Chapter two hundred and sixty-five five air masters wind and sand are now
Late autumn is a desolate scene. After busy farming, the fields look bare at first glance.
The livestock in the field walked back and forth dejectedly, groups of sparrows soared from the wheat fields from time to time, and crows circled low in the sky. Suddenly they screamed in despair and flew away.
After An Jing got the complete Evil Suppressing Sword, he went to Yuzhou City again and hurried towards Dongluoguan.
Zhao Qingmei's letter stated that Hou Jin had been making frequent moves recently, and no one knew when the army would move south, so he had to speed up.
As a master of the five qi, Jun Qinglin was able to reach the Bikong Island of Jinghaidao from Dongluo Pass, which was naturally extraordinary. Although An Jing was a practitioner of the second qi, his practice of the "Unknown Heart Sutra" allowed him to absorb the true qi very quickly, and his legs were strong.
Hardly any weaker than Jun Qinglin.
The two of them went all the way north to Lingnan Road and Donglin Road, and a few days later they arrived directly at Yunlin City on Beihuang Road.
As long as you pass through the official road of Yunlin City, you will arrive at Dongluo Pass.
News from Dongluo Pass continued to come. During this period, as the weather became colder, Hou Jin made no other moves, just like a tiger yawning, but it made Dongluo Pass extremely nervous.
Hundreds of thousands of troops fell, can Dongluo Pass really be defended?
In the bleak autumn wind, Jun Qinglin stood on the top of a hill outside Yunlin City.
Ever since he came out of Dongluo Pass, he could still see a little bit of green light, but now there are only the bare hills and the crows flying by with their sad cries.
Jun Qinglin looked at the white clouds floating in the sky, and felt a little sad in his heart. "The last time I left this land, I didn't come back for more than thirty years. This time I left, maybe it will be longer."
Thirty years is a long time, so how much longer?
"Great Elder."
An Jing also looked into the distance and asked, "How difficult is this last shackle?"
There are several five-qi masters in the world today, all of whom are masters at the top of the world. There must have been some in the world for hundreds of years before that. Is it possible that none of them have reached the realm of such a great master?
Jun Qinglin said slowly: "The holy relics remain on the rocks, and the spiritual lanterns emerge from the chaos. If you want to reach the realm of gods on land, the last step is to light the spiritual lanterns and hang up the longevity locks, so that you can truly reach the realm of the great master.
, the spiritual lamp is a lamp in the mind. To ignite it, you need the perception and will of life. It is mysterious and mysterious, and the longevity lock is related to the rules of heaven and earth. The induction of heaven and man and the separation of heaven and earth are linked to longevity.
It is a way of locking, but it is only the preliminary induction of heaven and man and the separation of heaven and earth, and it cannot be hung up with this longevity lock."
An Jing knew that it was not easy for the Five Qi Master to reach the Grand Master, but he did not expect it to be so difficult. "Light the spiritual lamp and hang the longevity lock."
Jun Qinglin chuckled lightly, "There are geniuses in this world. Some people have their spiritual lamps turned on right after they are born. Some Five Qi masters have not had the chance to light their spiritual lamps for decades."
Hearing this, An Jing couldn't help but ask: "How is the great elder now?"
In the world of martial arts, cultivation is taboo. Even masters and disciples will not reveal their truest cultivation, because this is the biggest secret in the world of martial arts.
Especially when one reaches Jun Qinglin's level, it is even more unspeakable.
Jun Qinglin did not hide it, but said: "The spiritual lamp has been lit, but the longevity lock has never been hung up."
An Jing's heart moved and he lit the spiritual lamp. Doesn't that mean he has already half-stepped into the realm of the great master?
"When I reached the Five Qi Realm, my only idea at that time was to abandon all distracting thoughts and break through to the Grand Master Realm. Then I went directly to the Demon Sealing Platform to enter the realm of death. Only then did I know that I had entered the Grand Master Realm.
How difficult it is, I spent ten years still not being able to light that spiritual lamp. Last year, my mood changed, and I accidentally lit the spiritual lamp."
Jun Qinglin saw the light in An Jing's eyes, shook his head and said with a smile: "But hanging up the longevity lock is the most difficult step. I don't have much life left, and I don't know if I can hang it up at the last moment.
