Right in the middle of the Valley of the Dead.

Only a few ruins remain of this city that once housed millions of people.

The white bones have been covered by years of wind and sand, and occasionally some fine bone spurs fly out and blend into the wind and rain.

Lord Shuiyun never took action after all.

On top of the ruins with his broken arm, Bai sat on his knees watching the chessboard.

The way he looked down at Lord Shuiyun was like looking at the countless endings on the self-cultivation tower.

The strong wind howled around Mr. Shuiyun, and the shadow of a pavilion loomed behind him.

The owner of the Heavenly West Tower frowned slightly in thought.

He never thought again that Zhao Qingping, who was said to be extremely talented, would die in Lu Jing's hands.

It is not that the best among the immortals will not die. During the last spiritual tide war, many immortals died at the hands of strong men in the world, and even the original poster fell.

But if an eighth-level Tianfu immortal died in the hands of a human boy of the sixth level of Zhaoxing, even Lord Shuiyun, who had seen the world in heaven and earth, would have many doubts in his heart.

He put his hands behind his back and ignored Mr. Chess Watcher's gaze.

The torrential wind and rain that originally came from him have now turned into drizzle and breeze, as silent as the spring rain in early spring.

“The death aura of the Hundred Ghosts here is much stronger than it was ten years ago.

Maybe if you choose this place as the battlefield, it will give Lu Jing a little more life."

Mr. Shuiyun watched for half a quarter of an hour before he stepped up to the clouds and faced Mr. Guanqi.

"It's just that both your junior brother Bai Weizhi and the owner of Crouching Tiger Tower told me that since you entered the human world, swam through the mountains and rivers of the human world, and seen all kinds of life in the human world, you don't want to go back to heaven, let alone the jade.

Fairy Tower.

They all said that you felt attached to this devastated world and felt a sense of belonging.

So you are sitting in Taixuan Jing, but your spiritual thoughts are wandering around Yanggu, Yuyuan, and even the Yuan Shen is carrying the water of Parrot Island, trying to compete with the truth of heaven and earth for the right to live.

They also said that you regard death as home and are unwilling to return to the Jade Immortal Tower and become a dead tree in the building."

"It's just... I came to the human world today and saw you setting the battlefield here, and I suddenly felt that maybe they had guessed you wrong.

You know that there is a passage leading to Baigui Mountain, but you still stop me here, then... maybe Mr. Guanqi is just enjoying your status in the world, and when you reach heaven, you are still willing to return to Jade.

Immortal Tower, become the Qingdu Lord favored by the Emperor of Heaven."

Mr. Guanqi looked at the wind and rain in the distance, but did not tell Mr. Shuiyun that this battlefield was not his choice.

The reason why he came here was because he trusted his disciples.

In the distance, strong winds were blowing.

Faintly visible, another sword energy suddenly hung up in the sky, just like a brilliant river of stars.

The strong wind roared behind the sword energy.

This scene was spectacular to the extreme.

"Lu Jing will still die, and he will die in the hands of General Feng."

Shuiyun Jun said calmly: "Even if he doesn't die, you will die anyway. When you die, I will crush him into the wind, rain and dust with just one finger.

Mr. Qingdu, I don’t understand most things in the world.

For example...the two imperial courts do not help each other, and the major sects in the world cannot take action due to the rules of heaven and earth.

Then why do these people come one after another to die?"

"Do they think they can block half of my west tower with their strength?"

Mr. Shuiyun seemed to be seriously asking Mr. Guanqi for advice.

Mr. Guanqi smiled and said, "Actually, I'm a little surprised too."

Mr. Shuiyun saluted Mr. Guanqi: "Please give me some advice."

Mr. Guanqi said: "Ever since Mr. Four and I were punished by God when we moved to Parrot Island, and after seeing the drought in the middle of the river for many years, I have never had much hope for things in the world."

"The Great Candle King of the Northern Qin Dynasty burned all the knowledge in the world. He only wanted his people to bend down and work. When necessary, they would jump into the pit of fire to fuel the blazing fire of Qin.

Benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust are all that the Great Candle King abandons for his people. All it takes is the word bravery."

"Emperor Dafu Chongtian was just the opposite. He allowed the library to stand in Taixuan Jing, and allowed the library to overwhelm the eight great families in Hedong, and allowed the Master to surpass the Chen family's Yasheng.

This seems to be a clear and bright spirit, but in his heart there is no more government affairs and no living beings in the world. He only thinks about the chess game in which he has accomplished a single victory."

