Chapter 642

Inscription: Misunderstood Yin - Jin Dynasty: Wang Zhe

Occasionally chasing tours, without hindrance. Looking only at Jinbo Qingdai. Looking back, I suddenly saw the deserted forest.

A pile of children, skeletons lying, green sand inside. Lonely who is the main, and the row. Eyes dazzled in the air, filled with dust.

Rain and wind, sun and stars. Changing careers increases, heavy loads. In a foreign land, it is a very local guest, what age.

If you encounter a fascination, how can you be helpless.

(Wang Zhe seems to be Wang Chongyang...uh...)

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Tianguang Peak is very quiet.

The clouds that drifted towards the other peak gathered again, as pale as Zhao Layue's face.

She was defeated by Fang Jingtian's sword.

To be precise, Fang Jingtian didn't draw out the sword, because she didn't draw out the sword either.

No one thinks that Zhao Layue is overconfident, and no one dares to underestimate her—even if Furth Sword is not by her side, she still shows an extremely powerful, even terrifying swordsmanship, which is the terrifying aspect of the Acquired Intangible Body Sword.

Any strong cultivator at the peak of Breaking the Sea might not be her opponent at that moment.

The problem is that Fang Jingtian is a giant in the sky-reaching realm, already transcendent and refined, soaring above the sea of ​​clouds.

There wasn't much blood on the peak, because Zhao Layue had shed too much blood in the snowy field a few days ago, and because Fang Jingtian couldn't make a full shot.

Firstly, due to his status and status, this is the demeanor he should have. Secondly, the more important reason is... There are always two eyes staring at him on Bihu Peak.

Those eyes are very cold, but once they become crazy, they must be extremely crazy and bloodthirsty.

In fact, most of the blood stains on the ground belonged to Zhuo Rusui.

Before Zhao Layue, he rushed out the sword.

Swallowing Zhoujian is indeed powerful, and his realm strength is indeed superior to those of his generation, but he lost more simply than Zhao Layue, or in other words, he admitted defeat even more simply.

It's no shame if you can't beat someone like Fang Jingtian.

The minor injuries he suffered were just some light punishments imposed by Fang Jingtian.

But at this time, he behaved as if he was seriously injured and was about to die, leaning against Guo Nanshan's arms, screaming non-stop.

Even Que Niang couldn't stand it.

Is this the end?

of course not.

Yuan Qu has already summoned the gray nameless sword with twists and turns, strange appearance and some reflective crystals on the surface.

Of course he would lose too, but then there was Junior Sister Yushan, Elder Chi Yan, Lei Yijing, Yao Songshan, and countless young disciples who still remembered Jing Jiu.

Thinking about what would happen next, he felt extremely beautiful.

What Tong Yan said is not wrong, Fang Jingtian's intentions are not right, and he needs to pay more attention to the word "convincing the public", he will not dare to kill people at will.

If I can't beat you, can't I drag you?

It's just a pity that Junior Brother and A Piao are not here, nor is Senior Brother Gu Qing, otherwise today would be a lively day.

Thinking about these things, Yuan Qu had already come to the venue, saluted Fang Jingtian respectfully, and said, "Disciple..."

According to Tong Yan's plan, he should say a long paragraph at this time, concealing his identity as a disciple of the Yuan Family in Lelang County, and then what... But he didn't expect that his next words would not be heard at all, so he was drowned in exclamation.

Yuan Qu was a little surprised. He followed everyone's gaze to the sky and couldn't help being surprised.

The sea of ​​clouds among the nine peaks of Qingshan is calm, like a white wool felt, but in the real world outside the big formation of Qingshan, there are clouds that move with the wind.

Those clouds are gradually separating, revealing the sky behind, looking like more than a dozen blue ruts, leading to unknown places.

Such a picture must not be the natural creation of the heavens and the earth. Where did it come from?

People looked at the vision in the sky in shock and talked a lot.

"How is this going?"

"Could it be that the Dharma boat of which sect passed by?"

"Impossible, how can there be such a fast Dharma boat in the world."

"Is this a sign?"

Fang Jingtian's silver eyebrows fluttered slightly, Daoist Guangyuan was a little confused, the curtain of the small sedan chair with green curtains moved slightly without wind.

More and more people are getting closer to the truth.

Such a vision is very likely to be a sign of something big in the sky.

The auspicious omens of heaven and earth originated in the north, could it be that some important person from Zhongzhou sent into the Mahayana period!

Thinking of this possibility, the Qingshan disciples looked a little dignified.

"No... no, this... is a sword... a sword." Elder Mochi said suddenly.

Everyone was even more surprised, thinking that the Xihai Sword Sect had already been destroyed, the gate of no grace was closed to the mountains, there were not many sects that used swords in the world, and even fewer sects could produce great things. The Qingshan Sect...is there anyone in the north?

"Could it be Senior Brother Gu Qing?" Someone asked incredulously.

"Impossible." Zhuo Rusui had long forgotten to cry out, and said with a sneer, "With his talent, it would be impossible for him to practice for another three hundred years."

