From dawn in the morning to sunset, the day actually goes by very quickly. But that day seemed extremely long to everyone in Cuoluochen Mountain. They truly realized what it means to live a month like a year.
It was approaching dusk, and there was no smoke rising from Luochen Mountain.
No one has practiced cultivation. There is a big stone walking on the mountainside of Luochen Mountain, staring at the sky in a daze. Everyone hopes that the familiar figure will appear in the sky, and then Kongkong and Miaomiao will jump on his shoulders and grab him. The bearded man complained, and the others couldn't wait to eat his cooking.
But except for the flying birds, no one appeared in the sky. I spent the whole day in a daze. There was no wind halfway up the mountain, and the atmosphere was a bit depressing.
"He went out to look for him!" Mu Yu couldn't walk anymore, he was jumping from stone to east with an anxious look on his face.
"I'm not allowed to go!" Lan Ling'er pulled Mu Yu, "We'll wait until Senior Brother and Uncle An come back."
The master should have come back a few days ago. By that time, the competition was over. The master said he would return to the Luochen Sect immediately, while Mu Yu and Chengyan rushed to Fulong Mountain. But Ru Ming and the two of them came back, but there was no news from their master, which made Mu Yu and Cheng Yan panic.
Normally, if the master did not come back, they would not worry at all. After all, the master's cultivation would not suffer in the world of cultivation. Could it be that there is a young man in red looking for him at this moment? Even the Taoist Qingsong, the giant of Tiandong cultivation, is not allowed to be at his feet.
No one in the Moyun Mountains could withstand the strength of the young man in red. He asked for Jian Yingchenfeng, and Jian Yingchenfeng was his master. The master had disappeared for so many days without anyone noticing, so how could he not make people worry
"Elder brother and Uncle An should be back soon, don't worry," Xiang Nan said. What he said, in fact, he also wanted to find someone.
Is waiting painful? No one wants to wait.
Everyone already knew that the young man in red was looking for Jian Yingchenfeng, and everyone except Lan Ling'er was surprised. No one in the Moyun Mountains could resist that man's strength. When they heard that Taoist Qingsong was kneeling at the feet of the young man, they were also shocked.
"Miaomiao, Master will be fine, right?" Kongkong walked on the ground, holding a branch with his legs and drawing on the ground, but his eyes were looking at the sky.
"Well! Master is so powerful, how could something happen?" Miaomiao stopped arguing with Kongkong. They did not make trouble everywhere, but walked honestly. There is a powerful person who may have captured Master. They like to stick to Master every day. If something happens to Master, how can they be happy
"If the young man in red catches the master, what will he do to the master?" Mu Yu thought about the possibility of cocoa that he least wanted to see.
The master had never left without saying anything before, nor had he disappeared for so many days without any reason. When everything came together, he knew that the young man in red, Coco, already knew that Feng Haochen was going to deny Jian Yingchen. wind.
Mu Yu felt a little guilty. He and Chengyan should have accompanied their master back that day. But if the master himself is not at the golden elixir stage, if the young man in red has determined that he is the master, then Jian Yingchenfeng, with the cultivation of the three of them, can they compete with the young man in red
He didn't know, it would be nice to even try something!
"Master Xintuo is here!" Kong Kong jumped up with sharp eyes.
Everyone stood up and watched, watching Yongxuan Chengyan grow bigger and bigger in the sky, and finally fell to the east, and everyone gathered around him.
"Is there any news?" Mu Yu asked eagerly.
Chengyan's expression was a little tired, and he shook his head: "He went to Qingsong Sect to inquire quietly. Master is not there, and Master Yongxuan is not there in the school. But he got a bad news."
"It's bad enough that the master is gone, what could be worse?" Mu Yu walked back to the stone.
"Taoist Qingsong has entered the Nascent Soul stage. Their Qingsong sect will hold a celebration ceremony in a month. Invitations have been sent to all sects and they are asking to discuss how to annihilate the Yumeng demon clan in Fulong Mountain." Cheng Yan said.
