Taiqing has been recuperating these days, sleeping and waking up from time to time. When he slept, he didn't know what was going on in the outside world. Naturally, he didn't know about the integration of Canglan and Xiao Canglan.
He only remembered that Cang Lan's sword was broken, and he was sad for a while at that time, but this sadness was diluted by Jing Yuan's resurrection. He didn't expect to see Cang Lan today.
After all, the friendship that existed more than 10,000 years ago, Taiqing can be said to be very excited, but he didn't understand why Canglan was born like the phoenix of Jingyuan Daozu, which made him a little uncomfortable.
Canglan didn't explain her current situation, she just patted Taiqing's head, "It's been a long time since we fought side by side, don't let the master down!"
Taiqing looked at the monster in front of him, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing an indifference that did not match his appearance and age, "Naturally not!"
The two sword souls rushed into the demon group at the same time, as fast as a stream of light. An elephant demon saw a white light the size of a grain of sand coming towards it. The nose was cut off by the sharp sword energy.
The elephant monster screamed, and four white lights hit its sturdy limbs, the limbs as hard as stone pillars exploded instantly, and the elephant monster fell to the ground with a bang.
Dozens of light spots revolved around the huge body of the elephant monster, and the afterimages were woven into a net, which completely dismembered the elephant monster.
The brutal and bloody slaughter had only just begun, and the demon group was cut in half.
Half of it is extremely white, and the mountains and forests are frozen into ice, which is derived from the ability of Canglan. As an immortal sword that combines the five elements to the cold, he is born the king of ice and snow.
I saw the handsome and unparalleled young man floating in the air, the blue silk on his head gradually turned silver and white, and it continued to grow, wrapping countless monsters like a snake. Each strand of its hair is condensed by sword energy, and once it is entangled, it will be instantly minced into minced meat.
The other half is dazzling gold. Taiqing decomposes itself into countless light spots, like stars and fireflies, and like a sandstorm formed by a sword energy in a gust of wind, death is everywhere, and no grass grows.
The two sword souls released themselves without reservation, and everyone in the Chen family was already stunned on the tower.
At this time, they knew who was beside Jing Yue, but when they really saw it, they realized that their low strength limited their imagination. It was only the sword souls of the two that made the demon tide that was dead to them. become vulnerable.
The wind picked up, making everyone's clothes rattle.
Jing Yue looked at the scene in front of him and asked with a light smile, "Are you familiar?"
A flash of nostalgia flashed in Qin Yanzhi's eyes, "Back then, Canglan and Taiqing fought side by side like this on Jieshan."
Jing Yue turned back, and the two smiled at each other.
At that time, he and Yi Wang fought side by side as master and apprentice. Now, they are also standing together to face all the crises of life and death.
But in just an hour, tens of thousands of demons were completely killed and injured.
Daricheng defended the city gate with only two swords, and more than ten miles outside the city, the city residents who fled in a hurry stopped.
A woman was holding her child and said anxiously, "The city, the city owner, why didn't you leave?"
The middle-aged man she questioned was the man in power of the Zhao family in the city lord's mansion, and the man frowned in the direction of Daricheng.
Another cultivator came hurriedly, "City Lord, it seems that there is no sound in Dasuri City at all?"
The woman was stunned, so far away, can the immortals still hear the movement in the city
City Lord: "Something's wrong, I'm sure the demon tide has arrived just now, but why is it so quiet at this time? Could it be that the demon tide has receded?"
Cultivator: "Impossible? Unless the monsters are too dead and injured, it is impossible for the demon tide to retreat. Only the Chen family is left behind in the city, and how can hundreds of Chen family members be able to stop the demon tide?"
The city lord heard the other party mention the Chen family, his eyes darkened slightly, "The position of the city lord is not worthy of the Zhao family."
The monk was stunned for a moment, then fell silent.
After a long while, the city lord suddenly said: "You send the city people to continue to escape."
After saying that, he turned around and headed towards the direction of the Great Sun City, and the cultivator shouted anxiously, "City Lord! It's too risky for you to go back now!"
The city lord didn't turn his head, "If I don't go back, my life will be uneasy, so I'll stop here."
The cultivator looked at the back of the city lord and was speechless.
A few small things happened outside the city, few people in the city did not know.
At this time, the Chen family was in a state of jubilation, but after the excitement, Chen Guo said again, "Old Ancestor, the monsters have suffered a big loss here, and I'm sure they won't dare to come again in a short time, but the nearby cities have already been occupied by monsters. , I want to take a look."
If there are still people alive and in need of help, they can also contribute a little bit.
Hearing this, Ruan Jiu also wanted to help a little bit. His cultivation base is not high now, and it is difficult for him to play a big role in the war, but he can use what he has learned on a smaller battlefield.
After all, they are for the righteous path of the human race. Even mortals, even low-level monks, belong to the human race and the righteous path.
Wei Zhentu saw that Ruan Jiu wanted to stay, so of course he wouldn't leave, but Jingyue and Qin Yanzhi had important things to do and had to leave first.
Everyone sent Jingyue and Qin Yanzhi to the gate of the city, Jingyue turned back and said, "Everyone stay."
Chen Guo said anxiously, "Let's send our ancestors off again. If we say goodbye today, I don't know when we will see each other again."
Ruan Jiu and Wei Zhentu looked at each other and both agreed.
He looked at the half-destroyed gate of the Great Sun City and said, "As long as we can survive the calamity safely, we will meet again. Time is running out, so let's go first."
After saying that, he called out Cang Lan, and supported Qin Yan to fly with his sword.
When their figures disappeared, Chen Guo murmured, "The calamity, can we really pass it?"
