The Era of the Law of the People: Full-level Talent at the Start

Chapter 123 The catastrophe comes, the layout begins

Shushan.

The highest suspended palace.

After getting the picture scroll, the ancestor Jianmei, who had been in seclusion for five years, suddenly opened his eyes.

A soaring sword intent shook the world.

Sword Mountain.

Countless sword embryos shivered and broke free from their shackles, circling madly on the suspended mountain peak.

quack quack.

Dao Dao Shushan disciples turned into sword beams chasing these sword embryos.

boom!

suddenly.

A purple sword glow appeared between heaven and earth, suppressing the sword cry of countless sword embryos.

Shhhhhh.

A large number of sword embryos returned to Jianshan.

Han Ma was suspended high in the sky, the purple and green sword in her hand trembled.

Dao Dao Shushan disciples landed beside Han Ma Ran.

They all looked at the highest suspended palace.

moment.

The sword intent disappeared.

The abbot of Jianmei, the ancestor of Shushan, has the appearance of abbot, and overlooks the whole picture of Shushan.

“Meet the ancestors!”

“Congratulations to the ancestors!”

Jianmei Faxiang looked at Han Maran with satisfaction in his eyes, “The Ziqing Divine Sword is the sword of my Shushan Zhenzong. You have completely mastered the Ziqing Divine Sword in less than ten years. It seems that this sword will be used in the You will carry it forward in your hands.”

Han Yanran said, “The ancestor praised.

Ancestor Jianmei shook his head, “Unfortunately, Lei Jian has no successor so far, Zi Lei Shuangjian is my real divine sword in Shushan, it can break the sky, suppress the heaven and earth, and suppress ten thousand demons. It has been a long time since all places have been peaceful, and I have a hunch that catastrophe is coming.”

Speaking of which.

His real body scans all Shushan disciples.

The sound boomed throughout the world.

“As soon as disaster strikes, I cannot avoid Shushan, and I will inevitably be involved in it. You must work harder to cultivate swordsmanship and break through yourself in these years. Only on such a day of disaster can you keep Shushan safe!”

The voice fell.

A large number of Shushan disciples said in unison, “Follow the orders of the ancestors, we will swear to protect Shushan to the death!

wow.

The ancestor of Jianmei disappeared.

On the other hand, doubts flashed between the eyebrows of the tens of thousands of Shushan disciples.

They don’t know what the calamity the ancestors are talking about. They must know that Shushan, as the head of the world’s cultivating sects, has extraordinary strength, and also has the Zilei Shuangjian and the world-leading Jianmei ancestor. No one dared to break into the jurisdiction of Shushan at will.

In this case.

What will happen to Shushan?

Han Ma raised her eyebrows, the sword intent emanating from Fang Peng Jianmei’s ancestors was clearly the sword intent of heaven and earth drawn by Zhou Fan. This is definitely not an accident.

“Does it take a long time for the junior to start the layout”?”

She whispered in her heart.

Going beyond the limits of this small world is not Zhou Fan’s goal.

She knew this very well.

Therefore, if it is really Zhou Fan’s layout, she must fully support it.

His eyes looked at the distant Tianshan Mountains.

Han Ma Ran seemed to see Zhou Fan who was soaking in the snow pool with Xi Xiaoguo.

“Zhou Fan, I will wait for you here.

Silent words rang out.

She turned into a sword light and returned to the suspended mountain palace.

almost at the same time.

Kunlun, Emei, Songshan and other ancestors of the world’s cultivating sects have rhymed and instructed the disciples that the disaster is coming, they must strictly guard the mountain gates, and clean up the extensive cultivation within their jurisdiction.

Tianwaishan.

The picturesque figure in white stood on the top of the mountain surrounded by darts and bills, her cold eyes slowly opened, she looked at the sky, meditated and whispered, “The catastrophe once in fifty years will come to dawn again, this time it’s secluded. The old monster Quan, or the magic road giant cholera, or the condensed spirit of heaven and earth

“Student.

