"The strong spirit is rushing towards the bullfight, and the homesickness is upside down in Yangzhou. The world is homeless, the people are blind, and the heroes are smiling. Since childhood, the wealthy families are used to drinking, and the huge fireworks are not worries. The locust trees in the courtyard blow late autumn."

He pretended to be a young hero in white, danced his sword, and sang "The Legend of the Concubine" on the stage.

The concubines sitting were blushing and the love flowers were seeds, but the emperor was present and did not dare to be arrogant.

The emperor also wore a good sword, alone, nodded slightly at Zunli. Zunli was just a gorgeously decorated wooden sword, and the sword the emperor wore was the first divine sword in the world.

Flowers Luoluo sat by the emperor's side, which was the emperor's oral order. She dressed up slightly, and her appearance was as bright as a lotus, and immediately took away all the stunning lights of the world in the three palaces and six courtyards.

At the emperor's neighbor, the official Shi Wuming, the official envoy of the Parrot Kingdom, Fan Youjie, and the deputy envoy of Fan Youjie. Yao Xiaoyao and other disciples of the Liyuan were waiting behind the stage. Liu Ziyue and Su Peng were merchants and had no right to enter the palace.

Fan Wujie is still showing off his body as a mortal, but his eyes are shining like a cloud of clouds. In the painting, he survived the disaster for ten days, and achieved success by using the devil's difficulty, and entered the lower level of Nascent Soul. He was warmed up for three months and was stable and unretardant.

There is no more musketeer in the theater of the palace, and the concubines are all flowers in the greenhouse. However, the twenty-four eunuchs served all succeed in practicing the sunflower book, and they have reached the highest level of "whoever eats, the nature of things must not be moved". It is hard to be the realm of being the best of the heroes who "serve the country and the people". It is only one step away from the threshold of a Qi Refiner, and it is also an eternal step.

The emperor was just a mortal, a particularly majestic and powerful mortal, but he was a mortal after all.

"Even if you are having fun, Your Majesty will never leave your sword. I am afraid, why not order the eunuchs to put it away?" Hua Luoluo persuaded her, and her few warm words were better than the thousand-year-old foxes, and each word was charming. Even the eunuchs whose love had broken roots could not help but bewitched by her. Without waiting for the emperor's order, they held a golden plate and took their swords forward.

The emperor did not raise his head, his sword sheath was empty, and the divine edge stopped in the air. The first eunuch Qiu, who was carrying the highest level of the Sunflower Book, moved his head. Eunuch Qiu's blood splattered on my boots. I took a Su-embroidered handkerchief and wiped the boots.

The remaining eunuchs woke up from the charming tricks of Hua Luoluo, and knelt down and kowtowed to die.

The newly-entered concubines screamed; most of the concubines who had been in the palace for a long time were used to seeing the emperor's life as a waste, and still knocked melon seeds and blew the bird's nest porridge.

The emperor snorted coldly, and the sound of me not making a sound. The whole palace calmed down and I could hear the sound of my boots being wiped.

Everyone looked at me awkwardly, and I didn't have the mood to stop wiping it off.

"The play is very good, don't stop." The emperor smiled at Hua Luoluo, "This sword is the foundation of my universe and cannot be separated for a moment. Don't be afraid of beauties, you will get used to it."

He wiped his neck like a jade-like pecking girl and pointed his fingers under the collar of the back of his neck.

Hua Luoluo turned around and went to get the parrot card mooncakes tributed to the universe dynasty from the Parrot Kingdom, and smiled, "Look at the eunuchs like dead cats, it's so pitiful. I beg your Majesty to forgive their sins, and reward them with these mooncakes."

"My country's mooncakes are sold in the Western Wilderness, and diners have to pre-order them three years in advance." I was lying nonsense. In fact, it was bought by Liu Ziyue from the Dim Sum Shop in the Imperial Capital, and the mooncakes were carved with parrots in molds.

The emperor waved his hand and the eunuchs thanked him and took the mooncakes down to share the food. Yu Zhoufeng took back the emperor's scabbard and still kept leaving him.

The eunuchs watched the flowers fall and loved each other, and they praised the mooncakes as if they were radiant. I could only sneer.

Fan Wujie and I looked at each other and nodded, and we already knew in our hearts: Thirty years have passed, everything has been erased, and the sword spirit and sword in this formation have also been separated. It turns out that the sword that Nian Suixin has appeared is now worn by the universe. His speed of sword drawing is beyond the reach of all mortals, but it is no longer a chariot, but it is more like moving a foreign object. Such a flaw will be infinitely magnified in the eyes of cultivators who are far higher than that of mortals. However, can we seize it by mortals?

