Time may be slow, it may be fast, and it may always go forward.

This scene seemed to be frozen, Zhou An was sitting on the city wall, looking into the distance, the spring was full of greenery, the summer was full of trees, the autumn was golden and red, and the winter was covered with snow.

The four seasons of the year rotate repeatedly, and Qi Fugui will bring people to worship under the city wall at this time of the year.

No one knew whether Zhou An was dead or still alive, but it didn't matter. In his current state, being dead was no different from being alive.

Some people think that Zhou An already has the strength of a sword fairy at the last moment, otherwise it would be impossible to kill most of the demons in the imperial city with a few swords.

There are also people who think that Zhou An's swordsmanship talent is the first person since ancient times, and climbing the realm is like drinking water, maybe it is the reincarnation of a fairy in the sky.

Year after year, everything has changed, but this section of the city wall does not seem to have changed at all. It is still the same as that winter, with mottled white snow piled up. There are deep black footprints on the white snow, which never disappear.

The flying sword was still standing in the air, spinning slowly, the sword energy bloomed like a lotus flower, no one could get within ten feet of it, many monks tried but turned into corpses and bones one by one.

One day a hundred years later, a man came with a sword, holding a head in his hand, this man was Wei Lanfeng, put his head on the ground, sighed and said: "Leader, I can take revenge for you, this old **** Too cunning, hiding for nearly a hundred years."

"But he was negligent in the end, and the evil smell on his body couldn't be concealed after all."

While speaking, Zhou An's eyeballs seemed to move, but there was no reaction.

Yueli's death was not an accident. During the chaos, he was attacked and killed by the **** of the West Factory. The body of the eldest prince was found under the gate of the east city, only half of it was left. The body was covered with tooth marks. Being devoured by monsters turned into by mortals, the great **** escaped, only to be killed by Azure Wind a hundred years later.

The Breathing Sword let out a long cry, which seemed to be Zhou An's response. After a hundred years, Zhou An still hadn't completely died, like a bit of green hidden in the dead wood.

When Wei Lanfeng heard Jianming, a smile appeared on his face, he bowed deeply to Zhou An, turned and left.

Time flies like an arrow, and time continues to move forward. Fifty years later, after hundreds of years of living and multiplying, the imperial city has long since returned to its former appearance, and even more prosperous.

When it was time for the annual worship, Qi Fugui brought the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty to worship under the city wall.

Qi Fugui was dressed in imperial clothes, cupped his hands and bowed to Zhou An on the city wall, and said: "I promised you at the beginning that Da Qi will continue because of you, and I will let you enjoy the national fortune of Da Qi for generations. "

He also probably understood that this might be a meaningless thing, Zhou An had already died, and what was left was just broken thoughts and an unwilling sword soul.

Every year at this time, he would think about how dilapidated the world would be if there was no Zhou An.

But even so, he knew that the world would never return to the way it was before. It was already riddled with holes, and demons came together. Every year, there were large and small turmoil, and even demon massacres occurred in some remote areas. The things around the imperial city will be more stable.

Cultivating immortals is no longer the monk's first goal, subjugating demons is the goal. There are too many demons in the world.

It’s just that after the battle a hundred years ago, the vitality of their monks has also been greatly damaged. The four major sects have fallen into a slump, and the San Puritanism has been wiped out overnight by unknown existences. There is no intention of changing the face at all.

During the worship, time seemed to stand still for an instant, and some powerful monks in the imperial city felt a little strange.

Time really stood still, and only a few people noticed it in that moment.

A phantom appeared above the city wall out of thin air, standing in front of Zhou An, as if it had always been there.

Su Changxing stared at Zhou An in front of him with a calm expression, not surprised. Although he couldn't directly intervene, he has been paying attention to the changes in this world since then.

He touched Zhou An's forehead with his finger, and a ball of light appeared on his left hand, and said, "I have a technique called Powanfa,"

A flash of light flashed in Zhou An's dark eyes, only to hear a hoarse voice, "I have the Tao."

Su Changxing understood, surprise flashed across his face, he felt that Zhou An was doing better than he expected, time may repeat the same mistakes, but there will always be progress.

He put away the ball of light, with a smile on his face, and said, "Let's say goodbye, I don't know how long it will be until we meet again."

While talking, he looked up to the sky, "Someone is waiting for me, I have to say, it's really very sinister."

There was a strange look on Qi Fugui's face. Of course he saw the phantom on the top of the city. It was very clear that it was a person. Even though he was now at the fusion stage, he still couldn't detect the existence of the other party, even if the other party was right next to him. In front of his eyes, when he closed his eyes, he couldn't detect any abnormalities.

"Is this a fairy?" He said to himself.

The surrounding area was even more silent, and I don't know where the power is so able to shuttle through the space so easily.

Just when everyone was wondering, the sky unexpectedly gathered dark clouds and thunder calamity out of thin air, and a huge black hand wrapped around Lei Jie and suppressed it.

The mighty power of the sky was unstoppable, as if it was the will of heaven, all the people in the imperial city knelt on the ground involuntarily and lowered their heads, including Qi Fugui.

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Su Changxing was indifferent, his chest was pierced by thunder, his body was grabbed by a big hand, and he was dragged to a height of 100,000 meters. Eyes appeared around him, looking at him from the darkness, examining and judging him.

"Aren't you tired of waiting here for so long like an idiot?" Su Changxing smiled, with a strong sense of sarcasm.

The look of indifference made the other party angry, thunder rolled, and the next moment, Su Changxing's body was crushed to pieces.

but.

This is just a clone of the ghost attribute, even if it dies, it will not have much impact on him, just like a hair falling off the skin.

The thunder calamity quickly dissipated, and the sky once again returned to the clear sky. All the previous scenes seemed to be hallucinations, which never happened.

Only then did the people in the dynasty stand up one after another, showing expressions of surprise or fear. In the Immortal Mansion, even a monk at the fusion stage went crazy during the process.

It was precisely because his cultivation base was high enough that he saw some things that he shouldn't have seen, and he didn't realize the danger.

Qi Fugui's expression was the same, and he looked at the clear sky again, trembling involuntarily, they were like a group of insects living in an earthen jar, being quietly stared at by people outside for fun, but they didn't know it.

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