From dawn in the morning to sunset, a day actually passes very quickly. But this day seems to be extremely long to everyone in Luochen Mountain. They truly understand what it means to live like a year.
It was approaching dusk, and there was no smoke rising from Luochen Mountain.
No one practiced cultivation. They were sitting on the big rock halfway up Luochen Mountain, staring at the sky in a daze. Everyone hoped that that familiar figure would appear in the sky, and then Kongkong and Miaomiao would jump on his shoulders and grab him.
The bearded man complained, and the others couldn't wait to eat his cooking.
But except for the flying birds, no shadows appeared in the sky. I was in a daze for the whole day. There was no wind halfway up the mountain, and the atmosphere was a bit depressing.
"I'll go out and look for it!" Mu Yu couldn't sit still any longer. He jumped down from the stone with an anxious look on his face.
"You're not allowed to go!" Lan Ling'er pulled Mu Yu, "We'll wait until Senior Brother and Uncle An come back."
The master should have come back a few days ago. The competition was over by then. The master said that he would return to the Luochen Sect immediately, while Mu Yu and Chengyan rushed to Fulong Mountain. But now they are back, but the master has not
There was no news, which made Mu Yu and Chengyan panic.
Normally, if the master did not come back, they would not worry at all. After all, the master's cultivation would not be at a disadvantage in the world of cultivation. But at this moment, there is a young man in red looking for him. That person even has to kneel down, Taoist Qingsong, the giant of cultivation in the world.
at his feet.
No one in the Moyun Mountains can resist the strength of the young man in red. He is looking for Jian Yingchenfeng, and Jian Yingchenfeng is his master. The master has disappeared for so many days without knowing it. How can we not make people worry?
"Elder brother and Uncle An should be back soon, don't worry." Xiang Nan said in a voice. He said this, but in fact he also wanted to find someone.
Waiting is painful and no one wants to wait.
Everyone already knew that the young man in red was looking for Jian Yingchenfeng. Except for Lan Ling'er, everyone else was shocked. No one in the Moyun Mountains could resist that man's strength. When they heard that Taoist Qingsong knelt down,
When they were at the young man's feet, they were also stunned.
"Miaomiao, Master will be fine, right?" Kongkong sat on the ground, drawing on the ground with a branch in his hand, but looking at the sky.
"Well! The master is so powerful, how could anything happen?" Miaomiao stopped making trouble with Kongkong. They didn't make trouble everywhere, but just sat there honestly. A powerful person may have captured the master. They liked it every day
If they stick to their master, if something happens to him, how can they be happy?
"If the young man in red catches Master, what will he do to Master?" Mu Yu thought about the possibility that he least wanted to see.
The master had never left without saying anything before, nor had he disappeared for so many days without any reason. When everything came together, he knew that the young man in red might have known that Feng Haochen was Jian Yingchenfeng.
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Mu Yu blamed himself a little. He and Chengyan should have accompanied the master back that day. But the master himself was also at the golden elixir stage. If the young man in red had determined that the master was Jian Yingchenfeng, with the strength of the three of them,
Can your cultivation level compete with that of the young man in red?
He doesn't know, it would be nice to even try it!
"Elder brother is back!" Kong Kong jumped up with sharp eyes.
Everyone stood up quickly and watched Cheng Yan's shadow in the sky getting bigger and bigger, and finally fell down, and everyone gathered around it.
"Is there any news?" Mu Yu asked eagerly.
Chengyan's expression was a little tired, and he shook his head: "I went to the Qingsong Sect to inquire quietly. The master is not there, and there is no trace of the master in the school. But I got a bad news."
"It's bad enough that the master is gone, what could be worse?" Mu Yu sat back on the stone again.
"Taoist Qingsong has entered the Nascent Soul stage. Their Qingsong sect will hold a celebration ceremony in a month. Invitations have been sent to all sects, and they will discuss together how to annihilate the Yumeng demon clan in Fulong Mountain." Cheng.
