When heavy snow fell, Song Qianji was running for his life.

He walked with his sword, crossed the vast desert, crossed the mountains and valleys, fled from the ocean at the easternmost point of the continent, and fled to the snowfield at the westernmost point of the snow.

So his enemies rushed to the snowfield from all directions, like surging waves, vowing to flood an isolated island.

Various flying magic weapons are densely packed with dense rays of magic weapons, and various halos of magic weapons intertwined to form gorgeous curtains.

The snow was covered with white snow in the sky, and it was illuminated in colorful colors.

This chase, interception and killing lasted for three days, and the world was completely gone, and the sun and moon were not seen. It was a wonder.

Song Qianji's blood was almost dry, and he didn't feel pain, but he just felt cold.

The flying sword of my life shaking and tilted, and finally overwhelmed it, falling like a bird with a broken wing, splashing a burst of snow dust.

Song Qianji got up from the snow and saw at a glance that all over the world and underground were enemies, and the encirclement narrowed rapidly towards him.

It seemed as if everything in the world was circling around him, making him dizzy and blurred his vision.

He wiped the blood from his lips and looked at the sky and laughed at himself:

"So many people are coming. It's not a temple fair. Is it necessary?"

The same question has been asked by the person who came to kill him.

"Is it a bit too much to work together to kill one person for three days and three nights?"

On the highest cloud ship in the sky, convey the will of the initiator of the action:

"Not too much, because he is the immortal Song Qianji. If he gives him a little chance, he will make a comeback."

The monks chased after them until they were exhausted and doubted their lives, and then they realized that this sentence was true.

"How could Song Qianji be so good at evacuation?! Within three days, we failed to conquer the formation seven times, and he killed them all."

"Ha, do you think he was born with a golden pride? He was originally a casual cultivator. If he didn't escape, he would have been reincarnated!"

Song Qianji supported the ground with his sword and straightened his back. He felt a faint intuition in his heart, this was the last time.

There is no place to go to heaven and no door to enter the earth.

The end of the road.

The wind is strong and the snow is fast, and the sky is like a cage. Everyone's facial features cannot be seen clearly, but the expression on each face is exactly the same:

Justice is awesome and unite against the enemy.

He is proud to be able to participate in major events and contribute, and is excited to be about to witness the fall of a powerful man.

Song Qianji's eyes swept across strange or familiar faces, and his expression gradually became calm.

He asked, "Where is Miaoyan? I work alone and I don't have to make things difficult for her."

No one answered him.

Even if a person like Song Qianji falls into Pingyang, who knows any powerful way to make a desperate attempt?

The monks were afraid and stopped more than twenty feet away, no longer approaching, but only shouted to him through the vast snow curtain, either admonishing or scolding.

"Sold the clean bottle, hand over the Immortal Spring!"

"The Sky Tree is about to die. This world is about to survive and die. Don't be obsessed with it anymore!"

In the chaos, a sudden sound of a pipa sounded, loud and loud, like crying and complaining, penetrating through the wind and snow, overwhelming the voices of people, and like the sound of nature in the Immortal Palace falling into the mortal world.

The song sounded far and wide, hidden in the true meaning of Taoism, and the monks were shocked and kept silent.

The voices of the people disappeared, the sound of the wind and snow faded, but the music of the pipa became more and more exciting and sad, until it shook the world.

Song Qianji was slightly stunned and murmured: "A song in front of the army. What a song "The King of Overlords' Armor" that destroys people's hearts and souls."

His scattered eyes suddenly condensed, passed through the crowd, shot towards the place where the curved sound came from, shouting:

"Miaoyan, since you are here, why don't you show up!"

Although Song Qianji reached the end, he still had the momentum of looking down on the world and being invincible when he was once arrogant.

The sound of the pipa seemed to encounter thunder and ended abruptly.

The monks woke up like a dream.

"It's actually Fairy Miaoyan who has arrived!" "Fairy Gao Yi, you want to end this devil with your own hands!"

The crowd was in a stir and separated to both sides, revealing a luxurious carriage.

A woman's five fingers were like orchids and gently lifted up the veil.

The wonderful smoke hugged the pipa and the chariot under the chariot, the lotus steps moved lightly, the white skirt and the arm gauze stretched in the wind, like smoke and fog.

Many people forget to be on the battlefield and just look at her obsessively.

Song Qianji said coldly: "You are here to kill me too?"

Miaoyan's almond eyes blinked, and tears fell silently.

The most beautiful woman in the world of cultivation is well-deserved. She is always so beautiful, and every frown and smile seems to have calculated the best angle without flaws.

