The Chiyun Bell rose to a high place, and a red light rushed into the clear sky. Lin Xiaodong slowly opened his eyes, glanced down, stood up, and rode the clouds towards Mofeng Mountain.
The whole mountain was filled with blood and red clouds. Lin Xiaodong frowned when he saw it. He flicked his sleeves and blew away the blood mist. He parted the clouds and saw the sun, falling gracefully in the bright sunshine.
All the Taoists thought that they were going to die. Unexpectedly, the blood mist suddenly dispersed, a white cloud fell from the sky, and a red-robed Taoist descended.
Lin Xiaodong turned around, and everyone recognized him. Master Yinghua raised his eyebrows, his eyes lit up, and he said happily: "Elder Lin?"
Master Chongxiang also cheered: "You are not dead!"
Qiao Chuqing and Qiao Chuxin jumped up excitedly and said in unison: "Lin Xiaodong!"
Yu Fengjun was supported by her sisters. She swayed and woke up. She saw everyone cheering and cheering. Qiao Chuqing pulled her and pointed to the front and said excitedly: "Teacher, look who that is!"
Yu Fengjun looked up. Although the red robe was unfamiliar, the face was very familiar. Who else could it be if it wasn't Lin Xiaodong?
"Lin Xiaodong?"
Lost and found, so happy and sad, Yu Fengjun no longer cared about the status of the leader or the etiquette of the sect. He rushed forward and threw himself into Lin Xiaodong's arms in front of more than a hundred people from the water and fire sects of Shannan Road.
Qiao Chuqing and Qiao Chuxin also cried with joy and followed.
Guo Chuxiu, Pan Xiaoxing, and Shi Pingying were all filled with joy when they saw Lin Xiaodong. They stepped forward, but saw that Yu Fengjun was the first to go and threw herself into his arms. They all stared in shock and opened their mouths.
Master Chongxiang and Master Yinghua were also shocked. Only then did they understand why Yu Fengjun did not hesitate to sacrifice his own cultivation to create an opportunity for them to deal with Saint Lord Ranchen, the century-old leader, but he had an affair with Lin Xiaodong.
All the Taoists were envious, drooling and shaking their heads.
Yu Fengjun has always been beautiful and powerful. She always kept herself upright and rejected countless suitors. Who would have thought that when she was one hundred and twenty years old, she would be taken advantage of by Lin Xiaodong.
Yu Fengjun threw herself into Lin Xiaodong's arms, wiped her tears on his chest, raised her head, her eyelashes stained with tears, and said, "I shouldn't have gone down the mountain! I thought I killed you!"
Lin Xiaodong wiped Yu Fengjun's face, glanced at everyone, and comforted: "Didn't I tell you, there is no moon in the water, but there is a moon in the sky, how could I die?"
Yu Fengjun beat Lin Xiaodong's chest: "Then why don't you come to me!"
Lin Xiaodong looked back at Saint Lord Ranchen and said, "I went to refine a treasure that can break the Blazing Cloud Bell."
"Don't scare me like this again!"
Yu Fengjun put his arms around Lin Xiaodong's waist, pressed his whole body against his, and put his head on his chest.
Lin Xiaodong patted Yu Fengjun on the back, glanced at Qiao Chuqing, Qiao Chuxin, Guo Chuxiu, Pan Xiaoxing and others with a bit of embarrassment, lowered his head and said softly: "I thought you had gone back, so I didn't tell you, and I won't do this again."
Qiao Chuqing and Qiao Chuxin hugged each other and stood aside to watch Lin Xiaodong and Yu Fengjun kissing me. They felt indescribable sadness in their hearts.
The two of them kept saying that they had only had one misunderstanding with Lin Xiaodong, and they were lying to others and themselves. But when they learned about Lin Xiaodong's death, their hearts were filled with grief, and they faced their own hearts.
Now that I see Lin Xiaodong back, I want to come up and express my love. How could I know that Yu Fengjun is so bold and has no scruples? How can there be a place for them in Lin Xiaodong's arms?
