Volume Six, Suddenly, Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Fourth The Eve of the West Tomb (Part 2)
The Xiling Temple was about to surrender. It was unbelievable, and the whole Taoshan was shocked. There were cries and angry curses everywhere. However, Yu Lian said on behalf of the academy that the surrender was not allowed.
This was even more incredible, so Taoshan fell silent. The middle-aged Taoist frowned and looked at Yu Lian for a long time, and then asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "Why?"
From the perspective of the Xiling Temple, the academy has no reason not to accept its surrender, because the Taoist sect is still very powerful. The reason why the temple is willing to surrender is because the current real leader of the Taoist sect, who looks extremely tall in the light of thousands of feet.
The headmaster has no desire to fight anymore.
To be more precise, a few years ago in the back mountain of the academy, after Xiong Chumo was beaten to death by Yu Lian and severely injured, the vast light could no longer cover the small child in his divine robe. As the viewer left Taoshan
, Ye Hongyu jumped into the abyss. He could no longer suppress the fear in his heart. He didn't understand what was going on in this world, why Haotian gave up on Dao Sect, or why Dao Sect abandoned Haotian.
After a long period of psychological struggle, Xiong Chumo decided to surrender, just to survive, or the Academy and the Tang State could still give him enough status. Wasn't war always like this in the past? Jiang Hai and other important figures in the temple were
He persuades or suppresses, and the middle-aged Taoist will naturally not object.
Xiling Temple's decision to surrender must have gone through a very complicated process and even a bloody struggle. But if Yu Lian thought carefully for a while, she might be able to think clearly. The problem was that after listening to the middle-aged Taoist's words, she didn't even think about it.
Thinking about it, he expressed his refusal calmly and indifferently. Why?
Yu Lian did not answer the middle-aged Taoist's question because there was no need to answer.
The surrender of Xiling Temple will inevitably put forward some conditions. For example, Xiong Chumo must live, the middle-aged Taoist must live, Jiang Hai must live, He Mingchi must live, many people must live, and these conditions are her and those who are not present.
Ning Que would never accept it. Then, she would not allow him to surrender.
The morning breeze was blowing gently, the yellow skirt was swaying slightly, and the black ponytail was also swaying gently. Her hands were still behind her back. The middle-aged Taoist looked at the great master who looked like a girl and felt a little cold.
There is no surrender, but there is a battle. The battle between the academy and the Taoist sect that has lasted for thousands of years will finally determine the final winner. The eyes of countless people on the cliff are looking at the radiant giant chariot.
The figure of the leader of the chariot is as tall as it has been in the past few decades.
At this moment, he is the spiritual sustenance of tens of thousands of people in the Xiling Temple. There are still many powerful Taoists on the cliff. As long as the headmaster can resist Yu Lian, there is still hope for the temple.
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The outcome of this thousand-year war, no matter who wins or loses, will definitely be magnificent. This battle will definitely last for a long time, from early morning to dusk, which is normal.
The fourth senior brother placed the hourglass on the stone. He was accustomed to using calculations to arrange strategies. A stick of incense was lit in the Haotian Temple. Perhaps it was meaningless to worship the sky now, but it could still be used to calm the gods.
A bright red flower bloomed in the peach mountain. Under the spotlight, Ye Hongyu walked to the cliff and looked at the huge divine chariot in front of the temple. The bloody robe of the God of Judgment was swaying lightly in the wind.
She didn't need to say anything, everyone knew what she meant, and Taoshan was in an uproar.
She wants to fight Xiong Chumo.
The figure in the sacred chariot is as tall as a mountain and motionless.
**Hai stood in front of the chariot with an indifferent expression.
This great priest of the South China Sea is a master at the pinnacle of fate knowledge. He is qualified to fight Ye Hongyu.
Behind **Hai, there are more than ten strong men from South China Sea, including two who know their fate.
The strong men on the academy side include Yu Lian, Ye Hongyu, Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang.
The middle-aged Taoist glanced at Yu Lian and walked back to the giant chariot.
In terms of the quantity and quality of strong ones, Xiling Temple is not weaker, just less powerful.
Yu Lian understood what the middle-aged Taoist looked at her, but she didn't care. There was no unnecessary emotion on her young face. She didn't want to explain what true strength meant.
In her perception, Jun Mo is very strong, her junior brother is very strong, and Ye Hongyu is also very strong. Since she wants to fight this, let her fight. There will be no surprise in the outcome.
