Chapter 506: Yingying Yanyan, leaving no regrets [Daily]
The sky is clear, cloudless, the sun is shining, and the sky is blue.
Each egret spread its wings to its fullest, fluttering in the white clouds and blue sky, showing off its graceful figure.
Either in the shape of an umbrella or in a long formation, it really makes people laugh.
The breeze blew up, picking up strands of dandelion velvet on the grass, causing them to fly in all directions.
now.
Ye Zhuyin was standing on the stone pavilion, watching this scene and relieving the depression in his heart.
She narrowed her eyes, looking sad, and her pretty face was full of sadness.
But even so, she looks really good-looking.
Due to Shang Yaoqin's intention, Ye Zhuyin, who had become a saint of Yin Dao, was unable to go to the front line of the two clans even if he wanted to go to war.
Because the only person Dameng Tianming Shang Yaoqin cares about is Ye Zhuyin.
Perhaps, in Shang Yaoqin's eyes, the entire human race may not be as important as Ye Zhuyin.
So how could Shang Yaoqin let Ye Zhuyin take risks?
But now, the news of Xuanguang Bridge's enlightenment has already spread throughout the world.
Even ordinary people of the human race know that the current situation of the human race is very dangerous.
And it just so happened that Shang Yaoqin was the destiny of the human race, so she would inevitably collide fiercely with the Xuanguang Bridge. Ye Zhuyin seemed to have seen the scene where Shang Yaoqin was shattered to pieces!
"Oh, how on earth does this 'World-Eating Demon Lord' Xuan Guangqiao avoid [Mutual Exclusion of Dao Marks]? It's hard to understand." Ye Zhuyin couldn't help but cover his face and sighed, feeling helpless.
Shang Yaoqin regards her as the most important person, so why doesn't she?
suddenly.
Ye Zhuyin's ears twitched slightly, and he looked to the southeast in confusion.
In a thatched house in a bamboo forest in the southeast, there was a little baby crying non-stop.
It's a good thing for a baby to cry, but she was really capable of crying.
You have to be careful in everything you do. If you continue to let the baby cry, you are afraid that she will faint from crying and hurt her body.
"Be good, be good, nanny, let's not cry, don't cry anymore~"
"Ah, ah ah ah..."
"Shh, if you cry again, be careful Xuanguang Bridge is coming to eat you."
next moment.
Something magical happened.
I saw that the little baby became extremely quiet at an extremely fast speed. She stopped crying and just kept pushing her head towards her mother's arms.
Stop crying, kid!
Xuan Guangqiao's evil reputation has spread far and wide among the human race. It can be imagined how heavy pressure he has brought to the human race~
"Xuanguang Bridge..."
"No, no, I can't convey my uneasiness to Yao Qin, and I can't cause trouble to Yao Qin."
"Ye Zhuyin, you have to cheer up~"
Ye Zhuyin encouraged himself secretly, then took a deep breath, patted his fair face, and cheered up.
It's just that no matter how much she cheers up, it's difficult for her to adjust her emotions quickly.
Xuanguang Bridge is so scary!
The more advanced a practitioner is, the more he will understand what the "Xuanguang Bridge" represents.
"If Yao Qin or A Yuan see me like this, I'm afraid they will worry about me in turn, right?"
For some reason, thinking of Hong Yuan, the corners of Ye Zhuyin's mouth slightly raised, and a smile appeared unconsciously.
This smile is like a garden full of spring flowers blooming, people are more delicate than flowers, extremely bright.
Gradually, Ye Zhuyin finally cheered up.
Then, she turned around and left, returning to Miaoyin Pavilion.
Since both Hong Yuan and Shang Yaoqin want to fight against the demon clan, she should handle all the logistics for them!
…
There are vast rivers and numerous islands.
Among the most extensive island groups, there is a sect that looks like a sycamore tree.
The stream surrounding this sect is like a phoenix.
