Luo Jianqing's voice was like a thunderous roar, roaring in this endless darkness.
However, there was no response for a long time.
The way of heaven is no longer obstructed, and the thunder is no longer slashed one by one. On the boundless dark road, only Luo Jianqing is proud and independent, with a straight posture. He waited for a while, but didn't hear any sound, so the corner of his lips twitched, and he suddenly turned his hand and took out a blood-colored jade token.
This jade tablet is a treasure that Luo Jianqing obtained in the ruins of True Monarch Beidou more than a hundred years ago.
At that time, True Monarch Beidou told Luo Jianqing that this was a magic weapon he accidentally obtained, but Luo Jianqing became suspicious at that time. Because this magic weapon is too terrifying, if it is really the magic weapon of the Big Dipper True Monarch, why is the Big Dipper True Monarch worthy of the Nascent Soul stage, and he still died tragically in the Nayitian Mountain Range
This magic weapon is exactly the jade card of the exercises where the "Nine Lotus Capture the Sky" is located.
"Nine Lotus Captures the Heavens" was given to Luo Jianqing by Xuan Lingzi through the hands of the Big Dipper. Over the years, Luo Jianqing has no support. Rong, unable to practice. But now, he looked at this blood-colored jade tablet with cold eyes, clenched his fingers, and smashed the jade tablet into pieces!
boom!
A powerful force fluctuated from the jade card, shaking the ripples of spiritual power layer by layer.
The fragments of the jade card fell from Luo Jianqing's palm. The impact of this spiritual force could not cause any damage to his body, but after the jade card was broken, there was still no difference. Looking at this scene, the smile on Luo Jianqing's lips deepened a bit, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, Luo Jianqing raised his hand and patted the green lotus jade lamp.
When the palm with the surging spiritual power was about to shoot the Qinglian jade lamp, finally, a terrifying coercion knocked off Luo Jianqing's attack, forming an enchantment around the Qinglian jade lamp.
At this moment, the Qinglian jade lantern slowly flew up from Luo Jianqing's hand, circling constantly in the air.
The Qinglian Yuan God on the jade lamp turned into a cyan streamer, and flew back to Luo Jianqing's Dantian quickly. But the lamp was still spinning quietly. Without the Qinglian Primordial Spirit, it would no longer be able to shine. However, the wick sent out the radiance, so that the two sparks would never go out.
The slender wick was reflected in the clear pupils. After a long time, Luo Jianqing sighed and said, "Senior Qingjun has waited for thirty thousand years just to see you. Since you are always there, why... just I don't want to see him again, fulfilling his only wish in this life."
hum!
On the Qinglian jade lamp, a little spark suddenly flickered.
The rumbling thunder sounded in the thick darkness, which was deafening, but there was no lightning strike. On the green lotus jade lamp, a layer of quiet brilliance suddenly flashed, and the ray of light became brighter and brighter.
Luo Jianqing narrowed his eyes, looked at it seriously, and then finally saw that person.
When this illusory figure appeared in the heaven and earth, it seemed that time had stagnated for a moment, and everything turned into nothingness in Luo Jianqing's ears. He couldn't hear the powers that were hidden in the darkness, and couldn't hear the heartbeats and breaths of countless Venerables on the earth. The world was controlled by this person in front of him, only for a moment, but it seemed like ten thousand years.
Venerable Jiulian, the third peak master of Yuxiao Peak in Mount Taihua, is also the most powerful almighty between heaven and earth after the annihilation of divine beasts.
He has a pair of sharp and sharp eyes, eyebrows like blades, and his face is frosty. When he lowered his eyes slightly, he was as majestic and turbulent as the vast ocean. He stood at the top of all things in white clothes. The soul has already stunned the sky, making people breathless.
Luo Jianqing had never seen such a cultivator in his life, and in front of such a person, no one could raise any doubts.
When he really saw Venerable Jiulian, Luo Jianqing suddenly realized why 30,000 years ago, Cang Ruo Yaozun in the Xuantian Continent was willing to fight back and join hands with Jiulian to win the sky; I am willing to travel with Jiulian with all my heart and trust.
