Yi Heping was wearing the same black robe as the other elders and stood at the top of the Biyong Pavilion. The wind was blowing his black robe, making a whistling sound, and the sleeves of his robe were rolled up.
Putting on such a black robe means that the elders of Jiuxuanmen are ready to fight and are ready to die.
At this time, the elders who gathered in the sky on the top of the mountain to fight against each other were all wearing such black robes.
Yi Heping didn't pay attention to other people's fighting situation, he was sitting in charge of the entire Biyong Pavilion. In the underground under the Biyong Pavilion, Bailishu is in the last Taoist door. Before Baili Shu came out, he would not let anyone step under the Biyong Pavilion.
The wind was blowing fiercely, carrying blood that was so thick that it couldn't be dispelled no matter what.
Yi Heping raised his head, looking at the black royal city floating in the sky outside the Nine Profound Gate. He could feel that the power of the royal city was still gestating, and it seemed that it was undergoing some kind of transformation. There was a certain connection between the black royal city and the Tianzhu of Yanmen County. Emperor Xuan was absorbing the power of the Yanmen Tianzhu to grow stronger Own.
Emperor Xuan has already sensed the familiar power that was gestating in the underground of the Nine Profound Gate, which once killed him. Because of this, he eagerly launched this war, even before he could fully absorb the power of the Tianzhu of Yanmen County, he descended on the sky outside Jiuxuanmen.
Yi Heping knew that the current battle was actually just a prelude.
The real, final, end-all battle can only be fought between the Supreme Beings.
And both of them are racing against time.
If Jiuxuanmen fails to hold the battlefield before the final battle, then everything will come to an end.
Above the sky, the sea of clouds was rolling, and under the barrier of Huangtu, the mist birds of prey launched attacks again and again. But this stalemate can't last long. Yi Heping knew that the opponent was also racing against time.
The already dark sky suddenly became even darker, and the mist birds of prey neighed louder than before in the clouds, as if they were welcoming the arrival of something. A throne made of white bones appeared in the sky amidst the pale lightning that pierced the sky, facing He Yi Heping.
A woman with snow-colored long hair sat on the throne, her slender and graceful body wrapped in a silver robe.
Her pupils were icy silver, and there was an expression of indifference on her face.
Everything on the battlefield is out of her concern. She doesn't care how many people died in this battle, and she doesn't care how many birds of prey who surrendered to her are killed. Watching the fighting ants.
Empress.
Yi Heping knew the identity of the visitor.
"You're guarding him."
The emperor looked down at the underground of Biyong Pavilion, her gaze seemed to penetrate the thick rock formation, and she saw why Yi Heping was standing here.
"yes."
Yi Heping said flatly, with a calm expression, as if he was not facing the only descendant of the ancient emperor in this world, as if he did not feel the almost solid pressure on the other party.
However, in fact, the airflow around the top of Biyong Pavilion is flowing rapidly, forming a vortex visible to the naked eye. At this time, the wind has formed the sharpest weapon in the world. A child's wooden knife is compared to an adult's sword.
The vortex formed by the strong airflow is rotating and shrinking slowly.
"You trust him."
The emperor stared at Yi Heping with emotionless eyes.
"yes."
Yi Heping said softly.
The shrinking vortex suddenly couldn't go any further, and a sword appeared behind Yi Heping. It was a slender sword, a few points longer than ordinary long swords. There was a dark blue line in the middle of the sword body, and a faint ice blue was reflected on the tip of the sword.
When the sword appeared behind Yi Heping, all the water vapor in the air centered on Biyong Pavilion condensed into countless fine ice crystals, and those ice crystals quickly joined together, finally forming a top-down under the ice wall. After the ice wall was formed, the vortex formed by the strong air flow could no longer move forward an inch.
- He is Baili Shu's master.
Although his master was nothing compared to Bailishu, he had also taught Bailishu earlier.
Fourteen states of frost and cold with one sword.
In the beginning, it was Yi Heping who taught Bailishu.
From top to bottom, the ice has become an impregnable shield, guarding the space of Biyong Pavilion.
The Empress stared at the man standing in the ice wall with a calm expression, and suddenly smiled coldly, and for the first time, her voice was filled with distinct emotions.
"You trust him?"
She seemed to find this sentence very ridiculous.
"We once trusted him as much as you!"
Her voice was sharp.
"We used to follow him just like you!"
"We used to be just like you—"
"—fight for him!"
The still vortex suddenly shattered and turned into thousands of wind knives. The emperor on the throne left her throne of bones on the battlefield for the first time since her recovery. Pale wings suddenly spread from her back, and a raging fire ignited on the wings.
