The Sword Returns to Tang Dynasty

The sword wind pushed away the coordinates that were shining like stars all over the sky, and the scorching sword light broke through the abyss of thousands of feet, arousing boundless ripples.

The ripples slowly pushed away round and round, as if it had only passed for a moment, and it seemed as if thousands of years had passed.

Under the stars, in the abyss, a huge eye faintly opened, and its inorganic gaze was cast on the young man in golden clothes who was stepping on the galaxy.

Li Jiancheng let go, Qianye Changsheng hung in front of him, a sword light was as clear as autumn water, reflecting his pale face.

Gold-plated flames burned from all directions, gradually converging on Qianye Changsheng Sword with him as the center.

A very light sigh came from the void——

'Why are you disobedient? '

The young man paid no attention to it, and jumped forward. The mighty sword light pierced through the scattered stars and crashed into the cold eyes peeping out of the abyss.

The sound of stars breaking came from the abyss.

The clouds and mist rolled into a vortex, stirring the scattered starlight to slowly rotate and swallow.Breathing out an extremely dangerous breath.

The oppression felt in the soul is still there, but the peeping gaze has disappeared.

Li Jiancheng sneered and retracted his sword with his hands behind his back.

He is no longer in Honghuang now, according to the law of that shit, Dao has no reason to take the initiative to do anything to him.

But he just couldn't swallow it.

The stars gather together again, and the blocked storm is mixed with the countercurrent of time and space, sweeping again.

Li Jiancheng's expression froze, but the body that was about to leave froze for a moment when he saw a little silver light floating not far away.

The string of starlight coordinates has a great cause and effect with him.

That is, Jiantang——

The storm came too fast, and the string of coordinates disappeared in a flash, so fast that Li Jiancheng only remembered the first half and then disappeared.

Li Jiancheng retreated to the edge of the space. The boulder in the depths of the desert seemed to be within reach through a layer of transparent film. Li Jiancheng looked back at the countercurrent space that was about to collapse, and cut the film without hesitation.

The long sword protruded out as briskly as if entering the water. Before the storm wave swept over, he got stuck on the edge, and opened the time-space plank road that had not been withdrawn from the outside world with one hand.

Another path on the plank road leads to his hometown.

After he left for a long time, time and space storms came and went for countless rounds, and this silent world slowly began to flow.

The clouds and mist in the abyss gathered and dispersed, and a misty murmur came out faintly.

'You are always disobedient. '

'That's all, the calamity has passed, and it will be as you wish. '

It was a very ordinary day.

"Fenglai, good Fenglai, just promise me!"

The young man in golden clasped his palms together as a sign of guarantee, blinked his sparkling peach eyes, and spoke very softly.

"Since Zhen Yuanzi invited you to taste his ginseng fruit, you can take me with you! Anyway, he didn't say you can't do this."

The young man in white said "hehe", "You have the ability to act coquettishly here and ask me to take you there, why don't you reflect on why Zhen Yuanzi didn't invite you this time."

"How do I know?" The boy widened his eyes and said confidently, "I didn't offend him."

"Oh?" Prince Changqin looked at him with a half-smile.

"Cut, if you don't agree, then you won't. I'll go to Hong Yun and ask him to take me there." The young man felt guilty after being seen, turned around and left, complaining incessantly as he walked.

"Fenglai is really getting more and more stingy. Could it be that the Wu Clan brought it down? No, those guys from the Wu Clan look rather stupid. If you want to take it, it's Fenglai who leads them..."

Prince Changqin: "..."

The crown prince Changqin supported his forehead, "Zhaoming, you are enough, take you there, why not take you there?"

You still go to Hongyun, and then go to Hongyun, believe it or not, Zhen Yuanzi will beat you out the next time he sees you holding a whisk!

He almost had the words “Stay away from Hongyun” on his body!

"Hey, I knew Fenglai that you would definitely agree~"

With a flash of the boy's figure, he immediately turned to his side, happily tugging at his plain white sleeve and shaking it, "It's more or less the same."

His appearance of stealing music was too twitchy, and the prince Changqin who watched it couldn't help but tapped his forehead.

"Outside, don't call me Fenglai again."

"Oh, I know, I know, it should be called Prince Changqin." The young man wrinkled his nose, "It should be Changqin, I don't think it sounds as good as Fenglai."

"You're used to it."

The backs of the two walking hand in hand disappeared into the sky.

Because the master and uncle in Kunlun had another quarrel, Kong Xuan, who came a step late, flapped his wings angrily. The bastard Zhaoming must have left him on purpose, so that no one, bah, no peacock would snatch the ginseng fruit from him up!

Before he could finish his grievance, he realized that someone had grabbed the back of his neck.

Kong Xuan, whose hair stood on end, immediately recalled this creepy feeling.

The slender white hand turned around holding his body, Kong Xuan looked up, and a gorgeous and unique face appeared in front of him.

"Little bird, why did you run out today?"

It was a very beautiful young man, shaped like a phoenix in the mist, with bony brows and clear face, with a little bright red cinnabar dotted between his brows, which added a breathtaking beauty.

Kong Xuan trembled.

"Spirit, spirit beads?"

"Huh?" The young man who was called "Lingzhuzi" raised his eyes, "It's been a while since I've seen you, little bird, don't you recognize me?"

"I know, I know!"

Kong Xuan wanted to cry, but he didn't remember anyone, and no one would forget this great god who beat him into a bird cake!

"Ok."

The Lingzhu let go, and the moment the peacock landed on the ground, it turned into a young boy with clear and bright eyes.

"Tell me, where did Prince Changqin take my brother?"

