The scene in front of her outside the gate of Momen Mountain made the seductive Mu Bailu widen her plump red lips.
Na Wu, who had always been in a daze, with a sluggish expression, now had bright eyes, clasped his hands together, bowed in the direction of the Ten Thousand People's Bell, and said in his heart: "Amitabha."
Qingzhou's Wanmin Bell is a magical artifact known to the world. These hundreds of magical artifacts best represent the attitude and philosophy of these swordsmanship sects.
If there is any injustice in the world, let it be settled with a sword!
The loudness and frequency of the bells indicate whether the problem is serious.
Such a thunderous bell echoed nine times in one breath. This is the highest level of warning!
Moreover, such warnings can only be issued by the Sword Master of the Sword Sect.
The heads of each sect know this, and practitioners from other states have also heard about it.
It has been more than 10,000 years since the first-generation Sword Master refined the Bell of All Peoples, and this is the first time in these more than 10,000 years that nine thunderous bells have sounded!
This means that Qingzhou has encountered an unprecedented disaster.
Mu Bailu recalled Zhong Zhengping and Li's voice just now, and then revealed a serious and low voice, guessing that it was the voice of the Sword Master of the Sword Sect!
"Those who wish to quell the catastrophe, please take up your sword!"
Mu Bailu and Nan Wu chewed this sentence over and over again.
catastrophe
What kind of catastrophe Qingzhou had encountered for Master Sword Master to pay so much attention to it
What is really shocking is the attitude and posture of this man in black robe.
At the gate of Momen Mountain, this man appeared and raised his sword in one go, without any hesitation.
decisive.
Chic.
As the head of the Mo clan, how could he not know the meaning of these nine thunders
But just with a flick of his finger, green energy surged into the sky.
- Qingzhou Momen, raise your sword!
This is the attitude of the leader of the Mo Sect when facing disasters and catastrophes.
In other words... it's courage!
Mu Bailu looked at this figure and suddenly remembered the widely circulated saying "One sight of a court song leads to a lifetime of misunderstandings".
She felt that at least she would always remember the scene just now.
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Qingzhou, Jianshan Mountain.
Enjian Mountain is also a subordinate sect of Jian Sect, but its temporary ranking is much higher than that of Mo Sect.
At this moment, a figure wearing a blue robe appeared in front of the Wanmin Bell.
This person is Sun Qijing, the leader of Jianjian Mountain, known as Zhenren Jing.
Soon, six figures appeared behind him, including men and women. These people were the elders of Jianjian Mountain.
"Master, nine thunders! Sword Master's message!" A female elder stepped forward and couldn't help but speak.
Sun Qidian nodded with a solemn expression.
"Those who wish to quell the catastrophe, please raise your sword." His slightly hoarse voice repeated the message just sent out from the Wanmin Bell.
"This is probably the first case in more than 10,000 years." Sun Qijing looked up at the gray sky and said, "It seems like something big is going to happen."
He could hear what the sword master's voice transmission actually meant.
Although I don't know what the specific matter is, Jian Zong's attitude is already obvious.
The sound of the bell and the message must have been conveyed to all subordinate sects.
It is impossible to have such a specification unless it is a catastrophe that affects a state.
And since the disaster affects one state, it is natural to mobilize the efforts of the entire state.
Sun Qijing closed his eyes tightly, formed a sword seal with his hands, and then lightly tapped on the center of his eyebrows, and his consciousness began to spread around.
Soon, he opened his eyes.
"In the Qinglongchuan area, sects have raised their swords." Sun Qijing said in a deep voice.
"Huh? Which sect?" asked a male elder.
"Momen." Sun Qijing mentioned a sect that no one had any impression of a few years ago, but in recent years it has become famous because of one person.
"This Lu Chaoge... is a wonderful person." For a moment, several elders didn't know how to evaluate him.
Sun Qijing smiled slightly, as if he had remembered something interesting, and said: "Junior brothers and sisters, do you still remember when we were young, when we rang the bell of the people and went down the mountain to eliminate demons and cultivate?"
"How can I not remember what the head brother is asking? Look at my injury, isn't it from that year?" a male elder replied.
Another male elder said: "Hmph! If it hadn't been for that evil cultivator, which caused my spiritual consciousness to be severely damaged, I feel that my limit should not be just this. I can break through the third realm again, how could I be here? The bottleneck lasts for ten years."
"Hey, that's not what you said back then, Senior Brother Chen. You said back then that you would stand up after breaking down, and you would soar into the sky in the future."
Everyone was talking to each other, laughing and cursing, which diluted the depression and solemn atmosphere just now a lot.
