Chapter four hundred and eighty third against the sky
Lin Xifeng seemed to have remembered something and said: "There are indeed some real people among the group of ministers your Majesty captured today. If their collusion with the Qin family is not deep, your Majesty can treat them leniently and let them be accepted."
In the days to come, I will make meritorious deeds."
Zhao Dan frowned slightly, raised his hand and pointed to the north: "Junzi Lin, but the north can't hold on anymore?"
Lin Xifeng nodded, handed a jade slip to Zhao Dan's hand and said: "The War of One Hundred is over. The last batch of Mutiancheng monks plan to go south. Those who survived the Mutiancheng major cultivators will come to Rouge Country to defend the Jinling City defense line.
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Lin Yanli and Li Zhujiu raised their heads at the same time.
Lin Xifeng raised his hand and rubbed Lin Yanli's head, and said warmly: "Gu Xuanbei and Chen Momo are fine. The leaders of the Mu Tiancheng monks going south to the Rouge Kingdom this time are Li Kuai and Bai Qing."
Li Zhujiu breathed a sigh of relief.
Lin Yanli frowned slightly and said, "Bai Qing and Li Kuai are gone, how can we still defend Mutian City?"
Lin Xifeng sighed.
"Liu Guan, Xu Wunu is not planning to leave. Fellow Taoist Ye Meng from the Sanqing Sect plans to disband the Taoism in Mutian City. The eminent monk Pu Hui from the White Horse Temple is preparing to pass away. Except for Da Xiu who died in the Battle of Hundreds, the elders from Mutian City are
None of the monks plan to go south."
Lin Yanli shook her head. She knew a lot of old monks, and most of them had weird personalities. But once you get to know them, those old monks will treat you as a relative, and they will ask you to greet you and often tell you about the absurdities of your youth.
past.
Now these old monks are not planning to go south, and they are inevitably disappointed.
Li Zhujiu lowered his head and rubbed his red eyes without letting the tears fall.
Lin Xifeng raised his hand and rubbed Li Zhujiu's head again, "Guanhai Academy has made many arrangements. The day when you return to your hometown will not be too far away."
Li Zhujiu glanced at Lin Yanli, who gave her a reassuring smile.
When she enters the realm of major cultivation, it will be the time when the monks from Mutian City return home.
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In Mutian City, the white snow rustles like goose feathers.
Lin Qingxuan sat in the corner of the city, watching the goose feathers in the sky fall on his palm, and smiled at Kong Gu, who was suspended in the air in the distance: "This year seems to be colder than before. How many more months can the wilderness last?"
Kong Gu stood with his hands behind his hands, letting the snowflakes fall on his shoulders. He raised his head and glanced at the sky. The ray of disaster in the wilderness had spread to the outside of Mutian City.
The sky between the two places is bounded by Mutian City. One side is full of vitality, and the other side is lifeless. The death energy is devouring life crazily, and there is a strange purple color at the intersection.
Kong Gu sighed and said: "God's will is so, why do you bother to block God's will?"
Lin Qingxuan stood up slowly, walked to the top of the city, looked at the Qianli Battalion under the city, and said lightly: "Go against the will of heaven!"
There are only a few people on the top of the city. On this city that is thousands of miles long, the monks who stand upright are all gloomy and gray-haired. What's more, they can only rely on the city wall to force themselves to hold up the pure mouth in their Dantian.
True Yuan.
Most of these people are old monks from Mutian City and have lived in this world for thousands of years.
"Why don't the boys of the Xu family go south to Rouge Country with the young people? Do they have to die in Mutian City with us old guys?"
An old swordsman was sitting on the female wall and said to a middle-aged man next to him.
The middle-aged man only had one eye and a scar on his face from his forehead to his chin, which looked very ferocious. He chuckled and said: "I have always been worried about my family being bullied in the Antarctic Reef State. The old lady wrote to me a few days ago.
The letter said that my Xu Mu was admitted to Guanhai Academy, hey, this girl, I didn’t realize that she was a good student after hiding it, so I didn’t worry anymore.”
"My Xu Mu is currently a student at Guanhai Academy, and may be the academy's wife in the future. If you think about it boldly, you might have the chance to become a lady in the future."
The old swordsman said enviously: "Both girls in your family are promising, but they envy me, an old widower."
