Chapter four hundred and nineteenth wind and clouds
At the foot of Wushan Mountain, countless sycamore trees were swaying with the wind. On top of the majestic mountain, the thousand-year-old sycamore tree, which was about a hundred feet wide, did not even sway in the slightest. Its leaves still stood tall and straight, motionless!!
"Sect Master?...Sect Master!"
Ning Nitian, who was sitting cross-legged on a green-brown tree trunk, was once again awakened by an urgent cry!
He raised his eyes slightly, but there was no trace of anger on his face. He raised his eyes slightly, and there was no emotion in those dark eyes!
"Report to the sect master, the branch disciples are urgently reporting..."
Seeing that Ning Nitian had regained consciousness, the disciple in gray robe hurriedly stepped forward and said,
But Ning Nitian raised his hand and stopped talking!
"Feng Yan, how long have you been here in Qiwu?"
After raising his hand to stop Feng Yan's words, Ning Nitian tilted his head slightly and asked with a calm smile.
"this....
Feng Yan was slightly startled, then smiled and bowed and replied;
"It has been three hundred and sixty-five years since I was enlightened by the old sect leader, and I have served you for 244 of them."
"Oh, three hundred and sixty-five years..."
Hearing Feng Yan's answer, Ning Nitian couldn't help but feel a little moved on his face, looking into the distance, as if with emotion!
"It's been a whole cycle, but..."
He raised his head again, looked at Feng Yan, and said in a cold tone;
"However, you came from the spirit of the wind and went through a whole reincarnation. You should be at peace, but why do I feel a trace of resentment?"
"Resentment? Haha..."
Hearing his question, Feng Yan suddenly puffed up his chest, no longer stood there with his hands and feet tied up, looked at Ning Nitian with burning eyes, and said in a slow tone;
"Sect Master, since I am the wind..."
As soon as the word "wind" came out of my mouth, a gust of wind suddenly rose in the air. It rolled over, but it still couldn't blow the thousand-year-old sycamore tree!
"But, has the sect master forgotten?"
As he said that, Feng Yan raised his hand and lightly lifted his sleeves. Two pairs of gray tornado patterns appeared on his white wrists, which were lifelike, just like a breeze blowing.
However, the color of one of the lines is a little lighter, and it seems like it is about to disappear!
"Yesterday's Feng Ran was also transformed by the wind spirit, but the disciple feels that it is a pity that he did not wait for this reincarnation."
"oh!"
Ning Nitian suddenly realized,
"What? Do you want revenge?"
"No....."
Feng Yan shook his head and softened his tone,
"Sect Master, can you introduce me to your disciples and report what happened just now?"
"explain..."
Ning Nitian spoke out the word in a straight tone!
"The branch disciples are reporting urgently that each branch suffered heavy casualties, and unfortunately, Master Xuanhe also died at the hands of Yang Huang, Taoist Tongbao..."
After Feng Yan finished speaking, his face couldn't help but look sad, but his eyes were burning as he looked at Ning Nitian!
But Ning Nitian didn't reply. He just stood up, raised his hand, and slowly opened his palm.
A drop of bright red ruby-like blood appeared in his hand. Looking at it carefully, Li Xiaofeng's figure could be vaguely revealed in the drop of blood.
However, within a moment, a wisp of green smoke emitted from the blood droplets, straight up from Ning Nitian's hand, and disappeared without a trace!
The blood drops are bright red again, without a trace of color!
Seeing this, Ning Nitian gently covered his hands, and blood drops fell from his hands, passing through the layers of tung leaves, blooming in the yellow-brown soil, and hugging each other tightly!
"Sect Master, don't you have anything to say?"
When the blood drops fell, the color in Feng Yan's eyes gradually dissipated, and he asked in a daze.
"He himself gave up the last trace of spirituality, what else can he say?"
"That....."
Feng Yan raised his tone
"Then the sect master doesn't feel heartbroken? Master Xuanhe... But once Qiwu's Tongtian Jianmu died, doesn't the sect master also feel sad?"
"Sad?
"
Ning Nitian tilted his head slightly, with some doubts in his eyes, and stretched out his finger, pointing to the sky;
"What is sadness? Look at this day...the sun is shining brightly...but is it caused by the sadness in your heart? Look again..."
He pointed at the foot of the distant mountain, and there was a faint sound of fighting!
"Yang Huang came with tens of thousands of disciples to fight, but it was because of your sadness?"
"Since I am the sky, all things obey me, the wind rises and the clouds rise, the lightning and thunder are all in a single thought, all living beings will understand my will, and those who are disobedient will surely disappear...
If you go against heaven, there are still exceptions. If you go against me, there is no chance of survival!
Ridiculous, they dare to say "Fighting Heaven"
And you actually asked me if I was sad?"
Just survive one reincarnation..."
Say it! He sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes! Don’t say a word!
"Haha... Sect Master... Even so, the disciples can only fight to the death and always be with Qi Wu..."
With that said, he turned around and was about to leave, but he heard a faint word behind him!
"Each branch hall can't defend the enemy from the outside. What's the use of keeping them? I order the general of the execution hall, the three halls at the front gate, and all the disciples above the deacon to kill as a warning to others!
In addition, order all the disciples of Shenglong Hall to come out to control the three men under Yang Huang!"
"This...this...kills generals in war...and Shenglongtang is the guard guarding the ancestral temple. Sect master...you?"
Feng Yan said intermittently, but did not hear a single reply!
After a long time, he turned his back to Ning Nitian and sighed leisurely, not daring to turn around and ask questions.
He lowered his head and stroked the wind pattern that was about to disappear, and whispered softly;
"A bit of aura, Qiwu will be happy...you, after all, went..."
