Chapter 2146: Promise in the Snowy Mountains (End of this volume)
Time flies, time flies.
In the blink of an eye, three years have passed since the "Nine Saints Slay Demons".
After that catastrophe, the once glorious Seven Mountains and Twelve Cities no longer exist.
Now there are only four mountains and six cities left, namely:
Yuzhu Mountain, Ten Thousand Beast Mountain, Tianmo Mountain, Shenxiao Mountain, as well as Wushuang City, Xuanyuan City, Kunwu City, White Jade City, Yongye City, and Wanggui City.
In the past three years, Antarctic Fairy Continent has begun to recuperate, and various sects have worked hard to manage it. Although it is still desolate in a short period of time, at least there is hope...
The northernmost tip of the Antarctic continent.
Piaomiao Mountain, which once served as the foundation for the construction of Tiangong City, is now in ruins.
Because the Ziwei Spirit Dragon was killed, the luck of this place dissipated, the spiritual energy dried up, and it became almost a barren land.
The million-mile-long mountain range has cold winter all year round!
Looking from a distance, the mountains are covered with snow, like a winding silver dragon; the cold wind blows, and the snowflakes are flying like clouds and gauze falling to the world...
There is an isolated peak among them, standing proudly in the heavy snow, like a sharp sword thrust into the clouds.
There are forests of pines and cypresses on the mountain, and the branches are covered with crystal snow cones, just like jade branches and qionghua, showing bright crystal light under the warm sun.
In the forest, there were two people walking on the snow. They were an old man and a young man. The old man had a pale face, and the man had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes.
Both of them were wearing white clothes, blending seamlessly with the snowy scene.
The old man took out a wine gourd and shook it gently in his hand. Hot steam came out of the gourd, and it actually condensed in the ice and snow.
Just listen to his chant: "The cranes are dancing and the branches are moving, the cold light is condensing the soul; the geese are passing by and their singing is interrupted, where are they returning to their nests?"
After saying that, he raised his head and took a swig of strong wine, narrowing his eyes slightly, looking like he was enjoying himself very much.
“What a wine!”
The old man praised, threw the wine gourd to the man beside him, and said with a smile: "Would you like a sip too?"
"How disrespectful!"
The young man smiled slightly, reached out to take the wine gourd, and took a sip as well.
He looked into the distance, but saw the goose feathers and heavy snow, and he couldn't help but chant: "The snow covers the ground for thousands of miles, and the clouds cover thousands of miles away; my heart follows the distant mountains, and I dream about Taixu!"
"Haha, you are so high-spirited!"
The old man seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "That's right. You are now the Lord of Wushuang City. You are very different from the silly boy in the Thousand Machine Demon Tower back then. You should be a little arrogant."
The young man smiled and said, "If it hadn't been for the "Lightless Sutra" presented by my senior, I'm afraid I wouldn't be where I am now."
The old man shook his head: "It's all in the past. There is only a transaction between you and me. No one owes anyone."
After hearing this, the young man showed a look of loneliness in his eyes.
"Yeah, it's all in the past..."
"Three years later, the war between the North and the South seems like a world away, but some people will never come back..."
The old man saw the sadness in his heart and couldn't help but sigh, but said nothing more.
The two of them were drinking and walking in the snow.
In just a moment, they reached the top of the mountain.
Looking around, there is a tombstone standing on the edge of the cliff. There is a chessboard in front of the tombstone. Snowflakes as big as goose feathers fall down and pile up thick snow.
There were already six figures standing near the tombstone.
If there were monks from the Antarctic Immortal Continent here, they would be so surprised that they would not even be able to speak.
Because none of these six people are powerful saints!
Saints from various mountains and cities, it is usually difficult to see any of them, but today they gathered on such an unknown peak.
Several saints faced the tombstone and remained silent.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Xiao Kunlun looked back and said with a smile: "Why did Fellow Daoist Qi and Xiaoyou Liang come here? The snow here is almost three feet thick."
"Haha, Liang Yan and I met by chance on the road and chatted for a few words. It shouldn't be too late, right?" Qi Sichen said with a smile.
"It's almost time, just wait for Gui Wuya and Lu Wuhuan."
As soon as he finished speaking, two figures slowly emerged from the heavy snow on the other side of the mountain.
