The lightning was like scattered snowflakes, torn from the sky by the violent wind.
Beams of light fell between the clouds. Before the light could spread, it was blocked again by the gathering clouds, and new thunder light also lit up on the distant peaks. The curtain of Huanpu Mountain has fallen, and the attached rocks and pine trees have begun to sink like landslides. On the top of the mountain, in the pressing clouds, the clouds rise and fall like boiling sea water, and the violent nine songs seem to come from the deep sea. The giant octopus writhed on the sea surface during heavy rain, adsorbing and entangling the ocean-going giant ship.
Even many years later, this scene will still be engraved in the hearts of the disciples of the Yujian Tianzong. At this moment, what they are looking at in a hurry is a scene that looks like divine punishment coming from the sky and the end of the world.
It was the legendary stage where evil spirits walked at night. The curtain suddenly fell, and the demon god who ruled everything had revealed its huge body. The disaster that followed seemed to split the pupils of everyone who stared at it with thunder and lightning in the next moment.
Lu Jiaoyou walked forward against the wind. Ning Jiujiu also got up from the ground with difficulty. He touched his waist. Except for the dry and hard iron branch that could not be filled with spiritual energy, he had no weapons at hand. .
"Come back, you are no match for him." Ning Jiujiu ran over, and the spiritual power in his body suddenly became unbalanced. He stumbled and fell down. Before he lost his balance, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Lu Marian's sleeve.
Lu Marry stopped, supported him, and said: "Slaying demons and demons is the fate of a monk, you know it."
Ning Jiujiu said: "We can go."
Lu Jiaojiu said: "Now that Tianzong is facing a catastrophe, the mountains and rivers of the four peaks are cut off, and violent waves are coming, my disciples are still waiting for me at Tianku Peak. How can I leave?"
She smiled softly and continued: "Don't you have confidence in me?"
Ning Jiujiu was silent. He raised his head. Over the Huanpu Mountain, crazy thunderclouds were still exploding. The fierce god from three thousand years ago was showing its power, and its power seemed to exceed Ning Jiujiu's original power. Budget, even if it is Lu Marion today, he has no confidence that he can win.
Lu Marry pulled away the sleeve in his hand little by little and said, "When you make a decision on weekdays, have you ever asked me what I mean?"
Ning didn't speak for a long time. He thought of the scene where Lu Jianmo saved him just now. He suddenly felt that this seemed to be a kind of repayment. When everything was repaid, the relationship between them would be like two lotuses drifting apart in the water. Boat.
He doesn't like this feeling.
"I'll go with you." Ning Jiujiu said.
"Are you afraid that I'm too powerful and Jiuying can't handle it, so you want to cause some trouble for me?" Lu Marian smiled faintly, put her hands on his shoulders, and warned: "Go take care of Xiaoling and Others, wait for me to come back."
Ning closed his eyes for a long time, lowered his head and sighed: "Then you must not come back... Now the entire Tianzong's spiritual power and luck have been sucked clean. This is somewhat innately incompatible with you, so be careful."
"Luck..." Lu Marian nodded lightly.
Each sect has a unique mental method that is applicable to the whole sect, such as the first half of the Tianyu Sword Sutra of the Yujian Tianzong and the Zitian Dao Jue of the Zitian Dao Sect.
Everyone in the sect practices this mental method, and when they come together, a kind of ethereal but real "luck" will be formed. This kind of luck will bring prosperity to all those who have practiced this mental method. , destroyed together, this is also the reason why most sects can truly share the same hatred and hatred, because their cultivation is basically connected from the beginning. Unless they leave the Purple Court and advance to the Five Paths, this connection cannot be severed. .
Therefore, Master Hanchi used the power of the sect leader to forcibly usurp the luck of the four peaks. Almost everyone in the sect fell to at least a small level. Although Master Hanchi also suffered self-inflicted losses, he could easily achieve full luck in the peaks. fill in these vacancies.
Ning Changjiu said: "When the founder of Yujian Tianzong built this great landscape formation, he might have had this idea in mind."
Many ascetics who stay in the bottleneck for too long and watch themselves grow old slowly, and who are filled with grandiose ambitions and decadent ambitions, will go crazy.
