Lianjian is the name of a large sect, and it is also a place name. It is in the easternmost part of the Central Continent.
There are more than 100 large and small Xuanquan waterfalls. Before reaching the mountain, the sound of water roars like thunder.
The splashing water mist blends with the clouds and smoke, and the green and red and yellow branches and leaves are interlaced. If there are disciples of Lianjian in purple shirts walking, the mountains will become more and more colorful.
But today, on the plank road, beside the wooden bridge, or even in the houses with white walls and grey tiles, there is not a single person, and no human voice can be heard.
The waterfall roared loudly, but Mu Qi was sullen. Dead silent as winter.
Lianjian disciples gathered in Taixu Hall.
The vast and boundless hall stood in tight air, and the outside of the hall was also crowded with people.
In the center of the hall, a large open space was tacitly set aside.
The pale and beautiful girl stood there, confronting more than ten people.
"Junior sister, I'm afraid you have been hit too hard, your heart is haggard, and your brain is not clear..."
Chu Huan spoke lightly.
He was shocked by the big change, but his clothes and hair were in a bun, and he was completely undisturbed from head to toe, and he seemed to be as reliable as a mountain.
As Qu Jiang's eldest disciple, his temperament is exactly the same as that of his master. Even when he said reproach, he felt an inexplicable sense of conviction.
As soon as the voice fell, someone echoed, "Yes, Junior Nephew Qu, you can't talk nonsense. You said that Junior Nephew Chu harmed your parents, but what evidence is there?"
"We are all very saddened by the passing of Saint Qu and Sect Master Liu... But the current Lianjian Sect has to rely on Junior Nephew Chu as the master."
"Nonsense, disturbing people's hearts, what kind of peace do you have?!"
The speakers were several senior elders, whose realms were much higher than Chu Huan, but at this time they were standing behind Chu Huan, and they meant to be headed by him.
The rest of the disciples in the hall looked different, some were convinced, some were suspicious, and no one spoke for a while.
On weekdays, Chu Huan and Chen Yi took care of the internal affairs of the sect. Compared with the unseen sect master and sage, these two had a high prestige among the disciples. Now that Chen Yi is gone, the current situation is entirely Chu Huan's words.
Quduiyan did not understand.
I don't understand why Chu Huan joined the teacher's door before he was born, and his parents always regarded him as their own, so why would they do such a thing. Poisoning and plotting, all kinds of insidious methods, if it wasn't for Dad's trust in him, how could the subtle traps be hidden from Yasheng
I don't understand that the elders, who were kind and kind yesterday, can speak bluntly and tell lies today.
I don't understand why the world turned upside down overnight.
Although she is talented and intelligent, she is still a little girl after all. A little girl who is always under the protection of her parents' wings.
People's hearts are unpredictable, desires are hard to fill, and the bargaining chips of betrayal are more than kindness, how can she understand these
Quduiyan clenched the sword in his hand, his knuckles turning white. Full of grief and anger, almost desperate, but she looked straight into Chu Huan's eyes. Looking at the once-familiar but now extremely terrifying senior brother, he didn't take a step back.
"The cycle of heaven, Sun and Moon Zhaozhao, you know what you have done!"
Chu Huan didn't argue any more, just said softly, "But who would believe it?"
No one speaks.
The hall was eerily silent.
So when the sound rang, it was extraordinarily clear, as if the whole Lianjian could hear it.
"I believe. I believe Senior Sister."
The crowd separated by themselves, and Chen Yi approached the temple gate.
Wherever he passed, a thick bloody smell was scattered. His sleeves were tattered, his hair and crown were unruly, and he looked very embarrassed.
But his eyes were clear and firm, and it could be seen that the ambush and assassination along the way failed to weaken his spirit.
At this moment, Quduiyan suddenly had the urge to cry.
Chu Huan's face changed slightly, he knew the deployment from Xilu to Lianjian, but Chen Yi still came back.
This is a variable.
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Eastland. Endless snow field.
There is no cold, summer, spring and autumn here, and it is a pale scene of ice and snow all year round. On the lead-grey sky, the heavy snow fell, and it could drown no one in an instant.
But today's snow field is particularly dazzling.
A group of people in black robes walked through the wind and snow, their bodies were erratic, and they walked more than ten feet in an instant.
