Chapter seven hundred and sixty seventh how many times in the world to see you
The fifth day of May is a day destined to be recorded in the history of Cangqing Continent.
On this day, as the battle in front of the Star-Zhailing Mountain in the Linglong Ghost Domain ended, the news flew to all parts of the world as if it had wings.
This also caused an uproar and shocked the world.
The demon clan Huan.
After hearing the news, the strong men of the Huan family who stayed behind in the clan felt as if they had been struck by lightning, as if they were mourning their heirs.
"Heaven will destroy our Huan clan!"
An old man let out a desperate scream.
Originally, they had already prepared a banquet early and prepared fine wine, and they were just waiting for Huan Tiandu and others to celebrate their triumphant return.
But I never thought that what was waiting for me was a piece of bad news like a bolt from the blue!
For a time, the whole clan was devastated.
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Jingkong Zen Temple.
A dense and piercing sound of bells kept ringing.
Every time it rang, the monks' faces turned pale.
Until the bell rang twenty-one times, a suffocating and dull atmosphere enveloped Jingkong Zen Temple.
Every monk was in despair and looked gloomy.
When the bell rings, it means that someone from the sect has died.
The bell rang twenty-one times, which meant that their sect’s entire army had been wiped out when they went to the Linglong Ghost Realm to kill Su Yi!
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Tianji Daomen.
"The Thirty Thousand Years of Dark Ancient Restriction has failed to stop our Tianji Dao Sect, but now...it has been defeated miserably at the hands of a young man!"
An older person lost his temper and looked crazy, crying and shouting, "It's over, it's completely over..."
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Burning Yang Sect.
"You all should disperse, take away the sect's treasures, and be sure not to pretend to be a successor of the Burning Sun Sect in the future. Otherwise, you will be in danger of death."
An old man said with a dull expression, "From now on... there will be no Burning Sun Sect in this world..."
At the end of the sentence, the corners of the old man's lips trembled, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.
As an older person who has experienced many storms and has seen the ups and downs of the world, he undoubtedly knows best that even if Su Yi doesn't take action, countless hungry wolves are bound to pounce on them in the coming time to completely tear the Burning Sun Sect apart.
Swallow.
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As the news of the defeat came, these ancient forces with the potential to dominate the world fell into complete chaos and turmoil one by one.
The same scene also happened in otherworldly forces such as Tianxing Sword House, Tiandou Spirit Sect, and Huaxing Demon Sect.
"As long as Su Yi is here in this Cangqing Continent, there will be no place for us and others to stand up!"
"Let's go, if you don't go, those people who smell blood and add insult to injury will come..."
"What a tragedy it is to turn your head back to success or failure, right or wrong!"
"We are still talking about a comeback. Do you still think our defeat was not miserable enough and not enough people died?"
After these three major external forces fell into turmoil, they eventually made the same choice.
Evacuate from Cangqing Continent!
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On the contrary, the three ancient powers, Yin Sha Ming Palace, Yunyin Sword Mountain, and Dong Guo Clan, all felt extremely lucky after hearing such news.
Because for various reasons, they did not participate in the crusade against Su Yi, and therefore they narrowly escaped a catastrophic disaster!
"Seeing him building a tall building, watching him entertaining guests, watching him...the building collapse...things in the world are impermanent!"
The master of Yin Sha Ming Palace was even more emotional about this.
On this day, every place in the world where monks gathered was also in turmoil.
All that was discussed was the news of this battle, which can be called the most glorious battle in the world.
There is only one name that is discussed the most.
Su Yi!
Some people respect him as Lord Su, some people call him Su Banxian, some people praise his name, some people are shocked by his power...
To monks in the world, Su Yi is a legend!
A living mythological figure.
A charming swordsman who has never been defeated!
It's like a banished immortal comes to heaven, but can never see him again in the human world.
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Dazhou.
It's late at night.
The magnificent palace is brightly lit.
A group of beautiful singers were dancing in thin veils, their graceful skin looming under the shadow of the lights, and the sound of drums was melodious and joyful.
Zhou Zhili was sitting alone on the dragon chair, but his mood was waning and he was lonely.
He is an emperor respected by the world, with great power and power all over the world.
But he is the only one who knows best what it means to be a "lonely person"!
"Report——"
An old eunuch rushed into the hall like a gust of wind.
The cheerful drumming stopped suddenly, and all the dancing singers paused.
"What's the matter?"
Zhou Zhili frowned.
The old eunuch handed over a secret letter that had just been sent from Daxia.
After seeing it, Zhou Zhili couldn't help but be stunned.
After a long while, he slammed the dragon chair and looked up to the sky with laughter in excitement, "From now on, in this vast world, I, Brother Su, should be respected!"
He stood up tall, full of energy, and laughed constantly.
The old eunuch couldn't help but sigh, Your Majesty... he hasn't been so happy for a long time.
