Yun Tianhe and his entourage returned to Qionghua with Chu Hanjing. It took only one day for them to go back. The good-looking Divine Sword Qionghua Peak was surrounded by a group of monks, but it was Kunlun Zhengdao who was coming to conquer the fantasy world. These monks
There are many old people in it
Real people have great skills. Now Qionghua is a young disciple. How can they stop it? So the people came straight to Juanyuntai. Fortunately, the demon world is protected by the innate candle dragon formation. These righteous evil demons have no way to get in. They are now stationed in Qionghua.
The rumblings are endless.
"Why do you Qionghua disciples protect monsters?"
"Earlier, the sword energy was soaring into the sky, but which real person from your sect has made great progress?"
"Who set up the passage between the two realms?"
The monks surrounded Qionghua's disciples and asked them politely, which scared several young children to tears.
Four rainbow lights suddenly appeared on the horizon, and the compelling sword spirit broke through the floating clouds. The mist of Kunlun, which was thousands of miles away, disappeared for a while, and the evening sunset fell on the continuous snow peaks, reflecting a brilliant golden dragon. The Righteous Way
The faces of the cultivators must have been ugly, and they were all ready. When the rainbow light fell to the ground, five figures were revealed.
The leading Sword Immortal in white was very handsome. He glanced around with his eyes open. Everyone's eyes were attracted to him and they couldn't leave his figure for a moment, as if this person was the center of the universe, not Zhou Tianzhu.
"But Taoist Fellow Yuntianhe!" said the master of the Langfeng Sect, Master Xuchen, who had been acquainted with Yun Tianhe for a long time. At this time, he was also secretly amazed by the magnanimity and power of the sword immortal in white.
Yun Tianhe knew that he was not sociable, so he just nodded slightly.
Murong Ziying took two steps forward, and everyone looked at him unconsciously. They saw that he was wearing a Qionghua sect leader's robe and carrying a sword box on his back. Although his appearance was young, he was handsome and graceful, and he seemed to have great energy.
Those who have perfected their merits and are first-rate masters will not dare to look down upon them.
"Comrades, why did you occupy my Qionghua station for no reason, but you bully no one in Qionghua?"
"Qionghua is originally the authentic sect of Kunlun. We and the other eight sects are of the same spirit and have the same friendship with each other. We have always been respectful and cautious. How can we bully no one in the noble sect? However, I dare to ask some of you, why is the demon star hanging so high here? In front of you.
Soon there will be monsters coming in and out of here. Can you give me an explanation?" The speaker was an elder of the Kunlun Sect.
Murong Ziying's expression was cold and solemn, "The Kunlun Qionghua in the past no longer exists. Now there is only the Qionghua Peak of the Divine Sword Sect. This place is owned by our Divine Sword Sect, and that star is also one of the locations of our Divine Sword Sect, but
I don’t need you to bother to explore further.”
As soon as this statement came out, all the practitioners were in an uproar.
At this time, Yun Tianhe said with a naive smile, "It's good that you guys are here. I originally planned to finish Xuan Xiao's affairs in a few days and then go find you."
"Why did you say this?"
"I think there are too many Kunlun Eight Sects."
"How much is appropriate?" The group of cultivators were so intimidated by this man's swordsmanship that they did not dare to contradict him for a while.
The white-robed swordsman raised a finger and said, "Kunlun has only one Divine Sword Sect."
Han Lingsha didn't care about the monks clamoring, she quietly asked Yun Tianhe, "What do you think?"
Yun Tianhe scratched his head, "I have carefully thought about what dad said. If I want to do something big, I need a lot of helpers. The Eight Kunlun Sects can be my helpers."
"Are you going to force them to join the Divine Sword Sect?"
"No, I want to teach them the Divine Sword Sect."
Han Lingsha was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "I see, Tianhe, you have become smarter."
The Divine Sword Sect has never been a sect, it is a concept and a heritage. So Yun Tianhe can teach the Divine Sword Sect to others.
