Chapter 629: Spirit card

On the ninth peak, the four sons left, and the sadness when they left was not hypocrisy, or the sorrow of the same door, or perhaps the weakness of their destiny.
In the blood-stained sword box, Bai Hongqin blood, faint whisper, sad sound in the sword, let people feel unconsciously cold.
"Yin'er" Ning Chen looked at the little girl who was practicing sword not far away and whispered.
"Is there something?" Yin'er trot and asked.
"Can you feel the sound of this sword?" Ning Chen asked.
Yin'er heard the words and stepped forward to reach Bai Hong's sword body, trying to feel the sound in the sword.
After a long time, Yin'er got up, his face embarrassed, and said, "I only heard the sad sound in the sword, the others could not hear clearly."
"It's okay"
Ning Chen gently rubbed the little girl's hair and said in a calm tone, "Your cultivation day is still short, you can feel that these are already very powerful, continue to practice sword"
"Yep"
Yin'er responded and immediately trot to the bamboo forest to continue practicing the sword.
In front of the peak, Ning Chen waved away the white blood sword of Qinxue and looked at the message peak in the distance. The dark and deep eyes flashed a little light.
Before Ling Yun left, it seemed that he already knew his destiny and why he had to leave.
Qi Huan and Ling Luo really knew something, why didn't they say it?
How many hidden secrets are still hidden in the Momen, and what role did the Mozhu play between them?
Many questions, like a mist lingering in my heart, Ning Chen thought for a long time, but couldn't think of the answer, withdrew his gaze, stepped, and swept towards the third peak.
After counting the interest, on the third peak, the black clothes manifested and moved towards the bamboo house on the peak.
The wooden door opened, and in the eyes, there was only one bed and a pair of tables and chairs in the room. It was simple and simple, and there was nothing else.
Ning Chen looked at it for a moment, then turned to look elsewhere on the peak.
On the peak, calm and peaceful, except for a medicine field, no other place looks abnormal.
Medicine field?
Ning Chen frowned suddenly and walked over.
Less than ten feet wide of the medicinal field, a large plant grows among them, and the medicinal fragrance spreads tens of miles.
It is no secret that the third peak is the master of medicinal herbs. There are hundreds of great medicines, each of which is a treasure and valuable.
There have been no less than ten times when the royal dignitaries came to the third peak of Moshan for medicine. However, Ling Yun, who has always been kind to people, never once agreed on this matter.
Ning Chen looked at the hundred great medicines in front of him for a moment, two moments ... for a whole hour, his eyes never looked away.
An hour later, Ning Chen looked at the sword where Ling Yun had taught before, and a little glint flashed in his eyes.
With a gentle step, the figure flashed at a rapid speed, and the speed was strange. It was exactly the same. He walked among the hundreds of big medicines, reproducing every step that Lingyun took during the battle of the day.
The last step was stepped out, the void shook, and the black figure disappeared quietly.
Ning Chen walked out of the strange and quiet space, and in front of him, a stone room stood in front, lingering in the air, and dazzling.
Ning Chen stepped forward and waved his hand to open the stone door. In the rumbling shock, he saw an amazing scene. On the table in front of him, there were spirit cards displayed one by one, and strange names, except for two.
In the end, a piece of spirit card was engraved with the words Ling Yun, and it was shocking to see oneself set up a spirit position for oneself.
The penultimate position, the word Huayang, is clear and eye-catching, and is obviously the same person as the tombstone I met at the ninth peak after the mountain.
Six cards and six names are clearly printed in Ning Chen's heart, so heavy.
First peak, second peak, third peak, fourth peak, ninth peak?
Ning Chen's thoughts are constantly turning. If these people are the masters of the former peaks, who is the extra person?
Zichuan, an unfamiliar name, never heard Qi Huan and others mention it.
Unable to figure it out, Ning Chen concentrated his thoughts and stepped out of the stone chamber.
In the medicine field, the sky flickered, and Ning Chen walked out, and immediately the figure flashed over, and flew towards the other peak.
On the Feng Daotai, Mozhu opened his eyes and looked at the ninth son who left the third peak. The old eyes were deep and he could not see any waves.
At the eighth peak, Aya Luozhen stood on the cliff, her long silver hair fluttering in the wind, and her eyes looked far away, making her sad.
At this moment, the black man walked out, looked at the woman in front of the cliff, and said, "Sister 8"
Ling Luozhen looked back, looked at the young figure behind him, and said softly, "What's the matter?"
"Who is Luluo?" Ning Chen asked directly.
Ling Luozhen heard the words, his body shook, his eyes flashed in disbelief, and said, "How do you know this name?"
"Sister Eight, don't ask me how I know it, but can you tell me who this person is?" Ning Chen squinted slightly.
"Once the Lord of the Fourth Peak" Ling Luozhen said seriously.
"Yue Zhu?" Ning Chen asked again.
"Lord of the Second Peak" Ling Luo really answered.
"Xiang Yuan"
"Lord of the First Peak"
"Huayang"
"Lord of the Ninth Peak"
Names, heavy answers, like Ning Chen's conjecture, the token people are the masters of the former peaks.
"Who is Zichuan?" Ning Chen asked.
