The old man was shocked and said, "Senior Brother, is the Nether God Sect going to start a war with me, Langya Pavilion?"

"Of course not," Lin Yanjun said: "It's just a royal dispute. This time, the Hu Xiao Camp surrounded the mountain is a signal. Jiangnan, we can't defend it."

"Senior brother, are we going to let the Nether God Sect enter the Central Plains again?"

Lin Yanjun let out a long sigh and said, "Jing Tianya is determined that my Langya Pavilion is unwilling to get involved in the royal struggle, so he dares to be so unscrupulous. However, he did guess correctly. They are barefoot and are not afraid of wearing shoes. My Langya Pavilion does not dare to get involved in the royal dispute."

"Senior brother, are we just watching?"

"Haha," Lin Yanjun smiled and said, "I don't want to enter the court, and I don't say I can't enter the world. It's time for young people to go down the mountain!"

"Young man?" said the old man: "It's useless. The younger generation of our Langya Pavilion is the strongest one who has just become a master. This time the Nether God Sect is full of momentum. They enter this world and it's not very useful!"

Lin Yanjun glanced at the old man with white beard and said, "How old are you?"

"Huh?" the old man said in surprise: "At 140 years old!"

"That's all, isn't it young to be young in his seventies or eighties?"

The old man with white beard: "..."

It seems to be quite young!

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On a lake outside Langya Mountain, the third elder of the Nether God Cult was walking on a small boat. He looked up at the sudden change in the distance, and then looked at a swordsman sitting drinking tea in the pavilion on the other side of the lake, saying, "Tianyong, it's useless to stop me. Do you think that the boy named Mu Feiqing still has a chance?"

True Man Tianyong, the elder of the sword holding the Langya Pavilion, entered the top of the world fifty years ago with swordsmanship. Among the swordsmen in this world, he could be at least in the top ten. He just sat in the pavilion, and the third elder of the Nether God Sect did not dare to move forward.

Tianyong Zhenren looked up at the sky and sighed: "Old man Huangshi, you, the God of the Underworld, have been so shameless for so many years. You always like to bully the less. Damn it, more than a dozen masters surround and kill a young man who is not as weak as a young man, so you are embarrassed to show off? You have the ability to fight alone. It's not that I look down on your God of the Underworld, but with Mu Feiqing's sword god smile, no master can stop you from looking for your God of the Underworld!"

The old man Huangshi smiled and said, "But even so, he is still doomed today!"

"It's a pity. I have also studied this kid's swordsmanship. Group battles are indeed his shortcomings!" Tian Yong Zhenren sighed: "But, well, at least the masters of your Nether God Sect are at least individuals, and they are better than dying in the hands of you, such as being neither human nor ghost nor demon!"

A trace of gloom flashed in the old man Huangshi's eyes and said, "Tiany Man Tianyong has said this a little bit. My Nether God Sect is just a different cultivation concept than your Langya Pavilion. It is just a search for a thread of heaven on the great way!"

"Bah," Tianyong said: "Are you on the road? Are you a dog for those demons and monsters? Look at what you are like now, are you still a personal person? There is no shadow!"

The lake surface was calm, like a mirror, reflecting a small boat all night. But what was terrifying was that there was no old man Huangshi in the reflection, just as if he did not exist.

A gust of wind blew on the lake, slightly gloomy.

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The wind blows in Weicheng,

The seventh prince Li Qingshi walked out slowly in a cloak, stretched out his hand and felt the breeze slightly, and said softly: "It's going to rain. The power of the master is so powerful. I don't know how majestic the top of the world should be, and how great the saint standing on the earth and looking down at the people is!"

A literati behind Li Qingshi whispered: "It is probably difficult to have the opportunity to see the power of a saint, but there is a chance in the world. Isn't the old man Huangshi from the Nether God Sect coming this time?"

"Old man Huangshi... Haha, the human world of the Nether God Sect is worthy of being called a human. A group of people who have become uninhabited and ghostly for the sake of their strength. I don't know what my elder brother thinks, but they actually cooperate with them!" Li Qingshi said contemptuously.

The scribe said: "Your Highness shouldn't have such an idea. The so-called righteous path and demonic path in the world are just a dispute over theory!"

"Ha," Li Qingshi looked into the distance without comment, and said, "As soon as Mu Feiqing died, Jiangnan... it should have almost fallen into the hands of the elder brother. What can a group of women in Qixiufang do? By the way, what's wrong with my ninth brother?"

The scribe bowed and said, "The Ninth Prince... has turned over the table!"

Li Qingshi said in confusion: "What does it mean?"

"He showed his trump card. No wonder the eldest prince has not been able to find out the ninth prince's secret plan over the years. He actually put Jiangnan on the open and secretly placed the trump card on Langya Road. Some Langya Pavilion was in front of him, and no one could notice it!"

"He has really given up his plan for so many years for Mu Feiqing?"

"Yes, he has summoned all forces from the Langya Dao Martial Arts World to rescue Mu Feiqing, but I'm afraid they will not have time. Haha, Mu Feiqing flashed by like a meteor!"

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On the wasteland, more than a dozen masters of the Nether God Sect were revealed, and thousands of elites were not known to be oppressed by many innate masters. With just aura, Mu Feiqing and the other two were almost unable to move.

Lan Ruo stood beside Mu Feiqing with Qin in his arms. Tang Sanshiliu took out an iron box from his arms. He didn't know what it was, but he could probably guess that this was a hidden weapon of the Tang Sect. After all, how could the young master of the Tang Sect not have a trump card?

Seeing the two of them looking at their death, Mu Feiqing said helplessly: "Miss Lanruo, please play a song for me. You and I have known each other for two years, but I still haven't had the chance to listen to your piano!"

"Young Master... OK!"

"Zheng"

A quiet piano sound suddenly sounded,

It soon became dense,

Mu Feiqing gently patted Tang Sanshiliu and then took a step forward.

At this moment, dark clouds are everywhere.

Covering the entire wasteland.

Bands of light flew up from Mu Feiqing's feet. The entire mountain range burst out with majestic light, and the fairy light was brilliant and terrifying. Between the heaven and earth, bursts of clear sounds, and for a moment, it seemed like lightning and thunder.

The power of the sky is everywhere, and the mountains and rivers are shaking.

"I am unparalleled in this world and will fight against the enemies forever.
Chapter completed!