The beacons of the third pass of Longyuan finally passed many years later. The unknown snowy night in early spring blew out of the frontier.

And with the prairie fire, the Seven Killing King City was ignited, burned towards the Golden Tent, and the Eight Tribes of the Tianlang!

The war broke out in a blast under the circumstances that no one had expected!

"hold head high!"

The dragon roars in the clouds and mist, and the horse's hooves rush like thunder on the snowfield.

One day, one in front and one behind.

The former leads more than 10,000 Shen Ce troops to traverse north and south, defeating small tribes everywhere, while the latter controls dragons and fly, and wants to be strong, kill them.

The Shuiyun Pass defenders led by Lin Qitian finally cleaned up the battlefield and took over the city and tribe.

In just over a month, more than 300,000 elite tribes gathered around the Qisha King City, and more than 300,000 Tianlang elites were completely defeated.

Many Tianlang royal family and senior nobles were killed and eight times, and the rest were scattered, either died in pursuit or in the wilderness...

As soon as the news came out, the world was shaken. Inside and outside the pass, soldiers were called the Lord. For a moment, everyone was in danger and undercurrents surged.

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Click!

Between the surging dark clouds, there were electric snakes and thunder dragons running around. Before long, the fine raindrops changed from small to large.

Wherever you see, the world is hazy.

"The sky is vast and the earth is vast, the starry sea is vast, and people are still there. How small is it? Not to mention the distance of the starry sea, but the vastness of the four seas, it is difficult to step on all our lives!"

Rainbow, straw hat, bamboo stick, straw shoes, and in front of the wild temple in the rain, fish mysteriously stood with sticks, looking at the dispersed wind and rain, I couldn't help but sigh:

"When the old Taoist was young, he was very happy about the world's landscape. He rarely recited scriptures and meditated, and he always made excuses to follow the footsteps of the ancestors and traveled around the world...

Later, the master and the senior brother passed away one after another. The old Taoist took charge of the Hanging Temple. Until now, he has not been so far away for more than two hundred years..."

"A person lives for a lifetime and does not only practice. If you are old and do nothing, it may be more in line with the way of the ancestors..."

Lu Qingting stood with his hands down, his expression depressed.

His words were not necessarily flattering.

As the second martial saint in Hanging Mountain for thousands of years, Yu Xuanji's talent is actually extremely average. Not to mention that compared with his disciples of all generations, even his contemporary status is the bottom among the seven sons.

But it was him who became the Martial Saint.

"In recent years, there have been more and more evil in the world. The legendary changes in heaven are probably more violent than imagined!"

As he reached out to take the rain from the temple eaves, Yu Xuanji couldn't help but frown slightly:

"No wonder Dali is such a fertile land, which has been famine for years..."

The world is vast and the temperature difference is large. If someone can travel all over the country in one day, he can experience the rotation of the four seasons.

When they were both outside the border, the Dali Dynasty and the Tianlang were one in the south and one in the north, one in the bitter and cold, and the other in the unique way.

Dali only has spring and autumn, no winter and summer. It is suitable for all year round, and it can be said to be a paradise.

But the change of heaven will not ignore any of them.

In recent years of heavy wind and snow outside the border, natural disasters have occurred frequently in Dali. Not only wind and snow, but also the rain has changed...

"What can a man do when heaven changes like this?"

Lu Qingting was open-minded.

He has experienced too much in the years since he went down the mountain, so he is no longer the ignorant and kind-hearted Taoist priest back then.

"The world is like a tide, people are like water, and they are ups and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and downs and down

With a long sigh, Yu Xuanji had already sat back to the bonfire. His body was very tideful, and his face under the hat was extremely old.

Its aura was even weaker, as if it had reached the bottom of the valley.

"Uncle Master..."

Lu Qingting hurriedly reached out to support him, feeling sad: "If you hadn't sent your true energy to me, you wouldn't have..."

"The old Taoist has lived for three hundred years, and although he is not as good as the ancestors, he is better than most people in ancient and modern times. Isn't it still content?"

