The blue waves are rippling, the waves are undulating, and a flock of gulls are flying across the sky, making noisy calls.
First stop, East China Sea.
The old man stepped on the water, turned his back to the sunset, looked at the endless sea, took a deep breath, and knelt down on one knee.
With his skinny and blackened right hand, he held the sword hilt upside down, inserted the long sword into the water, and turned it slowly.
The majestic and vast spiritual power, centered on the sword blade, spreads in all directions, like lightning striking into the deep sea and blooming thunder branches.
All the monsters within a few hundred miles, whether they were island-shaped turtles floating on the water, or groups of fish lurking in the deep sea, all trembled and immediately stopped hunting, eating, reproducing, resting and other activities.
, desperate to escape in the opposite direction.
How long.
The memories that had been sealed for many years gradually loosened, and the old man recalled the first time he saw the sea.
It was the summer vacation of the second academic year of the Academy. I followed my teachers, brothers and sisters on an overseas inspection. It was said to be an inspection, but in fact it was no different from traveling and having fun.
During the day, everyone followed the traces of sea animals and recorded their habits. In the evening, they drank, sang, danced, and chatted on the deck of the ship. They were carefree, as if they had left the land and were far away from all worries.
The young man's singing came from afar in a trance, and Lian Xuanxiao blinked and came back to his senses.
He has lived too long. His teachers and elders have passed away long ago, and his friends of the same generation have also left him one by one. Looking back on those high-spirited youthful memories, no one can share them with him.
"That's all."
With a long sigh, he twisted the hilt of the sword heavily.
Thousands of swords shot out quickly, passing through the torrent of sea water, hitting every monster with strength higher than Xunyun Realm.
The explosions continued continuously, and all the sea beasts were not spared, turning into balls of blood and spreading out.
Those fish that were too weak to be affected immediately followed their instincts and pecked at the pieces of meat floating in the current after being briefly stunned.
Dozens of nautical miles away, everyone in the academy who was riding the Tianxuan also sensed this spiritual energy fluctuation that was as dazzling as the blazing sun.
By the time they arrived at full speed, the water had calmed down.
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Zhou State, capital city, imperial palace.
The loud alarm bells rang through the sky, and the palace was in chaos. The palace officials escorted the emperor, empress, and prince to escape from the palace along the secret passage.
The lower-ranking concubines, princes and princesses, were not even qualified to escape through the secret passage, so they had to hold up their skirts and follow the armed and tenacious imperial guards, take the official road and escape into the forest garden behind the palace.
The royal family, which claims to be the emperor, made such a disgraceful, even embarrassing and embarrassing act, not because of disasters such as the demon tide, but because of that person.
The head of Xuegong Mountain, Lian Xuanxiao.
Just now, the senior officials of the Zhou Kingdom received an urgent report from Taihao Mountain, and together with the spies lurking in the Yu Kingdom, they were informed of various situations that occurred in Xingzhou through the close-up insect.
Zhaoming set up an ambush, causing a huge flood, and Lian Xuanxiao entered the Linyuan realm again. His body and mind were about to be annihilated and collapsed, and he would soon die on earth.
What can a Linyuan realm monk who no longer has any worries and can give up life and death do in this short period of time?
No one can answer this question.
"Are everything arranged properly?"
In front of the palace hall, a general wearing armor and holding a saber in his hand asked in a deep voice.
The subordinate replied respectfully, "Everything has been arranged. All the court officials above the fourth rank have been taken away from the imperial city and hid in the surrounding farms. The civilians in the city also followed the curfew rules and stayed behind closed doors."
"Okay."
The general nodded, but when he saw that his subordinates had not left yet, he frowned and said, "Why are you still standing there? Go and run for your life."
"Xiaguan's life was picked up by the general from the battlefield, so naturally he must follow the general."
Before he finished speaking, the general impatiently picked up his subordinate by the collar, threw him high into the air, and threw him out of the city wall. He turned around and looked at the big palace.