"But the Patriarch didn't do that after all." Lu Marion said, she was unwilling to maliciously speculate on anyone who died.
Ning Jiujiu said: "So you must become the sect master in the future... Only truly kind people can prevent such a thing from happening again."
Lu Marion hesitated for a while and then nodded abnormally.
If there is a future... She thought silently.
As he spoke, several streaks of green or orange light tore through the broken sky and hovered in front of Lu Yueyou.
The sword energy stagnated, revealing the figure of the master of the three peaks.
"I'm just waiting for you." The leader, Jing Yangxia, said.
Lu Marry nodded lightly.
Yujian Tianzong has been completely separated at this moment.
On the same day, the mountain-protecting sword was activated twice. This was an unprecedented event in history. The point of the sword was even the sect leader.
"Be more careful." Lu Marian turned around and gave her final warning.
Ning Jiujiu bowed deeply and said, "Disciple, bid farewell to Master."
This sentence fell into Lu Marion's heart, causing ripples of unknown meaning.
She temporarily erased the slightest trace of Taoism in her heart and moved forward with her sword.
Four fairy swords gathered together in the air, their sword intent condensed like fine sand. The main sword was entrenched like an ancient dragon, and its sword intent was like a snake and python entwining itself. The vast ancient sword intent occupied half of the sky, and even the main hall of the sect master was in an instant. Seems much smaller.
The moment the figures of the four peak masters disappeared, Ning Chang couldn't help but take a step forward, but his feet felt like they were stepping on the air, and his body staggered slightly. He put one hand on the ground, stood up straight, and then What followed was an emptiness in my heart.
He moved his foot away and suddenly found that he had stepped on a slender little wild flower.
It had experienced thunder, lightning, and sword energy, and still miraculously survived, but in the end it was broken by an unintentional human foot.
Ning looked at this wild flower for a long time and squatted down to straighten it up, but its delicate stem had been broken and it was still weak. Ning Jiujiu raised his head and glanced at the direction Lu Marry was leaving. Under this ominous meaning, he felt even more uneasy.
In the end, he got up and walked towards the top of Tiancao Peak. The little wild flower would turn into residual red in the wind and rain, and then be crushed into dust.
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At the top of Tiancao Peak, Lu Yuanbai was annoyed by the elders who came one after another. He wanted to be a knight. He felt that these people were just greedy and there was a possibility of turning around, so he was unwilling to kill them.
Just when he was about to give up drawing his sword and try to avoid the limelight, he saw the body of an elder on the ground.
The wound on the corpse came from the back, straight through the heart, simply direct.
Lu Yuanbai raised his head in shock and met the eyes of a girl.
Ning Xiaoling was holding a sword, with blood dripping from the blade. Her face was cold, with disgust in her expression, and the pungent smell of blood made her have the urge to retching.
Lu Yuanbai had an illusion for a moment - standing in front of him looked like the shadow of Lu Jiaoyu when he was a child.
This was not the first time Ning Xiaoling had killed someone, but she still hated this feeling. Her hands could not help but tremble, and the anger and disgust in her heart welled up. She looked at the people around her angrily, not understanding why. They have practiced Taoism for so many years and are still so stupid.
During the siege, many people stopped holding their swords and retreated, staring at the girl and saying, "How dare you kill someone?"
Ning Xiaoling raised her head expressionlessly. Yazhu rushed behind her, grabbed her wrist, and said, "People from the same sect will become possessed if they kill each other hand and foot..."
Ning Xiaoling said nothing.
Yazhu sighed and said, "Let's wait until Master comes back before making a decision."
Before Yazhu finished speaking, a white light flashed past in the blink of an eye. A bloody hole appeared in the throat of the man who had spoken previously. His eyes widened, and before he could make any reaction, he fell with the flying sword at his feet. Fall to the ground.
Several people turned back together and looked in the direction where the flying sword was piercing.
Ning Changjiu's white clothes looked tattered and stained with the ashes of thunder and calamity.
He held a bloody flying sword that he picked up casually between his fingers, and there was no one behind him.
He looked at Ning Xiaoling and said, "Junior sister, you really shouldn't do this kind of thing. It's your senior brother who didn't protect you."
