Ku Jue alone versus the six friends of Jingtian should be a battle worthy of being recorded in history. After all, it is rare for the world to see one true person versus six true figures.

But because the battle took place in Changhe, it also coincided with the Dragon Palace Banquet, the Taixu Alliance began, and Kowloon held the Riyong Town Shanhe Seal to suppress Changhe...

This earth-shattering war started and ended within the long river and never disturbed the world.

No matter how rough the waves are, they eventually calm down into clear waves... making the water's light shine on the sky like a mirror. It also makes the few clouds in the sky gather and disperse.

The long river ripples thousands of miles, and almost everyone in the Six Friends of Jingtian is honored.

The old monk with a yellow face lay on his back on the river. The real man's blood was stained in all directions.

The river breeze blew quietly, and the thick fog formed during the battle was blown away, and the bridge in front could be faintly seen - it was a majestic and ancient great gesture. Nothing has changed for thousands of years, but they

Changed the river.

The reflection in the water resembled a flowing painting. The six friends of Jingtian walked on the water and passed by the yellow-faced old monk.

"Ah, it's not as easy as expected." Cang Shen Lao Dao walked at the front and gave his own evaluation: "Everyone underestimates him."

The serious Licorice expressed his approval: "The feeling of bitterness... is very strong."

"Hiss..." Baizhu covered his right cheek, took out a bronze mirror, and took pictures while walking there: "It seems that his appearance has been disfigured."

"It's all your fault that you can't keep up with me at all." Chen Pi wrinkled his ugly face: "Otherwise, why would I need so much time?"

"Come on!" Baizhu dismissed it: "Don't think that just because you are ugly, you can talk nonsense. If I hadn't helped you quickly, you would have been beaten to death!"

"You are slandering!" Chen Pi's focus was not on this at all: "Who looks ugly? I am a strange person with a different appearance!"

"Ahem, cough, cough!" Female Crown Fuling put away the handkerchief that was coughing up blood, and sighed softly: "I wonder what's going on over there. I wasted so much time. Isn't it already finished?"

"Zhuang Gaoxian is very capable, so he shouldn't be so helpless..." Banxia walked at the end. Thinking of the battle just now, the firmness in his tone gradually wavered.

He easily picked up the old monk with a yellow face who was sinking. The torn monk's clothes were wet and clinging to the old monk's body, protruding from his skinny bones - it was really a skinny body, and he didn't know where the previous strength came from.

The drops of water dripped down, and there was a bit of blood in between, but not much anymore. The blood was almost dry...

Banxia held the remains of the real person in his hand, took one last look at Changhe, whose blood had melted away, and followed the steps of the people in front of him.

The murder route was not complicated. No matter how Zhuang Gaoxian moved left and right, the ultimate goal was very clear, so although many traces were lost, it was not difficult to track it.

It's just that it took too long, and Zhuang Gaoxian has successfully escaped back to Zhuang Country.

What does it mean for an Emperor Zhengshuo to return to his own country?

Every real person present knew this clearly.

"Maybe we are really late." Bai Zhu said with raised eyebrows.

Licorice solemnly said: "Not necessarily. Judging from the traces along the way, Zhuang Gaoxian was not able to escape the pursuit from beginning to end. He could still escape back to Zhuang Country. Maybe this is the cemetery Jiang Wang chose for him."

"You attach too much importance to him. It's beyond imagination to push Zhuang Xiao'er to this point. You still want to-" Chen Pi calmed down his breathing and came back: "I told you not to go so fast. I'm blocking you."

The person in front has suffered the most attacks, why don't you take care of me?"

Cang Shen looks the oldest, but is the most direct: "You know it in the past."

Fu Ling raised her hand to stop him: "We still have to pay attention to some effects and don't make them too obvious. Let me check the situation first -"

After saying that, his pupils turned and his eyes were in a trance.

Out of the repressive scope of Shanhe Seal in Pengriyong Town, Kowloon, the real person's eyes can see into the world again.

"Zhuang Gaoxian's situation seems not to be good." She murmured.

"What did you see?" Licorice asked.

Among the six truths, Poria Eye Technique is the strongest. So others don’t go and see it themselves.

Fu Ling's tone was very complicated, and she couldn't tell whether she was surprised or suspicious: "They have fallen into the gap in the world now. I can't see clearly, but Zhuang Gaoxian's 'qi'... is rapidly weakening."

