Lincheng Huamo Chapter 91: Ancient Dragon Pool Change
It has been exactly three days and thirty-six hours since Ying Ruge woke up.
The environment he was in was definitely unfamiliar, he had never been there before, but for some reason, he felt a strange sense of belonging and security.
It seems that just here, there is a vendetta? That's just drizzle.
It can even be said that even if the pillar of heaven collapses and the fire from heaven comes to the world, it seems that as long as he is here, he does not have to worry.
He tried to get up and leaned on the back of the bed.
Listen to the sweet singing of birds outside the house, and look inside the house to see the elegant decoration.
Come to think of it, this must be a wealthy family, not an ordinary wealthy family.
"Creak", the door of the house was pushed open.
A girl with a sweet appearance and a pair of extremely eye-catching black eyes came into the house carrying a basin of hot water.
It's hard to say that this girl is a servant girl. She has outstanding appearance. Even if she goes to the imperial capital, she will not be inferior to those rich and powerful girls. But it is absolutely impossible to say that she is the young lady of this family. How can a young lady from a rich family not be inferior?
Be able to do these jobs of serving people.
When she got closer, Ying Ruge's vision was no longer so blurry, and she found that the girl's hair was somewhat interesting.
The two buns are tied up like two cat ears, making her look quite playful and spooky.
Of course, besides Mo Qu'er from Zhuangzi, who can find another person in the book who knows how to wear such hair accessories?
Mo Qu'er saw Ying Ruge wake up, but his face was really pale and bloodless, so he quickly stepped forward to tell him not to move, lest the wound would cause trouble again, which would be troublesome.
After comforting Ying Ruge, he soaked the towel with hot water, wring it to about eighty percent dry, then walked back in small steps and handed it to Ying Ruge.
Ying Ruge was about to raise her hand to pick it up, but unfortunately and helplessly, her arms were so painful that it was difficult to lift them up, and the expression on her face changed horribly in an instant.
Mo Qu'er babbled a few words again, meaning that since Ying Ruge was injured, she shouldn't move around, otherwise the injury would not heal. After saying that, she gently wiped Ying Ruge's face and hands with a towel, which was considered a relief.
This man who was about to die had some energy.
"Girl, where is this?"
"That day, I was frightened. I was sneaking around in the yard eating snacks when I was a good person. Who knew that an immortal carrying you on his back fell from the sky? It frightened me."
"Immortal?"
"Yes, that red robe is so eye-catching. I also mentioned that you have the ability to make thousands of sword souls bow their knees and serve the master. Later, when the young master of the village came, he sent you here."
Ying Ruge couldn't help but open her eyes wide and asked: "This is the Mo family!"
Mo Qu'er nodded, Ying Ruge was extremely nervous, and was about to struggle to get up, intending to leave. But helpless, how can mortals fight against the sky, and how can the injuries left behind by this catastrophe be healed in one or two strokes?
Eighty-eight, the arc of the movement was only a little wider, but the pain in his chest and right ribs made him groan.
Mo Qu'er frowned slightly and placed Ying Ruge on the back of the bed, letting him lean on her.
"What are you afraid of? You think we don't know who you are."
When Ying Ruge heard it, she became even more panicked, and there was even a faint evil light in her eyes.
But I heard the little girl say the second half of the sentence: "Isn't it the master of sword destruction, Linghu Changkong? Our village master is famous in the world and no one can control him. He is famous all over Daye, no, he is famous as Man Dong Sheng Changzhou.
The greatest swordsman of our time, but he is the swordsman of the Moh family. Look, you will be frightened."
Ying Ruge touched her face, took a long breath, and touched the scar on her left eye. She understood that she had been tortured by Yan Xiao and turned into the appearance of Linghu Changkong. But for some reason, her identity was not discovered.
, I felt a little inexplicable, but it was only for a moment.
Thinking about the series of words of admiration this little girl had for Mo Sang, she couldn't help but laugh out loud. Fortunately, the laughter came from the heart and was not artificial, and it didn't offend Mo Qu'er.
"Hey, Master Sword Destroyer, you've been sleeping for so long, are you hungry?"
Ying Ruge was a little embarrassed, nodded and said: "Girl, you are really hungry when you say that."
