Vol 8 Chapter 95: Fanatic

Yun Tianhe and his entourage returned to Qionghua with Chu Hanjing. They went there in only one day, and the good-looking sword Qionghua Peak was surrounded by a group of monks, but it was Kunlun Righteous Dao who was coming to crusade against the fantasy world. Among these monks, there is no shortage of years of real-life high merits. Now Qionghua is a young disciple, how can he stop it? So the people came straight to the Yuntai. Fortunately, the demon world was sheltered by the innate candle dragon formation. These righteous ways except the demon have no way to enter, and they are now in the Qionghua resident.
"Why did you wait for Qionghua's disciples to shield the monsters?"
"Earlier here, the sword energy rushed into the sky, but which real person from your school has made great advances?"
"Who laid the passage between the two realms?"
The monks gathered around Qionghua's disciples to question them politely, scaring a few young children into tears.
Four rainbows suddenly came from the horizon, the force of the piano heart and sword swayed into the clouds, the thousand miles of reckless Kunlun, for a time the mist disappeared, and the evening sunset fell on the continuous snow peaks, reflecting a group of splendid Jinhong. Righteous Dao group shaved face must be ugly, they are all ready to wait. When the rainbow light landed, five figures were revealed.
The head of the sword fairy in white is extremely handsome, with his eyes open and sweeping around, everyone's eyes are attracted to him, and he can't do without his figure for a moment, as if this person is the center of the universe, not Zhou Tianzhu.
"But Yuntianhe Daoist friend!" The leader of the Langfeng faction, the real Xuchen, he and Yuntianhe are old acquaintances, and at this time he secretly marveled at the majesty of the white sword immortal.
Yun Tianhe knew that he was not sociable, so he just nodded.
Murong Ziying stepped forward two steps, and everyone looked at him unconsciously, and saw that he was wearing a Qionghua head robes and carrying a sword box on his back. Although his appearance was young, he was rich and beautiful, and his aura was magnificent. People who have accomplished their merits and are first-rate masters dare not despise them.
"Why do you fellow comrades occupy my Qionghua resident for no reason, but do you deceive Qionghua?"
"Qionghua was originally from Kunlun. I waited for the eight factions to be in the same spirit and fellowship. We have always respected and been cautious. How can we deceive no one from the noble faction? But dare you to ask a few people, why are the demon stars hanging over here? Soon there will be demons coming and going here. Maybe you guys can wait for me to say something?" The speaker was an elder of the Kunlun School.
Murong Ziying's face was cold and solemn, "The former Kunlun Qionghua no longer exists, and now there is only Qionghua Peak at the Divine Sword Gate. This place belongs to my Divine Sword Gate. Don't bother you to bother to explore."
As soon as this remark came out, all the repairers were in an uproar.
Yun Tianhe smiled at this moment, "It doesn't matter if you are here, I originally planned to finish Xuan Xiao's affairs in a few days, and then go to you again."
"Why did you say this?"
"I think Kunlun Eight Schools are too many."
"How much is that appropriate?" Qun Xiu was awed by the man's kendo spirit, and for a moment he didn't dare to contradict him.
The sword fairy in white raised a finger and said, "Kunlun has a divine sword gate."
Han Lingsha didn't care about the clamor of the monks. She asked Yun Tianhe quietly, "What do you think?"
Yun Tianhe scratched his head, "I have thought about what Dad said. If I want to do a big thing, I have to have a lot of helpers. Kunlun Eight Schools can be my helper."
"Are you going to force them to join the Divine Sword Gate?"
"No, I want to teach them Divine Sword Sect."
Han Lingsha was taken aback, and then laughed, "That's it, Tianhe, you have become smarter."
The Excalibur Gate is never a school, the Excalibur Gate is a concept, a kind of inheritance. Therefore, Yun Tianhe can teach others the Sword Sect.
Those who receive my divine sword should enter this door personally.
Kunlun's evening photos are getting more and more brilliant. When the sun goes down, the world is enveloped by night, and a second round of sun rises among the reckless mountains. The stretched, hazy, and clear sword rainbow is like a morning glow.
It is recorded in later generations that the master of the divine sword sect successively picked seven Kunlun sects, single swords, and defeated all immortals in one night.
If there is history in the spiritual world, then before and after the sun rises on this day, there are two eras separated by a man like the sun.
There is no enemy under the sword of Yuntianhe, Kunlun practitioners do not want to admit that there is such an amazing swordsmanship in the world, and there are such invincible people.