This is Fengxi Sect.
Daxuan Dynasty, Tongtian River, Fengxi Sect!
A line of red light appeared on the surface of the river, and then, a series of divine rainbows passed by, setting off boundless waves, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.
These saints who incarnate as divine rainbows are none other than Fengxi Sect’s General Bai Xiangxuan, Thunder Formation Martial Saint and... Fengxi Hongyuan!
However, now they are all in a heavy mood, and all of them have tense faces.
Because Fengxi Great Saint Fu Yanjiang died in battle!
The Fengxi Sect is leaderless, and Hong Yuan, who happens to be recognized by Fu Yanjiang as the next generation of Fengxi Great Sage, and who has inherited the Fengxi Divine Sword, is too weak, and is only in the realm of a sixth-level disaster.
With such a level of cultivation, how can one become the leader of the Fengxi Sect, and how can one support the Fengxi Sect with one single effort?
You must know that Fengxi Sect has been inherited for thousands of years. The internal forces of the sect are complex and cumbersome. Without the strength of a great saint, it is impossible to command the heroes!
After all, the forces below the Human Celestial Palace and the Great Emperor Daoism belong to forces such as Fengxi Sect and Qinglu Taoist Temple.
"You'd better know each other better, otherwise, I don't mind letting the Fengxi Divine Sword be stained with the blood of the same clan!"
Hong Yuan thought to himself.
His body only has a sixth-level cultivation level, but without an eighth-level cultivation level, there is no way to capture him.
Not to mention, if pressed, he can summon super power!
Hong Yuan glanced to the left as if he didn't mind.
On the far left, three saints from Tianji Pavilion gathered together, looking covetously at Hong Yuan's figure from time to time.
Tianji Pavilion, the most mysterious palace gate of Fengxi Sect, involves the path of wisdom, luck and soul.
This temple has very few disciples, so it can be said that they are the elite among the elite.
…
"boom!"
The sound of breaking through the sky shook.
One by one, the saints concealed their bodies, entered the Fengxi Sect, and returned to their respective places of practice.
Originally, saints were not mortals. After all, there was nothing in the world worth cherishing for them.
But things are different now. Against the backdrop of the resumption of war between the human race and the monster race, the saints have all accepted their respective halls, and they are no longer the same as the dragons.
Royal Beast Peak.
Qingyue Lecture Hall.
At this moment, Mo Yue'er, who was wearing the robes of an elder and had a serious face, was talking about how to cultivate ferocious beasts like bees and insects.
"Many people dream of reaching the sky in one step and quickly reaching the point where the slave array merges."
"Haha, this is wrong!"
"The way to be a slave lies not only in 'slaving', but also in 'raising' and 'refining'!"
"Slave, I want you to be a slave. Since ancient times, slave souls have been inseparable. In this aspect, a certain degree of soul cultivation is involved."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "For example, those who control a pack of wolves need to shape their soul into a werewolf soul. Those who control a pack of snakes need to shape their soul into a snake soul."
"..."
Mo Yue'er held a black iron ruler in her hand, and at her feet stood a terrifying fire-feathered beast.
She stood on the high platform, her voice was as cold as frost.
Even if her skin is as white as snow, her face is stunning, and her beauty is breathtaking, these practicing disciples and true disciples cannot be distracted.
Because once you are distracted, the next moment, the black iron ruler and fire feathers will fly out from nowhere, which is enough to make you remember it deeply and make you cry out in pain.
"Yue'er has grown up."
I don't know when, Feng Xi Hongyuan stood at the back of the lecture hall, staring at Mo Yue'er dotingly.
His relationship with Mo Yue'er was that of uncle and niece.
But in fact, it was Hong Yuan who single-handedly rescued and raised Mo Yue'er. Although they were not father and daughter, they still had a father-daughter relationship.
Now, seeing Mo Yue'er's high-spirited spirit, Hong Yuan couldn't help but feel very pleased.
