The golden light was originally a touch, then a piece, then an endless stream... For a moment, the golden light pressed against the fierce sun. There was nothing in the sky and the earth.

Not only was the ears of Zhongshan Weisun torn apart, but his vision was also cut open by the brilliant gold color, and he was shocked!

Everyone knows that a genius like Douzhao practices thousands of miles a day. Every time he is known to be a record of his outdated combat power.

But why can it be so strong?

He always knew the power of Huang Shili, but he would also comfort himself - the ultimate supernatural power, the luck is greater than the power, which is born different, and cannot be saved by diligence.

In fact, since childhood, he has not been much different from Huang Sali, but he has always been a small lead in his practice... The gap only opened after the Yellow River Meeting.

After God came, it became farther and farther.

"I am like a god" is the separation between heaven and man, and it is also the watershed between geniuses and geniuses.

Although he saw Huang Salien walking step by step, he realized that he was just confused and lazy for a moment. When he could break this obstacle and see the truth of the world, how could he not be able to see thousands of miles away and witness the infinite and broad future?

This time he took a personal risk and fished for the Rakshasa Mingyuejing. Although it was due to Chen Suan's death, coupled with the previous plan to overthrow Jing before the Three-point Fragrance Tower, the national hatred and relatives combined... He also regarded himself as a genius and did not think that the saint level was an unattainable height.

As Jiang Wang said in Tianjing City - it is just a scenery that I will inevitably pass by.

A genius has its own ambitions.

But now, he has seen the truth of the world, and only then can he see the golden sun hanging high in the sky, and then he knows where the sky is high!

Only then did he really feel horrified - why did I dare to underestimate the bright moon in the Rakshasa, dare to fish with this body, and dare to set up a situation with this idea.

Such Dou Zhao, with one sword, made him see Dou Zhao, who was so tall that he could only be one of the besiegers of Rakshasa Mingyuejing... Can he block this woman?

Zhongshan Weisun has already known the world, but it has only begun to truly recognize himself today. Only then has he truly understood Xiang Bei, who had his eyes wrapped around him, said to him at the foot of Duer Peak.

He closed one eye and opened the other wide. He used the power of his magic to weave a black chain of prisoners on the whites of his eyes, and there was a Nanming Lihuo shining on it, like a vermilion bird flying through the forest. The power of prison originated from pain made him able to watch all this clearly—

In the sky of the prosperous country, a wonder scene that has never been seen in the ages appeared.

Peach trees bloomed in the sky.

There is no need to transcend the extraordinary level, ordinary people can see it with their eyes raised.

It is the hot summer on earth, but it is the sunny early spring in the sky.

Cave Heaven Treasure, [Peach Blossom Land]!

The magnificent golden light was blooming on the peach blossoms.

The peach forests are covered with gold, and the pink peach petals of smoke and pink shimmer with golden rays. The gorgeous scenery is woven like a dream, which is fascinating.

Then, half of the peach trees that stretched for thousands of miles were broken!

There is a real peach blossom that falls lightly, just sticking to Zhongshan Weisun's eyes.

He picked the petals and saw an endless clear sky.

The rising sun is still there, and the world has not yet reached the sea.

The human face is unknown where it goes. It floats in the sky, but there are only a hundred peach blossoms.

Rakshasa Mingyuejing didn't even leave a harsh word, but after all, she was not left behind either.

Xiyue Garden is still the elegant garden, and you can hear the sound of wind, breathing, and laughter from afar - Qi Ya from Shengguo and others are still drinking and exercising orders, but it is just a little drunk and a nap.

The time that ordinary people accidentally passed away is enough for a magnificent story to happen.

Unfortunately, the ending was not written too well.

Thousands of birds have already entered the forest.

Zhongshan Weisun turned around and looked at the only "a bird in his hand" on his trip - the Pure Land Spirit of Bliss that was left here by the bright moon of Rakshasa.

Rakshasa Mingyuejing escaped too hastily, not only was he unable to take Bian Qian away, but he couldn't even silence him... But the plan to kill the saints at the top was finally empty.

Zhongshan Weisun couldn't tell his mood at the moment, but felt that the mountains were high and the water was far away. His eyes moved away from Bian Qian, and this was already a meaningless abandoned son.

He saw Gao Qiong standing with his hands behind his back, and he had not cut off a single corner of his clothes, but he was more regretful than everyone else.

This guy was posing beautifully, his eyes were very sighing, but he didn't say anything, and I don't know if he didn't think of the words. The line that Zhongshan Weisun gave him in his heart was "Oh, I'll take a step slower, why don't you?"

Of course he also saw the arrogant and arrogant Dou Zhao—

However, Dou Zhao did not look at him. This lord did not leave Rakshasa and Yuejing, and did not stay here. He did not mean to greet anyone. He casually cut through the gap in the sky, and stepped into it and disappeared.

"Oh, wait, take it--" Zhong Liyan shouted halfway and stopped again. He probably realized that this was not decent.

He put his hands on the sky and looked down at Weisun, Zhongshan: "Brother, don't be so impulsive in the future. In the future, the mountains are bright and there is great potential for life - I have something to do, so let's take a step first."

As he said that, he jumped into an electric light flash and disappeared into the distant sky.

Zhongshan Weisun was at a loss at this moment, but he thought that making friends with Zhongliyan was the last life advice Chen Suan gave him... and he still wrote a letter of crane, thanking his good brothers sincerely for bringing people to help him.

