Under the bloody color, Jiangnan has lost the gentle aura of the past and has a more bleak atmosphere.
Nowadays, passers-by in the middle of Jiangnan have nowhere to be found. They have long turned into a dead place. Apart from the occasionally visible small beasts in the mountains, there are not many self-cultivators who can calmly enjoy the scenic spots in the middle of Jiangnan.
Jiangnan is destined to be affected by disasters. Perhaps this gentle land is too comfortable. God’s disaster gives Jiangnan a kind of training?
The Fengdu army has already included the entire Jiangnan in its territory. Although Fengdu has not poured all its power into Jiangnan, there are still a large number of self-cultivators fighting in Jiangnan.
However, the holy clan is extremely calm now, and seems to have no sound at all. Why?
He never came forward to destroy the invaders when he was in Jiangnan.
At the same time, the Six Divine Beasts Family also heard a voice, as if it had disappeared from the mainland of China.
The leaders of several major sects in the Central Plains were still thinking about how to deal with the Fentian Yansha. The strength of the Fentian Yansha who came again increased greatly. It was no longer the ignorant fire man who knew the height of the sky. Although it was not insidious and cunning, he also knew which one was more important.
The Fentian Yansha has also been appearing in Zhongtu at all times, making the sects of Zhongtu frightened.
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Water Moon Cloud Palace.
This is a pure land, the only pure land in the south of the Yangtze River that has not suffered disasters.
White mist sways above the lake, pavilions, towers, five steps, one pavilion, ten steps, one pavilion, and lush green trees stand ingeniously between the pavilions, making the Shuiyue Cloud Palace more full of the charm of the Jiangnan water town, like a gentle and lovely beauty.
In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, a plain figure was playing the piano, and the rhythm slowly came from the strings, as if it was driving the ripples of the lake water.
Through the white veil, you can see clearly the graceful face afterwards, and the extraordinary smell is filled with an aura of falling into the mortal world.
"Why are you feeling restless?" However, at this moment, a sound suddenly came, instantly breaking the long-lasting piano sound. "Bang--" the strings suddenly broke, and the plain sound also trembled all over, looking at the extraordinary piano in your hand for no reason.
A goose-yellow figure had faded away from the embarrassment he had before, and once again brought a graceful and luxurious atmosphere, coming slowly, looking at the man in the lake center pavilion with a smile on his face.
"Maybe something happened again." Fairy Shuiyue frowned and thought. Jiangnan had turned into scorched earth, and all the damn people had left. Nowadays, not many self-cultivators dared to wander around Jiangnan. People who remained unswerving until death might have already turned into a monument standing on the land of Jiangnan.
Cang Yuehua sat on the pavilion in the middle of the lake and smiled, "What else is going on now?"
"Disasters and disasters are everywhere, Jiangnan is not the only place where you should suffer such a heavy burden, I'm afraid..." Fairy Shuiyue slowly stood up, stood on the lakeside, looking at the clear lake water, and her figure reflected on the water surface, snow-white and unworldly.
Cang Yuehua's smile faded and she sighed heavily, "So what? Do we both still want to save the world?"
"Fengdu is just a gangster who takes advantage of the situation. The enemies that China has to face are far greater than those of Fengdu and others. In the past, although Jiangnan suffered a lot of trauma, the disaster finally came into being in Middle-earth, but now it is..." Jiangnan is her hometown after all, and she doesn't want Jiangnan to transform into this picture now.
"Don't think too much. These are not what we should think about... People who think about themselves. If they don't even think about them, what can we do?" Cang Yuehua showed a bitter smile, and her smile showed her feelings.[
Fairy Shuiyue shook her head slightly and turned to look at the piano she had stroking before. The strings of the piano were still broken. She felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. I don’t know why she always felt a little uneasy.
"Forget it, let's continue to wait in the Shuiyue Cloud Palace." Fairy Shuiyue took out a guzheng from somewhere and continued to narrate.
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Five days later.
Yanliu Lake, with smoke and water lingering, this place is still a peaceful place, and every flower and grass is still the same.
A few mandarin ducks on the lake are still playing happily in the water, looking extremely leisurely in the sparkling water. They have no idea that Jiangnan has now turned into scorched earth.
However, in such a quiet place, a rumbling thunder sound that shook the world from above the sky.
There was a gloomy cloud and lightning in the sky, but there was a sudden thunder. What kind of scene is this?
The thunder sound seemed to penetrate the horizon and completely shattered the already dim sunlight. An evil aura on the heaven and earth seemed to be condensed all the time, and the spiritual aura of heaven and earth seemed to be filled with ink, and was gradually being filthed.
