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"cough-"
Yu Wuxue covered her mouth, her fingers were all scarlet.
"return… "
He repeated it over and over, his voice getting lower and hoarse.
Motionless, like a dead body.
The fat elder was so anxious that he was sweating all over, and he couldn't help but look at his master who was also nervous.
The Supreme Elder shook his head at him, his face pale.
The little disciple was crushed by him to 206 pieces of sword bones, and he didn't have the cultivation base and Luoshu body protection. He was like a piece of blood tofu. The mana they injected was just to keep the blood tofu in its original shape. His skin is still there, but his internal organs have long been displaced, and the inside is full of broken organs, which is extremely tragic.
Rao is used to seeing the elders who are separated from life and death, so at this time, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
All this is his fault.
He should have thought about the situation of the little disciple earlier. He was brought by his side since he was a child, and his senior brother took care of him when he went out. He has developed a blank character that is ignorant of the world. How can he understand the sinister heart? What's more, the one who tempted him to make a big mistake was a beautiful woman with a femme heart, who was used to playing tricks. The little disciple doesn't have a sense of emotion, so once he falls down, he can't get back up again.
The elder Taishang couldn't help regretting, if he had spoken well at the time, maybe the younger disciple could have seen through the ambitious ambition of the empress. She approached him from the beginning to the end only for that precious Luoshu scroll!
But now, it's too late to say anything.
Even if he has supernatural powers, he can't save a dying person.
Since that woman left, the little disciple's will has completely collapsed, and now he is just a pool of flesh and blood that can still breathe a little.
The white-haired old man who lost his beloved apprentice was disheartened, "Wu An, tell your senior brother, let them come..." To see their junior brother for the last time.
"master?"
The fat elder's eyes widened in horror, apparently in disbelief.
If the master known as the first sword cultivator in Taishi is powerless, then wouldn't the younger brother be sure to die
The white-haired old man looked sluggish, "Also, please come over to the sword-carrying officer."
The sword bearer is the second master of the sword sect, and he is hidden from the world. Only when the ancestor-level sword cultivator in the sect falls, he comes out of the mountain in black clothes, and comes to collect the corpses of the sword cultivators and the swords they carry, and bury them together. Jianling.
The fat elder shuddered when he heard that.
The master wants to use the highest standard funeral in Jianmen to bury the younger brother, which shows that in the master's heart, the younger brother is still his apprentice, a disciple of Jianmen, and he automatically withdraws the previous fate of being expelled from the master.
But this fate was bought with the tragic ending of the little junior brother.
The fat elder tremblingly raised his hand, and condensed several small swords, which are the sound transmission swords of Jianmen.
"Boom boom boom—"
As soon as the sound transmission sword came out, several mountains in the sword gate were shaken instantly.
The disciples practicing sword looked at each other in astonishment.
"What's going on here?"
"Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji... God, the five swordsmen of Jianmen are all rioting!"
"Hey, this mountain... is about to collapse! Everyone, run!"
"Boom—"
Before the conversation was over, a small mountain nearby collapsed suddenly, splashing rubble.
The disciples tried their best to escape with their swords, and Jianmen was in chaos for a while.
"Luoguang! What's wrong with Yaoguang Junior Brother?"
The brothers rushed to Jianling.
There are seven swords in Jianmen, and Yu Wuxue ranks seventh. The long sword of his birth name is Yaoguang, and some seniors just call him Junior Brother Yaoguang.
"Who did this?!"
"I killed that bastard!"
Brother Jianxiu was furious.
They grabbed the skirt of the fat elder's sixth junior brother and kept asking what was going on, how could the junior brother be so good that he disappeared
The fat elder was also a little depressed, drooping his head, and said nothing.
"Crack—"
Someone stepped on a dead branch.
All around suddenly became quiet.
In the ice and snow, the old man came slowly with a white jade coffin on his back. The coffin was long and narrow and locked with black chains. The old man looked haggard, and his whole body was extremely shriveled, like a wooden stake that had sucked up moisture, his cuffs were empty, his eyes were only white, and they were horribly hollow.
The faces of the brothers turned pale.
It's the sword bearer.
The old man walked through the silent crowd with a blank expression on his face.
