The melodious bells stirred the sky, and the music spread hundreds of miles around. The sound of the cranes soared into the sky, and there was a faint glow, and against the top of the sky, a vast shadow flashed.
"What's going on?"
"The Taisu Immortal Palace can no longer hold on, and the Demon Cave is about to explode. How can you still have the time to worship your ancestors?"
"Oh, what's wrong with that old witch Kun Nian? Could it be that she feels she can't hold on any longer and is planning to apologize to the sages in advance?"
"In my opinion, it's probably about explaining the funeral arrangements..."
The movements in Qiyun Mountain cannot be hidden from the inspection of interested people. Numerous spies have already passed the news back to the three major sects in Qinzhou through various secret channels.
However, there was no news about the battle outside the mountain gate a few days ago.
In addition to the ban issued by the Immortal Palace, the defensive formation is fully activated, only entry is allowed but no exit is allowed, and all information is completely blocked.
Those who know can only judge from the current movements that Taisu Immortal Palace is holding a sacrificial ceremony. As for the content of the sacrificial ceremony, no one knows.
No one even knew that there was an ancestor in Taisu Immortal Palace, and she was only a little girl who was only four years old and was still sleeping in the ancient Kunlun coffin. Otherwise, I don’t know how many jaws would have dropped!
There is no way to know that all these changes only appeared after a great master came to the door and forced the supreme elder Kun Nian, who had reached the end of his life span!
After the tedious sacrifices, Taisu Immortal Palace, which had sealed off the mountain gate a few years ago, once again fully opened the defense formation, and sank directly into the underground demon cave under the gaze of countless complicated eyes.
One sect and one cave is a very generous act, which is rare in the past and present!
There is nothing better than this!
Of course, in the eyes of all parties, Taisu Immortal Palace, which is about to lose Kun Nian, is just making its final death struggle, even if it has a more talented Half-Saint Sect Master.
After all, you are too young!
At the top of the sky, deep in the clouds and mist, a thousand-foot treasure ship was hovering in the sky, motionless despite the strong wind blowing all over the sky.
"Boundary Lord, all the high-level demons in the demon cave have been swept away, and twenty-two demons have been captured, forty-seven demons have been killed, and there are four thousand eight hundred and thirty-three demon kings!"
Ao Hai respectfully reported his achievements.
For others, such a large-scale battle would have been impossible to hide from the demons in the demon cave, but Wu Ming was different. With the Dragon Saint's legacy, he could assemble no less than ten Hundred Emperors' troops.
Each Hundred Emperors team forms a large formation, and is accompanied by a semi-saint old man. As long as they are not the ultimate demon king, they are almost guaranteed to do so.
To catch someone unawares and capture a devil's cave can be said to be a masterstroke!
It's not easy to replicate such amazing achievements. After all, even if the demons are pigs, they won't stick their necks out to be slaughtered.
If there is any movement here, the demons will definitely be alerted and take precautions.
But in this cave, unless the Demon Lord Saint takes action, there is no way to break the passage guarded by Kun Nian with his life and supported by the sect-protecting formation!
"Get ready, find a time for them to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth. Living in this world without any achievements is a hidden danger after all!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"Thank you, Lord, for the gift!"
Ao Hai was overjoyed and bowed to accept the order.
Although Wu Ming did not take action, only the disciples of the Dragon Saint's legacy could achieve this feat by fighting fiercely for several days. However, as long as the marks on their bodies are not washed away, they will always be members of the Eight Heavenly Dragon Tribes, with Wu Ming as their realm master.
As the leader of a realm, Wu Ming is their heaven. Today's life is many times better than the precarious days in the secret realm of Tianque Tower.
In less than ten years, the number of clan members has already exceeded the peak before the turmoil. The total number was only 50,000, but the number of emperors alone reached thousands.
This is because there have been too many babies born in recent years, accounting for nearly half of the total. In a few years, as long as the current momentum is maintained, there will definitely be a period of rapid growth.
All of this was given by Wu Ming!
"How is that trash fish doing now?"
Wu Ming looked at Qiyun Mountain, which had lost all traces of the Immortal Palace, with far-reaching and profound eyes, without looking back.
"That miscellaneous fish did not cover up its movements, so her whereabouts have always been within the lock range of the ant nest, but she has never left the water veins of the Huanglong River!"
Honglian said softly.
"Um!"
Wu Ming nodded slightly and patted the rudder.
Buzz!
The Void Breaking Waves ship suddenly shook, sank silently into the void, disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, and disappeared without a trace!
…
In the Boundary Pearl Space, on top of the clouds, in the Origin Vortex, next to the Kunlun Ancient Coffin surrounded by the sea of stars, Wu Ming suddenly appeared.
Standing next to the coffin, Wu Ming closed his eyes and felt. Although his tense face had not eased, he could obviously take a long breath and his cold breath also relaxed.
No one knows what price he has paid and how much effort he has spent in the past month, just for one thing, which is to stabilize the fate of the little girl in the coffin!
Although the Kunlun Ancient Coffin can isolate the Heavenly Dao of China and make its vitality permanently stay at the moment it is put into the coffin, it is ultimately an emergency method and cannot completely eliminate the influence of the bloodline spell.
Therefore, when Wu Ming went south to worship Buddha and fulfill his vow, he not only repaid the kindness of Xuanbei's relics with a piece of sacred wood, but also asked the old monk Huikong to repay his debt.
