The cultivation valley is as always, with constant disputes and noisy as if it were a shrinking world.

"I have said so many times. Don't let me be here. Can't you hear the people from the Sword Sect again? Ah?"

There were many people around outside, most of them were from Qi Sect, and people from other sects dared not come forward to persuade them. "What are you looking at? What are you looking at? Go back to practice, stop watching!"

Hundreds of Qi Sect disciples stopped everyone outside, Jian Xuanfeng was also injured, and Liu'er, Feng Shiyi and others were stopped and unable to rush in.

"Senior Sister Chen...Senior Sister Chen! Let her go, let my senior sister go!"

At this moment, I saw that Chen Jingjing was trampled on the four cultivation platforms and the Vermilion Bird Platform by a man. The man was no one else, but Zhuo Yifan. What he was holding was the Hanguang Sword that Ren Pingsheng had been.

"I just... come back my junior brother's sword and return it to me..."

Chen Jingjing was covered in blood and had many bruises on her body. She was beaten up by more than a dozen people just now, so she didn't dare to fight back.

"What? Breaking louder! I can't hear it!"

Zhuo Yifan held the sword in his right hand and covered his ears with his left hand, smiling proudly. More than a dozen disciples of the Qi Sect around him were also laughing wildly.

"Give me your junior brother's sword back..."

"Oh? You are talking about this sword? If you want it, just say it. If you don't say it, how do I know you want it? Hahahahaha!"

"My junior brother's sword, give it back to me..."

"Then I won't pay it back? What do you want?"

Zhuo Yifan stepped on her face with a fierce kick, staring at her, "If I don't return, what can you do?" At this point, he sneered again: "Who was it? 'From today, you will be a disciple of my Sword Sect. If someone bullies you in the future, you can report my name. Remember, my name is Chen Jingjing..." Wuwuwu, I'm so scared! I'm so scared!" As he said, he stepped on Chen Jingjing's face with force.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Hahahahahahaha!"

"Senior Sister Chen... don't! Please! We don't want swords anymore, please! Don't hit her again..." Liu'er cried outside.

"Give me your junior brother's sword back..."

Chen Jingjing's face was covered in blood and her hands were covered in blood. She stretched out to Zhuo Yifan. Zhuo Yifan was stunned: "You are not dead yet? OK, kneel down and beg me, beg me, I will give you this sword..."

"Senior Sister Chen...No! No!"

"I beg you... to return my junior brother's sword to me..."

"Hahahaha! Have you seen it? Have you all seen it? Chief Senior Sister of the Sword Sect, she kneeled to me, she kneeled to me... Hahahaha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Laughing spread throughout the cultivation valley, and the two elders Yang and Li had no choice but to sigh outside. Since the incident happened, the princess has never come again. Who would dare to care about these things? Zhuo Yifan's cultivation is now much higher than both of them.

"I won't give it!"

Suddenly, Zhuo Yifan showed his fierce look, glared at him, kicked Shen Jingjing hard in the jaw, kicking her whole body hard, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Ah! Senior Sister Chen! Senior Sister Chen! No! No! No! Wuwuwu..." Liu'er cried so hard that she burst into tears.

At this moment, a cold and terrifying aura suddenly came to the cliff in the north. The disciples of the Qi Sect around him did not react, and a strong wind had already passed by them!

"who!"

Zhuo Yifan's spiritual realm's cultivation level was naturally reflected at this moment, but when he instinctively stabbed the sword in his hand towards the shadow, he sniffed, and his throat was already pierced by a bamboo.

"Uh...you, you..."

Zhuo Yifan couldn't believe it until his death. Someone could use a bamboo to penetrate his dragon and elephant magical skill, and blood flowed down the bamboo. Zhuo Yifan held Hanguang's hand and finally drooped softly and with a "clang" sound, Hanguang fell at his feet. Until he died, he could not see how the other party drew his sword, nor could he see who the face under the black robe was...

"You don't deserve this sword..."

Ren Pingsheng stretched out his hand and retrieved Han Guang from the air. With a "swish", he pulled the bamboo out of Zhuo Yifan's throat. Blood splattered everywhere. Zhuo Yifan's body fell heavily, raising dust all over the ground.

"Murdered...murdered!"

The disciples of the Qi Sect around him were frightened and panicked. The fish flew and birds scattered. Ren Pingsheng looked at Chen Jingjing on the ground. At this moment, he didn't know what kind of expression under his cloak was calm or complicated? No one knew, no one saw it, and the next moment, he disappeared. When the elder arrived, he could no longer notice any of his breath.

Liu'er and Feng Shiyi rushed in, holding Chen Jingjing, and staring blankly. They couldn't believe the person just now. It was impossible. Three years ago, three years ago, and three years ago, it was impossible...