In the illusion of Cangruo Yaozun, Luo Jianqing saw sixty-four Yaozun, more than 80 people who died tragically in the extreme north, saw Zi Song, saw Mo Qing, The only thing is that he couldn't see Jiulian's face clearly.
And now, he finally saw it.
I finally understand why one person can let Yuxiao Peak use the life of each peak master without hesitation to maintain that natal lamp that is about to go out for 30,000 years!
However, even if he was startled in his heart, Luo Jianqing was only shocked for a moment, and then returned to calm. He looked at the peerless Venerable in front of him calmly, neither humble nor arrogant, the two looked at each other equally, and did not use spiritual power. In just a short moment, there were already countless confrontations.
boom!
An explosion sounded outside the two of them.
Luo Jianqing narrowed his eyes slightly, and clenched the Xuanling Sword and Frost Floating Sword in his hands. Before he could move again, he saw Venerable Jiulian lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the one between his fingers with nostalgia. Accepting the ring, and then suddenly flicking his sleeves, he took the accepting ring.
"There is an aura of Mo Qing on this." When he spoke, he sighed softly as if from ancient times, "He said, you can win the sky."
Luo Jianqing raised the Frost Floating Sword and pointed at the illusory figure, the sword's tip was condensed with vigorous spiritual power. He stared at Venerable Jiulian with a cold face, and his voice was extremely cold: "Yes, I want to win the sky. And Venerable Jiulian... You are this day!"
Boom!
One after another thunder blasted beside Luo Jianqing and Jiu Lian, smashing around them, but never hit them.
Jiu Lian didn't answer Luo Jianqing's question. He gently rubbed the small ring, which was empty, but his lingering eyes were not moved away.
Luo Jianqing waited patiently, Venerable Jiulian looked at the ring seriously, and after the light passed, he hoarse his voice and whispered softly: "You are only at the early stage of spiritual transformation, it is too early. , you can't defeat me, you have to wait another thousand years."
Luo Jianqing lowered his eyes indifferently: "Could it be that in the late stage of God Transformation, you will definitely be able to comprehend the last two wins."
Jiulian was shocked.
Luo Jianqing looked calm, he opened his mouth slowly, and told the fact that he had guessed: "30,000 years ago, many great powers were approaching their limit, you can't wait any longer, and you can't understand the last two wins, so You took the plunge. At that time, you came to my point and faced my decision now—whether to retreat in spite of difficulties, or to move forward."
"What you chose is to move forward. Since then, the sixty-four demon venerables have fallen on the dry mountain, and the eighty-one venerables have been scattered."
"Before Mo Qing was about to lose his soul, you gave up with all your strength and finally rescued him from dying."
"Then, you start refining Jiulian Qingmo Pill."
Thirty thousand years ago, on this dark and long road, a white figure moved forward rapidly, invincible. He painted the five talismans at a very fast speed, breaking through the limitation of heaven on all things in one fell swoop, and then recaptured the sun, the moon, and the reincarnation!
Jiu Lian is Jiu Lian after all, and he walked here easily, and it only took a moment.
Then in the next eighth victory, he spent a hundred years, unable to advance half a step, and finally caused the sixty-four demon gods to fall, and the eighty-one monks lost their souls. In order to save Zi Song Yaozun, Cang Ruo Yaozun's strength clearly surpassed Mo Qing, but he still died before Mo Qing. And Mo Qing has always kept his promise, staying in a cave a hundred miles away from the dry mountain, waiting for Cang Ruo Yaozun to slash himself with thousands of knives and report his endless hatred for Jiu Lian.
When the last thunder was about to hit Mo Qing, Jiu Lian could no longer bear it. He split the primordial spirit, escaped from the dark path, and rescued Mo Qing, but after all, it was unavoidable, Mo Qing was already exhausted.
So, began to refine the ninth-grade Shendan.
Pretend to be alchemy, find spiritual treasures.
A nine lotus green ink pill, just to save Mo Qing's primordial spirit, but Mo Qing did not wait.
Before dying, Mo Qing kept his promise and returned to the cave a hundred miles away in the dry mountain, closing his eyes forever.
"If you want to take revenge on Jiulian like that, I will wait for you a hundred miles away from here. Let you be cut by a thousand knives, your bones and your heart will be devoured, I am Mo Qing... Dai Jiulian has suffered! 』
A promise was kept for 30,000 years. Mo Qing was buried in the extreme north, sinking together with the hundreds of sages who died tragically.
