A long river lies ahead, and a stone bridge lies across the long river. On the stone tablet at the bridgehead, there was a black-clothed Nether Knife.

The two were far apart, and Chen Weiming glanced at it with his eyes to break the delusion and truth. At this moment, he believed that the Ming Dao had not discovered him yet, and he also believed that he had the ability to bypass the other party and go to the Pangu Temple. He just had an indescribable thought, which prompted him to slowly walk towards the stone bridge.

This is the only person in the world who can barely be called a friend. Even if he says goodbye, he still needs to meet him.

If you really want to die, dying at his hands might be more valuable, just treat him as a way to walk on Qingyun Road.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

The sound of the stone slab is crisp and pleasant, but because of the atmosphere at this moment, it makes a little heavy.

Ming Dao Xunsheng looked expressionless, but there was a little inexplicable meaning in his eyes. He rose up, jumped off the stone tablet, and walked along the stone bridge towards Chen Weiming's direction.

Only three meters apart, the two stopped and looked at each other. After a long time, Mingdao raised his lips slightly and said softly: "This time, you have the courage... I know you are unwilling to be a killer, but isn't it better to act again in a few years?"

"There is no time!" Chen Weiming said: "I am different from you. You are a person who can be cultivated, and I am just a tool, a tool for getting what Li Qinglian left behind. Anyone who learns the song of Qinglian's sword is the one who must kill the evil spirit Taoist king."

This is not a speculation, but what Li Qinglian said. The Evil Spirit Taoist Lord is not a creature in this world. He has a big secret, especially the saying "If he knows your identity, he will definitely kill you at all costs." Chen Weiming cannot completely infer the meaning of the words at this moment, but there is no doubt that the Evil Spirit Taoist Lord will not let himself survive.

"It seems that there are many things I don't know. You are... always make people feel mysterious!" Ming Dao chuckled: "Your head is very valuable now!"

Chen Weiming looked calm: "If you want to take it, just do it. If I really want to die, this head is also a gift for you."

"Haha!" Ming Dao laughed: "The position of the hall master is very attractive, but I think I can get it on my own, so there is no need to do this. As for the position of the successor of the robe and bowl... I am not the same Taoist pattern as him, so it is probably not very meaningful to be his disciple."

Chen Weiming didn't say anything. He knew that Ming Dao would not do anything, and there was no reason because of intuition.

Ming Dao continued: "Wilderness and Piaoying thought you would wander around the border between the Demon Sect and the Empire. Because that kind of three-no matter zone is the safest, I went there. But I know that you will definitely come to Pangu Temple, because you told me that if there is any danger, go to Pangu Temple."

That day, Chen Weiming surrounded Tianzi Mountain. He felt that things were a little strange, so he chose the way out early and told Ming Dao that if the situation was wrong, he could go to Pangu Temple first.

"There is one thing I have never told you. Do you know? Although your facial features are different, when you were hanging in the air that day, you had a very strange temperament, which was somewhat similar to that Pangu statue."

"What happened in the past. I have never told anyone that it is your secret. But I also feel that the Pangu Temple seems to have a different relationship with you..."

As Ming Dao spoke, he walked towards Chen Weiming, step by step, not very fast, but the three meters distance was too close. In an instant, he had already passed by.

At the moment of interlacing, I heard him sigh softly.

"Walker, you will not be able to fight side by side in the future. If one day I will take over the task of killing you..."

"Life and death are fate!"

Both of them are wolves, lonely wolves, and they are unwilling to trust others. They are unwilling to join forces with others, except for the other party. They have never said that they have deep brotherhood and have never vowed anything. However, when they join forces, they will have an inexplicable trust in the other party. But in just one sentence, they can trust each other in life and death.

That kind of relationship is very strange, strange, and intriguing. But after today, everyone will go to their own sides.

The sound of stone slabs was thundering, and the figure in black walked towards the distance, and the figure in blue walked towards the other far end... without looking back.

As he walked forward, Chen Weiming felt a blank in his mind and involuntarily thought of the figures that appeared and disappeared into the light curtain.

Who are those people, what are they doing, what is their relationship with themselves, why does Li Qinglian say that countless sacrifices are all for waiting for herself. What can she do for them?

He didn't know or understand, and for no reason, he felt that the world was vast, without four poles, without ups and downs, without fronts and backs, and his future was vague, and he didn't know where to go.

Mission…responsibility…hope…faith…

It seemed as if countless things fell from the sky, pressed on their shoulders, pressed on their bodies, making people breathless.

"It's the killer of Yanyun Pavilion!"

Suddenly someone exclaimed, and ten figures rushed towards him again.

It was not until a sword light passed by that Chen Weiming seemed to wake up from his dream. The wind wing slammed and reversed and retreated. Because of the influence of the Nether Sword, he ran all the way. He never remembered to use the method of flying and did not hide his traces. He was discovered by the people of the empire.

"Hurry, go and call someone over. This guy is not simple, go and inform the defenders!"

The leader also saw the opportunity. After a meeting, he felt that Chen Weiming was different from ordinary cultivators in the Killing Dan stage. He knew that it was extremely difficult for him to defeat the other party by relying on his own, so he immediately chose to find reinforcements.

Unfortunately, he still underestimated Chen Weiming's thoughts at this moment.

He was going to live, to go to the Pangu Temple, and he was going to see what the ancient god named Fuxi left for him. The urgency was like a knife that kept cutting on his heart, which was extremely painful.

Without any hesitation at all, Chen Weiming directly condensed the Qinglian sword song. This sword technique belonging to Li Qinglian cannot improve its power, but it also has a great benefit as the realm improves. It is no longer a sword technique that can only be unconscious after one time.

The sword light was cold, the breeze swept across, and a green lotus bloomed on the earth, exuding a breath of determination and death.

Anyone who stands in front will die, and no one can stop himself.

At this moment, Chen Weiming didn't even know what his mind had become. It seemed that everything began to take action instinct.

The sword light scattered and the sword light fell, and more than a dozen monks didn't even have time to escape, so they all died.

After a while of breathing, Chen Weiming pulled out the wings of the wind and soared into the air. The direction was right, the Pangu Temple was already visible at the end of the horizon.

The wind wings slammed and was about to go.
Chapter completed!