I still have to try to separate the sword spirit and the sword:

Fan Wujie has attained the Nascent Soul and is no longer controlled by the sword spirit. He has the contract of the universe's edge and the sword shooting technique taught by Dugu Sect. He can control the sword with the sword spirit, regardless of order. The two are offset. As long as the sword spirit is not allowed to control the sword spirit, it is. The sword spirit dare not kill Fan Wujie, and we can kill the sword spirit and then use the sword to sacrifice and refine it. As long as the universe's edge is moved from the sword spirit to a neutral place, we will be Dayou.

After singing "Nan Ke Yi Meng", the Emperor's Redeeming Immortal Class performed a new drama that was held a ten-day schedule, praising the sword spirit and martial hero "The Emperor of the Universe Breaking the Formation":

Wu Dan and Wu Jing, a martial artist in the opera troupe, took turns to play the stage, pretending to be the leading figures of the four major sects thirty years ago. Wen Qi plays the thriving emperor sword spirit, kills Dejian, the demon monkey played by Qi Guan with one sword, kills Wen Hou, the clown Jixiang played by another sword, kills Guan Shui played by another sword, kills a ancestor of the Dragon and Tiger Sect played by Zhentai, kills Yuwen Badu, the Tianfu played by another sword, and kills Gu Tianchi played by Tianlu with one sword.

Blood was splattering all over the stage, and everyone pretended to be dead, leaving Wenqi, who was barely looking at the stage. The concubines present were all dissatisfied, but they had to go to the sword spirit emperor, laughing sweetly, and the scene was very creepy.

The sword spirit emperor clapped his palms and laughed wildly. He whispered on a palace dress covered with jewels and pearls: "But I can act and take back the imperial city to serve the king."

He threw the imperial pen to Wenqi, and the sword spirit turned to me and said, "The fallen flowers and Wenqi in the Parrot Kingdom are both beautiful. The nameless ambassador of the Lion, report to your king: These two beauties are left behind and serve me together."

The flowers fall and the smile is as bright as the frost sword.

I gently picked up the beard on the lion's face, and looked embarrassed and said:

"Your Majesty, your martial arts are brilliant, but your morals are probably indiscriminate:

On the way, I saw that the situation in Middle Earth was far worse than that of thirty years ago. In the past, all spiritual veins were stopped. The people abandoned copper cattle and used livestock, and the palaces abandoned puppets to cut off eunuchs. The tyrants and corrupt officials were domineering. They were hungry and hungry on the road. They sold their children and daughters, and there was no peace in the day and night. In this imperial garden alone, there were many girls sold by poor families. You still covet the national treasures of small countries and could be filled in your own harem at will. Insider and diplomacy, there is really nothing to do.

Sword Spirit, do you think you can do whatever you want with the universe and those muskets alone? Your dream is over today!”

Fan Wujie also rose up and shouted to Yu Zhoufeng: "Sword Spirit, do you still remember the ancestors of the Sword Sect? You are the first in the divine sword, but you dare not even mention the name of my Yunzu in the play. How can you feel empty!"

In "Breaking the Formation Music", there is indeed no sword from Master Yun who gets the sword spirit, but Master Ren from the Star Sect did not appear. I think it is probably because the sword spirit has never seen these two people.

He wiped off his disguise makeup and showed Fan Wujie's true face.

The whole audience was silent. All the eunuchs and concubines were trembling. Just by just passing our ruthless words in our ears, they would be a serious crime to destroy the nine clans.

The sword spirit looked at Fan Wujie for a long time and said slowly: "You seem to be someone I knew before, but I can't remember it. What is the Sword Sect? The Taoist priests in the world have been killed by me! Where is the Sword Sect? You two are crazy, who is instructing you two foreigners behind them! - But even the madman wants to Ling Chi. People come, drag the two into the death priest, torture the envoy, and then Ling Chi shows the public!"

The eunuch who practiced the Sunflower Treasure Book to the highest level was like a ghost, pounced on Fan Wujie and me.

I said to the sword spirit with compassion, "Sword spirit, you were once the Nascent Soul on a high place, and you were companionship with the great way day and night. It's a pity that you have fallen and become addicted to this, and it's hard to save it."

Then, I snapped my fingers.

Twenty-three eunuchs with a fishy smell burst out from the chest of the twenty-three eunuchs. In the mooncakes they ate, I laid a regular thunderbolt bomb the size of mustard seeds. The twenty-three eunuchs all died without a single move.

The only drawback is that their blood splattered on the lion's skin, causing my clothes to be washed many times.

The concubines escaped me like they were escaping from evil spirits and fled in all directions. The emperor's accumulated power made them obedient, and my thunderbolt thunder and fire bomb made them unable to understand the emperor's words.

No one will protect the emperor anymore, and the musket team cannot arrive in a moment.