Ning Xiaoling's hand holding the sword stopped shaking. She felt a rare sense of stability. The cold murderous intention in her body quickly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before. She walked to her senior brother, looked at his face, and said : "Senior brother, are you okay... Where is the master?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Master will be back soon."
Ning Xiaoling suddenly explained: "Senior brother, I did not kill innocent people indiscriminately."
"I know." Ning Changjiu rubbed her head and looked at the corpse on the ground. He glanced at the sword wound and said, "Good swordsmanship."
Then, he looked at the enemies all around him and said, "Senior brother, I will teach you another sword."
Ning Xiaoling said worriedly: "Senior brother, please don't force yourself."
Yazhu looked at him nervously and said: "The four peaks are already in such chaos today, don't let it continue."
Ning Jiujiu said calmly: "Don't people become quiet after death?"
After saying that, he leaned down and couldn't help coughing rapidly. He covered his mouth with his hand, and when he let go, there was a pool of blood on his palm.
Ning Xiaoling grabbed his hand and said, "Senior brother, let me do it..."
Ning Jiujiu covered his chest and shook his head gently.
Many of those who had been surrounding Ning for a long time had the intention of retreating, but some people whispered: "He was seriously injured, but he was just trying to be mysterious. What can he do no matter how strong he is under the Purple Court?"
"But he stole the Heavenly Mandate Sword Scripture."
"The Sword Scripture and people complement each other. Now he..."
The discussion was forcibly stopped. Ning Jiujiu took the sword from Ning Xiaoling's hand and took a step forward.
"Lend me a sword." He communicated with the spirit of the Sword Sutra in his heart.
"No!" The spirit of the Sword Sutra said angrily: "If I lend you the sword, my moral conduct will be damaged, and what will you give me to compensate for it?"
Ning remained silent for a long time, and urged the Golden Crow to come to the sea of qi, staring at the spirit of the Sword Sutra.
The Spirit of the Sword Scripture had a natural fear of the Golden Crow. After the two looked at each other for a while, the Spirit of the Sword Scripture lifted up her hair to cover her eyes and compromised: "Okay, I'll just lend you one sword. I won't give you more." …”
Ning Jiujiu's golden pupils suddenly spread like a dead person.
The tip of the sword was not pointed at anyone, but the vague killing intent was pointed in everyone's hearts.
Even Ning Xiaoling's heart skipped a beat. She felt that the senior brother at this moment was scary and strange.
Ning Changjiu's clothes fluttered and he walked forward.
One step, two steps... As he walked, he covered his chest and kept coughing, like a swordsman who had traveled a long distance and occasionally felt cold.
Lu Yuanbai looked at his back and sighed, thinking why this scene seemed familiar. This was not about killing someone, it was clearly about being trapped by love...
Thinking of this, Lu Yuanbai set his sights further away.
That is the direction of Huanpu Mountain.
On that high mountain, which was closer to the sky than the Four Peaks, the mountain-protecting sword was like a large boat made of rolling dark clouds, crashing into the huge rocks in the cloud sky.
The figures of the four peak masters standing in the void looked so small from a distance, as if they would be chopped into pieces by a flying thunderbolt at any time.
Ning Jiuchuan's cough became more and more rapid, and the golden color in his eyes became more and more intense.
An extremely muffled crashing sound came from a distance.
The mountain-protecting sword was smashed into pieces on Huanpu Mountain.
After the gray fog dispersed, it engulfed the top of the mountain, like a huge explosion, and the smoke and dust swept over overwhelmingly.
On Tianku Peak, the sound of swords and Ning Changjiu's cough were also swallowed up.
When the smoke cleared, Ning Jiujiu wiped the blackened blood from the corner of his mouth. He was still coughing, but his dilated pupils had regrouped. His sword had been washed dark red by the blood. There were streaks on the ground. It was a corpse, shocking.
Many people die without any reaction.
This volume of Sword Scripture that the founder found in the depths of the Southern Wilderness is the real founding work of the Yujian Tianzong.
Ning Xiaoling stepped over the corpses on the ground and walked over. She raised her head and looked straight ahead. She was not afraid at all.