These two people were Gui Wuya, the lord of Wanggui City, and Lu Wuhuan, the lord of Shenxiao Mountain.
"Are you talking about us?"
Gui Wuya was still far away, and the voice had already come over: "Which bastard set up the barrier? Are we injured? Can't we put some water in it?"
Beside him, Lu Wuhuan coughed violently a few times and said in a helpless tone: "This barrier is indeed powerful. With the combined strength of the two of us, it took us half a day to cross it. If it were any later, we might miss it.
It’s time.”
After hearing the complaints of the two people, everyone present looked at Li Yuxian.
Li Yuxian, however, remained calm and said calmly: "Yes, I set up the barrier. This is the tomb of Taoist Brother Linghu. In order to prevent Xiaoxiao's disciples from entering this place, I will definitely not let go of this barrier."
"Okay, Li Yuxian, I'm sorry to you!"
Gui Wuya shook his head helplessly.
In the battle of Tiangong City, in order to snatch the Vajra Buddha bones, he used the forbidden technique "Shenxu Tianluo".
Although he successfully helped Nu Seng and Feng Wu gain opportunities, he suffered backlash from the spell and fell into the holy realm.
The same goes for Lu Wuhuan.
His magic power was slightly inferior to Han Qianshan's, but in order to crack the Tianhe Domain, he chose to actively absorb Han Qianshan's true water, and at the same time used the "Reverse Thunder Eight Extremes", almost at the cost of his own life, and fought Han Qianshan in a lose-lose battle.
After the Civil War, Han Qianshan could not escape death, but Lu Wuhuan also fell into the holy realm because of this.
In other words, the current Gui Wuya and Lu Wuhuan are no longer saints.
Even if the two of them work together, it will take half a day to break Li Yuxian's barrier...
At this moment, Xuanyuan Potian, who had been silent before, suddenly said in a deep voice: "The time has come, please present flowers."
As soon as these words came out, the top of the mountain immediately became solemn.
The ten people present, all dressed in white and with heavy faces, came to the front of the tombstone.
Everyone puts down a bouquet of white flowers.
This flower is called "Cang Ling Iris" and it blooms once every hundred years deep in the snow-capped mountains. Its meaning is: "Eternal green and eternal spirit."
"City Lord, today is your death anniversary."
"The Burying Emperor is dead, and humanity can survive...Have you seen all this?"
Liang Yan sighed softly in his heart.
Heavy snow falls.
There was silence at the top of Wuming Peak. The nine saints were silent. No one spoke for a long time...
It wasn't until the heavy snow almost covered the tombstone that Li Yuxian reached out his hand and flicked it gently.
But the white light flashed, forming a soft barrier.
The snowflakes above the tombstone no longer fell, and all the snow underneath melted, revealing the tombstone itself and a square chessboard.
"Brother Linghu, who has calculated everything in the world and entered the game with his own body, has the future of Antarctic Fairy Continent."
Li Yuxian paused and said in a deep voice: "We need to take this as a warning and not to poison the common people with war, otherwise everyone will be angry!"
"What fellow Taoist said is absolutely true."
Xiao Kunlun nodded, looked around, and said loudly: "Today, ten of us are gathered here, why don't we discuss major world affairs together?"
"How to discuss the law?" Xuanyuan Potian asked with raised eyebrows.
"From today on, no faction can be arrogant and arrogant. We swear to make an agreement with the four mountains and six cities. If anyone imitates the Queen Mother of the West and buries the Emperor of Heaven, trying to provoke war and poison the common people, the other nine factions will attack together!"
Xiao Kunlun's voice was neither urgent nor slow, and every word he spoke was steady and powerful, as unwavering as a towering mountain.
After hearing this, the other nine people looked at each other and nodded silently.
"We all agree with what Brother Xiao suggested."
"Then high-five me!"
"good."
No one objected after hearing this.
Right in front of this tombstone, in this vast wind and snow, the Nine Saints and one ordinary person clapped their hands and swore an oath!
A gentle breeze blew away the white snow in front of the tombstone.
On the tombstone, a line of small words stood quietly in the wind and snow...
Exactly:
"The changing winds and clouds enter the chess game, and everything is determined. If there are no proud pines and cypresses in the world, who in the world is worthy of the green shirt?"