Yan said.
Has Taoist Qingsong really reached the Nascent Soul stage?
Except for Mu Yu, everyone else was shocked again. Yuanying Stage has always been a legendary existence to them. No one has ever seen it or thought about it. If they hadn't already known that the young man in red was Yuanying Stage
cultivators, and may even have captured the Master, they may not believe this.
"Other sects suffered such heavy losses in Fulong Mountain this time, will they be willing to participate?" Lan Ling'er asked.
"At the request of a strong person in the Nascent Soul stage, you have to participate even if you don't want to participate! The head of each sect has to be trembling in front of Taoist Qingsong. In the past, it was just a matter of being polite and considerate. After all, everyone is at the Golden Core stage. Now I am afraid that Taoist Qingsong will let everyone
The leader of the sect could even kneel down! Who dares to complain?" Mu Yu said in a deep voice.
Taoist Qingsong is not scary, but the young man in red behind Taoist Qingsong is scary!
What is the purpose of the young man in red spending so much time to help Taoist Qingsong break through the Nascent Soul stage? Even if he wants to find Jian Yingchenfeng through Taoist Qingsong, Taoist Qingsong in the Golden Elixir stage and Taoist Qingsong in the Yuanying stage are of no use to him.
Difference?
This is the question that Mu Yu has been thinking about, and it is also the most difficult to figure out. The old tree leader told him that the scattered spiritual power of the trapped immortal prison is not enough for a cultivator at the Golden Core stage to break through to the Nascent Soul stage. If the young man in red
If you want to help Taoist Qingsong break through to the Nascent Soul stage, you will inevitably pay some heavy prices. Are these costs really worth it?
"What should our sect do? Do we want to participate?" Xiang Nan asked.
A month later there will be a celebration ceremony. Taoist Qingsong wants everyone in the world to worship him as a god. Do they dare not to attend?
"Let's wait until Uncle An comes back to make a decision. I went to the Qingsong Sect just to inquire secretly. In fact, I can't find anything -"
Chengyan didn't say anything, and everyone knew in their hearts that although Chengyan had quietly gone to Qingsong Sect to inquire about it, he learned that all the sect leaders had returned a few days ago. But if the young man in red was doing it secretly, how could they find out?
come out?
Maybe the master is in a certain dungeon of the Qingsong Sect at this moment. The Qingsong Sect is so big and guarded by two Nascent Soul cultivators. How can they find anyone?
"I'm going to practice." Mu Yu suddenly stood up and flew towards the mountain without looking back.
Everyone looked at Mu Yu who suddenly left in shock, and then sighed heavily. If the master is in the Qingsong Sect, can they go to the Qingsong Sect to save people with their current strength?
The enemy is like the huge waves of the vast sea, and they are like a lonely boat under the huge waves. How to resist?
Strength! Only strength is the most important.
For several days, there was no news about Feng Haochen, and Luochen Mountain lost the joy and laughter of the past. Uncle An came back once a day, and then left. He did not give up looking for the leader. Chengyan followed him out, and everyone else was relieved.
Come to practice, their cultivation level is too low and they can't help at all.
In the past few days, Chengyan has brought some news. Because Taoist Qingsong has broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, the whole world of cultivation has exploded. This unprecedented event has forced everyone to pay attention. Even mortals who don’t know how to practice know Qingsong.
Taoists have become living gods.
Mu Yu practiced on Luochen Cliff without sleep or food, but his cultivation level did not improve at all. In fact, he could not deceive himself. The key to practicing Luochen Mind Technique was to keep the mind calm, but he couldn't calm down at all. He couldn't help it.
He was very anxious thinking about his master's current situation. His swordsmanship was unstable and disorganized.
So what if he has a tyrannical talent? So what if he is the so-called person who controls the war situation in the world? His strength is still so weak, anyone can kill him, not even his master can protect him.
