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Shan Wenbai's deep and hoarse voice fell, and he gently raised his right hand, facing the girl in front of him with tightly pursed lips, his voice continued to come out faintly:

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. People in the world will believe it. Moreover, Murong He turned into a green lotus and wanted to attack the realm of a saint. This move is tantamount to closing the door to death, and it is now at the last moment. Once it comes out ahead of schedule , all previous efforts will fall short, and the chance of becoming a saint will be directly reduced by [-]%.

"It's a situation of nine deaths, and then it will completely turn into ten deaths and no lives. So if I kill you all at this time, do you think he will save you?"

Like a sharp sword, after Shan Wenbai's words pierced his heart fiercely, with his body as the center, countless water droplets in the entire Burial Sword Lake floated upwards, and at the same time pushed back all the blue sword energy covering all directions.

Afterwards, these water droplets gradually turned into ferocious and terrifying giant frost dragons, hovering around in suspension, and roaring in all directions resounding through the sky.

"Jiange disciple, sword soul, come!"

The still cold and calm roar of Jiansheng resounded throughout the Jianjian Lake. Tens of thousands of Jiange disciples, like the girl, still faced the battle, defiant and fearless, regardless of their extremely pale face, they stretched out their hands and pointed forward. A sword of Dao Soul condensed out again, and then flew into the sky, turning into countless streamers of light and stabbing down.

"I once heard a saying and thought it was quite reasonable. Someone once said that the most untestable thing in this world is the human heart. I also really want to know whether it is the disciples in the sect or the sanctification that is important!"

After finishing speaking, Shan Wenbai raised his head slightly, looked at the radiant sword rain in the sky, raised his left hand and waved lightly, the giant ice dragon lingering around his body rushed towards the sky in an instant, and after a moment, the ultimate The low temperature froze the void of the entire Burial Sword Lake, and the Dao Soul sword seemed to have hit a solid iceberg and was completely isolated, and what's more, it retreated back and shattered inch by inch.

At the same time, Shan Wenbai slowly raised his right hand and gently shook it forward. A round of blue and white full moon appeared on the lake under the girl Jiansheng's feet. On the face, it seems to be completely frozen.

"Fishing the moon!"

The cold and heartless words spit out from Shan Wenbai's mouth, and the entire lake surface began to boil violently in an instant. The full moon scooped lightly.

Within the giant palm of heaven and earth, all the space in all directions was firmly grasped, and they were constantly squeezed inward. The bones of the girl Jiansheng's entire body were crackling, and at the same time, the meaning of purple red was constantly rising on her fair face. , and strands of dazzling blood flowed out.

Then Shan Wenbai turned around slightly, looked at the huge green lotus still looming in the center of the lake, and seemed to see the figure sitting cross-legged inside the green lotus, opened his mouth, and the rolling voice resounded through the void:

"Muronghe, I know you can hear it, your disciple is dying now, do you want to save him or not?"

The hoarse voice lingering over Yu Zhanjian Lake was like a heavy hammer constantly hammering on the hearts of tens of thousands of Jiange disciples.

Shenjing City, Sitian Pagoda, and the main hall on the first floor, although it was late at night, were still brightly lit. Supervisors shuttled back and forth in the hall, each performing their duties, and then a voice of inquiry sounded in the hall:

"Master Jianzheng, there is a fierce confrontation between the semi-sacred and the upper three in the Jiange of Wanjian Mountain. Will Si Tianta intervene by sending a punishment from heaven?"

The voice of inquiry fell, and in the center of the hall, the girl sitting on the wheelchair asked Xia, her red lips parted slightly, and a soft voice came out:

"Can you get the exact picture of the top of Wanjian Mountain?"

"Wan Jianshan is too sharp. Unless you get the bonus of His Majesty's national luck, you can't accurately get the scene that happened at this time."

After the response fell, the girl raised her hand and gently kneaded the center of her brow, and the command sound continued to resound throughout the hall:

"Gathering mountains and seas is a small day's punishment. Gathering but not publishing, wait for the instructions of the White Emperor Palace. Your Majesty should have known about such movements."

