The street suddenly became quiet. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the funeral procession in awe. To be precise, they looked at the cart pulled by two black cows in front of them. On the cart was an altar.
In the center of the altar, a man wearing a white robe and a green-faced fang mask was dancing with a wooden sword. His dance was strange, a bit like a mortal dancing god, but this strange movement made by him added to the mystery and ancientness.
Like some kind of solemn ceremony.
As the ox cart passed by the door of the inn, Zhan Changfeng heard him chanting words. The unique rhyme was like the chanting of the other shore. When she felt it carefully, she felt that the soul of the earth was being pulled. She was suppressing it, and her spiritual consciousness began to respond.
The eyes cast by the ghost-faced man were gone as soon as they were touched. The ox cart drove slowly by, followed by nine divine horses with dragon and horse bodies pulling a dark bronze coffin.
This mysterious and gorgeous bronze coffin attracted everyone's attention. After looking at it for a long time, they felt dizzy. They couldn't help but be horrified and guessed who was inside.
It is a very high honor to get the Guifang clan degree. Which family is so lucky?
Zhan Changfeng was pulled by the big fat doll. Just when she lowered her head and wanted to ask her what she was doing, her heart palpitated, and the overwhelming sword power came over her. She picked up the big fat doll and teleported several miles and landed on the ridge of a tall building. At that moment,
A ray of sword light fell from the sky, seemingly breaking the city in half. A bottomless crack ran across the center of the city, and half of the inn was gone!
The black cow's hoof stopped in front of the crack, its eyes gradually turned red, irritable and cold.
The ghost-faced man looked into the air. He saw a young man holding a sword. His face was upright, like an unsheathed sword.
"Anyone who blocks the road to hell will die." The ghost-faced man's empty voice seemed to come out through a heavy fog.
"What kind of hell are you going to do? Isn't it good to be alive?" The man stood up solemnly, "The Nine Extremes belong to one sect, Yanweishan. I've heard that Senior Guifang has great swordsmanship, so I came here to ask for advice!"
The sudden change stunned everyone. Before they could figure out what was going on, they were shocked by him again.
"Why are the disciples of the Shang Sect here?"
"Has the Guifang Clan offended the Holy Land?"
"It's actually Yan Weishan. He is a genius of the Sword Sect and is famous for being good at sword fighting."
"Young people are so ignorant that they come to challenge life and death."
"Oh my god, is he holding a divine sword in his hand?!"
Zhan Changfeng's heart was even more shocked. The familiar sword power he had only seen once was used by the man who destroyed the Good Medicine Mountain back then!
One of the two sages who established Zangyunjian, Zhetian Sword Master, is a quasi-sage of the Jiuji Guiyi Sect. Did he destroy the seal by himself, or was it suppressed by the Jiuji Guiyi Sect's subordinates?
The deadline is up, are you going to unblock it on purpose?
How much of the situation in Zangyunjian is driven by the Jiuji Guiyi Sect.
Zhan Changfeng's thoughts surged. She had been busy preventing the suppression from being broken. The princes were busy looking for the Wheel of Luck. There was also a force secretly using the Wheel of Luck to find a place for suppression. However, she ignored that if all of this was just a certain person.
What about chasing and competing on a chessboard?
Who is making the move, who is the chess piece, and what kind of outcome do they want?
She felt a little cold in her heart. Whether it was the princes of the Jiuji Guiyi Sect or the secret forces, it seemed that untying the suppression had become the general trend. This meant that sooner or later, her arrangement in China would completely collapse, and her destiny would also be destroyed.
Divide.
Yan Weishan held a magic sword called Jing Salamander and fought with the Ghost-faced Man until the sky and the earth changed color. The air seemed to be filled with tight strings, and there was a violent storm at every turn.
But the big fat baby felt that the aura around him was more dangerous, like thunder and dragons roaring, and the world was also filled with murderous intent.
She looked up at the chin as cold as jade, and found that she was smiling, indifferently and dignified, "Zhan."
It was the first time that the big fat baby called her name so worriedly. Her voice was soft and had a hint of indescribable coolness, "I thought I could just be myself, but it turns out that I couldn't help myself at all, and my indifference seemed a bit ridiculous.
