Chapter 1128

Yuntianhe and his party returned to Qionghua with Chu Hanjing. They couldn't go back for a day. Qionghua peak, a good divine sword, was surrounded by a group of monks, but the right way of Kunlun was coming to attack the magic world. Among these friars, there is no lack of immortal high merit. Now Qionghua is a young disciple. How can he stop it? So the visitor went straight to the cloud platform. Fortunately, the demon world has the protection of the congenital candle dragon array. These right paths have no plan to enter except the demon people. Now they are in Qionghua residence.

"Why do you and other Qionghua disciples cover up demons?"

"In the past, the sword Qi rushed into the sky here, but who in your sect made great progress?"

"Who laid those two corridors?"

The monks gathered around Qionghua's disciples and pressed questions politely, which scared several young children to tears.

Four rainbow lights suddenly came from the horizon, forcing people's heart and sword to swing against the floating clouds. In the boundless Kunlun, the haze and fog dispersed for a time, and the sunset in the evening fell on the continuous snow peaks, reflecting a school of brilliant Jinhong. The Taoist priest's shavings are not good-looking. They are all ready. When the rainbow fell to the ground, five people appeared.

The leading white Sword Fairy was very handsome. His eyes opened and swept around. Everyone's eyes were attracted to him. For a moment, he couldn't live without his body, as if he was the center of heaven and earth, not Zhou Tianzhu.

"But Yuntian riverway friend!" the leader of Langfeng sect, immortal Xu Chen, who spoke, was an old acquaintance with yuntianhe. At this time, he was also secretly amazed by the majesty of the white Sword Fairy.

Yuntianhe knew he was not sociable, so he just nodded.

Murong Ziying stepped forward two steps. Unconsciously, the people looked at him again. They saw that he was wearing a Qionghua leader's robe and carrying a sword box. Although he was young, he was full of God, jade and great Qi. It seemed that he was also a successful person. The great master was a first-class person, so they didn't dare to despise him.

"Why do you occupy my Qionghua residence for no reason, but no one deceives Qionghua?"

"Qionghua is an authentic Kunlun sect. Our eight sects share the same spirit and have the same friendship with each other. We always respect and care. Is it true that no one in your sect is bullied? However, I dare ask you, why are demon stars hanging high here? Demons came and went here not long ago. You may give me a statement?" the speaker is an elder of Kunlun sect.

Murong Ziying's face was cold and solemn. "The Qionghua of Kunlun no longer exists in the past. Now there is only the Qionghua peak of the divine sword gate. This place is owned by our divine sword gate, and the star on that day is also one of the residences of our divine sword gate, but it doesn't bother you to explore."

As soon as he said this, the practitioners were in an uproar.

Yun Tianhe said with a simple smile at this time, "it's ok if you come. I had planned to finish xuanxiao's business in a few days and then go to you."

"Why did you say that?"

"I think there are too many Kunlun eight sects."

"How much is appropriate?" Qun Xiu was frightened by this man's Kendo spirit and dared not contradict for a moment.

The white Sword Fairy put up a finger, "it's enough to have a divine sword gate in Kunlun."

Han Lingsha doesn't care about the noise of the monks. Luo Kuai quietly asks Yun Tianhe, "what do you think?"

Yun Tianhe scratched his head. "I've missed what my father said. If I want to do a big thing, I have to have many helpers. The eight Kunlun sects can be my helpers."

"Are you going to force them to join the sword gate?"

"No, I want to teach them the divine sword gate."

Han Lingsha was stunned and immediately laughed, "I see. Tianhe, you've become smart."

The divine sword sect has never been a sect. The divine sword sect is an idea and inheritance. So yuntianhe can teach the divine sword sect to others.

Those who receive my divine sword should enter this door.

The sunset in Kunlun is getting brighter and brighter. When the sun sets, the night shrouds the world, and there is a second round of sun rising in the boundless mountains. The stretched, hazy and clear sword rainbow seems to be the morning glow.

According to later records, the master of the divine sword sect picked seven Kunlun sects and lost all the immortals overnight with a single sword.

If the spiritual world has history, then before and after the sun rises on this day, there are two times separated by a man like the sun.

There is no one enemy under yuntianhe sword. Kunlun practitioners do not want to admit that there are such amazing swordsmanship and such invincible people in the world.

