"Eight hundred years ago, the Tianhuang Wu clan was in civil strife. Several Wu clan tribes defected from the ancestral court and fled to the wilderness. One of them was the Zhi clan."
Emperor Xuhe spoke unhurriedly, with a clear and soft voice, "The Zhi clan was one of the four ancient witch spirit clans of the witch clan at that time. The tribe had extraordinary strength and was in charge of the hidden cicada in the south. According to current verification, in
During the long escape, the Zhi family suffered heavy losses, and finally settled on the wild Bailing Mountain. Now it has long since declined, with a population of only a few hundred, and the strongest sorcerer in the village is only at the peak of Qi refining..." p>
"So?" Xiao Yehe interrupted the other party's narration and looked at the young Wu clan man, his eyes like an unfathomable ice pool. "So you think this landslide is purely a natural disaster, beyond the reach of human beings, and it has nothing to do with the support of the people."
The tribe has nothing to do with it?"
Emperor Xuhe lowered his head and avoided the sharp gaze of the other party. This is a natural rule. Foreigners are not allowed to look directly at the noble Yu clan. Even if he is the servant of Prime Minister He Shiye, he must still abide by this order.
"It may not have anything to do with the Zhi clan." Di Xu and Mo Ran shook their heads for a moment, "We have sent special personnel to investigate. The mountains in this area are solid, the underground crust is very stable, and there is no poisonous flames of magma. There was no such thing in those days.
The possibility of natural disasters due to heavy rains and torrents is extremely small."
Xiao Yehe asked: "What do you mean, is it for people?"
Emperor Xuhe looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose. He still looked gentle and obedient: "Mostly it's man-made."
Xiao Yehe's eyes were still fixed on Di Xuhe, as if Ye Xiao was staring at the prey under his claws, not letting go of any subtle expression change on the other person's face: "What do you think is artificial?"
"The first possibility is that this mountain was destroyed by a master who was at the peak of Lianxu Hedao cultivation. According to our reports, the human race Yan Chulang, one of the top ten masters in the world, traveled through the wilderness during that period." Emperor
Xu He replied, "But on the surface, Yan Jinglang has nothing to do with the Wu clan. Even if there is a grudge, annihilating the clan is enough. There is no need to destroy the mountain. So this possibility is slim."
"As for the second possibility, it is to activate the formation to cause a landslide." Di Xuhe continued, "Whether it is the Yu Clan's Ten Thousand Sword Juesheng Formation, or the Human Clan's Taoist Sect's Xuanfei Heaven and Earth Formation, or the Shenxiao Thunder Punishment Formation.
, the Yin and Yang inversion Qi formation, the Tiangang Earth Evil formation, or the eight formations of the Wu clan are enough to cause Bailing Mountain to collapse."
He raised his head and glanced at the expressionless Xiao Yehe, while secretly guessing the other party's thoughts, he explained: "Since it concerns the Zhi clan of the Wu clan, the Eighth Formation Diagram is the most likely. Back then, the Zhi clan defected from the ancestral court.
, took away a large number of precious classics, including the Eight Arrays."
Xiao Yehe's eyes flashed: "Then why did the Zhi family use formations to collapse this mountain?"
Emperor Xuhe muttered: "Maybe he encountered a strong enemy and had to launch a formation to use the landslide to kill the enemy. That night, a Ma Hua group came to Bailing Mountain. Once the two sides collided, the fallen branch might not be Ma Hua.
opponent."
"But in these ruins, I can't find any bones or remains. Whether it's Ma Hua's body or Zhi's." Xiao Yehe's eyes pierced his face, "Can you tell me why?"
"Please allow me to investigate more carefully, sir." Emperor Xuhe bowed and said. He walked slowly on the collapsed rocks, squatting down from time to time and making dazzling witch clan secret magic handprints with his fingers, making the air tremble. The wave shadow of Mo Lake.
After a while, Emperor Xuhe stopped and stood silently, as if lost in thought. The mountain wind blew his long silver temples and fluttered in front of his eyes. Even the bright and white sunlight could not penetrate the roots of his hair. of black.
