The autumn wind howls and the mournful birds chirp. The harsh cold air hangs over the sky and will not dissipate for a long time. I don't know whether God is pity for the six realms about to encounter a disaster that cannot be avoided for ten thousand years, or whether it is crying in advance for this disaster.
The smoke and clouds were swirling around, making it difficult to see the fairy scene in the distance clearly. Only the majestic and high golden palace was still shining weakly in the cold wind, as if it was suffocating, muddy and lonely.
The Golden Palace was buzzing with people, the Five Realm Heavenly Lords and the important ministers of the Imperial Realm were all here. At this moment, they no longer looked as indulgent as before, but instead they all had sad faces and remained silent, as if there were some things that were hard to explain.
"Murong Tianzun, what do you mean? According to what you said, our six realms are doomed?" Qianye stood up clapping the case, his eyes full of grief and anger, but the anger and arrogance in his eyes were endless.
Sadness and fear.
Murong Feng closed his eyes and shook his head, sighing repeatedly, feeling extremely conflicted. When the third young master of the Yun family left that day, he had made a sincere promise that he would never mention the thirty-three days in front of others. But at this time, Qingfeng Sword was about to awaken, and it was hard to
Escape from the eyes of everyone, even if you can escape the first day of the Lunar New Year, you can't escape the fifteenth day, but as a Heavenly Lord of the First Realm, how can you break the trust of others?
"Murong Tianzun, if you have any difficulties, just ask. Our five realms are united, and we are facing a formidable enemy. We should share hardships and advance and retreat together." Yun Wangchen stroked his beard, as if he saw something about Ni Duan.
Seeing this, Luo Feng also responded: "Your Majesty, if you have anything to do, just tell me, don't make the immortal saints anxious." When he said this, he didn't know Murong Feng's difficulties. But last time he was in front of the palace door,
I saw Murong Feng's Qingfeng Sword lose control and go crazy once, but I didn't take it to heart. After all, it is normal for swordsmanship to cause a misfire.
Murong Feng hid his eyebrows, still unable to let go of the promise he made that day, and said slowly: "Everyone, if the Six Realms were not destroyed in the hands of Ying Tianzun, but were destroyed in our own hands, how would you think about it?"
"Brother Murong, why do you say this? We live and die together in the five realms, how can we allow such suspicion? Could it be that the Lord Tianzun can't trust us?" Qianye snorted coldly.
Murong Feng quickly waved his hands and apologized: "I didn't mean that." At this point, his words were a little stagnant, but under the formidable gazes of the saints and the weighing of thousands of creatures in the six realms, he still gritted his teeth and said cruelly.
: "To be honest with you, Ying Tianzun can still be subdued, but you don't know that we and the six realms are all in the calculations of others!"
Everyone was astonished, even the usually calm Emperor Haotian was speechless. The Six Realms were being planned by others, so who could have such strength?
Murong Feng condensed a ray of cold air on his fingertips, and swiped it into the air, and a long sword of cold stone appeared in the sky. The cold light was wanton, and the sword body was tightly wrapped in a pure white air, but at the tip of the sword, he saw
He reached a small gap, from which violent energy continued to flow.
Luofeng asked in surprise: "Qingfeng Sword?" As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a restless fire in his body. Before he could cast a spell to suppress it, a long red sword flew out of his body, which was the Phantom Wind Divine Sword.
The two swords were horizontal in the air, one cold and one hot, one yin and one yang, absorbing and supplementing the airflow emanating from each other, making the entire store increasingly depressing.
"Qingfeng and Huanfeng come from the same family. They were made from meteorite iron one day ago. And this meteorite iron is the treasure of the Qinglong clan, the four-elephant sacred beast. Due to an accident, it fell into the mortal world." Murong Feng will be thirty.
For three days, the incident of meeting Qinglong was told to everyone one by one, but this talk lasted most of the day.