"Impossible! How could there be such a sword technique in the world?!" the leader of Tianyong city fell to the ground with his sword wound on his waist and abdomen covered. He was devastated. Surrounded by wailing Tianyong City disciples, the air was very cold in Kunlun before sunrise.

The white Sword Fairy opposite has a bright smile, "do you want to learn? I'll teach you."

"You... Our Tianyong city is authentic in the heaven and will never change the court! If you want to kill, why bully with words!"

The man shook his head. "I didn't ask you to change anything. I'm here to teach things. I'm afraid you won't agree. Let's fight first. You know my strength now. Are you always willing to learn?" he said, throwing out three brand-new books from his arms. "Here, study hard. I'll see you again in a few months."

"You! Don't go! Fight to the death!" the leader vomited blood and fainted.

The sword rainbow in the sky has disappeared. Yuntianhe returns to Qionghua and smiles at his companions, "the last one has been there."

Murong Ziying nodded, "in that case, at noon today, let's bring martial uncle xuanxiao out of the forbidden area. It's time to draw an end to that war."

Qionghua disciple and the demon world dream tapir family gathered at the rolling cloud platform after learning the news.

Xuanxiao may not have thought that his ending would be like this.

Shuikong sword master cut off his connection with Xihe sword, which dissipated his years of hard work and melted away the hot yang in his body. He looked at the people and demons with different expressions under the stage and burst out a desolate laugh.

"I, Qionghua, have worked hard for three generations and hope to soar. I am now dead in the hands of your Murong children! Younger disciples don't want to revenge, but associate with demon thieves! The ancestors of all dynasties have spirit in heaven! We should cry!"

His hair turned white in an instant. People also become very old.

A disciple opened the judgment book and read aloud: "Xuanxiao, a former disciple of Qionghua, was the leader of Xihe sword and one of the culprits in the Demon World War. He was deceived by Taiqing immortal, the leader of the 24th generation, and went through 19 years of xuanbing prison, so his crime was reduced. Now, the disciples of Qionghua and the demons in the magic world witnessed, and this is the judgment to abolish his cultivation and Xie Xihe sword. He shall not serve as the leader of Qionghua peak and step out of Qingfeng stream all his life. Do you have any objection? "

"It's true that I've become a king and defeated an enemy. Now that I'm a prisoner and have lost all my skills, why do you pretend! Why don't you kill xuanxiao here directly! If I regain my cultivation, I'll report today's humiliation and put things right! Then I'll take your heads and sacrifice to Qionghua martyrs!"

"No objection..." the disciple is waiting for the sentence.

"Wrong!" at this time, the demon master Chan you was dissatisfied, "this man killed hundreds of demons of our family, and should be punished according to his crime!"

Murong Ziying arched his hand, "Chan Youdao friend, this judgment was negotiated by us. Why do you go back now?"

Xuanxiao laughed, "you're afraid! You're afraid I'll regain my skills and kill you demons!"

Chan youleng said, "this man is fierce and stubborn. Leaving him in the world will only create more evils. It's better to eliminate them early."

Murong Ziying glanced at xuanxiao.

Today, the wind on the cloud platform is very strong and soft, and the broad air flow is not rapid. It is like a breath of Kunlun Mountains, like the melodious aftertaste of the bell. The gray white hair of xuanxiao is flying in the wind. The spirited monks are now more decadent than the ancient and old people. There is no more spirit and light in their eyes, and the anger of vicissitudes is burning in their turbid eyes.

"He's old."

Once this word came out, the demon world had no objection.

The judgment ended soon. After the people left and the cirrus cloud platform returned to silence, yuntianhe looked up at the sky. The sun kept running around the sky for a moment. He suddenly asked, "when is the sun in the middle?"

Liu Mengli also looked up and said softly, "since the sun is traveling around, there will always be a moment in a day. Even if it is so short, as long as the sun's sky is skewed, there must be a center. If there is no center, how can we say it is skewed?"

Yuntianhe nodded, "that's right. I see."

"Young master Yun seems to understand something?"

"Yes, I understand a little." the savage touched his head and smiled, "I wish I had understood earlier. Life and death are such a thing. People die into ghosts and ghosts reincarnate. When will they be dead? I see many ghosts in the ghost world, like my father. I think they don't die when they become ghosts. With cultivation like ours, even if their bodies decay, ghosts can stay in the world after death. Isn't this eternal life?"

