In an instant, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

The originally quiet and peaceful atmosphere dissipated, and instead, the Immortal Spirit Hall was surrounded by layers of immortal emperors guarding it.

In the huge square directly in front, there are forces from all sides sitting on all sides. If it were not for the solemn and solemn atmosphere, it would only make people feel that there is a grand banquet here.

As for the central seat, a woman in white clothes was leaning on the soft seat with a lazy expression, her delicate white wrist slightly supporting her forehead. Her whole body had a noble and calm temperament, which was extraordinary cold.

Such a posture can only be seen by the master of the Immortal Spirit Hall, Zhong Liwu.

Several people landed, and their expressions suddenly darkened.

Can the inheritance divine formation of the Formation and Talisman Pavilion completely suppress the cultivation of monks? No wonder the mainland monks gathered together, but no one dared to shout with them.

"Three, please sit down."

The three of them sat down, and Shu Liuli returned to Zhong Liwu's side, but Zhong Liwu took his time and half-squinted his eyes as if waiting for something.

After a long time, someone finally couldn't help but say:

"What exactly is the palace master going to do?"

Zhong Liwu slowly opened his eyes, looked around, his eyes were dull, and then he chuckled:

"No hurries."

As he spoke, he clapped his hands and saw a water mirror condensed in the sky.

"Of course, I invite you to watch the show."

Everyone did not dare to make any move and looked at the high-altitude water mirror.

In the water mirror, there was a tense battle, and there were even familiar faces appearing.

Su Chanyi frowned, and she also saw three familiar faces, the last Spirit King of the Spirit Clan and the two worshipers and sacrifices.

In addition, Zhong Liwu and her contracted beast, the Variety Silkworm, actually appeared.

Therefore, Zhong Liwu is an extremely old ancestor. How come no one has ever mentioned it.

In the mirror, Zhong Liwu is not the master of the palace, but the saint of the Immortal Spirit Palace, the appointed next master of the palace.

The scene ranges from the spirit clan crisscrossing the world, dissatisfied with desires and wanting to dominate the fairy world, to the monks joining forces to massacre the spirit clan.

The human monks suffered heavy losses. If it had not been for the emergence of several peerless geniuses, the human race would have become slaves of the spirit race in this battle.

Among the many geniuses, Zhong Liwu is especially the best. A young girl used her harp to fend off an army of spirit warriors. She also had a contracted beast, the Silkworm, who was promoted to the Demon King, commanding the demon beasts in the world to fight and save the war.

The white and plump snow silkworm is invincible on the battlefield and its body is dyed red.

In this battle, the human race won. Zhong Liwu made the greatest contribution among the younger generation. He should have been awarded the title, but he didn't want to. Because of his excessive strength, the monks were afraid of him. Some people were worried that the Immortal Spirit Hall would become a dominant force like the spirit race.

As soon as the matter with the Spirit Clan was settled, someone forced the palace to ask Zhong Liwu to hand over the Variety Silkworm.

After this battle, how could the Immortal Spirit Palace resist so many monks who joined forces to attack it? No matter how Zhong Liwu explained, it was useless. In the end, Zhong Liwu asked to leave the Immortal Spirit Palace and took the Variety Silkworm to live in seclusion in the Warcraft Mountains.

Yuan Dao was stable, and Zhongli Wu was happy and free, but there were forces who coveted the versatile silkworm, and there was even a saying that the one who had the versatile silkworm would conquer the world.

The Variety Silkworm is born with a kind heart, and someone took advantage of this fact to lure the Variety Silkworm into swallowing the Sleeping Snow Lotus. Fortunately, with the inheritance of the Demon King's strength, the Variety Silkworm would not fall into a deep sleep, but due to the effect of the Snow Lotus, it could not summon the beasts.

The monks besieged Zhongliwu. Zhongliwu was extremely talented and could play the Yuqin superbly and with peerless power. However, there were too many monks who could not bear to besiege her, so they fled to Wenhe River with the Variety Silkworms in order to seek immortality. Lingdian helps.

Unexpectedly, the Immortal Spirit Palace at that time sacrificed such a talented disciple in order to protect itself.