She even felt a little bored.
So she looked north again, as before, as if there was something there worthy of attention.
A cool morning breeze blew up and wrinkled her thin eyebrows.
Xiling Divine Kingdom is some distance away from the East China Sea, but the wind here often comes from the sea, usually from the east wind. The wind that blew gently in the morning light before was all from the east wind.
The wind blowing across my face at this time came from the far north.
Yu Lian's expression changed slightly, and her young face became a little pale for some reason.
She turned around and looked at the giant chariot in front of Haotian Temple.
Her black ponytail swayed, writing two black shadows on the gray sky.
The junior brothers and sisters saw that there was something wrong with her mood and were a little surprised.
Tang Xiaotang asked: "Teacher, what happened?"
Yu Lian said: "I want to leave."
When she said this, her expression was very calm and her voice did not tremble at all, but everyone could hear her anxiety and anger, with an unmistakable flavor.
The decisive battle is about to begin. As the most powerful senior sister in the academy, she has to leave?
What about the next battle?
The academy and the Tang Dynasty are about to achieve final victory, but they have no choice but to retreat?
Yu Lian's sudden decision was beyond everyone's expectation, but none of his classmates expressed any objection, because they had already guessed something and their expressions changed.
At this moment, a fierce look flashed across Yu Lian's childish face, and then she took a breath.
There was a strong wind on Yaping.
Her chest suddenly swelled, as if she was sucking all the air from the Peach Mountain into her body.
Her face suddenly turned pale without any blood, as if she had been severely injured. Her eyes suddenly brightened, but the corners of her eyes began to bleed, which looked extremely terrifying.
It wasn't the wind, it was the breath of heaven and earth from the entire Peach Mountain that kept pouring into her body with her breathing!
There is a strange phenomenon between heaven and earth. The green trees in Peach Mountain are swaying non-stop, throwing away the remaining snow.
Ye Hongyu turned around and looked at the cliff with a slightly stern expression, thinking that even if you were a twenty-three-year-old cicada with a body as solid as a rock, how could you absorb so much breath of heaven and earth in such a short period of time?
The breath of heaven and earth is still pouring into Yu Lian's body.
The conflict between a terrifying number of breaths shook the corners of her eyes and scattered her ponytail. The black hair spread out like a waterfall. Then it kept flying with the wind from the north.
The wind is calm and the hair is falling.
Only then did people see clearly that her black hair was growing longer!
However, no matter how long her black hair grew, it still hung between her knees as before.
Because she is growing taller!
The childish look on Yu Lian's face gradually faded.
However, her breath gradually rose until it was majestic.
In a few breaths, she transformed from a girl into a young girl.
Looking at this scene, the middle-aged Taoist's expression became serious. He had read the Book of Heaven and Shazi Scroll, and knew that many sects of practice in the world had secret methods. Taoism also had secret methods similar to burning life to gain great power, but he had never known any of them.
This secret method can make a person go through a long time!
If Ning Que were on the cliff, he would have seen the technique used by Yu Lian at a glance, because there were fragments of Liansheng's consciousness in his sea of consciousness, and because on the snow lake, he saw with his own eyes that Xia Hou had aged dozens of years in an instant.
This is the secret of the Demon Sect that is not passed down.
In an instant, Yu Lian lost ten years.
She turned that time, or life, into strength.
The good thing is that there are no white heads seen in the world.
She was originally a childish girl.
Ten years later, she became a woman with a gentle expression but a sharp eyebrow.
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Yu Lian stretched out his hand into the air.
Tang Xiaotang handed the iron rod into her hand.
She held both ends of the iron rod with her hands and rubbed it slowly. The sharpness slowly appeared again, and the cold light shone everywhere.
Another wind came from the north, as if urging something.
She does not borrow the east wind and disappears when the north wind rises.
From the cliff to the temple, there is a road paved with bluestones.
There were countless cracking sounds, and countless cracks appeared on the bluestone road.
Yu Lian has already arrived in front of the temple.
She came to the huge chariot.
There is a sea in front of the chariot.
This heir of light from the South China Sea lit up the blazing holy fire with his hands and patted her down with a solemn expression.
Yu Lian didn't even look at him, nor did she stop. She ran directly into the wall of fire - her speed was so fast that the space seemed to be deformed, and the burning Haotian divine light brought out two rays.
flame.