She walked up to her senior brother, took off the sword sheath from her waist, then held his hand, raised the sword in his hand, aligned the sheath with the sword's edge, and put it in.
After the sword was returned to the sheath, Ning Changjiu's body went limp and fell down. Ning Xiaoling supported him, carried him on his back, and walked towards the inner peak with some difficulty.
This scene looked a little ridiculous, but there was silence in the room.
The injured assassin elders were not dead yet. No matter how powerful Ning Jiujiu's sword was, it was limited by his current strength and could not kill them all after all.
But they took no further action.
More and more Tianku Peak disciples came out of the inner peak.
They made way for the brothers and sisters. The male disciples were led by Nan Cheng and the female disciples were led by Lerou. They drew their swords one after another and stood in front of them like a human wall.
Lu Yuanbai also drew out his sword. He rubbed his brows and felt that the heart of the sword kept humming. He couldn't calm down no matter what. He took a deep breath, stamped his feet, and simply flew to the direction of the sect master's hall with his sword. .
People gradually dispersed.
There were firelights falling from the sky.
Without the mountain-protecting formation, the four peaks looked a little solemn in such a world.
The dark black sword cloud surrounding the waterfall mountain also began to rotate.
Behind the thick sword cloud, three huge lanterns lit up.
The two symmetrical lights on the left and right are the eyes of the head of the Nine Infants, and the one in the middle is the Heavenly Soul Lamp held in its mouth. The pupils and light penetrate through the layers of fog and shine over.
It arched its huge body again, and the nine heads twisted by the giant python were like nine long whips that stirred the world. After the dark clouds dispersed, its true appearance was revealed again.
"You want to betray me too?"
I don't know whether this sound came from Jiuying or Hanchi Zhenren. Jiuying lowered his huge head and stared fixedly at the four suspended swords. Its jagged body was covered in the aura of death.
The siblings Xue Xunxue and Xue Lin remained silent.
The mountain-protecting sword dissipated, but they failed to leave any real injuries on Jiuying's body.
This is also related to the demise of today's Qi Luck.
Even if they are peak masters, they will inevitably be affected.
Jing Yangxia's face was full of exhaustion after a day of hard work. He who was originally so energetic could hardly hide the traces of time left by him.
"It was you who betrayed Tianzong." Jing Yangxia held the Bixiao Sword, his eyes full of disappointment: "Tianzong's three hundred years of foundation will be destroyed by you! If Tianzong collapses, before rebuilding , there is no one to protect you in this world, what kind of demons will be rampant in Nanzhou? Restoring the city in Jingmang, you are disobeying the common people!"
The snake eyes in the middle of the Nine Infants moved to Jing Yangxia, and the words of Master Hanchi slowly sounded: "This is just your opinion. Hundreds of years later, when I am written about in the history books, the words used should be "Edict" The ancestor of Jiantian Sect’s resurgence.”
His words were slow, and Jiu Ying's movements were also slow.
At this moment, compared with its body, the entire mountain peak looks like a dangerous rock on the sea, giving people a shaky feeling.
Time seems to have returned thousands of years ago. At that time, ascetics were still groping for ways to practice. Countless talented people went astray and became possessed and died. At that time, it was the time when demons and gods in the world were at their most chaotic. , the True Dragon Clan roams the land and sea, the Tianfeng Clan dominates the sky, and the human race survives in the cracks. The rise of heroes is slow, but the fall is incredibly fast. Many ascetics who have entered the Five Paths have not even been able to leave their mark in history. If you give your name, you will become the bones under the throne of some evil god.
How desperate were humans at that time when faced with such an indomitable monster
After thousands of years, this fear and powerlessness have come again.
The swords in the hands of the four peak masters were like scattered bookmarks in front of it.
"You are not my opponent, let me do it." Lu Jiayou walked in the air and floated towards Jiu Ying's head. Her words were neither light nor heavy, but no matter how violent the thunder was, they could not be suppressed.
Xue Xunxue looked at the cold and beautiful face of this junior, and suddenly became furious and said: "What can you do, little girl?"
With that said, she reached out and grabbed the Wenyun Sword at her side and slashed towards Jiuying.
