If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

  Chapter 374 Repaying Gratitude to the World

  Valley of the Dead is in the middle.

   There are only a few wreckage left of this prefectural city that once accommodated a million people.

  The white bones have been covered by years of wind and sand, and occasionally some fine bone spurs fly out and blend into the wind and rain.

  Shui Yunjun never made a move after all.

  On top of the ruined wall with broken arms, Bai Guanqi sits on a board with his knees.

  He lowered his head and looked at Shuiyun-jun's eyes, just like looking at the countless endgames on the cultivation tower.

  The strong wind howled around Mr. Shuiyun, and a phantom of a pavilion loomed behind him.

  The owner of the Tianshangxilou frowned slightly thoughtfully.

  He never thought that Zhao Qingping, who was called extremely talented, would die in Lu Jing's hands.

   It is not that the best of the immortals will not die. In the last battle of spiritual tides, many immortals died at the hands of the strong in the world, and even the landlord fell.

  However, if a Tianfu Immortal of the Eight Realms died in the hands of a terrestrial boy who shined at the sixth level of stars, even Shuiyun Jun, who had seen the world of heaven and earth, would have many doubts in his heart.

  He put his hands behind his back, ignoring Mr. Qiguan's gaze.

  The torrential wind and rain originally came from him, but now it has become a drizzle and a breeze, as silent as the spring rain in early spring.

   "The death aura of ghosts here is much stronger than it was ten years ago.

  Maybe you chose this place as the battlefield, which can be regarded as giving Lu Jing a little more life. "

  Mr. Shuiyun watched for half a quarter of an hour before stepping on the cloud and facing Mr. Guanqi.

"It's just that both your younger brother Bai Weizhi and the owner of Crouching Tiger Tower told me that ever since you entered the world, swam through the mountains and rivers of the world, and seen all kinds of life in the world, you don't want to go back to the sky, let alone the jade. Xianlou.

  They all said that you have given birth to nostalgia and belonging to this riddled world.

  So you are sitting in Taixuanjing, but your spiritual thoughts are wandering in Yanggu, Yuyuan, and even Yuanshen brought the water from Yingwu Island, trying to compete with the truth of heaven and earth for the right to life.

  They also said that you regard death as your home and are unwilling to return to the Yuxian Tower and become a dead tree in the building. "

   "It's just... I came to the world today, and seeing you set the battlefield here, I suddenly felt that maybe they guessed you wrong.

You know that there is a passage leading to Baiguidi Mountain here, but you still stop me here, then... Maybe Mr. Qiguan is just enjoying your status in this world, and when you are disabled, you are still willing to return to Yuxian Lou, became Qingdu Jun ordered by the Emperor of Heaven. "

  Mr. Guanqi looked at the continuous wind and rain in the far distance, but did not tell Mr. Shuiyun that he did not choose this battlefield.

  He came here because he trusted his disciples.

  In the distance, a strong wind blows a tornado.

  It was faintly visible, and a sword aura suddenly hung in the sky, like a brilliant galaxy.

   The gust of wind roared behind the sword energy.

   This scene is spectacular to the extreme.

   "Lu Jing will still die, he will die at the hands of General Feng."

  Shui Yunjun calmly said: "Even if he doesn't die, you will always die. When you die, I will crush him in the wind and rain with just one finger.

  Mr. Qingdu, I am puzzled about most things in the world.

  For example...the two imperial courts do not help each other, and the great sects in the world are also restricted by the rules of heaven and earth.

  Then why did these people come to die one after another? "

   "Did they think that with their strength, they could block half of my west building?"

  Shui Yunjun seems to be seriously asking Mr. Guanqi for advice.

  Mr. Guanqi smiled and said: "Actually, I'm also a little surprised."

  Shui Yunjun bowed to Mr. Guanqi: "Please advise."

  Mr. Guanqi said: "Since Mr. Si and I were punished by God when we transported Yingwu Island, and seeing the drought in the middle of the river for years, I have never had much hope for human affairs."

   "The Candle King of the Northern Qin Dynasty burned all the knowledge in the world. He only wanted his people to bend over and work, and when necessary, he jumped into the fire pit with all his strength to fuel the burning Qin fire.

  Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith, the Candle King abandoned for his people, only the word brave is enough. "

   "Emperor Dafu Chongtian was just the opposite. He let the book building stand in Taixuanjing, let the book building beat the eight great families in the east of the river, and let the master beat the Chen family's sub-sage.

   This seems to be a clear and bright spirit, but there is no government in his heart, no creatures in the world, and he only thinks about the chess game that he has accomplished in one battle. "

   "This situation has been going on for decades. I originally thought that the choice of the kings of the two dynasties would affect the whole world. Since then, there will be no benevolent and righteous people in the world."

   "However, Lu Jing's poems attracted so many people who were willing to die, which surprised me.

   Not to mention...how does Mr. Shuiyun feel that they are useless? "

  Mr. Guanqi asked Shuiyun-jun very seriously.

