Listening to the Phoenix

It was once again when the nine gates opened.

On the cloud boat, the Taoist man in white has his hair neatly tied up, the nine-petal lotus pattern on his wide sleeves is flamboyant and enchanting, and the sword on his waist is even more indifferent.

Cangtan's sword is called Xing.

The punishment of punishment.

At first glance, the hilt of Xing's sword is flat and neatly curved, and the scabbard is just a piece of hollowed out white jade.

If you take a closer look, you will find that there are dense Taoist writings on the hilt of the sword, and the white jade is the chalcedony of ten thousand years.

After all, the primordial world is young, with a history of tens of thousands of years. Even though there is no shortage of spiritual materials, there are very few thousand-year chalcedony.

How big is the chalcedony that can be hollowed out and used as a scabbard? If converted into spirit stones, it would be enough to support a Shangzong for a hundred years.

Including the banquet, the operation of the formation, the use of spirit stones, etc., are added together.

So only this one thing, no one can lighten the punishment.

More than 500 years ago, An Heyi, who was active in the primary world, was proud and reckless because he had a master who was the first in the tribulation period, because he was talented and vigorous, and because he had his sword, Xing, in his hand.

A sword repairer's sword is naturally important.

When An Heyi restored his attire hundreds of years ago again after many years, he caressed Xing with his hand.

The world said that Dao Xingjian had been covered in dust for a long time, and finally the master of Dao Xing came.

An Heyi never thought of it that way.

The punishment was forged by Shui Yi himself.

When it was released, water ripples covered the sky, and the punishment was handed over to 15-year-old An Heyi with great care.

Under the sunlight, the almost transparent sword body had a golden streamer, and at the moment when An Heyi took it, there were only golden threads criss-crossing the thin sword body.

"punishment."

An Heyi pulled the scabbard slightly.A ray of light that flowed out caused the rest of the sects to look sideways.

"If you don't kill Sui Gu, I won't be satisfied." Only An Heyi could hear the light words.

But I also know that if Sui Gu is killed, Lan Palace will definitely take advantage of the situation and set off a battle between immortals and demons.

Although there will be a war sooner or later, it is not now.

What's more, Master is in retreat.

No one can spare no effort to protect him like Shui Yi, who indulged and maintained him after he got into trouble hundreds of years ago.

But, so what!

After Ying Liumiao finished speaking, she faded away again.

An Heyi didn't even look at An Xiaoyu, and the punishment in his hand was already out of its sheath.

No matter how beautiful Zongjiumen Water Leisure is, it is nothing more than the light that shines for a moment when the punishment is unsheathed.

In charge of punishment, in charge of punishment on behalf of heaven, and in charge of punishment in accordance with heaven.

Nothing more beautiful than that sword light!

Listening to Zui raised his hand and dropped it.Feng Que stood there leisurely.

Jian Guang fell into the Lan Palace, and the blood gushing out did not move An Heyi in the slightest.

"Cangtan!"

Another sword strike, the light of the sword shines brilliantly.

What aroused was the awe-inspiring righteousness between heaven and earth!

What An Heyi cultivated was not the way of the grand sword, but the way of heaven, why is everything in the world uncontrollable?

As long as he thinks, everything can become a sharp knife in his hands!

Demonic energy filled the air.

An Heyi tiptoed and floated in the air.I don't know when, his eyes are empty and silent, only the world, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas are in his eyes.

Grip the punishment, pull it out, and point the tip of the sword at Sui Gu.

It's just crossing the catastrophe, and he is not, he has never killed it!

Bai Qiu protected Danyan disciple, his voice exploded in the air: "Cangtan!"

Feng Queci stood not far behind An Heyi, dressed fiercely in red.He looked at the rest of the Daoist Lords of the Shangzong clan, with a wanton smile on his red lips, "Lan Palace colluded with the demon clan, the crime should be punished!"

One sentence, accompanied by the loud and clear phoenix cry, resounded through the primary realm.

You Fengcheng's demon cultivator bent down first, "Follow the imperial order!"

Feng Que's hair is thin and red, and the demon lines at the end of his eyes are as bright as blood.

Ye Changliu sighed on the cloud boat.The sigh fell for a moment, and the clear voice echoed: "It is duty-bound!"

