The past life came true, my past life was dug out

Chapter 151 The Palace Man Slant Down——Li Taibai!

Yangzhou City.

In Yangzhou City, a famous city through the ages, when Li Bai bid farewell to his friends, he wrote a pen and ink.

The old man said the Yellow Crane Tower and fireworks went to Yangzhou in March.

Throughout the dynasties, Yangzhou has also been a prosperous city, where countless romantic and talented people yearn for.

Shugang West Peak, Yugou Pavilion.

Li Daochen came quietly and met the Xuanmingzong spies who had been waiting for a long time.

"Huh? Liu Yunbing?" Li Daochen looked surprised. He didn't expect that it was the saint who was looking for news for him.

"King Yue." Liu Yunbing bowed and said, "Huang Jue will visit the West Peak of Shugang every day, and he will not be absent today. The major forces have already sent people here."

"Well, then just wait." Li Daochen said indifferently: "You are not practicing in the sect, why are you here?"

"The sect is closed, it's hard to be diligent, if you come out on a whim, you may have some insights." Liu Yunbing said.

As the golden light entered the ground, Nie Qianqiu also sensed it, and the death circle shook.

in the void.

"Naturally, it's a mistake. I'm not interested in Xihuang alone!" Nie Qianqiu said enthusiastically.

Xu Xuanbing frowned slightly: "Your Majesty is not slow at all."

"They...uh..."

"Hand over little Tang Shengyu!"

Xu Xuanbing said: "Although Your Majesty is a descendant of Xiao Tang's royal family, but he knows Xiao Tang too shallowly."

The Peach Blossom Sword trembled, and scarlet blood splashed down.

The low monk raised his hand, and in an instant, densely packed Buddha palms appeared in the sky and earth, blocking the way of the Western Emperor.

"I never thought that the saint has also read this collection of mortal poems."

"Take me quickly." The demon monk raised his sword again with a icy expression on his face.

In the void, there is no magic energy that flickers away, and there are no low-level Buddhist monks that are drawn into the void.

All directions are low-handed, and they turn at the same time.

Xihuang laughed hotly: "Come out."

The little Tang Shengyu in his hand also burst into a golden light, which penetrated into the ground.

Emperor Sui Yang frowned: "King Yue, are you making a move?"

"There is no need to be too polite." Li Daochen said lightly: "You are a cultivator outside the world and a history of the world, but you are deeply moved."

Xi Huang's eyes were fixed, and he used all his mana power. For seven weeks, a hundred flowers bloomed, and every flower was a murderous intent.

Before Xiao Tang's collapse, Huang Chao's martial arts seemed to have an explosion of luck, and he was so weak, and that Liu Yunbing was even known as the weakest genius in the history of Huang Chao's martial arts. "

The middle-aged man snorted hotly: "It needs to be hidden, and their demon clan also come to get the idea of ​​passing on the jade seal of the country?"

"The person in the yellow nest is worthy of seizing the holy jade!"

As soon as the words fell, a figure, from far to near, came to the Yugou Pavilion.

The Western Emperor was severely wounded, insane, the demon monk, the humble monk, and Jin Pengniao rushed to the Western Emperor at the same time: "Little Tang Shengyu!"

The current little Tang Shengyu is not a hot potato.

"How could this be, how could this be..."

However, I heard an icy and hot voice sounding from the ground, and a shocking murderous intent bloomed from the ground: "Zhao Keman Huying, Wu hook is frosty and snowy. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star. Killing a person in ten steps, a thousand Outside is to stay..."

Wan Hanyuan said: "Your leader also told me that Gu can only find it quickly by himself."

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"Your Majesty, are you still planning to make a move?" Xu Xuanbing frowned, and I was worried about it: "I'm afraid it will be difficult to take Xiao Tang Shengyu from Wan Hanyuan's hands."

Nie Qianqiu thought in his heart, that formation has not been around for many years, and the accumulated death aura, even at the peak of Yangshen, is still daring and easy to provoke.

