The Qianqiu Coffin is an extremely powerful technique in the Winter Immortal Technique, especially after the [Longevity Chapter] is completed.

But Jiang Wang was not satisfied with just following behind Hong Junyan, just like he had set out to study in Chao Wen Dao Tiangong and was never satisfied with his former self.

Those who sit in the Yunding Immortal Palace have their eyes on the sky.

With the Immortal Dao General Chapter [Lingxiao Chapter] as the governing body, and the [Longevity Chapter] and [Ruyi Chapter] as auxiliaries, this [Ruyi·Qianqiu Coffin] was created.

On the basis of the original technique of freezing the Tao and withering lifespan, it also has a strong target against divine will. Therefore, it can further break down the target's resistance and deepen the freezing of Qianqiu Coffin.

Zuo Qiuwu stood quietly in the mountains and rivers, suppressed by the mountains and rivers of the Yan Dynasty. The bamboo slip he held in his left hand became a sword covered with ice and snow. The white chess powder stained on his right hand showed a clear light in the palm of his hand.

point--

Li Yi's sword, from the beginning to the present, from the beginning to the end, has been pointing at him, like a long nail nailing him in time!

Douzhao raised his knife and stood still without saying a word, his figure Xunxun raised in the wind was reflected on the ice.

At this moment, the yellow relic flew down like a roc, stepping on the scenery with her feet, and her yellow robe was covered with snow. She squatted majestically on the ice coffin, spread her fingers and pressed down, advancing time.

In such a huge ice coffin, Zuoqiu Wu stood quietly in the mountains and rivers, showing no resistance.

It wasn't until his life span had waned for 332 years, three months and seven days that he slowly opened his eyes and said again: "I know his pain."

He wanted to say that he could relate to it now.

But Cui Yigeng was only in the realm of the gods. In the closed town where his cultivation was locked, he saw step by step that he would die of old age at the end of his life. He was incompetent and his efforts were useless.

But Cui Yigen is the one who knows nothing about the situation!

But Zuo Qiuwu chose to accept it after careful consideration.

This is not simply a matter of lifespans being offset, the pain felt by the two cannot be equal at all.

The old dean in front of me is not only a great historian, but also a great Confucian who is famous for his study of human nature. It is impossible that he does not understand this. But now he is saying this.

Jiang Wang only felt his stubbornness.

"Brother Cui will be very sad if he hears you say that." Jiang Wang said.

Zuo Qiuwu was quiet for a while and said: "When we walk on the right path, we will always leave behind some people who are also on the right path."

He shook his head slightly, his tone soft but firm: "It doesn't matter, as long as this road is right, we will always meet at the end. The truly right person can write the best ending."

Jiang Wang no longer talked to him about Cui Yigeng, nor argued about what was right. This matter had lost the meaning of discussion.

He just looked at the people on the mountain and river plate quietly: "The idea of ​​governance that Lou Mingbi of your courtyard believes in... do you support it?"

"Do you think I am from the country of equality?" Zuo Qiuwu said with great interest: "What identity have you assigned to me in your heart? Shenggong, Shenxia, ​​or Zhaowang?"

Jiang Wangdao: "It depends on which way you go."

"The three deities of the Ping Dynasty are justice, righteousness and principle. I have searched through the history books, but every word is hard to find." The frost gradually melted away from the bamboo slips in Zuo Qiuwu's hand. The snow was dripping like drops of time. He talked about the Ping Ping Kingdom. There was no trouble when he said: "We are studying history to seek clarity. No matter what our path is, now that I am easily suppressed by you here, am I still qualified to rule the country of equality?"

"You are strong enough to bear it." Jiang Wang said calmly: "This ice coffin can't seal you at all."

Zuoqiu Wuding looked at him, but he did not deny his own strength. He just lamented that these people knew his true strength and were still so determined. A true brave man has nothing to fear. He shook his head: "Although I have history, I do not respect the old ways. Lou Mingbi’s ideas have nothing to do with me.”

Jiang Wang still looked at him: "What the vast majority of people in Pingping Country believe in is the so-called New Heaven. They want to change the world, not through old books."

Zuo Qiuwu said calmly: "Jiang Zhenjun looks down on Ouyang Jie and Jing Guo too much. Zheng Wu has been found out. If I am the person behind Lou Mingbi, how can I escape suspicion?"

"That's right." Jiang Wang was just testing him casually, so he didn't dwell on this issue. He said, "Mr. Zuo, where did my colleague go? I looked through the history of your academy, but he is the only one missing."

Zuo Qiuwu raised his head slightly: "Speaking of which, you have another friend, Mr. Yan of Biancheng... He walked into the book before you and found the way for you. The situation now is not very good... Don't you want to take care of it? ?”

"That guy can't die." Jiang Wang said casually.

"Wouldn't He be sad if you say this?"

"If He knew what it feels like to be sad."

"You know, death is not the most profound torture."

"Mr. Zuo." Jiang Wang's tone was more serious: "Since you have already met him, you should know that the so-called 'torture' is not a threatening word to him."

Zuo Qiuwu breathed a sigh of relief: "Do you know..."The Art of Ritual Collapse and Music Destruction of Saints and Demons"?"

