Outside the Canglang Northern Territory.

As soon as the golden "color" Wang Lian exploded, the disciples of a hundred families of Xianmen were caught off guard. The invisible coercion is like a thousand miles from the sea, shaking everyone hundreds of feet away.

For those who were close, the swords and instruments were torn apart and discarded on the spot.

"Cough, cough...Sect Master." A young disciple struggled out of the snow. Holding his heart, he tried to stand up with his sword, but found that he only had a hilt in his hand.

"Sect Master, my sword..."

For some Xianmen disciples, the sword is heavier than life. Especially the Sword Cultivator Sect, Feng Family.

This little disciple is the disciple of the Feng family.

"Throw it away, go back and recast." Feng Juyan didn't look at him, her eyes were still a hundred feet away, her eyebrows furrowed.

As the sect master, she naturally wouldn't roll around like a little disciple. Instead, he stood in front of him with a long sword in his hand, blocking most of the coercion.

She stood up straight, but there was blood oozing out of her fingers, smearing into the sword lines.

The little disciple was shocked when he saw the "color" of blood.

He was just getting started and knew very little. This is the first time he has seen the blood of the sect master: "Sect master, what is this golden shadow, how can it be so powerful?"

"It should be Wang Lian." Feng Juyan said softly.

"My destiny, Wang Lian?!"

The younger disciples were full of surprise.

Legend has it that the life of the king lotus is unique to Tiansu Shangxian. Because he is in charge of punishment and pardon, with one hand in death and one in life, there are two major fates—

One is to recruit all dead souls, and the other is to recruit all living things.

Born Wang Lian is the former.

"We've only heard about it, but we've never seen it."

"Who has seen it with his own eyes? Everyone who has seen it is dead." Feng Juyan said.

What's more, it's a fate.

The original intention of fate move was to exchange life for move, which was to burn out the spirits and gods. Even if it is Tiansu Shangxian, the loss is huge, and it is easy to not use it at all.

It last appeared twenty-five years ago.

That day, due to a landslide, the immortal capital was completely destroyed, three thousand spiritual platforms fell down, and most of them sank into the seabed for no reason.

Some people say that on the top of Taiyin Mountain that day, in the place closest to Xiandu, there was a shadow of Wang Lianjin.

After that, the devil Wu Xingxue was nailed into the northern region of Canglang.

Since then, there will be no Xiandu.

When the immortal capital dies, the world will naturally be "chaotic", and disasters are rampant.

Only those places where sects gather and where immortal temples and gods are lined up can barely keep one side safe.

Since that day, Xianmen Baijia changed its name to "Tianshu".

"Sect Master?" The younger disciple hesitated: "Then why is this Wang Lian born again? Isn't Tiansu Shangxian already... dead?"

"The Canglang Northern Territory is where he is in charge after all, and there are still some residual spirits. As for why the birthright Wang Lian suddenly appeared." Feng Juyan's voice suddenly stopped, "Could it be—"

Is the devil really still alive?

Not only alive, but even to leave here, so the crippling move is stimulated?

"Twenty-five years, and he has been imprisoned under the Heavenly Chain for twenty-five years. I thought that even if the devil was alive, he would only have his last breath and linger."

Who is not?

Almost all the schools of Xianmen have this idea.

They didn't think there would be a fierce battle, so most of the disciples they brought were young disciples, and the rest stayed in their own family, always guarding against the evil spirits in Zhaoye City.

In this way, they were rash.

"In my opinion, more people have to be called," someone suggested.

"Is this...isn't it too serious?"

"No, that's Wu Xingxue, who can wash Xiandu with blood."

When the hundreds of schools in Xianmen were discussing important matters, Wu Xingxue, who could blood-wash Xiandu, was "lost".

The man holding the giant sword appeared for a brief moment.

When it disappeared, the huge golden "color" Wang Lian suddenly wrapped around Wu Xingxue and yanked it down.

At that time, Wu Xingxue thought to himself: No, have to "exposed" the stuffing.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, he fell into the water in embarrassment.

Just after laughing at himself, he heard even more embarrassed screams from his subordinates.

Wu Xingxue: "..."

Wu Xingxue: "?"

The expected fall into the water did not happen.

The cold pool seemed to be empty, he didn't touch a drop of water, but he kept falling at a high speed.

The icy wind whizzed past, and the exclamations of his subordinates never stopped.

He vaguely heard someone shouting, "What the hell is this place?"

Another more indistinct voice said: "There are also thirty-three floors downwards in the northern Canglang region, corresponding to the Taiyin White Pagoda upwards."

Others said: "There is something hidden on the bottom floor."

When he landed, Wu Xingxue felt that the place where the chain was nailed around his body was severely pulled.

His heart, waist, wrists, and ankles suffered a sharp pain that made him lose all five senses. He couldn't even judge how he landed, whether he was embarrassed or not.

Fortunately, when his five senses gradually recovered, he felt that he was standing.

The golden lotus that wrapped him should be gone, because he couldn't smell the sword energy that smelled of wind and snow.

As he eased the pain, he thought to himself how strange it was.

Which of the princes and dignitaries of Magpie Capital was not raised with brocade clothes and jade food? Gold is very expensive. Suffering a little injury, the whole house is busy, coaxing him to offer "medicine" and apply ointment.

He was used to that kind of life and thought he couldn't bear the pain.

But just now it was so painful that he didn't say a word and swallowed all the reactions, just because there were a few subordinates.