"Impossible! How could there be such a sword technique in the world?!" The head of Tianyong City clutched the sword wound on his waist and fell to the ground, his heart was as gray as death, surrounded by disciples of Tianyong City who were crying and crying. The air in Kunlun before sunrise was extremely cold.
The sword fairy in white clothes opposite has a hearty smile, "Want to learn? I will teach you."
"You... My Tianyong City is an authentic heavenly realm, and you will never change the gate! You kill if you want to, why bother to bully!"
The man shook his head, "I didn't ask you to change anything. I'm here to teach things. I'm afraid you don't agree. Let me fight first. Now that you know how good I am, you are always willing to learn?" He said, from his arms. Throw out three brand-new books, "Here, study hard, I will see you again in a few months."
"You! Don't go! Fight to the death!" The head spit out blood and became unconscious.
The Jianhong on the horizon was gone. Yun Tianhe returned to Qionghua and smiled at his companions, "I have been to the last one."
Murong Ziying nodded, "In this case, at noon today, let's bring Master Xuanxiao from the forbidden area. It's time to draw an end to the war."
Qionghua's disciples and the Demon World Dream Tapir family gathered to roll the cloud platform after learning the news.
Xuan Xiao might not have thought that his ending would be like this.
The Shuikong Sword Master cut off his connection with Xihe Sword, so that his years of painstaking practice had once dissipated, and the hot sun in his body was also removed. He looked at the people and demons with different expressions in the audience, and laughed desolately.
"My Qionghua's three generations of hard work, the hope of ascendance, are now in the hands of your Murong child! The younger disciples don't want to take revenge and hate, but go with the demons! The ancestors of the past are spirits in the sky! When we shed tears!"
His hair was all white in an instant. People have also become extremely old.
A certain disciple unfolded the verdict and read aloud: "Xuan Xiao, the former sect master of Qionghua, was once the master of Xihe swordsman and one of the culprits in the battle of the demon world. After nineteen years of mysterious ice prison, his crimes were reduced. Today, Qionghua’s disciples and the demons of the fantasy world testify, hereby sentenced to abolish his cultivation base, solve Xihe sword, and shall not serve as the master of Qionghua Peak for life. Take a refreshing step. Do you have any objections?"
"I am a prisoner and lose my skills. Why do you behave ashamed! Why don't you kill Xuanxiao directly here! If I can regain my cultivation status, I will report today's humiliation and set things right away!" At that time, you will take the heads of Xiang Shang to pay tribute to Qionghua's martyrs!"
"Neither objection..." The disciple was awaiting judgment.
"Not right!" At this time, the demon master Chanyou was dissatisfied, "This person killed hundreds of my clan demon back then, and he is punishable!"
Murong Ziying handed over, "Friend Chanyou, this judgment was made through consultation with me. Why do you regret it at this time?"
Xuan Xiao laughed, "You're scared! You're afraid that I will regain my skill and kill all of you evildoers!"
Chan You said coldly: "This person is stubborn and stubborn. Leaving him in the world will only cause more crimes. It's better to get rid of it early."
Murong Ziying glanced sideways at Xuan Xiao.
Today, the wind on the Yunyuntai is very strong and soft. The broad airflow is not rapid, just like a spit in the Kunlun Mountains, like the melodious aftermath of the bell, and Xuanxiao’s pale hair fluttering in the wind. , The vigorous monk is now more decayed than the rare old man, no more vigor and divine light burst in his eyes, and the turbid eyes are burning with vicissitudes of anger.
"He is old."
As soon as these words came out, the Demon World had no objection.
The verdict was quickly over. After everyone left and the Cirrus Cloud Platform returned to silence, Yuntianhe looked up at the sky, and the sun kept moving around the sky for a while. He suddenly asked, "When is the sun in the middle? "
Liu Mengli also looked up, and said softly: "Since the sun is traveling around the week, there is always a moment in it in a day. Even if it is so short, as long as the sky of the sun is skewed, there must be a center. , If there is no center, how can it be said that it is skewed?"
Yun Tianhe nodded, "Exactly. That's how it is."
"Young Master Yun seems to understand something?"
"Yeah, I understand a little bit." The savage touched his head and smiled, "If only I understood it earlier. Life and death turned out to be such a thing. People die into ghosts and ghosts reincarnate. When will it be counted? Are you dead? I have seen a lot of ghosts in the ghost world, like my father who keeps his mind, I think, becoming a ghost is not dead. A cultivation base like ours, even if the body is decayed, the ghost can stay long after death. In the world, isn't this eternal life?"
Liu Mengli said startledly: "Tianhe, do you care about eternal life?"