The two of them were very unwilling. Why could Yu Fengjun be taken into Lin Xiaodong's arms? The two of them had obviously had skin-to-skin contact with Lin Xiaodong, but they could only watch from the sidelines?
Her two sisters are not the only ones who are sad. Guo Chuxiu, Pan Xiaoxing, and Shi Pingying are also standing aside, feeling helpless and sad. Yu Fengjun has a transcendent status, is beautiful and dignified, and has strong magic power. How can they, junior sisters, compare to them?
Even Wu Bingjie and Chen Mengyun, as the top disciples of Yunyang Sect and Shiyue Temple, are superior in seniority and background. In front of the leader Yu Fengjun, they will inevitably feel inferior and sigh helplessly.
When Saint Lord Ranchen saw that the person coming was Lin Xiaodong, he grinned: "You didn't die last time?
So he ran away?
Now that you know you have to run for your life, how dare you come back and die?"
Lin Xiaodong let go of Yu Fengjun and said to the sisters: "You guys step back first."
Yu Fengjun was reluctant to leave and repeatedly asked: "Be careful."
Everyone retreated to one side, and Master Yinghua and Master Chongxiang stepped forward to attack Lin Xiaodong.
Lin Xiaodong raised his head and looked at the Chiyun Bell hanging in the air, and said to Saint Lord Ranchen: "This treasure of yours is not indestructible."
Saint Lord Ranchen stretched out his arms arrogantly and said proudly: "My Blazing Cloud Bell has blessed more than one hundred and thirty people with the murderous aura. Can you break it?"
Lin Xiaodong smiled: "The murderous aura is indeed unstoppable, but this clock of yours is always made of copper."
Saint Lord Ranchen's expression changed and he said harshly: "So what?"
Lin Xiaodong turned back and asked Master Yinghua and Master Chongxiang: "Did these two Masters see that white cloud in the sky on their way here?"
Master Yinghua smiled appreciatively and guessed it immediately, saying, "Could it be Elder Lin who did it?"
Lin Xiaodong nodded, spread his hands and said: "In the past few days, the disciple has been in the clouds, blocking the sun, in order to absorb the energy of the sun and use fire to overcome metal."
Master Chongxiang laughed and raised his head: "Elder Lin's ingenuity and fantastic ideas are admired by the old Taoist. Master Yinghua and I have been thinking hard about how to deal with murderous and evil thoughts, but we have never thought of such a simple principle as the five elements creating and restraining each other."
Saint Lord Ranchen looked slightly flustered, gritted his teeth and said: "Conquer me with fire?
Wishful thinking! Even the Yunyang Sect can't deal with me. You, a disciple of the Water Element Sect, still want to use the True Fire of the Sun?
It’s so hilarious!”
Lin Xiaodong shook his head and sneered: "The five elements belong to the same qi, but you made the difference."
After saying that, he stretched out his right hand and spread his palm. There was a flame floating in the palm of his hand, only the size of a soybean grain, shining with a dazzling golden light.
As soon as the flames came out, the temperature in the shady mountain field instantly increased, the fog dispersed, and the wind blew in.
Master Chongxiang specializes in fire techniques, and he has never seen such pure fire energy, as if he really took a small piece of the sun and came down.
Everyone in the fire sect was suppressed by the flames, naturally feeling a sense of oppression, while everyone in the water sect was roasted to the point of retreating and staying far away.
Saint Lord Ranchen sensed the heat coming towards his face, and he was very angry that Lin Xiaodong's realm was higher than his own. Even though he knew that he might not be his opponent, he still had to fight, took back the Chiyun Bell, and hung it on the
Above his head, he opened his mouth and spit out a red light.
The Chiyun Bell received the blessing of magic power, and murderous and evil thoughts surged in. Everyone's minds were disturbed, and they once again bared their teeth and hated each other.
Upon seeing this, Lin Xiaodong slowly stretched out his hand towards Saint Lord Ranchen, and the flame left the palm of his hand and floated over.
The flame was smaller than a candle, but extremely bright, and did not waver even when the mountain wind blew. Saint Lord Ranchen struck out the Chiyun Bell with all his strength.