The white eyeballs moved, and the sight seemed to fall on the pool of flesh and blood on the ground.
"Old slave with sword, come today to see off the twenty-ninth Supreme Lord of Jianmen."
He lifted his black robe and knelt down on his knees.
The ceremony is up.
The white-haired old man's lips trembled slightly, and he turned his back.
The withered forehead of the sword bearer rested on the snow ground devoutly.
The white jade coffin on its back began to shake slightly, making regular "puchipuchi" sounds.
The brothers held their breath.
The last Supreme Elder passed away seventy years ago, they were not qualified enough, so naturally they had never seen such an astonishing scene.
I saw the chains on the jade coffin suddenly fell off, the light was clear, and there was a faint cry of grief.
The mourning sound became more and more clear, as if passing through the brain, the senior brothers thought of the scene of getting along with the junior brother in the past, and the tears that were originally suppressed could no longer be restrained, as if they wanted to taste all the heartbreaking pain in the world. With a sound of "Boom", the coffin lid flew up, several long swords flew out, and landed straight on Yu Wuxue's side.
The sword-bearer officer raised his head slightly.
pity.
He gave two words.
Being able to attract the five swords of the ancestors to play a sad song for this fallen sword repairer shows that his sword intent is harmonious and perfect, and the ancestors of the predecessors can't help but be impressed. The sword-carrying officer has been buried so many times. Compared with the past, this time it can be said to be a special treatment. After all, sword cultivators are always arrogant and rarely convince others, and those who can reach the level of the ancestors have their own strengths. reserved.
The old man thought, if he can continue to grow, it may be the sharpest sword in the history of Jianmen.
But that's about it.
"Congratulations to the Supreme."
The voice of the sword-bearer officer floated around without sadness or joy.
"Clang—"
The pitch-black scabbard vibrated suddenly, and a cold light passed by, quietly floating in the air.
The other five patriarch swords embraced, as if surrounded by some joy, they surrounded the snow-white long sword and fell into the jade coffin, falling into a long sleep.
The fat elder lowered his head, not daring to look any further, he heard the sound of the chain being rewound.
The sword bearer stood up and cupped his hands at the white-haired old man. He was about to bury the sword repairer's body. Jianmen's funeral was unusual. In order to prevent others from stealing the bones of the ancestor, after sealing the sword, they used the method of dismantling the dharma body, which dissipated between heaven and earth like smoke and dust, and there was no sound except a sword and a name.
"Offended, my lord."
The old man's hands quickly produced runes, urging the Dafa of rebirth.
Clouds of light and mist slowly emerged from Jianxiu's corpse, and upon closer inspection, they were actually scenes of memories, the most memorable and unforgettable memories of the deceased from childhood to adulthood.
And when playing back the clip of a woman turning her head and leaving, the sword-bearer officer suddenly felt something was wrong.
because-
Time stopped.
The sword-bearer officer has a pair of yin and yang eyes, and is extremely sensitive to changes around him.
There is no wind.
Snow no longer falls.
The whole world is still.
"Cough cough... cough..."
"ha… "
There was a layer of cold sweat on the back of the sword-bearer officer, and the coughing sound from nowhere suddenly turned into laughter.
"Hahaha!!!"
Laugh louder and louder.
It was cold, stern, and creepy, like a soul-calling bell floating up from the underworld.
"Boom—"
Before the sword-carrying officer could react, the jade coffin on his back shattered instantly, and a sword shot up into the sky.
In an instant, ten thousand swords blared together.
The sound of clanging spread throughout the sword gate.
"Sword! My sword!"
"What's going on? This sword is crazy!"
"Where are they going?!"
After the collapse of the mountain, the disciples ushered in a new strange event.
Their swords didn't listen to their commands, and they all unsheathed at the same time, and they went straight in one direction!
They stared dumbfounded at the scene.
For the first time in their lives, the brothers who stayed in Jianling faced the natural disaster that Wanjian attacked, and they all dodged in embarrassment, and several of them were seriously injured directly.
"Master! What's going on here?"
The fat elder was miserable, his reaction ability was the worst among the senior brothers in public, and he was stabbed a few blood holes if he didn't pay attention. He asked several times, and found that the master was staring in a certain direction, and couldn't help but looked over in doubt.
