Ying Ruge has long been exhausted, thousands of feet high in the sky, no matter how powerful the immortal cultivators are, without the flaming phoenix, they don't know how to walk on the wind, how can they travel around the world? All kinds of lofty sentiments, in the end, are just an ant with a hundred years of longevity on the vast earth.
Keep falling, keep falling, and eventually it will be like falling from the sky. The moment it hits the ground, your bones will be shattered and your flesh will turn into mud.
It is said that blessings come in pairs, but misfortunes never come alone.
It is precisely this situation, but it is a disaster. All we can see is the sky outside, covered with dark clouds, among which purple thunder is shining, and then we can hear the roar of thunder.
I'm afraid it's a dead end situation.
What difference does it make if the Hongmeng Heavenly Tribulation smashes the body into pieces, or if it falls from a thousand feet and becomes a pulp?
After all, the Hongmeng Heavenly Tribulation came first. The Hongmeng Heavenly Tribulation that Kui Mulang had resisted a moment ago was nothing more than a purple thunder, or the anger of heaven and earth. Instead, what fell on him was three purple pythons, wind and thunder.
The three bloodthirsty purple thunder pythons chased the falling Ying Ruge with roaring thunder. Although Ying Ruge was eager to live, she had no choice but to do anything.
I once thought that after learning the Baiyun Swordsmanship, I would be able to achieve great success with a good psychic sword and walk around the world alone. If I meet the Mo family, I will meet them with the sword and humiliate them with the sword, so that the world will know that the Baiyun Swordsmanship is even more important than Mo Yu's Swordsmanship.
above.
God has no mercy on him. Although he has no biological parents, he is better than the father and mother he has never seen.
A strict mother and a loving father taught him the right way to guide him. What a satisfying life.
It is true that the road in the world is dangerous. Even if Baiyun Cangguo puts aside his fame and fortune, he will never be able to avoid the pursuit of old enemies.
Who is that man in red robe?
Drowsiness came over me and my body felt heavy.
No matter what, it counts as an unfilial child, and parents should not be blamed after death.
No matter what, he is a ruthless lover and cannot carry eight sedan chairs and nine good horses to make you prosperous.
Baiyuncanggou, if possible, he would like to take his surname as Bai and his surname as Zhang.
No matter if it is the ancient forest in the West, thousands of burials are pressed against the chest and abdomen and the explosion does not make a muffled sound; no matter if it is outside the Hanshan Temple, the ghost tribulation is approaching, the head is still held high, and it does not change its true character.
Now, as the road of this life is coming to an end, there are actually tears rolling down the corners of my eyes. Or have they fallen with me, never evaporated, and fallen to the ground, making people look up and wonder, will it rain on a sunny day?
Or the purple python was blown by the wind and thunder fell from the sky. The martial arts historian cannot remember this detail.
Gray dog?
Haha, it turns out that I never called him "adopted father", but the one I called him more often was "ugly old man".
Cang Gou once said that in the world of men, love comes first and righteousness comes second. So who is he referring to when he feels guilty for his righteousness because of love?
A silver spear made of Dayue Snow. He was once a flying general in Dragon City, a brave general who no one dared to fight against. Why was he willing to give up his glory and live in the turbulent rivers and lakes?
Dayue Xue Silver Spear, I have been pursuing a good psychic sword that is unparalleled in the world, but I have forgotten that there is a loyal servant waiting for the young master to return in the Land of Falling Flowers, so that it can return to glory.
Who is that man in red robes who always comes to the Land of Fallen Flowers to drink with gray dogs?
I remember that he had the face of a handsome young man, with his long hair untied, blowing in the wind, and more handsome than the heroes in the books. That knife and that sword fascinated him, but he did not dare to get close.
I remember he said: "This boy is extremely talented and will become a great person in the future. Why don't you join me and become my thirteenth disciple?"
Thirteen disciples?
The man in red robe?
One sword and one sword?
Ying Ruge opened his eyes in an instant, but at this moment, it was like nine thunders hitting his head. He remembered that the man in red robe was really Yan Xiao.
The person he once wanted to take revenge on was really Yan Xiao!
Why is it him?
Why would a person who has sacrificed his lifespan and would rather make his cultivation stand out like sand slowly falling between his fingers, be his own biggest enemy?
Ridiculous, ridiculous!
Laugh at yourself and recognize the thief as your teacher!
Ridiculous, ridiculous!
Laugh at yourself for being stupid!
