The space gradually distorted, and the exclamation was unknown. Everyone raised their heads and looked at the sky, only to see a huge phantom in the sky at an unknown time.
When the phantom appeared, the sky became completely dark, as if the entire sky could not bear the power of the phantom, and was pulled by it and slowly sank to form a frightening sky. split illusion. The falling speed of the fluttering snowflakes slowed down abnormally, as if this space was filled with heavy pressure.
It was the phantom of a magnificent city.
The phantom of the city is not complete, but it is gradually becoming clear and complete. It is like a majestic royal city that the world has never seen before.
"what is that?"
Taishangzong's disciple lost his voice and asked.
When the phantom of the royal city appeared above Taishangzong, the oppressive atmosphere permeated from the sky, and the ancient majesty that made people tremble from the depths of the soul was suppressed from above, and Taishangzong's big array of guardians began Gradually shake up. The disciples with lower cultivation levels had already half-kneeled on the ground, inserting their swords into the hard black ice layer to support their bodies.
"not good."
The bad old man's face suddenly changed.
Holding his ice-like knife drawn from the void, he sternly ordered all the elders to follow him and go out immediately to prevent the royal city from being completely formed above the sky.
That is the projection of the ancient emperor's royal city.
The Wangcheng projection appeared at the place where the Tianzhu was, and he knew what the other party was trying to do without even thinking about it.
One after another piercing sounds sounded, and the elders followed the bad old man, swept out the formation, and faced the slowly forming royal city in the sky.
However, when the elders rushed out of the guardian formation, the troops stationed outside also moved. Those with the golden masks soared into the sky.
"I'll stop them!"
Yun Zimo paused, and he turned to meet the leaping golden masks.
"Zi Mo!"
Someone called him.
"I am the master!"
Yun Zimo roared angrily without turning his head. At this moment, he showed the style of Taishangzong.
—Fucking calm and steady.
"Disciples of the Supreme Sect follow my orders—" Yun Zimo changed his one-handed sword to two-handed sword, his face turned red, "You are not allowed to go out—"
He was almost hissing at the end.
Bright light burst out from the sword held in his hand.
He met the enemies who wanted to intercept the other elders.
The bad old man heard Yun Zimo's roar behind him in mid-air, and every wrinkle on his face became as if carved out at this moment.
He knew Yun Zimo too well.
Talking about prudence and understanding the overall situation, Yun Zimo and Yi Heping from Jiuxuanmen are completely different people! He watched Yun Zimo grow up as he watched Ye Qiusheng. In his heart, both Yun Zimo and Ye Qiusheng were like his sons. Is there any father who doesn't understand his son's character
Yun Zimo is a typical Taishangzong disciple.
His blood was full of impulsiveness and chivalry.
So he would directly tear up the letters of the dynasty, he would draw his sword and cut down the mountain, and after Ye Qiusheng's identity was exposed, he would directly appoint Ye Qiusheng as the next head of the Taishangzong.
He is a disciple of Taishangzong through and through!
The Taishangzong disciple who grew up in spirits and blood, every muscle is written with impulsiveness and empathy.
Amidst Yun Zimo's roar, the old man gripped the knife hard. He used such strength that the tiger's mouth was broken, and the long knife like an ice blade was stained red with blood.
"Kill——"
He roared like a lion, like a mad dragon whose scales have been touched, like a furious ancient warrior.
Also like a father about to lose his son.
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Snow, eternal snow.
Never ending snow.
Floating around.
The snow veins of the Northland have been entrenched on the land since ancient times. After the interruption of the Wanxian Era, one day someone stepped on this white snow. People who bear the fate of eighteen surnames found the fallen king city deep underground. The Tianzhu that then sank. They sealed the Tianzhu and stayed on the snow peak.
They guard here.
Later, more and more people stayed here.
A sect has been established here.
The number of people in this sect grew from small to large, and the disciples of the sect walked in the white snow every day, stepped on the eternal black ice, and drank wine that was like burning knives.
