Tang Xuejian could see clearly on the stage.

The actor next to him showed off his divine power, flicked his sleeves, and released two dragons, roaring filial piety in the air, with a sound louder than the bells.

The people in the audience were frightened and their expressions changed, and they ran away in all directions. The dragon spirit was rising, and the world was at peace.

As soon as the actor took action, the dull atmosphere in Wu Mian's country was cleared up. Tang Xue was very excited and was about to speak. Suddenly he saw a golden rope hanging from the beam of the theater. Immediately, heavenly soldiers and generals came down to fight against rebellion.

At the head, a yellow-faced heavenly general held a golden plaque, which illuminated thousands of colorful clouds. It only flickered in mid-air. The actor seemed to be under a restraining spell. His hands could not move, his mouth could not speak, and his skin and blood turned into mud and became stagnant.

As if he were dead, the heavenly soldiers accompanying him on his left and right threw down his shackles and arrested the traitor, and then he was brought back to heaven for trial.

"Sedum!" Tang Xue shouted in panic.

The actor climbed the rope to the sky with thousands of heavenly soldiers and disappeared into the golden clouds. Hearing the words, he seemed to shake his body. When the glow disappeared and the golden rope was withdrawn, a small brocade bag fell out of thin air from the beam of the theater. Tang Xue saw that his eyes were quick and his hands were quick.

He took it in one handful and held it in his hand to look at it.

This splendid bag is as white as snow, with slightly cool tentacles. It can be grasped like clouds and spread like frost. Its light shines brightly and its texture is flexible. There is no silk scarf in the world that can compare with it. There is also a blue jade orb tied at the mouth of the bag.

It is warm and transparent, Shanshan is lovely, and it makes people fall in love with it. Seeing that Tang Xue was holding the splendid sword bag, she was at a loss. Just as she held the pearl with her fingertips, she suddenly heard a woman whispering in her ear: "Don't untie it first."

"This voice...could it be that you are Nightshade Nightshade?!" Tang Xuejian was suddenly startled. The thing she regretted all day long was that the Divine Sword broke itself that day, so she thought about Nightshade Nightshade's voice repeatedly, and she was very familiar with it.

Know it's her.

"Sister Tang, long time no see. Are you going to save your brother?"

"Jingtian really brought you back to life, it's really amazing... Where is he now? Do you know how I can save him?"

"My brother is trapped in heaven and is being tortured on the Immortal Killing Platform. We are going to the temple to offer gold and silver paint and steal the cloud-climbing rope so that we can ascend to heaven."

Long Kui explained the whole story of the temple sacrifice one by one. Tang Xue understood it and set off immediately.

Thirty-three drums were played at the sacrificial temple, and the Faceless Kingdom heard the wind and moved. The streets and alleys were crowded with people, and they all poured into the sacrificial temple.

After the consecration ceremony was completed, the sweet rain and golden millet were sprinkled. The sword pouch in Tang Xuejian's hand slightly opened, revealing a clear sword energy, which turned into a cover, covering Tang Xuejian's whole body to prevent the sweet rain from being contaminated, so her

The appearance has never changed.

Immediately after the sacrifice was made, the boy cut his face. He had done this journey thousands of times, so he was very familiar with it and was very methodical.

Tang Xue could not help but be horrified when she saw the boy serving the sword cutting off the skin one by one. She felt that the scene was no different from that of a person eating meat. She secretly held the sword pouch and heard Nightshade whisper: "Later,

When your name is called, please do not answer."

"Tang Xuejian. Which one is Tang Xuejian?"

Naturally, no one answered. Tang Xuejian lowered her head and quietly shrank back from the crowd. Suddenly, someone grabbed her hand and shouted: "Here it is! Here it is! Tang Xuejian is here!"

"Okay, okay, let me catch you. It was you last time, and now it's you again. Tang Xue sees that you are quite rebellious! What's your name, the one who spoke? You reported the news with merit!"

"I, I don't know..."

Tang Xuejian turned around and saw that this person was actually her good relative Tang Tai. She couldn't help but burst into anger and broke her silver teeth.

Zhuji on the stage grabbed the roster and nodded, and immediately shouted: "Tang Tai!"

"The villain is here!"

Without saying a word, the boy who waited on the knife stepped forward and cut off this treacherous and flattering face with a knife. Tang Tai lost his face and made two wailing sounds with his hands, "Hey young! Hey young! What's wrong, sir?"

Cut me off too... You villain has merit! You shouldn't cut me off..." Before he could finish his words, the man had turned into a ball of rotten bones, and his soul flew away.