“The disciple is here!

A picturesque and holy voice resounded on the top of the mountain.

If Zhou Fan is here.

It is Nangong Xin’er who can definitely recognize Yun, this purple veil figure.

“When catastrophe comes, you go down the mountain and walk around, find out the source, and report it to me.”

fantasy

“Hey.

A scroll of painting and calligraphy is suspended.

Nangong Xin’er grabbed it and spread it out, her face slightly startled.

The voice came again, “It is said that the immortals in the paintings of Shushan Ji are reincarnated, you can go to identify the truth, the immortals in the paintings are the leaders in the paintings, if there is really a reincarnation of the immortals in the paintings, you must bring them to the outer world. Mountain.”

“Yes, the disciple understands.”

southern capital.

The most prosperous place in the world.

The bars and boats are drawn, and the restaurants and shops are famous all over the world.

The Wenhuan Sect of the monastic sect is located here.

Both Yan Bingru and Yu Yun were born in Wenhuan Sect. They became saintess of Wenhuan early on and were favored by the Sect Master.

this day.

Sovereign Summons.

The two entered the underground hall and looked calmly at the lazy woman on the central throne.

“The two of you are the most lustful disciples of my Ask Huan Sect for a hundred years. Now that disaster is coming, the world is about to be in turmoil. This is a crisis. After ten years of searching for the secret method, the people who should be robbed of this disaster are in this prosperous southern capital, you find them, and use the secret method of My Ask Huanzong to capture their hearts…”

“Yes, Sect Master!”

soon.

The two left the sect where they had been for nearly 20 years and entered the bustling street.

Tianshan Snow Pond.

Domineering, the two figures embraced each other.

Zhou Fan looked at Ying Xiaoguo’s pure face and said with a smile, “~Guo’er, if you let those disciples who admire you in the Tianshan Snow Sect know that you are in this situation, I’m afraid you will be greatly disappointed.”

Earning a small fruit, the jade arm floats, swaying through the layers of snow ponds.

She frowned coldly and shyly reported: “Student, you still know that you care about my identity. Over the years, I have been refusing to step into Yunxuechi because of my retreat and cultivation, because I was afraid that the elders would see my breath and refute me. Miscellaneous things, now that catastrophe is imminent, the elders in the door will definitely call me to go, what do you think?”

Zhou Fan shook his head, “Don’t worry, if my expectations are right, the source of the catastrophe will occur in the Snow Sect of Tianshan Mountains. At that time, I am afraid that this place will turn into a hell of the devil’s way, and the entire sect will be doomed.

Chen Xiaoguo exclaimed and stood up.

The graceful body is presented.

She bit the corner of her lips lightly, “I have to inform Yu Zongmen of this news, after all, no matter what I say, it is considered to be born here, and there is some fate.

Zhou Fan smiled, and [Xiao’s goodness] searched Xi Xiaoguo into the snow pool again, “I’m talking about a possibility of the late catastrophe, and I already planned this five years ago. It is still a trace of the dark source of the dark Buddhist organization’s layout in the small world. Originally, I thought this dark source had already been eliminated, but I didn’t expect that hundreds of years had passed.

Instead, it became a disease of moss, reappearing every fifty years.

As he said that, he looked at Lu Xiaobei’s Netherworld, “But this time, I believe there will be an accident. I hope that Old Monster of the Quiet Spring will not disappoint me. Of course, if there is no accident, I will make it happen.”

Wei Xiaoguo was confused.

But since it was Zhou Fan’s layout, she felt at ease.

“Guo’er, we won’t be here for too long. While there are still some days left, let’s enjoy this wonderful time, dragon!”

Lots of water splashes.

At the same time, there was a sigh of relief, “The so-called catastrophe is not necessarily a turmoil in the world, and the people are not living. . . .