Lu Marian frowned and immediately followed up with his sword. Although Jing Yangxia's Bixiao Sword had lost most of its sparkle, the speed with which he drew the sword was not slow at all. Xue Lin, who had originally thought of retreating due to the fear in his heart, , after his sister stepped on the sword and left, he laughed at himself and followed her.
Huanpu Mountain is in chaos.
The sword cloud that had been exploded by the mountain-protecting sword spread out in a huge ring, sweeping across the four peaks. Where the ring-shaped sword cloud spread, the grass and trees turned into ashes.
Jiuying stepped on Tianku Peak, and every head was like a peerless sharp sword.
Almost all the remaining strongest men of the Yujian Tianzong generation gathered here, but the battle that shook the history of the Shuo Tianzong ended faster than they originally expected.
Xue Xunxue and Xue Lin didn't even make ten moves. After their swords hit Jiu Ying's head, they only cut a very faint white mark. After a moment of moving among the frantic Jiu Ying, they They were repelled by the giant tail thrown by Jiuying. If they hadn't sacrificed their innate spirits at the same time, this tail attack would have even made them lose the ability to fight.
The more advanced a person is in cultivation, the less likely it is for his or her innate spirit to be exposed. Even the battle when the Zitian Dao Sect forced them in front of the door did not force them into a desperate situation and they had to make their true spirit appear in the world.
But at this moment, they sacrificed their innate spirits for simple defense.
As the rumors said, the innate spirits of these siblings were both incomplete tigers. One was missing its eyes and the other was missing its tail. The two big tigers used their huge bodies to block their attacks and cover their escape. He entered the center of the violent area, but the tiger's body was also bruised and bruised, and his spiritual power soon became difficult to maintain.
Jing Yangxia has the highest level. Although his sword can cut through Jiuying's scales and leave obvious wounds, it cannot decapitate him with one sword, which is a drop in the bucket.
Master Hanchi also showed no mercy towards this old man of his own generation.
After Xue Xunxue and Xue Lin temporarily withdrew, Jiu Ying's two pieces were like two sharp swords, stabbing at Jing Yangxia.
Jing Yangxia was forced to switch from the initial desperate attack to defense. Those ferocious giants smashed in like boulders one after another. After each confrontation, the Bixiao Sword became dimmed. With the bang bang bang, he was hit by He kept retreating from the beating, and he wondered if it was an auditory hallucination. There was a strange sound coming from every giant head that hit him.
"I haven't drank blood for thousands of years..."
"There seems to be an extra tumor in my brain..."
"Ah, my father's concubines were really tender and delicate. I will never forget their blood in my life..."
"What era is it now?"
"Who knows, these humans with weapons are still so vulnerable anyway."
"Huh? This woman in white seems pretty good."
"I don't know if her blood tastes good..."
"Wait a minute... you... have you noticed that she looks a bit like that woman!"
"That woman?"
"That woman! Impossible!"
Nine heads exploded at once, and countless noisy words buzzed like shrews quarreling. When these words reached Jing Yangxia's ears, he felt as if his brain was about to explode.
"You were so frightened that when you saw the woman in white clothes, you thought it was her! That woman has been dead for a long time. Jun Futian killed her and her husband back then!"
"Yes...she has died a long time ago, and people like that will die too..."
"Yes, they are all dead. Who else in the world can stop us in the future?"
When it still didn't know the existence of the Lord of the Kingdom of God, it just thought that the main god was dead and the secondary god was the new generation of main god!
Jiuying raised its head and roared, its consciousness collapsed, and at that moment it even overcame the dominance of Master Hanchi.
Jing Yangxia finally gave up and was hit hard by a headbutt and flew away. Lu Yuanbai happened to catch him. Lu Yuanbai looked at the big monster up close, and then looked at Jing Yangxia After weighing the injury of the old peak master, he decided to take the old peak master for treatment first.
Before Jiuying, only the white clothes were still dancing.
The conversation between Jiu Ying and Jiu Song was still noisy, and the conversation quickly turned into a roar.
"Kill her, kill her!"
"All women in white must die!"
"I will tear off her flesh and drink her blood!"
"Kill her, kill her!!!"
Without the obstruction of those cultivators, Jiu Ying's nine heads were all aimed at Lu Jie.