Say that! The wind blew under his feet, he jumped up from the thousand-year-old sycamore tree, and rushed towards the execution hall. Just as he passed through the green tung leaves and reached the sky!
In my mind, I remembered inexplicably what Ning Nitian said when he was appointed the sect leader more than two hundred years ago!
"Since I am a god, the road is ruthless!"
Under the command of Yang Huang, a seventh-level spiritual master, there are four tribes: wind, rain, thunder, and electricity.
It is as invisible as the wind, as changeable as rain, as manic as thunder, and as dazzling as lightning!
Qiwu also has twelve disciples, guarding the eight wastelands!
Now, the two sides are at war, and the three halls at the front gate are broken at the first touch, and Ning Nitian kills the disciples above the deacon level, which is equivalent to being expelled!
Only the disciples from the five pavilions in the middle gate and the disciples from Zuoshan and Yougang were left to support themselves hard.
If it weren't for his own lack of strength, the enemy troops surged in like a tide, and even the Fengbu disciples killed his own deacons without a trace or sound. If it weren't for the Zuoshan Erling disciples who summoned a large number of walking corpses and committed suicide to slow down the opponent, the Zhongmen
I'm afraid it has already been revealed!
Looking at the new round of enemies with ghost faces, charging up again, the disciples of Wuge, Erling, and Shuangxing secretly looked at the huge green sycamore tree in the distance behind them.
But as quiet and ordinary as ever!
I could only silently hold the magic sword in my hand.
Occasionally, I glanced left and right, and suddenly I saw a trace of determination flashing inexplicably in the eyes of those friends and fellow disciples!
Unknowingly, a stream of heat slowly emerged from the deepest part of my heart and surged throughout my body. However, it slowly seeped through the gaps in my eye sockets and dripped to the ground!
"Wish! With passion,
Long companion Qiwu..."
A burst of shocking shouts suddenly rang out from the group of Qi Wu's disciples, and they rushed down the mountain without any regard.
Turned into pieces of minced meat, with corpses gradually cooling down! The scarlet blood gathered into a river, dyeing a large area of dark brown land red!
"I've met my brother..."
In the marching tent, Taoist Master Tongbao held up his fat belly, lifted the door curtain with one hand, and saluted Yang Huang who was sitting quietly on the chair.
"Oh...what? So fast?"
Seeing him coming back, Yang Huang couldn't help but ask
"hey-hey....
Hey..."
Taoist Tongbao chuckled lightly,
He took a step forward, found a chair, sat down diagonally, and made a comfortable sound! Then he said;
"It's not that I'm too strong, but that Li Xiaofeng is too weak... Tsk tsk... Apart from my eldest brother, I'm afraid I'll never meet an opponent. Alas! It's so lonely..."
"
The word "Snow" was on the tip of my tongue, about to burst out, but inexplicably I felt a chill coming from the tent, making my scalp numb!
When he came back to his senses, he saw an old man with white hair appearing on the chair opposite him. His eyes were hollow, and two dots of red light loomed out from them, falling directly on him...
There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, which was very strange...
Seeing this, Taoist Master Tongbao couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart!
"This old guy...doesn't...want to eat people?"
Thinking in his mind, he couldn't help but touch his round belly and said resolutely;
"Brother, I'm going to see the results of the battle for the disciples in front of me. I won't be here soon. I'll take a step first..."
As he spoke, a carp stood upright, jumped up from the chair, flicked its round buttocks, and disappeared without a trace...
"What do you think?"
Looking at the fat figure of Taoist Tongbao disappearing into the distance, Yang Huang smiled and said slowly;
"Such a... courageous... person as small as a mouse... can actually be honored!"
There was an intermittent sound like tearing metal, and there was no emotion at all inside the tent!
"Ha ha....."
Hearing this, Yang Huang suddenly smiled and said,
"He is born like this, but no matter how he is, he can always avoid disasters and live a happy and comfortable life.
However! What I want to ask is, what do you think of the current war situation?..."
"oh...."
The metallic tone was slightly raised, and Er! said intermittently;
"The battle between trapped beasts...it's just...the overall situation...has been decided!"
As if to refute the old man's remarks, a burst of noisy shouts suddenly sounded from Qiwu Mountain in the distance, which could be faintly heard.
The words "Long, companion... Qiwu..."!
The sound was so majestic that it soared into the sky!
Hearing the shouts, Yang Huang sighed softly, stood up with his hands behind his back, looked at the corner of the tent, slightly lost in thought,
Er! said with emotion;
"It seems that what Can Zun said...is correct."
"It should not be...the World Honored One...a word of honor..."
There was an ups and downs in the old man's belly, a burst of metal tearing, and the answer sounded!
"but...."
Yang Huang turned around fiercely,
"According to what I know about him, the disciples of the Twelve Branches were defeated miserably. It seems that the people from Shenglong Hall should also come out!"
"Oh! Could it be that he doesn't even want the ancestral temple...?"
"Hahaha...."
Yang Huang laughed loudly!
"The ancestral temple? He calls himself Heaven, Heaven, what kind of ancestors are there?"
"Even if...that's the case, the disciples of Qiaoge...it's time to make a move...
Wangshu...."
The old man slowly turned his head, looking out of the tent with empty eyes, and said;
"Remnant Lord! Why don't you give me a chance to take action?"
At this moment, a loud voice suddenly sounded in the tent, interrupting the old man's words!
I saw a wave of ripples appearing out of thin air in the void inside the tent, getting bigger and bigger...
Not long after, a man wearing white armor and white hair walked out, with an indifferent look on his face!
"I have seen it, Lord Dantian!"
Seeing this, the old man lowered his head slightly and said
"That being the case...it's hard work!"
Yang Huang stood aside, looking apologetic, and reminded;
"The Shenglong Hall is very mysterious... I hope Venerable Xiu Ming will be careful..."