The sword spirit was furious and Guanghua took my head straight: Although the sword spirit was lost, the universe is still a magical sword chasing time. No one can escape after the universe sword is drawn, and I can't.

I opened my eyes wide and watched coldly how the cosmic front cut off my big head.

The universe edge stopped in the air before me and could not move forward at all.

Fan Wujie blocked me. He always stared at the sword spirit's hand, predicted the route before the universe's sword was drawn, and blocked the right direction. The sword spirit of the upper level of the Nascent Soul was lost and actually lost to the Nascent Soul's prediction, slowing down the Nascent Soul's hands and feet.

The sword spirit shouted: "I remembered it! You are Fan Wujie, are you not my sword slave? Why don't you listen to my orders! You are Yuan Jiankong, the Yuan Jiankong who deceived me out of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, you made me lose my Taoist heart. You are a demon, you must be a demon!"

The sword spirit finally remembered in time. If this sword stabbed Fan Wujie to death, the sword spirit himself would die together.

Fan Wujie is my shield, a shield that can even control the Nine-Turn Divine Sword. He also entrusts life and death to me. I dare to bet that the sword spirit cannot stab this sword. I did not disappoint Fan Wujie's entrustment.

But after returning to the conscious mind, it was too late to get to the sword spirit. Dada, dada, the roar of the continuous beaded muskets came from the eaves of Jiangshan Beauty Pavilion. How could the sword spirit avoid the sound-speed bullet forest? What's more, this continuous beaded musket was operated by the first martial arts person today, and the sword spirit also tasted the hardships that Fan Wujie had suffered.

Blood flowers splattered all over the sword spirit's body.

The martial god Zhou Jia followed us into the imperial city, killed a group of musketmen, and obtained a continuous beaded musket. He had long been lurking on the eaves of Jiangshan Beauty Pavilion. None of the sword spirit and the eunuch of the Twenty-Four Sunflower Book could sense this peak warrior.

The sword spirit's hand and foot were all interrupted by the control of the martial god Zhou Jia. The hand holding the cosmic edge cut off the root and flew out. Princess Lin did not pretend to be a corpse, jumped from the stage, reached out and snatched it, and the man was as tall as the Jiuzhang Pavilion. The Nine-turn Divine Sword fell into her hands. Then she fell back to the stage like a cat, unable to get up. Everyone present was limited to the body of a mortal, but the body of the White Tiger God was superior to all mortals.

Countless musketeers rushed into Jiangshan Beauty Pavilion like a tide. Princess Lin looked at Fan Wujie, and nodded, Princess Yunke used her sword. Princess Lin rose up gracefully, waved the magic sword universe, and walked past the stage.

Jiangshan Beauty Pavilion was cut in half. One thousand musketeers were killed before Princess Lin's thoughts. The corpse was spread across the imperial city and blood flowed into a river. All the guns were in a state of vain and all the guns were silent.

Her thoughts on killing people are fast and slow, and the order of killing people is first and later. She was beheaded from far and near, and some are in the eyes and some are not in the eyes. But as the princess wishes, she caught her breath within three hundred feet of the imperial city, and she was killed immediately after she thought.

The whole imperial city had never been quiet before. Princess Lin took the sword and bowed to Fan Wu to give a gift. She was about to return it, but was gently picked up by the martial god Zhou Jia.

Princess Lin was puzzled. She didn't see when Zhou Jia fell from the eaves, nor when he would take the stage, nor what method Zhou Jia used, but she seemed to have bowed to the martial god Zhou Jia to present the universe.

Fan Wujie frowned, but he didn't care. After all, the universe is still under his control, and he can escape from the hand of the God of Martial God by lying. The God of Martial God did not dare to kill him before the sword spirit died.

I stared at the sword spirit that was rushing to death. The sword spirit's eyes were dissipated. It remained in the body of a mortal, and it remained in the body that was smashed by the continuous bead musket. It could still summon the universe's front with its thoughts, but in the end it could not compete with Fan Wujie's thoughts, who was full of energy, and the universe's front remained in Zhou Jia's hand without moving.

The God of Martial Arts caresses the divine sword, just like a beloved son.

The dying sword spirit remembered the realm of the Nascent Soul. As long as it can summon the universe, it can combine with the sword and survive in a desperate situation. But there is no if.

It stared at me and said a few words with difficulty: "You, help me, help me get the sword back, I will help you. I also want to tell you a big secret. The four major sects are all demons, and they have wiped out the real ones..."

I took out the Silver Snake Sword and cut off the sword spirit's head. I knew everything about it, so there was no need to talk too much and disturb the hearts of the spectators outside the mirror.

The sword spirit of the upper-level Nascent Soul fell in the body of a mortal. Well, it is not just a piece of paper in the painting.