Has Taoist Qingsong really reached the Nascent Soul stage
Except for Mu Yu, everyone else was shocked again. To them, the Nascent Soul Stage has always been a legendary existence. No one has ever seen it or thought about it. If they hadn't already known that the young man in red was a Nascent Soul cultivator and had probably captured the master, they wouldn't have believed it.
"Other sects suffered such heavy losses in Fulong Mountain that time, will they be willing to participate?" Lan Ling'er asked.
"At the request of the powerful Nascent Soul stage, you have to participate even if you don't want to participate! The head of each sect has to be trembling in front of Taoist Qingsong. In the past, it was enough to be polite and considerate. After all, everyone does not have the cultivation level of Jindan stage. Now I am afraid that Taoist Qingsong will let him The heads of all sects kneel down and have Keke! Who dares to complain?" Mu Yu said solemnly.
Taoist Qingsong is not scary, but the young man in red behind Taoist Qingsong is scary!
Is there any purpose for the young man in red to go to great lengths to help Taoist Qingsong break through the Nascent Soul stage? Even if he wants to find Jian Yingchenfeng through Taoist Qingsong, is there any difference to him between Taoist Qingsong at the Golden Core stage and Taoist Qingsong at the Nascent Soul stage
Is that the question that Mu Yu has been thinking about, and is it the most difficult thing to figure out. The old tree leader told him that the spiritual power of the trapped fairy prison was scattered, and a cultivator at the golden elixir stage broke through to the Yuanying stage. If the young man in red wanted to ask Qingsong Taoist for help to break through to the Yuanying stage, he would have to pay some heavy costs. costs, are those costs really worth it
"What about their sect? Do you want to participate?" Xiang Nan asked.
The ceremony will be celebrated in a month. Taoist Qingsong asks everyone in Tiandong to worship him as a god. Do they dare not to attend
"Let's wait until Uncle An comes back before making a decision. He went to the Qingsong Sect to inquire secretly. In fact, he couldn't find anything -"
Chengyan didn't say anything about going east, and everyone knew it, although Chengyan had quietly gone to Qingsong Sect to inquire about it, and learned that all the sect leaders had gone back a few days ago. Could it be that if the young man in red was doing something secretly, how could they find out
Maybe the master is in a dungeon of the Qingsong Sect at this moment. The Qingsong Sect is so big and guarded by two Nascent Soul cultivators. How can they find anyone
"He went to practice." Mu Yu suddenly stood up and flew towards Shan Zai without looking back.
Everyone looked at Mu Yu who suddenly left in shock, and then sighed heavily. If the master is in the Qingsong Sect, can they go to the Qingsong Sect to save people with their current strength
The enemy is like a huge wave in the vast sea, and they are like a lonely boat in the east of the huge wave. How to resist
What strength! The most important thing is to have strength.
For several days, there was no news about Feng Haochen, and Luochen Mountain lost the joy and laughter of the past month. Uncle An came back once a day and then left. He never gave up looking for the leader. Chengyan also followed him out, and the others all came to Dongxin to practice. Their cultivation was too low to be of much help.
In those few days, Chengyan brought some news, because Taoist Qingsong broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, and the entire world of cultivation had exploded. This unprecedented event forced everyone to pay attention to it. Even ordinary people who didn't know how to practice knew that Taoist Qingsong had become a living god.
Mu Yu was practicing at Luochen Cliff without sleep or food, but his cultivation level had not improved at all. In fact, he couldn't deceive himself. Practicing the Luochen Mind Technique requires a calm mind, but he couldn't be calm at all. He couldn't help but think about his master Ru Ming's condition. He was very anxious and his swordsmanship was unstable and disorganized.
So what if he has the gift of tyranny? So what if he is not the so-called person who controls the situation in Tiandong? Is his strength still so weak? Anyone can kill him, not even his master.
