Seeing that another senior brother had been injured, the other two immortals became even more murderous. Magical weapons, spiritual weapons, spiritual talismans, and flying swords were all directed at Mo Ming. Even though Mo Ming possessed the twenty-four veins of Qiyuan, his combat power was still high.
Comparable to an immortal, or even better. But facing all kinds of attacks coming from the sky, he couldn't help but dodge left and right while stepping on the Impermanence Sword.
Before the two white-clothed immortals could press for another move, they heard another scream. They both looked at it and took a deep breath.
It was already too late when they saw that their handsome brother had turned into an ice sculpture, and was destroyed by the guy in ice blue robes, turning into hundreds of ice fragments and falling to the ground.
When Jian Yuting fell to the ground again and jumped up to attack another immortal in white, a sword energy fell from the sky and drove Jian Yuting away. Jian Yuting was hit head-on by the sword energy, but she was not hurt at all.
Everyone looked up to the sky. After a few moments of silence, thousands more sword qi descended from the sky. These sword qi turned into gossamers and shot towards the living or dead immortals in white, Jian Yuting, and the black dragon.
Jian Yuting knew that the sword energy would do no harm to him, so she accepted it happily. However, those immortals in white clothes who were still alive and capable of moving used their defensive magic, and the black dragon also spent its last strength struggling.
The hairsprings transformed by the sword energy no longer hurt people and killed people, but stuck to the white-clothed immortals, Jian Yuting, and the black dragon like puppet threads. Then the sword energy was taken back to the sky, and these white-clothed immortals were stuck.
Be it Jian Yuting or the black dragon, they were all involved and flew into the sky.
Mo Ming fell back to the earth and returned to the side of the princess. He was naked, which was really embarrassing. Hu Lao took off his robe and asked him to put it on, which made the scene look better. Everyone looked up at the sky, staring like this.
I held the incense for nearly half a stick, but there was no response at all.
At this moment, in the sky, the black dragon and the living immortals in white all showed panic, while Jian Yuting was the only one who looked calm.
A young man with white clothes and white hair, a handsome face, and a heroic spirit slowly walked out from behind the clouds. He indeed walked over step by step, and with every step he took, clouds floated in front of him. Step after step, a white cloud road opened up.
Born at his feet.
Jian Yuting rarely saw this person look like this. More often than not, this person either looked like a child or turned into a handsome young man with black hair. Although he had seen the current appearance with white clothes and white hair, every time he saw it, he would always
I have the urge to go up and have a fight.
It's a pity, it's a pity, this person has the ability to kill him, but he is already an extraordinary immortal, and even if he kills him, he cannot be completely freed.
The handsome man in white clothes and white hair smiled at Jian Yuting, and then looked at the immortal in white clothes floating in the air and the still struggling black dragon.
The sturdy white-clothed immortal was afraid, but he still asked and heard him say: "Who is your senior?"
The handsome man in white clothes and white hair opened his hand, and the threads wrapped around the people and the black dragon dissipated, and then white clouds floated to their feet, making them feel as if they were standing on the earth.
"Second brother, you are pretending to be a ghost again."
Hearing the young man in ice blue robes calling the immortal brother in white clothes and white hair, all the immortals in white clothes couldn't help but trembled in their hearts, and even more fear showed on their faces.
They thought they were just ants in the world, and the role they could easily eliminate has already caused them heavy damage, but now another master senior has come. Is this the parent's revenge for the child being bullied? But the problem is, it has always been his child who has been bullying.
!
The immortals in white clothes and white hair are naturally Yan Xiao's second disciples, Zhong Xihou, Jian Yuting and Ying Ruge's second senior brother, the Hidden Blade whose real name is Guangming.
Zangren smiled slightly. This smile did not contain any murderous intent or anger. It made people feel like a spring breeze, and his body actually relaxed a lot. Then he spoke, and his voice was also gentle. Listen to him say: "You and other juniors are just...
After being seduced by the sect, I risked the laws of heaven and earth to kill the souls and plunder them from the lower realms. You waited for the younger generation to fight, but I couldn't take action. Now you are pale. If you continue to fight, the laws of heaven and earth will definitely punish you."
"The laws of heaven and earth? Impossible, impossible..."
The handsome immortal in white clothes had a face full of doubts. He was about to explain when he saw the immortal in white clothes and white hair move his hand, and everyone looked to his side.
A cloud of white clouds floated in. The white clouds dispersed, and a middle-aged man with sword marks all over his body appeared invisible and fell to the side of the hidden blade. A group of white-clothed immortals
Looking at it, everyone couldn't help but take a breath and feel scared.