"Chase!"

"I dare to kill someone in my Qixuan Sect in broad daylight! I must arrest this demon!"

"Chase!"

...

Ren Pingsheng was about to leave, but who could catch up with him? After leaving Qixuan Mountain, he found a stream to wash the blood from the bamboo sword. In the hands of ordinary people, this was just an ordinary bamboo stick. In the hands of poets, this was called "bamboo stick", in the hands of beggars, this was called "dog beater stick", and in the hands of Ren Pingsheng, this was the most powerful sword in the world.

But the world is vast, where is he going now?

When he came out of the deep valley, the Living Dead Senior reminded him in a codeword that the entire Yunlan Tiandi Realm is looking for him now. Is there no place for the world to be there? Wherever the Xuanmen is located, there must be a suspicion of the Yunlan Tiandi Realm. Whenever he goes to any Xuanmen, he will definitely be discovered. If he cannot go to Xuanmen, then there is only the Demon Sect.

For example, the earth's spiritual energy is thin today, and it cannot be cultivated just by finding a place. It would have been possible three hundred years ago. But now, there are only some sects, whether it is the Xuanmen or the Demon Sect, only they have formations that can condense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Ren Pingsheng needs such a sect with a spirit gathering formation.

Perhaps there is also spiritual energy condensation in some other unknown places, but it is too difficult to find those places. Moreover, the spiritual energy in those places will often not condense again after being absorbed.

Ren Pingsheng washed the bamboo sword and gently stroked Hanguang, cleaning the Hanguang sword for a while. After three years, Hanguang... The scenes of the past are like yesterday.

When he went back, he went to his former residence first. The flowers in the courtyard were still there, and everything in the house had not changed. It was still the same as the day he left, but there were no traces of dust in the house. I think people come in to clean every day. After cleaning, they put the things back to their original place.

He took some things from the past, but in fact he had nothing, they were just gadgets.

After washing, Han Guang was still flowing with extraordinary light. Let Pingsheng's eyes fall on the blue light at the end of the sword. I don't know where the sword sheath went, it doesn't matter. Now there is no need for a sword sheath.

In this life, he took back Han Guangsai. Where is the Tianni Sword in the previous life?

Tian Ni Sword was originally an unknown sword. No one knew its origin and how it came to Hongmeng God Realm. Later, because every generation of sword masters would eventually die of misfortune, and even if it was contaminated, it would bring bad luck. Therefore, it was called Hongmeng's No. 1 Sword, which was the most fierce sword, known as the "No. 1 Sword of the Ancient Times". But even so, how many people still flocked to it back then? How many people died for this Tian Ni Sword? In the end, even he could not escape the curse fate. Ten thousand years ago, he was the last sword master of Tian Ni Sword.

Now, where has the Tianni Sword landed? Who has the hands of him? He jumped out of the Reincarnation Pool and was reincarnated ten thousand years later, but the Tianni Sword is not a thing in the mortal world and cannot fall into the mortal world. Most of them passed the Reincarnation Pool and remained in the Hongmeng God Realm, but he didn't know where it fell.

At this moment, Ren Pingsheng raised his head and looked at the unattainable vast sky, the divine realm... the divine realm that mortals can be seen but cannot be reached.

Above the heavens of the divine realm, there is an existence called "Shenxiao Tianque", which is the existence above the gods, just like the Yunlan Tian Realm that is above the cultivators in the world.

There are nine skyscrapers in the sky, and the sky is the highest. What is above the sky?

"Above Shenxiao...Sister, have you been there now?"

Ren Pingsheng looked up at the sky, above the divine sky, no one knew where it was, because no one had ever been there.

"Forget it."

At this moment, Ren Pingsheng didn't think too much. He pointed two fingers and Han Guangsword followed his left wrist "Taiyuan" and "Shenmen" into the two acupoints. This is to integrate the sword into his body. Only when the sword realm reaches the "Sword Heart is clear" can he achieve it. As for the practitioners, there is another magical power, called "The Universe in the Sleeve". As the name suggests, the sleeves can contain the heaven, earth, sun, moon and stars. Of course, it is a bit exaggerated, but it is not impossible to use it to put some ordinary magic weapons.

Today, Ren Pingsheng sealed Hanguang in his body. He vowed that Hanguang would never be stained with blood before cutting down King Ning's head with Hanguang.

After doing everything, he gently held a bamboo stick in his hand and walked forward. Gradually, dark clouds gathered above his head. Suddenly, he thought of his previous life, a generation of sword emperor, but he was not like other gods and immortals. He was free and easy by nature, and did not like to accept disciples or tie them. He was not like others, and he often had one or more disciples. He officially accepted only seven disciples in his life, but now, he should have been wiped out by his senior sister.