"I will help you prepare food, but I have agreed in advance that there will be no wine. In addition, you must rinse your mouth first after I get the tooth cup and wicker stick. You have been sleeping for so long, and I can smell your mouth from so far away.
The stench is disgusting."
After saying that, he carried the basin and went out, leaving Ying Ruge alone and a little messy. He took a breath and smelled it. Not to mention, the stench was really overwhelming.
Mo Qu'er fed Ying Ruge this meal one by one. Somehow, it reminded Ying Ruge of how she had learned the sword in the rain when she was young. She didn't know the heights of the world, but before she could learn the sword, she got a high fever.
It was also that time when Fairy Baiyun, her originally strict mother, was really anxious. She sought medical treatment and used her own personal cultivation to stabilize Ying Ruge's internal energy. I still remember her holding him in her arms and feeding her.
Drinking medicine and porridge by yourself. Such a beautiful face, but a frown, is really a grave sin.
Yes, why did my mother, with such a beautiful face, marry such an ugly old man?
While chatting and laughing, Ying Ruge became very interested in Mo Qu'er. She was obviously the adopted daughter of the Mo family, but she didn't want to be a wealthy lady, and insisted on being a servant to serve others. It was strange.
Ying Ruge also said that she had raised a white falcon, also named Qu'er. Mo Qu'er was not angry at all. He smiled and showed his little tiger teeth and said that he was a little milk cat raised by the young village owner Mo Ming.
The cutest little kitten is also named Quer.
It was obviously the first time for the two of them to meet, but they were as cordial as if they were relatives who had known each other for more than ten years, and they chatted extremely happily.
Zhuangzi of the Mohist Family. On this day, Mo Ming, the young master of the Mohist Family, and all the masters of the Mohist Family were in Zhuangzi. Mo Ming was sitting cross-legged alone on the futon in the center of the practice room, with a famous sword passed down by the Mohist family for eight hundred years on his knees.
, the sharp and passionate Mo Yujian.
Suddenly, the atmosphere fluctuated slightly, and Mo Ming couldn't help but frown.
That is the direction of the Ancient Sword Pond.
I saw a figure in the practice room flashing, and the two wooden doors opened and shook back and forth. After a few moments, they made a creaking sound.
When Mo Ming arrived at the blue wave pool behind the ancestral tomb, he saw ripples in the pool, and in the center there were hot bubbles that were like boiling water.
Mo Ming
He couldn't help but frown, and in the next moment, the change occurred again.
The black Mo Yu sword held in his left hand kept trembling, as if this edgeless sword of passion was about to take off its sheath and fly away.
Mo Ming lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand, his brows furrowed further.
I am still young, and my father has already known his destiny. I wonder if he knows what is sealed in this ancient sword pool.
I heard from my mother that my father once wanted to dive into the water when he was young, but he tried a hundred times without success.
At first hearing a dragon's roar, the Passionate Sword was already unsheathed, and the ink-colored blade like a ruler instantly turned into a bright silver blade.
The action is ruthless swordsmanship, and the words are three thousand!
I saw a sword slash out, turning into three thousand sword energy. The sword energy was as white as smoke and shot towards the center of the pool like a three-foot cold front.
Another sword strike, the same ruthless swordsmanship, Master's order!
At first sight, there was a sword light, shaped like a ruler in the master's hand, thrust straight into the pool.
All the sword energy and sword light were absorbed into the small pool, the ripples dispersed, and the water surface became calm again. However, the young master of the Mo family on the land was still holding the scabbard in his left hand and Mo Yu in his right hand, staring and staring.
Sure enough, suddenly, the center of the pool seemed to explode, and countless sword energy shot out from the center. The purity of the sword energy was breathtaking. Mo Ming knew that he was no match, so he retreated hastily, only to see the sword energy all over the sky falling like arrows, covering the lake.
The whole area of Mohist ancestral tombs was destroyed. In a moment, all the tombstones of the ancestors were destroyed.
Looking at the young master of the Mo family, he was already in a state of embarrassment. His originally bright robe was covered with wounds. His right wrist was not even taken into consideration, but a small gash was cut open. He suddenly felt weak in his hand, as if holding the sword was also heart-wrenching.
