Supreme Uprising

Chapter 627 Return

Fifty years, for the mighty in the heavenly realm, is naturally a matter of swinging fingers, and a single shutdown can drain fifty years.

Whether to deduce kung fu or upgrade to cultivation, these 50 years are too short for Heavenly Venerable.

Therefore, after seeing the three great heavens depart, Luo Yunyang's mind flashed, still floating out of his superior godless realm.

He stepped out and had already arrived in the Blue Dragon Hou Mansion.

Blue Dragon Hou Mansion, at this time has become Blue Dragon King Mansion, God of the Heavenly Luck Divine Dynasty, personally visit Blue Dragon Hou Mansion, replace the word Hou Mansion with Wang Mansion.

The legend of the Tenth Reincarnation is no longer taboo, and in the eyes of many, the true identity of the Reincarnation is Luo Yuanchu.

Every day, it is not known how many dignitaries have paid their respects to the Blue Dragon House, and every day countless great gates have come to pay their respects.

Light wind blows down, light rain brings spring!

Between the breezes and the rain, Luo Yunyang saw the quiet moon standing in front of the flowers and rain. For a time, countless thoughts came to mind.

Lu Bingyue's thoughts, Luo Yunyang's heart doesn't understand, but he has always resisted this matter for the tenth century.

“Don't stay here, go for a walk!” Silently appeared in the light rain, said Luo Yunyang with a slight laugh.

Lu Bingyue looked at Luoyunyang, without hesitation, and stepped out of Blue Dragon Hou Mansion with Luoyunyang.

Regarding the departure of the two people, no one in the Blue Dragon House, although they felt it, said no word or greeted them.

It is not these people who are slow and indifferent, it is not these people who do not want to say hello to Luo Yunyang, but when they see Luo Yunyang and Lu Bingyue go far away, they suddenly give birth to the idea of seeking education.

In a small city, Lu Bingyue and Luo Yunyang walked side by side, and the two people seemed to be the most ordinary pedestrians, watching the world flourish.

“Here… this is where I was born in my second life.” Luo Yunyang pointed at an old wooden door and said lightly.

Luo Yunyang II, the core disciple of Tianjianmen, although he was the disciple who occupied the body of the man after Tianjianmen, his heart was clear about everything about the disciple.

Nearly a millennium of wind and rain, this dilapidated wooden door was no longer a house of the year, but the location remained unchanged.

“Why don't you go inside and take a look?” asked Lu Bingyue with a faint smile.

Go inside and see what you shouldn't actually see. After all, for ordinary mortals, about a thousand years, that's not how many people have been through.

Luo Yunyang sighed for a moment and eventually the ghost nodded badly. For both of them, the firewood doors of the house really didn't stop the two of them from doing anything.

Bad family, but clean.

A small home, all busy with their own affairs, Luo Yunyang walked in this family once, but stopped at the side of the room.

The side room is a piece of cloth with dense and numb names written on it, while his second type of name, Heron, is located on the second floor.

Looking at the name without any name, Luo Yunyang sighed softly, his eyes stopped on the busy family for a moment, then waved his sleeve and disappeared into the wooden door.

Looking over the house, Lu Bingyue nodded at the clouds that had begun to change: "This is best for them. ”

As one party, Luo Yunyang can flourish with one thought, and one thought, one divine dynasty can decline.

Although Luo Yunyang's luck in staying in the family is not too strong at this time, it can lead this small family to the rich side within 100 years.

This is the power of Heavenly Venerate.

A minute later, Luo Yunyang and Lu Bingyue appeared outside Tianjianshan. Compared to the previous sword temper, the heavenly sword mountain fell at this time.

Though there are many people who practice swordplay, the disciples in Tianjianshan are reduced by half compared to the time of the White Sword Mountain.

And at this point, thousands more people gather outside Tianjian Mountain, and as you can see from their godliness, these are bad people.

When Heavenly Sword Gate sat in town in a dazzling day, since there was no taboo, now the dazzling day has fallen, Nguyen God has difficulty repressing the Quartet, and all the enemies of nature have surfaced.

In a hundred wars a day, almost all the enemies of Tianjianshan rushed forward, countless days of disciples of Jianshan, either dying or fleeing.

All that can remain are disciples most loyal to Heavenly Sword Mountain.

The Nguyen gods returned with wounds, and the other disciples of Tianjianmen, also with wounds, although their divine colors were filled with inflexibility, they were more, more, a kind of rigid intent that preferred to break jade.

This happens because, at the time, they have no choice.

“The Master's sword dictionary must not be left to the rats.” The voice of the Nguyen God is calm, but in the voice, it has an unquestionable taste.