Like the wings of a firebird.
In fact, those are the cicada's wings, and that is her world.
There was darkness in front of the temple, and even the brilliance of the headmaster's chariot could not illuminate it, but at this moment it was illuminated by her.
There was a muffled sound.
It was like a meteorite falling from a high altitude, whizzing for more than a hundred days, and finally landed on the ground.
The earth will burst into pieces, let alone people.
The sea of ** directly shattered into countless flesh and blood, and then was purified into blue smoke by the divine radiance of Haotian.
After his death, the Haotian divine radiance sprayed from his palms still existed, and even burned his own body. This only shows that Yu Lian's speed has reached an unimaginable level.
The panic enveloped the cliff in front of the temple. The priest from the South China Sea wanted to shout. The pale Xiao Yu, whose legs were weak, was about to sit down, but nothing happened before he could.
Yu Lian entered the huge divine chariot, and the light suddenly swayed, as if it would go out at any time.
Xiong Chumo's angry roar rang out from the chariot. He had already prepared for this old opponent and did not dare to take it lightly. In an instant, he entered the realm of apocalypse!
The prevalence of Protestantism has most directly weakened Haotian in the human world. Although Haotian in the Kingdom of God has become much weaker, the power he gained through the Apocalypse is still so majestic!
The divine chariot roared again and again!
Then the divine chariot suddenly shattered!
The seventy-six curtains hanging on the side of the chariot dance with the wind and reach into the sky.
When the curtain falls, the smoke and dust also collect, revealing the true scene of the scene.
Yu Lian stood quietly, with blood overflowing from the corners of his lips.
Xiong Chumo stood opposite her, with no wounds visible on his body.
This was the first time for many priests of the Xiling Temple to see the true face of the headmaster. The skinny, short, ugly old Taoist surprised them, but what they wanted to know more now was the outcome of this battle.
Yu Lian turned around.
A clear knife edge appeared on Xiong Chumo's body, then a second, then a third...
The breath of death spewed out, his robe was shattered, and countless cuts appeared, some deep or shallow, and in the end they were so densely packed that they were countless, probably as many as ten thousand!
Xiong Chumo knelt down, covered in blood, but still not dead.
He looked at the figure of the woman who was walking away, clutching his chest in pain, feeling that his heart, which had been cut into petals by the knife, was breaking, and his eyes were full of despair and confusion.
"Why?"
Why are you so fast? Why can you cut out thirteen thousand and sixty-two swords in such a short time? Why don't you accept my surrender? Why do you choose to die together so decisively and forcefully, even if you also
Possibly seriously injured? Why are you so anxious?
Why was I still afraid in the end?
Why are you a twenty-three-year-old cicada?
Why do you still need me in this world?
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Yu Lian didn't know what Xiong Chumo was thinking as he knelt on the ground, and she didn't care what he was thinking.
Different from Xiong Chumo's idea, although Taoism and demons are incompatible, she has never regarded him as a lifelong enemy because she has always looked down on him. How can he deserve it?
She walked to the edge of the cliff, glanced at the middle-aged Taoist, and then jumped off.
At this time, the hourglass on the cliffside stone had just shed a few strands of fine sand.
The incense stick in the Haotian Temple has only just burned a very shallow layer.
Taoshan is quiet.
Dead silence.
No one spoke because they didn't know what to say.
There were no shouts of shock, because people were already numb with shock.
——Everyone thought that this war between the academy and the Taoist sect would last for a long time. However, what happened just now? People thought they were crazy, otherwise how could they see this battle happen in a blink of an eye?
End? How could such a thing happen in this world?
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The middle-aged Taoist looked at the edge of the cliff, where Yu Lian had jumped down, and remained silent.
He understood what she meant in that look.
She killed Xiong Chumo and then **Hai.
Now, Xiling Temple can be lowered.
Of course, there are still some people who will die as well.
Xiong Chumo is not dead yet.
"Maybe I should thank her for leaving you to me in the end."
Ye Hongyu looked at him covered in blood, then fell silent and did not say anything further.
She turned around and walked to the edge of the cliff, looking at the rising sun that finally jumped out of the clouds in the direction of the East China Sea, looking slightly confused.
The construction of Xiling Temple took countless years.
Its destruction only takes one morning.
Peach Mountain looked red and warm in the morning light, and even the remaining snow turned red.
The rising sun turns out to be like blood.
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