In front of the main hall, there are still several figures standing. There are palace enshrinements, Zhou Dynasty clan, and sect leaders, all of whom are Zhuxiao realm monks like the general.
They were guarding a person, a middle-aged man with a sad expression.
He is the leader of the Minyue Sect, the youngest among all Zhuxiao realms in the Zhou Kingdom, and is also unanimously considered to be the monk most likely to break through the Linyuan realm in his lifetime and create a new future for the Zhou Kingdom.
"Coming."
Nearly eighty years old, the old man of the clan suddenly raised his head and looked towards the east with burning eyes.
"Hold up the barrier!"
The palace minister turned around and shouted, and the soldiers who stayed on the tower pushed the gavel as hard as they could and rang the bell.
Dang——Dang——Dang——
The bells sounded melodiously, and a light yellow translucent barrier rose above the palace, like a bowl, covering the palace upside down.
At the beginning of Youchu in Chang'an time, Lian Xuanxiao killed tens of thousands of sea beasts, eliminated land-traveling migration, and returned from the Endless Sea.
At the first quarter of the lunar month in Chang'an time, Lian Xuanxiao crossed the Yu Kingdom and arrived at the border of the Zhou Kingdom.
Chang'an time, a quarter and a half after the first day of the lunar month, Lian Xuanxiao appeared in the sky above the Zhou Palace.
The skinny figure holding a sword hangs high in the sky. He is obviously old and frail, and the light dust is constantly falling from his body, but he is still overlooking the world, with neither sadness nor joy in his eyes.
The general took a deep breath, tightened his grip on his sword, and mustered up the courage to shout: "Lian Xuan."
The words were interrupted because the mountain chief had already slashed his sword towards the palace.
A bright light that could blind one's eyes bloomed in front of the palace. The strong wind flattened the palace walls like haystacks.
A soldier on the tower felt his eyes stinging and his ears buzzing. He was blown away by the storm and fell off the tower, and then lost his memory.
When he slowly woke up and climbed up from the ruins, he saw only the ruins of the palace in a mess, the square in front of the palace with deep cracks, and the Zhuxiao monks who suffered heavy casualties on both sides of the square.
And, the leader of Zuiyue Sect, who was originally guarded, has now turned into a puddle of minced meat.
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"A long, long time ago, there was an earth-shattering war in the south of the ancient grassland. The defeated tribe was massacred. Only two men and two women were left. Under the blessing of the Changshengtian, they fled north and came to a place called Er'er.
They formed two couples and multiplied over time, forming a new tribe on the grassland, which is the ancestor of our Turks.
The land in the south belongs to us. It is the promised land given to us by the Eternal Sky.
Go south, fight, and conquer! Only the Turks who march towards this goal can return to the embrace of immortality after death."
In the northern border, the grassland, the Turkic royal court, the Turkic high priest, wearing a black robe and holding a sheep-head scepter, is sitting on a blanket woven from hemp, telling stories to the dolls with a kind look on his face.
"High Priest! Something bad has happened!"
Several burly men opened the curtain and broke into the tent, looking anxious and frightened.
The high priest listened quietly to their statements without much surprise. He just waved his hand and asked them to take a group of children and leave first.
When the curtain swung down, even Xuan Xiao's figure quietly appeared in the tent.
"It took two of your fingers to shatter the Zhou Dynasty's palace?"
The high priest noticed the mutilation of Lian Xuanxiao's right hand, smiled and raised the sheep-headed scepter, "Maybe I can hold on longer."
"Maybe."
Lian Xuanxiao had no expression on his face. He raised the sword with the thumb, middle finger and ring finger of his right hand, and flicked the sword lightly with the index finger of his left hand, making a crisp sword chant.
At two o'clock in the morning in Chang'an time, an explosion occurred in the north of the Turkic Royal Court, with countless casualties and flames shooting into the sky.
This chapter has been completed!