Liu Mengli was stunned and said, "Tianhe, do you care about eternal life?"

"No, I don't care. I care about death." yuntianhe looked at the sky, "Because of the ghost world, because of reincarnation, everyone and every demon are actually immortal. We already know that. As long as the soul does not die, they can come back. So the king of hell can control people's lives, because the ghosts after death have their destination. Do good deeds before death and have a good birth in the next life. Dig graves before death and do hard labor after death. Because no one really dies, people will die Living for a hundred years is like a sorghum dream. Those high immortals can make people experience glory and wealth, or break their families overnight. This is their way of heaven. "

Liu Mengli's eyes showed surprise and uneasiness, "what do you want to do?"

Yuntianhe stretched out his hand and pressed his palm towards the six realms in the dark, "I want to break the reincarnation. Let the creatures really die."

As soon as you say this, there is a thunderstorm in the clear sky!

Dark clouds came from all sides and surrounded Kunlun two thousand miles around. There was no sun in the dark. Only the surging thunder shone on the mountains.

The white Sword Fairy's face remained unchanged. "The sins of the previous life and the debts of this life do not need to be repaid in the next life. The new people and demons can live the life they want freely. I will teach them their sword skills again, so that they can have strength, ability, eat enough, be happy, and fight back against the bad guys."

Liu Mengli sighed, "Tianhe, look, God is angry."

"Well, it doesn't dare to split me." yuntianhe looked up as if he were looking at the great God above the nine days, "because he knew what I would do."

I don't know when Han Lingsha and Murong Ziying also stood behind yuntianhe. The four of them, the four masters of divine sword, looked up at the sky together, and the black cloud of two thousand miles dispersed quietly.

Han Lingsha asked, "Tianhe, when are you going to do it?"

"With our strength, after 30 years of latent cultivation, there will be no enemy in the six realms." Murong Ziying stroked the sword box behind her in a flat tone.

Yuntianhe pondered for a moment and shook his head. "The waves will hit the sky. The sea is wider than the sky."

The people smiled, "then build the sea first. Make it wider than the sky."

……

Whose world was it 400 years ago?

Civil servants and generals say this is the emperor's world.

The Witch and the divine man said that this was the world of immortals.

Practitioners say this is the world of the divine sword gate.

The emperor's world wants to go to all countries. The world of immortals should go to the divine world to find it. The world of divine sword sect can be found in Kunlun.

Whose world is today?

People all over the world say that this is the world of people all over the world.

……

With the vicissitudes of time, heroes and beauties will be late. Everything has love, but time does not leave people.

Three hundred years have passed since the Lord of the divine sword sect held up Qionghua peak with supreme magic power, sealed the immortal road in Kunlun and connected the Jedi to heaven. The four divine swords, once famous in the six realms, have become a distant legend. Future generations are chasing their backs, but their tracks are slim. After all, no one will see them again.

Over the past three hundred years, the Jianghu has been surging, and a new generation of people are also using the magic sword method to earn their own name. Every day, there are new legends, which will not stop like the sea tide, and the old stories are hidden in the thick dust.

In Yuzhou City, the young man of Yong'an slept soundly, but the scene in his dream was not pleasant. What he dreamed of was not the sword, riding the wind, and flying into the sky for the first time when he was ten years old. This feeling of freedom always made him happy; What he dreamed of was not the famous lotus leaf chicken in Yuzhou. It was delicious. A chicken bone still tasted for a long time; What he dreamed of had nothing to do with all the plain experiences in his life in the past 19 years. It was like the strange things he heard in the fairy tale of the storyteller, but he had never seen these scenes. How can he imagine?

He dreamed that the distant sky of the ghost world was gray like an old mirror. Hundreds of millions of ghost soldiers on the earth rushed like an ice river with axes and axes. Countless flags and ten flags were held high, and the flags were pulled straight in the dark wind. They were fierce in war, but the ancient enemy had not yet appeared.

He dreamed that blood River, weak water and yellow spring flowed on the earth. The waves were towering and the storm was like anger. Countless ghosts crossed the desolate Naihe bridge on the forgetful River, and the reincarnation well was crowded, and the stacked ghosts were like mountains.

He dreamed that the eighteen hells were broken, evil spirits roared, swallowed the blood and flesh of the Tibetan king, and the compassionate Bodhisattva was ten thousand feet tall. At this time, his eyes were slightly open and dying, and the demons screamed viciously on his mountain like body.