"No, I don't care. What I care about is death." Yun Tianhe looked at the sky, "Because of the ghost world, because of reincarnation, everyone and each demon are actually immortal. We already know this. As long as the soul is immortal, You can start again. So the king of Hell can control the fate of people, because the ghost after death has the place they have set. Do good things in life, and reborn in the next life. Dig a grave before death, and do hard labor after death. Because no one really does Dying, so a hundred years of life is like a dream of yellow beams. Those high gods can make people experience glory and prosperity, and they can also make people ruined overnight. This is their way of heaven."
Liu Mengli's eyes showed surprise and anxiety, "Then what do you want to do?"
Yun Tianhe stretched out his hand and pressed his palm to the six worlds in the dark, "I want to break the cycle. Let the creatures truly die."
As soon as these words came out, there was a clear sky and thunder!
Dark and crushing clouds rushed from all sides, encircling Kunlun in a 2,000-mile radius, without seeing the sky, only the rushing thunder, shining the mountains pale.
The sword fairy in white does not change his face, "The sins of the past life and the debts of this life do not need to be paid in the next life. New people and demons can live the life they want freely. I will teach them the sword skills again, so that they have Strength, ability, ability to eat, to be happy, and to fight back against bad guys."
Liu Mengli sighed lightly, "Tianhe, look, God is angry."
"Well, it didn't dare to hack me." Yun Tianhe raised his head, as if looking at the Great Heaven on the Nine Heavens, "because he knows what I will do."
At some point, Han Lingsha and Murong Ziying also stood behind Yun Tianhe. The four of them, the Four Divine Sword Sects, all looked up at the sky, and the two thousand li black clouds also quietly dispersed.
Han Lingsha asked, "Tianhe, when are you going to do it?"
"With the strength of our waiting, after 30 years of cultivating, there will be no rivals in the Six Realms." Murong Ziying stroked the sword box behind her back, her tone flat.
Yun Tianhe pondered for a moment and shook his head, "The waves are going to hit the sky, and the sea is wider than the sky."
Everyone smiled, "Then build the sea first. Build it wider than the sky."
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Whose world was the world four hundred years ago?
Civil officials and military commanders said that this is the emperor's world.
The witch said this is the world of gods.
Practitioners say that this is the world of the Divine Sword Gate.
The emperor's world must go to the capital to find it. The world of gods must go to the gods to find them. The world of Divine Sword Gate can be found in Kunlun.
Then whose world is the world today?
The people of the world say that this is the world of the people of the world.
…
With the vicissitudes of time, heroes and beauties will eventually be late, and all things are sentimental, but time does not keep anyone.
Three hundred years have passed since the master of the Sword Sect raised Qionghua Peak with supreme mana, sealed the Kunlun Immortal Road, and passed through the sky. The four Sects of Swords that were once famous in the Six Realms have become a distant legend. Later generations are chasing their backs, but the path is very small, after all, no one sees them again.
Over the past three hundred years, the rivers and lakes have been surging, and the new generations are also using the magic sword to earn their reputation. Every day there are new legends, just like the ocean tide, and the ancient stories are also hidden in the thick. In the dust.
In Yuzhou City, the young man Sedum in Yongan was sleeping soundly, but the scene in his dream was not pleasant. What he dreamed of was not the imperial sword riding on the wind and the world. For the first time since he was ten years old, he stepped on a tree branch and flew into the sky. This feeling of freedom always makes him happy; what he dreamed of was not famous in Yuzhou either. The lotus leaf chicken is fragrant, and a chicken bone will still have a smell for a long time; what he dreamed of had nothing to do with all the unpretentious experiences of the past nineteen years of life, but it was like hearing it in the story of a storyteller. Those strange things, but he has never seen these scenes before, so how can he imagine?
He dreamed of the distant sky of the ghost world, and the dust fluttered like an old mirror, and hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers on the earth held axes and rushed like a glacier, and countless flags and ten large bows were held high, and the flags were pulled in the dark wind. To be straight, their fighting spirit is fierce, but the ancient enemy has yet to show up.
He dreamed of blood rivers, weak waters and yellow springs flowing on the earth, big waves and raging storms, countless ghosts crossing the desolate Naihe Bridge over Wangchuan, and the well of reincarnation was already overcrowded, and the stacked ghosts were like mountains.
He dreamed that the eighteen hells were broken, the evil spirits roared and swallowed the flesh and blood of the Ksitigarbha, and the compassionate Bodhisattva was ten thousand feet tall. At this time, his eyes were slightly open, his breath was dying, and the demons screamed viciously on his mountain-like body.
