On a city with mottled sword marks and no grass growing, Lin Zhao, Huang Tingyu, and Zhi Zhi came to stand outside a severely weathered battlement. In the distance, Lin Wanhua, Han Fang, Qin Yu, Ye Lin, and Liu Xilong
Wait for the local monks from the Fusu Great Wall to all appear.
After Lin Zhao received the title of Heaven and Earth, he has become the true commander-in-chief of the human race. He must have something to say wherever he goes. Now that he has come to the Fusu Great Wall, he must have made arrangements for the Fusu Great Wall.
"Would you like to go to the living room?"
Lin Wanhua was dressed in white, with a smile on her pretty face: "Although, the living room is also quite deserted."
"No need, just on the city wall."
Lin Zhao whirled around and sat on the Fusu Great Wall, looking far in the direction of the monster clan in the north.
Lin Wanhua took Han Fang, Qin Yu and others also sat on the top of the city, while Huang Tingyu sat down and unscrewed the wine gourd hanging from his waist, taking a big sip.
Although Su Great Wall is farther south than the Snowy Tianchi, it seems to be even colder than the Snowy Tianchi, so the Thirteenth Level Sword Immortal had to take a sip of wine to keep out the cold.
So, Lin Zhao also took out jugs of apricot flower wine from the package, one for each person, and said: "Just drink some wine on the top of the city, and we can finish talking about it soon."
"Um."
Lin Wanhua said: "What arrangements are you going to make for the Fusu Great Wall?"
"Of course it is a very important arrangement."
Lin Zhao looked at the north and said with a smile: "After the Snowy Tianchi is breached, the next target of the demon clan should be the Xijian River, but there is only Gugu in the Xijian River, and at most there is a thirteenth-level dragon.
Xiao Ke, according to my guess, the demon tribe won’t spend too much energy on Xi Jianjiang.”
He turned to look at Fusu Great Wall and said: "So, the most likely possibility for the demon clan is to concentrate their peak strength to attack Fusu Great Wall. After all, you are equivalent to a fourteenth-level sword cultivator at Fusu Great Wall. They won't pay a huge price."
It is impossible to break through the Fusu Great Wall."
"Um."
Lin Wanhua nodded lightly, pursed her red lips, and said, "Lin Zhao, how do you plan to arrange the Fusu Great Wall?"
"Hold on and consume."
Lin Zhao frowned and said: "According to my opinion, a summons should be issued soon. All the human monks north of Shanhaiguan and Yangpingguan who are capable of fighting will rush to the Fusu Great Wall to block it with the strength of the Fusu Great Wall.
The demon clan and the demon clan are marching south. Kill as many as you can. If you can't hold on, just leave. There is no need to fight to the death."
"knew."
Lin Wanhua's eyes were dark and she said softly: "I will help you kill as many demons as possible, and I will help you survive as much as possible."
"Yes, this is the only way we can arrange it."
Lin Zhao took out a golden token from the Great Shang Dynasty from his arms and hesitated whether to give it to Lin Wanhua. It seemed like it was superfluous, and he hesitated for a while.
But at this moment, a golden ripple suddenly appeared in the air, and then the sky above the Fusu Great Wall was filled with the strong aura of the holy way. The next moment, the spiritual body of a beautiful woman descended from the sky, dressed in white, with bright eyes and white teeth.
, shrouded in a heavy sword intent, it was the second senior sister Lin Zhao, Mingyuechi.
"Senior sister?!"
Lin Zhaoteng stood up suddenly, not expecting that Mingyue Pond would actually separate a spiritual lower realm.
"Um."
Mingyuechi smiled slightly, holding a fairy sword with a white jade scabbard in his hand, and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhao, I am here to discuss your plan. The details of the Fusu Great Wall must be changed."
Lin Wanhua, Huang Tingyu, Zhi Zhi, Han Fang and others all stood up and saluted, each of them with extremely respectful expressions. The other party was the Fourteenth Realm female immortal enshrined in the Mingyue Temple in the Snowy Tianchi. She was the core figure in the Eternal Secret Realm.