They heard the head brother take the initiative to mention that everyone went down the mountain to eliminate demons and cultivate, and they roughly understood what the head brother meant.
[Raising the Sword] is actually a sign of surrender.
Next, it is necessary to mobilize the strength of the entire sect.
Even if the inheritance is cut off and the incense is extinguished, we will not hesitate!
If it were in the past, even though we were all subordinate sects of Jian Zong, there would be no need for Jian Zong to pass orders and do things like this.
Sun Qijing took out his natal sword from the storage ring and performed a sword salute to the elders, doing the same as before.
However, what he said back then was: "Junior brothers and sisters, would you like to follow me down the mountain to slay demons?"
What he said today was: "Junior brothers and sisters, are you willing to work together and not worry about life or death?"
Everyone took out their natal swords one by one and responded with a sword salute.
"Please give me the master's orders!"
Sun Qijing laughed heartily, and his laughter spread throughout the entire Jianjian Mountain.
Just like back then, he was as high-spirited as ever and led a group of junior brothers and sisters down the mountain.
This man with gray hair actually has a trace of the high-spiritedness of his youth!
- Just like a young man.
He raised his right hand, flicked his fingers, and a sword energy from his fingertip hit the Wanmin Bell at the gate of Jianjian Mountain.
In an instant, the sound of the bell echoed among the peaks.
The disciples of Jianjian Mountain clenched the natal sword in their hands and watched helplessly as the green energy filled the air, then shot straight into the sky and turned into a huge blue sword.
Sun Qijing's slightly hoarse voice spread around.
"Qingzhou Enjian Mountain, raise your sword!"
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Qingzhou, Yin Yang Sword Pond.
Yin Yang Jianchi is the number one existence among the three hundred subordinate sects of Jian Zong in the past fifty years.
In the entire Qingzhou, apart from the Sword Sect, the most powerful one is the Yin Yang Sword Pool.
Since the establishment of this sect, it is actually shorter than most [hundreds of sects].
However, in this short history of the sect, it has suddenly emerged and become more and more powerful, until now it has become an existence below one sect and above a hundred sects.
The bells of the Ten Thousand People Bell echoed in the peaks of the Yin Yang Sword Pond.
The leader of Yin Yang Sword Pool is a woman named Mu Qing.
She has a strong heroic spirit. She is obviously a woman, but she has sharp eyebrows.
She has slightly high cheekbones and a tall figure, and she exudes the aura of a superior person.
In fact, she acts vigorously and resolutely on weekdays.
Many people in Qingzhou say that she is Qingzhou's Hengyin.
Mu Qing looked up at the Wanmin Bell, with his hands behind his back, and the index finger of his right hand gently tapped the back of his left hand.
A group of senior executives from Yin Yang Sword Pond stood behind her, looking at the Wanmin Bell with serious expressions on their faces.
"Those who wish to quell the catastrophe, please raise your sword." Mu Qing repeated these words.
She snorted, turned around and said, "Is there anything you don't want to do?"
No one said anything.
Yin Yang Sword Pond has its own pride.
The second largest sect in Qingzhou has its own majesty.
Naturally, among the three hundred subordinate sects, I, the Yin Yang Sword Pool, will bear the brunt of the catastrophe!
We sword cultivators, have we ever been afraid of fighting
When Mu Qing saw that no one said anything, a rare smile appeared on his face.
She also took out her natal sword from the storage ring, but instead of doing a sword salute like Sun Qijing, she held the sword horizontally in front of her in a heroic manner.
Everyone has his or her own style and attitude towards life.
She said loudly: "Yin Yang Sword Pool, the ancestor's instructions!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a group of senior executives joined her in speaking out.
"The demon is causing harm to the world, kill him!"
"A fellow sect brings trouble to the world, kill him!"
"Evil cultivators are causing harm to the world, kill them!"
"Alien beasts bring harm to the world, kill them!"
“…..”
A series of killings, filled with murderous intent.
The last instruction left by the founder of Yin Yang Sword Pond is:
"The sword is meant to be unsheathed!"
Mu Qing's slightly narrow eyes looked around at everyone.
In the Yin Yang Sword Pool, all the sects practice are killing swords!
How could such a sect be afraid of war
This heroic woman, with her back to the Wanmin Bell, raised her right hand and flicked her fingers backward.
A fingertip sword energy directly hit the Wanmin Bell, making a loud ringing.
Green energy filled the air, soaring straight into the sky, turning into a green energy sword.
"Qingzhou Yin Yang Sword Pool, raise your sword!"
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Above the nine heavens, a middle-aged Confucian scholar holds a copper bell, his spiritual consciousness outward, and his eyes overlooking the earth.
