"Qing Cang."

Above the nine heavens, seven rainbow lights formed steps, and a man wearing a divine robe with a crown of heaven walked down step by step.

He is neither a man nor a woman, but a divine being. His face is shrouded in divine light and cannot be peeked into.

Qing Cang raised his hand and struck in the air, and a palm that covered the sky stretched out. Jianmu's incarnation seemed to have also learned the power of raising the sky in the form of human and immortal, and also revealed a giant hand to greet him.

The former is the palm and the latter is the fist.

Mastering the fist and then crushing it, Jianmu's incarnation was a little tricky in front of Qingcang, but for her who was not good at fighting, Qingcang's method was already the strongest.

Jianmu used another move to offset the power of Qing Cang's blow.

The surrounding beings hidden in the demonic clouds all cast fearful glances.

"Students only learn the skills and learn how to do what they do best."

Qingcang commented on the sermon like this.

But it is undeniable that Jianmu's method of transformation has reached its peak, almost to the level of law, and has her sixth degree of splendor. This is just an incarnation of a tree branch.

Jianmu's avatar said expressionlessly: "You always exceed my expectations. I thought you wouldn't fight until the last moment."

Now that Qingcang is burning the foundation, Jianmu has to take out the nurturing saint's weapon in advance, which is the jade bracelet on her wrist.

Then I thought that Qingcang would come and fight for his life, but he didn't expect that the other party would stay by Gu Wen's side all the time, so that the twelve demon ancestors did not dare to move at all.

"Now that you have lost the opportunity, I only need to delay it for a while, and you will die. Otherwise, you only have the last way to become Jianmu's Cave God."

Qingcang struck out with another palm, and the simple and unparalleled Qingtian struck down with a palm, still eight points stronger than before.

A jade light flashed from the sleeve of the god, and a white jade diamond hoop appeared. The jade was like a bright moon, reflecting the sky, imprisoning all living things, and collecting mountains and exhausting the sea to accommodate thousands of mountains.

The Sanqing Mountains outside the sky are shaking incessantly, and it is difficult for half-immortals to enter concentration. A jade circle shakes the sky and the earth, and all the stars in the sky are in confusion.

Qingcang's hand was imprisoned in mid-air, and then was crushed bit by bit.

Zheng!

From inside the white jade diamond hoop, a flash of sword light flew out, and the fairy sword took the opportunity to break free and fall into Qing Cang's hand.

"Fellow Taoist, let me help you."

When the divine sword message came, Qingcang shook his head slightly and said, "You are not needed. You go and help this poor Taoist disciple."

After saying that, she dropped the fairy sword casually, and it turned into a sword light and pierced the ground in front of Gu Wen.

Wisps of white sword energy that looked like fireworks came out of the scabbard of the fairy sword and intertwined with the plain iron sword. The fairy sword had recognized Gu Wen.

"A swordsman who is no more than thirty years old."

Jianmu's eyes showed murderous intent, and the shadows of the demon ancestors in all directions swayed like fire.

Suddenly, there was wind, rain, thunder and lightning, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and endless magical passages fell like heavy rain.

Gu Wen's face was brightened and darkened by the infinite Taoist aura, and a soft, pleasant and reassuring voice came to his ears.

"Disciple, today I will teach you the first lesson, what is the Immortal Dharma?"

Her three thousand hairs were flying like a waterfall pouring down from a mountain stream on a quiet moonlit night, which also blocked out all misfortunes.

“Those who stand tall on the sky and the earth are human beings, and those who bear the mountains and rivers are immortals.”

He raised his right hand to activate all magical powers, and his left hand gently covered the millions of mortals in Bianjing City who were already half-dead.

"Even if his life is short, a poor man can hold up the sky with one hand and protect the world with his hands."

The flames in the city were calmed down quietly, and the fire dragon flew out uncontrollably as the dragon ball's pill furnace, and then exploded out of thin air.

Thousands of three souls and seven souls that filled the void were absorbed into the body, and the burnt stone faded from the bodies of millions of people. Some were awake, some were comatose, and most were half-dead.

Once the soul is completely refined, there is no possibility of awakening. Qingcang has only saved hundreds of thousands of people, but he has already saved all those who can be saved so far.

The demonic clouds in the sky want to show off their evil intentions, their attacks are like fire, their murderous intent is overwhelming, and they want to recreate the demonic disaster three thousand years ago.

The giant hand that covered the sky and the sun pushed away the magical spells all over the sky, grabbed the demonic clouds, stirred up the wind and clouds for hundreds of miles, and made the sky clear and bright.

"Little fairies of the demon clan, you are weaker than before."

