Southern Xinjiang is far hotter and more humid than Lanling, and those black outfits look particularly abrupt and cold at the same time. The barbaric people who are used to plain linen and coarse clothes are afraid to hide in thatched cottages and villages.
Among them, he was the only one walking alone on the loess road with his cold breath.
Hundreds of years ago, the Vulcan Sect had a conflict with the Zhongzhou Wulin. After their defeat, they hid in the mountains and no one knew where they were. Wei Moyan was anxious and hurried, not knowing where to look for the leader of the Vulcan Sect, Ming Ming.
sand.
How did Xia Qingluan obtain the legendary Dream Stone, and how did he know the location of the Vulcan Cult? He didn't know these things, and he didn't intend to find out. The purpose of coming to southern Xinjiang this time was just to find her and take her back.
Nothing else.
When she saw a trace of blood on the edge of the stream that was about to fade away, Wei Moyan immediately realized that maybe she had fought with someone here. Following the bloodstains, more and more traces of the fight appeared in front of her eyes, and large areas of mess,
Bits of flesh and blood buried in the soil, and occasionally, stumps of limbs can be seen hidden among the lush grass.
Those scars were caused by pure love. She had walked the road under her feet, consuming her own life while wielding a string to kill. When she gave everything she had in exchange for the new Mo Heng Sword, she finally cut open his heart.
A deep wound.
He devoted all the world to her, but she turned around and left for a ridiculous reason, forging a sword and burning love.
The cause and effect, right and wrong, everything Mr. Gusu told him in the council hall, the conditions proposed by Old Man Wuya, the reason why Xia Qingluan left without saying goodbye, and her decisive farewell after returning to Lanling with the Dream Stone
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It turns out that until now, they still can't trust each other, and they are still facing each other without saying anything despite the seemingly closed gap.
She didn't believe that he could abandon everything, disregarding his integrity and his ancestor's fate without any concern; he didn't believe that she would struggle to keep her oath and wait for the day when they can meet again.
It’s no one’s fault to blame for the separation and reunification, it was all caused by themselves.
Finally, he found the empty plain where the blood had not receded, the pure black obsidian tall pillars, and the majestic temple that was quiet and almost deathly silent.
The Vulcan Cult, the place where she last appeared, is also the place where she is most likely to be.
Looking coldly across the dark door, there was no one inside, only the clear ringtones came, and someone hummed a tune in a low voice, clean and soft.
Evenly and powerful steps stepped on the marble floor, and the ditty came to an abrupt end.
"You're here, just come in."
It was indeed that person's voice, mysterious and powerful, no less powerful than him, the leader of the Vulcan Sect, Mingsha.
It was hard to adapt to the darkness that hit him for a while, but Wei Moyan just held the Mo Heng Sword tightly and continued moving forward calmly. Even in the midst of dangers, he was quite confident that he would not lose to anyone, especially when it came to Xia Qingluan. In his heart,
There is always endless power in the body and blood that wants to be vented.
Suddenly, a little orange-red fire lit up in the darkness, followed by endless popping sounds all around. Thousands of white candles sat firmly on high and low candlesticks and ignited one by one. For a moment, the temple was brightly lit, like daylight.
"Alliance Leader Wei has worked hard to get here. Aren't you afraid that I might take advantage of you and plot against you when you are exhausted?" The smooth and pure tone of his voice did not reveal the slightest surprise. The man who was not wearing a wide robe had a long body and a handsome face.
It is as peaceful and waveless as the sound.
"If you want to kill me, you can do it that day in Lanling. There is no need to go to such trouble."
"I really don't want to be your enemy. The Vulcan Sect is in a corner and has no friction with the Zhongzhou Wulin. Besides, I'm not a person who likes to make noise." After waving his hand, Mingsha rolled up his head as if in distress, "Said
If it comes from the origin, I should be a Zhongzhou talent."
The irrelevant conversations made Wei Moyan a little bored. He had always disliked complexity, especially now that he was so anxious that he was in no mood to talk to the other party about the general trend of the world of martial arts.
"Where is she?" His eyes glanced over, cold and cold.
"This is the fourth time you've asked me." The surrounding candlelight flashed suddenly, and the hand caressing the skull pointed behind him: "It's in the altar."
Behind Mingsha is a flat and smooth obsidian wall, which connects the two ends of the temple on the left and right. Only the gap half a person's height exposed above shows that there is still a large space behind the wall.
Mingsha's meaning was obvious. Behind this wall was the Vulcan Altar, and Xia Qingluan was right behind the wall.
Mo Heng's sword was slightly turned sideways, and the scabbard was more than half an inch away from the handle. The exposed sword body reflected a faint cold color in the candlelight, pointing directly at the huge stone wall.
"I said that I don't want to provoke a dispute. Leader Wei can just keep the Mo Heng Sword - since I forged it, I naturally know where its weakest point is. Within three moves, it can become a broken sword again.
, is it credible?" There was a smile in the narrow eyes, but there was no warmth at all.
The most difficult thing to predict in the world is the human heart. Even if you are gifted and talented, it is still impossible to see what you can see from those peaceful eyes.
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Wei Moyan said coldly: "What is your purpose?"
According to what Xianggong Gusu said, the altar is the most sacred place in the Vulcan Cult. It contains the sacred fire, which is revered as a sacred object. If Xia Qingluan, an outsider, can enter the altar, there must be something hidden, and as the leader of the cult,
Mingsha not only helped her make the sword, but also went to Lanling, thousands of miles away, to send it off in person, but he couldn't figure out the reason behind it.
His skinny fingers tapped on the wall twice, and a hollow sound echoed in the temple: "My goal has been achieved long ago. What I am doing now is just to look at her and give her a chance. She is very similar to Ali, seeing her like that
I always felt that Ali was back by my side, so even though it was impossible for her to wake up again, I still——"
In an instant, the overwhelming murderous aura interrupted the explanation of the leader of the Vulcan Sect. The sword light filled the sky and formed a dense network and came down. The sharp sword aura actually extinguished most of the candles in the temple, and the light was gone.
It is impossible for her to wake up again...
In my mind, only the despair and rage caused by these words were left.
Two years of staying together, one year of waiting, thousands of miles of pursuit, three lifetimes and seven lifetimes of agreement to never leave him, how could she leave him?!
No... He obviously tried his best to survive, so he used indifference to protect himself in the cold world. Even he refused to believe that such a stubborn and cold-hearted person would never give up his life easily or make a decision.
We even refused to see each other for the last time...
Do you want him to experience the pain of separation?
Want him to know her loneliness and disappointment in the past year?
If he knew that she was still alive, even if he had to bear the purple sleeves ten times or a hundred times, he would not break his vow to marry another woman, let alone let her go into danger alone just to create a dispensable wife.
Broken sword!
In the end, the dazzling sword blade did not harm Mingsha at all, although the leader of the Vulcan Cult, who lowered his eyebrows and did not even look at it, hugged the dense skull and had no intention of defending.
Mingsha understood that instead of killing in anger, he was more eager to see her, even if it was just her who would never wake up again.
Gold and iron intersected, pure black and white flew into the air, the obsidian wall collapsed under the huge impact, and the indestructible Mo Heng Sword, forged from the only three dream stones in the world, was also powerful and majestic
It broke apart inch by inch under the concussion of internal force, and fell whiningly into the debris of stone debris.
Without this sword, she would not have been forced to leave without saying goodbye, nor would she have slept alone and sadly in a place where he could not see her.
"Qingluan..."
In the soft light, he looked at the familiar figure, fascinated.