In the Ziwei star field, among the three gods, in the sky above the land of the underworld, Yan Luo walked out of the halls, looking at the changing starry sky, and his expressions were full of emotion.
I thought that by destroying the magic palace, the world would be able to restore peace, but I didn't expect that a bigger disaster would come later, and the world was in chaos.
"Let's part"
Before the divine ban, Yi Xuanmiao raised his hand and took off the mask of evil on his face, looked at Yan Luo in each hall, and said calmly.
In the current situation, the underworld Yama is no longer suitable for reappearing in the world, and they need to go back to their own path.
"There will be a later date"
One by one Yama took off their masks, revealing familiar faces, saying goodbye to each other, and then each left in different directions.
"Miss Twilight"
Yin'er looked at the woman beside her with a blank expression, and said, "Where are we going?"
"Looking for your master"
Mu Chengxue replied calmly, looked in the direction of the world, and said.
At the same time, on the Shenji Peak, the red maple was scattered, and the sky was full of fire. A'man, who had been kneeling for three years, slowly got up. At this moment, above the nine heavens, the blood clouds gathered, and the great catastrophe came to test the martial artist.
A'man looked at the sky, grabbed his left hand, and in front of him, the Zixiao Divine Sword trembled, and a moment later, Zixiao was unsheathed, and the rays of light shot into the sky.
Linglong's heart, Linglong's sword, facing the first calamity in the world, the sword breath permeates, not afraid at all.
"This is?"
At this moment, all the powerhouses in the fourth realm of the starry sky felt their feelings, and they all looked in the direction of Shenji Peak.
The fourth realm, and it is the breath of human beings.
Has the Fourth Realm finally appeared in the human race
Jinxi City, on the second floor of Xiaoyue Chang'an, the owner of Xiaoyue, dressed in a silver-grey cloak, stood in front of the window, looking at Shenji Peak in the distance, his eyes flashed with emotion.
Shenji, your successor did not let you down. Above the Nine Heavens, you can rest assured. A hundred years ago, the wise man from the realm opened the ancient battlefield, and the source of heaven and earth was replenished. A hundred years later, the first person to enter the fourth realm was also a person from the realm. I have to say that the person who walked out of the pure land of Hades really scratchy
eye to eye.
Kinds of cause and effect, the original efforts of the Marquis of Mingming have been rewarded.
In the world, in the land of Shenzhou, among the mountains that stretch for thousands of miles, the figure of Suyi who re-raised the sword was completely isolated from the world, returned to the mundane world, and experienced the origin of the sword.
The autumn wind is bleak, the fallen leaves are colorful, and in the falling autumn leaves, the plain clothes dance the sword, like a frightening dragon, graceful like a dragon, the sword chirps softly, and the sound is earth-shattering.
In the first year, one split, one stroke, one thorn, simple and hard-working.
The fallen leaves in the sky, cut by the sword's edge, are not sloppy, simple swords, unpretentious, without any impurities.
Unloading the burden, the sword returns to the original, pure sword, it looks no different from ordinary warriors, fighting for the sword, the world of kendo.
Day by day, day and night, Su Yi in the wind seems to be tireless, waving the sword in his hand recklessly.
There was a sound on the sword, a sound, a longing, a yearning, and a gratitude for raising the sword again.
In front of the waterfall, Prince Yan quietly looked at the sword dancing in front of him, and a trace of untraceable relief flashed in the depths of his eyes.
A hundred years ago, when Daxia was in danger, the young man raised his sword to protect Daxia. Although the sword was progressing rapidly, it was too heavy and mottled.
A hundred years later, in the troubled times of hundreds of clans, the former young man has grown up. However, the world is no longer able to be supported by young people.
Shenzhou is still the original Shenzhou, but it needs stronger guardians now.
If he wants to continue to protect the people he cherishes, his sword must be strong enough to touch the kings and emperors of a hundred tribes.
However, before that, he must learn to let go and let go of all the burdens.
From autumn to winter, it snows all over the sky, and the waterfall is gradually frozen, hanging upside down like a mirror, and the beauty is fascinating.
In front of the waterfall, snowflakes are flying, the sword of the swordsman is even more sharp, the figure is like an illusion, and the sword is like frost.
The swords dancing in the sky, vertical and horizontal in the heavy snow, the swords enter the waterfall, and cut a smooth fracture.
In the second year, the spring and autumn flew by, the sword qi shone, and the sound of the sword was startling, like a thunderbolt, making people tremble.
The birds threw into the forest, and immediately flew into the sky after being frightened.
In the second winter, the sound of swords gradually ceased, the winter thunder ceased, and birds and beasts returned to their nests.
The third year…
fourth year…
Year by year, time flies so fast, the sword in the swordsman's hand is also getting faster and faster, and gradually, it can't be seen clearly or clearly.
In the tenth year, the swordsman's figure gradually slowed down, and his sword intent also converged for the most part.
In front of the great waterfall, in the sword stand beside Prince Yan, the green sword trembled, and I felt the sword of the swordsman in front of me, please order it out of its sheath.
Feeling the breath of the green sword, Prince Yan shifted his gaze and said calmly, "Wait, now is not the time."
When Qingjian heard the words, the sound of the sword gradually stopped and calmed down.