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It's night, the moon is cold in the water, and a dim silver glow shines on the white snow of Lingxiao Valley, which looks exceptionally clear. The long pavilion sings an elegy, and the pity people are drunk alone. The white clothes flow like snow, and the crisp fragrance of Mo Lingxue flows.
On my shoulders, there is a hint of the first snowfall after autumn, and the scent of green wood, tightly enveloping the unforgettable feelings in my heart.
At this moment, she was drunk. Although she had cultivated her body to the highest level, the cool air from the late autumn snow had already penetrated deep into her bones. A faint crystal runny liquid flowed from her pink nostrils. She didn't know whether it was because her nostrils had been blocked for a long time or the biting cold air kept waking her up again and again.
A dreamy fantasy.
"Brother Feng...why did you lie to me...I don't blame you, please don't drive me away, okay?" The idiot's dream was repeated over and over again like this.
The night is deep and the snow is white. Every household in the valley has already turned off the lights and is asleep. There is a lone moon in the sky but no stars. Just like the beautiful woman in the pavilion, there is only a feeling of lovesickness but no deep love.
The distant mountains were hazy, and the world was silent. A sound of footsteps slowly came from the foot of the mountain, but Mo Lingxue never heard it, because she was already drunk, and wine can make people numb. At this moment, she just wanted to use alcohol and immerse herself in sleep.
Never wake up. The sound of footsteps gradually approached, and the person who came was Mo Qingqing, holding a fine fox fur jacket in his hand.
After not seeing each other for many years, Mo Qingqing looked even older, with wrinkles all over his face, a sign that his cultivation had not broken through for a long time and that he was dying. With trembling hands, he put the leather jacket on Mo Lingxue's shoulders.
Suddenly woke up.
"Brother Feng, Brother Feng!"
Mo Wuqing clasped her ice-like hands tightly: "Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue."
"Master, it turns out it's you..." Her mood suddenly fell to the lowest point, and she no longer had the slightest strength she had when she screamed.
Mo Qingqing sighed in various ways. After all, he had known about this for a long time and had been hiding it from her. He had long known that this day would come, but he never expected that this day would come so quickly: "Xiaoxue, go back and rest.
Even if you are a saint, it will be difficult for you to withstand the cold air of late autumn."
"No, I want to have a quiet moment here. Master, please take a rest early and leave me alone." Mo Lingxue turned her head and looked at the frosty wine in the cup, grabbed it and took a sip into her throat. The spicy and spicy taste of the wine
The coldness of the frost continued to stimulate the scars in her heart, making it even more unbearable.
Finally, a drop of clear tear flowed from her eyes, but it had already frozen into ice before it crossed her cheek.
Mo Qingqing said: "Xiaoxue, I'm sorry, I feel ashamed to be your teacher..."
She smiled sadly: "Master, Murong Tianzun is the Nine-Five Lord and the Lord of Sexuality. As a common man, how can I compare with him even though I have some low magic power? Master is not wrong, but Xiaoxue is wrong.
Master, please go back."
Mo Qingqing felt helpless and speechless, and after a while he said: "In the past few days, I heard that Murong Tianzun was going to practice some kind of Kaitian Formation, saying that it was for the safety of the six realms to fight Ying Ye, and it was said that this formation could lead to a narrow escape from death.
If you have time, take the time to take a look. People cannot be resurrected after death. If Tianzun is unfortunately destroyed in the formation this time, he will never be able to meet again."
Mo Lingxue was startled: "What? A narrow escape from death? Brother Feng!" Her tone of voice suddenly became urgent, but slowly weakened in the wind and snow: "Haha, Murong Tianzun is blessed with great fortune, how could he be destroyed in the formation? He
He has severed the friendship between master and disciple and said that I will not be allowed to enter the heaven again. Whether he is alive or dead, what does it have to do with me? Wouldn't it be funny for me to go see him?" After saying this, he laughed at himself twice and stopped talking.
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Mo Wuqing shook his head, turned around and walked down the mountain, singing vaguely: "I am happy and happy, don't be sentimental because of Qing Wu." The lingering sound lingered around the valley and could not be heard for a long time.