As for whether Mo Yue'er has any future, Hong Yuan actually doesn't care much.
As long as he lives, he will not let Mo Yue'er be wronged!
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Noon has arrived and the bell is ringing.
The group of practicing disciples from the Spiritual Beast Hall heard the sound of the bell. After Mo Yue'er left, they all fell down on the Taoist mat in an extremely inelegant manner, looking like they were exhausted.
They knew that Master Mo was doing it for their own good, so that they could lay a more solid foundation for their practice.
But listening to Master Mo's lectures was really a frightening test that people didn't dare to take lightly.
Because the black iron ruler and the fire feathers are so powerful, and it is said that they were polished by the person on Honghuo Peak!
How can this group of practicing disciples not tighten their heartstrings?
On a corridor passage.
Hong Yuan stood here quietly, quietly releasing a trace of his own energy.
The next moment, the fire-feathered beast that looked like a huge fire moa suddenly raised its head and made a roaring sound from its mouth.
"What's wrong Huo Yu?"
Mo Yue'er looked sideways in confusion and looked in the direction indicated by Huo Yu.
She immediately saw Hong Yuan looking at her with a smile.
At this moment, Hong Yuan was wearing a mysterious black Taoist robe, standing with one hand on his back, tall and straight, with piercing eyes, and a sense of calmness that made the world turn upside down, but I stood still.
"Uncle..." Mo Yue'er was so surprised that she jumped directly into Hong Yuan's arms like a baby swallow returning to its nest, and hugged Hong Yuan with both hands.
"Yue'er, you are already a big girl, you have to pay attention to the influence." Hong Yuan said with a smile.
The breeze blew up, and waves of refreshing fragrance hit Hong Yuan's nose as Mo Yue'er's black hair drifted.
"Yeah, yeah, I understand." She said this, but she hugged Hong Yuan even tighter and refused to let go.
She was scared.
She was afraid that Hong Yuan would be killed on the front line between the two races!
She was afraid that she would never see Hong Yuan again!
"It's okay, it's okay." Hong Yuan felt the fear in Mo Yue'er's heart and stroked Mo Yue'er's black hair very gently.
…
After a while.
After coaxing Mo Yue'er, Hong Yuan took her and the fire-feathered beast back to Rainbow Fire Peak.
The alchemy room at Honghuo Peak.
Lin Yiru was using alchemy techniques, manipulating all kinds of strange fires, and refining an elixir named "Fire Phoenix Pill".
"I don't believe it anymore. I still can't refine the Fire Phoenix Pill needed to feed the Phoenix Divine Instrument!"
Lin Yiru gritted his teeth and said.
Today, her hair is disheveled, her clothes are scorched black here, and there is foam there.
With such an image, does she still have the grace and dignity of the past?
If it weren't for that extremely beautiful face, she would be just like a crazy woman.
"The Fire Phoenix Pill that Feng Shen Qin needs~" Hong Yuan looked at Lin Yiru silently in secret, with loving eyes.
Sacred weapons are like cultivating gu, which should be cultivated, used and refined.
Every time the sacred vessel is used, various substances need to be replenished in time.
This is also a major reason why it is difficult to use imperial weapons.
But actually...
Feng Shen Qin has been trained by Hong Yuan for a long time and is no longer limited to needing Fire Phoenix Pill.
After all, he is the [Esophagus Master], so solving such matters is easy.
But this was Lin Yiru's good intention, and to some extent it would make her foundation in the fire path more solid, so Hong Yuan would be left to her. After all, it would also help Lin Yiru's practice.
This life is very long, but also very short...
Even the Great Emperor only has ten thousand years.
Hongyuan can totally afford it!
…
…
Three days later.
Southern Xinjiang Shenzhou.
Ji Clan, Butterfly Garden.
In a bright hall, Butterfly Sword Martial Saint and Hongyuan Sword Body 'Bo Qing' gathered here, looking at the incense altar above.