"It's okay, my little brother came here, just use it!" - "Dou Xiaoer" replied in this reply.

Then he added: "If Dou Zhao is present in the future, don't send a letter. Now that jackals are in power, mediocre people steal their reputations. There are not many people in the world who dare to tell the truth. Remember to protect your and me identities."

Zhongshan Weisun replied: "Taixu Illusion Realm should respect personal privacy, and the Taixu Pavilion officials should not peek at our letters."

The other party replied, "Some people's qualities are inaccurate."

Then put the pen down.

The expressionless yellow relics walked out of the painting, and the Dongtianshi, who looked like gold paper, fell to the ground.

Tang Wenxue, who had a blood mark on his face, held a narrow knife that was still dripping blood, and finally appeared in the air - it should be the blood of the bright moon of Rakshasa. Unfortunately, the blood beads disappeared and no useful information was left.

He grabbed Cao Yu's thigh with a broken bow and squatted on the ground, and most of the light armor on his body had been broken.

Zhongshan Weisun felt a stern heart and looked up quickly.

"Who will show it to you with a sad face?" Put a hand on his shoulder and pressed his hanging heart down.

With his hands holding the snake spear, Zhongshan Yan Wen, who was surrounded by black air, used him as his staff and stood there. Although his breath was weak, he laughed and scolded: "I'm not dead yet!"

Then there is silence.

A group of big men who turned their hands to turn their hands up and gathered here to surround and kill a brothel leader who is often despised... in vain.

This is of course a failure.

Anyone of their actions should create more value and demonstrate more meaning.

"My question." Tang Wenxue took the initiative: "I lacked the estimate of Rakshasa Mingyuejing's strength, and I was reserved at the beginning, and did not have the strongest means to break out at the first time, so that she had the opportunity to force her to leave the war. In the military meeting, I will take responsibility."

"I blame my arrow for being eager to achieve success-" Cao Yuxian carefully put away the broken bow and prepared to go back to find someone to repair it: "I thought I could nail her to death, but instead pushed her a step back... After finally reaching the peak of martial arts, I haven't really felt the intensity of this level of fighting, and I don't have a precise understanding of myself."

"I was defeated head-on." The tall Song Huai shook his head. The wrinkles on his face were still a little bitter: "I have been practicing Taoism for so many years, and I am not a match for the Master Dong Tian. I thought that after so many years of hard practice, my Taoism was perfect, and even though I have not been called a saint, I was not far apart... It turns out that one line is the first level of heaven."

"If I meet her on a narrow road..."

He didn't continue, but everyone knew the result.

In today's battle, everyone was injured to varying degrees. But the most serious loss was Song Huai, who blocked Rakshasa Mingyuejing. The Taoist stars... turned into stars all over the sky, and were shot down by Raksha Mingyuejing.

I don’t know how many years it takes to re-train such a situation. These are the ingenious creations!

"You can't say that." Zhongshan Yan Wen said: "You have the greatest pressure in this battle and the heaviest losses. When you face a strong man who has become a saint, you will never retreat... No one can blame you."

"After all, although there have been voices that Rakshasa Mingyuejing is already trying to transcend, we still underestimate this person because of the reputation of Sanfen Xiangqi Tower."

"Although the flowers, willows, smoke and smoke streets clearly show the true desires of people. How dare you not have a sense of awe?"

"My kid is very good at being a poor man. We are also proud of the domineering country, despising the corpses, thinking that the heroes of the world, but in this case, we can control them at will. It is also necessary to learn this lesson."

"Just like the results of this Yellow River Meeting... we should have been alert!"

Zhongshan Weisun knew in his heart that what his grandfather said might be the facts, but he was even more saving his plan this time.

After all, after putting in such a great time and dispatching so many strong people, Rakshasa Mingyuejing was not left behind in the end.

A mere side lord, he won by himself alone... it is not enough to achieve success.

You can't write a battle report like this - several of the Jing Kingdom's top leaders came out together, set up a net of heaven and earth, and angrily captured a Tianxiang beauty in Sanfen Xiang Building!

Anyway, someone has to take responsibility. Grandpa has already criticized him, but there will be no real sticks on him.

"All mistakes are all the kid's faults." Zhongshan Wei Sun said sincerely: "The kid doesn't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. After a few pounds of blood and a few sips of yellow soup, he feels that nothing can be done in the world. It is indeed overestimating his ability to dare to plot against such a strong man..."

"You have caught people. They are the so-called people who stand at the top of the world. They are not strong enough to kill enemies and not strong enough to capture thieves. How can you blame you?" Cao Yuxian waved his hand: "The Jing Kingdom has no tradition of ruling the younger generation, so don't say these useless things."

He pondered again: "How many Taoist qualities have Dongtianshi and the eldest princess damaged, and only the Rakshasa bright moon destroyed. Although this battle was not successful, it hurt her hard, at least for her hundred years of hard work. I think she would not have to make a detached plan in a short period of time. Regardless of whether the [Danger of the Country] is true, the threat of this person can be at least put into Shenxiao before considering it."

"It's better..." Song Huai sighed and finally left.

If you don’t mention Chen Suan’s death again.

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...

The strong colors faded in the void, and they turned into a graceful posture again...

The bright moon of Rakshasa with intertwined colors is pure and quiet.

This is an endless void, with no direction, no time, isolated cause and effect, and the secret of heaven is impenetrable.

"The plan is progressing steadily, why did you suddenly escape?" A young, passionate voice rang out here.
To be continued...