I owe you a lot in my last life.

Wu Xingxue thought.

So, when those men stumbled to the ground, they saw their city lord slowly open his eyes, glanced at them, and sneered.

Everyone: "..."

They were about to ask, "City Lord, where have we been dragged to?"

Hearing the sneer, they swallowed again.

"City Lord, what are you laughing at?" The quick-talking man still couldn't hold back and asked carefully.

He has practiced drug control since he was fourteen years old, and he has not grown long since then, and looks thin and thin among his peers.

The distance is better. At this time, they are only three or two steps apart, which makes Wu Xingxue very tall, and he has to raise his face slightly when he speaks.

He just waited for a while, and when Wu Xingxue raised his hand, his long fingers touched his wrist, hooking something invisible, and said softly, "Me? I laugh at this chain. It's noisy, Ding Ling's banging, it's too noisy."

"..."

I would really ask.

He didn't dare to take the upturned face of his subordinates, but he didn't want his mouth anymore.

Wu Xingxue dropped the chain with his fingers and threw them: "Lead the way."

"Let's go—let's go!" The other hand hurriedly answered, maybe he was afraid that the quick-mouthed one would kill him, so he yanked him and squeezed between his teeth: "Ning Huaishan, you have your own brain. Please don't pull us back!"

Ning Huaishan was dragged a few steps away by them, then looked up blankly: "No, where are you going?"

Several people suddenly stopped: "..."

Yeah, where to go?

They were a little stunned, and after a moment of hesitation, they turned around and asked, "City Lord, what way do you take?"

Wu Xingxue fell behind not far or near, without stopping: "What do you say."

"..."

I……

The crowd had nothing to say and did not dare to ask questions. After all, they all know that Wu Xingxue hates stupid people the most.

They looked up and glanced around.

It was a wilderness, covered with a layer of snow, with gray eyes everywhere. In the distance, there was a towering dead tree, which seemed to have been burned, and was mottled with scorch color.

They suspected that the dead branch Wu Xingxue stood before was the top of this giant tree.

"Have you heard of it? There are thirty-three floors in Canglang Northern Territory." Ning Huaishan quietly arched her companion.

Canglang Northern Territory hangs on the sea for no reason, wrapped in clouds and thunder all year round, like a huge black cliff.

It is rumored that it has thirty-three floors, which is the same as the Taiyin Mountain Glazed Tile Pagoda before it collapsed, symbolizing the thirty-three layers of heaven.

If the previous branch was the top layer, then the wilderness with giant trees in front of him was the bottom layer.

"Where did you hear the rumors. If you know what's going on on the 33rd floor, you can use it as a bird. The rumors have told you where the city lord asked us to lead the way?"

Ning Huaishan: "...No."

He recalled it carefully again, "But it is rumored that there are treasures hidden on the bottom floor. You said that the city owner just asked to lead the way, is that what you mean?"

"Do you think there is a problem with this? How do we know where the baby is, and how do we lead this way? The mayor really means this, that's weird."

"Tsk, don't talk nonsense. Look first, if you find it, at least it's not the wrong way."

The huge dead tree was really eye-catching, and there was no other place to hide the treasure in the entire wilderness, so they lifted their feet and walked towards the giant tree.

When got closer, found that there were countless swords slanted under the giant tree, like an endless sword mound.

Wu Xingxue followed them through the sword tomb until his legs were about to break, but he couldn't get close to the giant tree for half a step.

"..."

Is it too late for me to threaten these people with chains and sit for a while?

Wu Xingxue stared at their backs and said in his heart.

"City lord?" Ning Huaishan might have felt the light on his back, turned his head and said hesitantly, "This sword tomb may be a formation..."

Wu Xingxue did not reveal any surprise: "So?"

"City Lord, you always know that we are not very good at breaking the formation." Ning Huaishan glanced at Wu Xingxue and said, "This thing, you have always been..."

Wu Xingxue: "...What am I, you say."

He lowered his voice and showed no emotion. The degree of intimidation is just right, wonder if can hide this calamity——

"City Lord, don't make fun of us." Another subordinate frowned: "I know it's us who made you unhappy, so you can do whatever you want. But we're really not good at this."

"Yes, let alone this is the northern region of Canglang. If we are reckless and go out in a 'chaotic' way and try to figure out what to do, then we will suffer."

"That's right, city lord, this kind of formation, you actually broke it in two or three steps, why bother following us in vain."

Wu Xingxue: "..."

- This catastrophe cannot be avoided.

He looked at his subordinates and thought, don't say two or three steps, I won't be able to get out in two or three years, are you afraid?

He took a light breath, and was about to think about it, but out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of white.

It was a white that was different from the "color" of snow, somewhat warm and bright, like the jade on the high-level of the Mingtang.

He turned his head and saw a corner of the thing through the gap between the cold swords. Like Baiyutai?

Wu Xingxue stopped paying attention to his subordinates and walked towards it with his feet raised.

He avoided the sword edge with bare feet, and after a while, stood in front of the white jade platform.

Only then did he realize that this was not Yutai...

But the jade coffin.

This is a huge white jade coffin, lying under the towering dead trees, surrounded by thousands of cold swords.It has coffin nails on its four sides, and each coffin nail is engraved with a word.

That word, Wu Xingxue had just seen it not long ago, he was printed on the side of a person's neck.

This is……

"This is Xiao Fuxuan's coffin!"