At the same time, on the top of Wanjian Mountain in Guangzhou, he used the supernatural ability to catch the moon, grasped the entire void of the mountain cypress, stepped forward, and instantly came to Jiansheng, then slowly moved his head to Jiansheng's ear, and said lightly road:

"You should be clear that there is no way Sitian Pagoda in Shenjing City is unaware of such a big movement on the top of Wanjian Mountain, but until now, nothing has happened, so you don't have to doubt His Majesty's intention to kill Muronghe!"

Chapter 0687 A hand outstretched within Qinglian

In the Imperial Garden of the White Emperor Palace, the Xuantian Wood under the night, exudes a green elf full of life, floating back and forth above the sky at the same time, and under the Xuantian Tree, Zhao Yu sits quietly behind the throne, frowning slightly, staring at the A picture scroll of mountains and seas floating in the air ahead.

What emerged on the picture scroll was the scene of the Lake of Burying Swords in Wanjian Mountain. Although the scene displayed on the map of mountains and seas was greatly distorted and blurred due to the strong aura of sharpness on the lake, the scene of the close call was still clear. into the eyes of the young emperor.

In Zhao Yu's hand was holding a booklet that Sima Annan handed over urgently just now, and his jet-black eyes were fixed on the crooked figure in the picture scroll of mountains and seas. All along, the young emperor has always believed in one sentence:

If you don't know it, you can't do it yourself.

As long as it is revealed in front of people, then there will be clues, more or less, and the same will be able to catch the tell, sooner or later.

Therefore, after the Nanman War, the huge intelligence agency of the entire Great Xia, in conjunction with Sima Annan's third-generation physiognomy, continuously deduced and investigated in the dark. Since then, the appearance of this great master hidden behind many scenes has gradually become clear.

The brochure Sima Annan handed over had only one name, three characters, Shan Wenbai!

In the map of mountains and seas floating in the sky in the imperial garden, the figure of the great master at this time is like a black hole in the shape of a human, distorting the surrounding space, so what Zhao Yu can see is only a strange gray hair, but the hair it exudes The breath, but it is very different from the Shaoyin of Gyeonggi Prefecture in the impression of the young emperor.

Zhao Yu couldn't help thinking of the winter night when he saw Shan Wenbai for the first time, a hunched and emaciated figure was kneeling in front of the bitter tea house, and under the pale moonlight, his half-black and half-white hair looked particularly gray, Although he was only in his forties, he was as old as an old man, but at that time, Zhao Yu could feel the sincerity in Shan Wenbai's heart.

"Which one is you?"

A faint voice of doubt came from Zhao Yu's mouth, and then the young emperor came back to his senses, continued to look at the map of mountains and seas in front of him, rubbed his fingers lightly on the rim of the cup of bitter tea in his hand, and after a few breaths of thought, Zhao Yu opened his mouth, Emperor Huanghuang The sound rolls out:

"Liang Po!"

A moment later, Liang Po's burly body appeared under the imperial table, knelt down on one knee, raised his head and said in response:

"Chen is here!"

Zhao Yu's face remained unchanged, and the Diyin continued to linger in the imperial garden again:

"Holding my Tiger Talisman, stationed in Shenjing City, Pengri, Youchi, the Fourth Army of Shenwei, together with Sitian Tower, blocked the Sifang City Gate of Shenjing City, arrested all people related to Shan Wenbai, Lava Kua and Tianhui Army followed, If there is any resistance, shoot to kill!"

After Diyin fell, Liang Po nodded, then he seemed to think of something, raised his head and continued to ask:

"Your Majesty, what should I do with the residence of the Minister of Rites?"

"Arrest them together, and it won't be too late to find out."

After Zhao Yu finished speaking, he raised his hand to raise the bitter tea in his hand, took a sip, and continued to speak:

"Wanjian Mountain, Guangzhou Metropolitan City, I will use the map of mountains and seas to lock down the so-called Great Master, Night Dire Division, Dongguo Lezheng of the Great Xia Academy, the Black Dragon Guard and the Angry Beast Army to go immediately and block Wanjian Mountain. Necessary, Si Tianta sent down punishment from heaven and saved Jiansheng's life.

