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What have you been doing all these years?

The question was easy to answer.

But Wei Jingfeng didn’t only think of the past hundred years.

He thought of the Great Sophorae Tree at the edge of the West River Village, the joy that bloomed in Spring Sleeves Tower, the heavy snowfall in Cloud Sun City, and the gentle wind that blew over Vast Expanse Mountain.

Enemies who had been killed under the sword, disciples who had been accepted under the sword.

Finally, he replied, “A hundred years ago, Li Tuo calculated that the meteorite was expanding rapidly, so I went down to take a look.”

“There.”

“What?”

The more Yin Biyue remembered that in Xing Shan Temple, he and Brother Luo had broken into the Buddhist hall that was trapping the Buddhist temple. Inside his illusion, there were the depths of the meteorite abyss.

Sword Saint said calmly, “It’s a monster.”

“Endless Monster.”

“Is there a way to get rid of them?”

Yin Biyue’s heart sank.

He had only read about the monster in ancient books.

Different from a demonic cultivator who still had a human mind, low-level demons only knew how to devour living creatures’ flesh and blood and didn’t feel any pain.

“No.”

After the great battle between Dao-Demons, too many people died. The balance between life and death was broken, and another heavenly tribulation occurred.

The sky flowed with fire, and the earth split open the abyss. The evil qi accumulated in the abyss and gave birth to a demon. “

Sword Saint put down his sword. “After a million years, it has already become a climate.”

Once the monster was hungry to a certain extent, it would come out to hunt for food.

“Even without Mo Changyuan’s reincarnation, they would be coming out soon.”

“That’s why killing those things can help you grow longer, but it can’t cure the symptoms.”

His master was indeed doing something big.

Even if he did it, no one would know.

If the Sword Saint had not entered the abyss repeatedly in the past hundred years, the world would have probably been thrown into chaos long ago.

Wei Jingfeng seemed to have guessed what his disciple was thinking. He stood up and walked out of the cabin, “They say that if the sky collapses, there will be a tall man standing there.”

He stood at the prow of the boat, the rain pouring down on the river, and the storm was raging. “But in this world, who is higher than this old man?”

Wei Jingfeng had never felt that he was a good person. He had lost countless souls under his sword, and they were all publicly acknowledged as being unreasonable.

He also admitted that he didn’t have any consciousness that ‘it is life and death for Gou Rui and the world’. If he could, he would rather sleep and drink every day and watch Jun Yu practice her sword.

However, since the matter had already arisen and others were unable to do it, it was only natural for him to do so.

“Li Tuo calculated the location of the Sword Tomb left behind during the Great Dao Demon War. The Earth Vein and the Fallen Star Abyss are one another. I will go down there and draw out the sword qi. It can seal half of the abyss.”

“Is there really a Sword Tomb?”

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the Sword Tomb existed only in legends.

The tens of thousands of righteous cultivators died in battle, their bones were corroded by demonic energy, and only their swords remained.

There was no place to bury his bones, but he could bury his sword.

Later, it wasn’t that no one wanted to try their luck to find a Divine Weapon, but in the past a million years, no one had found one.

“Yes, but there’s a formation on it. It was left behind from the era of Saints and still has seventy percent of its power.”

“If an ordinary person went over, not only would they not be able to break through the formation, they wouldn’t even be able to find the location.”

“How long is Master going to be gone for?”

“It’s hard to say. I’ll be back after finishing my business.”

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was too useless.

The moment he heard this, his eyes turned sour.

To be able to get the Sword Saint to say that he did not know when he would be back, one could imagine how dangerous it was.

Sword Saint scolded, “One or two of them are crying. What are they like? Go learn from your Eldest Brother!”

I am going to do things, not die!

Ol ‘Three is inferior to you, and says that you want to go with me, what can you do if you go?

Do you want to cause trouble?!

Yin Bi took in a deep breath. “Master, we will wait for you at Cangya.”

Such a major event, which would determine the future of the world, could only be undertaken by the Sword Saint alone.

This was because he was standing so high up that there wasn’t even a single person who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

It was too cruel and unfair.

But when had things ever been fair in this world?

The invisible barrier suddenly disappeared, and the torrential rain and wind came crashing down. The cold wind blew deep into his bones.

Wei Jingfeng stood alone on the bow of the boat, his sleeves fluttering in the wind. With a wave of his hand, he grew extremely heroic.

“What kind of person am I!?”

“This old man’s magnanimity can accommodate the world!”

He lowered his head again, his expression suddenly somewhat lonely. “The heavens and earth can’t contain me.”

The Sword Saint was filled with joy, joy, and enmity. The prelude to the opening of the era of the stars in this world was extremely intense.

When you leave, you can’t leave either.

He destroyed the hundreds and thousands of palaces of Xing Shan Temple and went to hold Pu Zong, who was seriously injured in the afterlife of the Asian Sage.

Two major events shook the world.

The enmity was clear, but the fetters were still there.

He picked up the sword in his hand and looked at it with lowered eyes.

Since the day they were forged, Spring Mountain’s Laughing and Autumn’s Laughing had been a pair of swords.

But in the autumn wind, the gathering is not me.

Yin Biyue was standing behind his master, and he heard the voice that was always a little casual rise and fall in the wind, “Fourth Brother, I don’t teach you much.”

“This time, I’m afraid I won’t be able to catch up with you when you go there.”

Cultivators’ crowning ceremonies were presided over by the elders of the sect.

It was the acknowledgment of the fact that a disciple had grown up, as well as a wish for the future cultivation path.

Sword Saint turned around, an ebony crown appearing in his hand. “You may not be old yet, but it’s about time.”

It was time for him to grow and take charge. It was time to face the storm head-on.

The more Yin Biyue knelt down, the more he bowed down and kowtowed.