While everyone was discussing, the ruts in the sea of ​​clouds became wider and wider, and the aura they emitted became clearer and clearer.

Zhuo Rusui's expression changed slightly, he thought of a certain possibility, and then more and more people thought of it.

Suddenly, the perennial mist on Yunxing Peak disappeared without a trace, and countless swords and sword embryos emerged from the cliff, bowing their heads slightly to the far north.

More than a hundred years ago, when Qingshan read out Liu Ci's posthumous edict, a similar scene appeared, but today's grand scene is even better than that of the past.

This scene proved the conjecture in people's hearts, and everyone was shocked.

Could it be that the real master woke up in Chaoge City?

No, not only did he wake up, but he also entered the Heavenly Realm!

Lei Yijing, Yao Songshan and other Qingshan disciples were very surprised, they knelt down and saluted towards the far north, in the direction of Chaoge City.

Immediately afterwards, more and more Qingshan disciples knelt down.

Those ruts in the sea of ​​clouds turned out to be traces of swords.

The shock didn't end there.

Countless more subtle but equally lofty sword intents emerged from among the green mountains and peaks, heading towards the sky.

Everyone looked back in shock and found that those extremely thin sword intents came from Qingrong Peak.

Uncle Meili's eyes were bright, his face was reddish, he was very excited, and those girls jumped up happily, shouting something non-stop.

Those extremely thin sword intents came high above the sky, connected with those sword intents from the north, like a big net, covering the entire green mountain.

This is the sword string of unprovoked swordsmanship.

Fang Jingtian looked in the direction of Qingrong Peak, and said with a complicated expression: "Congratulations, Junior Sister."

The sword string moved slightly and made a clear and moving sound like the sound of a sword. It was because someone landed on it.

Nan Wang walked over from Qingrong Peak, stepped on the swordstring with bare feet, and the silver bell rang along with it. It didn't mean anything out of the world, more like a playful little girl.

The sword strings moved for no reason, and it was impossible to confirm her position. The same was true of her figure. Sometimes she was on the top of the mountain more than ten miles away, and sometimes she was on the top of the cloud, as if drunk.

This is the realm of the sky.

With a soft slap, she landed on the top of Tianguang Peak, raised her face slightly, and said to Fang Jingtian: "Senior brother, do you still want to fight for the position of the master now?"

The peak was quiet, everyone was waiting for Fang Jingtian's answer, but they had already guessed his answer.

Nan Wang had just broken through, so he probably wasn't his opponent, the problem was that the man had already woken up, and stepped on the highest sky in one step.

The zhemei composed of sword intent appeared in the sky again.

Fang Jingtian returned to Xilai Peak.

Looking at the dozens of sword lights remaining in the sky, Nan Wang curled his lips, turned to look at Zhao Layue and said, "Is it worth it? For such a man."

Zhuo Rusui thought that I was the first one to make a move... but he didn't know that Zhao Layue really had the idea of ​​dying today, and wanted to prevent Fang Jingtian from becoming the head of Qingshan.

Nan Wang knew this very well, so he raised this question.

Zhao Layue said: "In your eyes he is a man, in some people's eyes he is a sword, in my eyes he is him."

Zhuo Rusui couldn't understand what they were saying, so he said to Nan Wang: "Master, you come out earlier, we don't have to suffer such serious injuries."

"You want to use me as you wish."

Nan Wang snorted coldly, walked to the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back, and looked towards Chaoge City far away from the sea of ​​clouds.

If it wasn't for Jing Jiu's sudden awakening and reaching the sky in one step, she wouldn't want to bow down to him, and it would probably take decades to reach the sky.

Zhao Layue probably understood the cause and effect and didn't say anything.

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The heavens and the earth produce big things, and their own visions. Coupled with the movement outside the old plum garden, the imperial city, and the west city wall, the entire Chaoge City was shocked. People rushed to the street, looking at the neatly divided sea of ​​clouds, discussing something excitedly.

Jing Jiu took Liu Shisui into Chaoge City and appeared in the sight of everyone. Seeing that unbelievably beautiful face, the people of Chaoge City quickly guessed his identity, and they parted like a tide to get out of the street. Their eyes were full of awe and curiosity, and many people knelt down and kowtowed.

The well has not been seen in the world for nine hundred years, but the legend still exists.

Liu Shisui followed beside him, felt countless hot gazes, vaguely guessed something, and was inevitably a little nervous.

The spring rain washed away the dust in Chaoge City, and the black eaves of Taichang Temple finally regained some vitality, pointing out the direction more strikingly.

Looking at the Taichang Temple and walking, it didn't take long for the two of them to come to the well house.

This place is now a forbidden area of ​​Chaoge City, and the people who followed were blocked out by the formation, and the streets and alleys became much quieter.

Jing Jiu looked at the Buddhist temple across the street and said, "It's hard work."

Sitting deep in the Buddhist hall, Chanzi stretched out his hand to grab the wooden stick in front of him, ordered the monks to pack it up, and said, "Hurry up to Baicheng, I don't want to see him."