Countless strange and magnificent scenes are very real in the dream, just like the re emergence of forgotten memories. An aura broke the mystery of the fetus. Jingtian was fascinated by the upheavals that had happened and perhaps were happening in the ghost world. It was a nightmare. He was shivering and sweating on his bed.

In his dream, he went up and down, up and down. After seeing many terrible things, he found that he had become a ghost and was running across the earth quickly. When he passed through the army of hundreds of millions of ghosts and soldiers, they would make way for a wide road and let him run, across the wasteland and three ancient rivers. The souls crowded on the Naihe bridge were in a hurry, Even if you fall into forgetting the river, you have to make way.

So he galloped across the eighteen hells, crossed the ten halls of hell under the gaze of bloody dungeons and greedy demons, crossed the plain of Manshu shahua in full bloom in the gaze of the iron faced judge of hell, and came all the way to the reincarnation well in the eyes of the lost soul.

All the ghosts looked at him with hope in their eyes.

A woman's voice said to him, "Feipeng, you are our hope. Don't fail!"

"Don't fail!" the ghosts howled.

"Don't fail!!"

Jingtian could not tell whether it was begging or cruel when he saw the boundless ghosts coming up. He felt frightened, but he was very calm in his dream. He looked at the sealed reincarnation well, and the faint purple runes of the sand of the Ganges flowed, like a thick cloth covering the wellhead.

All ghosts who want to reincarnate are blocked by this cloth, and they can't be cracked as much as they can.

What can Sedum do?

"We'll help you!"

"We will help you!! use the sword soul! Divine sword!"

Hundreds of millions of ghosts wail. They fight to attack the closure of the wellhead. The power of a single ghost is of no help at all. Struggling to attack will only destroy themselves, but the vast wave of ghosts makes the wellhead seal as strong as the world itself a little dim.

Jingtian stared at the wellhead and suddenly came up with an idea: there is a flaw.

There is no absolute thing in the world, and the will of God is so, so there are loopholes in this terrible seal. In his dream, he also realized that after the ban was weakened, there was an opportunity that was more short than a moment, more short than a heartbeat, and almost impossible to be captured.

However, he caught it and suddenly turned into a brilliant silver sword light, shuttling between heaven and earth like a swimming fish. The sword light smaller than the tip of a needle penetrated through the gap and plunged into the deep reincarnation well with the soul of Jingtian.

The well was also covered with purple talismans, which adhered to Jingtian like dust, making him feel heavier and heavier.

The cries and sharp smiles of ghosts from the well are far away.

Only the woman's voice became weaker and weaker: "Feipeng, don't fail! You are the last chance in the sixth world! You must..."

The rapid falling feeling made Jingtian tremble and wake up.

He sat up blankly. The night in Yongan was ordinary and cool, no different from the thousands of nights in the past.

Jingtian scratched his head. The strange dream just now made him sleepless. The situation in the dream was a little vague, but it didn't disappear and forget like the real dream. He remembered everything in the ghost world clearly. It made him nervous. Yong'an's young man has no ambition. It's best to earn some money and marry a daughter-in-law. It's best to take Yong'an as a shopkeeper and live a leisurely life.

There are too many powerful people in the Jianghu these days. From 80 old ladies to 7-year-old children, they may be swordsmen. The wild dogs on the roadside may be successful monsters. Jingtian consciously practiced the "Sixteen jade floor cave truth formula" well and made little achievements in fencing. He is also a well-known young Xia in several nearby streets, but in a small Yuzhou City, people who are more powerful than him are unknown, let alone heroes all over the world. What does he calculate as a pawnshop appraisal guy?

Not up or down, not good or bad, no shock, no risk, no disaster and no disease, this is the life pursuit of Ji Jingtian.

As for Jianghu myths, they will shake the past and the present for thousands of generations, and heroes for a lifetime. Just think about it, don't let yourself meet them.

The boy Jingtian squatted on the bed scratching his ears and cheeks. Now he really doubts that he is a reincarnated person.

Since Qin Xian Liu Mengli sealed the ghost world, there has been no reincarnation in the world for more than 300 years. More than 400 years ago, the Lord of the divine sword sect threatened to cut off reincarnation and break the fate of all living beings. This is also the purpose recognized by all practitioners who inherit the divine sword sect. Such a magnificent feat is really successful. This is the real act against the sky and deserves the reputation of the first madman in the way of heaven.