The Sword Saint gathered up his white hair and kept it in the crown, his movements somewhat clumsy.

The more Yin Biyue held up the crown, the more he stood up and performed the disciple salute again.

No speeches, no applause, no patrons.

Only Ye Yu’s lonely boat could be seen floating in the sky.

The Sword Saint looked at him and smiled, then turned around with the sword in his hand.

Yin Biyue called him “Master”.

The small boat suddenly swayed for a moment, then Wei Jingfeng flicked his sleeves and walked across the river.

The river churned and churned, slapping against the mountains and striking the rocks, but he did not dare to wet the hem of his robe.

The river wind whimpered as if it was sending him off.

Mo Daojiang was in a bad situation, and it was very difficult for him to walk on the roads of the mortal world.

Dark clouds covered the moon in Cloud Sun City, and the autumn wind was terrifying.

The courtyard was empty. The headmaster stood on the eaves of the library, gazing at the academy that was as big as a city and with its lights on.

He seemed to understand why Wei Jingfeng liked to stand here.

However, it was also very cold. Because he was able to look down upon the world, his position was incomparable.

He continued, “Perhaps Wei Jingfeng is right.”

“Then give it a try.”

Try to compete with the heavens and change your fate.

But it would take time.

The more time a treasure needs to grow up.

Even though he had grown very fast, how could he reach the initial stage in a thousand years?

However, it was still not fast enough for the current world.

So Wei Jingfeng went to change the time for him.

The superintendent has always disagreed with this.

In other words, this was the true difference between him and the Sword Saint.

However, Wei Jingfeng would never change his mind. Rather than saying that he believed in money, he believed in his own judgment, and he believed in the principles at the bottom of his heart.

“No one can decide the life of others. Not even the Heavenly Dao, not even the Saints.”

He thought.

The school?

It was small!

Wei Jingfeng said when he wanted to kill Luo Mingchuan.

He wanted to see the bright, icy-blue star.

His eyes were dazzled, and the sky in his vision was blurry.

he murmured. “So old.”

Jun Yu was practicing his sword technique at the edge of the cliff, and he was still practicing the Small Mountain Sword Technique.

Without Zhen yuan, there was a sword light that cut through the night sky.

He brandished the sword 63,000 times a day, which had been the case ever since he entered the sect.

In March, the mountain was as bright as a smile, and in October, the mountain was as clear as a mountain.

Cold, summer, spring and autumn, long lonely wind.

A long time ago, this place wasn’t called Lai Hua Feng, it was only him and his master.

He was not very good at communicating with others, and Sword Saint was not very good at speaking at that time either. The two of them could only train with the sword for one day.

The sky above Tianxin Cliff was cloudy and cloudy, like the snowfall at the night in Yunyang City.

He hid on the corner of the street and was met by a young man wearing a fox fur coat and a blue umbrella. From then on, his name was Jun Yu.

That was a long time ago.

Yan Xing was still at Spring’s Sleeve Hall. He was lying flat on his stomach on the table with a broken wine jar on the floor.

Recently, the Spring Sleeves Hall had not opened for half a month and he was the only guest. Miss Lu Hua casually flipped through the accounts book, not saying a word.

“Desolation and bleakness, Treasure Sword Sutra.” Sorrow and bleakness, Treasure Sword sutra.

When Yan Xing thought back to the past, he couldn’t help but feel a little sour. Why didn’t he run away at such a time? He was waiting to be beaten up by him as well … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …

Amidst the bloody light, he saw the young master sitting by the window.

“Yellow leaves are still stormy, the brothel still has its own strings.”

Of course, the Sword Saint did not get beaten up. He even helped him to run away.

At that time, Luhua was not a girl, but a little girl with a nutmeg. She timidly hid behind the counter and watched them fight.

But now, outside the window, the wind and rain were raging, and the light in the window was like beans.

A slightly hoarse voice sounded out, “Hero, don’t ask for directions. Send him off in the snow and wind. Use your sword to climb the stairs and persuade the king to drink to resolve your sorrows.”

Without the zither and the peace, the faint echoes of the song echoed in the Spring Sleeves’ Pavilion.

Yan Xing stood up, pushed open the door, and walked into the wind and rain.

He had been drunk for half a month when he finally woke up.

He walked alone towards Cangya Mountain.

That night, the spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth is the Eastern Continent underwent a drastic change. Many people seemed to have sensed it.

In the scripture pavilion of the Void Temple, Wu Wang closed his eyes and said, “Amitabha.”

In the bamboo house on Green Foothill Mountain, Zhou Yuandao was raising a lamp to look at his sword.

In the grand hall of the Northern Imperial Palace, Duan Sheng’an hesitated for the first time in his life. He looked at his son, wanting to say something, but then hesitated. In the end, he didn’t say anything.

At the bottom of the cliff, Yu Shi’s entire body was covered in blood. He looked towards the eastern sky and began to laugh heartily.

None of this had anything to do with Yin Biyue.

He sailed against the river, breaking through the waves and breaking through the wind to land on the riverbank.

After passing through the wasteland that they had come from, they decided to head towards Cangya.

The Eastern Continent had never been peaceful. He had traveled alone and had encountered countless people who killed and robbed people for their treasures.

He would kill whoever wanted to kill him.

They had fought their way out of the Wasteland and had encountered the people from the Twelve Palaces. They had fought a few times.

Between life and death, there was often great comprehension.

Soon, there was no one in the Eastern Lands who didn’t know. A white-haired, cold-eyed teenager appeared from the wastelands, using the Righteous Way’s sword techniques. His disposition was as cold and hard as ice, and he left no survivors behind.

The more he ignored the increasingly outrageous rumors, the more he knew he was going back to Cangya.

Right now, he only wanted to return to Cangya.