Arrive at the third level of the ruins.

After the monks effortlessly broke through the sword array, the door was not yet erected, but peach petals were blown by the breeze, and then a mural that was a hundred meters long appeared.

First, a woman comes into view: she has a fox face, a green skirt covering her body, a snake waist that is almost too plain to hold, her jade feet are like snow covered with frost, her plump buttocks are straight, and she lies on her side on a gold silk couch.

The live broadcast room was filled with excitement:

"I have a real mother, with this figure... I will lust after her tonight."

"Brother, you have really strong taste."

"Tsk, the only flaw is that such a beautiful lady has a fox face. It's a pity, otherwise I would have to spend all my money to marry her!"

"It's so funny, where did this nouveau riche come from?"

"You want to marry, but she doesn't want to marry yet. Who do you think you are?"

"By the way, what is the origin of that fox demon?"

"Aren't the owners of this ruins No. 1 in the world and Yan Chixia? Why is there a fox demon on the front page of the mural? Could it be that...she is the legendary No. 1 in the world?"

“…”

The monks in the ruins were also curious about the fox demon's heels.

Someone asked Zhao Zijing:

"Master, do you know who this demon is?"

Zhao Zijing, who had always answered every question since he entered the ruins, now remained silent and his eyes were downcast, completely no longer as confident as before.

It was as if something had hit the Taoist heart: everyone was suspicious of the power of the former but did not dare to ask more questions, so they had no choice but to turn their attention to the second scene of the mural.

At the foot of a mountain, an inscription made of random rocks is particularly eye-catching.

The letter was written with the words "Sandao Mountain".

A bearded Taoist carries a giant sword on his back, drags a compass in one hand, and holds a yellow urn in the other. Wearing a long-sleeved Tianshi shirt, he steps on the seven-star walking dragon step, making seals step by step, and leads the mountain with an formation.

"Sandao Mountain...how come I have never heard of this place in my previous life?"

A certain monk murmured to himself.

"Because this is a restricted area for living beings, and ordinary people cannot hear it."

Zhao Zijing, who barely adjusted his mentality, looked at the inscription on Sandao Mountain with a complicated expression, and said leisurely: "As for the fox girl, I don't know her name."

"I only accidentally saw it in an ancient book. She has a nickname called Qingnv, but under the golden elixir, one cannot recite her name, otherwise it will attract great terror."

Zhao Zijing recognized Qingnv the first time he saw her.

That's why he lost his composure: Sandao Mountain, Qingnv Empress, the demons in his heart that he could never get rid of all his life, were also the main culprits that led to his downfall in his previous life.

That year.

He accidentally entered Sandao Mountain and met a young girl who kidnapped a scholar.

The scholar asked him for help.

But he, who was determined to end all injustices in the world, chose to watch the fire from the other side: in front of Qingnv, he didn't even have the courage to take action, and his realm plummeted.

He could never forgive his cowardice at that time, and he could never forget the look in the eyes of that mortal scholar before he left, despairing, helpless, and despairing...

The third mural.

The west wind is like the road, the body is like leaves, there is a yellow light in the dark room, a gauze rolled bead curtain, and a spacious floor of gold and white jade is covered with a piece of fur of an unnamed creature.

The flawless and flawless soft jade girl curled up, her chest resting on a young man whose appearance was not clear, and her beautiful back covered with thin neon gauze, facing the Taoist with the curly beard from before.

"It's Yan Chixia!"

A monk recognized the identity of the Taoist and exclaimed.

Everyone's attention was immediately attracted.

In the fourth mural, the sky light appears in the cave, and the sword energy is powerful. Yan Chixia has drawn out the giant meteorite sword and laid it out. The sword tip does not hesitate to kill the woman on the golden thread.

The next few paintings are all scenes of the two fighting.

Uh...no.

Rather than saying it was a fight, it was better to say that the fox girl was playing tricks on Yan Chixia.

"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"

In the penultimate picture, Yan Chixia performs her famous stunt of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Clan: she is seen wielding the sword with her heart, and a sword force rising to the sky rises from the ground, with great righteousness and energy penetrating the rainbow.

