There is a mountain on the eastern outskirts of Chang'an City. The mountain is very high. Standing at the top, you can overlook the entire Chang'an City, and you can also see the vast Min Mountains standing on the border of the Tang Dynasty.
It was the beginning of winter, and everything was dead. Only dead branches and leaves were left on the trees, flowers, and grass. And because of the freezing cold wind, there was no trace of human habitation in the mountains except for hungry beasts looking for food.
Two carriages stopped at the foot of the mountain road, and after a while, two old men stepped out of them. One was wearing a greasy robe, and the other was wearing a white but not finely made clothes.
Under a dead tree, Jun Mo clutched a big sword that looked like an old door panel and looked at the two carriages. His eyes were so deep that it was impossible to detect his emotions at this time.
"Second Senior Brother, who do you think can win between the two of them?" Chen Pipi asked with a complicated look.
"One has stepped outside the Five Realms, and the other has half-stepped beyond the Five Realms. It should be about the same."
Chen Pipi nodded, but he was not satisfied with this result, because it was almost the same, which meant that the two of them might die together, and dying together meant that there would be two less great practitioners in the world, which was a pity to think about.
Jun Mo seemed to feel Chen Pipi's emotions, and then said: "Wei Guangming's life is approaching. He came to Chang'an City this time with the intention of dying, and Yan Se is also like him. Since he is about to die, Hao
God has allowed two people to meet again, so why not take that step to the extreme of death and see what's going on over there?"
Chen Pipi nodded in understanding, and when he looked at the two carriages, another carriage appeared at the edge of his sight.
There was no driver driving the carriage, only a strong brown horse pulling the carriage leisurely. There were no curtains on the carriage. At a glance, you could clearly see a middle-aged swordsman in white.
His expression was solemn, like a sword with a sharp breath.
"Liu Bai is here too?"
For some reason, the broad sword in Jun Mo's hand trembled slightly, and his arm was also trembling with the sword. That man was the strongest person in the world and the best swordsman, and he also practiced swordsmanship.
"There are two strong men who stand at the top of the world, and Liu Bai is not far from Chang'an City. He will naturally come. If the twelfth junior brother does not come back soon, I will have a sword duel with him."
Chen Pipi looked at the tall ancient crown on Jun Mo's head, with a worried look on his face. He knew that the second senior brother was very strong, but that person was Liu Bai after all.
Just when he wanted to persuade the second senior brother, a clear whistle resounded in the mountains. For a moment, all the birds in the southern suburbs of Chang'an City became silent, and then a faint blue sky passed across the sky.
On top, stood a swordsman also dressed in white.
A smile flashed across his fat and round face, as if he had imagined himself to be the swordsman in white squaring across the sky happily, and he seemed to think that if he came back, he should be able to stop the fatal fight between the two old men.
Jun Mo looked at him and shook his head.
…
The blue divine bird stopped above the two carriages, and the two old men and Sangsang looked up at the same time.
Ye Chao jumped off the back of the sacred bird and walked towards the two old people.
Yan Se smiled and waved to Ye Chao carelessly.
"Let me do it."
Yan Se put away his smile, shook his head and said, "This is a contest between me and him. If I lose, you come back again."
"You're going to die."
"I'm about to die and want to go out and see."
The old man said he wanted to go out and have a look. Naturally, he wanted to break free from the shackles of the Five Realms and go have a look. Ye Chao understood, and Wei Guangming on the side also understood.
But Ye Chao still shook his head. Since Master Yan Se, you want to go out and have a look, but the conditions for you to want to see are not limited to you, so he looked at Wei Guangming.
"Ten years ago, deep in Daze, there was a Taoist in the temple who wanted to kill me, but I killed him. I remember that he used the candle-lighting power of Master Shenzuo at that time, and Master Shenzuo came to Chang'an City.
I’m afraid part of the reason is because of me, right?”
Wei Guangming narrowed his eyes and nodded.
"Yes, he is my junior brother. Decades ago, when we had not entered Zhishou Temple to practice Taoism, we depended on each other and begged on the streets of Song Dynasty. Although it was difficult at the time, it was precious."
Ye Chao nodded and said, "Then I'm back now."
But after listening to Ye Chao's words, Wei Guangming shook his head, "You came back a little late. Since Yan Se wants to go out and have a look, you should wait until I accompany him to see it first."
After saying that, he walked towards the cliff at the end of the mountain road, and Yan Se also patted Ye Chao on the shoulder and walked up.
Sang Sang glanced at Ye Chaohou and followed him with two jars, a new one and an old one.
Ye Chao didn't speak anymore, not because he was afraid that he would die at the hands of Wei Guangming, nor because he wanted to follow the plot so that the future evolution could still be in his hands. He just felt the determination of the two of them.
The five realms are difficult to break, and there is a great terror beyond death there. If they are willing to pay the price of death to go there and have a look, then you can respect them.
The wheels creaked on the ground, and the driverless carriage stopped next to Ye Chao.
Liu Bai got off the carriage, pointed in the direction of Jun Mo and said, "I have to say that the place chosen by Mr. Second is very good. Let's go there to see it together?"
"Let's go."
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The sky became a little dark, and flakes of snow kept drifting towards the cliffs on the southern outskirts of Chang'an City. In a short period of time, the cliffs were dyed snow-white, and the gray hair of the two old men became even grayer.
Under a poplar tree with only dead branches, Sangsang held two old urns and looked at the cliff, with only sadness and even despair in his bright eyes.
"Brother Guangming, let's get started."
"good."
The snowflakes were still falling, but countless boulders rose up, and then the pure Haotian divine light also lit up.
The broad cliff trembled like a wounded deer, and the picturesque scene under the snowflakes slowly cracked like a broken mirror.
Suddenly, the snowflakes suddenly stopped, and the mountains and rocks slowly floated into the sky, turning into two mountains as black as ink. Then the rivers and streams flowed back into the sky, forming two large rivers that pierced the mountains.
It was a huge tic-tac-toe, a big talisman formed by Yan Se after he decided to go out.
The space instantly shattered into pieces after it appeared, the withered grass and trees on the cliff turned into powder, the sharp-edged rocks turned into dust, the white snow turned into light mist, and finally, the cliff collapsed.
The old man in white raised his right hand at some point. His index finger, as white as a woman's, pointed at the sky, and the sky was filled with divine light under this finger.
Then, two powerful forces collided, and the space truly collapsed at this moment, and the world seemed to turn into darkness.
However, the poplar tree was still strong. Standing under the tree, Sangsang stared at the two old people in the broken room without blinking.
(Originally, I didn’t want the two old men to die in the decisive battle, but after thinking about it for a long time, I decided not to rewrite this plot. I hope you won’t scold me. This is really after careful consideration.)