The gate of the Galaxy Sect has long since been turned into ruins.

The fisherman stood alone in front of the collapsed mountain gate, silent for a long time, and exhaled a long breath.

"Watch the Lord, watch the Lord, in this life, the person I admire most is you, and the person I want to kill the most... is also you!"

Mumbling voices still echoed in the ruins, and the fisherman turned away.

Painting the Heart.

The painter drank with the jug and smiled happily.

For the monks in the world, the battle at Zixiaotai also caused an uproar.

In this starry sky, in countless planes, wherever there are monks, there are hot discussions about this great event that has caused a sensation in the world.

Compared to those big forces, the attitude of the monks in the world is obviously different.

"It is true that times have changed, and the ancient Taoist traditions have sprung up like bamboo shoots after the rain. The world in the future will inevitably be dominated by the master of the Ascension Realm, but this huge world can't accommodate a single person?"

Some older people felt inexplicable indignation.

In their hearts, Guanzhu represents an incomparable legend, a supreme myth that once shook the stars and the heavens!

In this world, I don't know how many people admire and admire the Lord from the bottom of their hearts.

But in recent years, the world has changed dramatically, whether it is those ancient Taoist traditions or those top Taoist traditions in the world, they all regard the watcher as a thorn in their eyes, thorns in their flesh, and they can't wait to trample them to death!

This made many senior figures feel a burst of sadness.

"Is this kind of battle fair?"

"How ridiculous, how ridiculous is a group of characters in the Ascension Realm, but they join forces to invite the Lord of the War Realm King Realm?"

"Aren't they ashamed?"

"Oh, is this the so-called Ascension Realm?"

Those younger generations in this world are very unhappy, and they are unfair!

Young people still have passion and care more about fairness and justice.

In their opinion, such a battle was unfair to the spectator from the very beginning, making people indignant and ostracized.

Only those old people who have experienced the ups and downs of the world know that there is never true fairness and justice on the road of cultivation.

Children only care about right and wrong and black and white.

In the world of adults, only winners and losers!

Victory and defeat, always.

"Will the spectator go to war on an appointment?"

This is one of the most concerned issues for monks in the world.

No one is sure.

After all, even the monks in this world know that this battle is full of murderous intentions, like the dragon pool and tiger cave.

How could the master himself not be aware of this?

But the world also knows that the spectator will never be afraid of fighting!

In the long years of the past, the spectator has fought all his life, and the sword has pressed the stars and all circles, and has never retreated once!

This time, will the spectators be the same as before?

"Don't take the viewer as a king in the ordinary world!"

"Look at this huge world, apart from the spectator, which realm king can kill the soul of the gods and infants?"

"If it wasn't for the strength of the spectators, and the strength of Jiutian Pavilion to teach them, why should they join forces to fight?"

"In my opinion, Guanzhu will go to battle! His people are as arrogant as his kendo, and he will never take a step back!"

Many do.

"It is foreseeable that if this battle is staged, it will definitely be the most watched battle since the end of the apocalyptic era!"

"This battle

No matter who wins or loses, it will profoundly change the world pattern and be recorded in the annals of the entire Dongxuan Yu! "

"Similarly, this is destined to be the first feather-level war since the ancient times, even if the spectator only has the realm of the realm, but everyone knows that he already has the power to kill the characters of the ascension. !"

"Such a war, I'm afraid it's hard to see it in the ancient times!"

"And we are witnessing!"

"The stage has been set up, just wait for the gongs and drums to sound, and the good show will be staged."

In a dark and gloomy world, the tailor picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea with a smile.

Time passes by day by day.

Tianshan Zixiaotai has become the most eye-catching place in the starry sky.

None!

Countless people rushed towards the Tianshan Mountains from all directions.

Seven days, just a few clicks away.

In the past seven days, Su Yi stayed in Jiekong Temple to clean up.

Occasionally have a drink with Monk Kongzhao, try swords with Qingshi Jianxian, and play Zen with Monk Jiekong.

It was fulfilling and comfortable.

"Although it is said that there is calmness in every major event, you are simply too calm, um... This piece of duck paw is delicious."

In the courtyard of the temple, there is a hot pot, the red oil bone soup is bubbling, and all kinds of fresh meat and shabu-shabu are rolling and floating in it.

Monk Kongzhao ate his mouth full of oil, his chopsticks never stopped.

Su Yi took a piece of boiled fish, and said casually: "The love is not troubled by external things, and the heart is not disturbed by life and death.

Speaking, a mouthful of crystal white fish fills her mouth, making Su Yi narrow her eyes in comfort.