The middle-aged man's expression was icy and hot, and the folding fan instantly transformed into a dharma sword, and a cold light came out: "Peach blossom turbid wine!"

"Gold-winged Xiaopeng?" Nie Qianqiu's heart skipped a beat.

"Huh? Xiwulin is a myth of defeat, who is it?" Nie Qianqiu looked surprised.

Nie Qianqiu is also vague about how many inferior people are hiding in the dark.

Eight thousand cold lights flowed out like a torrent.

Nie Qianqiu smiled lightly: "It's still early, he's talking about defeating the myth, here we come."

The demon monk's expression froze, he raised his palm to kill, and the sentient magic sword, like a shooting star, galloped away.

The west peak of Shugang trembled, and the majestic air of death soared into the sky. The small formation of death was touched by Liu Yunbing's magic power.

"That little scene has just ended." Nie Qianqiu looked indifferent.

A humble monk clasped his hands together and said with compassion: "Old monk, I came here for the common people in the sky."

"Exquisite formation, if he hadn't mentioned it, it would be really hard to find it alone." Nie Qianqiu frowned and said, "On Li Daochen's cloth?"

"King Yue is so careless, although your strength is also very weak." Xu Xuanbing said in a condensed voice.

"Unfortunately, he is too slow."

Liu Yunbing chanted softly: "Qingcao Road west of Weiyang Wall, the tomb of the red makeup in Xieli Palace, where the palace servants are."

The Jinpeng bird stimulated its own mana, and eight thousand cold lights suddenly appeared: "Eight thousand feathers kill!"

Following the killing sound, blue lotuses appeared in the void, bursting with ice-hot sword light.

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Xi Huang's complexion changed, and the magic sword quickly swept away.

The eight people said less and waited quietly.

The Demon Buddha fully accepts the magic power of one emotion, but it has an aura of emotion: "All sentient beings, return to bliss!"

Nie Qianqiu's eyes opened and closed, and the eyes between the eyebrows and the sky opened with a sound, and above the ground, there were endless corpses.

"Yin-yang and seven qi, that guy, directly use his natal supernatural power?"

"Amitabha, hand over the Jade Seal of the Kingdom, and the heavens will be unified, and there will be peace."

All the master's unique supernatural powers fell, all the flowers died out, blood gushed out of Xihuang's mouth, his body flew out, and fell heavily to the ground.

However, a cold light flashed across the void, and the sharp sword light seemed to burst open the world.

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"Yes, there are still a few people left." Xu Xuanbing shook his head slightly: "West Wulin is a myth of defeat, and it has not yet arrived."

Li Chunfeng, a hermit and a lowly monk, and the demon master who had fought against Li Chunfeng were all top weaklings.

However, the little Tang Shengyu in his hand did not react at all, even the golden light was bright.

Just as Xi Huang was about to open his mouth, a cold light flashed, his arms shot up into the sky, and little Tang Shengyu rushed down to the sky.

And those corpses, exuding a terrifying air of death, formed a formation, covering the entire West Peak of Shugang.

Li Daochen was about to speak, when a figure appeared in his mind: "The people from Yin Yang Sect are here."

"The red makeup burial place, Huang Juexuan used it as the burial place outside, it's flattering me."

Liu Yunbing's sword criss-crossed his body, spinning and flying, completely blocking the sword energy: "Sword Immortal, Li Taibai? Is he still dead?"

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, and when he reached the Yugou Pavilion, he suddenly stopped and walked quickly.

"Strange, could it be that Cheng Liu Yunbing is interested in Chuan Guo Yuxi?" Xu Xuanbing showed doubts.

With the cold and respectful words, the swordsman held Xiao Tang Shengyu and frowned heavily.

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"Li Daochen's atrocities are so absurd that they deserve to perish." Emperor Sui Yang said enthusiastically.

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"Since I entered the world, I haven't suffered a single defeat. I even fought fiercely with the Yin Sha Demon Lord, one of the little Demon Lords, for eight days. No one can do anything to win."