Countless strange and magnificent scenes are so real in the dream, it's like those forgotten memories re-emerge. A flash of light broke the mystery in the fetus. The dramatic changes that have happened in the ghost world, and perhaps are also happening, have made Sedum head overwhelmed. This is a nightmare. He was trembling on the bed, sweating like syrup.
He went up and down in his dreams, up and down, and after seeing many terrible things, he found that he had also become a ghost, running fast across the ground, as he passed through the army of billions of ghost soldiers. In the formation, they will all give way to a wide road, let him fly, fly across the wasteland and the three ancient rivers, the souls crowded on the Naihe Bridge hurriedly, even if they fall into Wangchuan, they will have to clear the way. .
So he flew like this, across eighteen hells, under the gaze of the bleeding underground and the greedy group of demons, across the ten temples of Yama, and across the plains of the blooming Manshushahua under the gaze of the iron-faced Judge of Yama. , Looking up at the lost soul, all the way to the well of reincarnation.
All the ghosts looked at him with hope in their eyes.
A woman's voice said to him: "Febbon, you are our hope. Don't fail!"
"Don't fail!" the group ghost shouted angrily.
"Don't fail!"
Sedum saw the boundless ghosts surrounding him, his eyes could not tell whether he was begging or cruel. He felt he was going to be frightened, but in his dream he was very calm. He looked at the sealed reincarnation well, the purple sand of the Ganges. Fulu flows like a thick cloth covering the well.
All the ghosts who wanted to reincarnate were blocked by this piece of cloth, and could not be cracked by all they could.
What can Sedum do?
"We will help you!"
"We will help you! Shame the soul of the sword! Excalibur!"
Hundreds of thousands of ghosts wailed, and they desperately attacked the ban on the wellhead. The power of a single ghost was of no avail. Strenuous attacks would only wipe out themselves, but the mighty tide of ghosts made this wellhead as strong as the world itself. The seal dimmed slightly.
Sedum stared at the mouth of the well, and suddenly an idea emerged: There is a flaw.
There is no absolute in the world, but God's will is so, so this terrible seal also has loopholes. In his dream, he also noticed that after the ban was weakened, there was an opportunity that was shorter than a moment, shorter than a heartbeat, and it was almost impossible to be caught.
But he caught it, and suddenly turned into a brilliant silver sword light, traveling between the world like a fish, and the sword light smaller than the tip of a needle penetrated through the gap, carrying the soul of Sedum, and plunged into the deep well of reincarnation.
The inside of the well was also covered with purple talisman, they adhered to Jingtian's body like dust, making him feel heavier and heavier.
The wailing and sharp smiles of thousands of ghosts that came from the well were gone.
Only the woman's voice became weaker and weaker: "Fei Peng, don't fail! You are the last chance for the Six Realms! You must..."
The rapid fall made Sedum shiver and woke up.
He sat up blankly, the night at Yongan Dang was ordinary and cool, no different from the thousands of nights in the past.
Sedum scratched his head, the strange dream just now made him completely drowsy. The situation in the dream was a little fuzzy, but it didn't disappear and forget like the real dream. He remembered everything in the ghost world clearly. This made him anxious. Yongan's young man has no ambitions. To earn some money to marry a wife, it is best to take Yong'an as the shopkeeper, and then it is best to live so leisurely.
There are too many powerful people in the rivers and lakes these days, from eighty old ladies to seven-year-old children, all may be masters of swordsmanship, and the stray dogs on the roadside may be good monsters in cultivation. Jingtian consciously practiced "The True Art of the Sixteen Jade Tower Caves" well, and he also had a small accomplishment in swordsmanship. He was considered a well-known young man in the nearby streets and lanes, but in a small Yuzhou city, He doesn't know where he is powerful, not to mention that the world's heroes are like the crucian carp who crosses the river. What did he calculate for a shop appraisal business guy?
Not up and down, neither good nor bad, no surprises, no dangers, no disasters and no diseases, this is the life pursuit of the young man Sedum.
As for the mythology of the arena, for generations to come, shocking the ancients and the present, the heroes of the first generation, just think about it, but you can never let yourself run into it.
The young man Jingtian squatted on the bed and scratched his head. He really doubted that he was a reincarnated person.
Since Qin Xian Liu Mengli banned the ghost world, there has been no reincarnated person in this world for more than 300 years. It is thought that more than four hundred years ago, the master of the Sword Sect threatened to sever reincarnation and break the destiny of all living beings. This is also the purpose recognized by all practitioners who inherit the Sword Method, and such a majestic feat is really a success. This is what it is. Really walking against the sky, deserves to be the reputation of the number one fanatic under the heavenly way.