One after another green energy rose into the sky.
It started from Momen and spread to all directions.
One green energy, two green energy, three green energy... one hundred green energy.
At this moment, no matter which area of Qingzhou you are in, as long as you look up at the sky, you can see at least one sky-attacking sword.
If there are areas with dense sects affiliated with the Sword Sect, then if you look up, you can even see several streaks of green energy at once.
This day is destined to be a day that everyone in Qingzhou will never forget.
The sound of the Wanmin Bell resounded for hundreds of miles, coupled with the sound transmission from the Sword Master, and the sound of raising the sword one after another.
It can be said that this matter spread throughout the entire Qingzhou land in a very short period of time.
Qingzhou is a big state of swordsmanship. There are many swordsmanship sects here. The three hundred subordinate sects of swordsmanship are actually only a part of them.
At this moment, not only these three hundred subordinate sects, but actually all the sects and sects are probably already aware of this.
Although I don’t know what exactly happened, judging from the situation, it is at least a major event that affects one state.
Can you just be on your own
In fact, it is possible.
As long as you run fast enough, even if you die in the end, you can die later.
If the sky falls, the taller one will bear it.
The Sword Sect and these subordinate sects were naturally at the forefront.
However, the specific choice is a personal choice.
This place is a great state of swordsmanship.
More than 10,000 years ago, an eternal emperor came here.
In the name of one person, in the name of a state, it will be popular forever!
For more than 10,000 years, the entire state has been devoted to swordsmanship, and practitioners are proud of their swords and their status as swordsmen.
Even the children at the foot of the mountain love wooden swords as their favorite toy.
This is also an eternal romance!
On this land, there are legends about sword cultivators circulating one after another.
On this land, when people at the foot of the mountain encounter hardships, they will feel at ease when they see a practitioner with a long sword on his waist, and they will feel that they have been saved.
On this land, how many people have died, how many swords have been buried, and how many famous names have been left behind
On a mountain peak, a hearty laugh suddenly came.
"Xishan is willing to listen to the sword master's orders and fight the catastrophe together!"
This is not a subordinate sect.
There were sounds coming from another deep valley.
"Ghost Sword Valley is willing to listen to the sword master's orders and fight the catastrophe together!"
One sound after another, resounding throughout the world.
A great state of swordsmanship for more than 10,000 years, and a romantic swordsmanship for more than 10,000 years!
—Qingzhou spirit!
Above the nine heavens, the middle-aged Confucian scholar put away the copper bell in his hand, and then bowed down.
He had no idea how many people would die next.
No one will know.
But he knew that there would be people who kept raising their swords.
Qingzhou is bright and green, and the sky is full of green energy.
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In front of the gate of Momen Mountain, Lu Chaoge looked around.
There are already a large number of cyan air swords in the Qinglongchuan area.
In his previous life, he was not a Qingzhou player, nor was he a swordsman.
He has always been confused, why among so many players, the sword cultivator players have the strongest sense of immersion, and the sword cultivator players are all arrogant and proud
Sword practitioners look down on anyone.
In this life, he understood.
Sword cultivators have their own pride deep down.
At the same time, he has his own style and courage.
After he raised his sword, figures appeared behind him.
The first ones to come here were Ji Changkong and Lu Dongli.
Ji Changkong's appearance made Mu Bailu and Nan Wu outside the mountain gate secretly frightened.
Although they have never met Ji Changkong, they have all heard of the Four Divine Swords and know the appearance and characteristics of Ji Changkong, one of the four sacred swords.
Now, feeling the terrifying aura emanating from his body, I suddenly understood.
Now, due to a major incident, the two people worshiping the mountain didn't know whether to advance or retreat for a while, so they were still in a daze in the air.
But because the mountain protection formation has opened a corner, both of them can see and feel what is happening in the mountain.
Ji Changkong came to Lu Chaoge's side, raised his head and glanced at the blue Qi sword rising into the sky, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.
But with the old naughty boy's temperament and Lu Chaoge's decisive attitude, Ji Changkong couldn't help but mutter: "Humph, do you know what raising the sword means? I think you are very free and easy, even for a breath of time You didn’t hesitate, right?”
Lu Chaoge raised the corners of his mouth and said, "No."
This "no" made Ji Changkong choke.
He didn't mean to reprimand him, he just laughed and scolded him: "Young people don't know the heights of the world."
He wanted to say that if the sky fell, he would be the first to hold it up.
Unexpectedly, when Lu Chaoge heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said something immediately.
This sentence fell into the ears of Mu Bailu and Nan Wu, which directly shocked the two of them.
“Why do young people need to know that the sky is high and the earth is high?”
(End of chapter)