The night is winding thousands of miles, with gloomy clouds and mist, and dim candle shadows...
The silvery brilliance is like scattered stars scattered over the Xishan wilderness. The dense green woods exude a light and melancholy atmosphere.
night view……
At night, the wind came, but it destroyed everything. The gloomy clouds rolled, like a giant beast that had been sleeping in the sky for ages, slowly awakening, gradually amplifying the sound of the wind. After a while, the sound of thunder first appeared, screaming from afar, completely shattering the night...
The ancient city of Wanyue, as peaceful as ever, ushered in a simple silence late at night. The majestic mountain gate at the end of the central straight road symbolizes the sacred standing under the sad clouds...
One night, I seemed to be shaken...
In the magnificent hall of the Heavenly Palace, several candlelights emitted weak light. On this night, the hall was not bright. Alternating with seclusion and coldness, it always suppressed the heart of the old man in the hall, disappearing bit by bit...
Recalling the journey that lasted for more than two hundred years, Yan De's face was covered with the glory of the past. The scenes of experience were like passing clouds and smoke, the joy of progress when breaking through, the pride of stepping into Lingxu, and approaching
The addiction to Shinto... combined with the concentration of memory, slowly derived the epitome of satisfaction, and finally transformed into a majestic shadow, but it was like a mountain that destroyed all the memories...
The increasingly plump faces in the impression emerged in incredible forms. Joy, satisfaction, pride, addiction... all turned into a dream in an instant, and then the "big mountain" crushed them, arousing consternation, indignation, and helplessness.
Emotions seem to be an end, until this moment...
Afterwards, Yan De's memory stopped here. The weak candlelight in the palace seemed to laugh at his incompetence. Two thousand years of vicissitudes of life have allowed the Wanyue Heavenly Palace to stand step by step on the highest peak outside the grand plan. The postures of countless people paying homage are all
Not enough to arouse its pity...
Arrogant, arrogant, arrogant and arrogant, Wanyue Tiangong, who is at the forefront of martial arts, may be standing too high...
The extremes of things must turn against each other, and perhaps Wanyue Heavenly Palace has come to an end today...
"I can't sleep well this night."
The old man stood up heavily and took steady steps as if he was ready to die. At this moment, a relieved smile appeared on his face...
"Let this old man contribute his last effort to the two thousand-year-old foundation of Wanyue Heavenly Palace."
Muttering to himself, Yan De seemed to have stepped down the stairs at some point. When his high-spirited emotions were suddenly stretched and lowered by the distance between the horizon, Yan De seemed to feel much more relaxed.
The "big mountain" is still there, but it can't make him feel heavy anymore...
"It feels good to feel at ease without having to worry about anything. Feng Jueyu, since you're here, why don't you come out and talk?" Yan De smiled, and the relieved smile made him even more enigmatic...
Slowly, two streams of spiritual power like water flowed quietly on the surface of the body, like two quiet swimming dragons, seeming to be returning to the sudden calmness, which was more in line with Yan De's consciousness at this moment.
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The wind is coming...
Suddenly, a quieter wind blew into the hall, and the weak candle flames suddenly jumped in fear. Maybe it was alive. After feeling the strong pressure of the visitor, the candle flames "pop puff..." one after another
extinguished, letting the palace return to the embrace of darkness...
The moonlight is still there, spilling into the spacious palace through the gaps in the window lattice. Although it cannot drive away the darkness of the night, it can reflect a handsome and graceful face with a cold face, making the accompanying night wind even more biting.
The door let out a dying wail during the struggle, and the clanking copper ring seemed to be violently shaken, uneasily reminding the original owner of this place that there was a threat...
"Yan De, although we have only met once, this is the second time, but you deceived me so hard. Does this sentence of "wisdom and calculation" mean you..."
Feng Jueyu's voice was very calm, without a trace of anger mixed in it. He came for revenge. His purpose was quite clear, and he had arrived at Tiangong Mountain half a stick of incense. Assuming that he really had a purpose.
After searching for a long time, Ning Yao and Yin Congfu were not found...
But the old man is still there, and he knows that Yan De is waiting for him...
Faced with Feng Jueyu's sarcasm, Yan De responded with a smile that was indifferent to fame and wealth: "Some things must be done by someone when it's time to do them. This old man will do it, and you will do the same in the future.
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"Are you insinuating that Zhounan Realm will become the current Wanyue Heavenly Palace? If so, I can tell you that it won't be." Feng Jueyu grinned, but disagreed.
Yan De quietly looked at the young man in front of him who was less than thirty years old. He didn't understand where he got such confidence. But the old man suddenly understood why the disciple he had been cultivating accompanied her to cross the Black Abyss Sea.
Ning Yao, who had lived for nearly a hundred years, was still defeated by the young man in front of her after obtaining Xiao Hailiu.
After meeting each other only twice, Yande suddenly discovered that Feng Jueyu had given him two different experiences...
The first time's strength and coldness prevented him from going beyond the ordinary level. If Feng Jueyu is positioned according to the limitations of a warrior, he is indeed a rare genius and an unprecedented master. However, he is only a master.