The two split-shadow swords separated in the air, and Mu Yu's body flashed and turned into two people. One person held a split-shadow in his legs, and the shadow on the east side of his feet evolved. The two figures were intertwined, and the sword light was blazing. The sword energy spread across the sky, and the spiritual energy in the sky spread out as if out of control, rolling up the leaves of the old banyan tree on Luochen Cliff, blowing them away, and turning them into powder.
"Ding!"
A red flying sword struck, and red light exploded, smashing one of Mu Yu's clones to pieces. The red flying sword was as gentle and unrestrained as endless flowing water, beating Mu Yu's figure back steadily. .
"He wanted a fight."
Lan Ling'er landed lightly in front of Mu Yu, and the sword in her leg shook violently. Red light appeared everywhere, full of treasure, and the sword body was flashed with light, soft and strong, from strong to soft. Her sword was named Qing Bing. The name should have meant that it was a cold and glamorous sword, but it was like a flame in Lan Ling'er's legs.
Mu Yu said nothing, and the cyan shadow turned into a sword shadow that filled the sky, heading towards Lan Ling'er.
"The falling shadow is disillusioned"
Lan Ling'er's clear ice sword shadow rose into the sky, and the sword energy bloomed, as strong as a fire lotus. One sword turned into nine shadows, shaking out violent ripples of spiritual power in the air, shattering the sword shadows all over the sky, and the wood Yu's body turned around, and the sword in his leg was already stabbing Lan Ling'er.
Lan Ling'er tilted her body, the tip of the sword turned slightly, and the flowing light was released, dispelling Mu Yu's endless sword energy. Her sword energy was both strong and soft, sometimes like cold gold and iron, sharp and domineering, sometimes like cotton. Their swords would never be able to hit at full strength.
The master said that in the nine Luochen styles, different people have different sword skills. Whatever my heart is, my sword will be like.
Looking at Lan Ling'er's frown, Mu Yu suddenly turned red. He was not the only one troubled by worries in that mountain. Everyone is concerned about Master's safety. If everyone is impetuous, who can make the most correct judgment
Master said that cultivating immortals requires a peaceful mind, while Luochen swordsmanship requires a calm mind.
Mu Yu took a deep breath, his heart slowly calmed down, and his shadow stopped trembling.
One person, one sword, one heart, complex sword styles can sometimes be very simple.
A faint green light gradually filled the sword body, like a vibrant vegetation, with a hint of majestic aura, and the sword energy was overwhelming and awe-inspiring. The flying swords in Lan Ling'er's legs intertwined into a red light on her chest, and the red light enveloped her, blocking Mu Yu's sword shadow. However, Mu Yu's sword shadow was like the spring breeze blowing on the grass, with vitality coming one after another, breaking Lan Ling'er's red light, and heavy sword shadows fell towards Lan Ling'er.
Lan Ling'er's steps moved slightly, and she rose up from the ground. Mu Yu's sword shadow exploded on the ground, filling the sky with smoke and dust, and beating gravel.
The two people pulled apart, and then rushed towards the opposite side in unison. The spiritual power exploded with the two people as the center, sweeping away, and the sound of air roaring could be heard in Luochen Cliff.
After the smoke dispersed, Lan Ling'er's right arm was slightly bent, and the sword in his leg missed Mu Yu's chest by an inch. Mu Yu's sword was placed on Lan Ling'er's neck.
"He is really worried about Master."
Lan Ling'er suddenly threw away the Qingbing Sword and threw herself into Mu Yu's arms. Her tears could no longer be held back and poured out, soaking Mu Yu's clothes.
The shadow in Mu Yu's legs had disappeared, and he hugged Lan Ling'er tightly. The cruel girl cried in his arms, but there was nothing he could do. He also wanted to cry, but he knew he couldn't cry. There was always someone who needed to be strong.
Her heart was in chaos, but his was calm.