"Whether that great master is Shan Wenbai or not, or he is hiding in Shenjing City, I only have one request. Before dawn, bring his head. In the 90th year of the Great Xia calendar, I want the rear to be clean, and I don't want to do it again. There is no trouble!"

The voice of the young emperor is infinitely murderous, with an extremely domineering voice!

"promise!"

Liang Po took the order, stood up and retreated in big strides. Ten breaths later, the city of Shenjing was shrouded in night and still immersed in a sad atmosphere.

Located in the depths of the dense forest in the western suburbs of Shenjing City, the gates of the barracks of the Fourth Army's garrison are wide open, and three distinct torrents of steel, red, silver, and black, pierce the entire darkness, like three giant dragons coming out of an abyss, heading directly towards this Shenzhou Haotu's No. [-] heroic city spread out.

At the same time, the formation of the small world of the floating island was completed, and the angry beast army in purple armor stepped out from a blue space gate. An old house in Qingyi Lane, Guangyu City.

"Shan Hai Tu Xiao Tian Punishment can finish its momentum?"

On the first floor of the main hall of Sitian Pagoda, Xia's voice sounded faintly, followed by a slightly old voice in response:

"Return to your lord, you can release it after fifty breaths!"

"Fifty breaths?"

The girl asked Xia to murmur, and then continued to look up at the top of the tower. After being blessed by the young emperor with the luck of the country, the huge picture scroll of mountains and seas gradually became clear after the changes of the situation, and the voice continued:

"But it seems that the girl named Jiansheng may not last for fifty breaths, but I am also curious, how will this sword master Muronghe choose?"

Above the Burial Sword Lake, the Frost Giant Dragon roared around, and in the raging momentum, there was a bone-piercing chill, sweeping outward wave after wave, making the top of Wanjian Mountain seem to be covered with snowflakes.

The frost dragon is still flying in the sky, which means that the disciples of the Jiange just failed in their desperate fight, and it also means that the life of Jiansheng has been threatened the most since his birth. Shan Wenbai, dressed in black, reached out and grabbed Jiansheng's neck was lifted up in the air.

Then he turned around, facing the green lotus looming in the blue mist, ignoring the angry shouts of those exhausted disciples by the lake, stepped forward step by step, and walked directly to the center of the lake, where the edge was the sharpest.

At the same time, the roaring frost dragons from above jumped down one after another, exhaling extremely cold frost breath, and cleared the way ahead. Afterwards, the entire Buried Sword Lake seemed to feel an infinite crisis, and the blue sword energy gushed out from under the lake. Worse.

This Lake of Burying Swords has existed for countless years, and the sword energy stored in it can hardly be described in words. However, Murong and Hualian want to use this great lake that has accumulated sword energy for countless years as their foundation, to accumulate their strength, Cut out a path to sanctification.

In other words, this sword burial lake can support a saint, but at this time, most of the sword energy has been absorbed by the sword lake, which is powerless to prevent Shan Wenbai from approaching the green lotus, and the latter is advancing at an extremely fast speed. In less than twenty breaths, it has already come under the green lotus.

Shan Wenbai raised his head and looked at the huge green lotus that even he felt irresistible. For the first time, there was a look of extreme madness in his eyes, and he opened his mouth and roared:

"Muronghe, this catastrophe of sanctification is not just a nine-fold sky tower. Although this green lotus gathers infinite sword energy and is unparalleled in defense, I don't think you can get out!"

After finishing speaking, Shan Wenbai directly lifted the young girl Jiansheng, and without hesitation pressed towards Qinglian, who gathered almost the most sharp spirit in the whole world.

Green lotus with infinite sword energy, you will die if you touch it!

At the same time, the eyes of the entire Great Xia, including Zhao Yu, raised waves. At the same time, the right hand of the young emperor holding the teacup tightened.

How will Murong He choose?