The leader suddenly stopped and glanced at Xuefeng not far away. With his realm, he can naturally see the formations and palaces above.
Someone knelt silently at his feet,
"Palace Master, shall we go to Tongtian Xuefeng?"
The leader shook his head, "No."
He really likes the throne room in the Golden Palace. It was left by the Demon Venerable millions of years ago, how does Yu Zhanmei match it
But he was also really in a hurry.
So much so that there is no time to take into account the desire to pass close by.
He is going to Meteorite Abyss. The first step is to sign a contract with the monster under the abyss.
If great things can be accomplished, the world will be at your fingertips.
But he did not expect that when he crossed the Minjiang River and came to the side of the abyss, there were people waiting there for a long time.
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"Yuzhanmei has arrived in the west."
"Lianjian split into two factions, the north and the south."
"The 'Cold Sky' and the 'West Water' Palaces, after receiving the news from us, went to the Meteorite Abyss, and all died in the abyss."
"There will be an incident in Northland on the third day of next month, which has been arranged."
"… "
The people in black robes who were sitting on the cliffs and the cliffs were slanted across the cliffs, and they received news from all over the place one after another. Some he will tell Yu Shi, some will not.
Lianjian Zong Chu Huan's betrayal and the rebellion against the Xian King of Beilu were pushed behind him, Yu Zhanmei was led by him to the Western Land, and he made up the monster contract of Meteor Xingyuan. The common people are sons, all in the game.
Although there are many things that he did not expect.
For example, Mr. Zhang Yuan did not go to the North Continent according to his calculations, nor did he go to Lianjian.
For example, the juniors of the Qinglu Sword Sect were more promising than he imagined, and another disciple of Qu Jiang was not dead.
Like those two stars.
But these are the minutiae. Those who make big things don't stick to the small details.
Whether it was a Demon Venerable or a True Immortal, it all happened a million years ago, and in this age of stars, it was not their turn to appear.
Sitting on a pine branch looking at the clouds, he never felt that the world was so vast and beautiful.
Suddenly I heard Yu Shi ask,
"What are you waiting for?"
Couldn't help but smile. He didn't wait, just enjoying the process of gradually reaching the top. Enough for now.
He got up, the pine branches under his feet stood still.
There was no overwhelming surging demonic breath, only a faint red smoke, overflowing from the pale to almost transparent fingers, and flew lightly above the sea of clouds.
The middle-aged Taoist shot out countless sword qi around his body, breaking through the clouds and mist.
If the person walking under the mountain looks up, it will give birth to the terrifying illusion that the sky is divided by life.
He struggled to support, and was close to the point where the oil was running out, but when he saw the man in black robes take action, his eyes suddenly brightened, his chest heaving violently, and he was even more indignant than just confirming Yu Shi's infatuation, "Rong Zhuo! You devil! You didn't die in Xiling Mountain!"
The battle of 'Xiling Mountain' was the only battle that broke out a hundred years ago after the Dao and Demon War.
At that time, Yu Zhanmei was just a fledgling, and the purpose of eliminating demons was naturally not her, but Rong Zhuo and his Qiong Palace. Rong Zhuo has entered the demon realm, which is equivalent to the sub-sage realm of Taoist practitioners.
Since the division of the magic palace for millions of years, the power has been separated, and there has been such a person, whose cultivation and ambition are enough to threaten the general trend of the world.
So Cangya formed an alliance with Qinglu and Lianjian to kill Xiling Mountain. Liu bullying was traveling down the mountain, so he also went.
After the war, everyone thought that Rong Zhuo was dead. Zhou Yuandao watched his heart break with his own eyes.
The Qiong Palace fell and was taken over by the disciples of Rong Zhuo, which has not been a climate for many years. In contrast, the heyday of the Golden Palace is obviously more eye-catching.
Over time, people only remember the tragic battle of Xiling Mountain, and gradually forget why this battle was fought.
But there is always someone who will never forget.
When the wisp of smoke as thin as filaments floated in front of his eyes, Zhou Yuandao had an illusion at a certain moment, as if he had returned to Xiling Mountain again, and returned to the sea of blood on the mountain of corpses.
Back to when I was still young.
At this time, he has a more economical way to deal with it, just like dealing with the great formation of the sea of clouds in the rest of the world. Hard to support, for a minute and a second of time. Not waiting for the rest of the sub-sages to come to rescue him, but waiting for someone to kill the rest of the devil's life.