This is the truth about the tragic death of one hundred and forty-five Venerables in the extreme north.
Luo Jianqing said calmly, as if he was narrating something that had nothing to do with him, but the words were cold and pierced to the bottom of his heart. Over the past few decades, he has broken the rules of heaven step by step, and gradually connected many things together.
Mo Qing's words, Cang Ruo Yaozun's illusion, Qing Jun's broken memory.
All of this is telling a ruthless and cruel truth, a truth that has been buried for 30,000 years.
The pill once said that when it was born, it didn't get anyone's attention, and it didn't even want to run away.
Mo Qing died, and Jiu Lian was crying.
Venerable Jiulian who looked down on the world, the arrogant and peerless Venerable Jiulian, almost collapsed at that time. Because of his mistakes, the blood stained the extreme north; because of his mistakes, he lost the most important friend in this life.
At that moment, there was no one in the world with a god-turning power, and there was only a nine lotus and an extremely northern land that was watered by blood.
On the top of the undulating peaks, a white clothed Venerable stood in the wind, his long hair fluttering in the wind. With his toes a little, he flew between the two peaks, using his spiritual power as a string, he fiddled with the Yuxiaoqin, and played a gentle and peaceful lamentation.
This song was played for a full one hundred and forty-five years.
The first year, as Cang Ruo Yaozun.
In the second year, he was the Demon Lord of Zi Song.
In the third year, it was Mingjia Yaozun.
Fourth year, fifth year, sixth year...
In the last one hundred and forty-five years, only Mo Qing was alone.
The sound of the piano is tactful and mournful, and every sound is like weeping blood, condensing the tears into the sound of the piano.
After playing this song, Venerable White clasped his hands tightly, and the Yuxiaoqin suddenly shattered. Carrying a long sword, he rushed to the sky, and he took the sky alone!
Luo Jianqing used the calmest voice to reveal the cruelest reality. He spoke word by word, without any sarcasm, but every sentence nakedly revealed a bone-deep fact 30,000 years ago. , literally bleeding. However, when he said "You succeeded in winning the sky", Jiu Lian gave a low laugh, causing Luo Jianqing to look up at him.
"I am the Dao of Heaven, but the Dao of Heaven is not me." Holding the small acceptance ring, Jiu Lian smiled lightly and said calmly with clear eyes: "The eighth win, I can't comprehend it after all. But I am greedy for life and afraid of death, I don't want to be like Mo Qing and Cang Ruo, to disappear forever in this world, so I succeeded in capturing the sky, but only took away... half of the sky."
Luo Jianqing's body was shocked.
"I'm despicable and shameless, I'm ruthless and unrighteous, and I'm going to steal my life."
"I knew there was only one chance, and I didn't want to give up earlier, so I got Cang Ruo down, Zi Song down, hundreds of Venerables down, Mo Qing... down. When I started my second chance, I I already knew that I would never succeed, but I am still in the sky, and when I was about to die, when faced with two choices, I was afraid."
"Luo Jianqing, if you are given a chance, are you willing to choose the soul to be scattered, or become this day!"
Luo Jianqing remained silent.
A faint light flashed in Jiu Lian's deep eyes: "I choose to be this day. Since then, the Tao of Heaven exists, and Jiu Lian is immortal, but Jiu Lian is no longer Jiu Lian. I will live forever, but I have no right to choose. ."
The way of heaven is nine lotus, but nine lotus is not the way of heaven. He took the sky, but the sky also took him.
Jiulian and Tiandao share eternal life, but they just live, in the most painful way, to live forever. He watched the collapse of the Kushan Mountains where the sixty-four demons were located, and watched every gust of wind blowing out of the Fengshen Sea that shattered the soul of a human race; he watched the Mo family day by day. Defeated, he is no longer the head of the family, and he also watched Mo Qing's descendants being expelled to the cold desert wasteland and suffered a lot.
With a pair of eyes, he watched for 30,000 years.
Seeing that the human race and the demon race are not inseparable, and seeing the blood of the two great powers sprinkled all over the Xuantian Continent.