The sect's disciples were fighting and making noise, in high spirits.
Soon, this sect became powerful. The sect based on eighteen surnames has ancient secrets. They guard the power buried deep in the ground, and at the same time use that power to make themselves stronger.
This sect became one of the immortal sects.
Shout out to the entire land of the Twelve Dynasties.
The Huji and Tuqi dynasties where it is located expressed their submission to it, allowing the sect to build the towering Qingming Pagoda in their own states and counties. The flying boats of the sect passed over the imperial city of mortals. They are above the world Immortal cultivators above.
Later, there was an elder in the Zongmen. He drank alcohol all day, got drunk, and looked at the children and elders of the Zongmen. He raised a child, and that child grew up, with a straight face all day long, worrying about trivial affairs of the sect. That kid would buy him wine with a serious face.
The elder later raised a child.
That child had a sensitive mind and good observation skills. The elder watched the second child grow up slowly in the snow, and became a senior brother of the sect, who would habitually protect the younger brothers and sisters behind him.
The elders thought it was a good day.
The other disciples also thought it was a good day.
Everyone grew up laughing and laughing, laughing loudly in the wind like a knife, and when there is an enemy, they will hold their swords together to meet them.
Then one day, the dynasty that had been enshrining various things to this sect and handing over a large area of land, their army traveled thousands of miles and walked into this snow field. These people were thousands of miles away from home, and drew their bowstrings towards the sect they were in awe of.
Many of them are actually young.
But all were young, all had loved ones, and all refused to budge.
The war has begun.
There were bloodstains on the pale snow.
The disciples of this sect lost their serious-looking head who was actually an old mother, and lost the elders who always sat on the rocks and watched them practice swords while drinking.
The head ordered them to stay in the formation and not come out.
The disciples who had always obeyed the orders of the master disobeyed his orders.
Holding their swords, they roared, their eyes were red, and they rushed out of the formation with tears in their eyes.
The name of this sect is:
too much.
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pool of blood.
With so much blood, the coldness of the snow veins in the north was not able to freeze them into ice cubes in the first place, because the next second after the thin ice formed, new blood spilled down.
corpse.
Of people, of war horses.
Before Taishangzong's sect-protecting formation, the last few peaks were filled with corpses, those in black armor and Taoist robes. we have everything.
The people in the south are not used to the coldness of the snow veins in the north, they rely on sophisticated armor and bows and arrows to fight. Relying on the number of people to win, for every one of Taishangzong's disciples fell, ten or dozens of soldiers in black armor fell. Everyone was red-eyed, and there were no orders at this time.
All commands are useless.
It's just a fight.
When Ye Qiusheng arrived, he saw such a scene.
The sky is slowly pressing down on the royal city, which is the outline of the most magnificent city in the history of human civilization.
Ye Qiusheng once saw a city similar to it in the retrospective time. At that time, at the bottom of the Prisoner Tower, he had seen the Kingdom of Never Settlement made of black stone amidst the white clouds, and a winged celestial horse came out of the city. galloped through the streets, and then flew into the clouds, and the immortal throne was suspended above the city.
Ye Qiusheng had also witnessed such a city before. It was in Namu's old place. The giant stone pillars imitating eight heavenly pillars in the endless void supported the Blackstone King City. The houses and towers in the city were like the residence of giants. , there are flaming headless horsemen patrolling the streets forever, and immortal god trees grow in the temples.
So grand, so miraculous.
It was so shocking that it made people want to kowtow to their knees.
but-
Whoever kowtows fucking kneels down! Who cares about that stuff! Who cares about that ancient majesty!
He saw the faces he was familiar with, the faces that used to shout his name in the vast white snow, they fell in a pool of blood, he saw the master's broken sword stuck on the cliff, he saw the bad old man falling from the sky .
Seeing that no one resisted, the royal city slowly fell towards Taishangzong.
But no one looked up.
Everyone is fighting.
Who cares that the next moment the king city arrives, everyone here will die? !