The same is true for this tear, wetting the slender curly eyelashes, which streaked across the porcelain white face and hitting Song Qian's Jixin Lake.

His question was unspeakable, and his wounds were already numb, and suddenly he felt heartbroken.

Miaoyan's voice was soft and she choked slightly: "Submersible, sorry."

The light of magical instruments in the hands of the monks spread out behind her, like a fire burning, and like a sunset.

Song Qianji was tortured by severe pain and was in a daze. He remembered that the day he first met Miaoyan was also a sunset.

He was born in a small town in ordinary places and was born into an ordinary fetus. He was poor but happy in childhood.

It was not until the monks of Huawei Sect came to test the spiritual roots and recruit disciples that he left his hometown and went to his country in a daze, and squeezed into a cloud boat with thousands of children and young men and flew to an unknown fate.

When the dusk was gathering, a cluster of red light flew from the sky, instantly passing over the cloud boat, making their faces turn red.

A child shouted in panic, "The sky was on fire." The senior brothers who came to pick him up laughed and said:

"That's the track of the Miaoyan Fairy's black gold car. Legend has it that she is the number one beauty in the world of cultivation... You are too young and don't understand these things. If you can see her with your own eyes in the future, it will not be in vain."

The black gold cart slashed through the clouds in the air, leaving a light red arc, and finally disappeared at the end of the sky, with the thickest part of the sunset.

Everyone on the deck of the cloud ship raised their heads and showed a look of yearning.

Song Qianji is also one of the people who look up.

As he first explored the path of immortality, the curtain of the new world opened before his eyes, revealing a magnificent and colorful silhouette.

Flying the clouds and fog, walking thousands of miles a day, and trampling mountains and rivers under your feet, which mortal will not be hot-headed and have a strong heart?

It turns out that there is a taller and more beautiful beauty in the world than a cloud boat.

He thought that he would not be confused anymore, and he would be born, old, sick and die for the rest of his life.

As a human being, be a cultivator, and marry a wife. As a Miaoyan Fairy!

Millions of people have fantasized like this. Unlike other daydreaming teenagers, Song Qianji really did it.

He was originally a useless false spiritual root, but he failed to enter the inner sect and refused to go down the mountain. He worked hard in the outer sect for several years. Later, in order to compete for the quota of the inner sect, he was convicted of death. He fled all the way and became a casual cultivator.

The casual cultivator has no choice but to step on his feet. When he meets the enemy in a narrow road, he can only compare who has more means and who is more cruel.

He broke into the mountains of dead in prison six times, killed the blood valley in seven times, explored the secret realm of the Dead Sea, and died for a lifetime, so he achieved his current full cultivation.

Feng Shui takes turns, and a hundred years passes in a flash. Song Qianji is immortal in a hundred battles and is promoted to the powerful power of the God of Transformation.

Huaweizong, who had issued a chasing order to kill him, went from prosperity to decline and asked him for his understanding.

Fairy Miaoyan, who was so rude to him, set a marriage date with him and was looking forward to his gentle and gentle intentions.

The sect leaders of major sects and elders disdained him as a scattered cultivator, but respected him on the surface and feared him, so they rushed to recruit him as a guest minister.

Status, strength, wealth, beauty, and fate that he won't give him, he snatched it himself.

Song Qianji's life finally ushered in a highlight moment, but the fate of the immortal world and even the entire human race was exactly the opposite.

A catastrophe is about to come.

In the past year, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has gradually dried up, earthquakes have occurred frequently, mountains and tsunamis have tsunamis, and the monks are deeply frightened.

At the end of the continent, the "Tianxihunting Tree" that supports the sky is about to end. If the roots of the tree in the sky are broken and the crown of the tree dies, the continent will crack and the sky will collapse.

Song Qianji has gone through hardships and has just reached the top. Before he can enjoy it, the world is about to finish?

He refused to agree to this matter. He wanted to save the world.

Those who are stronger than him are still in seclusion, while those who are weaker than him are incompetent to stand up.

So he called on all monks of the sect to put aside their old grudges, abandon past grudges, and overcome difficulties together.

He searched through ancient classics, revisited the ancient secret realm, and sought a way to save the world. Hard work pays off. He explored the depths of the Dead Sea alone, found a powerful "Immortal Spring" and stored it in the pure bottle he refined with his own hands.

This is the last hope to save the Qingtian Tree and the last turning point in the fate of the human race.

At the worst, everyone regarded Song Qianji as the savior, and only his leader was followed.

Once the light and flowers are in a dark place, all forces have their own thoughts, and people begin to fear him and speculate on his motives.
To be continued...