Not long after.

The sun and the moon are in the same sky, day and night alternate, pulling the sword energy all over the sky, condensing spiritual energy and flying swords with nine thousand nine hundred swords, forming a mighty and sharp sword energy dragon, approaching the fox girl.

However, despite the turbulent killing moves, the fox girl only gave out a faint ray of divine light...

All of a sudden.

The long dragon of sword energy collapsed, and Yan Chixia was shaken back by the remaining power for more than a hundred steps until she hit the rock wall. Her breath was weak, she vomited blood, and fell to the ground unable to get up.

All the monks watching were shocked:

"This...is this a defeat?"

"You haven't even passed three moves. Isn't Yan Chixia too weak?"

"Silly, calm down and feel the look in that fox girl's eyes carefully... No, no, I'm going to suffocate. It's not that Yan Chixia is too weak, it's that she is too strong."

"Indeed, he is ridiculously strong, not like a monk at the Golden Core Stage."

“…”

"Who told you that He is only at the Golden Core stage?"

With the intention of defending himself in his previous life, Zhao Zijing explained: "His strength cannot be divided by conventional realms."

"rumor."

"He is the creature closest to an immortal known in the world. He is an indescribable being that is superior to all living beings. If there really is an immortal, then it must be him, and it can only be him."

As soon as this statement came out.

All the monks in the audience gasped: "No wonder the Blue Star thousands of years ago did not distinguish between good and evil, humanity declined, and demons were rampant. With this demon here, the demons will be happy!"

"It's not a demon, it's not just that it's not a demon."

Zhao Zijing shook his head and murmured:

"He is not a human, an immortal, a Buddha, or a demon. To be precise, Qingnv does not belong to any ethnic group within the Six Paths. He is a product outside the Dao and is an eternal taboo."

"You are at your peak when you debut, and you have never lost in your life. Even at the same level, there are very few people who can take a single move... Yan Chixia can fight with her for three rounds, which is enough to be ranked first-class!"

End of words.

Zhao Zijing's tone was full of regret, and his eyes became dim: He once boasted of being a genius, and felt that the difference between him and Yan Chixia was only a few small realms, but now it seems...

The only difference between them is their Taoist heart.

In Yan Chixia's heart, she has the ambition to serve the people of the world, the right way in the world, and the righteousness of Haoran who is not afraid of life and death. In this regard, ten of him cannot match her... He is indeed not as good as him.

"Look, the last mural depicts the best in the world!"

Before giving Zhao Zijing time to sigh, his female bodyguard pointed at the last mural and shouted excitedly: The photographer moved the camera there very wisely.

The live broadcast room immediately erupted:

"Damn it, you are really the best in the world."

"Why is your appearance so blurry?"

"That's not the point. Look at the posture of No. 1 Under Heaven. He seems to be fighting with the fox girl... Those murals in front of the relationship are all paving the way for this one."

"Do you think the number one in the world would be the rival of the fox girl?"

"I guess it's a bit confusing. According to Mr. Zhao, a fox girl is invincible in the same situation... If the number one in the world can last a few more rounds than Yan Chixia, she is already considered to be invincible."

It seems that he came here just to slap the water friends in the face.

When a series of barrages that were not optimistic about Chen Yi dominated the screen, the last mural began to squirm, showing the battle in detail before everyone's eyes:

Chen Yi's palm gently touched the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The sword energy leaked out, sand and rocks flew, black clouds pressed down on the city, covering the sky and the sun. On the dome that was torn apart by the rising sword intent, there was a loud thunder and a rolling rain of swords.

The fox girl smiled sweetly, waved her sleeves and robe, and revealed an inch of divine light in an understatement.

The ground ridges trembled.

Even if it only lasted for a moment, the man in white clothes still felt like he was struck by lightning. His ribs were broken, his arm bones were shattered, he vomited blood and fell into the clouds, and the skin all over his body was cracked and broken.

but.

In his eyes, there was endless unscrupulous madness, and an inch of terrifying sword light that should not exist in his realm. This is...obsession!

"bass!"

The long sword is unsheathed.
To be continued...