The plain voice caused silence in all directions. The Twelve Demon Ancestors felt chest tightness and shortness of breath. Jianmu touched the jade bracelet on his hand.

The thoughts of all parties merge into one.

Fortunately she is dying.

There has never been a shortage of geniuses throughout the ages, and there are many monsters, but Qingcang is the only one.

It took seven hundred years to become an immortal and three thousand years to become a half-saint. Even though her life was short-lived, she was still invincible. If she had been given more time, maybe she would have truly fulfilled her words, "Everything in the world will belong to the human race."

Because she can become a saint, if no human beings care about her, she can achieve it almost easily.

Qingcang, however, turned his attention to the ordinary-looking man underneath. He smelled red lips before smiling, his eyebrows raised up to the sky, and his eyes darkly contained the meaning of heaven and earth.

"Disciple, all you have to do is surpass yourself as a teacher."

Gu Wen Wuyan stepped forward and pulled out the iron sword. The moment the sword tip left the ground, the heaven and earth changed suddenly, and an illusory and boundless sword was reflected in the sky.

Buzz!

The source of the swordsmanship of heaven and earth converged on Gu Wen at this moment, and all the sword cultivators in the Nine Heavens and Eight Desolations looked up to the sky.

According to the Eighty-Eight Perfect Way, those who hold immortal swords can become sword immortals.

He held the sword in his right hand, brushed the blade with his left hand, and finally his eyes fell on the fairy characters on the sword grid.

After using up all the madness in this life and exhausting all the talents in this body, he spoke with a flat voice:

"I will, master."

At this moment, everyone in heaven and earth is full of enemies and invincible.

——

In Bianjing City, fires raged.

Gu Wen and the old Taoist priest above the fire dragon looked at each other. Chi Yuzi walked aside and held his hand, and the dazzling golden light slowly enveloped the two of them.

Emperor Daojun sighed: "We should not be enemies, but should deal with the demon clan together and unite everyone."

Gu Wen asked back: "Do you think the people should unite?"

"People in the world can unite."

"Can the people of this city, including watermen, men, merchants, and women, be united?"

"They can only be counted as one of the common people."

"So your so-called unity is just human skin to satisfy your own ambitions."

The nine-foot-long golden man became a man. He climbed to the sky in one step. The sword in his hand could be big or small. One sword was six feet long.

He looked down at the city of Bianjing that turned into flames like a dream. Six years ago he was licking the ice and snow on the ground as a beggar, and a year ago he was here climbing up the stairs to woo the powerful merchants.

Now he points his sword at the emperor, and the cold light blows the flames to the emperor.

"If you are really kind-hearted, why not take out the elixir of longevity from your body now? Then I will believe you."

"How can there be any recovery after taking the elixir?"

Emperor Daojun held the dragon's head, knowing that there was no room for relaxation, and his energy locked on Gu Wen.

"Oh……"

Gu Wen laughed disdainfully.

He has long seen that Emperor Daojun is a complete careerist. It is true to swear to fight against the monsters with the Dao Heart, but the premise is to ensure his own interests.

For the sake of profit, he would not hesitate to kill millions of people. In the final analysis, it is still the same saying, people with different principles should not work together.

'I thought how could a layman like me take over the burden of Immortal Qing Cang, but I didn't expect that I am already a good person among the monks.'

Gu Wen felt quite sarcastic.

He took a step forward in the air, as if borrowing force from the void, and the unparalleled force squeezed the air backwards, causing all the tiles below to fly down.

The golden light wrapped around the sword light and rushed forward at great speed. The Daojun Emperor felt murderous intent in his heart. He slapped the dragon's head with a palm. The fire dragon opened its mouth, and the pill furnace that looked like a dragon ball erupted with real fire that could melt the mountains.

A sword came forward and struck the real fire, making a clang sound like fine iron clashing.

Although the fairy sword drove straight in, it was unable to extinguish the flames immediately.

Gu Wen had a strange expression on his face, his thoughts were racing rapidly, and he vaguely noticed one of the characteristics of the immortal.

He was actually able to turn flames into substance, rather than simply using an explosion-like attack to inflict injuries. At the same time, the fairy sword was not as strong as he thought. In other words, how much mana he injected into it would be as high as his understanding of the way of the sword.

power.

The dragon's tail swept towards him, he raised his sword to resist, and his body was blown away for several miles, and the real fire began to burn the golden light spell.

It crashed into the palace with a bang, and the bright sword light turned from flakes into pillars of light, instantly piercing the real fire. Emperor Daojun turned his head slightly, and the sword light flew through his hair.

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

In just a few short moves, Gu Wen's swordsmanship seemed to have a new understanding, and he no longer stuck to the form.
To be continued...