"This situation has been going on for decades. I originally thought that the choices of the kings of the two dynasties would affect the entire world. From then on, there will be no more benevolent and righteous people in the world."

"However, those few lines of Lu Jing's poem have attracted so many people who are willing to die, which makes me quite surprised.

What's more...why does Mr. Shuiyun think they are useless?"

Mr. Guanqi asked Mr. Shuiyun very seriously.

As he spoke, he shook his sleeves again, and a rune in his sleeves appeared burning in the void.

Suddenly the surrounding fog became much thinner, making many windy and rainy conditions become apparent.

"Sui Yunjun, look, those whose bones are buried in the wind and rain are not only human monks, but also the immortals who went up to the West Tower that day."

Shuiyun Jun didn't even raise his head, and said indifferently: "The corpses of immortals are one of ten. If you come to the human world once and kill a human genius who holds the power of heaven, what's the harm in killing a few ordinary immortals?"

"Is Zhao Qingping an ordinary immortal?" Mr. Guanqi asked.

Lord Shuiyun's breath remained unchanged, but he did not answer Mr. Guanqi's inquiry. Instead, he looked at Mr. Guanqi up and down, and suddenly said: "Under your young skin, you have an old body.

You have spent a lot of effort to attract the mountains and rivers in the sky to stop me, but I don’t know how long you can stop me.

Mr. Qingdu, God’s punishment has been imposed on you, blocking your smooth path to becoming a true king and cutting off your lifeline.

If you continue to expend all your energy, I'm afraid you won't survive for even half an hour.

It’s only half an hour... What’s the harm if I just wait?”

Mr. Guanqi grinned: "After waiting for half an hour, how many immortals like you in the West Tower will be left?"

Shui Yunjun's eyes moved.

But he saw that the Valley of the Dead, the wind and rain realm that he divided with the authority of heaven and time, had all changed.

I saw Lu Jing holding a sword and a knife, walking on the border between wind and rain.

The mist lingering on his body always merges with the wind and rain, and then passes through the barrier between the two winds and rain.

Every time he crossed the barrier, the mark of wind and rain in Lu Jingmei's heart became deeper and deeper.

The wind and rain in the land of wind and rain also seemed to be welcoming his arrival.

Because of this, Lu Jing is at home in the stormy environment.

Even General Feng, who was obviously more powerful than the young Zhao Qingping, was unable to cross many barriers and catch up with Lu Jing.

Lu Jing held Shaxilou in his hand and flew through the air. With his high-spirited sword, he could always cut off the heads of ordinary immortals.

The hot blood of the immortals is also red, scattered on the ground, corresponding to the white bones that have been rolled up by magical powers and magic.

Mr. Shuiyun obviously saw this scene, but he seemed indifferent and shook his head at Mr. Guanqi.

"Even if the immortals in the West Tower can't be called more than a few among the Twelve Towers, there are more than 6,000 immortals in half of the West Tower.

Lu Jingzhao's Realm of Stars reflected Tai Weiyuan. Even though he has the power to compete with practitioners in the Eighth Realm, he is not invincible.

The Immortal Xilou in the sky is not a lamb to be slaughtered.

I let him kill for half an hour, how many more can he kill?"

Mr. Shuiyun spoke eloquently.

Mr. Guanqi stood up at this moment.

He raised his head high, and what he could see was the entire Valley of the Dead.

"Lu Jing can't kill too many immortals, and these human practitioners who regard death as home are no match for the immortals in the West Tower in the sky.

Even I, as Lu Jing's teacher, don't know how Lu Jing should survive."

came the voice of Mr. Guanqi.

Lu Jing, who was wandering in the realm of wind and rain, cut off the head of an immortal and suddenly pointed at the void.

In an instant, the blood of the immortals on the ground suddenly condensed and turned into a high platform.

Then the high platform split into three and lit up with a bright light.

In the bursts of light, the wind and rain mark between Lu Jing's eyebrows suddenly flashed.

Storms are rising again in the Valley of the Dead.

"Actually, this is Lu Jing's chance. Lord Shuiyun didn't want Lu Jing to have any vitality at all, and he also wanted your favorite disciple Zhao Qingping to kill the most talented people in the world and build up his courage, so he created all these stormy situations.

It's a pity that Lu Jing also holds the power to control the wind and rain.

Moreover, Lu Jing is extremely talented and has a rare understanding of the truth of heaven and earth."
To be continued...