There is more than enough but not enough strength.
Listening to the dragon's roar again, there is a muffled sound coming from the center of the pool.
Not good!
Once again, a white-feathered phoenix spread its wings and flew out from the center of the pool, screaming into the sky. Then it spread its wings again, and the feathered swords in the sky fell like stars, covering the entire Mohist Villa.
Naihe, Naihe!
Mo Ming no longer held back, and activated the Qiyuan of his twelve meridians, displaying the power of Qinglan, a master of Taoism.
Mo Yu's sword then changed from a silver blade to an ink-colored ruler. He discarded the scabbard and held the sword with both hands. The sword was so bright that it shone with golden light, as if a golden sword several feet long was held tightly in the hands of a mortal.
Slashing towards the sky, the golden light struck at the white-feathered phoenix. The phoenix neighed, stopped shooting the feathered sword, and hurriedly avoided the sword. Even though he avoided it, he was still affected by the remaining power of the sword, and half of his body disappeared in an instant.
Strangely, the white-feathered phoenix bird has lost half of its body, and the remaining half of its body is still fluttering in the air. It seems that the other half of its body is still the same, but has become transparent.
Hearing the scream again, he saw feather swords falling all over the sky. Fortunately, the destroyed half of the body was indeed destroyed, and the fallen feather sword was also shot from the remaining half of the wings.
However, the sword was launched with only one strike, but the retraction was too slow, and there was no time to show off the divine power and completely destroy the strange beast that flew out of the ancient sword pool.
Mo Ming grabbed the sky with his left hand and turned his palm into a claw. The white-feathered phoenix seemed to be pulled towards him by a strong suction force. He could only hear the pained scream, but he was unable to resist.
Suddenly, anomalies reappeared.
Hearing the muffled sound of the familiar dragon's roar coming from the pool, he saw the waves in the water getting louder, and a black dragon jumped out of the pool and flew into the sky.
The power of the black dragon coming out of the pool shook Mo Ming away in an instant, causing the master of the Mo Family's Shaozhuang to lose all his strength and damage his body.
He held his sword on the ground and pressed his left hand against his heart. He could not stop the sweet smell in his throat, and he immediately vomited out a mouthful of black blood. Looking at his expression again, his expression was already gloomy.
Cultivating Qinglan, forcibly urging the vitality of heaven and earth, and then gathering Mo Yujian, the ink-colored ring ruler turned into a silver blade again.
Point to the sky, the same move, Master's Order!
The black ruler flew towards the black dragon, but like ink droplets falling into an ink pool, it was hard to find.
The breath he originally held dissipated in an instant, and he vomited out a mouthful of black blood.
The ancestral tomb of the Mo family actually hides two evil beasts, but no one knew about them for hundreds of years.
If it were Mo Sang who was facing these two strange beasts at this moment, he would probably feel sad that the uneasiness he felt twenty-four years ago was finally confirmed today.
Besides, Ying Ruge, who was recuperating, was already a great psychic. When he noticed the disturbance of the strange beast in the Mohist village, his brows could not help but tighten. Mo Qu'er, who was waiting for him next to him, actually had the same reaction as him, and Ying Ruge was even more concerned about this.
It's strange.
He lifted up the quilt and forced himself to the ground, knowing his priorities, and Mo Qu'er didn't stop him.
She asked: "Aren't you going to die if you are so weak?"
"Your village is about to be demolished. Why am I, an outsider, more anxious than you?"
Mo Quer playfully replied: "What are you afraid of? The young master of the village and a group of masters are here. Besides, Grandpa Jian is also here. Tianshui Villa is impregnable..."
As he finished speaking, he felt a strong pressure. Before Mo Qu'er could recover, Ying Ruge pushed her away, not caring that she fell to the ground and was bruised.
Ying Ruge's right hand turned black in an instant, as if wearing an indestructible glove, and punched forward. The door and window were shattered, and nearly ten white-glow swords shot in from outside. Ying Ruge's fist and
The contact didn't hurt him at all.
A wonderful sight, the sword energy was like a snake wrapped around his right fist, wrapping around and around. Finally, they merged into his body.