"Chaoshan Jiange, listen to the order!"

Rong Xinyao smiled lightly.

Sword collection.

The last seal on An Heyi's body that sealed his spiritual power was broken.

Crossing the Tribulation Peak!

Standing on the cloud boat, An Xiaoyu's eyes shone unpredictablely.

In the Ninth Beginning Sect, Shui Yi suddenly woke up.

... broken.

At the Nine Gates, a breath of fresh air suddenly appeared.

A young man in crimson gauze clothes with big red and white cranes appeared out of nowhere, with bloodstains on his thinned lips.

In less than a breath, the young man rushed forward, and the long sword that was unsheathed at an unknown time was connected with An Heyi's torture frame.

As the two fought, the aura on the young man's body was no longer concealed, and his aura was clear and majestic.

With a sudden sword strike, it was sharp and filled with endless despair.

Qing Yuchen let go of the sword in his hand, and fell from the sky.

The wind howled.

Lingyin frowned drunkenly and jumped off the cloud boat.

Before he met Qing Yuchen, a light and shallow shadow hugged Qing Yuchen.

White clothes and white hair, cold as frost and snow.

Qing Yuchen's brows sharpened, and he split the phantom with a palm.

Lingyin was drunk and grabbed Qing Yuchen's arm when he continued to fall.

The phantom appeared again, not approaching Qing Yuchen, standing in the air with high and indifferent eyes.

Just like the peace and ease in the eyes at this time.

Qing Yuchen was in a trance for a long time, then nodded to the listening drunk beside him, and called out: "Azui."

An Heyi descended, and returned the Zhuxian Sword to Qing Yuchen.

Wei Tongshi's wisp of soul suddenly burst into a smile, raised his hand to Lingyinzui, and dissipated.

The epee fell from Ye Changliu's hand.

Why would he still meet this great demon king after he was reincarnated!

As the young master of Jiange, it was only natural that Ye Changliu was sent to Jiuchu to discuss the war between the immortals and demons.

Now he can only wish to take off the iconic Taoist robe of Chunyang Palace and hide the iconic light and heavy swords of Cangjian Villa so that Qing Yuchen will not notice him.

Qing Yuchen: "Miss Ye?"

Ye Changliu exploded.

"I'm a man's man's man!"

Qing Yuchen was a character who inexplicably appeared after he traveled to Jiansanli.

Very inexplicable.

After all, his nominal fathers are Wanhuagu Pei Yuan and Chunyang Luofeng.

Two people who should never have been mixed together.

Moreover, Luo Feng should die in Shenwu.

But he survived because of Qing Yuchen.

What's even more frightening is that Qing Yuchen still has a disease - most of his memory will disappear every so often!

In this way, he became the adopted son of Pei Yuan, the senior brother of Wanhua Valley.

At that time, Qing Yuchen was only seven or eight years old.

As he grew older, he was regarded as the Demon King by all his disciples of the same generation.

Still can't complain.

After all, Pei Yuan from Ten Thousand Flowers Valley... is too difficult to mess with.

Ye Changliu was tricked by the system and became a second lady.

God knows how broken he was.Later, he would nod his head to greet everyone who called him "Miss Ye" and speak in a friendly voice.

However, Qing Yuchen sat next to Ling Yinzui without interest, without saying a word.

The black air around him was almost thickened into substance.

Ling Yinzui turned her head sideways to talk to him, her brows and eyes were unexpectedly soft.

Feng Que's resignation almost crushed the jade slip.

Elder Phoenix from Fengcheng peeked at Feng Queci, very afraid that he would not be able to control himself for a while.

Qing Yuchen glanced at An Heyi who was standing in the middle, and finally asked softly, "Ah Zui, who is he?"

Listening to Zui Chuanyin said two words.

There was a moment of disappointment on Qing Yuchen's face.

An Heyi, dressed in white and with raven hair, stood holding a sword.The aura of crossing the catastrophe was so strong that it almost pierced the hall.

"I know what I'm doing," he said, "but Qin is my best friend."

"If you don't kill Sui Gu, I'm uneasy!"

In the silence, someone came slowly, bringing a piece of Jiangnan's beauty.

"Demon Race, it's time to break through the barrier."