In the past 30,000 years, no one has become an immortal; in the past 30,000 years, the vicissitudes of life!
What is all this for? Why did the Tao of Heaven treat the billions of beings in the Xuantian Continent so harshly! Why on the Xuantian Continent, no one can become an immortal! Everything seems to be heading to a fixed setting, as if someone has set up a circle, so that everything in the world will follow his trajectory and move forward step by step.
Jiu Lian smiled slightly, he was holding the small acceptance ring, saying that he was smiling, but it was pale and powerless. He is just a remnant of his soul, attached to the "Nine Lotus Capture the Sky", he does not have any spiritual power, and he does not even know when it will quietly dissipate.
Luo gradually clears his eyes, not knowing what to say. After thinking for a long time, he still did not put down the Shuangfu sword pointed at Venerable Jiulian, but asked solemnly, "You can't manipulate the way of heaven?"
Jiu Lian shook her head gently: "The me who became the Tao of Heaven is no longer me."
Luo Jianqing said coldly, "Then how should I overthrow you?"
Jiu Lian said: "Your strength is too weak, you are only comparable to Ming Jia back then, not as good as Mo Qing, not as good as Cang Ruo, not as good as me in the past, and not as good as me who has long since integrated into Heaven."
Luo Jianqing was determined: "How can I overthrow you!"
Jiulian's expression froze: "It is possible to overthrow me when you understand the eighth victory. But I know that you can't go back at this moment. The me in front of you is just a remnant soul, a trace of obsession, and sleep for 30,000 yuan. Years, no spiritual power. I can't do much for you, but today, I will take you to the end."
On the long and narrow dark road, a green lotus jade lamp walked slowly, guiding the road ahead. On this road, there was no more lightning and thunder, but there were faint winds blowing from afar, blowing Luo Jianqing's hair back.
When he reached the ninth step, a line of light flashed in front of Luo Jianqing's eyes. He stepped aside and continued to move forward.
However, going forward, there are more and more such lines, and in the end, it is inevitable, forming a light curtain, blocking Luo Jianqing's body. On this light curtain, time flies, reflected in Luo Jianqing's eyes, which shocked his spirit and sunk into it.
When he opened his eyes again, it turned out to be Yu Xiaofeng.
The bamboo forest is shady, with the rustling sound of the breeze, two elegant bamboo houses are looming among the green bamboos. Luo Jianqing pushed aside the bamboo leaves, stepped forward, and before leaving the bamboo forest, he saw a figure in white standing in the medicine garden in front of the bamboo house, nourishing these heaven and earth spiritual materials with spiritual power.
The man raised his head to see Luo Jianqing, his expression was cold, and he said lightly: "Jianqing, why did you go for so long this time."
Luo Jianqing stepped forward with a smile and hugged the man gently. The latter opened his eyes in surprise. Before he could speak the second sentence, the illusion collapsed.
When Luo Jianqing opened his eyes again, Venerable Jiulian was obsessed with the green lotus jade lamp, stood beside him, and looked at him calmly. Luo Jianqing nodded lightly, and Venerable Jiulian nodded slightly. Luo Jianqing raised the Shuangfu sword and ran "Nine Lotus Capture the Sky" with his vigorous spiritual power. A sword pierced the light curtain and continued to walk. Come forward.
Then, the second ray of light.
This time, the illusion is in the windy city of Wusha country. Luo Jianqing is standing shoulder to shoulder with that person, waiting to buy wind cakes. After buying this piece of wind cake, Luo gradually took a bite, then smiled and raised the corners of his lips, and took the initiative to reach out and feed it to the person.
The man was quite flattered, opened his mouth to eat a small piece, Luo Jianqing asked with a smile, "Master, what's it like?"
The man thought for a moment, then said softly, "Slightly cool."
Luo Jianqing smiled: "I think... very bitter."
The next moment, the illusion collapsed again.
With the appearance of the light curtains, Luo Jianqing was indulging in the illusion for longer and longer. The remnant soul of Jiulian was obsessed with her natal lamp and waited quietly by the side. This illusion is useless to him. He is not worried about whether Luo Jianqing will be trapped in the illusion and unable to extricate himself, but looking at Luo Jianqing's calm look, his eyes are getting deeper and deeper.