Those who receive my divine sword must enter this door.
The sunset in Kunlun is getting brighter and brighter. When the sun sets and night covers the world, a second sun rises among the vast mountains, stretching, hazy and bright, like the morning glow.
Later generations recorded that the master of the Divine Sword Sect challenged the seven Kunlun sects, and defeated all the immortals in one night with only one sword.
If there is history in the spiritual world, then before and after the sun rises on this day, there are two eras, separated by a man who looks like the sun.
There is no single enemy under Yuntianhe's sword. The practitioners in Kunlun do not want to admit that there are such amazing swordsmen and such invincible people in the world.
"Impossible! How can there be such a swordsmanship in the world?!" The leader of Tianyong City covered the sword wound on his waist and abdomen, fell to the ground, his heart was filled with despair, and was surrounded by the wailing disciples of Tianyong City.
The air in Kunlun before sunrise is extremely cold.
The swordsman in white opposite him had a hearty smile, "Want to learn? I'll teach you."
"You... we, Tianyong City, are the authentic sect of the heavenly realm and will never change our sect! If you want to kill me, then kill me. Why do you need to bully me with words?"
The man shook his head, "I didn't ask you to change anything. I'm just here to teach you something. I'm afraid you won't agree, so I'll have a fight first. Now that you know how good I am, you're always willing to learn, right?" He said, pulling out of his arms.
Throwing out three brand new books, "Here, study hard. I will come see you again in a few months."
"You! Don't leave! Fight to the death!" The leader vomited a mouthful of blood and fainted from anger.
The sword rainbow on the horizon has disappeared. Yuntianhe returned to Qionghua and smiled at his companions, "The last family has also been there."
Murong Ziying nodded, "In that case, at noon today, let's take Uncle Xuan Xiao out of the forbidden area. It's time to bring that war to an end."
After learning the news, Qionghua's disciples and the Dream Tapir clan from the demon world gathered at Juanyuntai.
Xuan Xiao may not have thought that his ending would be like this.
The Master of the Water and Sky Sword cut off his connection with the Xihe Sword, dissipating all his years of hard training and the blazing sun flames in his body. He looked at the people and monsters with different expressions in the audience.
, letting out a desolate laugh.
"Three generations of my Qionghua family have worked hard and hoped for ascension, but now they are all dead in the hands of you, Murong! The disciples of the younger generations do not want to take revenge, but join forces with the monsters and thieves! The ancestors of all generations have spirits in the sky! You should shed tears!"
His hair turned completely white in an instant, and he became extremely old.
A certain disciple unfolded the verdict and read aloud: "Xuan Xiao, the former disciple of Qionghua, was the sword master of Xihe and one of the culprits of the war in the demon world. Due to his foolish loyalty, he was deceived by the twenty-fourth generation master Taiqing.
Another nineteen years of mystery
He was sent to the Ice Prison, so his crime was reduced. Today, as witnessed by the disciples of Qionghua and the demons in the Huanjing Realm, the verdict is hereby that his cultivation will be abolished, Xie Xihe Jian will be banned from serving as the master of Qionghua Peak for life, and he will not be allowed to step out of Qingfeng Stream.
Do you have any objections?"
"It's better to be a king than to be a bandit. Now I am a prisoner and my skills have been lost. Why do you have to show off? Why don't you just kill Xuan Xiao here! If I regain my cultivation, I will definitely avenge today's humiliation and bring order to the chaos!
At that time, everyone’s heads will be taken as sacrifices to Martyr Qionghua!”
"There is no objection..." The disciple was waiting for the verdict.
"That's inappropriate!" At this time, Demon Lord Chanyou was dissatisfied, "This man killed hundreds of demons of our clan back then, and he should be punished according to his crime!"
Murong Ziying handed over her hand and said, "Fellow Taoist Chanyou, this verdict was reached through negotiation between us. Why do you regret it now?"
Xuan Xiao laughed, "You're afraid! You're afraid that I will regain my power and kill all of you monsters!"