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However, when they met again after not seeing each other for several days, Feng Jueyu had already removed the word "Fan Pu". In addition to his unchangeable coldness, all the flaws and shortcomings on his body had been covered by an invisible and intangible layer.
It became mysterious, transcendent, and even otherworldly. For a moment, Yan De suddenly felt that the distance between him and Feng Jueyu had never been the same, and suddenly jumped into a world of difference.
"Nothing in the world is eternal. Look at the Wanyue Heavenly Palace. Is it glorious? It has not declined in the end. Now there is only an old man in the palace. The future of Zhounan Realm will be the same." Yan De repeated sentence after sentence with a sense of loss.
Based on the emotion in his heart, it was foreseeable that he did not have much confidence when facing Feng Jueyu this time.
The quiet Heavenly Palace symbolizes the glory of the past, but now it seems particularly cold and depressed amid the lonely words of Yan De...
The clouds of worry became even lower, as if a storm had been brewing for a long time and was about to descend on Tiangong Mountain in the next moment.
Darkness descended on the earth, and the palace fell into an unprecedented silence. Neither of them spoke, as if they were waiting for something. On a moonlit night, when the intoxication of the starry sky and the shining moonlight were all blocked by dark clouds for nine days, it seemed like a long-awaited chaos.
Finally appeared.
The strong wind that broke through the sky appeared from a distance in an unusually dense and frequent manner, and it became clear in an instant. Immediately, a huge roar exploded in Tiangong Mountain, bringing with it the alarming and frightening dragon's roar, and a small amount of light.
Two huge shadows broke into the palace door, and as long as they lingered in the palace for a few breaths, they left again.
Noise, noise...
The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, the painful and panicked cry...
For a moment, the Wanyue Heavenly Palace was enveloped. The sound of fighting spreading from the direction of the ancient city drove away the silence of the night within a moment. Fires shot up into the sky, mixed with the anger and arrogance of the Wanyue Palace.
The Heavenly Palace is completely covered.
This is a battle that no one can escape from in the end. There is only one ending, and it ends with one party disappearing. This outcome has been determined as early as the day when Yin Congfu brought Ning Yao back, so the two people in the palace were not surprised.
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Feng Jueyu stared at Yan De, dismissing the sound of fighting outside, looking directly at him coldly, and said: "I don't have time to accompany you to feel lost here, I only want to ask you one thing, Ning Yao and Yin
Where did it float from?"
Yan De paused, his expression showing determination. The two looked at each other for a long time. Feng Jueyu sighed helplessly, knowing that his words were in vain.
Since Yan De was so cunning that he guessed that he had given up on the idea of destroying Zhou Nan Realm, he would definitely have a backup plan. He secretly let Ning Yao and Yin Congfu escape in order to brew a revenge storm in the future. Ask him now
The whereabouts of Ning Yao and Yin Congfu are nothing more than unnecessary actions.
But Feng Jueyu still refused to give up: "You use tens of thousands of disciples from Wanyue Tiangong to protect Ning Yao and Yin Congfu. Is it worth it?"
Yan De smiled and said righteously: "Don't say there are tens of thousands of disciples of Wanyue Tiangong, it is hundreds of thousands or millions. They were once as talented as Yao'er. No matter how many ants there are, they are still ants. If you sacrifice them, you can save the world."
If Yao'er is defeated, Wanyue Heavenly Palace will one day be crowned again, this deal is definitely worth it."
Feng Jueyu's eyes narrowed coldly when he heard this. He never expected that Yan De could be so cruel and ruthless. He compared the lives of tens of thousands of people with Ning Yao alone and spoke with certainty without feeling ashamed.
His viciousness is thousands of times superior to that of Xiangdong River.
"Humph." Feng Jueyu smiled, and his smile was very sarcastic: "The disciples of Tiangong should really listen to what you, the leader, say. If you let them know that their lives are not as good as ants, their expressions will be very wonderful.
Yan De smiled as usual, not being deceived by Feng Jueyu's words: "Everyone's fate has been decided after birth. Their fate is like this, what can I do about it?"
Feng Jueyu smiled silently: "Haha, no wonder everyone in the Tiangong has a different face. It turns out that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. In this case, there is no need for you to live."
"You want to kill me? I'm afraid it's not that easy." Yan De seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. Inadvertently, an abundant spiritual power filled his body.
The clouds and water were surging, and Yan De's understanding of the "wave current" was far superior to Ning Yao's. Even though he was seriously injured and had not yet recovered, it still gave people a full sense of oppression.
But in Feng Jueyu's view, this resistance was tantamount to taking pleasure in hardships, because when he decided to meet Yan De, he already had enough confidence to defeat Yan De completely.
Feng Jueyu smiled and said: "On the contrary, it is very easy to kill you."
After saying this, Feng Jueyu suddenly turned into a misty and boundless gray mist, and the gray mist suddenly turned into a gray fog sword. Without seeing any movement of Feng Jueyu, he disappeared on the spot, and then breathed
Within a short period of time, Yan De's thoughts of seeing death as home and trying to die together were gradually peeled away. Instead, there was a shocking blood hole in his chest and an expression full of shock and fear...