"
She didn't want the power of China, she didn't want to occupy the elders' meeting, and even when she saw that Hua Jianci intended to promote her to a high position in Yang Jiecheng, she resigned the next day. She was like a simple and stubborn child, focusing on her own plans.
territory, but don’t think that others can destroy it at will.
Whether to grow with the ideal, or to fulfill the ideal after growing up, this multiple-choice question was so clearly placed in front of her.
Ghost-faced man out of thin air
Drawing out a soul sword, "Hunxi, let's go!"
The majestic soul power made Zhan Changfeng watch the battle between the two men again. The power of Yan Weishan's divine sword collapsed under the soul attack. He was knocked out, smashed through several house walls and became silent.
The ghost-faced man reached out with his hands and grabbed the dying Yan Weishan, as if he would tear him apart from the sacrificial flag in the next breath.
"Senior Guifang, please be merciful." A man wielding a sword suddenly arrived. She looked like a girl, with a slim waist as straight as a sword, and a rather cold expression. She said mercilessly, but did not even look at Yan Weishan, "Sword Master Chu Yunduan, please
Senior Guifang, please spare his life."
"Normally, I don't care when asking for advice, but today, he ruined my road to hell. I only have to sacrifice blood to atone for my sins." The ghost-faced man Kong Mang couldn't hear the joy and anger in his voice, which had the power to hit his heart.
Chu Yunduan's whole body was surrounded by sword energy, which invisibly resolved his difficulties. He lowered his eyes and untied the sword belt on his body, offered the thing on his back, "Exchange it with this sword."
There was a cold light in the eyes of the ghost-faced man, and the tightly wrapped object fell into his hand. He opened a corner and the vast divine power made him breathless. "The Holy Sword of Huangquan is the property of our sect. I hope you can help me find it."
, let’s end this matter, go away, don’t delay my extradition.”
Chu Yunduan caught Yan Weishan who was thrown, said "goodbye", and disappeared with his sword instantly like a Tathagata.
When Zhan Changfeng saw the action of the ghost-faced man summoning the soul sword, he thought of Nv Ying. The two methods were very similar.
Is the Guifang Clan related to the Huangquan Sect?
The mournful music sounded again, and a foggy bridge appeared on the huge crack cut by the sword. The two black cows snorted a few times, pulling the altar and stepping onto the bridge steadily. The nine-headed dragon and horse dragged the bronze coffin, and followed slowly.
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The team gradually disappeared at the other end of the long street.
Zhan Changfeng's heart suddenly moved, and he felt that he had lost something. He subconsciously chased the funeral procession, but he could not see any trace of it after chasing it for more than ten miles, as if it had never existed.
Zhan Changfeng looked for where it came from, heading west and west again, only to be blocked by heavy fog.
She walked into the dense mist. A moment was long and a day was short. The measurement of time seemed to have lost its meaning, as if she had stepped into eternity.
She searched all over the fog but could not find West Wind City. She only saw a stone tablet with a message: West Wind.
"There is a wind coming from the west, and the mist does not know where to go. There is a wind coming from the west, but there is nothing you can do about it."
There was a figure standing in the fog, almost like a phantom.
Zhan Changfeng said calmly, "Did you give me the Nine Transformation Rebirth Art?"
"Yes." The man said slowly, "It's a pity that you have the karma of the world. I wanted to cut it off for you, but I couldn't. I can only wait until you die before joining our sect."
She was three years old when she was killed by Yanshu. How big could the cause and effect be?
Contacting Chang Xu Taoist Protector Jiuji Guiyi Sect can only explain that she has a huge cause and effect with Jiuji Guiyi Sect.
And this Huangquan Sect is actually the Earth Soul Sect. Only the dead can enter. That female hero
Zhan Changfeng pulled back his thoughts, staring at Zifu with his eyes of nothingness, his voice trembled with rare depression, "I don't care who you are, what your Dao veins want to do, I just want to know what you took away from me.
What!"
"Me?" the man said, "I just took away your destination."
Zhan Changfeng couldn't restrain himself and slashed out with his sword, and the magnificent sword energy tore through the fog, "Wretched!"
Inside that bronze coffin is Yi Changsheng!
I've revised this chapter several times, but I don't know if I've written it clearly yet.