"Is this junior your elder in the sect? Since the Immortal Land Forbidden Palace exists, there is a reason for its existence. It is simply ridiculous for this junior to sneak into it and bribe the immortal gatekeepers in an attempt to cover the eyes of the sky."
This middle-aged man who is about to die is indeed the senior member of the white-clothed sect. In terms of seniority, he is also the master-uncle of the same generation as the sect leader. The master-uncle's cultivation has already passed the transformation of gods and will break through the refining of the void.
How could such an unpredictable cultivation come to such a miserable end?
Except for the Immortal Ningcan who fainted, the other immortals who were still alive knelt on the clouds in an instant, their faces pale, almost as close as the clouds.
But not far in front of them, this senior in white clothes and white hair didn't seem to intend to take action against them. He just waved his hand, and then his voice was still gentle: "I have already said that the fault is not with you and other juniors, I will not blame you. And.
Take this fellow disciple of yours and return to the sect."
The handsome white-clothed immortal bit his lip, then opened and closed his mouth. He repeated this process, and after a few hesitations, he finally spoke.
"Senior, that great uncle..."
What answered them was not words, but the white-clothed and white-haired immortal waving his sleeves, an extremely casual movement. In an instant, the body of the dying middle-aged man turned into white light and dissipated, and then the white light dispersed into thousands of rays.
The stream of light shot down everywhere in the world. The white-clothed and white-haired immortal waved his sleeves again, and the bodies of the two dead fellow disciples beside the white-clothed immortals also emitted white light, and then scattered in thousands of directions.
The stream of light shoots down everywhere in the world.
The white-clothed immortals did not dare to speak any more. One of them picked up the unconscious Ningcan immortal with a broken arm, and then all the flying swords flew out of the sword boxes behind them and landed at their feet, and they all left with their swords.
In this high sky, only Hidden Blade, Jian Yuting and the black dragon are left.
Jian Yuting was a little helpless, sighed, and said: "Second brother, brother, I was just a tiny bit short of succeeding. You, you, you really made a mistake."
Zangren's figure flashed, and he arrived in front of Jian Yuting. He felt a chestnut, which made Jian Yuting cover her head and scream in pain. Then Zangren's tone was no longer as gentle as before, and he said with some hatred that iron cannot make steel: "Twelve
Ah Twelve, you, you are really speechless, helpless, and hopeless!"
Jian Yuting, however, chuckled, and then said with a flattering look on her face: "Good brother, good brother, why don't you wave your sleeves and let me die..."
Just after Jian Yuting finished speaking, Zangren waved his sleeve. Jian Yuting did not turn into a white stream of light and shoot towards the world. Instead, he felt a strange force that was difficult to resist and hit him towards the world. As for such a high altitude
If it falls, it won't matter whether it will fall to death or not.
High in the sky, only the Hidden Blade and the Black Dragon were immediately left.
Zangren's expression also returned to gentleness. He floated to the side of the still struggling Black Dragon, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the bridge of the Black Dragon's nose. A warm current flowed out from his palm and poured into the Black Dragon's body. Shenlong closed his eyes and changed.
It became a lot quieter. Then black light emitted from the black dragon, and the black light gradually changed and turned into a human form.
He was dressed in a black robe and looked handsome, vaguely similar to Mo Ming.
When the person transformed by the black dragon saw Zangren, he couldn't help but trembled and almost fell to his knees. Zangren waved his hand to support him, and then said in a gentle voice: "Tianji, if I disobey the master today, I will lose all my life in the past."
After all the information I have told you, will you attack anyone from the Mo family again?"
When the person transformed by the black dragon heard the word "Mo Family", his eyes immediately shot out murderous intent. Even if the person in front of him was a hidden sword, he did not hide it.
Seeing the appearance of the person transformed by the black dragon, Zangren sighed helplessly, and then said: "You, you, have resented the Moh family for eight hundred years, but you don't know that this Moh family is the one you should protect."
When the person transformed by the black dragon heard this, he couldn't help but frown and looked at Zangren with doubts on his face.
Since you have already planned to go against the master's will and have spoken, what should be said and what should not be said will be poured out today. As for how the person transformed by the black dragon will choose later, it is not hidden.
What the blade can control. What the hidden blade can control is the life of this black dragon.
"In the past, my senior Bai Yichan and his master were indeed unparalleled geniuses, but the world at that time was too chaotic. Every continent, every country, every clan, every sect, what they fought for was not money, not power.