The bloody clothes are in the wind, and the white hair reaches the ground.
Wan Jian surrendered to him.
A drop of blood slowly fell from the tip of the sword, and hit the ground again, blooming a red lotus in the snow.
The slight sound of dripping blood made everyone's hearts beat like drums, and they were a little out of breath.
In the frozen sword gate thousands of miles away, after three thousand years, the destiny finally came.
And the culprit who caused all this was sitting crookedly on the ghost car, eating the spiritual fruit peeled for her by her confidant.
"Your Majesty, I think Jianmen is a bit abnormal."
The female confidant opened the curtain, and the cold wind blew in. She looked down at the Jianmen below, which gradually turned white, and expressed her worry, "I don't know why, I always feel that it is strongly repelling and driving us away, which makes people very sad. Uncomfortable. It was obviously not so obvious before."
Lin Lang bit the flesh slowly, her lips were stained with purple juice, and she said casually, "Then you have to get used to it, if there is no accident, from this moment on, the sword gate and my demon gate will never die."
The woman's confidants thought it was true. After all, His Majesty was really ruthless in his actions. He played a trick to kill people with a knife, and he also performed the image of a ruthless girl to perfection.
Lin Lang rested her chin on one hand, but remembered something.
She frantically messed with Tiandao's father, wondering if she would also get her own luck involved
Her previous luck has been good. As a tasker, she has won the favor of the male lead, so that God seems to love her quite a lot, and sometimes she will be given some opportunities to turn around, so that she can go smoothly.
This time, he directly attacked Tiandao's father. Looking back, it was really a little exciting.
The ghost chariot pulled the two masters and servants, flew over many forbidden mountains, and arrived at Youyu.
When Lin Lang returned to Changle Palace, she saw her confidant Shaohua kneeling on the steps. She was not as lively as usual. When she saw her, she felt guilty at first, and then showed a serious expression, "Your Majesty, Shaohua is doing business. Ineffective, let Emperor You escape!"
The empress paused.
"Escape?"
She has dark eyebrows.
Thirty-three seals are locked in the dungeon, and it is more than enough to imprison Emperor Yantian. The hero can reach the full level overnight and give her wings to fly
Shaohua said bitterly, "That guy from Huanxizong harbored evil intentions and said he wanted to teach him a lesson for you—"
Lin Lang raised her eyebrows, she understood, so she had an insider here, and this insider was her beloved male favourite.
Sure enough, he was afraid of something.
Linlang pinched the center of her eyebrows, waved her hand, and asked Shaohua to receive the punishment.
Knowing that the empress is worried, Chunxi dared not speak out to intercede for Shaohua.
When Lin Lang was lying on the couch thinking about countermeasures, she hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and carefully rubbed her forehead.
The beauty frowned lightly, as if she was covered with a layer of melancholy, quite pitiful. The woman's confidant could not see His Majesty's attitude, so she comforted her and said, "The Emperor You has been imprisoned in the dungeon for a long time, and the magic circle has eroded his soul day and night, and his strength must have been greatly weakened. If there is no little show...cough, If Zhe Huan agrees, he will definitely not be able to walk half a step out of Changle Palace."
Seeing that she spoke with integrity and high credibility, the Empress was a little relieved.
half a month later—
The situation in Jianmen was overturned, and the new head came to the Tiange dressed in red, pointing his sword at the Three Realms and Eight Desolations.
The youngest young emperor of the Great Wu Dynasty ascended the throne, named Ji Wu, and followed the rule of iron and blood.
The commander of the Demon Sect on the border of the Western Regions was born out of nowhere, with great ambitions, and achieved the prestige of the Demon Kings of the Ten Directions.
After reading the information presented by the scouts, Lin Lang quietly looked at the female confidant beside her.
The other party couldn't help shivering, not understanding why His Majesty looked at her like this. However, as a subordinate, it is natural to solve problems for His Majesty, so he said, "Although the power of these three commanders is really amazing, don't worry, Your Majesty, we have only had a few disputes with their disciples. If you are bound by such love and hatred of sesame mung bean, wouldn't you lose your identity for nothing?"
Lin Lang smiled reservedly.
"You're right, I think too much."
Her luck can't be so bad...not a drop left, right