Ye Qiusheng pulled out his knife.
His wide robe sleeves splayed fiercely in the air. He always said that he was a scholar, and said in a teasing tone that the disciples of Taishangzong were too unrefined, but when he roared and drew his sword and rushed into the battlefield, he was completely He is no longer a Confucian scholar. He turned around and swung his knife. The light of the knife swept across.
Blood and snow flew together in the space.
Pale, scarlet.
Bailishu put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and he rushed straight up to meet the slowly falling royal city. The strong wind blew his black robe upside down, and there was no expression on his face. In the depths of the pupils, a pale phoenix shadow spread its wings and flew up.
Clang—
There was an extremely slight sword cry.
When the royal city fell and the battlefield was stalemate, the sound of the sword was so soft.
Light and cold.
A gap of extremely bright sword light swept out from the scabbard. He met the phantom of Wangcheng that was slowly pressing down towards the Taishangzong mountain peak. When the sword light passed by, everything seemed to be still.
A snowflake stopped in the air, the crystal snowflake slowly turned sideways, the sword light passed by it, and the snowflake refracted a speck of light.
The snow-like sword light is so light, so cold, and so thin.
It cut through the space, and silently sank into the royal city that descended from the sky. Then an incomparably magnificent and incomparably magnificent scene appeared, and in an instant, the thin, pale blue ice layer covered the magnificent royal city in an instant. It was like a sudden extreme cold that stopped time and space together and frozen them together.
The frozen royal city was suspended in the air and never fell again.
The sky suddenly lit up again, and the sky light fell, falling on the frozen royal city, colliding and refracting, and the light turned into colorful wandering lights.
The world seemed to be silent for a moment.
The fighting on the ground was checked by a powerful, inexplicable force.
It was an invisible restraint.
It was as if the world didn't want the fighting to continue, so it stopped them, stopped the death, stopped the bloodshed.
The wind flowed again, and when the wind gently blew across the sky, the frozen royal city shattered with the crisp sound of ice cracking. It turned into thousands of pale ice chips, which fluttered down with the wind, covering every place in this snowy area.
Covered in blood, covered in corpses.
The earth returned to a piece of white, pure and flawless white.
Shards of ice fell on people.
As if waking up from a long madness, the disciples of Taishangzong stood in the white snow holding their swords. It is unknown who was the first to cry out. Soon, everyone was crying out loud. Someone staggered and knelt in the snow, burying their faces in the cold. The few remaining soldiers also stopped fighting.
Some of them stood numbly with their swords in hand, while others dug out the corpses from the snow and carried the frozen corpses of their comrades on their backs.
I don't know which officer said "retreat".
They began to retreat slowly down the mountain, their horses all dead.
The soldiers carrying the corpses of their comrades stepped on the snow and retreated one foot at a time. As they walked, some people fell down together with the corpses they were carrying, and then they never stood up again, and were quickly thrown down Snow covered. Slowly going away, the ranks of remnants gradually became shorter and further away.
The person who swung the sword fell from the sky, and the wind blew his robe and sleeves.
He landed on a high rock, and the entire scene of the battlefield fell into his pupils.
He stood silently, sword in hand.
"Why cry!"
Suddenly, someone yelled violently.
"Why cry! Stand up for me!"
Holding the knife, Ye Qiusheng snarled at the Taishangzong disciple who was kneeling on the ground, his face twisted slightly.
"I'm not dead yet! The Taishangzong still has the head! The Taishangzong still has disciples! The Taishangzong still has elders! The Taishangzong is still here!!"
he growled.
"There are heads! There are elders! There are disciples! The Taishangzong is still here!"
His voice shook off pieces of snow, echoing in the mountains like an oath.
"Stand up for me!!"
"stand up-"
In the white snow, the crying disciples stood up one by one.
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The snow veins of the northern land have been entrenched on the land forever. Here, there is a sect. The disciples of the sect grew up with strong wine and swords. Their blood is full of pride and chivalry.
This sect will never die.
It has a name called:
too much.