Over the past three hundred years, the souls of the new creatures in the human world, including the human race, the beast race and the demon race, have been nourished by the power of the nine springs. The reincarnation book is clean and innocent. There is no previous life and no afterlife. After death, they are scared and everything returns to heaven and earth.

Nowadays, no one talks about fate reincarnation, only because fate is determined by their own hands, and life and death are guarded by the sword in their hands. The immortal said not to count, the king of hell said not to count, and the emperor said not to count!

As soon as Jingtian thought that he was carrying the last hope of the so-called Six Worlds, he began to retreat.

But fate is like an iron law to a reincarnation like him. It is not easy to get rid of it. It is useless to retreat and escape.

Just when Jingtian was paranoid, the window of the wing room suddenly opened. A girl in red flew in outside the room and fell silent. It was obvious that she had learned the best lightness skill. After entering the house, the girl looked around. It was dark inside. Suddenly she saw a figure squatting at the head of the bed. A pair of bright eyes glittered and looked at her silently.

"Ah! Ghost!" cried the female thief, throwing a handful of poisonous thistles at Jingtian quickly.

When Jingtian saw it, he took out the quilt and shook it. Under the perfusion of internal air, the thin quilt was as tough as iron wire cloth. When it was empty, he took all the concealed weapons down.

"Hey, little thief! Who are you!" Jingtian took the iron sword by the bed in his hand and stood in front of the girl. He was a good tempered man. He was not angry when he was attacked suddenly, and his words were also with a smile.

"Who is a thief? Can you see clearly that Miss Ben is like a thief?" the girl cast a fire spirit spell, and a bean sized light appeared on her fingertips, which made the house bright. Jingtian looked up and down, and saw that she was dressed beautifully and did not cover her face. It was really not like an ordinary Liang Shangjun, but also her bright eyes and beautiful face. It was a very symbolic girl, which made people happy.

"You're not a thief. How can a thief be cruel when he sees his master's house? You're a robber!" Jingtian deliberately teased and deliberately made a look of fear.

The girl was so angry that she punched him on the arm, but Jingtian pretended to cry pain.

"Stop it. Listen, my surname is Tang. I'm from Tang family castle. This broken pawnshop is my Tang family's property, including where you live. Can I be a thief when I go back to my own house?"

Jingtian shrunk his neck and said, "I have no proof. How can you prove that you are from the Tang family?"

Miss Tang smiled and said, "you have nothing to say? Can you see the hidden weapons of our Tang family?"

"No, no, I've seen it just now. What, what's the matter with Miss Tang's late night visit? You want to steal... Er, no, what are you looking for? I help, not me. I know everything in Yong'an Dang very well and can find it with my eyes closed."

"Hum, you know." Miss Tang was amused with the boy, and she was very happy. Now she explained her intention.

It turned out that she accidentally broke the lid of a purple clay pot. It was a good thing for her grandpa. Miss Tang wanted to come to Yong'an quietly to find a matching teapot lid, so that he wouldn't be sad. Jingtian said that the shape of the purple clay pot is changeable, and it is impossible to find the same lid. For today's plan, he can only glue the broken lid by relying on his professional ability in the antique industry. When they talked, they quarreled frequently. Miss Tang was an acute child. Jingtian was always good-natured and angry. One by one, what they thought was unknown to each other. While talking, suddenly the world shook, and the whole human world shook in this sudden impact. The continuous houses and pavilions in Yuzhou City made a terrible noise, and thousands of families screamed endlessly. The two in the room felt the terrible smell from the distant place. In a panic, Jingtian couldn't help falling over to Miss Tang, and she couldn't help leaning back. At such a critical moment, the two of them looked at each other and saw each other's surprised look. Then Jingtian felt the soft body in his arms and the rapidly approaching dimple in front of him. The young man Ji Jingtian was afraid that he would ruin the innocence of the girl's family. When the Tang family got into trouble, he was shocked and quickly bowed his head. So he hit Miss Tang's nose blood with a head hammer. The huge earthquake came suddenly and ended quickly. After a while, the shock subsided, Yuzhou returned to peace, and the cabin in Yong'an was as silent as death. "Hmm..." Jingtian raised his head tremblingly, only to see the girl's eyes trying to kill. "Then what... Spare your life..."