Poor that the disciple he accepted was named Qiyin, the daughter of his old friend. Unfortunately, before he could formally teach a set of swordsmanship, he suddenly had an accident. He still remembered the cute and playful little girl who liked to come to his Yanyu Pavilion when he was a child. She was innocent and lively. She always pestered him and asked him to accept her as his disciple in the future. She also asked him to make a note, saying that she was his last disciple. In this way, when the senior brothers and sisters all started their masters, the master would only spoil her, the disciple... Unexpectedly, the prophecy finally came true.

The senior sister is cruel and ruthless. She will definitely not let her go... Thinking of this, Ren Pingsheng only felt a wave of desolation coming up. Maybe even the two cats in Yanyu Pavilion were buried alive.

Speaking of the two cats, it was the birthday banquet of the Nine Immortals, and they were invited to all the immortals and gods of the Hongmeng God Realm. However, when the purple palace was opened, two raccoon cats also sneaked in, snatched peaches and drank the fairy wine behind them. When the empress was angry, she wanted to execute the two poor little monsters. Yan Yu Wuchen said that he asked him to bring the two cats back to his "Free Red Dust Immortal Realm" and educated them well. After taking them back, the two cats were not "educated", but also became even more presumptuous. Every morning, one cat curled up in his arms and the other one lay on his head. Anyway, where there were cats, there were mist and dust.

"Boom..."

There was a light thunder in the sky, and it seemed that it was going to rain. Ren Pingsheng raised his head and the leaves in the sky swept past his eyes with the wind, just like past events, passing through his heart one by one. The world suddenly became vast. Whether it was the past or this life, he was the only one left now...

"Senior sister, now you must get what you want and enter the God Emperor realm..."

"It's been a thousand years, ten thousand years, but don't forget, I said, I will come back to find you..."

"Are you ready in this life?"

The thunder gradually became louder, and the raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky, dense, cold and cold, and a little bit of bone-like cold.

But, so what?

Let Pingsheng walk forward with great strides.

That's right, bamboo sticks and straw shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A raincoat can last forever.

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The Hongmeng Divine Realm is supreme and has a vast cloud of clouds.

Since the drastic changes in the world three hundred years ago, in recent years, not only has the spiritual energy in the world declined, but even the Hongmeng God Realm is inevitable. Therefore, the immortals and gods from all sides fought for spiritual energy and cultivation resources.

Like the surface of the Mirror Water Lake, the Hongmeng God Realm that has been calmed for thousands of years, finally again, deep in the middle of the lake, the invisible dark tide is like the prehistoric beasts hiding in the world, and it is about to start to disrupt the world again.

This is the "water clouds" above the "blue sea and blue sky", and it is also the location of "Yaoguang City", the leader of the immortals. Under the dusk sky, a mirage-like palace stood tall in the vast clouds, reflecting the sunset, looming. Now the entire turbulent and uneasy divine world is the only Yunyao Palace in Yaoguang City, which is still quite calm.

No matter whether it is an immortal or a demon, no one dares to extend his hands and feet here.

At this time, in an extremely fragrant bedroom, two tassel palace lanterns with long jade pendants hung on the left and right sides of the screen, emitting bright light like snow, projecting on the soft and soft silk on the body of a woman.

But looking at her hair sprinkled, her chest was filled with snow, and she was wearing only a small close-fitting dress. Suddenly, she woke up from her dream, covered in cold sweat, soaking the brocade quilt that she changed every day on the fragrant couch.

Her eyes were dull, her legs were tightly closed, and her hands held the snow-white sheet with both hands, as if she had lost her soul. The sheet was gradually twisted into a ball by her ten orchid-like jade fingers, and there were still some dripping sweat stains on it.

Recalling the dream just now, her heartbeats more and more violently, her chest keeps rising and falling, and her breathing begins to become rapid. The sweat on her face is getting more and more. She slowly goes down along her jade neck, drop by drop, and falls onto the snow-white bed sheets.

A hint of refreshing fragrance gradually spread near the bed, but there were neither sandalwood nor flowers in the whole room. I think this fragrance was the body fragrance that penetrated from her white and snowy skin. A sweet fragrance gradually spread throughout the room.

She is the most beautiful woman in the god world. No matter whether he is a fairy, a god, or the arrogant demon emperor, she will be moved whenever she sees her. She will be a man, even if many women see her, she will be fascinated by her face. From then on, she will only be drunk for her, and will never see any man again for her for the rest of her life, but will only fall in love with her.

But she was never shaken by anyone among these people. If she had to say it, it was many years ago. She had been moved by such a man, but unfortunately, she finally took over the man's divine character with her own hands.

Immortality is really so obsessed with being unable to extricate yourself?
Chapter completed!