For people like Cang Lun who had already stood at the top of the cultivation world, apart from Xuan Hua, who was at the same level as him, no one else could pose a threat to him.
Even though this is the base camp of the human race and the site of the Luoxian Sword Sect, several of the people present here are well-known big figures who have shaken the world of self-cultivation - this is still the case.
When the cultivation base reaches the realm of Demon Venerable, it is no longer possible to defeat him with numbers.
So no matter how angry the elders and the guests were, they could only hold up the aura of protection and stay in the distance to watch the battle—at most, they cursed Canglun in their hearts as an insidious demon who only dared to do things in the dark. In addition to worrying about Xuanhua, they also had to focus on protecting the juniors to prevent them from being accidentally injured by the two powerful spells.
Lin Quan was mixing with the elders. He was drinking and chatting with Feng Shuang in the vestibule at that time, and he heard Xuanhua's shot suddenly. The old patriarch of the Lin family didn't catch his breath when he saw the high-ranking Dao Zun fighting with the black-clothed man who suddenly appeared. The most terrifying thing was that before Xuan Hua made his move, none of them noticed that the Demon Zun was coming. trace.
Even the Jiang family Taizu, who is known as "The Yuanjun of Divine Consciousness", did not notice the abnormality.
In their spiritual consciousness, Canglun was like a tree, a stone, and it should have been here.
It wasn't until Xuan Hua broke the opponent's way that he appeared in the eyes of everyone.
What kind of limit should this be
Lin Quan held up a barrier for himself in shock, pinched Ling Jue in his hand, and looked away in the direction of Lin Zhizhi worriedly and anxiously - the battlefield happened to be divided by the two Demon Lords, and Lin Quan only had time to take a look before he was told The aftermath of the law spread, so I had to stay away.
But that glance made Lin Quan feel a little relieved - not only the husbands of Lin Zhizhi and Feng Qin (?), but also the presence of His Majesty the Emperor of the Sea, there is no crisis for the time being.
In mid-air, there was another loud noise.
The spirit-devouring knife in Cang Lun's hand was glowing with a pitch-black sheen, and it was as if a hole had been opened in the horizon with one knife, revealing the blood of the setting sun.
Between the sword in the hands of Dao Zun Ziyi and the Soul Devouring Sabre, an invisible air flow was set off, and the gust of wind swept the earth. Crush it mercifully!
Cang Lun agreed with him in this regard, and when he killed Xuan Hua, he deliberately destroyed everything in front of him that was very unpleasant to his eyes - the bright petals were falling from the branches, and there was only enough time to leave a lingering fragrance, and it was completely disappeared into this world.
However, in an instant, this place can no longer be seen as the place where the Double Cultivation Ceremony was held a few incense sticks. As far as the eye can see, it is all ruins.
But this did not ease the mood of His Majesty the Demon Venerable in the slightest.
Cang Lun felt very uncomfortable right now, as if a meteorite was pressing down on the corner of his heart, affecting the blood flow to his limbs, making it difficult for him to even breathe—he was no stranger to this feeling.
He has been in this state of mind ever since those fragmented memory fragments appeared intermittently.
Depressed, hopeless, empty, confused.
When a person suddenly finds that he has forgotten something, or remembered some image, but can't go back completely anyway, the sense of emptiness and powerlessness is quite terrifying - especially when something is forgotten When it was another person who took his life seriously.
Cang Lun wanted to catch that person conditioned reflexively, the physical entanglement is not enough, it is better to go deeper and more...
The feeling of dissatisfaction in his heart reached its peak when he watched Feng Qin kiss Lin Zhiyi.
Canglun has not recovered from the injuries suffered by Xuanhua and Su Yu before and after, and every time he feels lucky, his meridians feel a dull pain - but these are not comparable to that one kiss.
Although Lin Zhizhi didn't take the initiative, it can be seen from his actions that he didn't push back. He didn't resist as much as he did when he was in the magic palace... Why didn't he refuse
Because he loves that phoenix
-Too.
Here is their marriage ceremony, the starting point of their upcoming life. If he didn't show up today, that man would be qualified to hold Lin Zhizhi's hand, and he would be a couple forever.
And he was nothing at all.
His struggles, his tossing and turning, his daily and nightly pains, his confusion in reincarnation, the other party knew nothing.
It's not fair.
Why is he the only one trapped in those countless memories
But how can love be fair
Cang Lun stood in the air, the corners of his long black clothes swaying in the wind. The man's beautiful dark red pupils carried some uncontrollable hurt emotions - this emotion made him look like a large dog that traveled thousands of miles to find its owner. The owner already has another dog...
This was the only emotion left in Cang Lun's body, with a bit of Yaxuan's characteristics.
But soon, the man suppressed the emotion in his eyes.
The Demon Venerable's slender hand clasped the handle of the knife, cut his fingertips, and the dark red blood seeped into the Soul Devourer.
The magic around the man cheered and cheered as if he had felt something, and the phantom of the huge sword expanded, turning into a blade of night and sweeping around.
The coercion from Demon Venerable almost penetrated the body-protective barriers of the elders, and many top-level spiritual weapons were trembling in the air, and the aura instilled by the master was barely able to maintain their effect.
Xuanhua faced Cang Lun head-on, but without blinking, he withdrew the gray sword with a cold expression.
"Sir—" an elder reminded worriedly.
The Demon Venerable glanced at the place because of the shouting, his spiritual sense moved slightly, and the elder immediately groaned and covered his chest—there was a sword shadow there, penetrating his long-condensed body protection magic.
Xuanhua spread out his palms, his long sleeves were flowing, and he looked like a landscape splashing ink painting.
The earth trembled at this moment.
When the elder cried out in pain no longer, a long light cut through the sky and fell into the hands of Dao Zun at a very fast speed.
When the light faded, what fell into the eyes of everyone was an ordinary long sword.
It looked so ordinary, like something you could buy on the street—the only thing that made it different was the scars on those swords.
It was a symbol of force.
Almost all the people present were very familiar with it—especially the people from Luoxian Jianzong, who came in and out of Jianzong every day and saw this guardian sword at the door.
The sword that repelled Canglun thousands of years ago.
At the moment when he felt the breath of Demon Venerable, the sword shook uncontrollably in Xuan Hua's hands, and made a high sound of sword cries.
Anyone who sees it can understand its strong fighting spirit.
When this ancient sword was under the control of Xuan Hua himself, no one in this world could ignore its existence.
Including Canglun.
The awe-inspiring sword energy lifted the man's hair, Cang Lun sneered, the dark light condensed in his palm, and slashed over.