Ridiculous, ridiculous!
Laughing at yourself, there is nothing you can do.
Yan Xiao, Yan Xiao?
Ying Ruge remembered something again. He left the Muhan Tower and determined to go out alone in order to cultivate his own fighting spirit body. Before leaving, he asked Yan Xiao: "Master's sword once killed the seven evils of Hongmeng, so why didn't Master pass it on?"
My sword skills?"
Yan Xiao replied: "My master's sword was passed on to your third senior brother, and my master's sword was passed on to your second senior brother. It's not because I didn't want to, but because I was unable to teach it to you again."
"Then Master can give me the ability to independent Hongmeng?"
"Ying'er, why are you learning this skill?"
"revenge!"
"Ying'er, my teacher once had a deep hatred. Because of hatred, I personally killed my brothers and my wife, as well as my rare confidant in thousands of years. After the hatred, my body is like an abyss, and there is nothing else. Your fate is incomplete, my teacher
The teachings enable you to surpass the limits of ordinary people. However, the road is like the road of Shu, and it is difficult for others to interfere with it. Are you willing?"
"How does the Master's teaching compare to the Peak of Hongmeng?"
"As taught by my master, when you achieve great success, even if you are an immortal in the sky, you are no more than a fellow disciple."
When I achieve greatness, the immortals in heaven will be nothing more than fellow disciples!
Yan Xiao!
At this moment, Ying Ruge is extremely eager to live, with an extremely strong obsession. He drives the source of Qi in the middle of the body, gathers his lifelong martial arts practice to gather in his right hand, and gathers the immortal fate between his eyebrows, and performs thirteen years of asceticism to accumulate, gathering in his left hand.
. What I was thinking about was the figure in red robe, wielding a sword and smiling proudly at Hongmeng.
I saw a transparent and ethereal ice-blue long sword emerging from my left hand, wrapped like mist and white air.
, holding a Tang Dao-style long sword with six rings in his right hand, the color is like burning flames entwined with the ghostly aura of Heisen.
The swords crossed each other, and there was an angry and murderous look on the face. There was no more deathly aura as before. His closed eyes instantly opened, his brows were furrowed, and he yelled angrily: "Mountain City Pluto, destroy the wheel!"
The sword made a cross sword wheel and flew towards three purple thunders of heavenly calamity. However, the force of the extreme push made the body beat its chest like a heavy object, and the downward trend increased by three points.
I have been fighting for my life against the sky, and I saw only knife marks and sword wheels colliding with three purple thunders. The purple python wind and sky thunder roared past, like fine sand dust caressing my face, leaving no trace.
despair!
Deep despair!
In just a moment, the magical destiny of martial arts and dual cultivation were gone.
If you take a risk before death, you have no choice but to give up.
Looking back at the ordinary world, we can already see the beautiful restaurants, and pedestrians on the road are like black-spotted ants coming and going non-stop. The ghost boy Dalang in my mind has given up and no longer struggles.
Perhaps this life book was also written here, hoping that my parents and brothers would be ordinary in the next life.
When the ghost boy Dalang thought about this, although there were tears in the corners of his eyes, he had no regrets.
"Brother Ying, if my brothers can live to be fourteen, will they become talented?"
"Yes."
"If Brother Ying survives, will you accept them as your disciples and let them become heroes as powerful as Brother Ying?"
big hero?
Ying Ruge couldn't help but smile bitterly to herself, when could she ever be called a hero?
Maybe Cang Gou, the ugly old man, and Brother Eleven’s adoptive father can be called heroes, right?
"They will become famous heroes all over the world."
"Brother Ying, thank you."
The voice in her head was whimpering slightly, and Ying Ruge also closed her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and showed a seemingly peaceful smile.
Suddenly, I felt the Qi source in my stomach burning like fire. For a moment, Ying Ruge's face showed pain, and her whole face began to distort.
Why do you press the acupuncture points hard with your hands? The Qi source that is about to be exhausted seems to have external spring water pouring into it continuously, or even like a water bag that is full and about to burst.
"Dalang, you..."
"Brother Ying, remember our agreement. Being a man is an agreement between men. Brother Ying, thank you..."
The voice of the ghost boy Dalang began to get weaker and weaker, and the balance between humans and ghosts began to be broken like a scale tilting in an instant.
lingering in Ruge's heart and mind, he could even clearly feel that Dalang's small body was becoming transparent and incomplete.
