"Mr. Da, why do you always have geniuses in your library?" King Zhu asked.

Beside the chariot, a young man in Confucian robes with an ordinary face and a tall figure smiled casually.

"It's not that geniuses come out of the library, but geniuses come out of the world."

Mr. Da said: "It's just that the library has all kinds of teachings and gathers the world's knowledge. If the proud people want to learn, they will inevitably go to the library.

Your Majesty, Northern Qin is already a high mountain that can no longer be disintegrated. Perhaps it is time to build a library that belongs to the people of Northern Qin."

The mysterious clothes on the Great Candle King were scattered randomly, as if a sky curtain covered the world.

He was noncommittal.

Instead, the six-dragon chariot landed on a mountain.

A thin old man was waiting for the Big Candle King and Mr. Big on the mountain.

"Admiral."

"Mr. Big."

That old man was none other than the legendary grandson of the Northern Qin Dynasty.

Beside Grand Gongsun, Gongsun Suyi was also waiting peacefully, saluting to the Great Candle King.

"There are indeed many geniuses in the world, but the energy in the world is not as strong as in the heavens."

Grand Gongsun's voice was old and he glanced at Gongsun Suyi again.

"But in just a few years, after the Marquis of Zhongshan and the Prince of the East Palace, there was another young man in Dafu who could rival you.

You can't just indulge in arranging troops, you should also practice a lot."

Mr. Da smiled and said: "General Suyi is only one step away from the big dragon elephant. He just lacks the opportunity like Zhongshan Marquis."

Gongsun Suyi still wears the white fox mask on her face. King Da Zhu allows her not to take off the mask when meeting anyone. This is a gift from the king.

"This can be regarded as a grand event in my world."

Grand Gongsun's rickety body suddenly stretched out a finger, and the scene in the Valley of the Dead suddenly appeared in the void.

"Dafu Shengjun is so majestic and majestic, and I am willing to let my sons and daughters of Northern Qin see the grace of Dafu Tianjiao."

Gongsun Suyi looked around and suddenly felt a stream of energy and blood, and a stream of spiritual thoughts coming out wantonly.

Among these Qi, blood, and spiritual thoughts, there is a Northern Qin prince, a general, and a doctor.

They all looked at this and looked at the scene pointed out by Grand Gongsun.

At this time, in the scene, stars were shining in the sky, and clouds and mist were coming from the stars.

The vast Valley of the Dead was completely shrouded in wind and rain.

"The realm of wind and rain."

Mr. Da, who originally looked calm, suppressed the smile on his face.

In the void, the spiritual thoughts of the powerful Northern Qin people collided.

"I have never seen the grace of the youngest Duke of Dafu, but I have seen the tyranny of Lord Shuiyun.

I'm afraid Dafu, this genius, won't live long."

The speaker was an armored general.

Even though Northern Qin had been fighting Dafu for a long time, when he said these words, he was not at all gloating about his misfortune. Instead, his thoughts revealed regret.

"Those who dare to go to the Valley of the Dead to face the West Tower in the sky are all our heroes on earth. It would be a pity to die in the hands of these immortals."

Someone else snorted coldly.

The man's face was stern, his breath was heavy, and even his energy and blood were dark.

"They are heroes in the world, respectable and admirable.

But he is also the enemy of Great Qin.

The best result is that they died in the Valley of the Dead, immortals also died in the West Tower in the sky, and the passage of hundreds of ghosts was opened again.

For our country, Qin, this is the best result."

"When the world is unified, we can kill ourselves and go to heaven to avenge these respectable and admirable heroes."

There was more disgust on Gongsun Suyi's face under the mask, but he was not disrespectful to the general.

Because he is Shen Tu, one of the three great generals of the Qin Kingdom, with unparalleled military exploits.

Dozens of small countries perished in his hands.

Farther away, there is a soul standing in the clouds looking at the scene on the mountain.

"The thirty-six counties you left behind were smelted by this Lu Jing?"

A young man asked.

Young Master Wuji, who had a somewhat arrogant expression on his face, turned around and saluted that Young Master, as expected.

"You are the master of the Thirty-sixth County, but your sword was melted by a big boy. This can be considered a shame for you."

The young man gave a lesson.

Young Master Wuji immediately took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Don't worry, Young Master, Lu Jing is afraid that he will die in this disaster from heaven."

"If he doesn't die... Wuji will always wait for an opportunity to chop off his head and get the new famous sword."

The man who was called the eldest son by Mr. Wuji smiled.

"Then you should do it earlier. Lu Jing is only eighteen years old, but he is already capable of killing Juding Pushe. If you give him a few more years, you, a Thunder Jietian man, may still not be able to kill him."

Mr. Wuji buried his head, his forehead covered with broken hair, and his eyes could not be seen clearly.

But his voice was still calm, and he said softly: "That's what the eldest son said."

At this moment, the eldest son stood up.

He took a long breath, as if he had swallowed all the clouds and mist around him.

"Look above the Valley of the Dead, I'm not the only one from Da Qin looking at the young man's sword armor!"

"Da Leiyin Temple, Langtuo Mountain, Zhenwu Mountain, Pingping Township, Xie Dao Sect...

All sects and sects in the world are eagerly looking forward to it.

Decades after the spiritual tide, there have not been so many immortals in the lower world, and they all want to see how much stronger these immortals are compared to the last spiritual tide."

"There are also people who want to see Lu Jing die. In their opinion, the world may not need so many geniuses.

Especially a peerless person like Lu Jing will always be hated by others."

Follow the eldest son's finger pointing.

Young Master Wuji raised his eyes and saw that in the scene, there were indeed qi machines lingering above the Valley of the Dead, starlight falling down, and various kinds of rare treasures hanging in the air.

The powerful men in the world are all watching this battle between immortals and mortals!

And that young prince of the country is stirring up troubles in the world.

"If he hadn't died, this world would be a bit more interesting.

Zhongshan Hou, Gongsun Suyi, Yu Zhuoxian, Yu Dongshen, and the High Saint Princess of the Western Regions, plus me and Lu Jing!

The younger generation in the world are competing with each other, which is what makes it interesting."

The eldest young master spoke eloquently.

Master Wuji's eyes flashed with light.

Among the characters the eldest son mentioned just now, his name was not included.

The eldest son didn't know whether he was aware of Master Wuji's displeasure.

He whispered slowly: "I want to swallow up the energy of these geniuses and become the best in this world."

Just at this time.

In the void, a flash of light surged.

The strong wind blew by, and some of the fog that filled the Valley of the Dead was blown away.

Lu Jing rides Zhao Ye, dressed in white, and kills Xilou with his hands.

Perhaps because of the wind and rain, he couldn't sense his companions around him.

He saw the wind and rain coming in the sky, and saw the rivers surging in the sky, but his eyes remained calm, stroking the hilt of the sword at his waist, and whispered: "Immortal in the sky, the wind and rain are coming down to the west tower..."

"They don't know what level of cultivation I have reached, nor do they know how sharp you are."
Chapter completed!