"What are you doing in a daze? I'm very interested. Don't be idle in singing and dancing!"
Zhou Zhili said loudly, "I want to have a good drink tonight!"
When the old eunuch saw this, he quickly shouted at the top of his voice: "Quick, keep playing music, keep dancing -!"
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late at night.
In a restaurant.
Lively discussions continued, and the diners present were all talking about the battle between Su Yi and the seven major forces.
Shen Li sat alone in the corner.
Listening to those discussions, Shen Li also had ups and downs in his heart.
"With one man and one sword, he can destroy the seven major forces and join forces to suppress the world. This Su Yi... is really a figure like an immortal in the sky."
"However, such a legendary figure is too far away from me after all."
Shen Li sighed softly.
He is just a small character on the path of cultivation, he has just emerged, and he cannot imagine how terrifying a power like Su Yi must be.
After silently drinking the glass of wine, Shen Li stood up and left.
No matter how powerful Su Yi is, it has nothing to do with a little person like him. To him, his own practice is more important.
"It would be great if I could meet again with the senior who taught me the secret technique. In this case, I can ask him some questions about practice."
Walking on the street, Shen Li couldn't help but picture a majestic figure in his mind, dressed in a green robe and looking indifferent.
He still remembered that the senior patted him on the shoulder and told him, "On this spiritual path where good and evil are not distinguished and black and white are unclear, what you have to do is to recognize the reality and stick to your true heart."
It was also that senior who taught him the inheritance of the "Xuantai Demon Chapter".
To this day, Shen Li feels grateful every time he thinks of this moment.
"In the eyes of the world, Su Yi is a banished immortal from heaven and descended to earth, but in my eyes, that senior is the real banished immortal."
Shen Li murmured secretly, "It's a pity that I just don't know the name of that senior..."
It was not until many years later that Shen Li, who had grown into a giant, realized that the senior he was so grateful for turned out to be the banished immortal in the eyes of the world.
It’s the legend whose sword suppressed the world for 30,000 years!
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"Master, in front of you is Caoxi Village in Fuxianling. The place where brother and sister Cao Ping live is located at the west end of Caoxi Village."
"This village is not simple."
In the deep and empty night, two figures appeared outside Caoxi Village.
One is an old man in black Taoist robes, and the other is a handsome young man in white robes.
The old man's eyes flashed with a strange light. Late at night, Caoxi Village was enveloped in an invisible aura of peace, as peaceful as a paradise.
"What Master said is absolutely true. Since last year, this remote secular village has changed. Every villager has a long life and a prosperous fortune. Even this small village has never been attacked by vicious beasts."
The young man in white robe said, "Especially the brother and sister Cao Ping and Cao An, they are like auspiciousness in the village. They always encounter some weird and wonderful things, so that even now, the secular people in the area of a hundred miles are calling them The two of them came down to earth for the lucky stars."
The old man nodded and said, "This is luck. Let's go and see where the brother and sister live."
With that said, he walked into Caoxi Village.
It was already late at night, and people in the village had all rested. Only a few households still had oil lamps on.
"Awesome! The veins and mountains of this world have changed. What is gathering is not the aura of heaven and earth, but the ethereal auspicious aura of the great avenue."
Walking into the village, the old man felt a different feeling keenly.
The seemingly ordinary village turned into a cave-like paradise because of an auspicious atmosphere.
This made the old man moved. What kind of existence could have changed the feng shui of this small village and attracted the auspicious power from all directions?
"Master, right in front is where the brother and sister live."
The young man in white robe pointed to the distance.
It was a simple courtyard with three thatched cottages, a cowshed, vegetable beds and chicken coops.
Such a place of residence looks like a poor home at first glance.
But when the old man saw this courtyard, he quietly stamped his feet, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a look of surprise could not be suppressed between his brows.
The auspicious aura of this place is like a dragon hiding in the abyss, not showing up in the mountains or dew. It is difficult for ordinary people, even monks on the road, to detect it.
"Master, I heard that from last year to now, many practitioners came to visit, but without exception, they all retreated quietly. No one dared to disturb the tranquility of this village."
The white-robed boy clicked his tongue and said in wonder, "Especially during the coming of the Great Age, countless ferocious monsters and ghosts appeared on Fuxian Ridge, but none of them dared to come to this village to run wild. It is simply unbelievable.
"
The old man said: "Is it strange? It's not strange at all."
He looked at the lintel of the house in the middle of the courtyard, where there was a piece of red paper with four words written on it:
Peace is blessing.
Four commonly seen words.
However, the handwriting is old-fashioned and vigorous, which makes people feel peaceful and comfortable the more they read it.
But in the eyes of the old man, these four characters have a majestic momentum and are filled with a mystical charm of vastness and peace!
His state of mind could not help but tremble inexplicably. In a trance, it seemed that he was not facing a word, but a vast world!
For a moment, the old man's expression changed, his eyes were glazed over, and his hands and feet were trembling slightly.