Xu Xuanbing looked puzzled: "You also know that you have obtained Xiao Tang Shengyu, but if the King of Yue makes a move again, Xiao Tang Shengyu will be taken away."

Wan Han's complexion changed, it was Gu's pain from a broken arm that melted away.

"How can there be no breath of death here?"

"I gave hope to this small formation, but unfortunately, this holy jade can not activate this killing formation." Nie Qianqiu said indifferently.

The figure floating like a fairy, the killing sword that is extremely slow, the green lotus in the sky, beautiful and magnificent, but the murderous intent is terrifying.

Did I say what I said before.

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"Huh?" Liu Yunbing, who was facing Yu, seemed to have heard my voice, frowning heavily, wrapped the holy jade with mana and poured it into the ground: "Let them be buried on this formation!"

The low monk jumped down, and the Buddha's light turned into a sword, killing with compassion.

"How to do Gu, it's up to him, the history of the world, to tell me how to do it!"

"Lonely, look forward to it." Nie Qianqiu said.

"The monks are all empty, but they are all empty!" Xihuang snorted hotly.

As soon as the voice fell, in the void, there was a surge of demonic energy, and the sacred Buddha light was shining, the way of magic, Buddhism!
That revenge must be avenged!

The complexion of the middle-aged man changed, his cultivation level rose instantly, and the power of the peak of the Yang God came forth mightily.

In the void, one after another monsters, Buddhist monks, before they had time to react, the sword light sealed their throats, and blood gushed out.

With a cry, the Jinpeng bird spread its wings, and seven yin and yang energies emerged from under its body, releasing a destructive aura.

"Although Gu is of Xiao Tang's blood, but the distance is long, and he is valued by the father and king. Naturally, he understands."

And the death air was concealed and sealed by the formation, whether it exploded or not, it was just running silently, and I would not have noticed it if Xu Xuanbing hadn't reminded me.

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Peach blossoms bloomed one after another, and the monsters fell into a pool of blood, leaving a peach blossom imprint on their bodies.

"Little Tang, it's been like this!"

"A bad sentence is for the common people in the sky!"

Qi Zhou was quiet and loud, and the breath of the practitioners of the small forces was restrained, revealing nothing.

"That's wrong, Jinpeng is the descendant of Golden Wing Xiaopeng." Xu Xuanbing nodded and said: "The blood is thin, but there is no Jinpeng patriarch's lineage, which can use the supernatural powers of yin and yang."

In all directions, there are no monsters of all kinds, shrinking like ants, hiding in the weeds.

The small forces hid themselves and restrained their aura.

"It's really quiet, the demon clan is here."

"You Buddha bliss, for the sake of the common people in the sky, the devil Buddha has love!"

A series of icy and hot voices sounded, and the seven-week demonic energy reappeared, the sacred Buddha light reappeared, and the demonic energy billowed, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

Time flies, it's evening in the blink of an eye, and it's still Liu Yunbing who came after.

The sword and the claw collided, but each of them vibrated forward. The Jinpeng fluttered its wings and flew low, with sharp eyes: "Xihuang, he is hiding!"

"Why did I come there?" Wan Hanyuan frowned.

Wan Hanyuan looked at Xu Xuanbing beside him: "History of the Yang World, can you explain it?"

Xu Xuanbing's complexion changed.

"He is weak." Nie Qianqiu nodded.

Blood flowers bloomed and sprinkled on the west peak of Shugang.

Whoever gets the subordinate is the Lord of the Destiny, but the target of the siege of various small forces!

"It's slow, the Western Emperor dared to come behind him alone, he must not rely on others, let's see again." Wan Hanyuan said indifferently.

A familiar figure came and bowed respectfully: "Yangjianshi, Xuxuanbing, met the king of Yue, saint."

With a grim look on his face, the Western Emperor tightly held onto little Tang Shengyu: "Open it for me!"

"Little Tang, King Yue!" Nie Qianqiu looked indifferent.

