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The Chaosheng Pavilion is nine thousand miles away from the Bihai Tower, and even ordinary Taoists can come here in half a day.

But between these two places, there are very few Taoists who walk in the air, even if they go around nine thousand miles, they will never set foot in this sea area.

And the people volleying above the blue sea are nothing more than two kinds of people.

The down-and-out who are fleeing for their lives have no choice!

Obeying orders and chasing and killing people is a last resort!

Xiao Wenwen is a downcast person who "runs for his life", his figure is like a passing wind and lightning, but he also knows that if he is half a breath away, his life is in danger.

If you worry, you worry, if you run away, you run away.

And the sword he stabbed Li Tai'a made his heart a little bit more hearty, now is the time to wake up from the wine.

A ray of pale inch light shot out towards Xiao Wendao, and his eyes flicked to look at the person who was only a thousand feet away in front of him.

"Master Zhao." Xiao asked Ling Kong and looked at the plain white Taoist robe and called out lightly.

Zhao Qinghang looked at Xiao Wendao with his hands behind his back, frowned and said, "If you and I meet, I will be the corpse collector. If you are buried in the mouth of that thing at the bottom of the sea, I can't bear it."

"Collect the corpse." Xiao asked with a faint sigh.

Chao Sheng Pavilion 72 Sword Slaves had already sat Xiao Wendao in the center, and the sea beneath them was as calm as a bronze mirror, reflecting their reflections.

"Actually, this is the real Chaosheng Pavilion." Zhao Qinghang said calmly.

Xiao Wen asked with a twitch of his mouth, looked at Zhao Qinghang's pupils like snow spiders, and said, "True or false, you think this is my burial place."

But Zhao Qinghang turned a deaf ear to Xiao Wen's words, and continued: "It's just that later, a behemoth came and ate the Shenmen Xianfeng of Chaosheng Pavilion, drank the Daomen Xuandi of Taichuyuan, and forcibly took Tai Ah Sheng The ancestors rushed to a corner."

Listening to Zhao Qinghang's words, Xiao Wenwen suddenly understood why Li Tai'a practiced Taoism in this corner.

"This thing on the bottom of the sea is called Futian." Zhao Qinghang said, his pupils shrank.

"Is it related to the Futian clan?" Xiao Wen asked aloud.

Zhao Qinghang raised his eyes and said in a deep voice, "He... is the ancestor of the Futian clan."

After Xiao Wenwen heard what Zhao Qinghang said, his heart was filled with ecstasy. Looking at the blue sea under his feet was like looking at Nalan Dieyi who was smiling like a flower.

"It's saved...it's saved." Xiao Wendao murmured softly, he was about to enter the blue sea with Wendao sword in his hand.

The point of the sword pierced the surface of the sea, but it was difficult for Wendao's sword to pierce even an inch. The surface of the sea was like fluorite. Even with Xiao Wendao's [-]% cultivation, he could only penetrate half an inch.

"I said... this is the real sect of Chaosheng Pavilion." Zhao Qinghang looked at Xiao and asked.

"So what." Xiao asked and called out.

"The Holy Ancestor used Chaosheng Shengge to suppress Futian Soul Demon, and used his own body to suppress the soul for thousands of years. He is not without chivalry and courage, nor is he weak and weak. He can't break the void, and he can't leave this place for thousands of miles. If Futian Soul Demon Goodbye to the sky, there is only one unique skill in the world." Zhao Qinghang said eloquently.

Xiao Wenwen listened to what Zhao Qinghang said, and pulled out the half-inch sword tip that had pierced into Bihai.

He remembered what the Taoist ancestor once said in the Taoist scriptures, good and evil are one thing, let alone good and evil.

It's just that this kind of Tai Ah made Xiao Wendao stunned, and used Chaosheng Pavilion to suppress Futian Soul Demon.And this defense lasts for tens of thousands of years.

Presumably, the sword that Li Tai'a let Xiao Wenwen pass through his heart, I am afraid that Li Tai'a has been alone for a long time, and he has been lonely for a long time.

