On Longmen Peak, Mo Lingwan sighed unhappily, her brows kept furrowed and she didn't let go for a long time.
Wu Tianyang, Wu Tianju, Mo Zheng, and an elder from the Mo family gathered around Mo Lingwan, with the same solemn expressions on their faces.
"Feng Jueyu was an unknown person in the past. I have never heard of this person's name before. It was only a few years ago that he became famous after the battle between Qixia and Domination. But I always thought that he was just an ordinary person.
A strong person in the Qiankun Realm, I really didn’t expect that this person’s cultivation is as strong as a servant, even the third uncle’s "Guangyue Changchun Kung" couldn't keep him."
Shi Zheng analyzed calmly, but Wu Tianju snorted: "If it weren't for the Qiankun Dzogchen who broke out halfway, he wouldn't have escaped so easily. I just don't know who the person who appeared later was. I think
The magic weapon he used did not come from Jiujie Mountain, could it be that the ancient remnants of tens of thousands of years ago have not yet been exterminated?"
Mo Lingwan stared into the distance blankly, and said in a low voice: "The biggest problem now is not this, but the sword in Feng Jueyu's hand."
"Sword? A sword falling from the sky?" The fourth elder was startled when he heard this, and then his expression became moved.
Mo Lingwan nodded noncommittally: "Just now, I secretly checked it and found that it was indeed the Heavenly Falling Sword. It was unmistakable. But now everyone in the Ling Family and Feng Family in the second-level domain has seen this sword. If
If it is not handled well, there may be greater turmoil in the Jiujie Mountain."
"Is that really a relic of the Dragon King?" The fourth elder was surprised again.
Everyone was silent. After a moment, Wu Tianyang rolled his eyes, stepped forward, and whispered: "Third uncle, if that is really the falling sword from the sky, we, the survivors of the Grand Plan, will be threatened. We are
Instead of thinking of a way, let’s not alarm the various tribes for the time being.”
Mo Lingwan nodded, and admittedly said: "When I mentioned this matter, I have already considered it. Fortunately, I am the only one here today, and the Ling family and Feng family did not send experts of the same level as the elders to come over. This matter
There is still room for delay." Mo Lingwan said, winking at Wu Tianyang, and said: "Think of a way to spread the news, just say it was me who said it, and I have personally tested it.
That sword is not a sword falling from the sky."
The fourth elder was startled, and Mo Zheng stepped forward and said: "Third uncle, this can certainly make the world believe it for a while, but paper cannot contain the fire. If someone finds out that the sword is real in the future, your reputation will be ruined, third uncle."
, isn’t it going to be a disastrous defeat?”
Mo Lingwan sneered: "I'm so old, what kind of reputation do I need? Even if someone finds out in the future and says I'm mistaken, what can the world do to me?"
Wu Tianyang said: "But if you do this, the Ling family and the Feng family may not believe it."
"I have a way." Mo Zheng said with an idea: "Three hundred years ago, Ye Ruying, the son of the Emperor of Weapons, got a treasure map of the Heavenly Falling Sword. It was the sword drawing of the Heavenly Falling Sword.
He has been making the Sky Falling Sword, and even offended the South Cliff Black Dragon Clan because of it. This son has become obsessed with making the Sky Falling Sword. I heard that he has been in seclusion for the past three hundred years. The disciple has a deep friendship with Ye Ruying, so I can't ask him.
It’s okay to do me a favor!”
Mo Lingwan's eyes lit up: "You mean, Ye Ruying came forward and said that he forged the sword?"
"Well, let's just say it's an imitation. It was lost once and ended up in Feng Jueyu's hands." Mo Zheng said very wittily: "I believe Feng Jueyu doesn't know that the Sky Falling Sword is a relic of the Dragon Emperor, but he heard
After hearing this news, even though he knew it wasn't Ye Ruying who created it, he couldn't get himself burned, so he could only keep the matter in his stomach, and then we..."
After hearing the last part, Mo Lingwan generally understood what Mo Zheng meant, and nodded: "This is the way to recover the Heavenly Falling Sword. I will handle it personally. Mo Zheng, please contact Ye Ruying now and let me know."
He must do this favor, and after the competition is over, I will personally go there and see our most powerful man in the world again."
Wu Tianju heard the words and immediately said: "I will send someone to find the whereabouts of this kid now."
"By the way, let's ask about Shanhai Academy and ask what kind of hatred or resentment could make him so desperate to come to my territory of Zhongtian to arrest people." Mo Lingwan said bitterly.
Wu Tianyang glanced at Feng Qingxiao not far away, and said a little worriedly: "Third uncle, what should I do with this kid?"
Mo Lingwan raised his eyes and said, "No need to say more. If you say too much, I might make people suspicious. Tianyang, go and see the injuries on his body and add a few words by the way."
Wu Tianyang was instantly enlightened. After nodding, he went to talk to Feng Qingxiao.
After about a cup of tea, Wu Tianyang returned to Mo Lingwan, while Feng Qingxiao was a lonely person, standing not far behind Mo Lingwan, making precise calculations.
He first wiped the sweat on his forehead, and thought in his heart with some fear: "The Mo family really didn't give me this dance for nothing. They told me that the Sky Drop Sword was fake, could it be that the sword was real?"