Jiang Wang instantly averted his eyes: "Sir, you know that I am good at refining demons."

Zuo Qiuwu said: "So you also know that there are two meanings for the same magic power, whether it has immortality or not."

Jiang Wang thoughtfully said: "So the Cui Yigeng Yan Jun of Biancheng saw was..."

Zuo Qiuwu said: "Holy Demon."

Jiang Wang seemed to have accidentally dusted off the corner of his clothes, and the rain that passed over the Daydream Bridge fell on the Lake Pavilion of Qinku Academy.

The droplets that slipped from the edge stopped on the back of Zhong Xuanzun's fingers. He glanced briefly, casually wrote a word on the unoccupied chessboard, and then stepped out of the room with his boots.

In the Qianqiu coffin, Jiang Wang muttered: "As far as I know, the Holy Demon Lord was killed more than two thousand years ago. So far, no new Holy Demon Lord has been born."

"The Holy Demon and the Holy Demon King are not the same thing. Now that is the self-revelation of the Holy Demon Kung Fu - you should have seen the Blood Demon, the dying and evil-looking one... The Holy Demon is similar to him. His power is influenced by the devil. Due to the constraints of the completeness of the Gong Scroll, it is not particularly powerful without the control of the Demon Lord." Zuo Qiuwu said, and added: "But it is enough to deal with the current Yan Lord of Biancheng."

Jiang Wangqing's green shirt was still, and the shadow of the death bird shuttled between his fingers: "I am getting more and more confused. What exactly do you want, sir?"

Zuo Qiuwu opened his mouth, as if he had a lot to say, but in the end he remained silent.

On the bamboo slip where the ice and snow had melted, the writing was sharp and the writing was clear. The inscription read——

"Peaches and plums are silent."

This seems to be the ambition.

Hua Hua Hua.

The sound of turning books, which was swept away by Dou Zhao's knife, sounded again.

Behind Zuo Qiuwu's head, a paper book actually appeared. The pages were yellowed and dusty.

What has to be overcome this time is not just the wilting of one finger.

Centered on the place where it was founded, the ripples that called the sky and the earth were born.

All the rules between heaven and earth have been written down into words - wind, rain, thunder, lightning, clouds, fog, frost, snow.

These words flowed very fast, and they all passed by him, just like the passage of time.

He wants to climb over the "forbidden mountains and rivers", and also climb over the "coffin of thousands of years". He wants to jump out of this sea of ​​subconsciousness, and he also has to climb over this daydream.

The most ancient Confucian art, its name is... [Spring and Autumn]!

This technique is known as the "Nine Sages and Jue Xiang". It is said to be a great Confucian technique jointly created by nine Confucian sages in the era of saints. It is also said that "it will not be passed down unless it is a historian, and it will not be noted unless it is a master."

Only great Confucians with profound knowledge of Confucian classics and sufficient cultivation can benefit from this technique.

After revisions in the past dynasties, the power of this technique has become unpredictable. It was once praised by Yang Taizu Ji Yanqiu as "the most powerful technique".

[Liuyao Mountains and Rivers Great Swallow Forbidden] At this moment, it is a scene in the basin, and Zuoqiu Wu is the person in the scene.

As Spring and Autumn change, this scene is about to be overturned, and the blue cauldron that has dominated the whole life is also about to be lifted——

Snap!

A big hand was pressed on the green tripod. The veins on the back of the hand were like mountains. He was holding down the mountains and rivers with one hand! He saw the sun, moon and sky seal appear in the heaven. His eyes suddenly turned into the golden sun and snowy moon. Jiang Wang saw this as the most impartial and ruthless sky.

Keep your eyes open and read the Spring and Autumn Period.

The phantom bird in his fingers was released at this moment, screaming happily.

The extremely frosty Qianqiu Ice Coffin is the free sky for the dead bird.

The power of the Withering Shou Freeze Road spreads wantonly.

The wind, rain, thunder and lightning are dead, and so are the clouds, fog, frost and snow.

People in the past will also die, people in the present will also die, and people who record history will also die!

Zuoqiu Wushuang touches the tip of my eyebrows.

He finally realized that Jiang Wangyuan was more powerful than he knew or imagined. Every battle these talented people stepped on the tide of the times was just a shadow of the past, and they could not catch up with himself at the moment.

There was a time when he had such a time, but that was a story long ago.

This sentence suddenly came to mind - "You think you are the one who wrote the book, but in fact you are also the book that has been read."

The person who said this is Shi Baizhou.

The person listening to this sentence... is [Mr. Zi].

"call--"

Zuo Qiuwu took a long breath, and his breath turned into frost.

He finally called for more power, never thinking that he could not hold back in front of such a young junior.

From Li Yi's sword, to Dou Zhao's knife, to Jiang Wang's Qianqiu coffin, everything happened so fast that he, who was used to seeing history, felt overwhelmed. The storm of time is actually the most powerful in the contemporary era!

Whatever... we have come this far.

Zuo Qiuwu shook the frost off his eyebrows, which made his serious facial features look comical for a moment.

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Wow – it’s not just Zuoqiu Wu’s life that is being turned over, but also the history of this diligent academy.
To be continued...