"Tell me your answer." Xiao Yehe looked deeply at Di Xuhe. He did not believe in foreign races. Even though under the guidance of He Shiye for many years, a large number of the younger generation of the Wu tribe admired the elegant and luxurious style of the Yu tribe. He devoted himself to the upper Yu clan and became a loyal hawk and dog, but he still did not trust them.
He only believes that "those who are not of my race must have different hearts!"
"Tell me your answer!" Xiao Yehe repeated.
The surrounding air seemed to have solidified, and the scorching sunshine seemed to be filled with a deep chill in an instant. The kneeling Ma Hua and others moved their numb knees uneasily.
"Blood sacrifice." Di Xuhe was silent for a while and said slowly, "The ritual of blood sacrifice may have been performed here."
"Sacrifice blood to heaven and earth to become a witch spirit?" Xiao Yehe's bone-chilling voice sounded faintly.
On the Zhangshui River, the sound of swords roaring was like the rapid whistling of the wind.
The green sword light bloomed from Zhikarima's hand, like the wind sweeping away in all directions.
The picture of bamboo folded by the cold wind also blooms infinitely on the Taishang Heart Mirror. Thousands of bamboo leaves are swaying, as if they extend into the real world, and coincide with the attacks in the sky one by one, forming a mysterious vision that blends reality and reality.
"Huh?" Lu Yizhu whispered softly and put down the wine cup. Many guests looked surprised and watched the unpredictable sword light. It first extinguished the lunar light, then released the ice sword energy, and then cut off the peach blossoms. The miasma then intercepted the dense spear darts...
"There is such a swordsmanship in the world..." Su Jiuqi emerged from the crack in the void and sighed, "Hurry up and you will be as handsome as me."
Ji Kang's disciples were surprised and delighted, and accelerated their boats to arrive. "It's a bit like Jiang Yan's brother's swordsmanship!" Ji Kang murmured to himself, could it be that Yuan An had obtained Jiang Yan's true biography?
The green sword light turned as desired, leaping invisible, sometimes hard and soft, high and low. The series of movements seemed to be done in one go, in no particular order, just like the wind from the sky blowing across the earth. Although it was invisible and shadowless, everything The bamboo leaves are all bending and shaking at the same time.
Zhikarizhen's figure is also like a gust of wind, following the sword light, looking forward and suddenly behind, moving back and forth in the small area of the dragon boat, erratic, breaking through the attacks one after another. .
The secrets of the Broken Branches in the Cold Wind continue to flow into Zhi Shouzhen's heart, and he understands them one by one. Compared with the basic swordsmanship of Jiang Yanxue's Night Palace Banquet, the Broken Branches in the Cold Wind is a more advanced and profound swordsmanship. It is not
He does not pursue the powerful power of sword energy, but completely sublimates his skills and makes extremely delicate changes, taking the path of "skills advance beyond Tao".
Therefore, Zhikarizhen can rely on the cultivation of Qi to return to the spirit, and use pure changes in skills to resolve the attacks of the crowd, completing the miracle of using the weak to defeat the strong.
Even so, the sword fetus in his body was still shaken to the point of turbulence, his energy and blood surged, and his vision turned black. The white-bone dragon boat was also shaken wildly, almost toppling over.
"Everyone should stand shoulder to shoulder, he won't last long!" "Everyone surround us, keep fighting, don't stop!" Even though they were frightened by Zhikari's miraculous swordsmanship, the monks showed no mercy and attacked in endlessly, like a wave.
The tsunami, which was higher than a wave, came one after another.
White waves crackled on the river, and the dragon boats rushed towards Zhikarizhen like a pack of wolves.
"This boy's swordsmanship is too evil." Qinglong looked gloomy and shouted: "Let's go up too, don't let the boat capsize in the gutter."
A shadow suddenly passed over Zhikarizhen's dragon boat. The mechanical iron eagle flapped its wings from a distance and aimed at Zhikarizhen. It opened its mouth and spat out a thin dark purple light. However, it was cleverly moved by the silk bamboo sword and refracted towards the rear.
The ultimate blade.
However, Zhikarima's wrist felt slightly numb. The moment the long sword touched the thin purple light, a subtle feeling came from Taishang's Heart Mirror Note.
This is the power of the same root!
Zhi Kaizhen's eyes flashed, and he didn't have time to think about it. He jumped out of the boat and rushed out with the light of his sword!