Hearing this name, Ling Luozhen was silent for a long time, and then said, "I am not very clear about this person, it seems to be the former leader of the seventh peak. If someone inherits, why is the seventh peak exceptional, I do n’t know "
"Why wouldn't anyone inherit the same peak, and the position of the ninth peak's lord, counting me, does not have two terms," ​​Ning Chen frowned.
"Your situation is different," Aya Luo said softly.
"Why?" Ning Chen puzzled.
"Can't say, don't ask again, if possible, it's best not to know for a lifetime," Aya Luozhen solemnly warned.
A different color flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, politely, "Thank you, Sister Eight, for telling me, my brother has left"
The words fell, Ning Chen didn't stay any longer, and turned away.
Looking at the former figure away, Ling Luo Zhen sighed softly. Did Brother Three leave any clues to him? Did Brother Three really think that Brother Nine could change their destiny.
After the ninth peak and the back mountain, Ning Chen came out with doubt, and swept directly into the depths of the dense forest.
The dense ancient forest, the giant tree covered the sun, the black figure flickered and disappeared.
At the moment when Ning Chen was close to the depths of the dense forest, suddenly, the surrounding air pressure suddenly subsided, the sky surged, and the entire ninth peak shook.
Chaos appeared, a man with a fierce appearance, and a terrible evil behind him, with a punch of force, slammed into the intruder.
Ning Chen waved his hand and held his sword, Taishi showed his front edge, and then blocked the former's fist.
"Human, it's you again"
The fists and swords touched each other, and the aftermath swayed, and the ancient trees fell down, and they were cut off by sword energy and fist strength.
"Chaos, I have something to ask you, not killing you" Ning Chen said in a deep voice.
"Unauthorized trespassing in the forest, sin is unforgivable. Last time, looking at the face of the old monster, I have let you go once. This time, no one can save you." The man said coldly, his fist slammed , Once again forced his life.
Seeing that the evil beasts were difficult to communicate, Ning Chen's eyes were cold, and the sword waved, and he decided to use force to control the enemy first, and then speak of others.
The staggered figure, the chaos can be amazing, the heavy fist is as heavy as a thousand strokes, one move and one way, the mountain collapses.
The move was unshakable. Ning Chen waved his sword to welcome the move, stepped around, and walked without touching it.
In a blink of an eye, the men's double fists slammed against each other, and an incomparably powerful force was surging. At the next moment, the double fists exploded, killing the soul.
Ning Chen condensed his eyes, stepped, his figure flashed quickly, his left hand waved immediately, the white rainbow sword box manifested, the sword box opened, and the thin blade like a cicada flew out.
The man's eyes shrank, his fist turned, and he threw forward.
However, compared with the speed, the fate is better, turning sideways, Bai Hongjian twisted and wrapped the former arm.
The "White Rainbow Sword", a familiar sword edge, shocked the man.
"Uh"
Bai Hong locked the arm of the former for a moment, Tai Shi slashed, and a sword broke his arm. In an instant, blood spattered like rain, and the sky was red.
The pain came, the man roared, the light in his eyes rose, his body changed, the roar of evil, the chaotic transformation in the earth-shattering sound, swallowed the void in front.
"Dirty beast!"
On the peak of the message, Mozhu suddenly opened his eyes and raised his hand to be rescued.
Suddenly, at this moment, in the distance, a sword came out of the air, and he was overbearing. One sword cut half the peak of the message.
Rumble trembles, on the peak of the message, countless bursts of grains shattered and moved to the mountain, the scene was shocking.
"Ziyihou!"
At this moment, above you, Mo Men's four sons shuddered, and his face was unbelievable.
Obviously, when clearly in the Western Immortal Realm, Ziyi Hou died in the hands of the Red Luan King and Master, why did he appear again today?
In the distance, the man who stepped forward looked like he was about thirty years old. He was dressed in purple clothes and he was domineering. He was really the purple clothes who had already died in the West Fairy World.
On the platform, Mozhu looked at the man walking in front of him, and there was not much surprise in the old eyes. As soon as he lifted his hand, the colorful glow spread, and the ground was shaking.
"Old man, this lord is not dead, you are very satisfied, today, the new account and the old account, we will settle together"
During the speech, Ziyi Hou stepped out, and immediately reached the Taoist platform, a purple sword edge appeared, and he chopped off.
"It seems that I have spoken to you, you have not remembered"
Mozhu lightly whispered, his right hand lifted up, colorful glory and grandeur, and he suddenly blocked the sword.
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The hatred in Ziyi Hou's eyes is hard to conceal. The sword turns into a great force.
The figure of the ink master freed up, and a white robe hunted with the wind, raised his hands to set the situation, and the colors passed through the sun and the moon.
Seeing this, Ziyi Hou, with his left hand condensing Yuan, a sword sword rainbow came out around the sword.
"Xianshu, Purple Rainbow Run Through the Sun"
Colorful, purple rainbows collide, the terrifying aftermath rushes out, and the amazing power instantly destroys all the lines in the surrounding thousands of feet.
With a muffled sound, the purple rainbow sword gas passed through the colorful ray of light and did not enter the body of the ink, bringing out a glorious blood flower.
"Amazed, old man, this prince has been working hard for a hundred years, just for today, to live his life"
The words fell, the figure of Ziyihou flashed over, Jian Feng condensed the spirit of Jianying in all directions, a sword broke through the sky, and he arrived.