Mo Qu'er turned around and saw such a scene, but his eyes showed a fierce look. Although it was very slight, the murderous aura was still detected by Ying Ruge.
Nearly ten rays of sword energy entered the body, lingering in Ruge's whole body and feeling a hot current circulating through the meridians throughout the body, as if it was about to explode out of the body.
He couldn't help but kneel to the ground, supporting himself with his left hand and covering his chest with his right hand. His face was red from holding back, he was panting constantly, his temples were bulging, and he was in unbearable pain.
Mo Quer planned to step forward to help, but was shouted back sharply.
"Don't come here, this sword and sword energy are healing my wounds!"
No one dared to believe it, nor had they heard that sword energy could heal people's wounds. However, upon careful observation, there was no sign that Ying Ruge was about to die, so Mo Qu'er had no choice but to sit quietly and observe.
If Mo Quer saw such a scene for the first time, she would definitely be surprised, but the last scene where the young village owner was healed by the breath emanating from a large wooden box made her feel that all magic was not magic.
Breathe evenly, sit cross-legged, close your eyes, and begin to adjust your inner breath.
The surface began to become smooth, and the complexion turned from red to pale, and then from pale to wheat.
Black. Mo Qu'er counted carefully, but after only counting two hundred and forty, Ying Ruge was already in high spirits, not at all like he was on the threshold of hell when he was sent.
"Walk!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped across the damaged window, and Mo Qu'er didn't waste any time, following closely behind.
Ying Ruge became interested in this little girl, but she never expected that the little sister who had always been by Mo Ming's side also had such skills.
Outside the house, the Mo family's Tianshui Villa was already in a mess, half of the house was destroyed, and the servants were huddled in the corner and shivering. This white sword energy is also strange, destroying the village, it seems to have a spirit and will never hurt anyone. Even the one who was destroyed
The lightning protection beast fell down, almost hitting an old slave's Tianling Gai, but a sword energy struck, shattering the lightning protection beast, leaving only a pile of powder, which made the old slave's hair even whiter.
Ying Ruge looked around, miserable, miserable!
The scene was really chaotic, but what was even more strange was that the disciples of the Mo family were planning to move towards the place where the sword energy struck, but they were also forced back step by step by the pure sword energy, unable to find out the cause at all.
I saw a green figure walking quickly among the gravel. If I looked carefully, I saw that it was a handsome young man in elegant clothes holding a folding fan.
He went back and forth between the sword energy, using his fan as a sword from time to time to carve out a bloody path for himself.
Suddenly I heard a dragon's roar, and I felt a burst of invisible ripples spreading outwards from the source of the sword energy in the distance. Ying Ruge had a splitting headache, as if a voice was speaking, but it was unclear.
"go!"
Another voice came in his head, and he was naturally very familiar with it. It was the voice of Liu Sanqing, the friend he killed with his own hands, the swordsman in white.
Ying Ruge used her psychic powers to communicate with the remnant soul of Liu Sanqing trapped in her body, but she could not find her friend.
"save him!"
The voice came again, and Ying Ruge also understood the meaning. Regardless of the sword energy falling like a stray arrow in the battle between two armies, she just rushed forward.
When Mo Qu'er, who stayed where she was, saw this scene, she also raised the corners of her mouth slightly, smiling evilly, even a little treacherously. It seemed that she was becoming more and more interested in this sword-destroying master named Linghu Changkong.
Mo Qu'er walked slowly towards the direction where Ying Ruge was running fast, but strangely, those white sword energies could not hurt her anyway, and they even gave way as if encountering a demon.
When Ying Ruge arrived at the ancient sword pool, she saw Mo Ming slumped next to a relatively complete tombstone, and the handsome young man in green was fighting against a huge black dragon. It was really interesting.
Young Master in Tsing Yi waved his folding fan and released several sword energy to attack the black dragon. Ying Ruge couldn't help but his eyes lit up. This little guy looked to be about the same age as Zhu Yinuo, and his martial arts skills were quite good.
But another breath attracted him. Although Mo Ming seemed to be fainting, the breath emanating from his body was really familiar to him.
The wind rises at the end of Qingping, and the waves form between microwaves.