Xu Wunu patted the city wall and said, "Senior has gone to Jiuyou and will meet my wife."
"You kid are expecting me to die!"
"Senior, it's better to take it easy. Don't let those beasts scatter the soul, otherwise Jiuyou won't be able to go!"
The old sword cultivator looked up at the sky, looking at Yan Zi at the junction of the two worlds, and couldn't help but sigh: "The time is coming soon, when the time comes, follow me and draw the sword with all your strength!"
Xu Wunu raised his head slightly. Outside Mutian City, high in the sky, ten thrones of different sizes were lined up.
The woman at the head was sitting lazily on the throne, wearing a light blue silk robe swaying in the wind, her eyes closed, and there was a heart-stopping power surrounding her.
She was still playing with the green jade hairpin nonchalantly, looking down on all living beings like a god.
To her right stood a young girl, wearing a pink embroidered peony dress, with black hair like clouds and a beautiful face.
Xu Wunu rubbed his hands and said: "The real name of the person who is number one on the throne is not recorded on the Baize Sou Mountain map. Since he is sitting in the number one position, he must be much stronger than the other nine. Senior, he will be there later.
Are you interested in asking the number one on the throne about swordsmanship?"
The old swordsman glanced at the woman in the green skirt, slowly pulled out the long sword from the scabbard, and said with a hearty smile: "She has never done anything since she appeared. I am also very interested in her. I wonder if she is
Sword repair."
Xu Wunu shook his head and said: "Look at the green jade hairpin she is playing with. It has a lot of spiritual energy. It should be a spiritual treasure she often uses. I think she should be a major practitioner of magic."
"The technique has been overhauled!" The old swordsman sighed and looked up at the old man Corolla on the turret. "If she does it, I don't know if Liu Guan can take the next step."
As a horn sound came from the Dahuang camp, Gui Che, who was sitting on the seventh throne, stood up first, and a huge mountain rose from the ground, standing at the top of the sky with his throne.
He took out a gray flag from his sleeve, stuck it on the top of the mountain, raised his finger and rushed towards Mutian City.
"All living beings are suffering, and we can only overcome it by ourselves. All of you will show your magical powers and follow the path of heaven!"
Gui Che gave an order, and the ferocious beasts that roamed the thousands-mile camp came to Mutian City like a tide.
The immortals at the top of the city all showed their magical powers, and their momentum was not inferior to others.
Kong Gu stepped to the top of Mutian City, took a wine pot, and sat in front of Lin Qingxuan.
"Drunken Painting Immortal, this is what the Sword Immortal in your city brought to me. Not everyone in the huge Mutian City is as pedantic as you, but they are also people who are aware of current affairs."
Lin Qingxuan was not angry. He took out two wine cups from his storage bag and threw one of them in front of Kong Gu.
"Everyone has his own ambitions. He has his own way to the blue sky, and I have the right sword in my heart. There is nothing wrong with it. The fault lies in the way of heaven!"
Konggu poured the wine, and the two of them sat at the corner of the city with peace of mind. No matter how dark the sky was with the fighting outside the city, and the smoke billowing from all sides, only a cup of strong wine could relieve their eternal sorrow.
When they reach this state, everything in the world can be seen clearly.
Lin Qingxuan threw the wine cup in his hand, and a city wall composed of sword energy appeared out of thin air.
Then, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed and he slashed with all his strength.
The destiny of heaven that originally merged and merged instantly melted at this moment, and a golden light separated the destiny of the two realms, preventing the tribulation energy of the wilderness from moving forward even half an inch.
The faces of the several transformed demons who were close to each other in the sky showed different fears. The ghost car sat on the mountain and shouted loudly: "Lin Qingxuan, you must go against the will of heaven!"
Lin Qingxuan sneered, "Dahuang will have to wait another three months!"
After saying that, he followed Kong Gu and walked away on the wind.
On this day, Lin Qingxuan, who had been sitting on top of the city for thousands of years, stepped out of Mutian City.
On this day, Kong Gu, who was working hard for the transportation of wild gas, used Lin Qingxuan to slash open the sky with his sword.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, these two great cultivators, who had lived for thousands of years, ascended to the sky and disappeared into the vast clouds and mist...