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At his level and age, it would be difficult for him to make any progress without the longevity lock, and he would also die, but Jun Qinglin was very indifferent to this.
An Jing smiled and said: "The Great Elder is a unique talent. He will definitely have the opportunity to hang up this longevity lock."
Jun Qinglin laughed and said nothing.
Speaking of Jun Qinglin's qualifications, he can indeed be regarded as an unparalleled talent. Otherwise, he would not have been valued by Leng Xiansheng, let alone reach the realm of Five Qi.
But he was not completely sure whether he could take this final step.
The two looked at the sea of clouds and said nothing.
Jun Qinglin is also from the Yan Kingdom. This land carries the honor and disgrace of most of his life, the joy of most of his life, and the longing of most of his life.
It's just that he himself doesn't know when it will be the next time he sets foot here.
Years are the accumulation of time, and life is passing by. When you look back, you will see a scenery, and when you turn around, there will be a story of time.
Nowadays, it is difficult for him to find a few old friends in this huge world.
The world has remembered his eight-foot Taibai Jun Qinglin, and will even remember him for hundreds of more years, but how many people really understand him and know him?
When the sun sets, we return to the mountains and seas. The mountains and seas hide deep meanings. No one has regrets, but some people just don’t say them out loud.
Jun Qinglin turned to look at An Jing's young face, and couldn't help but think of Ye Ding and Yu Ying who were burned in the flames, and he couldn't help but let out a long breath in his heart.
An Jing asked: "Great Elder, what's wrong?"
Jun Qinglin sighed: "Our world is getting old."
Then the two of them continued on the road, passed through Yunlin City and came to the official road. They followed this official road for less than a few hundred miles to Dongluo Pass.
The border land is barren and desolate, filled with wind and sand.
Along the way, the two saw several caravans and carriages escorting escorts.
An Jing was also looking forward to it with some earnestness in his heart. It had been three months since he left Dongluo Pass before he knew it, and he hadn't seen his wife for a long time.
Suddenly, Jun Qinglin stopped and looked into the distance.
An Jing also frowned.
The yellow sand ahead is sweeping, and from a distance it looks like a soaring yellow dragon, pressing down with a terrifying power.
Under the faint sunlight, the yellow sand glowed with broken golden light.
In the vast sky and earth, everything seemed to disappear, except for the yellow sand. Then even the yellow sand gradually disappeared, leaving only a figure standing in the yellow sand.
The wind and sand filled the air, and they were far apart, making it difficult to see the figure and face of the man.
Master!
An Jing felt a very strong momentum from it, a suffocating feeling. The last time he felt this way was when he was in Jiang Shang in the Land of Flowers.
But now his cultivation level is no longer that of Earth Flower, and the person in front of him is not Jiang Shang.
"It's been a long wait."
A voice came from far away, the voice was somewhat loud and deep.
Sound transmission through the air!
This is not a very sophisticated method, but the person who dares to transmit sound through the air in front of An Jing and Jun Qinglin is not an ordinary expert.
"What is supposed to come has come."
Jun Qinglin smiled faintly, as if he had expected that there would be a battle today.
An Jing's heart was shocked, and then his brows twisted into the character "Chuan", "Great Elder, who is he?"
"He wants to see if there is any warmth left in the world under me."
Jun Qinglin looked at his palms, a bright light appeared in his eyes, and said: "The wind and sand are too strong, just wait here, I will go and meet him for a while."
With that said, Jun Qinglin, who was wearing a black gown, walked forward. His steps were firm and steady, and his clothes rustled with the strong wind.
His footsteps stepped on the gravel, making a slight sound, and his figure gradually disappeared into the wind and sand, or rather merged into the wind and sand.
"Is that the Holy Master of Houjin?"
There was a trace of solemnity in An Jing's eyebrows.
There are not many masters who dare to compete with Jun Qinglin today, and An Jing has only met Qi Xuandao so far.
However, An Jing used the ghost-human transformation at that time, which greatly increased his strength, so when facing Qi Xuandao, he did not feel the same as he does now. But today, he does not have the ghost-human transformation, and he intuitively feels the coercion brought by the Five Qi Master.
pressure.