"You guys wait here and take a short rest." Ban Xia paused: "I'll go check on the situation first."

Now in Liu Zhenli, he is in the best condition and can best deal with accidents.

Snapped!

Suddenly a skinny hand grabbed his sleeve.

Banxia was not surprised, she just lowered her head, looked at the old monk who used his last remaining strength to catch him, and expressed doubts in his eyes.

Ku Jue's breath was already very weak, and he was vomiting blood: "Don't let him... see it!"

Banxia thought for a while: "Okay, if you think it is necessary."

Ku Jue then closed her eyes, but her skinny hand was still tightly grasping the sleeve of Pinellia ternata, as if this could slow down Pinellia ternata's steps.

The translucent flame started from the palm that refused to let go and spread to the entire Tao body.

Ta-ta-ta-ta...

Blood rained from the sky.

Whose heart did it knock on?

…

…

Ku Jue's eyes closed and he could finally rest.

Jiang Wang's eyes were opened, and he had to face the world.

The so-called glimpse of fate is conveyed in the eyes like this.

Master Ku Ming, the abbot of Xuankong Temple, used his unique means to allow him to enter Ku Jue's fate and watch Ku Jue's last moments. He saw the story that was submerged in the long river and should have been submerged in the river of time.

He has never felt pain so close, nor...so far away.

Four years ago, when he walked out of the Life Monument, what was floating in the sky was this rain of blood.

The Taoist priest named Banxia, ​​holding an oil-paper umbrella, walked out of the bloody rain, showing the posture of a real person from Shangguo.

At that time, he still thought, could it be that the sorrow of heaven and earth related to Zhuang Gaoxian fell from the underworld to the outside world?

It turned out that it rained twice that day.

A rain falls in the story, and a rain falls in the memory.

He wants to become famous all over the world, and a true-killing battle is enough to be recorded in the annals of history.

That yellow-faced old monk was one against six... no one knew, no one knew.

There is only a lonely rain of blood.

Green smoke was lingering, and the two people sitting opposite each other were a little blurry in the smoke.

The abbot of Xuankong Temple is a Zen of hardship.

The pure depth of Sanbao Mountain is also like a clay statue.

The abbot saw that Jiang Wang's eyes were deep, not showing any emotion at this moment, like a bottomless black hole, swallowing up all the light.

He wanted to say something, but remained silent.

"Where is Jingli?" Jiang Wang's voice was a little hoarse.

Kuming said: "After Kujue's accident, Kubing went to the Dragon Palace and brought Jingli back to the mountain gate. After crying for a few days, he started to attack Dongzhen and wanted to take revenge alone. I locked him up and didn't want him.

Go and die—do you want to see him?”

"No need. Don't tell him that I have been here." Jiang Wang said slowly: "Let him continue to retreat. He is too naive. Real people are still small in this world."

"Ku Jue has one last letter. I'll give it to you when I really can't hide it anymore." Ku Ming said, taking out a thin letter from his arms and putting it on the long desk.

He spoke earnestly and sincerely: "How about real people? I was lucky enough to attain the path of evolution and reach the so-called peak, but I always feel insignificant."

Of course Jiang Wang understood.

Jiang Wang also knew very well what a behemoth the Central Great View Empire was.

In the world, no matter the great powers of Qin and Chu, or the great sects of the ages, who is not under its shadow?

Back when Meng Tianhai was in trouble, Song Boti said that if Meng Tianhai dared to take Yun Mengzhou by force, he would be beaten to death even if he escaped from the world of mortals.

If the state of Chu has such confidence, then how powerful the Central Jing state, which is number one in the world, must be!

How Meng Tianhai failed in the end, he could see clearly on the front line of the disaster. The Emperor Jingwen who left his name on the gate of the world of mortals was the first person to be transcendent since the beginning of the Dao calendar.

The power of Jingguo is so strong that it makes people suffocate, and it is so strong that the whole world is silent.

So he didn't ask a question from beginning to end - why did the Xuankong Temple do nothing? Or, what should the Xuankong Temple do?

Is Xuankong Temple willing to admit this?

So what if you just don’t recognize it?

Kujue has left the Xuankong Temple.

Before Kujue set out, he was already prepared to die.

He was standing in front of the Six Friends of Jingtian as the Kujue of Sanbaoshan, and had nothing to do with Xuankong Temple.

Jiang Wang did not speak, but silently picked up the letter - the last letter left by Ku Jue.
To be continued...