this.

You shouldn't know these things at this time, senior, but I definitely don't distrust senior Wenqu Xingjun.

I am also very grateful to those heavenly gods who protect me.

But the situation is pressing, and this is the only way to go. "

"Forget it," Daoist Qinglin sighed softly, and said with a wry smile, "Pindao has been thinking about this for a while.

But after all, this place is also the hometown of Pindao, and the foundation of Shushan Sword Sect.

Feiyu, if you need manpower, just let me know.

Pindao's life was originally saved by you. "

Wang Sheng smiled, and looked at each other with Daoist Qinglin, understanding each other.

Next to him, a fox fairy in a denim skirt and an off-the-shoulder long-neck sweater quietly passed by. He turned his head and glanced at the two "passionate" men, and rolled his eyes in disgust.

Putting this matter aside, Wang Sheng chatted with Daoist Qinglin for half a day, and heard that the Daoist has been expressing all kinds of changes in the cultivation world and various unusual things in modern life.

Daoist Qinglin understood all kinds of objects as artifacts, and found that at this time and this place, the star is already full of "spiritual treasures";

Lingbao, that is, treasures have spirits.

Those driverless taxis running on the street are indeed in this category.

The most amazing thing is...

This set of theories was also explained clearly by Daoist Qinglin himself.

It is true that the application of artificial intelligence in magic weapons has also been regarded as a feasible way to create "pseudo-spiritual treasures".

Xi Lian took the lead in the study, "You two, I want to order takeaway, do you want it?"

Wang Sheng immediately replied, "Have some wine!"

Qing Lin said with a smile: "Then, let's have some side dishes."

Xi Lian rolled her eyes, took Wang Sheng's cell phone away, and muttered about being poor.

But it can be seen that the eldest sister is actually very happy at this time.

Daoist Qinglin and the two came here, and they really helped Wang Sheng relieve a lot of boredom;

The two talked about the past and the present, and talked about the world with a smile. Wang Sheng revealed the method of raising the sword soul to Taoist Qinglin;

The two of them had nothing to do, and they were dragged by Xilian to form a team to fight in the virtual world together, but one was a handicapped party of the ancients, and the other was unable to respond in time when the soul was absent, so they were verbally educated by Xilian crazily.

Because of the arrival of the two of them, Wang Sheng's boring days became much more interesting.

However, as long as he thinks of them playing here, the endless starry sky and the undercurrents of the fairy world surging wildly, Wang Sheng's heart...

It is very comfortable.

Finally, I can temporarily be a bystander!

Finally, there is no need to be shouted and beaten by everyone as a street rat!

But Wang Sheng quickly remembered that he actually left two loopholes in the endless starry sky.

First, it is naturally the soul lamp exchanged with the senior sister, which can directly prove that he is not dead.

This flaw is actually negligible.

The second is Long Likong, who was subdued by him with the demon-controlling tactic. At this time, Long Likong was as lively as the Lingsheng in the Qiankun Ring, so it was easy to be suspected.

But fortunately, only a few people like Yao Yun and Li Chang know about the secret of controlling demons...

One day, Daoist Qinglin wore earphones, stared at the constantly shaking figures on the screen, held a game controller, and asked in a low voice:

"Feiyu, when are you going to go out again?

Although it is safe here, but because of the big formation of the year wheel, one year here is a hundred years outside, which is not conducive to your practice. "

Wang Sheng smiled, and didn't mention that he was accepting the Dao of Creation, but said: "Wait for the injury to heal."

"By the way, how is your injury?"

"The primordial spirit can't move rashly yet," Wang Sheng yawned, "Continue to practice, and we will play a team match with Eldest Sister later, it's not good for the two of us to keep dragging our feet."

Daoist Qinglin nodded with a smile, and said in admiration, "I didn't expect this little plaything to be so interesting."

Wang Sheng: ...

It seems that it is time to give an opinion to the investigation team and set up a [special anti-addiction system for monks].

Like "you can't play games if you don't become a fairy", "you can't play games if you don't form a golden pill", "how many days of retreat every year, how many hours of game time can you get" and so on.

It is necessary to effectively regulate the behavior of the monks, let the monks work hard, and become the pillars of the guardian of the cultivation world early!

Those stuck in the bottleneck...

If you don't hurry up to practice, what kind of personal entertainment will you engage in!

"Fei Yu! Come out and see!

