The dazzling mirror light is like a waterfall descending from the sky, dazzling the world, unstoppable, unstoppable, from before eternity, across time and space, and shocking people.
Qingjian was illuminated by the mirror, and the light suddenly dimmed. Almost at the same time, the red sword flew over, and Qinghong joined forces to block the mirror light.
However, after a short pause, the two swords were knocked out and stabbed to the ground.
Ning Chen was shocked, seeing the light coming from the mirror, but it was too late to escape.
At this moment, Prince Yan moved, his figure flashed, and he pulled out of the abyss.
The sword light and the mirror light collided, and the void shook greatly. After a while, it was difficult to bear this terrifying aftermath, and it shattered.
In the violent storm, Tsing Yi blocked the pass, black hair danced, motionless like a mountain.
Ning Chen returned to his senses, and after subconsciously looking at the door, he saw that in Nuoda's stone room, there was only one side up and down on the stone platform of the ancient realm, which was quaint and extraordinary.
Prince Yan walked in, broke the restriction, picked up the ancient realm, and threw it over.
"Take it away"
Ning Chen took the ancient realm, looked at it from the front and back, but couldn't see why it came, so he put it away and studied it later.
The treasures that the sages of the Great Perfection of the Three Disasters valued must have extraordinary qualities, but he didn't need them.
The sixth gate was broken open, and only the last one remained. Prince Yan hesitated for a moment and did not make another move.
If he guessed correctly, behind the seventh gate is the coffin of the owner of the tomb.
However, at this moment, the seventh gate suddenly opened, and in an instant, the entire tomb changed, everything was reversed, the eternal dark world disappeared in an instant, the stars shone in the sky, and endless brilliance hung down from the nine heavens. . There was a sigh in the void, and a vague figure walked out, and the world changed color in an instant. It was difficult to hide the peerless elegance in the blink of an eye. It could be felt that this was an invincible man with a tall and straight body, shoulder-length. long hair
As white as snow, the breath of vicissitudes permeates relentlessly, and the hero's twilight years are so clear.
The aura of the only one who alone covers the entire starry sky, one after another of divine flowers hangs down from the sky, covering their bodies, the sages are still in their twilight years, and they still splendidly eclipsed the sky and the earth, making people unbelievable that this is the afterglow of old age.
The ancient realm suddenly moved, woke up from a deep sleep, the chaos tossed, and ripples swayed in circle after circle, and it flew out of Ning Chen and landed next to the man. miss.
The man retracted his gaze, looked at the screaming ancient realm beside him, sighed softly, and reached out and stroked the mirror, as if he was comforting his old friends who fought together in the past.
The vision regenerated in the void, and the rays of light began to congeal. Under the setting sun, a woman was playing the piano.
"Moon shaking!"
The sage of the ancients trembled, and suddenly looked back after the eternity, the whole tomb rumbled, the stars kept exploding, the most beautiful fireworks bloomed in the sky, and a pair of vicissitudes of the eyes ran through the thousands of years, looking through the chaos.
The man stepped out and crossed the starry sky. The stars in the ancient tomb world began to wither, and the rays of light cut through the sky one after another, more and more, more and more dense, and in the end, it was like rain, which made people dazzled.
The sky is coming, the sages of the ancients are more terrible than the world can imagine. In one step, the whole world seems to be destroyed. A terrifying sign, at this moment, the ancient sage seems to be going out of time and space, and the blurred figure gradually reveals a trace of his clothes. The damaged black battle clothes exudes the eternal cold, and the bloodstains are all over the place, witnessing the life of the ancient sage. record, mix
Chaos gradually disappeared, and a touch of white was extremely dazzling. This man who once guarded the common people and was invincible in the sky and the ground was really old. Even though his body was still tall and straight, he couldn't cover the snow-white long hair.
"You said you would come back"
Under the setting sun, the woman was very tired and her eyes were dim, as if she would come to the end of her life at any time.
The sound of the piano was bleak, the woman's tears fell on the piano, her face was twilight, but she refused to leave.
"Moon shaking!"
Seeing this scene, the chaos around the sage of the ancients exploded, and a figure standing in the sky walked out, the heaven and the earth roared, and there were thousands of Rui Cai, stepping over the stars of Zhou Tian, and came to the picture scroll in an instant.
The man's body was trembling, and the vicissitudes of the face was engraved with the traces of the years. Although he did not appear old, he was really no longer young. His white hair was like snow, which clearly stated this indisputable fact.
The sound of the piano curls, poignant and sad, the woman who plays the piano looks far away with her bleak eyes, gradually disappointed and desperate, tears like rain, and the last hope is sprinkled. null. A round of setting sun is like blood, and the woman's face begins to age gradually. At the beginning, a soft red light rises, which stops the trend of ageing in an instant. However, the woman's body begins to disappear, and the stars are scattered, and it disappears little by little.
Between heaven and earth.