In the picture, Zhong Liwu is laughing and looking around. His eyes are no longer as gentle as before. They are so plain that it is shocking, and there is only one sentence that seems to be sarcastic and sighing:

‘The prosperity of the Spirit Race is not without reason. ’

That day, the water of the Wen River was scarlet, and the blood between Zhongli Wu's fingers dyed the strings of Feiyu's harp red.

In the end, he was defeated. In the end, with the sword that gathered the power of all the emperors, the Variety Silkworm tried his best to block Zhong Liwu and died before he could stop.

Zhong Liwu stopped, turned around with a blood silkworm less than the size of a hand, and jumped into the Wen River.

At the end of the picture, Zhong Liwu's bloody shirt was stained red, and there was a blood hole the size of a fist on his chest.

That sword not only penetrated the body of the Variety Silkworm, but also passed through the body of Zhong Liwu.

On the day when the water of Wenhe River returned to clearness again, Zhongliwu walked into the Fairy Spirit Hall with the body of the ever-changing silkworm.

……

The water mirror image disappeared, and the monks frowned. They did not expect such a thing to happen in history.

Moreover, the Variety Silkworm... is dead?

But I saw Zhong Liwu on the stage playing with the cup in his hand, raising his cup to the monks below and taking a sip.

"Is this show good to watch?"

No one said anything, and some old men looked away.

"It doesn't look good."

Zhong Liwu glanced at the leader sitting at Zhentian. He saw Zhentian turning his hand, and a prototype of the formation appeared in his palm. As Zhentian formed a seal in his hand, he suddenly saw the color of the world change, and countless golden lights surged up from the sky.

And in mid-air, a crystal coffin appeared. The coffin was covered with runes and engraved with formations.

Inside, you can faintly see a white silkworm with blue lines all over its body.

The Variety Silkworm is dead and the demon clan has not given birth to a new demon king. Is it because of the coffin?

"The Seven-Star Rebirth Formation! Do you want to sacrifice a mainland monk to resurrect a bug?!" Someone below was angry.

Zhong Liwu chuckled: "Don't say it so harshly, the person you killed was the benefactor of the human race. If this benefactor is dead, how can the culprit be alive?"

"Zhong Liwu! If you are the master of the first palace in the world, what qualifications do you have to lead the Immortal Spirit Palace!"

"Qualifications? You have never stood on my high ground. How can you understand the scenery in my eyes? How dare you judge my achievements. I don't care about this position. I give it to you. Do you dare to ask for it?"

Zhong Liwu stood up, flew up and sat in front of the coffin out of thin air. With a wave of his hand, he saw the Feiyu Qin appearing in his hand.

And Shu Liuli also merged into the piano, and suddenly the entire piano body exuded a power that was almost beyond the level of a ninth-grade immortal weapon.

Zheng——

As the piano played, the runes on the coffin shattered.

In the water mirror, a barrier enveloped the seven realms.

Su Chanyi suddenly felt something was wrong. Zhong Liwu's goal was not the Seven Domains at all.

Reversal of formation! ? The world outside the Seven Realms is the real goal.

The Seven-Star Rebirth Formation was activated. In addition to the seven domains, spiritual energy was suddenly seen all over the continent. A steady stream of vitality and spiritual energy was gathered in one place by the formation, and finally rushed towards the coffin.

The color of the sky and the earth changed, dark clouds rolled in, and there was a miserable howl in the dullness.

As shown in the water mirror, no one can resist in the divine formation. They can only watch the aura around them being continuously absorbed by the divine formation. The monks with low cultivation level are even turned into fly ash in an instant. Among them are the powerful relatives of the monks present.

Everything happens in an instant.

In the Immortal Spirit Hall, the monks wanted to get up and stop them, but they were unable to use any spiritual energy under the power of the divine formation.

"Zhong Liwu! How dare you!"

A male voice came from the side. It was Chu Jingyu who walked out from behind. He looked at everyone and said calmly: "Don't worry, you will be here soon."

But at this moment, golden light arose in the Immortal Spirit Palace, and huge power spread out from the center.

The increasingly tyrannical power swept through the Immortal Spirit Palace, and only the sound of shattering could be heard, and the golden light directly broke through the divine formations arranged around the Immortal Spirit Palace.

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