Chan You said in a cold voice: "This man is stubborn and stubborn. If he is left in the world, he will only commit more crimes. It is better to eliminate him as soon as possible."
Murong Ziying turned her head and glanced at Xuan Xiao.
Today, the wind on the Cirrus Cloud Terrace is very strong and gentle. The broad airflow is not urgent. It is like a breath from the Kunlun Mountains, like the melodious aftertaste of a bell, and Xuan Xiao's pale hair is flying in the wind.
, the high-spirited monk is now more decayed than the ancient man, his eyes no longer burst with vitality and divine light, and the turbid eyeballs are burning with the anger of vicissitudes of life.
"He is old."
Once these words came out, there was no objection in the demon world.
The verdict was quickly over. After everyone left and the silence returned to the Juanyun Platform, Yuntianhe raised his head and looked at the sky. The sun was moving around the sky non-stop. He suddenly asked, "When is the sun in the middle of the sky?"
"
Liu Mengli also looked up and said softly: "Since the sun moves around, there is always a moment in the middle of the day. Even if it is so short, as long as the sun is tilted in the sky, there must be a center.
, if it is not in the center, how can we say it is skewed?”
Yun Tianhe nodded, "That's exactly it. So that's it."
"Master Yun seems to understand something?"
"Yeah, I understand a little bit." The savage touched his head and smiled, "I wish I had understood earlier. Life and death are such a thing. After death, ghosts become ghosts, and ghosts reincarnate. When does it matter?
What about death? In the ghost world, I have seen many ghosts like my father who remain sane. I think that becoming a ghost does not mean death. With our cultivation, even if the body decays, the ghost can remain after death.
In this world, isn’t this eternal life?”
Liu Mengli said in a daze: "Tianhe, do you care about eternal life?"
"No, I don't care. What I care about is death." Yun Tianhe looked at the sky, "Because of the ghost world and reincarnation, everyone and every demon is actually immortal. We already know this. As long as the soul is immortal,
can come back. So the king of hell and others can control people's fate, because the ghosts after death have them
Determined destination. Do good deeds in life, and be reborn in the next life. Dig graves in life, and do hard labor after death. Because no one really dies, so a hundred years of life is just like Huang Liang's dream. Those high gods can make people experience prosperity and wealth.
It can also destroy people's lives overnight. This is their way of heaven."
Liu Mengli's eyes showed surprise and uneasiness, "Then what do you want to do?"
Yun Tianhe stretched out his hand and pressed his palms towards the six realms, "I want to break the cycle of reincarnation so that all living things can truly die."
As soon as these words came out, the sky was clear and the sky was thundering!
Dark clouds came from all directions, surrounding Kunlun in a radius of two thousand miles. The sky was dark, and only the rushing thunder illuminated the mountains palely.
The expression of the sword fairy in white did not change, "The sins of the past life and the debts of this life do not need to be repaid in the next life. The new people and monsters can live the lives they want freely. I will teach them the sword skills again so that they can have
With strength and ability, you can have enough to eat, be happy, and be able to fight back against bad people.”
Liu Mengli sighed softly, "Tianhe, look, God is angry."
"Well, it doesn't dare to hit me." Yun Tianhe raised his head, as if he was looking at the Great Heavenly Lord above the nine heavens, "because he knows what I will do."
At some point, Han Lingsha and Murong Ziying also stood behind Yun Tianhe. The four of them, the four divine sword sects, looked up at the sky together, and the black clouds two thousand miles away quietly dispersed.
Han Lingsha asked, "Tianhe, when do you plan to take action?"
"With our power, after thirty years of cultivation, there will be no rivals in the Six Realms." Murong Ziying stroked the sword box behind her and spoke calmly.
Yun Tianhe pondered for a moment and shook his head, "The waves are going to hit the sky. This sea is wider than the sky."
Everyone smiled and said, "Then make the sea first. Make it wider than the sky."
…
Whose world was it four hundred years ago?
Civil servants and military generals said that this is the emperor's world.
