"Fuck, I can't bear it anymore, I'm going to go up and fuck him!"

There was a genius who couldn't help but scream.

but.

"Would you like to try one?"

Mu Tianqing drew his bow and pointed at him.

Tianjiao: "..." Everyone was also silent.

Looking at the top twenty geniuses, I always feel that Su Xuan is like a piece of mouse excrement sneaking into them.

"They are indeed good brothers, both have the same virtues."

Emperor Tao sneered.

"It's useless for people like this to go and see the Holy King!"

And this time.

Gu Pingsheng came from the depths, scanned around, and said with a smile: "Everyone, please rest for a day. Tomorrow my old pavilion master will start to achieve the Holy Throne."

The crowd paused for a moment and immediately became uproar.

Holy King... They also wanted to see it, but unfortunately they were destined to miss it. Due to lack of strength, they couldn't see a single flower.

Secondly, if you are too weak, you will suffer backlash... "Su..." Zhang Tianci started, but quickly stopped and said, "Go and sit at my place."

"Um."

Su Xuan nodded and said to Lu Nazhi: "You don't have to wait for me."

Lu Nazhi immediately curled his lips, meaning not to take it with him.

A group of people left, but they were just monks from the Eastern Wasteland.

Many people are curious.

"Nanzhu, you look like a weak man, but you seem to be very mysterious."

The goddess of the moon came running over.

"maybe."

Lu Nanzhu said to himself, with a calm expression.

A separate courtyard.

Small bridges, flowing water, painted pavilions and water pavilions.

The plateau where Jiujian Pavilion is located is cold all year round, but here it is like spring all year round.

Mu Tianqing and the others laughed, feeling extremely happy.

Su Xuan stood in front of the carved wooden railing of the water pavilion, looking quietly into the distance.

Looking at Su Xuan's back, everyone felt inexplicably frightened.

"Brother, how have you lived these years?"

Mu Tianqing couldn't help but ask: "Where's Donghuang? I heard that Donghuang is gone. Wasn't it bombed by you, or was it taken away by the Pure Land Immortal?"

Su Xuan paused, and a look of sadness flashed across his face.

For a full fifty years, he had no idea how much time was passing by. It felt like a world away, yet he felt that it had passed by with just a few clicks.

It was an iron-blooded past that did not remember the years.

"Brother Xuan, stop being so pretentious and tell us.

Don’t worry, we can bear it.”

Wen Zhao also urged with a smile.

Su Xuan thought for a moment and simply said: "After fifty years of fighting, everyone who deserves to be killed has been killed.

Looking back at dusk, I am already alone in the Eastern Wasteland and South Tomb."

Everyone was stunned and looked at each other with expressions like they had seen a ghost.

Clang.

The sound of the cup falling to the ground was clearly audible.

……night.

The people are quiet and the wind is high.

Outside Nine Swords Pavilion.

Black shadows hung in the dark sky.

They stared at the Nine Sword Pavilion where the sword power was at its peak, their eyes filled with silence.

I do not know how long it has been.

"are you ready?"

The voice was hoarse and terrifying, and even more condescending.

"All is ready except for the opportunity."

"Very good..." After a while.

"This is our second large-scale attack after Chen Tianyi.
Chapter completed!