"Yes!" Ruan Jiu affirmed: "The right way is together, this catastrophe will pass!"
Chen Guo was stunned for a moment, then nodded heavily and said, "Yes! This catastrophe will surely pass!"
In the following days, Jingyue and Qin Yanzhi rushed to Central Continent at the same time. At the same time, they also sent letters to various factions to inform everyone that they had successfully obtained the stone heart of merit.
Cold Cloud Sect.
Yi Ye came to the Patriarch's Palace again, with Cheng Nian by his side.
The two respectfully put incense sticks on Jing Yuan's portrait, and then walked towards Yi Nian's portrait. After the incense was applied, Yi Ye suddenly said, "Senior Brother, my strength was low in the last demon robbery battle. Senior brother won't let me go, this time, I can finally fight side by side with you."
Cheng Nian was stunned when he heard it, not knowing what the ancestor was saying, just as he was about to ask, Yi Ye had turned around and went to Yi Wang's portrait.
He stared at the person in the portrait for a long time, and motioned Cheng Nian to offer incense with him.
In the smoke, Yi Ye suddenly asked Cheng Nian, "Your sword is called Taihao, and the second brother's sword is called Taiqing. Do you know what my sword is called?"
Cheng Nian shook his head. He had been with Yiye for more than a thousand years and had seen Yiye's various weapons and magic weapons, but he had never seen Yiye's sword.
The next moment, I saw a dark blue sword in Yi Ye's hand. The blade was slender and soft, but there was no doubt that when this sword came out, it would definitely be a blood-stained sword.
Yi Ye Yi changed his old style, with a solemn expression, "My sword is called Tai Cang!"
As soon as the voice fell, Tai Cang let out a clear sword cry, and at the same time, Tai Hao also trembled on Cheng Nian's waist, as if responding to Tai Cang.
"Back then, the master gave us three brothers a sword. Now things are different, but my sword is still in my hand, and I will use the sword in my hand to keep the Cold Cloud Sect prosperous for thousands of years!"
A leaf sword pointed at the top of the hall, and said loudly: "Send the cold cloud sect to go up and down, go!"
"Om-"
The Biyun bell on Qingyun Peak did not ring itself, and the rich bell accompanied Yiye's instructions to spread to every corner of the Cold Cloud Sect.
No matter where they are, no matter what their cultivation level is, every disciple puts down the things in their hands and bows their hands in the direction of the Patriarch's Hall, "Disciple is honored!"
At the same time, the golden light of the 100,000 Hanling Mountains, and the Great Mountain Protection Formation of the Cold Cloud Sect that has been covered in dust for thousands of years, has begun!
Before Yiye, in Sanjie Temple, which was closer to Jingyue, Kong Miao had already received a message.
He stood up from the futon, his skinny figure was still tall and straight, and his eyes were as calm as the deep sea in a quiet night. He walked out of the meditation room step by step and came to a large hall.
The towering hall has carved beams and painted buildings, grand and solemn, and the walls are engraved with legends of Buddha that have been passed down for thousands of years.
And the plaque hanging on the top of the center of the main hall is inlaid with the three words of golden light - enter the hall of destruction.
Entering extinction means that the Buddha’s body and the world’s predestined dharmas have been exhausted. Entering the temple of extinction is the hall where the relics of eminent monks in the Three Realms Temple of the past dynasties are stored.
Kong Miao slowed down and gently pushed open the door of the main hall.
The sunlight from the outside flows into the interior, driving away the shadows and paving a bright path.
Kongmiao stepped on the lighted ground, leaving a long shadow.
He came to the front altar, where tablets and wooden boxes were sold, and each box contained a relic.
Kongmiao knelt on the ground for a long time, and then walked forward on her knees again, and dragged out a wooden box from under the altar.
In the wooden box, there is only a red cassock inlaid with gold threads. It looks ordinary, but it symbolizes the status and glory of the first eminent monk of Sanjie Temple in each generation.
Kong Miao gently stroked the cassock, and the memory drifted back to 10,000 years ago.
At that time, Dingyao Mountain had already been engulfed by the sea of corpses and blood, and the sword marks left in the sky were slowly closing, declaring that the demon calamity was over.
The sky was full of snow, and the archmage who raised Kong Miao was really sitting on the ground full of blood, and he had already run out of oil.
Before he passed away, the Archmage really called Kong Miao's name, and the only thing he ordered the other party to do was to take off his robe for himself.
Zhen Rang: "Kongmiao, put it on."
Kongmiao: "But I—"
Really let: "Put it on!"
Zhen Rang's tone was too majestic, Kong Miao did not dare to disobey, so she could only carefully put the cassock on her body.
When he turned his head again, he saw a relieved smile on his wrinkled face, and said slowly, "From today onwards, Sanjie Temple will respect you."
Kong Miaocheng was frightened, and knelt down and kowtowed, "Disciple respects your life."
"Remember, your responsibility."
Kong Miao's voice became weaker and weaker when she heard it. She couldn't hold back her tears, and choked up: "Disciple, you must remember."
For a long time, he didn't wait for Zhen Rang's answer either, Kongmiao's heart suddenly burst, and just as he was about to look up, he heard Zhen Rang sigh, "Son, I've wronged you..."
A breeze rose, rolled a bodhi leaf into the temple of destruction, and blew it down to Kongmiao's feet.
Kong Miao came back to her senses, clenched her cassock tightly, then stood up, and put on her cassock solemnly, just like before.
He strode out of the hall, bathed in the sun, and no longer looked at the Hall of Enlightenment behind him.
- Disciples do not feel wronged. Peace in this world is the responsibility of the disciples!