But it is different now. Since the man in black robe is Rong Zhuo, it may be useless for anyone to come, why not fight
The middle-aged Taoist raised his right hand slightly, holding it like a sword.
Thousands of strands of sword energy gathered around him, and the sound of breaking the wind was like a scream of blood.
Although his Qinglu Town Mountain Sword was damaged, he was still alive and the heart of the sword was still there.
Zhou Yuandao looked solemn, holding an invisible sword in his hand, slashing towards the wisp of scarlet smoke!
The other party just raised his fingertips slightly, but he wanted to be a guest of honor.
Because in the light smoke, there is a terrifying supreme pressure, almost close to the threshold of a saint. Rong Zhuo not only did not die, but his realm was even better than that of the past.
Under the sword's edge, the light smoke dissipated.
A faint scarlet drifted between the sea of clouds. Just like a drop of ink falling into clear water, it is light and silent, but it quickly smudges and expands, dyeing the sky red in an instant.
The corners of Zhou Yuandao's mouth overflowed with blood, and the sea of clouds surging under his feet had turned into a sea of blood.
The disciples of Baopuzong only felt that the sky was suddenly dark, and when they looked up, they saw a dazzling red cloud covering the sky and the sun.
Unlike the magnificent sunset, it is pure scarlet, as if thick blood will drip down.
The lower realm just glanced at it and felt unbearable pain in his eyes, and he couldn't help exclaiming.
He Lai scolded, "What are you making a fuss about at the top of the mountain?!"
The disciples responded one after another and dispersed, daring not to ask more questions.
He Lai turned to the young man beside him, with a respectful look on his face, "Eldest brother, there is a big event on the mountain today, the elder explained that you can't go up."
The young man frowned slightly and did not answer.
He Lai's face stiffened, but he didn't dare to speak.
Suddenly the wind picked up, and there was a brilliance above the nine heavens, which cut through the dazzling red clouds and fell lightly. Like a candlelight in a long night, it is eye-catching.
The young man stretched out his hand, and the brilliance fell right between his fingers, like a feather. Immaculate white.
The next moment, the red cloud was torn apart layer by layer, and thousands of feathers fluttered down in a series of exclamations.
Bao Puzong's Nine Palaces and Eighteen Views are all caged in the flying feathers in the sky.
The young man finally confirmed the guess in his heart, so he set foot on the mountain road, leaving the sound of restraint and persuasion behind him.
Zhou Yuandao stood in the sea of blood, and the sea of knowledge was also infected with blood, and a disgusting thick and fishy smell surrounded him.
His cheeks were sunken and his face pale.
Fang Cai's sword was not meant to cut light smoke. But to take out the sword.
Thousands of sword lights flowed, breaking through the sea of blood continuously, like bright and scorching feathers, falling on the pine branches on the edge of the cliff.
The same sword was used by Cheng Tianyu at the Flower Folding Fair. The power was already amazing, how could it be 1/10,000th of the present
This is the swordsmanship of an Asian saint when he was young. Condensing a lifetime of cultivation and glory.
Huage Feiyu fell for nine days, extremely beautiful and extremely chilling.
Rong Zhuo, who was facing the sword, broke the pine branch under his feet, and the airtight black robe shattered, finally revealing his true colors.
He staggered and appeared above the sea of blood, his black hair danced wildly, and his red clothes were three points thicker than blood.
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In early winter, the Hundred Thousand Mountains are extremely cold, the wind is like a knife, the sky is frosty, and the fallen leaves have accumulated a thick layer. Many beasts have returned to their caves, ready to begin their long hibernation.
But the most terrifying thing is never the beasts.
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan did not stop for a while along the way, and they had to deal with the endless crises in the mountains. When they walked out of the mountains, they were slightly exhausted.
As far as the eye can see, the red clouds on the horizon are like blood, and the clear light is like feathers.
Eighty miles away from Baopuzong, someone happened to stop in the middle of the road.
Tsing Yi had her hair tied up, her expression indifferent. I didn't know how long she had waited, and the sword in her hand was covered in light frost.
Such foresight and patience are naturally not welcome.
Across the hill, someone is waiting. It's not a good thing, especially at this moment when you want to fight for every second.
Yin Biyue frowned.