The wooden sword rang softly, and the sword energy was so majestic that only Lu Jing, who was wearing a wooden sword at his waist, could sense it.

And the majestic sword energy disappeared and appeared, as if he was excited because of the three-eyed stone man in front of him.

Because of this, Lu Jing walked into the palm of this three-eyed stone man in full view of everyone.

The three-eyed stone man looked down at Lu Jing, and a strange thought suddenly fell into Lu Jing's mind like a stream of light.

"Mr. Zhuo Yaoluo..."

Lu Jing turned his head to think and said, "Zhuoyaoluo is your name?"

The three-eyed stone man nodded, and immediately within the body of the stone man, surging energy and blood surged, and a burst of innate air and blood rose up, unexpectedly connecting with the vitality in the void.

The next moment, I saw the three-eyed stone man leaping down and turning into a stream of light and flying away!

Lu Jing stood in the palm of the three-eyed stone man and felt a strong and powerful wind sweeping through him, making his body stagger a little.

Lu Jing immediately circulated his qi and blood. From the furnace in his body, qi and blood flowed out and fell into his limbs and bones. His body became heavier and heavier, and he stood firmly in Zhuo Yaoluo's palm.

This three-eyed stone man named Zhuo Yaoluo has a huge body and flies in the void supporting the scene.

Lu Jing could clearly see that clear springs were flowing out of Zhuo Yaoluo's dark and empty eyes.

Just like before, the three-eyed stone man was crying.

Lu Jing was a little confused, so he asked softly: "Where are you taking me?"

Zhuo Yaoluo glanced at Lu Jing, and then his eyes fell on the front.

A continuous high mountain stands here, and on the top of the mountain, there is snow that never melts all year round.

The mountains of Baekdou seem to be overlooking Taixuankyo in the distance.

"Jiao Shen Mountain..." Lu Jing also looked at the mountains in the distance.

The mountains correspond to the scorching sun, and the rays of light shine down, giving the mountains some magnificent colors.

Lu Jing thought for a while and said nothing.

The sword energy bursting out from the black sandalwood sword at his waist, the tears in Zhuo Yaoluo's eyes, and the nostalgic and ignorant "Sir" in Zhuo Yaoluo's mouth when he came to see him just now seemed to be telling Lu Jing that this

The three-eyed stone man doesn't have any ill intentions at all.

Perhaps, he recognized himself as Mr. Fourth.

"Mr. Four poured his flesh and blood into the statue of the three-eyed stone man, turning death into life. Now I am wearing a black sandalwood sword, and the wooden sword contains Mr. Four's sword energy. Perhaps because of this, this stone man will take me there.

In the Horned God Mountain."

"What else is there in the Horned God Mountain?"

Lu Jing thought like this.

The storm roared, and the vast city outline of Taixuanjing gradually became smaller, and then completely fell into Lu Jing's eyes.

Even though it is already early winter, looking at the human world from the sky.

The center of Taixuanjing is full of prosperity, scattered buildings and long roads.

Many well-dressed people travel on foot, on horseback, or in cars

The flow is endless and bustling and noisy.

But who knew that Zhuo Yaoluo continued to fly towards the outside of the city, and began to change as he got further away from the center of Xuandu City.

Thick crowds of people are working.

They either wandered the streets or alleys, struggled to carry the goods pouring into Taixuanjing from the entire Dafu Prefecture, or did other things to make a living.

Lu Jing was not surprised by these scenes.

Without the support of these small people, how could Taixuanjing be able to maintain its prosperity and prosperity?

Compared with other barren palaces, the vast majority of people in Taixuan Capital at least have something to do and earn a full meal.

Seen from the sky, countless ordinary people are probably the most ordinary pictures and scenery in the prosperous Taixuan Capital.

Lu Jing just looked down and watched Taixuanjing getting smaller and smaller, getting further and further away. He could vaguely see some very remote streets and alleys, and there were many people huddled and hiding, not knowing what they were doing.

Zhuo Yaoluo flew into the clouds and mist at an extremely fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, miles of void flew away.

"The body can be as big or small as it wants, and the weight of the blood can collapse the palace... This is the realm of the divine form, but I don't know what stage Zhuo Yaoluo, the stone man, has reached in his cultivation."

