The heavens start from the eight parts of Tianlong

Qingcheng Mountain is the leader of the Taoist sect in the world, and Taoist Master Zhao Yuzhen is recognized as the best master in the world.

The tall, thin and pale figure who rescued Su Changhe must intercept Xiao Se before he reaches Qingcheng Mountain's sphere of influence.

Wuge City is located on the only way from Sangu City to Qingcheng Mountain. Xiao Se's injuries are getting worse. Everyone works hard and finally reaches this city one day faster than originally planned.

At night, everyone settled down in a courtyard. Xiao Se taught Zhao Qingcheng a set of golden needle methods to overcome tribulations, and with the power of Penglai Pill, the injury was stabilized again.

"Xiao Se, do you know who the person who wants to kill you is?" Lei Wujie asked.

"There are many people in Tianqi City who want to kill me." Xiao Se said thoughtfully.

After all, he is the most valued son of Emperor Mingde, a royal genius who reached the realm of freedom at the age of 17.

If he had not interceded for King Langya back then, Emperor Mingde would have been dissatisfied.Later, he was plotted against him by a mysterious figure using false power, and all his power was lost. I am afraid that the position of prince will not be still undecided to this day.

"But the most likely ones are my two brothers."

Xiao Se said: "Second brother Xiao Chong and fifth brother Xiao Leng."

"The White King and the Night King?" Even though she was in Jianghu, Tang Lian had a rough understanding of the situation in Tianqi City.

"Who are these two people?" Only Zhao Qingcheng was coming down the mountain for the first time, so he was really not sure.

So Tang Lian explained that these two people were the two most outstanding sons of Emperor Mingde after Xiao Chuhe.

Xiao Chong, the White King, was said to be erudite, courteous to virtuous people, and quite kingly.

He even gained the support early on from Eunuch Jinyu, the Superintendent of the Five Great Prisons, and from the Furious Sword Fairy Yan Zhantian of the Four Great Sword Immortals. His reputation in the court and in the world was extremely high.

It is said that Night King Xiao Leng was originally unknown, but he only rose to prominence after Xiao Chuhe disappeared.

It is said that he is often not in Tianqi City, but is training in the Northern Army, commanding the army to fight against the Northern Barbarians, and is very prestigious in the army.

"The second brother has been good at dancing since he was a child. If he hadn't been blind when he was young, he would be the best candidate for the throne. I don't know the fifth brother very well. He was very low-key when he was a child, but since he can get the support of the military, he is by no means an ordinary person."

Xiao Se laughed at himself: "When you are born in the Heavenly Family, you often cannot escape the fratricide. My father and Uncle Wang were like this back then. This is also the reason why I ran away from the world. I have no interest in that position."

Everyone has been with Xiao Se for a long time, and they all know that he speaks from the bottom of his heart.

"No matter what, let's go up the mountain to see my father for healing first. As for the rest, we'll talk about it later." Zhao Qingcheng said.

"That's right." Xiao Se smiled.

At this moment, a sound of "dinging bells" came, and Tang Lian's expression changed and she said: "Someone disturbed the knife wire I arranged outside."

"Are they the people from Anhe again? Aren't they afraid that Senior Gun Immortal will come back again?" Lei Wujie asked.

"I'm afraid they are not from Anhe." Tang Lian said as she shot seven small red arrows outside the house.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The sound of gold and iron clashing came, and dozens of men in black surrounded the courtyard of the inn. Even if Tang Lian's hidden weapon passed through his heart, he was still unaffected, and he was truly immortal.

"It's the so-called 'stranger' again. It's not the underground river, it's the underworld!" Lei Wujie drew his heart sword and fought hand to hand with the stranger.

Soon, the small courtyard fell into chaos. Zhao Qingcheng, Tang Lian, and Lei Wujie were all entangled by several strangers. These strangers who could not be killed were not afraid of death at all. Even if the three of them were victorious, It is also difficult to escape from the siege.

"Ten Thousand Trees Flying Flowers!"

At the critical moment, Tang Lian used the hidden weapon technique of the Tang Sect and thousands of trees flew into the sky. Countless hidden weapons flew out in all directions like flowers raining from the sky.

The dozen or so aliens surrounding them were beaten until only half of their bodies were left. However, black sludge continued to flow out of the aliens' bodies to repair their remains. "The Art of Fire: Garuda Realm!" At the critical moment, Lei Wujie remembered the method used by the Spear Immortal Sikong Changfeng to deal with these monsters.

First, he threw countless thunderballs, and then used the fire technique to detonate explosions one after another. The terrifying flames turned the stranger into ashes with only the remains of his body.

But those relatively intact strangers were not affected and attacked again without fear of death.

"They are afraid of fire!" Seeing that the attack was effective, Lei Wujie immediately followed the same example. Several people worked together to cripple the stranger first, and then cooperated with Lei Wujie to burn him to ashes with the thunderbolt from the sky.

At this moment, a tall, thin, pale figure walked in. As he moved, he was as elusive as a ghost.

Countless double images flashed before arriving in front of Tang Lian, and they casually struck out with a palm.

"I'm going to suffer!" Tang Lian noticed this man as early as the moment he appeared.

When the other party flashed in front of him, he did not hesitate to use the light skill "Drunk a Thousand Miles" taught by his master Baili Dongjun!
"boom!"

Qingtian, a tall and thin figure who was equivalent to a half-stepped fugue, struck out a huge and shocking hole in the place where Tang Lian had just stood.

"Pfft!" Although Tang Lian escaped in time, the aftermath of that terrifying palm force left him seriously injured and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Senior Brother Tang Lian!" Lei Wujie held the Heart Sword in his hand and struck a blow that combined the Heart and Sword into one!
"The spring breeze comes with a sword!" Zhao Qingcheng was so blessed that he used the worry-free sword to use his father Zhao Yuzhen's warmest sword in the world.

When this sword was used, it left a deep imprint in the void, and a red light sword shadow was suspended in front of Zhao Qingcheng.

"Winter and snow arrive with one sword!" This sword is the most cold sword in the world that my mother Li Hanyi is good at.

Similarly, there was a sword shadow flashing with cold light, suspended beside the red light sword shadow.

The power of ice, frost, and flames merge together to form a most beautiful and spectacular picture!

"It's been such a long time!" The ultimate evolution of the cold and warm swords seemed to trigger the memory of the tall and thin figure.

I saw that the momentum behind him surged, and a gloomy figure, as black as ink, with an invisible figure, covered the sky and covered the ground, rising from the ground.

"Take me a mourning stick!" The tall and thin figure waved his hand, and the sinister figure behind him also condensed a short black stick filled with gloomy energy, sweeping towards the location of the two of them.

"boom!"

Lei Wujie vomited blood and was immediately defeated.

Then, the aftermath of this strike fell on Zhao Qingcheng's cold and warm sword energy.

"boom!"

With so much energy, Zhao Qingcheng's face turned pale, but he finally received a ghostly mourning stick from the opponent.

However, after this blow, the true energy in her body was exhausted again.

"Han Nuan Jian Qi, are you Li Hanyi's daughter?" the tall and thin figure said: "Since you are that person's daughter, I can't keep you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, ghostly energy surged above the gloomy Dharma behind him, gathering together and turning into the image of a huge brush.

"Fei Li Feizhan is originally one body, just like the mourning skill and the judge's pen."

In the billowing ghost aura, the face of the tall and thin figure was clearly visible. It was Fei Zhan, the Po Guan who had been seriously injured and escaped after the battle between good and evil.

"boom!"

The next moment, the judge's pen filled with gloomy ghostly aura fell heavily! (End of chapter)