The Western Immortal Realm collapsed, the crowds left, and on the starry sky, two figures, one big and one small, walked in parallel towards Mo Xing.
Immortal Realm and his party have gained a lot, and the affirmative answer when the Queen Mother of the West disappeared has dissipated a lot of doubts that have been lingering in his heart.
He doesn't know when he will find the real way to bring him back to life, but as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will persevere.
In addition, there was one thing that he still couldn't understand. Before the Queen Mother of the West disappeared, she used a gold hairpin to draw out the Tianhe River and bury the black vortex at the end of the fairyland in it.
The thing that can make the Lord of the Western Immortal Realm care must be unusual. What is that huge black vortex
As for the phoenix body, there are still too many unknowns. He never thought that one day, the person he can't trust the most is himself.
After walking for many days, Mo Xing was already in front of him, Ning Chen restrained his thoughts and stepped into it with the little girl.
Moshan, on the platform of Zhiyu Peak, Master Mo felt a sense of it, opened his eyes, looked into the distance, a ray of brilliance flashed, indescribable.
Not long after, the figure in black walked over, bowed and said respectfully, "Master"
The ink master nodded and said, "It's good to come back, let's go back and rest first."
"Yes"
Ning Chen bowed again, and immediately walked away.
Outside Zhiyu Peak, the big hand held the small hand and walked towards the ninth peak together.
A day later, on Zhiyu Peak, five figures returned at the same time, and they respectfully saluted Ling Yun, the leader of the third peak, and then detailed the journey of the Xianjie group.
On the Taoist platform, after listening to the former's remarks, the old man's face did not change. He nodded slightly, and said, "I already know, you all step back."
The five of them bowed in unison, turned and walked away.
On the ninth peak, black clothes stood still, looking in the direction of Zhiyu Peak, his dark eyes were like an abyss, and he could not see any emotional changes.
Behind him, Yin'er was working hard to practice swordsmanship.
The Zhujian, which was cut from green bamboo, hummed softly in the wind, and faintly, the phoenix sang bursts.
Learning martial arts requires qualifications, and Yin'er's talent is beyond doubt, plus the fact that he has trained martial arts with phoenix blood, his foundation has already surpassed the so-called martial arts genius.
Knowing fate is not a genius, so, never will Yin'er be seen on the same day, and the sword is still taught from the basics, day after day, it is only the most basic and basic.
Learning swords is very boring, especially if it is only a few basic moves every day, the little girl is tired of practicing, and she will always have a small temper.
However, Ning Chen, who has always indulged the little girl, never backed down on this matter.
He is very clear, how to see the sword on the sword without enduring the hardships.
The most inexhaustible talent in this world is genius, and geniuses who cannot fulfill their talents are useless.
On the sky, the scorching sun is heading west, and the day gradually passes by. As the sun sets, a calm voice spreads to the ninth peak in the distance.
"Ninth Junior Brother, come to the third peak"
Hearing this, Ning Chen turned around and looked at the third peak in the distance, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Yin'er, you continue to practice swordsmanship, I'll go out and I'll be there soon"
In the voice, the black clothes swept out, turned into a streamer, and flew to the third peak.
Seeing this, Yin'er pouted and continued to practice swordsmanship hard.
On the third peak, a young man in yellow clothes is sorting out the medicine field on the peak. The medicine field is less than ten feet square, and there are large medicines growing in it. The smell of the medicine is fragrant.
In the medicine field, the man in yellow has an ordinary appearance and a restrained aura.
However, only people from the Momen know that the master of the third peak is the first person in the Momen other than the Mo master.
Ling Luozhen once said that even though she was in the late stage of the Immortal Stepping Void Realm, the possibility of her defeating the third senior brother was less than 10% in a real fight.
Ning Chen appeared, came to the medicine field, looked at the man in yellow in the medicine field, and said politely, "Third Senior Brother"
Ling Yun raised his head, smiled gently, and said, "Come on, wait a moment, it will be fine soon"
Ning Chen nodded and waited outside the medicine field with a calm expression.
About half an hour later, Ling Yun sorted out the big medicine in the medicine field and walked out.
"It's been a long time," Ling Yun said with a smile.
"Third Senior Brother is polite," Ning Chen replied.
Ling Yun smiled and said, "Actually, when I called you here, it's not too important, it's just some trivial things that you can't worry about. After thinking about it, only the ninth junior brother is the most suitable for you."
"Third Senior Brother, please speak," Ning Chen replied.
"These days, I have to go out for a trip. I can't worry about the flowers and plants here, so I asked Junior Brother to help you take care of them," Ling Yun said softly.
"How long will it take?" Ning Chen frowned slightly and said.
"I don't know"
Ling Yun shook his head and said, "Maybe ten days, maybe months, maybe..."
At the end of the sentence, Ling Yun's tone was stagnant, and he did not speak any more. He smiled and said, "Anyway, before I come back, these herbs, I will ask my junior brother."
Ning Chen nodded lightly and responded.
"The last thing, I heard that the younger brother has extraordinary accomplishments in swordsmanship. I wonder if the younger brother is fortunate to have a discussion with the younger brother."
While speaking, Ling Yun waved his hand, and from the bamboo house behind him, a wooden box flew out. The moment the wooden box was opened, a white sword as thin as a cicada's wings flew out. The sound of the sword was mournful and piercing.
"Three brothers know how to use swords?"
Ning Chen narrowed his eyes and asked softly, in the Western Immortal Realm, he had never seen Ling Yun use a sword, nor had he heard Ling Luozhen and Qi Huan mention it.