His originally innocent and cute appearance gradually became terrifying. His fair and tender face began to turn dark, and his eyes began to grow darker. His hair began to grow longer and became messy, and his fangs, nails, and ghost markings on his body began to appear.
.
Even though his appearance has become two extremes, there are still tears on his face and a smile on his face.
"Brother Ying, thank you. I'm so scared, but as the eldest brother, I have to be brave..."
"Brother Ying, I'm really scared..."
"Dalang, stop quickly..."
Before the words could be answered in his mind, the immortal connection between his eyebrows was stabbed like a sharp cone again, and the pain spread throughout his body.
"Brother Ying..."
The figure of the ghost boy Dalang became completely transparent, until the entire image in Ying Ruge's mind completely cracked, the transparency turned into silk, and finally completely dissipated.
Ying Ruge cried, the immortal ghost man among the three fiercest men in the world cried.
No matter how painful his head was, it felt like it was exploding and his body was on fire. He covered his face with his hands and cried.
The three purple python wind thunders were only five or six feet away from Ying Ruge. The Hongmeng Heavenly Tribulation Thunder actually seemed to have a spirit. The giant python opened its bloody mouth, as if it was ready to swallow the ghost-controlling master of Mu Han Tower in one bite.
Ying Ruge opened her eyes angrily, and the skin on her body turned into a bloodless pale again. Her eyes were no longer black and white, but filled with blood. The demonic spots on her face reappeared, but they were no longer pitch black or fiery red, but that faint and scattered color.
Shining gold.
The white hair was fluttering in the wind, and the muscles on his back gradually protruded, and strange bones penetrated the skin and grew rapidly. Until the bones turned into the shape of wings, the muscles and feathers gradually covered them, and the pure white wings took shape.
"What a pity?"
Ying Ruge, who was completely transformed into a ghost, asked the purple python Feng Tianlei who had fallen from the Hongmeng Heavenly Tribulation, "The sky thunder is not alive, how can it be heard and understood at the same time?"
"Star Jue-Jiaomu Jiao!"
Stretch out your right hand, point your index finger forward, and tap lightly.
Using his fingertips as the source, a jet-black dragon head with the same thickness as the sky thunder shot out. The black dragon roared and flew towards the three sky thunders.
The black dragon's body gradually took shape, and it rushed straight towards the purple python wind and thunder in the middle, swallowing the thunder into its mouth. I saw purple lightning flashing out of the body of the dragon, which was originally as dark as night.
The black dragon hiding the thunder from the sky quickly turned around in the air and pounced on the thunder on the right side of Ying Ruge again.
"Star Jue-Wing Fire Snake!"
The left hand also stretched out, and with the same index finger, a spiral flame wrapped around the purple python wind thunder formed on the left side. At the end of the thunder, the flame was shaped into a triangular snake head, spitting out a letter.
, the body gradually tightened, and suddenly died like the heavenly realm.
Look at the black dragon with thunder and lightning hidden in its belly, howling and biting the last thunderbolt, but it seems that it is unable to do what it wants, and it is dragged by the thunder and crashes into Yingruge.
linger
The pair of white feather wings behind Ruge flapped several times, and flew to the other side to avoid the sky thunder. The purple python wind and thunder had already targeted Ying Ruge, turned around sharply, and still pursued Ying Ruge.
As for the black dragon at the tail of the sky thunder, the sky thunder in its belly gradually expanded, and finally, like a snake swallowing an elephant, it burst its body and dissipated.
Ying Ruge grasped her right hand forward, and a long sword in the shape of a Tang sword, buckled with six rings, and completely white. The sword was gradually wrapped with light gray Qi, and finally wrapped around the blade.
"Mountain City Pluto - Wheel Destroying Slash!"
The voice was cold, like a ghost whispering with disdain.
The void knife turned into a knife mark nearly ten feet wide and flew towards the incoming purple python Feng Tianlei.
In an instant, it disappeared like smoke.
The pair of white feather wings were still flapping, and the knife in his hand gradually disappeared.
Ying Ruge looked at her hands, feeling something like this that she had never experienced before. She was afraid that she could really compete with the sky, stand on the top of the independent Hongmeng, and be an immortal in the sky, but she was just a fellow.
Just when Ying Ruge was still grieving that the ghost boy had sacrificed herself to save his life, she heard a loud thunder that shattered the tranquility. Before turning around, she felt like Mount Tai was approaching, and like the water of the Yellow River pouring down.