"The King of Han respects your Jin Pengniao clan, and you will win the Jade Seal of the Kingdom for the King of Han!" Jin Pengniao said enthusiastically.

The Jinpeng bird also flew out, and there was a deep scar on the abdomen, which almost split me open.

"They're all here." Nie Qianqiu said lightly.

"Hey, Li Daochen's crimes have caused so many men to suffer."

A young man with a thin face but full of fortitude held the fallen little Tang Shengyu.

"Today, Your Majesty can reveal one of Xiao Tang's mysteries."

The middle-aged man looked at Qi Zhou, with a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes.

"It seems that His Majesty has discovered it." Xu Xuanbing said with a light smile.

With a sound of hot drink, seven weeks of demonic energy billowed, one after another, monsters rushed out from the ground, besieging and killing the middle-aged man.

A golden roc flew to the vicinity of the Yugou Pavilion, under a tree, with a loud sound.

"It's useless to slow down? Little Tang Shengyu is just a key, and his sole purpose is to pass on the jade seal of the country, it's a piece of jade." Nie Qianqiu said indifferently.

"Huh?" Xu Xuanbing quickly looked at the battlefield.

"Xihuang, his way is over!" the demon monk said enthusiastically.

A low monk's complexion changed.

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As soon as the words fell, a voice of poetry recited: "The road from the palace is far to the north, and the original slope is slanted. Life and death are deeply gracious. Where does the cloud and rain go now? The oriole flies to the wild flowers."

Xihuang held a sword in his left hand and a piece of jade in his right hand: "Little Tang Shengyu is here, if they don't have the ability, come and get it."

The seal covering the small death formation also dissipated, but it still did not explode.

Did Wan Hanyuan say anything less, that era is not comparable to the subsequent eras.

"Yellow Nest Kingdom, Wan Hanyuan!"

Xiao Tang passed on the jade seal of the country, attracting the weak in the sky!
Nie Qianqiu let out a hot snort, stepped out from the void, stopped the fleeing Xihuang, and shot out his sword energy.

"Wan Han?" Xu Xuanbing was stunned: "Your Majesty, even if you want to avenge Xiao Tang, you can wait, holy jade is the most important thing!"

The middle-aged figure exudes a sense of elegance, like a scholar.

"Before you bloom, Hundred Flowers will kill you!"

The majestic confluence, the west peak of Shugang trembled violently, cracks appeared on the ground, and wisps of death breath seeped from the ground.

Holding a folding fan, like a gifted scholar.

His descendant was eaten by the Western Emperor!
"Xiao Qianchan!"

Poems are ringing, people are dying, sword energy is flying across the void, human heads, monster heads, rolling in the void, creating a picture of blood...
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"Go!"

Jin Peng galloped away, claws like hooks, and grabbed the middle-aged man.

When Wan Hanyuan raised her hand, ripples appeared in the void, leading the two of them into the void.

Xu Xuanbing's expression was serious: "During Xiao Tang's heyday, Huang Chao's martial arts came up one after another, there were not many people who challenged Xiao Tang later, naturally they returned victorious.

"Li Daochen just created evil."

Xu Xuanbing sighed heavily: "Li Daochen made eight tours of Yangzhou, and every time he took hundreds of officials and thousands of concubines with him, he took a dragon boat and traveled southward along the small canal. When the dragon boat moves backward, Li Daochen will be weak. Thousands of royal-footed men were barefoot, pulling ropes, and pulled the boat back on both sides of the river. Before arriving in Yangzhou, countless royal-footed men died of hard work and torture, and they were all buried here before they died."

Xu Xuanbing's expression was slightly condensed: "Writing history is always very easy. Only when you don't see it with your own eyes, do you know that history is buried in this prosperous scene."

"Amitabha, Chiba Palm!"

Wan Han was unable to support himself alone, facing the siege of many young masters, he was not defeated.

The magic sword flew out of his hand, and the sword energy pierced through his chest. Xihuang staggered and looked at me angrily: "Who is he? The sacred jade is not in your hands yet."

(End of this chapter)