To save or not to save?

At the very moment, Qinglian stretched out a hand and told the world Muronghe's answer.

As soon as this hand appeared, and then lightly grasped it, the entire Wanjian Mountain, which pierced into the sky, truly became a sword of heaven and earth!

Chapter 0688

On the vast land of Shenzhou, the ultimate goal of all the monks who draw qi into the body and step on the road of practice is to become holy.

Saint, infinite being in a finite world!

But it is difficult to become a saint, it is difficult to go to the blue sky, and it is difficult to add thousands of calamities. On the nine ladders, if you fail to succeed, you will die directly. Since ancient times, countless amazing talents such as Bai Mingxiu have died with hatred.

But for Wanjiange Muronghe, his advantage in attacking the saint position is much greater than the others, because behind him there is a whole lake of buried swords with infinite and profound foundations. All the essence of kendo on the vast land of Shenzhou.

One lake is raised by one road, one lotus is raised by one lake, and one person is raised by one lotus.

It is no exaggeration to say that once Muronghe, who is favored by the entire Shenzhou Haotu swordsmanship, stays in this green lotus enchantment and does not come out, when the green lotus fully blooms, his chances of becoming a saint will be very high. An improvement of hundreds of times.

The stronger the cultivation base, the more they understand how important this opportunity is once they reach the later stage of cultivation, because in front of the natural moat of sanctification, the level of talent is just a cloud.

But Murong He's choice was unexpected, yet reasonable. Faced with this situation, people of different levels reacted differently to these two choices.

Shan Wenbai may be called a great master of the country. Combining the ancient bloodline of the Jiang surname and the supreme talent of the former Ying family's Ying family, he revived a whole life, and cooperated with the man in the mirror to practice again to the point where he is only a short distance away from the bridge of heaven and earth. One step at the pinnacle of semi-sacredness, so he knows how strong the desire for a saint is for people of his level. This seems to be the most overbearing and most irresistible addiction in the world, and he is willing to give up everything for it.

Therefore, in his view, Murong He gave up the position of saint for the sake of his disciples so inconceivable, so when that hand stretched out from the green lotus and shook it, a flash of light flashed in Shan Wenbai's eyes With an inconceivable look in the moment, he immediately blocked the girl Jiansheng in front of him, trying to use this as a shield to retreat outwards.

But it was too late. Murong He's outstretched right hand, like the sword energy constantly enveloped around him, showed a pure and flawless blue color, but the palm of this hand had an extremely thick callus, because it was a The hand holding the sword.

With a cocoon in your hand, you have a sword in your heart!

Just when it was hard to react to these thoughts, a sword gathered in Murong He's hand from the green lotus. This sword is golden and blue in its entire body, and there are naturally petaled lotus flowers blooming outwards carved on it. If you have to use words to describe it .

Out of the silt but not stained, clean and clear but not demon!

As soon as the Qinglian sword came out, a golden light lit up in the void. Its speed seemed to ignore the laws of time and space within the avenue, and before Shan Wenbai could react, it instantly penetrated the latter's chest.

In the next second, a thick and steady voice, but containing infinite sharpness, resounded through the entire sky:

"Swords are better to be broken than bent, so no matter what your purpose is, I, Muronghe, will only do one thing, and that is to draw the sword."

Accompanied by this whistling sound and this ray of blue light, Shan Wenbai let go of the girl's hand, and then Jiansheng fell from the air and hit the lake. Still blurred by tears, he tightly held his own hands, controlling his figure from sinking to the bottom of the lake.

After Jian Sheng died, Shan Wenbai lowered his head and looked at the fist-sized hole in his chest in disbelief. Just now, this place was completely pierced by the Qinglian Sword, and at the same time, his internal organs were also annihilated.

Behind Shan Wenbai's gray hair, which was originally full of needles, seemed to have lost the strength to support it, slowly drooping, and turned gray to white in an instant, and then Shan Wenbai raised his head and looked at the flower in front of him. Qinglian, and that sword, murmured:

"Muronghe, you actually gave up this once-in-a-million-year chance to become a saint, and released the supreme power of the entire green lotus in an instant, just to kill me?"