I stood up and looked back, and I wanted to solve the problem between Zhou Jia and Fan Wujie.

The friends of the Immortal Jushi stood up one after another. They were glad that they lived safely. Hua Luoluo and Wenqi each spit on the sword spirit's dead body. Hua Luoluo understood the awkward atmosphere between us and Zhou Jia, climbed onto the stage, and led the figures of the Immortal Jushi to avoid the backstage.

Only I, Princess Lin, Zhou Jia, and Fan Wujie were left.

The sword spirit is dead and the dream has woken up. This formation is both broken and not broken, and the scenery is changing. It is no longer the atmosphere of the imperial capital, but countless inks are floating, gathering and dispersing, and are about to evolve into another world.

Liu Ziyue and Su Peng ran over from a distance. Seeing that the four of us were in a mess, they also hid with Hua Luoluo and the others.

This Jiangshan Beauty Pavilion has not changed for the time being, only the ink and water that is like clouds and fog lingers outside the Jiangshan Beauty Pavilion.

The mind beast of the Ten Absolute Formation judged that the universe's front failed to break through the formation, and the seventh formation is still there. Based on our aptitude and Taoist techniques, we are calculating another new illusion.

But the true energy of the four of us is like a tide, and the restrictions on the practice of mortals have been lifted. All four of us have returned to the Nascent Soul.

"Fan Wujie, I saved your life. I want to repay the favor now, and you commit suicide immediately. This universe is my future." said the martial god Zhou Jia.

I waited for Fan Wujie's answer and then adapted to the situation.

Fan Wujie said: "Fan protects my sect's magic sword in a lifetime and I'm sorry I can't give it to anyone." He waved his hand, and the sword struggled three times in Zhou Jia's hand, and finally got out and returned to Fan Wujie's hand like a boomerang.

Fan Wujie did not tell the God of Martial Arts truthfully that if he died, the universe would be destroyed. Fan Wujie's deception for me was a complete solution, but this was a burning fire to his own body.

Zhou Jia laughed and said, "Then I will kill you first, and then go to the Sword Sect Mountain Gate to brush the red lacquer: the Sword Sect's people are all traitorous rats."

Fan Wujie bowed deeply to the God of Martial God and said, "I cannot repay the God of Martial God for saving my life with my life, but I can spare Mr. Wu Shen, you have not died once, and it can be considered as paying off your life with me. My Sword Sect member is definitely not a traitorous rat."

Zhou Jia was surprised, "You thought you could kill me by luck by getting the Nascent Soul and holding the universe. Hahahaha, it's so funny, so funny!"

Princess Lin and I were also puzzled. Could it be that Fan Wujie really wanted to sacrifice himself for justice. He had only learned sword shooting, but did not learn sword sacrifice, and could not be integrated with the universe.

Fan Wujie bowed to us: "Fellow Taoist, since we met, we have been frightened. However, I finally know that you are not far from the right path, and Fan respects you. Back then, Master Dugu passed on your sword sacrifice technique was just a cover, just to relieve your Kunlun's heart to seize the universe. In fact, Master Dugu passed on my sword capture technique was enough."

I said in surprise: "I can understand the intention of Master Dugu. But with the skill of taking swords, you can't resist the God of Martial Arts. Don't die. Brother Fan takes a step back, your ancestor is carrying it."

Fan Wujie smiled with a sigh: "There is no sword shooting technique, it's just asking Yun Zhoufeng's original master sword to control it."

The original owner of the Yun Zhoufeng, wasn’t that the real person Xie Zhuang who had been dead for five hundred years?

Fan Wujie conferred the universe to the void and shouted: "Please give me the spirit!"

There was something out of nothing. A dead and cold Taoist priest held the universe. He had a pair of blue eyes, just like the blue waves of a lotus pond, and there were people-eating crocodiles lurking under the lotus.

In an instant, the pair of blue eyes swept across the entire scroll, the entire Ten Abyssorted Array Picture, and even the people outside the mirror who were peeking at the array picture, all the people in the Yun House, all the people in the Saoye City, and all the people in the Monkey Mountain. Back to our house, one by one, passing the Immortal Gathering Class, the Flowers Luo Luo, Fan Wujie, Luo Shenlin, Yuan Jiankong, and finally fell to the Martial God Zhou Jia.

Yun Xianke said: "Zhou Jia, I will spare you from death."

Zhou Jia said: "Okay! Then, the real person's Taoist practice uses his sword to the real person's Taoist practice. If you lose, the universe will give it to me, and never get entangled."

Yun Xianke said: "Please." He still delivered the cosmic Feng and Fan Wujie.

Princess Lin and I each presented the swords, Zhou Jia used my silver snake sword, and the Cyclops used the Princess Golden Crow Sword.
Chapter completed!