Pale flames spread from the wings and surrounded the entire Biyong Pavilion.
The wind fueled the fire, and the air was scorching hot.
Yi Heping grasped the hilt of his sword.
He was unmoved.
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"What a fire."
Bai Manqing said.
Bai Manqing, the uncultivated and weak emperor of the Qi and Qin Dynasty was actually on the battlefield. He was sitting on a jagged rock on a mountain that had been captured by strange beasts, holding a wine jar, watching the last battle of the battle that he personally set off.
On this battlefield where blood is everywhere, bones are everywhere, disciples of the Nine Profound Sect are glued to strange beasts, mist is overwhelming the sky, sword formations are flying everywhere, and wind blades and knives are filling the world, he holds the wine like an unruly man. The poet, sitting calmly, drinking by himself.
He is simply crazy.
When the pale fire surrounded Biyong Pavilion, he sighed softly.
Bei Hao stood not far behind him with a crimson long knife. Although this mountain peak was no longer the main battlefield, in this chaos, battles from all sides would still spread here from time to time, and occasionally there would be A rational beast or a disciple of the sect who saw the situation here launched a blow from afar.
Bei Hao blocked those attacks silently.
He didn't make any dissuasion to Bai Manqing's crazy approach, he just like in Mengguan, Bai Manqing was drinking at the city gate in the middle of the night, and he was watching him from afar with a knife under the city gate.
It was really a big fire.
Pale flames ignited on the main peak of the Nine Profound Gate, and the fierce fire intertwined with the light blue ice, blooming on the main peak of the Nine Profound Gate with an almost unreal brilliance.
"Burn my armor, burn my clothes, burn my spear."
Bai Manqing flicked the wine jar with his fingers, and sang softly amidst the sounds of fighting all over the world.
He watched the demon with the golden mask die in battle in the sky, without showing a sad look; he watched the misty bird of prey fall from the sky, without showing regret; The elders in black robes who walked into the palace of the Qi and Qin Dynasty fell down, but they did not show a happy look.
He just played the wine jar and sang long war songs faintly.
Looking at the Eighteenth Gu Clan, watching the demons, and watching the immortal gates burn together in the fire, it was like the old order was burning in the raging fire.
And he looked at the fire, drinking and drinking like a poet.
like a madman.
Lonely, madman.
Bei Hao stood behind him, holding a long knife that was reddened by the blood.
"Beihao."
Bai Manqing watched the movement in the sky and shouted.
"Prepare."
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above the sky.
The emperor was no longer that snow-haired woman, and the phoenix, which had disappeared from the earth for a long time, showed its beautiful figure in the pale flames. It was an extremely gorgeous and brilliant creature. Its wings unfolded in the raging fire. Every feather and every bone showed a smooth and graceful arc.
On the feathers, flames rolled.
This is the divine bird that is said to be resurrected in Nirvana in the fire every time it dies. It is a creation of the ancient prehistoric times, and its birth history surpasses any dynasty or sect that exists on this land.
The phoenix spread its wings in the sky, and even the elders who were fighting with other golden masks were affected by its majesty.
Jun Wanbai and Chu Zhiyuan's faces were pale in the sky.
Their cultivation was not as high as the elders, and it was only with the strength of the eighteenth Gu Clan and the help of the elders that they managed to maintain the expansion of Huangtu.
When the phoenix spread its wings and fully released its strength, they were hit harder than others.
The golden light unfolded by Huangtu swayed amidst the crowing of the phoenix, Jun Wanbai's face was pale, she looked up at Chu Zhiyuan opposite, and saw the same resolute and calm expression on his face.
However, just when Jun Wanbai and Chu Zhiyuan were about to do something, someone stretched out their hand.
"We old guys aren't dead yet."
Master Pudu pressed Chu Zhiyuan, his kind and fat face was smiling as always, and a slightly transparent flame burned from his body.
"I also have an apprentice whose temper is similar to yours."
Ye Kui pressed Jun Wanbai's hand and smiled at her.
"My surname is Ye, it's not your turn to save my apprentice."
Bai Yuanxiu said lightly.
She reached out and patted Jun Wanbai's shoulder lightly.
"I am glad to have you as an apprentice."
Bai Yuanxiu, who had never praised her apprentice before, said that she showed a gentle smile to Jun Wanbai on her always serious face.
"Tell Bai Li that I'm also proud of her."
The fire of true energy ignited on Bai Yuanxiu's body, she looked at her too stubborn apprentice.
"I'm so proud of you."