Lu Jing also had a lot of envy and yearning in his heart.

The realm of divine appearance is the seventh level of martial arts. Even in this great country, he is still a first-class strong man!

Nan Heyu wanted the soul to shine on the stars, and what he wanted was also the seventh realm of the soul.

This shows how powerful this mysterious three-eyed stone man is.

Zhuo Yaoluo soared into the void, his energy and blood bursting like the rising sun, shining fiercely, with the divine aura faintly shining brightly in it.

In just half an hour, Zhuo Yaoluo had already arrived at Jiao Shen Mountain.

The Jiao Shen Mountain stretches endlessly.

Lu Jing looked down and saw that the clouds and mist were lingering below. There were green mountains and green trees, like green swords piercing the sky, and many ice peaks and snow cliffs, like silver dragons flying all over the sky.

Zhuoyaoluo flew straight to a strange peak and cliff. There was also snow that never melted all year round, but you could see springs flowing and gurgling between the white snow.

What's even more valuable is that there are ancient cypress trees standing on both sides of the spring, growing with difficulty.

Zhuo Yaoluo landed on this mountain peak and his palm fell on the ground.

Lu Jing took off Zhuo Yaoluo's hand and his expression changed slightly.

But in front of Lu Jing's eyes, another mountain peak stood abruptly.

There are peaks on top of the mountains, and they are covered with ice.

It looked quite rugged and weird, but Lu Jing found that the surface of the mountain peak in front of him seemed a little too flat.

It was as if someone had cut it open with a sword, and the snow turned into ice, covering the surface of the mountain peak, making it extremely smooth and smooth.

"There are words on the ice of this mountain peak."

Many words were carved on the ice.

The words are not outstanding, they are all written in rough cursive, but the ink is filled with many free and easy meanings.

"And... the words on the ice seem to be carved with sword energy. Some people are practicing their swordsmanship here, or some people are expressing their thoughts freely."

Lu Jing glanced sideways at Zhuo Yaoluo.

Zhuo Yaoluo squatted behind Lu Jing, his huge body now like an aggrieved child, squatting, looking up at the words on the ice in a daze.

"These words are Mr. Fourth's words."

Lu Jing saw Zhuo Yaoluo's reaction and felt that the sword energy of the black sandalwood sword at his waist suddenly became more intense. He had already guessed the owner of the text.

"It's just that these words are rigid but also somewhat casual."

Lu Jing read from top to bottom, line by line.

Most of these words seem to be random records from daily life.

"There is wine today, but the Luo family's beef shop in the south of the city has closed. How can we practice swordsmanship with wine but no meat? Take a day off."

"I like to study, but I don't know much about it. I don't like to practice swordsmanship, but my teacher says that I am a rare swordsman genius. If I practice casually, I can open the door to heaven.

This is unfair to those Pure Yang Sword Immortals who have been practicing hard for three hundred years."

"Today I watched the sunset. I saw it falling into the starry field, and I saw the mountains and rivers in the world so prosperous. Then I realized that a mountain and river sword energy can cut down twenty peaks around it."

…

It seems to be a rather random record.

From top to bottom, the ice surface is almost covered with this kind of random sword energy writing.

"Mr. Fourth, you are quite casual."

Lu Jing said to himself.

At this moment, Zhuo Yaoluo, who had been squatting behind Lu Jing, suddenly raised his head, with blood gushing out from his body.

Just like the sun emerging behind Zhuo Yaoluo, blooming with brilliant divine light!

There were bursts of light blooming in Zhuo Yaoluo's eyes, falling behind a rock in the distance.

Lu Jing seemed to be aware of it and looked at the rocks.

"Don't get excited, I was here first."

Behind the rocks, a voice with a hint of laughter came. When Zhuo Yaoluo heard this voice, he became even more vigilant.

"Big Stone, if you take action, this mountain peak will not be saved."

The voice came leisurely, and a man in black with a long sword on his waist, a slender body and a free and easy smile on his face walked out slowly.

The man's eyes were soft and he was holding a bottle of wine and an oil paper bag in his hand.
To be continued...