"Know a thing or two"
Ling Yun held his sword and replied.
"Luck of a Brother"
Ning Chen's expression condensed, and with a wave of his hand, the blue light circulated, and Tai Shi appeared.
"Please"
"Please"
When the words fell, Ling Yun moved first, the white rainbow came out, and the sword danced with the person.
Ning Chen swung his sword to block the front, and with a loud bang, the sword light pierced his eyes, and the sword sounded.
The blade of the sword in Ling Yun's hand turned, and Ling Hua turned around, just like Cao Yi was out of the water, the sword intent was dense.
The rapidly changing sword, the sword is true, the sword is false, indistinguishable and inseparable.
Ning Chen's eyes flashed with brilliance, the sword's edge swam, and he followed the sword to meet the exquisite sword.
The two swords exchanged, and it was instantly divided. The confrontation of the fast swords, one sword was faster than the other, the sword light passed, the black hair fell at the same time, and the free and easy style interweaves a perfect and picturesque swordsman's decision.
On the other four peaks, Ling Luozhen, Qi Huan and other Momen four sons looked towards the third peak, watching the swordsman's decision.
They never knew that it turned out that the swordsmanship of the third senior brother was so extraordinary.
"White Rainbow"
It is a blessing in life to meet an opponent with a sword, but he can't help himself.
"Um?"
Ning Chen tilted his ears, moved his sword, and swam around.
The criss-crossing white rainbow light is gorgeous and unusual, the sword light in the rainbow, the beginning and the end are not seen, the sword is the first in the world.
Suddenly I heard Qi Qi Jian Cry, and in the rainbow of swords, there was a sound, a sound.
Suddenly, a dazzling red dripped down the body of the sword, instantly dyeing the ground in front of him red.
Into the eyes, Tai Shi's sword is half an inch into the body, and the final chapter of the sword art quietly ends at the most gorgeous time.
"Why?" Ning Chen asked, frowning.
"No reason, the winner is stronger, Junior Brother, you won"
Ling Yun showed an incomprehensible smile on his face and said softly.
The body came out, the sword edge was separated from the body, and a smear of blood dripped down, desolate and beautiful.
Victory and defeat, at this moment, become blurred and indistinguishable.
Bai Hong flew into the wooden box, the sound of the sword disappeared and could no longer be heard.
"Ning Chen, it's not too early, Senior Brother will no longer keep you, please come back" Ling Yun said with a smile.
"Sister Farewell"
Ning Chen heard the words, suppressed the doubts in his heart, bowed politely again, and immediately strode toward the ninth peak.
On the eighth peak, Ling Luozhen's eyes flashed with sadness. She delayed her time, but pushed the third senior brother forward.
"Ayara, don't be sad for me, everyone has a life, I have no regrets in this life."
A calm voice came, without too many waves, a sword battle, but the last regret.
"Senior brother, is it really impossible to change?" Ling Luozhen said sadly.
"Ninth Junior Brother is different from anyone I have ever met. Perhaps, your questions can be answered from him, but Senior Brother can't wait any longer, so he will go ahead and hope that you can come later on the Naihe Bridge."
On the third peak, Ling Yun smiled lightly, picked up the sword box, and walked down the mountain.
On the peaks, the four sons of Momen bowed and bowed to bid farewell to the three brothers.
On the ninth peak, Ning Chen's eyes became deeper and deeper, looking at Ling Yun who was descending the mountain, his heart was inexplicably heavy.
Although he could not feel the breath of the sword just now, he could still hear the cold sound of the sword. This battle was not only a battle, it was more like a farewell.
Sending Yufeng, Master Mo opened his eyes and looked at Ling Yun who was leaving. After a long time, he sighed softly.
On the tenth day, the mountain was still as calm and peaceful as before, and there was nothing unusual. However, on the eleventh day, a young man who looked like a teenager came up the mountain with a white rainbow sword box on his back.
"Master Ink, Brother Lingyun left a message to send this sword to the ninth peak."
On Zhiyu Peak, the young man gave a respectful salute, put down the sword box, and said.
On the ground, the blood-stained sword box was bright red and dazzling, and the rainbow sword in the box screamed faintly.
"Go ahead," Master Mo's old eyes flashed with emotion, and he sighed softly.
"Thank you Lord"
The young man saluted respectfully.
Half an hour later, the young man climbed the ninth peak, looked at the figure in black in front of the peak, and respectfully said, "Mr. Jiu, Brother Lingyun asked me to send this sword, please accept it."
The sword box was opened, Bai Hong was quietly lying in it, blood on the sword, dripping dazzling.
"Third Senior Brother, uh"
Ling Luozhen, Qi Huan and others appeared, and when they saw Bai Hongjian, their hearts ached at the same time.
"The sword has been delivered, I'm going to say goodbye."
The boy put down the sword box, bowed politely again, and turned to leave.
"Excuse me, what's your name"
Ling Luozhen recovered, looked at the young man, and said.
The young man stopped, turned his head and said calmly, "I'm just an ordinary sword giver, it doesn't matter what my name is, gentlemen, there will be a future."
After speaking, the young man did not say any more, and walked away.
The young man left. On the ninth peak, five figures looked at the white rainbow sword in the sword box and stood silently. After a long time, the masters of the sixth and seventh peaks sighed and stepped away.
"Ninth junior brother, since the third senior brother gave you this sword, please accept it."
One last glance at Bai Hong, Qi Huan looked at the young man in front of him and sighed softly. On the side, Ling Luozhen clenched her hands as pale as she could, her eyes couldn't hide the sadness. Why? Could it be that their fate is only like this