It was already a beautiful April day, and the rain was falling. The strange scarlet color in the sky was accompanied by bursts of thunder, and the whole world seemed like purgatory.
Qishang hasn't woken up yet.
What makes people feel a little bit chilled is that when Li Chengru disappeared, Emperor Qingming also disappeared.
A new god is coming in the sky, getting closer and closer.
"Will Qing Ming run away?" Mo Shang was a little worried. Since waking up, he and Uncle Bai Qi have searched the entire Funiu Town, but there is no trace of Emperor Qing Ming. After asking the members of the Qing Ming Monster Clan,
They all shook their heads to express their ignorance.
"Think on the bright side." Wang Shuai patted Mo Shang's head: "Maybe he was eaten by an old yellow dog?"
For a moment, the little girl next to Mo Shang, Ruyu, had tears in her eyes: Is this called thinking of the good?
Wang Shuai looked at the two people in front of him. Since leaving the airspace, the little girl has grown significantly faster than ordinary people. In just two or three years, she has reached the age of a nutmeg. But Mo Shang still looks like a child of seven or eight years old.
The scene of him standing alone at the door waiting for his father was really heartbreaking. Wang Shuai complained in his heart, Xu Qingmu, Xu Qingmu, it is easy to give birth to a child but difficult to raise a child. What you did as a father is really a "breeze on both sleeves".
Bai Qi glanced at the unorthodox Wang Shuai. This most outstanding descendant of the Wang family suddenly embarked on a completely different business path from the previous heads of the family for some reason. Instead, he learned boxing a little deviantly and wore the seal of the God King of the Ten Directions.
With his superb skills and the favor of Emperor Yan, the Tongtian Record has become perfect. But such a person always gives people an extremely unreliable feeling.
"Second brother, don't scare the child!"
"I know, I know, Mo Shang is so old, he definitely won't take it seriously. As for Ruyu..."
Wang Shuai stared at the little girl, and the little girl naturally looked at Wang Shuai blankly.
"Aww——!"
Suddenly, Wang Shuai suddenly broke the silence between the two. The little girl was so frightened that she shrank back and just rushed into Mo Shang's arms, crying so hard. After all, it was the spiritual son who called Xu Qingmu's father, the little girl.
The guy understood the situation and pretended to be angry while stroking the beauty's back with his hands. The exchange between the men's brows made the two girls Chen Yun and Xiao Xiao frown.
This Xu Qingmu's son is good but doesn't learn from others, and bad ones are all passed down by others!
A large number of monks around looked overwhelmed by the approaching divine power in the air, but they saw the unique abruptness in the atmosphere here. Finally, an older monk snorted coldly, then put on his usual expression in the family,
Come in steps.
"Now that the world is in danger, you and I, children, are just grinning. Do you really want to frustrate the spirit of the monks in the world?!"
The two guardians, Cai Nannan and Wang Qianyu, stood in front of the old monk with different expressions and said nothing.
Xu Pei walked out first with a smile, looking up and down. The sword-shaped logo embroidered on the old man's chest seemed to come from the Sword Qi Pavilion with some grievances. The old man was familiar to everyone, but Xu Pei and others had never seen it before. It should be a hidden member of the family.
A generation of ancestors who have never left. At this time, the old man hated evil as much as he wanted to, and the anger of injustice seemed to come out from between his fingers.
"May I ask if you are the ancestor of Jianqi Pavilion?"
The old monk did not nod, but his raised face said everything.
"Senior just now said that we have dampened the spirit of the world. This is true for us juniors. But thinking about it conversely, if the ancestor can go up with the sword, the energy in our hearts will definitely be controlled by the spirit of the ancestor.
A shock. So——"
Xu Pei clasped his hands and said:
"We will invite our ancestors to fight to the death against the gods!"
As soon as he said this, the old man's face turned pale.
The previous heroic spirit in his heart was gone, and there was a look of hesitation on his face. He wanted to speak but was speechless for a while.
Xu Pei had already drawn his sword, and the red Wuxie sword was glowing with scarlet color. Xu Pei looked at the sword cultivator in the distance, sighing in his heart, but forced himself to take a breath. Xuan Qing, who was possessed by Qishang, had
To be honest, Li Chengru, who died in battle, is so powerful that the world should be remembered as his ancestors!
"Everyone, the world is about to be smeared with blood and covered with weeds, and the jackals and wolves will lose their tassels. The country is broken, the mountains and rivers are empty, where will the souls of the dead families return! The grass and trees are deep, the flowers and birds are mourning together, how can people be embarrassed? The literati are worried about the world, they share the sorrow and weep the blood, they are white-headed
The scratch is even shorter. But we warriors who cultivate swords and worry about the world are singing and drinking together. The moon shines on the golden cup. It is the sword that shines on the bones of the ages. It is the testimony of the moon in front of the old hall!"
At that moment, the prince Xu Pei, who was once a descendant of the mountain, was now standing at the top of the mountain, with a mighty momentum.
The young man finally became the mainstay!
"Tearful eyes worrying about the people are not as good as dancing with swords, and blood writing is not as good as fists holding the four directions! Look, everyone, the moon is bright in the mountains, the clear springs are under the pines, the birds are all sailing in the snow, and the sun is shining on the great rivers and mountains. This is the prosperous age that we all share.
, how can you sit back and watch others get involved!"