"However, you will still die." After Zhao Qinghang said this, he turned and looked at the gray dog ​​like white clouds.

The blue sea under his feet was like boiling water at once, and a cloud of water rose up under the feet of Chaoshengge 72 Sword Nu.

"Formation." The leader of the sword slaves put the fairy sword in his hand between his eyebrows.

Xiao Wen asked to stand with his sword in his hand, like a Taoist who could face life and death, he turned his head and glanced at Kong Kong, and said, "Flee."

There was a bit of slyness in the empty fox pupils, just like when Xiao Wendao met her for the first time, that slyness never changed.

The sword array has been set up, and the wind is rumbling.

The empty fox pupils glowed with a coquettish inch light, and there was a fingernail-sized golden lotus on her forehead, baring her sharp teeth, and she was walking towards 72 sword slaves.

"Cangshan bears snow." The head of the sword slave moved his mouth.

72 The dao sword in Ge Nu's hand turned into snowy light, Xiao Wenwen's eyes were full of brilliance, but he moved the sword.

"One Sword King's Landing." Xiao Wen asked the Tathagata Sword Heart on the brow, glowing golden.

72 The pavilion slaves looked at Xiao Wendao who abruptly took over the sword formation, although the faces of all the pavilion slaves were expressionless, they were like the mirror of an ancient well.

But anyone can tell the emotion in their eyes.

There was a thread of blood hanging from the corner of Xiao Wen's mouth, dripping on the already red bloody clothes, his blood and Nalan Dieyi's blood melted together.

In his eyes, he seemed to see two snowflakes falling on the ground and turning into a puddle of water, merging into one.

This blow exhausted [-]% of his cultivation!

"Send him off with a flying cloud." Zhao Qinghang shouted, looking at the setting sun with his hands behind his back.

Xiao Wenwen squinted at Zhao Qinghang's back, but the Wen Wen sword in his hand was three points heavier.Kong Kong Lingkong was beside him, his pink coat was like a blazing sun.

Suddenly, Xiao Wendao grabbed Kong Kong and threw it towards Taichu Courtyard, smashing through the sunset clouds in the sky.

Xiao Wenwen's figure was reflected in the empty fox pupils.But in one breath, Kong Kong disappeared out of the sky.

With this throw, another two points of cultivation were used up.

Xiao Wenwen volleyed above the blue sea with disheveled hair, but the madness and arrogance in his eyes never faded, he raised his sword...

"Flying clouds and hundreds of feet."

The blue clouds in the sky were like fog, and strands of them were shaken down and fell around them.

This type of sword array moves even the world!

Flying clouds and hundreds of feet of green pine trees, even if the autumn wind is helpless.

autumn wind.

Ideal as a send-off or farewell gift.

Wan Jian pressed on Xiao Wendao's body, but Xiao Wendao's straight back remained motionless, standing proudly in mid-air.

"Chaosheng Pavilion has three sword formations, but you have accepted two." Zhao Qinghang asked the seriously injured Xiao with his hands behind his back.

With a light breeze blowing, Xiao Wendao's white hair covered half of his face, and when he raised his head again, there was no trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Qinghang looked at Xiao Wendao's complexion changed drastically, and saw Xiao Wendao's pupils had three pupils, which were the "Golden Immortal Eyes".

"Use the tide to generate the sword." Zhao Qinghang made a loud move.

Li Tai'a, who was thousands of miles away, noticed the movement in this place, and his brows were frowning like small pimples.

"Xiao Wendao... Xiao Wendao... Xiao Wendao." Li Tai'a pondered Xiao Wendao's name three times.

"Shouldn't...shouldn't...shouldn't be."

Li Tai'a shook his head, his face was full of remorse, he was originally a figure of the fairy family with a gentle breeze, but now he looked like a child who was robbed of candy.

Ten thousand swords move, one thought of life and death.

Zhao Qinghang moved the tip of his nose a few times and said, "Taiping poison."

A drop of peace will last forever.