His whole body was paralyzed, and he no longer had any intuition. The feathers on his wings were missing and had burn marks. There were countless cracks in the skin on his body, and the skin and flesh were open, and white bones could be seen.
In the end, it is difficult for man to fight against heaven!
When the fourth purple python wind and sky thunder dissipated, the fifth one fell straight down, and then there was a muffled thunder.
I really have no way to save myself, I am ashamed of myself.
However, a red figure stood in front of him, and the man's left hand transformed into a long sword as green as spring branches. He saw his left hand swinging the sword directly at Luo Lei, and the purple python wind and thunder automatically dissipated.
"Fellow Taoist in heaven, is this the will of heaven?"
Are you asking the sky? Are you asking the immortals in the sky?
Ying Ruge's eyelids have been closed, and she can no longer resist the heavy sleepiness. Why does that strange sense of security come from this person?
What did he say his name was?
Perhaps the last sentence he heard was "Yan Xiao is here, who dares to touch my disciple in the slightest!"
As I finished saying those words, I felt the sun was still hitting my face, which felt very comfortable.
Besides, even though Zhong Xihou’s residence in Jinling City is several miles away, how could the naked eye not see all the colorful things on the other side of the sky, as well as this strange phenomenon in the sky?
Zhongxihou asked Hua Shaohong: "Life or death?"
"I'm afraid of a narrow escape, Lord Marquis, can you survive the catastrophe?"
Yan Hude asked: "Purple python wind and thunder?"
Hua Shaohong frowned and shook his head, expressing that he didn't understand.
"Good guy, I was struck by lightning once, but I didn't die. Then I was followed by three purple thunders, which ate up all the thunder, and finally I was struck by lightning again. Brother Ying is also a monster, so he can't die even if he is struck by lightning?"
When Zhong Xihou heard this, he breathed out slowly and said: "If you die, how can you live up to the title of immortal ghost? Purple python, wind and thunder? If it is not a natural disaster, it is a man-made disaster."
"Man-made disaster? Is there anyone who can control the thunder?"
Yan Hude pointed to the sky, Hua Shaohong didn't understand, and Yan Hude didn't explain.
Heaven?
Anyone?
Hua Shaohong was thinking, if people in the Hongmeng realm can only see the scenery at higher places if they keep moving forward, it would be good, but if they have to go through a catastrophe to see the scenery at higher places, what is the balance between gains and losses?
He was a little sleepy. He thought of his brother. If one day Hua Wuxin faced the so-called heavenly tribulation again and took that step, might he remain calm and calm in front of the so-called purple python wind and thunder?
More importantly, could he be as calm as Ying Ruge or Zhong Xihou?
"There is a senior fellow student named Shan Jian. The master once said that he is his most proud disciple. Unfortunately, he is too stubborn and has to fight against the sky even if he risks life and death."
"Dead? Struck to death by lightning?"
Zhong Xihou looked at Hua Shaohong, smiled, and continued: "My foster father once said that if that senior brother lived in this era, neither General Han nor Hei Wuchang would dare to lift the sword."
"So, he's dead?"
Zhong Xihou shook his head and said something that made Hua Shaohong and Yan Hude stunned.
"In total, that senior brother is probably 800 years old."
"Eight hundred years old? Neither a god nor a demon? How can you live eight hundred years?"
"No, he died more than seven hundred years ago, but he is almost eight hundred years old?"
"Master Hou, is he alive or dead?"
Zhong Xihou shook his head and said nothing more.
Yan Hude sat on the steps. Eight hundred years of life and many mortal reincarnations. Can such a life be lonely?
He was suddenly curious, how long did Yan Xiao live?
"No need to guess, he is just an old monster."
Having said that, Zhong Xihou walked towards the gate on his own, holding the ice blue Tingyu Sword.
"Hey, tell me, will Yan Xiao live for thousands of years?"
Yan Hude shook his head and explained: "Since Yan Xiao is from Daye, it has been eight hundred years since the founding of Daye."
Hua Shaohong felt bored, turned over, and continued to lie back on the roof to bask in the sun.
King Gui didn't know when he stopped behind Yan Hude, his voice was still respectful, and his emotions could not be heard. He heard her say: "I heard that Fan Bang used iron cavalry to flatten this continent before Daye, and even conquered Northern Qi.
The land of Asai is also included in it. Wolf King, don’t you think it’s ridiculous that the dynasty rises and falls?”