The Holy Lord of Daxue Mountain, the master of Houjin Royal Court.
This man unified the entire prairie in twenty years. When Zongzheng Huachun did not appear, the major tribes in the prairie fought each other until this heroic leader appeared.
It can be said that his achievements are imprinted on every grassland tribe, and he is respected as the first hero in the world. Even the Taiping Emperor has many achievements.
After all, the Taiping Emperor rebelled and gained the unification of the Yan Kingdom, but this Holy Lord of the Prairie unified the prairie that had never been unified.
Moreover, like the Taiping Emperor who conspired against him, he was also a martial arts emperor with unpredictable strength.
Now this master who stands at the top of the world appears here.
The strong wind blew, and the wind and sand became larger and larger, filling the entire sky, and then the earth began to shake.
The purpose of his coming is very simple and straightforward.
It was definitely not possible to catch up with old friends, because he and Jun Qinglin didn't have any old memories to talk about.
This shocking battle has begun.
The ground was in chaos, dust was flying in the sky, and An Jing felt like his body was shaking, as if the powerful energy was being blown away.
Because of the yellow sand, An Jing could not clearly see the specific scene of the battle, and could only feel the surging energy.
Time kept passing by, and an hour had passed before I knew it.
He didn't get close, just watched from a distance.
There is a terrifying force in those grains of wind-sand.
The sky is dark and the earth is dark, sand and rocks are flying, the wind is roaring, and the yellow sand and rocks are dancing wildly in the sky.
Two figures stood in the wind and sand, looking at each other from afar.
Jun Qinglin, wearing a black gown, stepped on the gravel. The sleeve of his left hand was broken, but his expression was always as calm as water. He was incompatible with this world. He had broken away from the shackles of heaven and earth and was no longer affected by it at all.
The wind and sand swirled in front, and countless gravels piled up, forming a huge sand man.
Covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
Jun Qinglin smiled lightly and said: "Your strength is now at the top of the world."
Zong Zhenghua Chun said: "Not yet, the top of the world can only accommodate one person."
Jun Qinglin narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you want to be the best in the world?"
Zongzheng Huachun laughed and said, "When you asked this question, didn't you think so in your heart?"
Number one in the world!
Who doesn't want to be the number one in the world, who doesn't want to be the number one in the world?
Jun Qinglin shook his head and said, "You don't know what I'm thinking."
Zong Zhenghua Chundao: "Everyone may have worries in their heart, but becoming the best in the world can solve most of your worries."
Jun Qinglin stared at the 'young man' in front of him and said: "Being number one in the world is a worry in itself."
Zongzheng Huachun laughed, "Then give me this trouble."
"You may not be able to catch it."
"You don't want to give it."
"The best in the world is not in my hands, how can I give it to you?"
Two people who are not the best in the world are arguing about being the best in the world. This seems to be true and is a bit difficult to understand.
Sometimes people are different, but sometimes they are the same.
Because of the sameness, there will be differences and fights.
Zongzheng Huachun said nothing, and neither did Jun Qinglin.
They seemed to be saying goodbye, although there was no word of goodbye in their words.
The yellow sand rolled up into a long dragon, covering the sky like a vast ocean, drowning both of them in the bright gravel.
The rolled-up gravel was colliding with each other, and every slight collision was a shock to the two of them.
Neither of them moved.
Why doesn't it move?
When you reach this state, if you don't move, you just move.
A ray of light appeared in Jun Qinglin's eyes. The ray of light was so cold that it seemed to cover the sky.
That ray of light did not come from his eyes, nor did it come from this world, but from another world.
Zongzheng Huachun saw the light coming towards him, but still did not move.
The dim light streaked across the sky, and blood flowed down the fingers, dripping on the gravel.
And the moment the blood fell, the raised yellow sand started to riot.
The wind and sand swept across, the sun shone brightly, and the orange sky merged with the earth.
"That's it for now."
After a long time, Zongzheng Huachun said something.
He finally moved, but turned around and walked away.
Just like back then, just click and stop
An Jing looked at the flying sand and rocks in the distance, waiting patiently and anxiously.