The status is too transcendent.
"How to say?"
Lin Zhao was surprised: "Is there anything wrong with my arrangements for the Fusu Great Wall?"
"No."
Mingyuechi shook his head and said softly: "It's because there are too many changes in the upper world."
She waved her hand, and the sword intent in front of her suddenly flowed, converging into a scene of the upper realm. It was the scene outside the Conferring God Stage. Countless inner demons were densely attacking the upper realm, including many undefeated inner demons and those who were afraid of inner demons.
The spiritual energy in the figure and the entire upper world is boiling. Once it cannot be suppressed, there is a possibility of overturning.
For a moment, Lin Zhao, Lin Wanhua, Zhi Zhi and others were stunned.
"Wuwu Mountain fell, forming a situation where the Holy Mountain fell."
Mingyuechi said softly: "The sages of the four great ancestral courts can see through, how can our master not be able to see through, but... there is an army of inner demons attacking the upper world outside, and there is a group of sages from the sea of heavens inside to help Wuwu.
With the support of the mountain, many gates in the upper realm are already at their wits end and cannot stop the turmoil in Wuwu Mountain."
She looked at Lin Zhao and said softly: "Xiao Zhao, in the battle in the lower realm, our upper realm will not be able to send any monks to help. To put it more ugly, the catastrophe in the lower realm is taking away part of the pressure from the upper realm.
That’s all, but once all the human saints in the upper realm fall, the lower realm will also be in danger, you should understand this."
"I got it."
Lin Zhao said in a deep voice: "Senior sister, tell me directly that the upper realm has made arrangements for the Fusu Great Wall."
"good."
Mingyuechi looked at Lin Wanhua, with admiration in her beautiful eyes, and said: "Lin Wanhua's peak of the Thirteenth Realm is truly peerless. She is already so powerful in the human world. She will definitely be able to show off her talents in the upper world, and even
It is possible to hone a genuine Fourteenth Realm sword cultivator during the war."
"understood."
Lin Zhao frowned and said, "You want Miss Lin to ascend to the upper world before the sacred mountain falls, right?"
"Yes."
Mingyuechi said: "I know that at this moment, the upper realm really shouldn't ask for people from the lower realm, but the combat power of the upper realm is stretched thin. On the Conferred God Stage, your senior brother and I were outnumbered and were injured repeatedly. Someone must be there.
I’m here to keep up a bit of facade.”
“What about the Fusu Great Wall?”
Lin Zhao took a deep breath and said: "Once Miss Lin ascends, Fusu Great Wall will lose its backbone and its greatest barrier. In my opinion, once Miss Lin leaves, Fusu Great Wall will no longer have to defend it."
It’s on.”
"this……"
For a moment, Han Fang, the old swordsman next to Lin Wanhua, frowned, as if he had an objection. After all, he was an old man from the Fusu Great Wall, and his affection for this city was not ordinary. If he really wanted them to abandon the Fusu Great Wall,
It must be difficult to let go.
"you're right."
Mingyuechi glanced at Han Fang, and finally his eyes fell on Lin Zhao, saying: "Junior brother, there is no need to defend the Fusu Great Wall. The catastrophe in the upper world is too great. Your senior brother must get back what he left in the human world.
This is an immortal sword. Once the Great Wall of Fusu is back in the hands of senior brother, his combat power will be even stronger by three points, which is also a good thing for the upper world."
"knew."
Lin Zhao nodded: "Just listen to senior sister. Before the fall of the sacred mountain, Miss Lin ascends, and I will rearrange the rest of the Fusu Great Wall."
"Um."
Mingyuechi raised his head and glanced at the sky, seeming to see something that Lin Zhao and others could not see, and immediately said: "The offensive of those inner demons has intensified again, senior sister is leaving now."
"good."
Lin Zhao clasped his fists: "Best farewell to Senior Sister!"
"Senior sister is waiting for you in the upper world."