In the thirteenth year, when the sword moved, there was no sound. Although the sword moved, it seemed to be hidden between heaven and earth. In the entire mountains and rivers, except for the sound of waterfalls and the roar of birds and beasts, there was no movement.
This year, Qingjian shouted again, but was once again suppressed by Prince Yan.
In the fifteenth year, all things are in the spring season, all things are unraveled, and the great waterfall rumbles down, which is deafening.
Surprised to see Su Yi passing by, a sword swung past, the Tian Waterfall went against the current and rushed straight into the nine heavens.
This year, the swordsman's body was full of sword breath, and he thought about the swordsman's heart, but the swordsman still couldn't hear it.
The eighteenth year, three years later, the sword breath permeated the entire mountains and rivers, and the swordsman seemed to feel the slightest.
Not far apart, Prince Yan's face gradually became condensed. A hundred years ago, he couldn't hear the sword breath because his heart was too chaotic. Now, this opportunity is before him again. Whether he can seize it depends on him. own creation.
One year, two years, since this year, the dazed expression on Ning Chen's face has become thicker and thicker.
Before I knew it, it was another five years, and in the 23rd year, the green hills have been changed, and the mountains and rivers are full of beasts galloping and appearing from time to time.
However, no beast dared to approach the Great Waterfall, and the sword breath permeating the sky and the earth became stronger and stronger, like a natural barrier, blocking all beasts thousands of feet away.
"Ten Years"
Prince Yan looked at the sword breath that surrounded the former's body, and the expression in his eyes became heavier and heavier. Since the fifteenth year, he could feel a trace of the sword breath, but ten years later, he still couldn't really hear it clearly.
Compared with Aman, his aptitude is indeed much different, but this is his only chance. If he misses it, the 25 years of hard work will be completely in vain.
Cultivation, his talent lacks too much, the only thing he is good at is the sword, if he can't reach the extreme of the sword, then in the future, he will have no chance to enter the fourth realm.
In the winter of the twenty-eighth year, in front of the waterfall, Su Yi's figure gradually stopped, and she looked at the waterfall in front of her. One stop was the whole winter.
Not far away, Prince Yan quietly looked at the young man in front of him, and sighed softly in his heart. Martial arts, kendo, talents are indispensable after all, thirteen years, it is too long.
In the distance, the squeak of the wheelchair pressing over the dead branches sounded, and in the drifting snow, a young girl with bright eyes and white teeth appeared, sitting on the wheelchair, but her expression was calm and peaceful, like a goddess in the world, not like a woman in the world.
Beside the girl, a figure in white followed quietly, with a handsome face, a scholar-like appearance, and a restrained breath, which made people not feel the slightest martial artist's breath.
In front of the waterfall, Prince Yan felt the two people walking from afar, looked over, and said calmly, "Wait a minute."
"Twenty-eight years, and now the hundred clans are in turmoil, the world needs the strength of Mr. to deter the hundred clans, and the overall situation is expected to be the most important."
In the wheelchair, Peacock looked at the king in front and said.
"Hold on"
Prince Yan was unmoved and said again.
When Peacock heard the words, Liu Mei frowned slightly and said, "Sir, it has been twenty-eight years, and you should be clear in your heart that this matter has already become a foregone conclusion, please make a decision early."
"The king said, wait a moment!"
In front of the waterfall, Prince Yan's eyes flashed with coldness, and he said coldly.
The king was furious, the wind and snow in the sky suddenly stagnated, and the whole world stopped instantly, like frozen.
After a while, the wind and snow drifted away again, and the world returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.
Beside the wheelchair, Young Master Xiaobai reached out and patted Peacock on the shoulder, preventing him from continuing to speak.
"Brother Yan, how long will it take?"
Young Master Xiaobai looked at the former and asked seriously.
Prince Yan shifted his gaze, looked at the young figure in front of the waterfall, his eyes showed a touch of emotion, and said, "Three months."
"it is good"
Young Master Xiaobai nodded and said, "We'll wait another three months."
In the wheelchair, Peacock also looked away, staring quietly at the figure in front of the waterfall, and there was no prejudice or admiration in the beautiful eyes.
This person, she knows enough, to break through the obstacles of one layer and one layer with mortal money, stand at the peak of the world, such a will, indeed few people can match.
She gave him enough respect, but that didn't mean she recognized him.
Talent, hard work, and achievements are often not equal. If he does not enter the fourth realm, he is not qualified to stand in this chaotic world of hundreds of clans. Although it is cruel, this is the reality.
In front of the waterfall, Young Master Xiaobai stepped forward, stood beside the king, looked ahead, and said, "Is this person so important to you?"
Prince Yan did not speak, however, his silent attitude had already made it clear.
"Brother Yan, you should know that in today's turbulent times of hundreds of clans, the strong are coming out in large numbers. Every moment of delay, the troubles will become more serious. Compared with the rest of the world, the gains and losses of one person, sometimes, really don't matter anymore." White Road. Prince Yan took his eyes back, looked at the people around him, and said calmly, "I don't know what the world is like. The reason why I promised to help you is because you helped the world, but there are exceptions to everything. Humans are the exception, compared to him, the safety of the world is not worth mentioning!"