The gray fog on Huanpu Mountain has not completely dissipated, and Jiuying's nine songs are like nine bridges spanning the sky in a huge foggy sky.
And Lu Marion stood in front of the bridge, her sword eyes were as bright as the noon day, her snow-white sword clothes were bulging like a strong wind, and the clothes were covered with lightning-like sword aura. In the strong wind, she was inked. Splashing and dancing wildly. Surrounded by Jiu Ying, her figure remained motionless, but the sword intent on her body was getting higher and higher, as if it could split the demon god in front of her into two halves along with the Huanpu Mountain!
After Master Hanchi briefly regained consciousness, his eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him.
The sword body on her body was so familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere... His original memory chain about Liantian Town was broken again. He couldn't remember what happened, but instinctive fear arose in his heart.
Each head of Jiuying has a consciousness, so this fear cannot be conveyed to every head.
After all, his state when he forcibly fused Jiu Ying was so low that he was now unable to suppress Jiu Ying's ferocity, even if he only controlled the central capital.
Countless voices were rising and falling in his mind, and Master Hanchi knew that this was a sign of obsession.
"As a member of the Tianzong, the fortune of the Tianzong is sluggish. Why is your cultivation increasing instead of decreasing? You have obviously betrayed the Tianzong, so why are you pretending to be the savior here?" Master Hanchi shouted with all his strength. I hope Lu Marian can answer so that he can connect to an anchor point so that he will not be pressed over quickly.
But Lu Jiaojian turned a deaf ear.
The Minglan Sword in her hand was full of sword energy, and Lord Xueyu, who was regarded as the weapon spirit, was like a fish that came ashore to play at high tide and finally flew out.
Mr. Xueyu has gradually regained some consciousness. He just wanted to rejoice that he had regained his freedom. He looked forward to killing evil spirits conscientiously in the future, earning his body back, and then becoming a qualified Nanzhou Demon King again.
But it raised its head, dumbfounded.
What kind of monster is this... Its entire body is now not even as big as one of the opponent's pupils.
"This... this..." Mr. Xueyu's eyes widened, and he turned around immediately. Then he saw Lu Jianjiao's sword intent that was going to cut the nine-headed monster and the mountain below it into pieces with a thousand swords. He was so frightened that he felt like he was wet in the rain. The chicken, holding its wings, tremblingly got back into the relatively safe sword along with its grand ambition.
At the moment when Mr. Xueyu got back into the sword, Lu Marry slapped the hilt of the sword, and the Minglan Sword hung on the rainbow and flew away, and her figure that stayed in the same place was already an afterimage.
Inside her body, the sword fetus that had mostly melted away kept humming.
The ring-shaped sword cloud in the sky seemed to be inspired, and gathered back together at the moment Lu Jianwen activated her figure.
The sword ring was like a rope, locking Jiu Ying tightly. Jiu Ying's thunderous nine heads tore open the sword ring, but it could not capture Lu Jiaoyue's figure as fast as lightning, and the sharp friction sound It kept ringing on Jiuying's body, and at the end of each sound was a sword mark that penetrated deep into the bones. Lu Jianjian and Minglan swords were separated on both sides, and they were both surrounded by white shadows. For a while, they couldn't even tell them apart. Who is the man and who is the sword.
Lu Yueyou stepped through the nine songs, and within a few breaths of ups and downs, she came to the one in the middle.
The man and the sword met from both sides at exactly this moment.
Lu Marian stood in the middle of the snake's head, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, interlocking her fingers, and stabbed downwards.
The Minglan Sword touched the head of Jiu Ying, and the actual sword energy shot out one after another, turning into white air currents, rotating in a spiral with the sword tip as the center.
Jiuying let out a painful roar.
"Kill her! Kill her!"
All the heads roared together, deafeningly.
Jiuying has no sharp claws, but the four separate heads on both sides of its body are bent at this moment. They are like a pair of four-clawed scimitars thrust out brightly. After exerting their strength, they are invincible and can destroy the enemy's head. Through the mulch!
This claw of the Nine Infant White Bones, which once killed the practitioners of the Five Paths, sliced at the woman in white in her early twenties three thousand years later.