The boy who served the knife stood in front of Tang Xue. The sharp bone-picking knife was shining brightly and fell towards her. She was helpless and she was a mortal body. How could she escape this thunderbolt-like knife? Her cheek was cut immediately.

Someone else's face was cut off, and the face underneath was as white as a mirror, but there was flesh and blood underneath her face. The skin fell into the furnace, and no matter how hard the charcoal fire pushed it, it never turned into gold powder.

Seeing Tang Xue standing there, dripping with blood, the ghosts of the Faceless Country around him saw the red blood pouring down, and they were all stunned. The face of the knife boy was stained with blood, and he immediately covered his face and screamed, with his fingers

Thick smoke spewed out, and when he put down his hand, his eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.

The blood fell on the ground and formed a pool. Tang Xuejian looked down and saw a white bone reflected in the blood pool, holding a green and yellow withered sword. The white bone in the mirror swung his sword and pierced the water, and the green and yellow sword lightly

He nodded his eyebrows and immediately flew into the brocade sword pouch and disappeared. Tang Xue sat down slumped and turned into a piece of wood on the ground.

The boy serving the sword was so painful that he stumbled and knocked over the golden furnace in the boy's hand. The accumulated gold paint and silver rolled into the pool of blood. The four priests were so frightened that they flew out of their minds and hurriedly asked everyone to salvage the gold sand.

The people from the Faceless Kingdom stepped forward one after another and reached into the pool. They felt their skin was burning. They covered their faces and howled in pain. The palms of their hands touched their cheeks.

All of them melted, and the faceless one now grew facial features. There was a chaos in the temple, and the sound of wailing and wailing was endless. The four worshipers only stared at the golden paint at the bottom of the blood pool, ignoring the suffering of everyone, and kept urging them

, all of them stretched out their hands into the pool, and all of them were in agony. The golden paint peeled off their faces, and the faceless man's facial features were transformed into howling, and tears flowed from his eyes.

The tears of thousands of ghosts welled up and fell like rain, watering the wooden body that sat slumped down.

The wooden body was dry and mute, burnt yellow and dull. Where there were tears, there were green buds all over. The roots spread under the seat and pierced into the pool of blood. Absorbing the colors of gold, paint and silver, and bathing in the tears of all ghosts, Tang Xue saw that the transformed wooden body was vigorous.

After one breath of growth, the crown of the tree is lush; after two breaths, it pierces the beams of the house; after three breaths, it has become a towering tree with hanging clouds.

"Zhou Tian Zhi Qi" says: There is a sacred tree growing in the Netherworld. Its shape is like a woman, its face is like a skull, its leaves are like gold, but it is actually like silver. Its branches are so wide and tall that people can climb up and down, forming a ladder to the sky.

…

Tang Xuejian was dressed in red and walking in the cold rain. The dome was like a black iron cover. Looking around, there was no grass growing on the earth. On the top of the cold mountains there, there stood a waning moon like white copper.

She walked towards the moon, climbed over a mountain, and looked at an isolated city in the wilderness. The city was full of broken walls and ruins. The desolate and desolate scene was really shocking. Tang Xuejian stepped down the mountain and reached the city gate step by step.

In front of them, the two ghost generals guarding the gate had suffered an unknown amount of misfortune. They were severely injured at this moment. One had an iron halberd stabbed in his chest and was nailed to the foot of the wall. The other had a knife in his abdomen and was lying in the doorway.

They looked up and saw Tang Xuejian. The ghost who had been hit by the halberd bared his fangs and sighed: "You're finally here."

"What is this city?"

"This place...is the gate of hell. Once you go in, be careful. There is no one alive here."

"Since there are no living people, what's left is just broken bricks and tiles?"

"Yes, there are only broken bricks and tiles left! The descendant of Ziying Sword Sect appeared in this world. He brought many people here, and soldiers fell from the sky. They fought and turned the place upside down. However, there is only one tree left.

The tree is waiting for you."

"A tree? What does that tree look like and where is it?"

The ghost general who was stabbed on the side groaned, "Shen Tu, you Hutu ghost! You remembered wrong! The tree is not waiting for her! Someone is waiting for her!"

Shen Tu sighed bitterly and was as angry as a thread. He begged Tang Xuejian: "That man is not in the city. If you want to find him, you must first find the tree. Don't miss it again. This time, don't miss it again!"

Tang Xuejian wanted to ask again, but the two ghost generals had disappeared. She was still waiting to bury them, but when a gust of wind blew, the ghost bodies scattered into a handful of gray sand and fell into the dust. The rusty halberd at the foot of the wall was still stained.

There is a little red star like charcoal fire.