Xiao Miao is on TV! "

The elder sister's call suddenly came from the living room. Wang Sheng was shocked, thinking that something had happened, he quickly dropped the handle and rushed out.

In the end, it was just a piece of news that was already known a few days ago, and now it is officially announced.

On the projection screen, his own sister, Wang Xiaomiao, was crossing her arms, wearing a light blue uniform, looking ahead, the cloak behind her was fluttering in the wind, and the sky was full of stars above her head.

She raised her left hand and pointed at the starry sky, "Our journey has just begun!"

Behind them, huge shuttle-shaped psychic battleships ignited and took off, slowly heading towards the starry sky.

This is not going to go to war, it is purely for shooting this simple promotional video, and it looks like it is done.

Many of the battleships here have just had their shells, and they don't have the matching psychic cannons and self-propelled mobile arrays, just to fill up the number...

"Wow," Xi Lian's eyes lit up, "Commander of the First Spirit Fleet, so cool!"

Wang Sheng also smiled and narrowed his eyes.

His younger sister is indeed promising, if the Holy Spirit is not himself, but Xiao Miao, then maybe the situation is different now.

Daoist Qinglin called from the study: "Feiyu, your character is almost out of blood!"

"I'm coming!"

Wang Sheng agreed, and ran back quickly, and continued to devote himself to the great cause of level construction with Daoist Qinglin.

...

In the endless starry sky, on a desolate star at the border of the Northern Sky Territory, a fairy palace quietly floats in the sea of ​​magma, but the inside of the fairy palace is unusually cool.

Mu Wanxuan woke up from meditation, looking at the soul lamp beside her, with a little helplessness in her eyes.

Junior brother's injury, I don't know how it is now.

But the Soul of Fate Lamp has never been extinguished, and the flames have long since returned to normal. This is actually evidence of Wang Sheng's recovery from injury.

The imprint on Mu Wanxuan's forehead was almost complete at this time, and the true spirit was almost fully condensed.

"Senior Sister, Master is here."

A reminder from Lin Feiyao came from behind, and Mu Wanxuan looked up;

Emperor Qinghua, who was surrounded by traces of black air, lowered his head and coughed a few times, and walked in from the gate of the palace.

There was still a hundred feet away, and Emperor Qinghua stopped.

His way of death is too strong, and the way of life accepted by Mu Wanxuan is not stable at this time, the two ways are inherently contradictory.

Being too close to Mu Wanxuan now might hurt Mu Wanxuan.

"How's your practice recently?"

"It's okay," Mu Wanxuan replied in a low voice, and saluted with Lin Feiyao.

Emperor Qinghua lowered his head and coughed twice, with a little tiredness in his eyes, and said: "I will be in seclusion for hundreds of years as a teacher later, and I was plotted against by Feng Jiu's men before, leaving a dark wound.

For hundreds of years, this hall has been sealed for the master association, what needs do you two have? "

Lin Feiyao hurriedly said, "No need for disciples."

"No," Mu Wanxuan also said softly, but her eyes were a little worried.

Emperor Qinghua was somewhat moved;

While he was upset, he also wanted to talk to someone, but there were only two apprentices here.

——Lin Feiyao was accepted as an official disciple because of her good performance.

"Sigh, it's only now that I know why Feiyu is so afraid of this Feng Jiu. He's afraid that it is true that he has an inexplicable relationship with His Majesty.

Of the two gods who died in my hands, one was once His Majesty's beloved general, and the other was once the deputy commander of the Tianhe Navy.

Their cultivation is not comparable to that of the past.

Behind this, there seems to be a big net, which has engulfed countless creatures in the world. "

Mu Wanxuan said softly, "Yes."

Lin Feiyao couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Master, if it is true that the Immortal Emperor is playing a big game of chess as you inferred before, then what would you think..."

"What do you think?"

Emperor Qinghua raised his head and sighed deeply, without speaking for a long time.

But then, he showed a somewhat helpless smile, and said softly:

"Because of the death of the Immortal Emperor, everything cherished by the teacher was wiped out.

But if this dead person is not dead, then the way of death as a teacher should have fulfilled him.

Perhaps this is the only reason why a teacher can control the Dao of Death. "

Mu Wanxuan blinked, but didn't quite understand;

Lin Feiyao breathed a sigh of relief...

My master is also my backer, no matter which choice I make, which camp I stand in, as long as he is not confused and has his own choice.

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