"Since drawing the sword, it is natural to forget about life and death and go all out, and I am very angry, so angry that I don't want you to live even a breath longer in this world."

Murong He's faint voice fell, and in the center of the lake, the budding green lotus began to shatter from the outermost petals bit by bit, like an incomparably exquisite piece of porcelain, gradually turned into powder and scattered. The sword lake began to tremble violently, and all the countless swords stuck in the bottom of the lake let out a sharp whistling sound.

At the same time, in the sound of the sword, there was an extremely strong emotion, anger, and sternness. Seeing that this green lotus was about to bloom, but at this last moment, it fell short. Such a situation made the entire Wanjian Mountain and the inheritance of the Dao of Sword They all fell into an unparalleled madness.

Shan Wenbai's move almost cut off the chance of a saint appearing in kendo, because it would take countless years for Burial Sword Lake to form such a large-scale kendo foundation, which is a pity!

The petals of the green lotus shattered one by one, and the screams of the sword sounded one after another. The tears flowing from the eyes of the girl Jiansheng became even worse. Then the girl raised her hand and stretched it forward weakly, letting the tears fall. He kept opening his mouth and crying out:

"Don't dissipate, don't, don't!"

The girl knew how much effort and sweat the whole Wanjiange had put in for it, and knew that her master had been fishing beside the Jianjian Lake for nearly twenty years before she could get the opportunity to become a saint of Qinglian.

But now, everything is broken and disillusioned like a bubble before his eyes. Not only Jiansheng, but also the Jiange disciples who still have consciousness by the lake can't help shedding two lines of blood and tears.

Murong He slashed out the entire green lotus sword power with one sword, so the green lotus flower in the center of the lake collapsed faster and faster. After a few breaths, a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the ground appeared.

The man's face was ordinary, and he was wearing a coir raincoat. He looked like an ordinary fisherman among the people of Daxia, but at this time, the eyes on his face were as sharp as condensed, and he was still standing when he looked straight. The mountain cypresses in place, even the void was split.

Then the corner of Shan Wenbai's mouth overflowed with blood, and he continued to ask:

"I came from the White Emperor Palace, Murong and you dare to kill me?"

"I, Muronghe, will not only kill you to prevent people from becoming enlightened, but also to kill you in the next life, and the next life, and if you want to use me to achieve a certain purpose, such as the golden cicada's shell, then the whole of China will be killed." All those who use swords in Haotu will regard you as an enemy that must be killed."

After Murong He finished speaking, he raised his head, another blue light lit up in the void, Shan Wenbai's head was separated, and his whole body fell backwards into the lake. In the next breath, countless sword souls in the lake released infinite sword energy at the same time, shaking his body Chop into powder.

Chapter 0689

The cold night hit people, and dark clouds floated in the sky above Gwangju Metropolitan City, covering the full moon shining above from time to time, and then left a large area on the Guangyu City, a huge city in the middle of the vast land of Shenzhou. shadow.

It was late at night, and most of the ordinary people who had already fallen asleep could not sense the violent sword aura, the piercing killing intent, and the clash of lightning and flint on the top of Wanjian Mountain.

On the top of Wanjian Mountain, the sound of swords in Buried Sword Lake gradually weakened, and the cyan sword energy on the entire lake also dissipated, and then fell into a strange calm, with eyes fixed on the person in the center of the lake who was still sitting cross-legged, with his face on his face. Expressionless middle-aged man.

With tears streaming down his face, Jian Sheng propped himself up from the lake, and then crawled up to Murong He step by step, knelt down and sobbed, his forehead pressed against the back of his hand, unwilling to raise his head.

"Son, this is the first time I've seen you cry for the teacher, and now I think you look a little bit girly."

Murong He looked down at the crying girl with pear blossoms and rain in front of him, smiled lightly, and there was a little joke in the outgoing voice, then he looked around, spoke again, restrained all sharpness, and the gentle voice continued to spread :