“Though I cannot preserve Tianjianmen, I must not allow my master's reputation to be tarnished by these younger generations. ”

The Skysword Gate martial artists surrounding him said in silence: "Yes! ”

At this time, even though they had less respect, they were filled with the grief of a battle to the death. Nguyen God looked back at the disciples and a red light flashed in his eyes.

“Roll!” Just as the Nguyen God picked up his sword and prepared for his final battle, a voice sounded in the void.

This voice, with unquestionable dignity; this voice, with a terrible will!

At the moment of hearing this voice, Nguyen God had a feeling of his teacher's esteem reproduced, but at the moment of the appearance of this feeling, he knew clearly that this speaking is definitely not his teacher's esteem.

Because those who speak, whether they are powerful or cultivated, are above their teacher's respect.

“It's God's turn. Run!” Thousands of martial artists gathered outside Heavenly Sword Mountain fled wildly in a voice of horror.

While some of them are unwilling to slip away because they are in love with what they are about to get, for the majority of them at this moment, they only hate that they have few legs left.

Nguyen God looked back at Luo Yunyang, and he hesitated for a moment, eventually kneeling respectfully on the ground.

Luo Yunyang ignored Nguyen Shen's return. He returned to the cave where he closed himself. After taking a look at Lu Bingyue, he said faintly: "I am resting here for a while. ”

This sentence goes as it is said.

As Luo Yunyang lived in Tianjian Mountain for three years, Tianjian Mountain regained its prosperity in the past, and countless disciples practicing swords gathered crazily under Tianjian Mountain.

For the past three years, Luo Yunyang did not close, he walked out of his cave with Lu Bingyue almost every day, even sometimes joking with the ordinary disciple of Tianjianmen.

Three years later, Luo Yunyang floated with Lu Bingyue.

For Luo Yunyang, Tianjianmen is only a part of his journey, and in the remaining years, he will walk all his journeys, all over again.

On the shores of the East Sea, Luo Yunyang crosses the sea, endless abyss, Luo Yunyang stands in the sky, in the valley of the unseen sky, there is the voice of the Lu Ice Moon Ghost.

In other words, a blink, fifty years, has passed in a hurry. Although Luo Yunyang hasn't practiced much in the last 50 years, he feels that his mind has become more refined.

Outside the Golden City of the Desert, Lu Bingyue stood quietly beside Luo Yunyang, but the scenery she saw at this time was not in the Golden City, and the flowers seemed gorgeous.

The sight she saw, also Golden City, was also crowded, but these people, speaking of costumes, seemed more quaint than today's Golden City.

And in the constant evolution of these people, Lu Bingyue even saw a familiar face, who was a chief of the Blue Dragon Hou Mansion.

The reason for knowing this supervisor is because the mother of this person, who used to be the maid who served with Lubing Moon, because she did not have the talent to cultivate, she eventually found an ordinary person to marry.

It can be said that Lu Bingyue is watching this supervisor from child to old age. And now, this person actually appears in the Golden City scrolls.

Seeing as he was bargaining, Lu Bingyue suddenly remembered that he had been sent by Blue Dragon Hou to buy a shipment in Golden City.

Just as Lu Bingyue was emotional about the realm of heaven and dignity, Luo Yunyang suddenly waved his hand, and the figure was covered in light, and then brought out of the Golden City rapidly backward time and space.

As soon as he saw Luo Yunyang and Lu Bingyue, Luo Yunyang had injected the causes and consequences into his mind. He was thrilled, quickly kneeling on the ground, prostrating to Luo Yunyang and Lu Bingyue.

“Cousin, this...” Lu Bingyue's words are not finished, Luo Yunyang waved: “It's just a small thing, to me, it's not a big deal to bring a normal human back to life. ”

Here, in the time of reversal in Golden City, the figure of a senior middle aged man emerged.

This senior middle aged man is a mountain man, walking, and he has a more powerful spirit. Looking at this face, Luo Yunyang smiled softly, and as soon as his hand grabbed at the figure, he also brought this person out.

“Long Time No See, Taoshan! ”

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Golden City was Luo Yunyang's last war. After five years of hiding in Golden City and Lu Bingyue and others, centuries passed in a hurry.

Luo Yunyang had arranged everything, did not say goodbye to anyone, he stepped out and had entered the rolling void turbulent stream.

It is three days before the temple is returned, Luo Yunyang wants to enter this endless starry sky to see if there is a way into the Divine League from here.

If he did, he wouldn't have to give it up.

However, at the moment of the emptying, Luo Yunyang knew that the possibility of realizing such an idea was really small.

Standing in the sky, looking at the slowly smaller Sky Luck Divine Dynasty, Luo Yunyang sighed softly. He knew that his chances of finding a way back to Sky Luck Divine Dynasty, whether he could find a way or not, were probably not much.