Two split shadow swords separated in the air, and Mu Yu's body flashed and turned into two people, one holding a split shadow, the shadows under his feet evolved, the two figures were intertwined, the sword light was blazing, and the sword energy was
Vertically and horizontally, the spiritual energy that filled the sky spread out as if out of control, rolling up the leaves of the old banyan tree on Luochen Cliff, blowing them away, and turning them into powder.
"Ding!"
A red flying sword struck, and streaks of red light exploded, smashing one of Mu Yu's clones to pieces. The red flying sword was as gentle and unrestrained as endless flowing water, beating Mu Yu's figure back steadily.
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"I want to have a fight."
Lan Ling'er landed lightly in front of Mu Yu. The sword in her hand vibrated violently. Red light appeared everywhere, full of treasure. The sword body was flashed with light, soft and strong, from strong to soft. Her sword was named
Qingbing, the name is supposed to be a cold sword, but in Lan Linger's hands it is like a flame.
Mu Yu said nothing, and the cyan shadow had turned into a sword shadow that filled the sky, heading towards Lan Ling'er.
"The falling shadow is disillusioned"
Lan Ling'er's clear ice sword shadow rose into the sky, and the sword energy bloomed, as strong as a fire lotus. One sword turned into nine shadows, shaking out violent ripples of spiritual power in the air, shattering the sword shadows all over the sky, and the wood
Yu's body turned around, and the sword in his hand was already stabbing Lan Ling'er.
Lan Ling'er tilted her body, the tip of the sword turned slightly, and the flowing light was released, dispelling Mu Yu's endless sword energy. Her sword energy was both strong and soft, sometimes like cold gold and iron, sharp and domineering, sometimes like cotton.
Let other people's swords always fail to hit at full strength.
The master said that in the nine Luochen styles, different people will have different sword skills. How your heart is, your sword will be like.
Looking at Lan Ling'er's frown, Mu Yu suddenly understood that he was not the only one troubled by worries in this mountain. Everyone was concerned about the safety of the master. If everyone fell into impetuosity, who could do anything?
The most correct judgment?
Master said that cultivating immortality is about cultivating the heart, while Luochen swordsmanship emphasizes tranquility of mind.
Mu Yu took a deep breath, his heart slowly calmed down, and the shadow no longer trembled.
With one person, one sword, and one heart, complex sword styles can sometimes be simple.
A faint green light gradually filled the sword body, like a vibrant vegetation, with a trace of majestic aura, the sword energy was overwhelming, and came in awe. The flying swords in Lan Ling'er's hands intertwined into a red light on her chest, and the red light enveloped her
In the meantime, Mu Yu's sword shadow was blocked. However, Mu Yu's sword shadow was like the spring breeze blowing on the grass, and life came one after another, breaking Lan Ling'er's red light, and heavy sword shadows fell towards Lan Ling'er.
Lan Ling'er's steps moved slightly, and she was already rising from the ground. Mu Yu's sword shadow exploded on the ground, filling the sky with smoke and dust, and beating gravel.
The two people pulled apart, and then rushed towards each other in unison. The spiritual power exploded with the two people as the center, sweeping away, and the roar of air could be heard endlessly on Luochen Cliff.
After the smoke and dust dispersed, Lan Ling'er's right arm was slightly bent, and the sword in his hand was only an inch away from piercing Mu Yu's chest. Mu Yu's sword was placed on Lan Ling'er's neck.
"I'm really worried about Master."
Lan Ling'er suddenly threw away the Qingbing Sword and threw herself into Mu Yu's arms. Her tears could no longer be held back and poured out, soaking Mu Yu's clothes.
The shadow in Mu Yu's hand has disappeared, and he holds Lan Ling'er tightly. The beloved girl is crying in his arms, but he can't do anything. He also wants to cry, but he knows that he can't cry. There is always someone who needs to be strong.
Her heart was in chaos, but his heart was very peaceful.