"Mo Yin is ruthless and sentimental... So is it ruthless or sentimental?" Mo Lingxue shook her head, drank another glass of cold wine, and fell asleep.
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Let's talk about the Heaven Realm. Murong Feng informed everyone that the Qingfeng and Huanfeng swords contained the four elements of the sky, but he came up with a very risky method. If this method is successful, it will kill two birds with one stone, and it can defeat Yingye.
A large army can maintain peace in the six realms. But if it fails, life and death in the six realms will be difficult to estimate.
It turns out that after everyone's discussion, everything in the heavens and the world must follow the fate of heaven. The four elements of the sky can be sealed by the ancestral dragon of the Qinglong tribe and the chaos divine iron, so there must be a sword protection formation.
There are rules to follow. If you can understand the mystery of the magic circle in the two swords and repair and re-knit them, not only can you prevent the elements from leaking, but you may also have unexpected uses.
It is no longer a problem to use this formation to decisively fight Ying Ye. However, if you don’t know the evil and good in the sword, you will live a life of nine deaths and the future is unpredictable. After repeated discussions among the saints, Murong Feng stepped forward and took the initiative to enter the sword to comprehend.
He also said: If you don't go out for ten days, then each of you will return to the world and seek more blessings for yourself.
Then he spent another night, taking the seven or forty-nine Supreme Divine Pills that Wu Qingqing brought from him, and successively sacrificed blood to four holy objects, green dragon scales, white tiger mane, red bird feathers, and Xuanwu armor. Overnight, in the bedroom,
Colorful clouds gathered all around, and purple light overflowed. The next morning, Murong Feng returned from a spiritual trip, and after a brief examination of himself, he found that his cultivation had reached the third level of the Holy King's Wutian Realm, the Desireless Heaven.
The wind and clouds are gathering, the sky and the earth are unclear, and the climate is still the same as yesterday, with gloomy clouds and mist. Occasionally, white cranes fly through the fog, and they are listless, losing their former fairy spirit. In the golden palace, everyone is sitting around, closing their eyes and saying nothing, and the atmosphere is even more solemn.
Noon is approaching, and Murong Feng is about to enter the sword-seeking formation.
Finally the time was announced and the Immortal Official's light voice echoed across the sea of clouds: "Noon has arrived!"
Murong Feng opened his eyes loudly: "At noon, the yang energy in the world is the strongest. The two swords of Qingfeng and Huanfeng are one yin and one yang. This is the time when the yin energy of the Qingfeng Sword is the smallest. Wait for me to enter the sword and break the formation!"
After finishing speaking, he stamped his feet on the futon and stood up, turning into a cloud of green smoke and getting into the Qingfeng Sword.
At the same time, the Four Heavenly Lords and the Five Saint Lords of Luofeng were respectively seated in the Five Elements directions. Each of them shot out a ray of light from their hands and formed a Five Elements Qi Gathering Formation to quickly gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The two swords enveloped them and howled softly.
The Qingfeng Sword was originally Murong Feng's natal magic weapon, and its context is very familiar. But this time, it has changed drastically. In the past, Xiao Qing's transformed sword soul practitioner could be seen coming to greet him, but this time the surroundings were in chaos.
It was like a deep mist, with a few dark clouds lingering, miserable winds blowing, and many ghosts and shadows.
"Xiao Qing? Xiao Qing?" Murong Feng shouted loudly, but no one answered, not even an echo.
"The Kaitian Magic Formation is indeed extraordinary. It is located in a vast area, so it may not be able to be broken by force." Murong Feng thought about it, and suddenly an idea flashed: "Since it is to imprison the four elements of the Kaitian, it must be with the Four Symbol Saints.
Things complement each other." As he said this, he sacrificed the four spiritual objects, and sure enough, shrouded in light mist, the white tiger's mane on the left seemed to be slightly reflected, pulling Murong Feng forward.