"At the end of the reincarnation, has he ever thought that there is still a woman waiting for him in that distant place?" Is he questioning, or reluctant, the last voice echoed in the tomb, the ancient sage was moved, his eyes closed and flashed After the endless pain, the trembling hand tried to grasp it, but the picture scroll collapsed at this moment, the piano sound stopped, the years were merciless, and thousands of years have passed.
When it passes away, everything is gone, and it can no longer be retained.
The ancient sage, so high above, at this moment is no different from the ordinary man who has lost his love. Tears quietly slipped down, quietly, the world was silent for a moment, and even the stars did not dare to shine again.
A soft sigh echoed in the void. The twin sages didn't say much. They reached out and stroked the qin in front of the woman. The sadness in their eyes couldn't be melted away. The next moment, the ancient sage's body gradually began to disappear. The wind was blowing, and it was bleak.
The ancient realm fell from the sky, the void was still, and everything returned to calm, as if it had never appeared.
Ning Chen took over the ancient realm and sighed in his heart. The scene just now was just the afterimage of the ancient sage and the mirror image printed in the ancient realm. However, he still felt the oppression that transcended the world.
Even such an existence is powerless in the face of Hong Yan's passing, and the years are ruthless, and no one can resist.
He didn't know what happened ten thousand years ago, but there is no doubt that the ancient sage came back late, and he didn't even see the last face of Hongyan.
The seventh door has been opened, and in the stone room, there are two coffins, but they are all empty.
For the sages of the ancients, the most important thing was that woman, who could not be accompanied by her during her lifetime, and must be accompanied by her after her death, even if only two empty coffins could be buried.
"Let's go," Prince Yan said calmly.
"En." Ning Chen nodded and replied softly.
The two left the Yin tomb and walked towards the Yang tomb. This time, Prince Yan did not let Ning Chen follow him, but entered the Yang tomb by himself.
Since the yin tomb contains the coffins of ancient sages, the yang tomb is just a fake tomb, and no one knows what dangers lie in it.
Half an hour later, in the eastern sky, dawn was approaching, and the night was about to pass, Prince Yan walked out, waved Ning Chen with him, and swept toward the north at a high speed.
Qinghong opened the way, the speed of the two people was extremely fast, and a dazzling light was drawn between the heaven and the earth. The moment the sky fire came, another sword flew out from the sword frame, and the three swords were in the same sky, blocking the power of the sky fire.
In the fog forest, Guanghua flashed and rushed in instantly. The next moment, the gate of the underworld opened, and the two disappeared.
The three swords were like rainbows, one by one, they fell into the sword frame. Prince Yan waved his hand and sent the two medicine kings to Ning Chen.
"With the one you got before, it should be able to last for a while. These days, you should seize the time to cultivate and hit the innate realm as soon as possible," Prince Yan said sternly.
The power of the phoenix blood will continue to be depleted, and the three medicinal kings are the best supplements.
Ning Chen responded and began to retreat with the three medicine kings. He is only in the middle stage of the ninth rank, and he is still far from the innate, so he must hurry up.
Prince Yan stayed in the underworld for two days before leaving.
For the rest of the road, it was up to Ning Chen to walk, there was only so much he could do.
Three days later, on the ground in the southeast, a rumbling sound rang out, and the two large tombs slowly sank into the ground.
The legends that belonged to ten thousand years ago will eventually fade away in the years. Every era has its own legends, and the past will never come back.
Before Ning Chen retreated, he had already explained everything to Da Xia, success or failure could only depend on Xia Mingri's decision.
The edge of the northern Mongolian army is sharper day by day, and the 100,000 iron cavalry is invincible. With the destructive power of 10,000 heavy cavalry, the rout of Daxia continues.
The 80,000-strong army of Beimeng's follow-up basically became a spectator to clean up chores and escort food and grass. As long as they did not attack the city, it was estimated that they would not be useful for a long time.
The 160,000 forbidden troops blocked the front and chased after, desperately trying to intercept the pace of the Northern Mongolian army, but several times before they could form a siege, they were rushed out by the Northern Mongolian cavalry.
The strength of the Daxia Imperial Army is well known in the world, and Beimeng is also trying his best to avoid head-on conflict. After all, this is the territory of Daxia, and both sides suffer.
In the northern Mongolia camp, Fan Lingyue sat in the tent, frowning slightly as he watched the battle report sent over the past few days.
Daxia's forbidden army chased less and less, and it seemed that Beimeng was thrown away, but she always felt that it was not so simple.
"Come on," Fan Lingyue said.
"Yes." A general walked in and said respectfully.
"How far are we from the army behind us?" Fan Lingyue asked in a condensed voice.
"One hundred and twenty miles," the general replied.
"How can it be so far!" Fan Lingyue frowned.
"For the first two days, the Imperial Army in the summer was very tight. The soldiers were marching all the time, and some of the teams behind them couldn't keep up," the general said nervously.
"Mediocre!"
Fan Lingyue slammed on the table with a bang, and said angrily, "I don't report such an important thing, what's the use of you?"
The general shivered with fright, knelt down immediately, kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Governor, forgive me!"