Xu Pei's words are like Huang Zhong Dalu, like wildfire burning clouds, like a clear invisible sword, which stirs up the depression in everyone's heart, leaving only a third part of the aura of awe-inspiring, fist and sword in hand!
Then, the young man holding the red sword of innocence jumped up and pointed straight into the air.
In the scarlet sky and earth, the rain is still falling.
When everyone was silent, countless female cultivators came with swords in their hands. Seeing the monk speak, their exclamations made the other monks turn around and look back:
"It's Lilan Palace!"
One call and thousands of people answer!
In an instant, the inner anger that Xu Pei mentioned earlier boiled up completely. Looking at the group of female cultivators who were beautiful but were dying, as the men in the world who believed that their beauty was shining, they were extremely ashamed.
A man born between heaven and earth, how can he live like a green man with hanging wings and no vertical scales?
Under the scarlet starry sky in the sky, a female cultivator kept losing, and the blood added a sense of sadness to the already scarlet April rain. Finally, a swordsman cultivator cursed "go to hell", held his sword and jumped forward, rushing forward.
Then two in a row.
Three more times.
It would be better for me to have a posthumous reputation than a sword in time!
At that moment, the fate of the entire Haoran world became one. It was the intertwining of blood and tears, the collision of Qi and bones, and the release of the energy in Haoran's heart that had been accumulated for thousands of years.
It’s not unprecedented for ants to burst the dam!
The whole world is filled with the aura of killing. Those who originally flinched in their hearts have been infected by the crazy shouts and curses in front of them. No one hesitates anymore, and they hold the body condensed by the ancient aura left by Xuan Qing.
Wearing a sword in front of him. The moment the breath entered his body, the monk's face was filled with joy. The breath was like spiritual energy entering his body, which instantly increased his strength.
Xiao Xiao and Chen Yun protected Qishang in their arms, while Wang Qianyu and Cai Nannan, who were waiting on the side, had already used up all their body skills and walked away into the void.
Sword energy flew across the air, and tens of thousands of people raised their swords to face the lonely middle-level god king and launched a fierce attack. At that moment, this god who considered the human monks to be ants finally had some fear in his eyes. He tried hard to split open a
The sword killed dozens of monks in the world, but more sword-holders followed one after another. The shouts covered up the banging thunder coming out of the crack. At this moment, the heaven and the earth were shaken!
The old yellow dog lay lying on the broken brick kiln, looking up at the human monks who were surrounding them like bees, and licked again and again with his scarlet tongue.
"Old Song, you should really take a look. Dragons and elephants have appeared in this world."
No one responded.
However, the old yellow dog didn't care, and stood up with some shaking of his head, taking a lotus step with his feet, as if a flame was burning, leaving a black scorch on the ground.
"Forget it, damn it, Mo Li, I told you a long time ago that I shouldn't walk this world with you. Alas, it's all a sin, it's a sin!"
Flames shot up between countless small magic formations, and then connected into lines, communicating with the large formation that Li Chengru had buried. Then, endless energy rose up, and the world seemed to be covered with an indestructible defense.
The array was shining with extremely dazzling light, and even the cold spring rain falling from the sky was rejected by the array.
After doing all this, all the yellow fur on the old yellow dog's body faded away, becoming as dark as ink, with a rare white tinge between the four hooves, and the fur between the eyebrows on the top of his head was as red as fireworks. He moved his body, and then the black dog opened his mouth.
, a ball of blazing flames spurted out, exploding the surrounding space.
"God Clan, your quarrel with the human world has nothing to do with me, but if you really covet your luck in the battlefield of the gods, I will fight against you and I will let you taste the power of fire!"
With a fierce flash in his eyes, the black dog disappeared.
The blood rain in the air merged and scattered on the formation one after another. The monks in the world were like leeks being harvested. They fell one after another. But the anger that Xu Pei brought up could never be erased. The sound of "the country is destroyed"
"Mountains and rivers are empty" really screamed in the most irreversible place in my heart. There were not many female cultivators in the Lilan Palace, but now under the absolute crushing of the gods, unlike the male cultivators, their faces and bodies were covered.
The beautiful Lilan palace nun, dancing with the sword, is like the colorful glaze flying in the sky and the whirling cloud wisps, with such poignancy and determination.
Makes people stunned.
There is no distinction between superiority and inferiority on the battlefield, only life and death. This brutal battle finally ended after more than ten hours, with the loss of thousands of human monks and the death of the mid-level god general.
That spring rain never stopped.
The next day, night.
Although the monks sacrificed their lives during the battle, the grief after the war filled the entire camp. Some monks took wine, drank and sang in groups, some were alone and drunk, and talked nonsense. Some even drank all the wine in one gulp.
, but the second mouthful fell to the ground. I didn’t know where I learned the rules, flattened it with my feet, and drank the remaining wine in the pot with tears.
Xu Pei was seriously injured and fell into a coma when he was rescued, but the sword in his hand was held tightly and no one could loosen it. This man who was once selected by Lu Sancun like Xu Qingmu murmured something but could not
People could hear clearly. The dark vertical eyes on the head opened unconsciously, as if invisible spiritual energy was flowing in, and the huge scars on the body slowly healed.
Mo Shang looked at the oppressive silence in the Lin Mansion, wiping tears and standing at the place where he often waited for Xu Qingmu to come back. His eyes looked innocently into the distance, not knowing what to think.
"Dad, it's time to come back..." This chapter has been completed!