?Tsk tsk, my wife and grandfather are really powerful. If that sword is real, things will be big."
Feng Qingxiao glanced at Mo Lingwan's back with lingering fear, and took a long breath: "Fortunately, they didn't find out. Where did my wife and grandfather go?"
…
Half an hour later, Feng Jueyu and Hong Wujun, who had escaped from Guanmen Ridge, met up with Yi Bingyan and others on the way. After everyone met, Feng Jueyu climbed on Xie Ran's back without any strength and urged him:
: "Quickly, take the people and leave this place. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time."
"Where to go?"
"The Forest of Eternal Silence is a vast place with few people, so hide first." Feng Jueyu urged.
"What happened? How come you were so seriously injured?" Yi Bingyan was worried about Feng Jueyu and was so anxious that she almost cried.
Mr. Hong Wu sighed speechlessly and said: "You are so brave, you have crossed paths with a Taoist martial artist. He is not destined to die."
"What?"
"Stop talking, let's go first."
After saying that, Yi Bingyan didn't dare to ask any more questions, and asked Wei Yihang, Lin Lie and others to rush to the Forest of Eternal Silence with more than 3,000 red-clothed sword servants. At the same time, Xie Ran returned the favor while carrying Feng Jueyu.
Mrs. Hongxing used Hanbayu to send a message, because Qixia Lingzhou was also paying attention to the developments here.
…
At the same time, in the hinterland of Zhongtian Realm, on Erquan Mountain, a nunnery rang out the prayer bells of Youyang Huaigu.
In this small Taoist temple, dozens of female disciples in nun robes are walking around in the old and dilapidated nunnery. Some are serving tea and pouring water, some are chanting sutras and meditating, and some are serving flowers and plants.
Qingning is like a place outside the world.
In the deepest part of the Taoist temple compound, in a simple small tile-roofed house, an old aunt wearing a small hat sat calmly in the temple, holding a string of Buddhist beads in her hand.
This string of Buddhist beads is obviously polished from jade of an extraordinary quality. There is a talisman on each of the beads. Although it is tiny and undetectable, its spirituality is so strong that it is unbelievable.
In the temple where Buddhism is promoted, there is also a bald monk. This man looks young, about forty, slightly tall, wearing a fat monk's robe, with a swollen belly and a hanging hanging around his neck.
Wearing a string of purple-gold Buddhist beads each as big as a fist, he was sitting on a hot bed in the middle, reciting sutras to a pale, sleeping beauty on the hot bed with a peaceful expression.
The gentle and graceful Buddhist scriptures came out of the monk's mouth quickly word by word. The Buddhist scriptures condensed by the blending of divine power and spiritual consciousness flew out of his mouth one after another in the form of small golden characters, floating gently in the mid-air of the Zen room.
, causing the Zen room to be filled with dazzling purple air and golden spots.
The words of the Buddhist scriptures, word by word, seemed to contain great power of rebirth, constantly flying into the wounds of the sleeping beauty on the fire bed, purifying and repairing them one by one.
There are two fire pits in this room, and there is a beautiful woman on each fire pit, each with its own merits. After the bald monk was busy for a while, he moved to the other fire pit and chanted sutras repeatedly. After working back and forth for a long time, the monk just scratched his head.
He scratched his sweating bald scalp, recited "Amitabha", opened the door of the meditation room and walked out.
The old nun in the Zen room also followed him out. After the former closed the door tightly, he was greeted by the latter and sat on a small wooden pole in the courtyard. The old nun then asked: "How are you two girls?"
"The injuries are serious." The bald monk said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I have been busy for ten days, but there is still no improvement. Fortunately, they are not in danger of life, but they just can't wake up."
The old nun sighed with understanding in her heart and said: "The old nun also saw it just now. In order to escape pursuit, the two girls traveled long distances and did not know the way. I am afraid that the great elixirs for healing and recovery were eaten separately, and there were many wounds on their bodies.
Without a treasure bag, it must have been very difficult to escape. I was tired, and it was really difficult to wake up for a while."
"Then let them stay here, there is no need to rush." The monk glanced into the room.
The old nun immediately comforted her and said, "Don't be too impatient. Miss Shibazakura is blessed with great fortune. The old nun looked at her and saw that her injuries were much less severe than the other girl's."
"Yes, who is that girl? Why did you risk your life to save my adopted sister? If they don't wake up, Xiaona doesn't even have a chance to thank her."
"What happened?" the old nun asked.
The monk shook his head and said: "Xiao Na is not very clear. The message I received was from the Chaoyue Patio of Yelan Cave. Fortunately, I happened to be nearby. After getting the message, I rushed over.
There are corpses all over the place, and the Twelve Golden Statues have also been destroyed. It was a coincidence. If it had been two days later, I'm afraid Xiaona would have been dead."
After the monk finished speaking, he leaned forward and said to the old nun: "Senior, I'm afraid Ying'er and this girl will have to stay here to recuperate. When Xiaona came, Lingxin Valley hadn't gone to the Lingxin Valley for a careful examination.
I’m going to have a look.”
The old nun nodded and said: "Then go ahead. If Miss Shibazakura wakes up, the old nun will send you a message and you can come back."
"Xiao Na probably won't need it. This place is close to Lingxin Valley. You can come back in about three days."