She stepped into the city and looked down the long street. Along the way, there were countless corpses, piled up and scattered, all of them naked and faceless. There was also a towering ancient tree in the city with a lush crown, blocking the sky. It had not been seen when looking outside the city before.

This tree is also very strange. Tang Xuejian thought to herself that this is the tree waiting for her.

This city must have experienced a great war, a great war that killed countless people. Tang Xuejian walked on the desolate streets, crossing corpses like mountains and seas. Their armor and stomach were rotten, and their swords and halberds were cold. The avenue was covered with corpses and horses, and the camp

The wall blocked the way, so she had to go around the alley. As soon as she turned around, she saw a six-foot-long immortal leaning at the entrance of the alley. He was beheaded by the Faceless Nation and abandoned in the market.

, the huge scars are still dripping with golden paint. The gods and generals of the gods and the eight immortal soldiers are killing each other in this city. Tang Xue saw that there was no open space under his feet, only piles of rotten bones, black and shiny mud, and a

When the foot is stepped on, it sinks, leaving a footprint, which is filled with oozing blood. No matter whether this blood was red or gold when it was alive, it will be black when it falls to the earth.

Just as the two ghost gatekeepers said, there are indeed no living people in the city, not to mention living people, even ghosts, immortals and gods are nowhere to be seen. The huge ghost gate, the Netherworld, only leaves the wooden beams in the sky, collapsed

The ruined withered walls, the corpses on the beams, the corpses on the ground, and all the prosperity have passed away like clouds and smoke, leaving only the long wind blowing and the endless lamentation.

Tang Xuejian trudged step by step through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and finally came to the temple. The sacred tree that reached the sky was like a mountain of dust. She looked up at the crown of the tree. The lush golden leaves only grew on half of the crown.

, the other half is bare, half dry and half prosperous, with a long meaning.

The billions of corpses all around sighed slightly, and the gentle wind blew through the leaves, creating a golden sound that resonated for thousands of years.

She hesitated under the tree, not knowing what to do. Suddenly she heard a faint voice calling from behind the tree.

Tang Xue followed the sound and walked around the tree. After hurriedly for forty years, she finally came behind the tree. The person who originally called her was no longer there. There was only a tomb here, with vines piled on the tomb and the tombstone covered with dust. There were no words on the tombstone.

A broken sword was inserted in front of it. The lonely wind had stopped for forty years, and the crown of the sacred tree was still ringing.

Tang Xuejian wiped away the vines in front of the tombstone and cut off the dust on the tombstone. The tombstone suddenly collapsed and the tombstone fell down. Two small coffins were exposed on the spot, one was tightly closed, and the other opened a gap, revealing the water.

of blue light.

She opened the tightly closed coffin, and a baby girl jumped out, bowed to her three times, and then turned into a ray of blue light and escaped into the sky. She opened the light-transmitting coffin again, and a jewel suddenly appeared inside. It was Chao Si, a member of the Divine Sword Sect.

The water spirit bead of twilight.

If you get the treasure, your trip to the fantasy land of three lifetimes will not be in vain.

Tang Xuejian held up the spirit bead, and immediately felt a cold current pouring out of the bead, pouring into the meridians of the whole body and even into the sea of ​​qi. For a time, the vitality was abundant, and the dragon and tiger were tamed with divine will. The true qi went up to the Zifu to refine the magic power.

The advance increased suddenly, and in an instant, sixteen levels of passes were broken in a row, and the "Sixteen Jade Tower Cave True Secrets" were perfected, reaching the realm of immortals.

Others had obtained the Water Spirit Pearl before, but none had such a miraculous effect in making people instantly become immortals. There was another reason for this. It turned out that this Spirit Pearl was in the hands of Nuwa's successor, who used great magic power to refine an elixir. Taoist

What you get can be absorbed into the spirit, and you can absorb Pangu Yuan in an instant.

Qi, the magical body of an immortal. Tang Xue saw that she was naturally talented, and after realizing the sword's intention, her spiritual skills improved day by day. She was only short of the accumulation of magical power before becoming an immortal. If she devoted herself to practicing for a hundred years, she could also obtain the status of an immortal.

Now with the help of Baozhu, a lot of waste has been saved.

Tang Xuejian has now guessed who the two coffins buried together in this tomb belong to. She guessed that they were the descendant of Nuwa and her lover from the previous life. She thought to herself: She didn’t know how Zixuan found Lin Yeping.

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Look at the broken sword in front of the tomb. It has been exposed to rain and wind for many years without any rust. It is indeed a peerless treasure. Too many people have died in this city, and there are too many things. No matter how sharp this sword is, it has been destroyed by the war.

.Later, all that was left was a sigh.
To be continued...