As he reached out to feel the temperature of the bonfire, Yu Xuanji softly warned:

"Your talent is much better than that of the old Taoist, and you have obtained the Taoist fruit earlier. If you don't pass this true energy to you, will it be passed to that little girl Gu Qingyi?"

"Uncle Master."

Lu Qingting smiled bitterly:

"Senior sister's talent is even better than me..."

"Maybe, that little girl..."

Yu Xuanji shook his head, not entangled in this, but explained his funeral.

Lu Qingting felt sad, but he could only listen quietly.

"The success of the ten capitals depends on luck, and the success of the martial saint lies in the general trend... The former depends on fate, and the latter depends on the heart.

Although the entrance has opened and you have been subjected to the pure yang true energy of the old Taoist for three hundred years, it is even more difficult to break the entrance and become a saint!"

"If it is not a last resort, the Martial Saint must not be achieved before the Ten Capitals. Remember, remember..."

"...After the battle of Dayan Mountain, the situation in the world has become clearer. The future winner of the world is between the northwest and the seven killings..."

"The Emperor Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, Taizong was too kind to me, even if he could not help, he could not add any harm to me..."

"The Seven Tribulation Sword recognizes you as the main one, and the Hanging Mountain Lord will be the only one to do in the future. Remember, don't get too involved with the temple..."

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Everything is very detailed, from the Hanging Mountain to the world, and also talks about future changes.

Yu Xuanji had a solemn expression and taught all his knowledge to the juniors in front of him.

"Disciple keep it in mind!"

Lu Qingting bowed with tears.

The life span is not saved by human power, but his uncle, still used taboo techniques to force himself to prolong his life for a hundred years.

Now, even with the legendary magic pill, it will not be able to prolong life.

"...In the past, Hanyue San people came to visit and exchanged for the seven-tribulation and three-sword moves with one hexagram. He said that in three hundred years, the world will change drastically!"

Yu Xuanji said, and it had turned into a voice transmission, and his voice was very weak, but he was also very cautious:

"Before this, I had a family-killing disaster in the sky..."

"A disaster?"

Lu Qingting was shocked and asked in a voice.

"According to what Sanxiaosanren said, before the change of heaven, the three most obvious nodes were the hundreds of ghosts walking at night, the hundreds of ghosts walking at day, and the fairy mountain descended..."

Yu Xuanji's expression was solemn:

"If you don't talk about the first two, the arrival of the fairy mountain is really earth-shaking..."

"Fangcun Xianshan?"

Lu Qingting frowned.

In the past few years, the emergence of Fangcun Xianshan has almost disrupted the situation in the world. To this day, countless warriors are still gathering in the foreign countries.

Among them, there are countless masters trapped in front of the Martial Saint Sect, who fought for their lives. According to legend, there are bloody battles and fights almost every day in Fangcun Mountain.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "The so-called immortal mountain, according to Han Yue San, is the place where gods, Buddhas, immortals and demons avoid disasters before ancient times, also known as the Cave Heaven and Blessings...

Such immortal mountains are formed by absorbing the spiritual qi of heaven and earth. When the spiritual tide retreats, it will be separated from the heaven and earth. If the spiritual tide rises again, it will definitely return!"

Speaking of this, Yu Xuanji paused slightly and said:

"You didn't know some things before, because your master deliberately concealed them. In fact, a few years ago, the old Taoist had already noticed the traces of the arrival of the fairy mountain!"

"You mean, there will be fairy mountains coming to my hanging mountain?!"

Lu Qingting's body shook.

The intelligence system of Hanging Mountain has been there for many years, so he naturally knows how tragic the battle in Fangcunxian Mountain is.

If there is a fairy mountain coming into the gate...

"Maybe, it's not just me, but that square fairy mountain may be just the beginning..."

Yu Xuanji's eyes were slightly dim: "How difficult the future is, but it's up to you..."

“More than one…”

Lu Qingting's heart was throbbing and speechless for a long time.

The ruined temple in the rain fell into silence.
To be continued...