Bank of The Universe

Qiubai looked at the North King and began to speak in silence.

When she said, the North King did not intervene, quietly being an audience, listening silently.

At night, the lights in the attic on the mountain top were blown by the breeze, swayed continuously, and stretched the figure of the lord of the north, elongated and stretched...

The story is very long!

The story is quite tortuous!

Lord Beijing listened, clenching his fists, expressionless, like a wooden man.

When he heard that his father and the emperor made that past, the North King closed his eyes hard.

When he heard that Taishang Huang was just playing with people for a while, he abandoned it. The Lord of the North opened his eyes and Li Mang flashed!

Now everything is right.

Why did his father and emperor imprison him for thirty years?

Why would it be indifferent to refuse him, and fall down willingly!

The culprit is his father and emperor!

Fuck!

This kind of behavior is shameless. The prince in the north is a scholar.

No wonder Qiubai wants him to be mentally prepared. This preparation is ready, and he is still caught off guard by surprise.

Afterwards, Qiubai heard about it and could accept it.

but……

What he didn't expect was that, by virtue of his own strength, he completely wiped out the entire feathered dynasty.

This……

The Lord of the North Realm sat silly without saying a word.

After Qiubai finished speaking, a little bit of pain hurt him. After thinking about it, he took out a green handkerchief from his body and handed it to the North King.

When the North King saw the green handkerchief, he couldn't help crying.

Qiu Bai said: "Green is the healthiest and sunniest color. Love has stained it and brought countless stigmas to it."

The King of the North was moved by such novelty, wiping off a tear in the corner of his eyes with a handkerchief.

This is tears of grief and indignation.

"Thank you for telling me this today. I'm in a bad mood, so I won't entertain you anymore." Lord Beijing actively ended the conversation.

Qiubai nodded and said, "Then I'm gone, you are strong!"

The North Realm waved his hand and watched Qiubai leave, silently standing in the attic.

As soon as he thought of the things he experienced, he thought of the things he experienced, and his heart was endlessly murderous.

"Father Emperor, why are you doing this? Isn't this forcing your son to kill you?" The North King sighed silently with his hands behind his back.

Lone Shadow is long-term!

...

In Tiandi Qianzhuang, Li Xiandao is facing the third strong man.

An old Taoist.

Describe the withered, haggard, gray hair, like a dying person, wearing a robe.

"How do you call it?" Li Xiandao asked. He also looked at the tombstone, but there were not many inscriptions on the tombstone, just a few words on it.

Taoist tomb!

"The old Taoist name can't be remembered. Let's call me Taoist all the time!" Taoist thought for a while and said.

Li Xiandao searched in his mind to make sure there was no such Taoist information.

Perhaps it was because he forgot his name that Li Xiandao could not find.

But it doesn't matter. When Li Xiandao came on the road just now, he looked at [Cang Tian Jiu Chong] and read it back to his heart.

"What can Taoists teach me?" Li Xiandao asked.

"Martial arts, Dadao, and longevity." The Taoist thought for a while and said.

Li Xiandao actually wanted to vomit, you are all dead, only a residual soul, teach me longevity?

The Taoist people seem to have seen Li Xiandao's thoughts and said, "Don't think I'm dead, I can't teach you longevity?"

"Dare not, how could there be such an idea, I am willing to listen to the teachings." Li Xiandao quickly explained, angered this person, he will be replaced.

"Do you know how long I have lived?" Taoist asked Li Xiandao.

Li Xiandao shook his head, he did not know.

"I haven't known how long I have lived. When I opened my eyes for the first time, there were still ten days in October." The Taoist remembered.

Li Xiandao frowned. On October 10th, that was an extremely ancient mythological era. Most of the stories handed down from that era were regarded as myths.

What ten days in heaven, October in the evening.

What the Tengu family swallows the moon, the barbarians can shoot the sun and so on are now rumored to be a myth.

So that era was called the era of mythology.

Taoist said that he opened his eyes for the first time in the age of mythology, if it is true, it really has lived too long.

Li Xiandao has known each other. This old Tao may have lived too long. He must have a lot to teach Li Xiandao.

"Taoist, I just read the book [Cangtian Jiujian]. Can you quickly understand me?" Li Xiandao asked.

"No problem, you come." The Taoist waved his hand and let Li Xiandao attack.

Qiang!

Without any hesitation, Li Xiandao directly drew his sword and cut into the sky.

[Cangtian Nine Slashes] broke out, and a bright sword spirit covered the big day in the sky. It was about ten meters long and was severely killed.

The Taoist sees in his eyes, saying: "I will crush Xiu to the same level as you and hit you!"

Boom!

Li Xiandao saw the Taoist’s body soaring, his shriveled body was suddenly full, his hair turned black, and he suddenly became a muscled middle-aged man. He punched hard and directly hit Li Xiandao’s [Cang Tian Jiutian] on.

Click!

Li Xiandao's [Cang Tian Jiu Chong] shattered instantly, but his face did not change, and he slapped the second sword without hesitation. Without any hesitation, he stepped out one step, his body moved forward, and a sword was killed.

The sword lingered, Li Xiandao's face was cold.

"broken!"

The Taoist has no fancy, just a fist.

Click!

[Cangtian Nine Slashes] The second sword was also smashed, and neither Li Xiandao nor Taoist changed color.

Li Xiandao continued to attack, the old Taoist continued to defend, the two of you come and go without showing weakness.

Li Xiandao cut a sword, the old Taoist shattered a sword, until Li Xiandao cut all the [Cang Tian Jioceng].

All the nine swords were shattered, and Li Xiandao stood on the spot and did not continue to produce the sword.

Taoists also looked at Li Xiandao calmly.

Li Xiandao closed his eyes, one by one, when the Taoist just punched, the diffuse Tao Yun, the powerful Tao...

These things are lacking in Li Xiandao, which is why his [Cang Tian Jiushan] is not so powerful.

The talent of the Prophet is constantly comprehending the Tao rhythm that the Taoist swayed just now, a little absorption, just like a person eating a bowl of noodles, and eating it is absorbed.

Li Xiandao realized that it was so fast.

After the enlightenment was thoroughly understood, Li Xiandao opened his eyes and cut his sword when he drew it.

The Taoist continued to wave his fist, and Dao Yun smashed Li Xiandao's [Cang Tian Jiutian]. No matter how Li Xiandao increased its power or controlled the quality, he could not escape the fate of being smashed.

Click!

After the ninth sword was smashed, Li Xiandao stopped again, closed his eyes and silently realized.

The second time [Cang Tian Jiu Chong] was twice as powerful as the first one.

But the Taoist rhythm is still very thick. Just now, Li Xiandao had learned a little bit, but now he changed something else.

The avenue is unfathomable!