If one compares the cultivation of the hundred schools of thought with the martial arts realm, the Qinglan realm is barely at the same level as the Hongmeng realm. Although it is not as good as the fifth level of the Hongmeng realm, it is far superior to the fourth level. Those who have cultivated the one hundred schools of thought to the Qing Dynasty
Those who are in the Lan realm are often called pseudo-Hongmeng.
Although those who cultivate Taoism are not as good as those who cultivate immortality, there are not many opportunities to encounter rare and rare animals when traveling around the world. However, although Mo Ming is extremely talented, he encounters more of those mortal warriors with high realms. Although he is young,
He became famous, but in the end he chose the wrong path, and gradually he was on the decline.
Regardless of whether he is genuine or not, he is still a master of the fifth level of Hongmeng. At this moment, Mo Ming seems to have run out of energy and lost consciousness.
The handsome young man in green clothes on the side walked like the wind, using his fan as a sword. Looking over, Ying Ruge saw that this man was setting up a formation to trap the black dragon.
Ying Ruge didn't hesitate, she formed a formation with her hands, pointed forward with two fingers of her right hand, and said sternly: "Qu'er, go!"
At first sight, a flaming hole was torn in the sky, and a flaming phoenix bird flew out of it. When the flaming phoenix flew out, the hole closed again, leaving people stunned.
The fire phoenix neighed, scaring the young master in green clothes and mistakenly thinking that the black dragon had added help, so he couldn't help but take a few steps back. He moved too fast and did not pay attention to the rear. He almost stumbled over the gravel of the tombstone, but Ying Ruge caught him behind.
The handsome young master in green clothes turned around. He had seen this person's face in a portrait and recognized it as Linghu Changkong. He couldn't help but smile and express his gratitude.
"What kind of monster is this beast?"
Ying Ruge paid no attention to it, but looked at the other side of the sky. A mutilated white-feathered phoenix was slowly returning to its original form. The speed was actually several times that of Qu'er's recovery from the fire after being injured many years ago.
Even the incomplete half of the body has grown so quickly that it is visible to the naked eye, which makes Ying Ruge unable to help but be shocked and admired.
Among the four beasts in the world, the dragon sheds its skin for thousands of years to help practice, the tiger reborn for three hundred years to solidify its true nature, the phoenix bathed in fire for five hundred years to survive the calamity, and the turtle lurked in the world for ten thousand years to live the same life.
Ying Ruge is curious, could it be that this white-feathered phoenix, like Qu'er, is the young of the white swan among the five great phoenix birds?
Facts have proved that this white-feathered phoenix is not a young chick of the white swan clan. Just as Qu'er showed off his majesty as the king of birds and flew towards the black dragon, the white-feathered phoenix spread its wings and hit Qu'er quickly. Qu'er couldn't dodge in time.
, and immediately a hole was pecked out on the left wing.
Qu'er was already arrogant, and his phoenix eyes showed murderous intent. He saw that this little guy's whole body was ignited with blazing flames. The flames burned through the injured area, and he recovered in an instant as before.
The two phoenixes, one red and one white, started to fight each other in the air, showing off their magical powers. When Ying Ruge saw that Qu'er and the white-feathered phoenix were evenly matched, she felt a little relieved.
Seeing that his companion was entangled by the young fire phoenix of unknown origin, the black dragon abandoned Ying Ruge and the handsome young man in green roared towards Qu'er.
Mo Ming was already powerless, Ying Ruge and Qing Yijunzi both exclaimed that something was wrong, and they looked at each other.
The handsome young man in green clothes was not polite and asked: "Brother Changkong, can you help me fly to a height of thirty feet?"
Ying Ruge felt a little puzzled, but nodded.
Just when he was about to destroy the Xingchen Jue move, he felt the Qiyuan surge inside his body, and a familiar aura. Ying Ruge couldn't help but look happy, this, this was actually his sealed cultivation, this familiar aura, wasn't it right?
Is it the sword intention of Thirteen Hatreds?
Thirteen sword qi emerged from the fingertips of his right hand. These thirteen sword qi gradually took shape and turned into thirteen unparalleled swords.
That way, naturally it is the Thirteen Hate that Ying Ruge often mentions.