The witches and gods said that this is the world of gods.
Practitioners say this is the world of the Divine Sword Sect.
The emperor's world must be found in the capital city. The immortal world must be found in the divine world. The world of the Divine Sword Sect can be found in Kunlun.
So whose world is it now?
The people of the world say that this is the world of the people of the world.
…
As time goes by, heroes and beauties will eventually grow old. All things have feelings, but time spares no one.
Three hundred years have passed since the master of the Divine Sword Sect raised Qionghua Peak with his supreme magic power, sealed the Kunlun Immortal Road, and established the ultimate heavenly power. The four Divine Sword Sects, once famous in the six realms, have become distant legends.
Later generations were chasing their backs, but their traces were elusive and no one saw them again.
Over the past three hundred years, the world has been turbulent. The new generation is also using the divine sword method to earn its own reputation. There are new legends every day, just like the tide that will not stop, and the ancient stories are also hidden in the thick sea.
In the dust and sand.
In Yuzhou City, Jingtian, the young boy from Yong'an, was sleeping soundly, but the scene in his dream was not pleasant. What he dreamed about was not riding a sword and riding the wind freely. He was flying into the sky on a branch for the first time since he was ten years old.
, this feeling of freedom always makes him happy; what he dreamed about was not the famous one in Yuzhou
The lotus leaf chicken is so fragrant that a chicken bone still tastes good after chewing it for a long time; what he dreamed about has nothing to do with all the simple experiences in the past nineteen years of his life, but rather like hearing about it in a storyteller's fairy tale.
Those strange sights, but he had never seen these scenes, so how could he imagine them?
He dreamed that the distant sky in the ghost world was as gray as an old mirror. Billions of ghost soldiers on the earth were holding axes and axes, rushing like glaciers. Countless flags and ten large banners were held high, and the flags were torn apart in the cold wind.
They must be straight, their fighting spirit is fierce, but the ancient enemy has not yet appeared.
He dreamed that blood rivers, weak water and yellow springs flowed on the earth, huge waves surged into the sky, angry storms, countless ghosts crossed the desolate Naihe Bridge on the Forgotten River, and the Well of Samsara was already overcrowded, and the stacked ghosts were like mountains.
He dreamed that the Eighteen Hells were shattered, evil spirits roared, devouring Ksitigarbha's flesh and blood, and the compassionate Bodhisattva was ten thousand feet tall. At this time, his eyes were slightly open, his breath was dying, and the demons were screaming viciously on his mountain-like body.
Countless weird and grand scenes are so real in dreams, it's like those forgotten memories reappeared. A flash of light broke the mystery in the womb. All the drastic changes that have happened in the ghost world, and may also be happening now.
Jingtian was stunned. This was a nightmare. He was shivering on the bed and sweating profusely.
He was up and down, up and down in his dream. After seeing many terrible things, he found that he had also become a ghost and was running across the earth quickly. When he passed through the army of hundreds of millions of ghost soldiers,
Formation, they will all make way for a wide road, allowing him to fly across the wasteland and three ancient rivers. The souls crowded on the Naihe Bridge are in a hurry, even if they fall into the River of Forgetfulness, they must clear the way.
.
So he ran like this, across the eighteen hells, under the gaze of the bloody Ksitigarbha and the greedy demons, across the ten halls of Yama, under the gaze of the iron-faced judge of Hell, across the plain where Manjushuahua bloomed
, looking up at the lost soul, all the way to the well of reincarnation.
All the ghosts looked at him, their eyes full of hope.
A woman's voice said to him: "Fei Peng, you are our hope. Don't fail!"
"Don't fail!" the ghosts roared.
"Don't fail!!"
Sedum saw the endless ghosts surrounding him, and he couldn't tell whether the eyes were pleading or cruel. He felt that he was going to be frightened, but in the dream he was very calm. He looked at the sealed Well of Samsara and the purple color of the Ganges River sand.
The talismans flowed like a thick piece of cloth covering the mouth of the well.
