This commotion finally attracted the attention of countless elders to this place. The Dao Sect child cultivator who was closest to this place hurried over and saw this scene.
The entire right side of Jin Zuting has been torn to pieces, and there is no place intact anymore, but it still stands tall, without a single brick falling down.
Each brick and tile is pulled by an invisible force, separates, floats, and remains in its original position, vaguely piecing together the original appearance of the Jinzuting Pavilion.
Behind Tong Xiu, countless elders from other sects followed closely. They looked at what was happening in front of them with different expressions.
Wuwei, who had been watching the excitement, sighed and said softly, "Amitabha."
Tong Xiu looked at him expressionlessly, then looked at the familiar figure of his old friend, and suddenly spoke to the young monk wearing cassocks:
"Abbot Wuwei, sometimes, if neither end is offended, it means both ends will be offended."
"I'm afraid it won't be that easy for Dunkong Pavilion to restore Buddhism with the help of Sword Sect."
"..."
Wuwei smiled and said in a calm tone:
"When will Daozong become a lobbyist?"
Seeing this, Tong Xiu smiled and said nothing.
At this time, Lingxu was half-kneeling on the ground. No part of his clothes was intact. The blood that kept pouring out from various wounds not only soaked his whole body with blood, but even dyed his beard and hair red.
He supported the ground with his right hand, and veins popped up all over his arm. He seemed to be trying to get up, but in vain.
Wu Yazi was lying on the ground, his face bloodless, only his body was twitching from time to time.
The cassock on Wuji's body was still intact, and he kept his hands clasped together in one movement, motionless, like a statue, but the blood that couldn't stop flowing seemed to declare that he was in a bad state at the moment.
"Is that Su Bei?"
"It's really him! Oh my god..."
"He's not dead? And he created such a huge battle as soon as he appeared?"
"One person fights three people to overcome the tribulation? Could it be that he has entered the Mahayana?"
After hearing the news, Hua Yihan silently glanced at the white-haired man, shook his head, and sighed:
"No, if he entered the Mahayana... how could the world be so peaceful?"
Tong Xiu opened his mouth, hesitated for a long time, and suddenly said:
"Elder Su...are you really okay?"
Hua Yihan glanced at him and said with a smile:
"What do you need to worry about...Look? Someone is coming."
"..."
tap--
tap--
It was the sound of rapid horse hooves, followed by the sound of the wind blowing on the long skirt.
In the raging fire, the white hair was dazzling.
Shan Wulan tried his best to suppress his trembling heart and keep himself calm as he walked towards the white-haired man standing there.
His white hair was fluttering in the night wind, covering almost half of his face. He remained motionless, with heavy snow falling on his hair, and his arms just kept moving their front fingers.
The embroidered Begonia gown was already in pieces, and the hand holding the sword had no flesh and blood, leaving only white bones, and the blood all over his body had solidified into a bloody man.
Shan Wulan's heart suddenly sank. This was the first time she saw him after three hundred years.
She turned her back to the monks behind her and could not clearly see the expression on her face.
At this time, Su Bei's eyes were already dim. His original intention was to delay his departure for a while for his disciples. Why did he fight such a sword with those three people? Such a wanton sword, so powerful.
A sword that declares one's return.
He sensed her breath.
It was a natural feeling of peace of mind, just like how she naturally broke the window and stood in front of her when she was in Mo City.
——If it were her, she would definitely take good care of herself.
Therefore, even though his eyes were dim and his vision was blurred, he could still clearly recognize her face in a blur. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.
Now, I have to take good care of myself for a while.
Seeing the corners of Su Bei's mouth moving slightly, Shan Wulan hurriedly wiped away the tears that were dripping from the corners of his eyes, took a step forward, lifted up his long hair, and revealed his terrifying cheeks covered with blood.
She gently wiped away the blood on his cheek with her sleeve. Actually, she didn't need to wipe it, it still looked as good as before, but it was a little more weathered than it was three hundred years ago.
With their fingers intertwined, she silently felt the temperature that she had not experienced in three hundred years:
"fraud."
Her eyes were filled with tears.
A picture suddenly appeared in Su Bei's mind. In the picture, there was an alluring woman, with her hands behind her back, looking up at the peach tree in the yard.
The woman who always wore purple clothes was walking towards him, but he couldn't see her face clearly.
So he touched her cheek with his withered hands.
It no longer has the moisture it once had.
Her cheeks and crimson face were full of charm, just like a peach tree about to bloom.
His lips moved slightly, and although Shan Wulan couldn't hear his voice, she could still read his words from his lips:
"Wu Lan."
In fact, Shan Wulan couldn't figure it out. When did his senior brother start to change?
Did you get off the Immortal Platform? Or entered the Hanging Heaven?
What kind of burden made the senior brother who took his disciples to visit the brothel with a bright smile in Mo City like this now?
"Brother, let's go home."
"..."
Sonorous——
Shan Wulan pulled out his sword and put it into the sword case.
Carrying him on his back, he glanced at the three people who had been severely injured, and then at the stone monument in the distance that had stood for thousands of years with the shining Buddha's light.
"There is no one like Buddha in heaven and on earth" is so dazzling.
She smoothly pulled out the long sword from her waist, waved her hand and flashed a sword energy.
The stone tablet engraved with Wuru Buddha suddenly broke, leaving behind the four words "Heaven and Heaven".
Shan Wulansu waved his hand and wrote two words behind it.
‘Sword Sect.’
tap--
tap--
Wu Zhui walked away on the snow, and Shan Wulan took Su Bei and gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.
...
Although Beiye Mountain is far away from Xiashui Pass, we can still see the roar in the sky in the direction of Jin Zuting.
Behind a patch of withered grass and bushes, Ji Nanjue stopped and stared blankly into the distance, looking at the sword mark on the sky.
"It's Su Bei."
Only Su Bei can slash with such a sharp sword.
Her aura was somewhat disordered, and inadvertently, it leaked out. At that moment, a desolate cultivator at the foot of the mountain suddenly opened his eyes.
"Sister Nanji, it seems those wild cultivators have discovered us?"
The stupid hair on Shan Wique's head pointed down the mountain and said with a serious face.