C1122

Hundreds of miles away, there is a peaceful small town. Behind the town are endless mountains, overlapping mountains, extremely steep, towering ancient trees and covered with all kinds of vegetation.

From the high altitude, the mountains are like a sleeping dragon, dormant here, waiting for the day to wake up.

Oh!

The song of the Raptor, with a little hurry, reverberates here, and then, its huge body flies, but it does not enter the town, but bypasses here.

Soon after, the giant beast with a height of tens of feet roared and trampled on the mountain. It was shaking for tens of miles. There was only one eye between the eyebrows, which was green.

It looked at the town coldly and quietly, and left directly.

Roar!

A low roar came from the depths of the mountain, but the powerful monster did not step into the area.

On the road at the entrance of the town, a tall middle-aged man stands quietly. He seems to feel something. His subconscious frown makes his eyes more profound.

Other people come and go, tea Malone, and did not give too much attention.

"It's cold. Damn it. The sun is so big. How can it get cold all at once?"

"I don't know."

"Who is that man? I've been standing there for a long time. " The hot atmosphere, I do not know why gradually become cold, this kind of cold is penetrating, as if from the hell spread out.

People are moving faster.

I don't know how long after that, the middle-aged man pulled his mouth and his deep eyes were filled with cold killing intention. He was staring at a certain direction. In this direction, there was a small yard. In the middle of the yard, there was a simple dressed man, about 30 years old.

The man's body is big, his eyes are divine, his face is firm and firm, which gives people a kind of atmosphere of overlooking the world.

While the middle-aged man is looking at him, he is also looking at each other.

The gaze lasted half an hour. The middle-aged man stepped forward and stopped in front of the yard. He said, "he's back."

He?

The emperor was indifferent and did not speak.

The middle-aged man then said, "Shitian Gongzi means to let you go and kill the black swordsman."

As soon as the eyes of emperor Si congealed, the whole person was even more cold. He said in a low voice, "do you think I will go?"

The man said: "the young master also said that between the black swordsman and the goddess, there can only be one person alive, you can refuse.

It's a threat, a naked threat.

The emperor was furious, and his intention to kill suddenly burst out. The sword in his body made a low cry. It seemed that he would recover in the next moment. However, he finally resisted.

He coldly stares at the middle-aged man: "I'm the emperor, not the puppet of those birdmen. You can go away."

The man sighed: "as long as you live, everything is possible. If you don't, what can you do to be invincible? Come to the top of the world? " In his opinion, the emperor was too uninteresting. Many years ago, if he had not stopped Shi Tian, he would not have come to such an end.

Decades ago, he even wanted to seal the reincarnation in Wen Yuqing's body at the expense of the inside details of the holy palace. No matter right or wrong, whether he succeeded or not, he touched the bottom line of a powerful force.

Wen Yuqing is a nine day Xuannu. Yes, but she is too weak after all, and her body's injury has not improved. In the long run, there is only one result, death.

Since she has no future and is doomed to the end, why waste any more resources?

Hum!

The demon red sword awn cuts through the sky, turns into a thick blood dragon and pours at the middle-aged man.

The man shook his head and stepped back. The voice came in: "why?"

After this sword, the Emperor didn't make any more moves. The holy sword entered the body. He gave the man a cold look, and then he moved towards the mountain.

The middle-aged man didn't chase him, but he looked silent.

Half an hour later, in the depths of the mountain, like the rolling peaks of the dragon, the emperor saw an acquaintance, the sword master of Qingshan, Yan.

As time goes by, it seems that there is no trace left on his body. As always, his body is as straight as a sword about to leave his body. He stands quietly on the top of the peak, facing the breeze and hunting in his clothes.

Seeing the arrival of the emperor, he laughed: "long time no see."

Old friends? Is it the enemy?

the emperor is silent and stubborn in his deep eyes. I'm afraid that few people in the world can bear such a change from the altar of the past to the present, but he must live on. Not only that, he has to step into the invincible Road and win the terrible state.

So, his silence became sharp. He began to think about Yan's appearance. He thought of the man, the black swordsman.

Eighty years later, the black swordsman is still alive. He seems to be coming back.

Whoosh!

The wind blowing through the mountains, ancient trees rustle sound, a few leaves floating over, with a trace of dust.Fallen leaves across the shoulder of Yan, he subconsciously caught it, opened his mouth: "let's join hands!"

Will the enemies of the past come together?

Emperor Si felt very ironic. Even, he felt that kind of pity from Yan's voice. He didn't like pity. He was a powerful man, but he didn't refuse at the first time.

Perhaps it was because he was too tired, numb in his heart, and deeply tired of the holy palace.

Without waiting for him to say anything, Yan continued, "I found you not because I pity you, but because you know the way to enter the immortal magic mountain. You know that there are too many secrets hidden in that place, and it's time for those secrets to emerge."

Ha ha

TISS showed sarcasm and found him not because of pity, but because of its value. What's the difference between that and pity?

Yan youyou sighed: "among all living beings, who has not lived for himself?"

Before the big right and wrong, you must first become a strong existence, and you must also ensure that you are qualified to live.

This is the situation of the emperor. The holy palace can no longer accommodate him. As early as more than ten years ago, Shi Tian had the idea of erasing him. Now, when the black swordsman came back, people remembered that there was a man in the holy palace decades ago. His name was Emperor.

For a long time, they did not speak, except for the whirring sound of the breeze, the flying dust, the profusion of fallen leaves, and the whole world was as quiet as a picture scroll.

The next moment, the emperor left and galloped toward the vast mountains. The speed was very fast and disappeared here in the blink of an eye.

Soon after, Dong qianya came here.

Yan looked at her and sighed, "he is still so stubborn."

Dong qianya disagrees: "the emperor is the emperor. There is only one of them in the world. Stubbornness is his capital."

If the emperor promised them easily, it would make them feel unrealistic. However, they were not in a hurry. They were all watching the direction of the emperor's departure at this moment.

That's the north.