This first disciple of Xuan Bei is also an extraordinary figure. Although he is the same generation as Lu Jiuyuan, he is the same age as Kun Nian and Fang Jingtong.
Even strictly speaking, Xuan Bei, Fu Nian, Long Po, and Yin Xuan were all the top talents at the same time!
The stories between these geniuses are equally exciting, but they were just too long ago. Later, Lu Jiuyuan and other peerless geniuses appeared, covering their glory, so that most people quickly forgot their existence.
But Wu Ming didn't. From the beginning to the end, he had been deliberately collecting the deeds of his predecessors, classics or unofficial records. From the fragmented clues and records, he deduced their past steps bit by bit, thereby finding clues and connecting them.
Weave the truth and use it.
No one can help him with this matter!
"Sleep, sleep, dad will wake you up soon, don't be afraid!"
Wu Ming couldn't help but feel distressed when he thought that the little man curled up and sleeping might have nightmares because he was scared in the dark.
That’s why we went south to worship Buddha and fulfill our vows, using Buddha’s chanting as a guide and a guiding light, linking the destiny of Taisu’s Immortal Palace, and offering incense to bring color to the world.
Even if you are dreaming, it is a good dream. When you wake up, the sky will be clear!
"Why!"
Wu Ming suddenly felt a headache and rubbed the center of his brow. His figure flashed and landed in an extremely hot mountain col.
Chang Shu, who was covered in jet black, was rubbing his hands at a loss as he tried to persuade a girl in white clothes and snow. Even if he couldn't see his expression clearly, he knew that he was crying in mourning.
"Silly girl!"
Wu Ming called softly.
"Daddy!"
The girl in white cheered and jumped to Wu Ming's side. She hooked Wu Ming's arms like a koala, and her bright eyes curved into crescent moons.
"Go to work!"
Wu Mingdao.
Chang Shu cupped his hands and rushed into the col in a hurry to pack up his weapon-refining furnace.
"whee!"
The girl in white smiled sweetly.
Compared with when she first came out of the coffin, the girl was obviously much more cheerful, as if she didn't know the sorrow in the world, but was filled with joy, like an elf, infecting every living being and every inch of vegetation in the world bead space.
Even Wu Ming seemed to find indescribable relaxation when walking with him for a while in his spare time!
The girl in white, who is smart at the age of three or five and is called a silly girl, can't tell the difference between a good name and a bad one. She still regards Wu Ming as her only relative. She does harmless pranks after not seeing her for a long time, hoping that her parents will show up to play with her. .
On the mountain road, cicadas are chirping, birds are flying, and colorful butterflies are following each other. The two figures are walking farther and farther, and there is peace and nature in the peace and happiness!
But is there really a peach garden in the world?
…
Seven or eight days later, demonic energy was everywhere along the coast of Binzhou. As the border area of the Song Dynasty where the demonic tribulation was the most serious, countless strong men came here one after another.
When the demonic calamity broke out, most of the caves that had fallen into the void turned into demon caves. Sea water poured in, and the heaven and earth collapsed, forming a special space inside the demon cave that could accommodate Chinese creatures and demons.
In the past three years, both sides have invested countless fighting forces and become a veritable meat grinding ground. The same genius fell out and swam upstream in dangerous situations, creating a series of tragic songs and heroic deeds.
Lan Xinsu, the legitimate daughter of the Lan family in Binzhou, was just a member of a famous family, and she had been heading towards a wealthy family all her life. She was one of the countless humble families in China, but she became famous in China because she gave birth to the goddess Hui Yue.
Even so, he still created his own path!
Many people thought that she was influenced by her sister, but they did not know that this was true in her early years. However, after several setbacks, Lan Xinsu gradually grew up. Even though she was still shrouded in her sister's light, she still remained independent and silently held on.
Outside Huayun City, a young girl rode alone. She was covered in dust and dust, but could not conceal her unparalleled elegance. Looking at the city gate that was getting closer and closer, a smile appeared on her pretty face.
"Phew, finally home!"
After entering the city, Lan Xinsu smiled knowingly and relaxed her whole body.
Even though she has now gained quite a reputation in the Binzhou Demon Cave, her sister was trapped in the Demon Cave and injured while trying to save her before, so she has not gone deep into the Demon Cave to fight for a long time.
In the past few months, he has been patrolling the outside at most, but with his growing reputation, outstanding talent and appearance, and having sisters like Huiyue Shenni as his backers, he has still attracted countless wild bees and butterflies.
A few years ago, she liked this kind of social interaction very much, but whenever she thought of the young man who had never paid attention to her when they first met in the garden of the capital ten years ago, her whole body was filled with a wave of excitement. Feeling of powerlessness.
Even though he worked hard to catch up and practiced hard, he was still farther and farther away from Yula. Even though he knew that his sister's cultivation level was far superior to that person, this feeling not only did not diminish, but became even more profound.
"We're home!"
Lan Xinsu shook her head vigorously to expel distracting thoughts from her mind. She looked at the increasingly familiar streets, her smile became thicker and thicker, but she suddenly stiffened, reined in her horse and stopped, the hairs all over her body stood up, and a thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead. The beads quickly rolled down.
Turning her head slightly stiffly, Lan Xinsu finally confirmed that it was not an illusion.
Sitting by the window on the upper floor of a restaurant facing the street, there was a man in Tsing Yi with a handsome face full of smiles, waving to him, but there was no emotion in his black and white starry eyes, like a pool of stagnant water that could immerse the soul!