, not a martial artist, but
He is an immortal cultivator. Whichever force has more immortal cultivators, and which force has more profound immortal cultivators, will have the most say. Even if the martial arts cultivation is as strong as Gongzi Wushuang, facing a figure like the ancestor of the Hua family, there is nothing you can do in the end.
, the only way is to lose."
Hearing Zang Ren talk about the years before and after the founding of Daye more than 800 years ago, the soul of the person transformed by the black dragon seemed to have returned to that era in an instant.
He lurked in the darkness with his master, waiting for the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow. He watched his master endure all kinds of torture in the cage, and the eyes of others were full of contempt and shame.
He followed his master to fight on the battlefield, in the sky, and in the Eastern Yin Realm.
He also saw that despicable and damned Bai Tianshu biting his master's neck. His ferocious face was like a vampire bat greedily sucking the master's blood and plundering the master's Qi Tong Immortal Power. Until the master finally shriveled up and collapsed.
On the ground.
But this despicable damn Tian Tianshu flew away. He could only watch helplessly as his master's body was trampled on by others, and finally turned into flesh and mud, with no bones left.
The person transformed by the black dragon was immersed in the pain of the past, and that gentle voice came again.
"Tianji, maybe my senior brother has brought back some of your memories, but those are not all. You don't need to know too much, because senior Bai Yichan and my master were born as twins. They are different from ordinary twins. They are two brothers.
In addition to different minds, the aura and blood on the body are exactly the same. It can even be said that the two of them are originally the same person. Eight hundred years have passed and the blood has begun to fade. Therefore, you are not aware of the secret.
The real aura of the Mo family, I don’t blame you, and the Mo family won’t blame you either.”
The person transformed by the black dragon has been following Bai Yichan in the past. Under his influence, he is also very smart. When he heard Zangren's words, he couldn't help but open his eyes wide, but his eyes were empty. What did he think of?
, but he didn't want to believe it no matter what. His legs softened, his knees bent, and he fell to his knees on the ground.
The man transformed by the black dragon raised his head and looked at Zangren, his eyes showing a kind of desire. He longed for the immortal to give him the answer and let him hear the answer with his own ears that he didn't want to believe.
Zangren saw the thoughts of the person transformed by the black dragon, and shook his head helplessly and sighed, his voice still gentle, and said: "Tianji, the current Mo family is the descendant of Bai Yichan, who you should do your best to protect with death.
.If you don’t believe it, I am willing to make a nine-day oath for this.”
The person transformed by the black dragon knows very well what level of cultivation the Hidden Blade in front of him has. Just by waving it casually, he can knock down his level of cultivation by two realms. For such a person, if he wants to fight for the Mohist family, he only needs to
Just use a little trick to change his memory, it's that simple.
"No need, I believe it, it's me, the secret is wrong..."
As the words fell, the person transformed by the black dragon was filled with tears. The tears dripped from high altitude and turned into water vapor and dissipated during the fall.
"It was me who was wrong, Master, it was Tianji who was wrong..."
This handsome face became distorted due to crying. Hidden Blade did not stop him and allowed the person transformed by the black dragon to cry as much as he wanted. Why hide a simple secret for eight hundred years? Master, master, what are you trying to do? Disciple
Is what I did today right or wrong?
The man transformed by the black dragon stopped crying, knelt down and worshiped the Cangren three times with the power of heaven, and then stood up. There were still tears on his face, and his eyes were slightly blurred, but his tone was a little more firm.
He asked: "My benefactor, how can Tianji be fixed?"
After just a few words, Zangren saw that the blade transformed from the black dragon showed his attitude, and he couldn't help but smile on his face. That smile was still as refreshing as spring breeze.
He still had that gentle voice, saying: "White has turned into ink, and there is no longer any separation of yin and yang in the world. Mo Yu's sword has been destroyed for eight hundred years, and what is left now is nothing more than a defective product. Whether Mo Yu can wake up is still unclear.
You know. Tianji, are you willing to turn into a Zen Taoist Tianji again and protect the Mo family?"
The person transformed by the black dragon was speechless, and black light emitted from his body again. The black light transformed, and the black dragon appeared again. Accompanied by the starlight and moonlight, the black dragon's scales began to change colors. The original darkness gradually faded away, replaced by something like this
It is as pure gold as the solemn Buddha statue. The golden dragon jumps down and shoots directly at the Mohist Tianshui Villa.
Zangren looked down and saw a pure golden sword in front of Mo Ming, the current swordsman of the Mo family in Tianshui Villa, which penetrated deeply into the stone slab, faintly emitting colorful Buddha light.