For three hundred years, the newly born creatures in the human world, including the human race, the beast race, and the demon race, have their souls nourished by the power of the nine springs. The book of reincarnation is innocent, there is no previous life, there will be no afterlife, after death Soul flies away, and everything returns to heaven and earth.
Now no one talks about reincarnation of fate anymore, just because the number of fate is determined by one's own hands, and life and death are guarded by the sword in his palm. The gods do not count, the Hades do not count, and the emperors do not count!
When Jing Tian thought that he was carrying the so-called last hope of the Six Realms, he had already begun to retreat.
Fate is really like an iron law for a person like him who reincarnates, and it is by no means easy to get rid of. It is useless to shrink and escape.
Just as the young man Jingtian was suspicious, the window of the wing suddenly opened, and a girl in red flew in from the room, landing silently, apparently learning a good martial art. After entering the room, the girl looked around. It was dark inside. Suddenly, she saw a figure squatting on the bedside, her bright eyes gleaming, and she looked at her silently.
"Ahhh! Ghost!" The female thief yelled, and quickly threw a handful of poisonous tribulus toward Sedum in her hand.
Seeing this, Sedum pulled the quilt and shook it. Under the infusion of internal energy, this thin quilt was as tough as wire cloth, and it took all the hidden weapons in a roll.
"Hey, little thief! Who are you!" Jingtian took the iron sword beside the bed in his hand, and stood in front of the girl as soon as he flashed. Three-pointed smile.
"Who is the thief! Do you see clearly, is this young lady like a thief?" The girl cast a fire spell, and a big light appeared on her fingertips, illuminating the house. Sedum looked up and down and saw that she was beautifully dressed and never blocked her appearance. She was really not like the ordinary gentleman of Liang Shang, but she was also a very iconic girl with bright eyes and a beautiful face.
"You are not a thief. How can a thief attack his master when he sees the host's house? You are a robber at all!" Jingtian teased deliberately, and deliberately made a frightened look.
The girl was so angry that she punched him in the arm, but Sedum screamed in pain without exerting any force.
"Stop making trouble, listen up, my surname is Tang, and I belong to Tangjiabao. This broken pawnshop belongs to my Tang family. It also belongs to me, including the place where you live. Can I be considered a thief when I go back to my own house? "
Jingtian shrank his neck, "There is nothing to say, how can you prove that you are a member of the Tang family?"
Girl Tang smiled, "There is nothing to say about it? How about letting you see the hidden weapon of my Tang family?"
"No, no, I've seen it just now. So what, Miss Tang came to visit late at night. Is there anything wrong? You want to steal... Uh no, look for something? I'll help, not me. I know everything very well, and I can find it with my eyes closed."
"Hmph, count you acquainted." Miss Tang was amused with this young man, she was also very happy in her heart, and she said her intentions right now.
It turned out that she accidentally broke the lid of a purple clay teapot. This thing is her grandfather's heart. Miss Tang wanted to come to Yongan quietly to find a matching teapot lid, so that she wouldn't be sad.
Sedum said that the shapes of purple clay pots are changeable, and it is impossible to find the same lid. For the present, he has to rely on his professional skills in antiques to glue the broken lids together.
The two of them quarreled frequently. This Miss Tang is impatient, and Sedum has never been so good. They talk one after another, and they don't know what she thinks in her heart.
While talking, UU reading www.uukanshu.com suddenly shook the sky, and the entire human world shook in this sudden shock. The series of houses and pavilions in Yuzhou City made terrible loud noises, and thousands of families screamed.
The two inside the room even felt a terrible breath coming from a distant place. In a panic, with an unstable footing under her feet, Sedum couldn't help but fell over to Miss Tang, and she couldn't help falling down.
At this moment, the two of them looked at each other and both saw each other's surprised expressions. Then, Sedum felt the warm and soft body in his arms, and there was the fast approaching sweet spot in front of him.
The young man Sedum was afraid that he would ruin the innocence of the girl's family. The Tang family was in trouble. He was shocked and quickly lowered his head. So he slammed his head with a hammer and knocked out Miss Tang's nosebleeds.
This huge shock came suddenly and ended quickly. After a while, the shock subsided, Yuzhou restored peace, and the hut in Yongan was even more silent.
"Well…"
Sedum raised his head tremblingly, only to see the girl under him trying to kill someone.
"Then what... forgive me, forgive me..."