Mingyuechi jumped lightly, and his body flew into the air like a banished immortal. In the blink of an eye, he turned into wisps of starlight and disappeared into the mortal world. His spiritual body disappeared, and the 20% of his power returned to his real body.
…
"Gudong~Gudong~~"
Han Fang sat down on the top of the city, drank two large gulps of wine, and said, "Do you really want to abandon the Fusu Great Wall?"
"Yes."
Lin Zhaodao: "If the upper world wants someone, we have to give it to you. Miss Lin, you still want to ascend."
"..."
Lin Wanhua pursed her red lips and stood in front of Lin Zhao, looking at him blankly with a pair of beautiful eyes. It was hard to imagine why this guy would say such cold words. Is it so simple to ascend with just one sentence? After he ascended, when will he be able to ascend?
See you again?
Can you go down to the lower realm on your own? How can a thirteenth-level sword cultivator who has just arrived in the upper realm have such a great foundation?
Is it because of him that Lin Zhaofei ascended to the upper realm?
He is only in the tenth realm now, when will he be in the thirteenth realm?
For a moment, Lin Wanhua's expression was extremely complicated.
Lin Zhaohui misunderstood, thinking that Lin Wanhua's eyes were dissatisfied with his arrangements for the Fusu Great Wall, so he hurriedly explained: "It's not that I'm cruel, but this is the most reasonable arrangement."
"oh……"
Lin Wanhua pursed her lips, turned and looked north, no longer looking at Lin Zhao, and said: "After I ascend, how will the Fusu Great Wall be arranged?"
"I've thought about it a long time ago."
Lin Zhao sighed and said: "At the eastern end of the Fusu Great Wall, there is a very remote forest land called Dongyi Forest Sea. After Miss Lin ascended, the rest of the Fusu Great Wall lost their foundation and support, so there was no need to fight hard and were willing to fight with the demon
Those who want to fight for the decisive battle can go south to Shanhaiguan, while the rest will take the younger generation to Dongyi Linhai to leave some blood for the Fusu Great Wall."
"..."
Lin Wanhua still couldn't hold it back, turned around and looked at Lin Zhao, her beautiful eyes filled with sadness, as if to say, what will you do if I leave?
Lin Zhao did not understand what Lin Wanhua meant at all, but said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I know it is very difficult for you to give up the Fusu Great Wall, but... there is really no way."
"knew."
Lin Wanhua was too lazy to pay attention to this ignorant elm knot, and said: "I will ascend, and the Fusu Great Wall will also be moved to Dongyi Linhai. After I ascend, the Fusu Great Wall will be decided by Han Fang. If anything happens, I will talk to Han Fang."
Said the Sword Immortal."
"Um."
Lin Zhao nodded.
Han Fang frowned and said nothing, having his own concerns in his heart.
As for Qin Yu, Ye Lin, and Liu Xilu, the younger generation known as the "Three Wonders of the Fusu Great Wall", they all looked guilty. As long as one of the three of them stepped into the Twelve Realms, they would not be the same after Lin Wanhua.
Let the old swordsman Han Fang take the lead.
…
Snowy Tianchi, Hefeng Academy.
The Confucian sage Gu Lingyu was wearing a Confucian shirt, holding a book in his hand, and was observing the stars in the courtyard to make deductions. Suddenly, he seemed to have an insight into something, so he stretched out his hand and gently twisted it in the wind, and a white leaf fell on it.
Holding it in his hand, he couldn't help but smile and said: "That's it."
The next moment, Gu Lingyu jumped over the white leaves, passed through time, and landed in another world.
In front of him is a rather simple bookstore. The owner of the bookstore is a middle-aged scholar wearing a gray gown. He is fanning the stove in front of the house and lighting a fire. A pot of soup made from dried salted fish is boiling on the stove.
On the stone table nearby, young Lin Zhao is holding a brush and drawing on a piece of paper.
The young man drew a stroke and glanced at the white tree. On the paper, it was a white tree.