   As he spoke, he shook his sleeve again, and a rune in the sleeve appeared to burn in the void.

  Suddenly, the surrounding fog thinned a lot, making many wind and rain situations become obvious.

   "Look, Lord Shuiyun, those buried in the wind and rain are not only human monks, but also the immortals who went to the west tower that day."

  Shui Yunjun didn't even raise his head, and said indifferently: "The dead body of an immortal is the same among ten. If you come to the world once and kill a human arrogance who is in charge of the heaven and earth, what's the harm in killing a few ordinary immortals?"

   "Is Zhao Qingping an ordinary fairy?" Mr. Guanqi asked back.

  Shui Yunjun's aura remained unchanged, but he did not answer Mr. Guanqi's question, instead he glanced up and down at Mr. Guanqi, and suddenly said: "Under your young skin, you have an old body.

  You spent a lot of effort to attract this sky-filled landscape to stop me, but I don't know how long you can stop me.

  Mr. Qingdu, the punishment of heaven has been imposed on you, which has blocked your smooth path to become a true monarch, and also cut off your lifeline.

  If you expend all this energy, you may not survive half an hour.

  It's only half an hour...what's the point if I just wait? "

  Mr. Guanqi grinned: "Waiting for half an hour, how many immortals can you have left in the West Tower?"

  Shui Yunjun's eyes moved.

  But he saw that the valley of the dead, which he divided with the power of heaven and earth, has changed.

   I saw Lu Jing holding a sword and knife, walking on the boundary between wind and rain.

  His body is surrounded by mist, and he can always merge with those wind and rain, and then pass through the barrier between the two wind and rain.

  Every time he crossed the barrier, the imprint of wind and rain in Lu Jing's eyebrows became deeper and deeper.

  The wind and rain in the realm of wind and rain also seemed to be welcoming his arrival.

  Because of this, Lu Jing is like a fish in water in the wind and rain.

  Even if his cultivation base was obviously stronger than that of the young Zhao Qingping, General Feng couldn't cross many barriers to catch up with Lu Jing.

   Lu Jing held the Killing West Tower in his hand, and flew across the air. With the high-spirited sword, he could always cut off the heads of ordinary immortals.

  The blood of the immortal is also red, scattered on the ground, corresponding to the bones that have been convoluted by supernatural powers and fairy arts.

  Mr. Shuiyun obviously saw this scene, but he seemed indifferent and shook his head at Mr. Guanqi instead.

   "Even if the immortals in the west building can't be called more than one word in the twelfth floor, there are more than six thousand immortals in half of the west tower.

   Lu Jingzhao's star realm reflects Tai Weiyuan, even if he has the strength comparable to that of an eighth realm practitioner, he is not invincible.

  The immortal Xilou in the sky is not a lamb waiting to be slaughtered by him.

  I let him kill for half an hour, how much can he kill? "

  Shui Yunjun spoke eloquently.

  Mr. Guanqi stood up at this moment.

  He raised his head high, but all he could see was the entire Valley of the Dead.

   "Lu Jing can't kill too many immortals, and these human practitioners who regard death as home are no match for the immortals in the West Tower in the sky.

  Even I, as Lu Jing's teacher, don't know how Lu Jing should survive. "

  The voice of Mr. Guanqi came.

  Walking in the wind and rain, Lu Jing chopped off the head of a fairy, and suddenly pointed at the void.

  In an instant, the blood of the immortals on the ground suddenly condensed and turned into a high platform.

   Immediately afterwards, the high platform was divided into three parts, shining brightly.

  Amid bursts of light, the imprint of wind and rain between Lu Jing's eyebrows suddenly flickered.

  The valley of the dead is once again turbulent.

   "Actually, this is considered Lu Jing's chance. Lord Shuiyun doesn't want Lu Jing to have any vitality, and also wants your proud student Zhao Qingping to kill the world's arbitrariness and cultivate his courage. That's why he built all these stormy environments.

  It's a pity that Lu Jing also holds the power to call wind and rain.

   Moreover, Lu Jing is very talented, even he has a rare understanding of the truth of this world. "

   "Plus that Emperor Star Taiwei Yuan!"

  Behind Mr. Guanqi, there are picturesque mountains and rivers, which make this place, which has already created waves of wind and rain, become like a black landscape painting.

  Jun Shuiyun saw the sudden change of the wind and rain, saw the turbulent weather and power, and saw the strong fighting spirit on the face of the free and easy Mr. Chess...

  Below Lu Jing's feet, there were three high platforms spinning continuously, and the blood of those immortals seemed to be a sacrificial object!

  Shui Yunjun bowed his head and thought for a short moment, then muttered to himself.

   "Taiwei... three supernatural powers."

"It is also among the seventy-eight supernatural powers in Taiweiyuan, the only three sacrificial supernatural powers, but I never thought that Lu Jing, the arrogant Tianjiao who inherited Ji Chen'an's sword spirit in the world, and you, Mr. Shulou, who wants to repair the world first, would actually meet Make that choice with confidence.”