The cold winter season is indeed the best time to eat hot pot.

Monk Kongzhao hesitated for a while, and said, "Have you ever thought about what to do if you lose?"

"No."

Su Yi shook his head.

& nbsp; Well, I've never encountered anything like this in my life."

Monk Kong Zhao was stunned for a moment, and said in a sullen voice: "I have seen many sword cultivators in this world, but you are the only sword cultivator like you."

Su Yi stood up, brushed off the fallen leaves on his clothes, and said, "It's very cold at the heights, and when I couldn't find a worthy opponent before, that taste was the most exhausting."

"Now, the whole world is the enemy, how happy is it?"

Su Yi said, and walked towards the courtyard gate with a smile, "Help me take care of little Weizi, and when I get back, take him to find Lao Wei."

"You really don't need me to cheer for you?"

The monk Kongzhao shouted.

"Your mouth is too poisonous, I'm worried that you will be beaten, so it's better not to go."

Su Yi's voice is still echoing, and the person has disappeared outside the Jiekong Temple.

In a hall of the temple, Qing Shi Jianxian was silent for a long time and sighed: "In terms of Taoism, I am far better than Fellow Daoist Su, and in terms of state of mind, I am not as far as Fellow Daoist Su."

Jie Kong Sword Monk's eyes were subtle, and he said, "Me too."

The two looked at each other with emotion.

The day of the battle has come!

Measure the Tianshan Mountains.

Purple Sky Terrace,

It is located on the top of Liangtian Mountain, so it is named because it is surrounded by purple clouds all year round.

At this time, the nearby mountains and rivers centered on the Tianshan Mountains are densely distributed, like a tide.

Those are monks from all walks of life in the starry sky.

Just pick one out, and it is very likely to be the ruler of a big power!

But now, these big people from all over the world can only stand in the crowd, like an inconspicuous wave in the ocean.

What is really eye-catching is the existence of those ascension realms!

Whether men and women, they are all surrounded by fairy lights, standing in the area near Liangtian Mountain, just like a group of immortals in the dust.

"Those are the existences of the Ascension?"

"If I didn't come to the Tianshan Mountains, I couldn't believe that there are so many feathered characters in this world today."

"No, there is no shortage of ascension spirits among them."

People talked a lot and recognized the origins of those feathered characters in the field one after another.

There are deceased spirits from major ancient Taoist traditions, such as Magic Sword Immortal Tower, Chicheng Road Gate, Wanling Immortal Mountain and so on.

Mu Yunan and Qin Hongyu, the dead souls who had been defeated by Su Yi, were also among them.

There are also contemporary emerging figures from the six ancient Taoist guards.

Like Zhou Hanshan, the old antique of the Zhou family, and Zhong Tianquan, the old antique of the Zhong family.

Each one of them is an old guy who has been famous in the world recently, stepping into the Ascension Realm and causing a sensation in the world.

Now, they are showing signs one after another, and they have become the focus of the scene.

There are flashes of light from time to time in the sky, and each light represents the arrival of a feathered figure. By the end, the number of feathered characters has approached one hundred!

"Nearly a hundred feathered monks! This is definitely a grand event that has never happened since the end of the end of the law!"

I don't know how many people were shocked and deeply felt that today's world is really completely different from before.

It is no longer the time when the king of the world can dominate the ups and downs of the world!

"What you see in front of you is just the tip of the iceberg, and there are still many similar horrors distributed in secret."

Some big man whispered, depressed.

There is no need to doubt, as time goes by, there will be more and more feathered figures in this world, like the most dazzling stars in the world, shining on the top of the starry sky!

And today's protagonists are the four figures who have long been standing on the Zixiao platform of Tianshan Mountain.

They are Jiutian Pavilion Master Yan Daolin, Galaxy God Sect Master Fisherman, Huaxinzhai Patriarch and Painter, Taiyi Daomen Taishang Elder Deng Zuo!

The four of them, either sitting or standing, have different demeanor and imposing manners.

But every one of them has an illusory fairy light flowing.

That is the power of the Ascension-level law, such as Fei Xianguangyu, it is a power that can only be controlled by the Ascension-level characters!

"Will the spectator come to challenge?"

Everyone is waiting, and many people are a little anxious.

Because it is close to noon, but until now, no trace of the watcher has appeared.

On the Zixiao stage, the painter chuckled and said, "After all, he has never flinched before. As long as he flinches once, it is a stain that cannot be washed away."

Deng Zuo held a scabbard in his arms, and said expressionlessly: "Knowing that he will die, he will come too."

ps: Next chapter at 6pm.