All ghosts who want to reincarnate are blocked by this piece of cloth, and they cannot break it despite all their efforts.
What can Sedum do?
"We'll help you!"
"We will help you!! Use Terudou Kensama! Divine Sword!"
Billions of ghosts wailed, and they desperately attacked the seal at the wellhead. The power of a single ghost was of no use at all. The vigorous attack would only make it disappear, but the mighty ghost tide made the wellhead as solid as the world itself
The seal dimmed slightly.
Jingtian stared at the mouth of the well, and an idea suddenly came to his mind: there was a flaw.
There are no absolutes in the world, it is God's will, so there are loopholes in this terrible seal. In his dream, he also noticed that after the seal was weakened, something shorter than an instant, shorter than a heartbeat, appeared, which was almost impossible to capture.
opportunity.
But he caught it, and suddenly he jumped into a brilliant silver sword light, traveling between heaven and earth like a fish. The sword light, which was smaller than the tip of a needle, penetrated from the gap, carrying Sedum's soul, and fell into the deep well of reincarnation.
The well was also filled with purple talismans. They adhered to Jingtian's body like dust, making him feel heavier and heavier.
The cries and screams of all ghosts that came from the well have disappeared.
The only voice left was the woman's voice, getting weaker and weaker: "Feipeng, don't fail! You are the last chance for the six realms! You must..."
The rapid falling sensation made Jingtian shiver and wake him up.
He sat up blankly. The night in Yong'an was ordinary and cool, no different from the thousands of nights in the past.
Jingtian scratched his head. The strange dream just now made him sleepless. The situation in the dream was slightly blurred, but it did not disappear and be forgotten like a real dream. He remembered everything about the ghost world clearly. This made him worried.
Uneasy. The young man working in Yong'an doesn't have any ambitions. To earn some money and marry a wife, it would be best to own Yong'an and become the shopkeeper himself, and then live leisurely like this.
There are too many powerful people in the world these days. From an eighty-year-old woman to a seven-year-old child, they may all be masters of swordsmanship. The wild dogs on the roadside may be monsters who have accomplished spiritual practice. Sedum consciously put "
"Sixteen Yuloudong True Jue" has been practiced well, in swordsmanship
He is a young hero who has achieved a little success in his career and is quite famous in a few nearby streets. But in this small city of Yuzhou, there are few people who are more powerful than him, let alone the world's heroes like the crucian carp crossing the river.
.What does he, a young man in the pawn shop appraisal business, think about?
Neither up nor down, neither good nor bad, no surprises, no dangers, no disasters and no illnesses, this is the life pursuit of young man Jingtian.
As for the legends of Jianghu, which lasted for thousands of generations, shocked the past and brought light to the present, and were heroic heroes for a lifetime, just think about it, but don't let yourself encounter it.
The young boy Jingtian squatted on the bed and scratched his head. He now seriously suspected that he was a reincarnated person.
Ever since Qin Xian Liu Mengli sealed off the ghost world, there has been no reincarnation in this world for more than 300 years. Thinking back to more than 400 years ago, the master of the Divine Sword Sect threatened to cut off reincarnation and break the fate of all living beings. This is also the case for all inherited Divine Sword sects.
It is a purpose recognized by practitioners, and such a monstrous feat is actually successful. This is truly going against the will of heaven, and he is worthy of the reputation of being the number one madman in the world.
In the past three hundred years, the souls of the new creatures in the human world, including humans, beasts and demons, are all nourished by the power of the Nine Springs. The reincarnation book is pure and clear. There is no previous life, and there will be no afterlife. After death,
His soul was shattered and everything returned to heaven and earth.
Nowadays, no one talks about fate and reincarnation anymore, because fate is determined by one's own hands, and life and death are guarded by the sword in the palm. What the gods say doesn't count, what the King of Hell says doesn't count, and what the emperor says doesn't count!
When Jingtian thought that he was carrying the so-called last hope of the Six Realms, he began to retreat.
But for a person like him, destiny is like an iron law and cannot be easily escaped. It is even more useless to retreat and escape.