When the two came to the end, a light curtain was spread in front of Luo Jianqing.
This time, Luo Jianqing closed his eyes, and it took three days and three nights to open them again.
When he opened his eyes, his eyes were moist, with a slight tear in them, and in the blink of an eye, the tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
At this time, Jiu Lian finally couldn't help asking: "Your strength is far less than what I was at the time, so when you encounter the light curtain formed by the long river of time, you can't directly break it. But I never thought that you actually You can break through the illusion at such a fast speed. What did you encounter in the illusion...?"
When he raised his head again, Luo Jianqing's expression was already calm, his eyes were dark, and there was no wave in the ancient well.
"What did I encounter? Venerable Jiulian, when you seized the sky for the second time, your strength was greatly reduced, and you should also be stopped in front of this last light curtain. At that time, what did you encounter?"
Jiulian's expression froze, and after a long time, he said four words indifferently: "Mo Qing hates me."
Luo Jianqing asked, "How long did it take you to get out of this illusion?"
Jiulian's voice was calm: "I never walked out of that illusion, and in the end, I broke through the formation with force and directly shattered the illusion." After a pause, Jiu Lian asked, "What about you?"
Luo Jianqing turned his head, his eyes slowly swept across this light curtain wall, he spoke softly, his voice did not fluctuate, but it seemed that his heart had already died, and he could no longer express any throbbing and grief.
He said: "Twenty years ago, in search of an opportunity, I returned to the land of Mengsha again, and I met Wannian Mengsha. It created a fantasy, and I stayed in it for ten years, and finally saw it. This time, I encountered the same illusion, in that illusion, I lost the most important person in my life, and then I tried my best to get him back, but he disappeared forever and could never be resurrected again."
Jiulian lowered her eyes: "Is that your Taoist companion?"
Luo Jianqing said in a calm voice: "It's my Taoist companion. He has been dead for many years. I have nothing to worry about in my life, I just want to win the sky."
The moment the voice fell, the cyan sword light rose up, smashing the light curtain wall!
What appeared in front of Luo Jianqing's eyes was a long river spanning history. This river is not turbulent, but it is filled with the breath of the years, and countless memories sink and rise in this river. In this river, Luo Jianqing saw Mu Tianxin, Wei Qiongyin, Zuo Yunmo, and understanding Zizhuo...
There are also Huo Yuchong, Xiuhen, Wen Longzi, Zhaoxianzi, Hao Xingzi, Guanglingzi, Yuqingzi…
There are also Yan Su, the ancestor of Guiyan, Bai Ji, the ancestor of the Bai family, the ancestor of Jianxiao, Fairy Minghua, Fairy Fengsi, Buddha, Master Lingshang...
There is Yin Ji, there is the house, there is the danger of punishment, and there is the unique old age...
There are Qin Guihe, Qin Siyi, Qi Luo, Yunxiang…
There are chorus, there is Cangruo, there is Moqing, there is Jiulian…
And Mo Qiu.
and also…
No sound.
Looking at the figure in white clothes, Luo Jianqing raised the Xuanling sword and cut a bloody opening in his palm. He was stained with blood and drew a talisman in the air. With every stroke he made, one person disappeared in the long river of time.
The Broken Soul Sect is gone, the Divine Sword Sect is gone, the Feihua Sect is gone, and the Guiyuan Sect is gone.
The Bai family is gone, the Yun family is gone... The eight great families disappeared one by one.
Then, the monsters disappeared.
The Magic Palace is gone.
Taihua Mountain is gone.
When Luo Jianqing was about to drop the last stroke, in the long river of time, the white clothed Venerable suddenly turned around, and a faint smile appeared on his cold face. He stared at Luo Jianqing seriously, didn't speak, just watched quietly.
Luo Jianqing's fingers have not fallen on this pen for a long time, his fingers are shaking violently, a tear slammed heavily on the fingertips, and he has never written.
As time passed, Jiulian waited quietly, but tears fell from Luo Jianqing's eyes drop by drop.
Suddenly! Luo Jianqing drew the last stroke.
boom!
The Venerable White clothed suddenly dissipated, and the river of time suddenly collapsed.
"Nine Lotus Capture the Heavens" sixth win, win the day and night, win the vast years!