  Shui Yunjun's tone was full of surprise.

  He looked around, and vaguely saw the three hundred soldiers riding tigers following Lu Jing's footsteps into the wind and rain.

   Unknowingly, many human practitioners who have never died under the mysterious art of immortals gathered together.

  More than 2,000 practitioners, but after a short meeting with all the newcomers, seven or eight hundred have died.

   There are three or four hundred people fighting the immortals in the last wind and rain.

  The remaining 800 people have already gathered with the 300 soldiers riding tigers.

  Lu Jingtaiwei's three platforms offered sacrifices to supernatural powers, hidden in the splashing wind and rain, the wind blows and the rain falls.

  Valley of the Dead is very different in an instant!

  Shui Yun-jun looked down...

  He saw that the dust and gravel on the ground were just about to move.

  Boom!

   With a loud noise came.

   A burst of chilly ghost energy burst out suddenly, and a turquoise light emerged from the ground, covering the void, like a deep aurora.

  Below these gloomy lights, the ground trembled violently and then cracked.

  From it... arms popped out suddenly.

  The dark mist lingering on these arms can't be seen clearly, but you can feel the ghostly aura that is blowing towards your face.

   "Those who wanted to save the world, but in order to survive, they took the initiative to open the passage from the Hundred Ghosts Mountain to the world.

  People on the ground are really unpredictable. "

  Shui Yunjun narrowed his eyes and watched Mr. Guanqi.

   "Today, Lord Qingdu, you must return to your hometown. This time, the West Tower in the sky fell into the world with great fanfare, just to kill Lu Jing.

   Why don't you guess, Mr. Qingdu, if I can kill Lu Jing after I kill you, the old man. "

  The wind blows again.

   Originally, I wanted to sit in the middle of the Valley of the Dead, and I wanted to watch Mr. Qi die of old age without any effort. Shui Yunjun has grown up.

  He is an immortal in the sky, even if he falls in this world, in this place haunted by ghosts and dead spirits, he can surpass thousands of people in the world.

   "Mr. Qingdu, please go!"

  Shui Yun-jun opened his wide sleeves.

  From the sleeve, thick clouds and mist diffused.

   And the illusory shadow in the west building behind him suddenly became real.

  The high-hanging Tiantianxilou is like an unrivaled treasure, as if it can suppress everything.

  Mr. Guanqi has a reputation for being romantic.

   But thinking about it carefully, in the past ten years, Mr. Guanqi has rarely made a move.

  The eyes of many practitioners fell on Mr. Guanqi.

  Mr. Guanqi is also ready to make a move.

  His eyes were serious, and between nodding his head, an extra talisman appeared between his fingers.

  The talisman paper engraved picturesque landscapes...

   is a towering mountain.

   That was Zhenwu Mountain, the place where he first met Master Shi, and also the place where he first met Mr. Eleven.

  …

   "If there is no passage to the Mountain of Hundred Ghosts, I originally planned to use Taiwei Yuan and the Wanmin Monument on Hezhong Road."

  A black dragon was wrapped around the hilt of Lu Jingshaxilou's sword.

  The dragon belongs to the bell of the heaven and the earth. Even if the divine tower and the real dragon have not achieved the realm of heaven, to a certain extent, they can already be as big or small as they want.

   Right now.

   Ao Jiuyi was wrapped around Lu Jing's sword hilt.

  As Sha Xilou flew out, the surrounding wind and rain seemed to close together, turning into clouds all over the sky, covering the human practitioners here.

  The wind is coming.

  The immortal energy on his body is so strong that he came here with a sunset glow.

   "Without all of you, the blood of the immortals here might not be able to support a three-stage sacrifice.

   If you can escape this catastrophe, Lu Jing will thank you all. "

  Lu Jing's spiritual thoughts unfolded.

  But seeing him waving his sleeves, the precious light flowed instantly.

  Kill the vibration of the West Building, ignite the splendid brilliance, and fly away

  Sha Xilou pierced through the pervasive wind and rain, revealing a gap.

  Shi Daiqing, Nan Heyu, Luo Mingyue, Wei Jingzhe, Li Jingang, Wei Guang Tianwang... and many other powerful people looked through the gap.

  But I saw that it was already pitch black beyond these clouds.

   The whistling ghost energy diffused, and it seemed that there was a deep murderous intent hidden in the darkness, and there were all kinds of vicious ghosts hidden.

  Besides this, they also saw a giant who was hundreds of feet tall striding forward, as if to tear away the cloud that they hid in.

   Everyone hasn't reacted yet.

  Lu Jing stepped forward and walked out through the gap.

  He walked from the light to the darkness, but his back kept moving forward.

  “All help me, and some die because of me.

  I know what is in the hearts of those who come to help me.

  If I survive the catastrophe today, I will repay the favor to the world in the future! "

  ps: There is another chapter in the early morning, to make up for yesterday

   There is another chapter in the early morning, and I recommend another book: "My Strength Increases by 100 Catties Every Day". If you are interested, you can read it.

  (end of this chapter)