Just when the young boy Jingtian was suspicious, the window of the side room suddenly opened, and a girl in red flew in from outside the room. She landed silently, obviously she had learned excellent Qinggong martial arts. After entering the room, the girl looked around, and it was pitch black inside.
, suddenly saw a figure squatting beside the bed, with a pair of bright eyes shining, just looking at her silently.
"Ah! Ghost!" the female thief shouted, and quickly threw a handful of poisonous caltrops at Sedum.
Seeing this, Jingtian pulled up the quilt and shook it. Infused with inner energy, this thin quilt was as tough as wire cloth. He rolled it up and caught all the hidden weapons.
"Hey, little thief! Who are you!" Jingtian took the iron sword beside the bed in his hand, and stood in front of the girl in a flash. He was a good-tempered man. He was not angry when he was attacked unexpectedly, and his words were also full of meaning.
Three points of smile.
"Who is the little thief? Can you see clearly, does this lady look like a thief?" The girl cast a fire spell, and a big light appeared on her fingertips, illuminating the room brightly. Sedum looked up and down and saw that she was beautifully dressed.
, she didn’t cover her appearance, and she really didn’t look like an ordinary Liangshang gentleman. Moreover, with her bright eyes and pretty face, she was a very iconic girl, making people happy to see her.
"You are not a thief. How can a thief be ruthless when he sees his master? You are basically a robber!" Jingtian deliberately teased and pretended to be scared.
The girl was so angry that she punched him on the arm without using any force, but Jingtian pretended to cry out in pain.
"Stop making trouble and listen carefully. My surname is Tang and I am from Tangjiapu. This shabby pawn shop is the property of my Tang family, including the place where you live. It is also mine. If I go back to my own home, can I be considered a thief?
"
Jingtian winced and said, "You are talking nonsense, how can you prove that you are from the Tang family?"
Miss Tang smiled brightly, "What are you talking about? How about I let you see the hidden weapons of my Tang family?"
"No, no, I've just seen it. What's the matter? Miss Tang came to visit late at night. What's the matter? You want to steal... uh no, what are you looking for? I'm helping, not bragging, Yong'an Dangli
I know everything very well and can find it with my eyes closed."
"Humph, I guess you know me." Miss Tang was joking with the young man, and she was quite happy in her heart. She immediately explained her purpose.
It turned out that she accidentally broke the lid of a purple clay teapot, which was a favorite of her grandfather. Miss Tang wanted to quietly come to Yong'an to find a matching teapot lid, so that she would not make her grandfather sad.
However, Jingtian said that the shapes of purple clay teapots are so varied that it is impossible to find the same lid. The only way to do this is to rely on his professional skills in the antiques industry to glue the broken lids back together.
The two quarreled frequently when talking. Miss Tang was impatient, and Jingtian was always arrogant. She kept talking one after another, and her inner thoughts were not known to the other party.
As he spoke, the heaven and earth suddenly shook, and the entire human world was shaken by this sudden impact. The continuous houses and pavilions in Yuzhou City made a terrifying loud noise, and thousands of households screamed in surprise.
The two people in the room even felt a terrifying aura coming from a distant place. They were panicked and unsteady on their feet. Jingtian couldn't help but fall towards Miss Tang, and she couldn't help but fall back.
At such a critical moment, the two of them looked at each other and saw each other's surprised expressions. Immediately, Jingtian felt the warm and soft body in his arms, and the delicate face that was approaching quickly in front of him.
Jingtian, the young boy, was afraid that he would ruin the innocence of the girl's family and be in trouble by the Tang family. He was frightened and quickly lowered his head, so he hit the eldest lady of the Tang family with a headbutt so hard that her nose bleeded.
This huge earthquake came suddenly and ended quickly. After a while, the shock subsided, Yuzhou returned to peace, and the small house in Yong'an was as quiet as death.
"Well..."
Jingtian raised his head tremblingly, only to see the murderous look in the girl's eyes.