[My disciple Hua Menghuang...]
What is enshrined in this incense altar is a broken and barely mended water dragon, fire and phoenix peace talisman.
This peace talisman was returned to Butterfly Sword Martial Saint and 'Bo Qing' by Shang Yaoqin after the struggle for destiny.
And behind the incense altar, there is a portrait, which is exactly what Hua Menghuang looked like in high spirits.
In the portrait, Hua Menghuang is wearing a white warrior's attire and holding a snow-white cold sword in his hand. He is as graceful as a fairy on the bright moon.
Hong Yuan stared at the portrait, as if Hua Menghuang had not left.
In the prelude to the flood, there are three levels of meaning regarding the complete death of a person.
The first level refers to the absence of heartbeat and breathing, which is physical death.
The second level refers to the death of people's social relationships, that is, "the death of a person leads to ruin".
The third level refers to the time when no one in the world still remembers it, which is complete death.
Nowadays, the person who is still thinking about Hua Menghuang is the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint Ji Limin.
As for Hong Yuan?
To be honest, Hong Yuan had already completely forgotten about Hua Menghuang.
Because from the very beginning, Hua Menghuang’s position for him was just a tool apprentice who helped him obtain the [Dream Dao Master]!
For such tool men, he also prepared Shang Yaoqin and Ye Zhuyin.
That is to say, when Hua Menghuang almost caused his expenses to be out of proportion to his gains, he became very interested in Hua Menghuang.
"Menghuang, did you know that we failed in our crusade against the demon clan?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The Demon Clan's Destiny Xuanguang Bridge actually created a miracle, and became a Taoist, known as the World-Eating Demon Lord, within only twenty or thirty years after becoming a saint!"
"It would be great if you became Dameng Destiny. If it were you, you would definitely be able to kill Xuanguang Bridge. I think Shang Yaoqin is very hanging."
"You don't know. I heard from the seniors in Tiangong that Shang Yaoqin has changed very quickly now. He is like a tyrant. He doesn't have your humility at all."
"..."
After the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint put in three sticks of incense, he described the current situation to Hua Menghuang's incense altar with a smile on his face.
And she was still imagining what would happen if Hua Menghuang was the final winner in the struggle for the destiny of the human race.
Although the relationship between Hong Yuan and Mo Yuer is not that of father and daughter, it is better than that of father and daughter.
Then the relationship between Butterfly Sword Martial Saint and Hua Menghuang is not mother and daughter, but it is better than mother and daughter!
Seeing this, Hong Yuan didn't say much.
He just stood quietly on one side, silently accompanying the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint.
at last.
Butterfly Sword Martial Saint stopped talking, she turned around and approached Hong Yuan, wrapped her hands around Hong Yuan's neck, and breathed out like a blue.
She said:
"Qinglang, let's choose a day to get married, spread our wings, and create a kendo family."
"I think Huang'er will be happy for us when she sees her in the Gate of Life and Death. She has always wanted to lay the foundation of martial arts for our children..."
At the end of the sentence, Butterfly Sword Martial Saint's tone was a little low.
"Yes!" Hong Yuan agreed in a deep voice.
He grabbed the slender waist of Butterfly Sword Martial Saint, causing Butterfly Sword Martial Saint to let out a sweet cry.
The journey of this life is very slow, but also very fast.
In this case, there is no need to worry too much.
"If there are flowers that can be broken, you must break them off; don't wait until there are no flowers and branches."
Just leave no regrets on both sides!
Otherwise, if the scenery along the way is full of regrets, then what is the meaning of his pursuit of eternal life?
To act in a righteous way, one must be steady and steady, step by step, and be quiet and achieve success with one hit.
He Hongyuan was determined not to be a coward, but to be submissive.
"Woooo..."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The candlelight flickered, and the sound rose and fell, just like the singing of an oriole...