The thunder that shook the sky and the earth seemed to be no longer as magnificent as usual, but had a dull aura, as if it was a cough that had been held back for a long time.
"Gulugulu--" Many bubbles suddenly appeared on Yanliu Lake, and a ray of light flashed, and a strange figure appeared.
Standing silently in a small pavilion by the lake, looking at the darkness above the sky, he sighed, "What should come will come after all, and the fate that should go has been decided..."
This person is over 80 years old and has only one skeleton left on his body. A stiff look appeared on his thin and wrinkled old face, and his eyes are turbid but mysterious.
Holding the gossip in his right hand, pinching his fingers in his left hand, and talking nonsensely whether it was human words.
After a long time, a figure appeared behind him, a plain figure, proudly as if standing on the highest mountain.
"I didn't expect that you, the old man, would leave the holy realm and walk around." A smile came from the plain figure.
However, the thin old man never spoke, looking faintly at the sky, just wearing a thin thick scrub coat.
"Yeah!!" Who is the plain figure?
"Leng Han, why are you out?" the old man asked without looking back.
Unexpectedly, it was Leng Han, the Holy Clan Holy Envoy, "Thunder, Yun Ting... This is the first time I have seen such a vision."
The old man sent his left hand to pinch his fingers, but instead pointed out the gossip on the right hand.
"There is naturally something to happen when the vision appears." The old man looked calm, as if he noticed something big.
Leng Han asked calmly, but it could be seen from his eyes that his heart was still a little worried.
"The dark sun thunders, the demons are coming, the willow holy clan..." A trace of blood flowed out of the old man's mouth, "Cough cough..." Then the old man collapsed on the ground.
"Master Blind!" The old man's eyes were turbid, maybe he couldn't see clearly at all.
Leng Han was anxious in his heart. Looking at Master Blind who was sank on the ground, he felt a thrust in his heart, "Leak the secret of heaven, and the sky will not leave this..." Master Blind showed a stiff smile, "Leng Han..."
Leng Han didn't know why Master Blind suddenly happened, but he might have guessed something in his heart, and listened to Master Blind saying.
"You, why bother with this?" Leng Han's white hair whirled a little in the breeze.
Master Blind coughed again, "I have lived in the Holy Land for thousands of years, and life has meaningless to me."
The breath of life in his thin body was already there, and Master Blind's gossip had already fallen to the ground and turned into two halves. The neat crack seemed to be a magic weapon that was cut down in an instant.
"What should go, you will leave, the heavens will stay, what should come will always come back, and the walls will be built to block... Lenghan, you must... remember, can the Holy Clan be able to keep it for only one night..." This sentence seemed to touch something, Master Blind's voice suddenly stopped, as if he was stabbed by a steel needle in his heart, and his whole body became stiff and soft.
"Master Blind--"Master Blind was brought into the clan by Leng Han. Although Master Blind has a bad temper, he also provides advice for the Holy Clan.
As the number one magician in China, he was burdened with revenge and murderous in his early years and suffered heavy injuries. If Leng Han had not been able to get down with his arm, he might not have been as reminded as today.
"Suosu—" Several figures suddenly appeared behind Leng Han, "Holy Envoy!!!"
Leng Han looked back silently and said lightly: "Shut Master Blind for 49 days, and then a great burial..." Leng Han's eyes were filled with tears, but it had already faded.
"Yes." Several figures nodded.
Leng Han handed Master Blind to the people behind him, and his figure slowly faded away, as if it had turned into white mist, with a slight sound.
...
Above a mountain, there is white mist under the feet, and the abyss cannot be seen.
In the distance, there is a white ocean in sight. Snow-white waves roll in and out, like waves washing sand in the river.
"Hey..." A plain figure stood here quietly, looking at the whole world.
"Old friends left one by one..." Ten thousand years ago, he was still very young, at least at this age, and he had many partners, like brothers and sisters.
But ten thousand years of time are like a sharp knife, killing his friends one by one.
Now he is old, although he is not as thin as a master blind, like a zombie. But he still feels that he is almost alive.
But he was reluctant to part with the Holy Clan, and the current Holy Clan made him feel very at ease. There were conflicts among the clans, and there were conflicts between the clans and the saints’ sons. All of this was the times eroding the holy clans and eroding this decadent behemoth.
"Has the Dharma really stopped it?" Leng Han was originally a holy clan living in the upper realm. In order to protect the holy clan on earth, he has been in the human world for 10,000 years. He has long been completely integrated with the human world.
Although Master Blind didn't say much, he already knew a lot. With a muffled thunder, it was like thunder in thousands of valleys. This was the punishment of the heaven to the holy clan. Perhaps the destruction of the Ten Holy Lands is a sign.