Suddenly, the gravel in front stopped rotating, and An Jing's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but look forward.
The yellow sand calmed down, and a figure stepped on the gravel and walked towards him, with the afterglow of the setting sun shining on his shoulders.
Jun Qinglin.
The man walked neither fast nor slowly, and from time to time he would raise his head to look at the sunset in the sky.
"Great Elder."
An Jing breathed a sigh of relief, looked into the distance and said, "Is Zong Zhenghua Chun gone?"
"gone."
Jun Qinglin looked at the broken sleeves of his hands and said with a smile: "In my hands, he wants to take advantage and stand on the top of the real mountain."
An Jing heard and gave Jun Qinglin a thumbs up, "The Great Elder will fight Qi Xuandao first, and then fight Zongzheng Huachun. The best master in the world can only do this."
It seems that Jun Qinglin is not seriously injured. Could it be that Zongzheng Huachun was defeated again and left?
Jun Qinglin shook his head, "I'm not the best in the world."
Jun Qinglin failed to become the best player in the world.
Qi Xuandao also failed to become the best master in the world.
So who can become the number one master in the world!?
There are so many people in the world, but someone must be the best in the world.
Jun Qinglin's face suddenly turned red, and then blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth.
"Great Elder."
An Jing quickly supported Jun Qinglin, his expression became extremely solemn.
The last time the battle with Qi Xuandao was so fierce, Jun Qinglin was not injured, but now blood was flowing out, which showed how dangerous this battle was.
"Zongzheng Huachun is also injured."
Jun Qinglin laughed at himself: "He can be injured, but I can't."
Although Zongzheng Huachun didn't say that he still had a lot of time, his deadline was still decades away, but Jun Qinglin's deadline was not far away. All the internal organs in his body had lost their vitality and vitality, and he was approaching his deadline almost every day.
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The injuries sustained in this battle accelerated the passage of life span, leaving Jun Qinglin with less and less time.
An Jing said in a deep voice: "Did he do it on purpose?"
Jun Qinglin took a deep breath and said, "Hou Jin's army will be coming soon. You must be prepared."
It is impossible for Zongzheng Huachun to fight him for no reason and reach his level. It cannot be as simple as regaining face after losing to Jun Qinglin.
When he does something, he must have a strong purpose.
"I see."
An Jing noticed that Jun Qinglin's face was a little pale and said, "The First Elder's injury is serious. Do you need to teach him the treasures of heaven and earth?"
"My injury is not serious, it just speeds up the end of my life."
Jun Qinglin shook his head and said softly: "I have fought against Qi Xuandao and Zongzheng Huachun this time. I also have some insights. In addition to the "Nine Nether Purgatory Grimoire" you sent me, I will go back this time
Let’s see if we can break through this last step.”
The last step is to achieve the realm of land gods and increase their life span by three hundred years.
An Jing asked: "What are the chances, Great Elder?"
Jun Qinglin laughed, "Less than 10%."
Less than 10%!
An Jing was shocked. He didn't expect that with Jun Qinglin's cultivation and strength, the probability of breaking through to the Grand Master level was so low.
Jun Qinglin glanced at the calm wind and sand, and said relaxedly: "Few people in the past have dared to say that they can step in. The last great master was Taizu Yan hundreds of years ago, and now he has turned into a handful of loess.
, that is to say, no great master has appeared in more than three hundred years."
This time, it was also his last chance to break through the shackles, and it was also the one he had the greatest chance to seize.
An Jing felt a little depressed inside and didn't know what to say.
If he fails to take this step, Jun Qinglin's end is not far away.
"Let's go."
Jun Qinglin patted An Jing on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I won't go to Dongluo Pass anymore. I will just be a living Bodhisattva and offer it there. It's too uncomfortable. I have nothing to say to them, and they have nothing to say to me."
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An Jing pondered for a long time and said: "Great Elder, let me see you off."
"Need not."
Jun Qinglin waved his torn sleeves and said with a smile: "This time I go out to fight against the two top masters in the world. I will have a drink with Ouyang when I go back. He is the only one in the world who can listen to my chatter.
Sorry."
Jun Qinglin's back was bathed in the sunset and gradually disappeared from An Jing's sight.