The Lingzhu with arms folded and cold brows was really scary, Kong Xuan shamelessly reported to his little friend——

"They went to Zhen Yuanzi's place to rub ginseng fruit!"

When Li Zhaoming happily returned from Zhen Yuanzi's place, the beauty in red was leaning against the entrance of Zixiao Palace, looking at him leisurely.

The sky light and cloud flames shone on him, a soft red silk snaked from his crow feather hair to his feet, and the faintly flowing red light reflected his gorgeous face.

It's just that this beauty's expression is really dangerous.

"Third, third brother, why are you here today?"

Li Zhaoming's heart skipped a beat, he walked forward slowly step by step, and asked with a haha.

"If I'm not here, how do I know that someone ran out again? Huh?"

Ling Zhuzi looked over with half a smile but not a smile, which made his heart a little numb.

Ahhh, if I knew it earlier, I would drag Feng to come here with me!I won't be the only one being beaten by then!

"Heh," Ling Zhuzi looked at his cowardly appearance, got angry, stepped forward and grabbed his ear and yelled, "now you know you're afraid? Why didn't you count anything when you ran out?! Did Hongjun tell you that something is not right up there recently, something is staring at you, asking you not to run around, huh?!"

"It hurts, it hurts, brother—" Li Zhaoming grinned, "I just went to Zhen Yuanzi's place to pick some ginseng fruit, and Feng Lai followed. Didn't I want to bring back some for third brother to taste Son." As he spoke, he handed out a fruit shaped like a baby, and smiled flatteringly.

Lingzhuzi laughed back angrily, "Hehe, do you still blame me for saying that?"

"Of course not!" Li Zhaoming hurriedly remedied, "I just want to bring one to Third Brother."

After receiving the fruit from Li Zhaoming, he tossed the spirit beads up and down, and released his other hand to grab the other person's ear.

"Absolutely accepting your cowardly appearance, you still show the sword fairy." Ling Zhuzi glanced at him sideways, "The group of disciples under Sanqing's subordinates admire you very much, and let them see you like this. It's not disillusioned. .”

"Aren't they disillusioned yet?" Li Zhaoming rubbed his red ears and muttered, "Since Yuanshi and Tongtian quarreled every day, they should have been disillusioned long ago after hearing the content of the quarrel."

Ling Zhuzi acted as if she hadn't heard, turned her head to look at Zixiao Palace, frowned, and finally pushed the person into the door.

"Haotian, send him to his own palace to stay! Run around again—"

The Lingzhu swept over with bright red eyes, and Li Zhaoming exploded like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and rolled into the door at a high speed: "I promise I won't come out—" No wonder!

"Humph."

"Hey third brother, where are you going?" Li Zhaoming turned around and asked when he entered the gate of Zixiao Palace.

After clearing the ginseng fruit in his hand, Lingzhu raised his hand to call for his gun.

"Go and fight with Feng!"

The heroic figure was locked outside the vermilion gate of Zixiao Palace. Li Jiancheng never dreamed that this farewell, when he saw the Lingzhu again, the world would already be turned upside down.

——The moment he entered Zixiao Palace, he was locked up by Hongjun.

He later found out that shortly after Lingzhuzi had a fight with Fenglai, nine of the ten princes of the Yao clan were killed by Houyi of the Wu clan.

No one cared about why the ten princes of the demon clan were led to the prehistoric wilderness during the Lich truce. They only said that the two clans of the Lich have never died since then.

Feng Lai entrusted the birth of the Wu Clan to play the piano for the prince of the Wu Clan. His luck has long been tied to the Wu Clan, so he must join the war.

And Ling Zhuzi also made good friends with Fuxi, and the ten princes of the Yaozu had also been taught by him, so they would definitely not sit back and watch the Yaozu retreat.

——Back then, because of Li Jiancheng, it was the spirit beads that prevented the monster race from refining the witch-slaying sword with the blood and soul of the human race.

How could Li Jiancheng not be able to hear the sound of the fifty-stringed zither resounding through the heavens outside Zixiao Palace?

"The second Lich Clan is exhausted."

"You can't change anything."

"What about Feng Lai?!"

Facing Hengjian, the person who prevented him from leaving the palace, and looking at the indifferent Taoist wearing a purple gold crown, Li Jiancheng felt chills in his heart.

"It's all right for the phoenix to come." The purple-robed Taoist stood with his eyes downcast, his indifferent expression never changing in the slightest.

Li Jiancheng realized later that since he returned to Zixiao Palace, he seemed to have never seen Luo Hu again.

Is the person in front of him still the Hongjun he knew?

The war seems to have been premeditated, it came quickly, and it ended quickly.

The twelve ancestor witches died except for the Houtu who had transformed into the six realms of reincarnation. The demon king and queen of the demon race died, and the Eastern Emperor disappeared.Fuxi is in the town of all over the world, falling into reincarnation and disappearing.Nuwa retreated to Taisutian and never came out of Wa Palace.

But when he saw Fenglai again, it was after the great change in Zixiao Palace, when he was seriously injured, the dying Patriarch Minghe took away the sword bone and threw it into the sea of ​​blood.

When the prehistoric Dao of Heaven wanted to seize Hongjun's consciousness, he probably didn't expect that it would be taken advantage of by the Dao of a higher level.

The fifty strings are like weeping like complaints, and the sound of the qin is cut off; the bright pearl enters the sea of ​​blood, and gradually gives birth to red lotus.

The sword light was piercing to the bone.

A golden light flashed before his eyes, the plank road door opened, and he returned to his hometown.

After falling to the ground, he couldn't stand still for a moment, half supported his body with his sword, and spat out a big mouthful of blood with a "wow".

The silver hairpin that tied the hair had been broken in the storm long ago. At this moment, the long hair poured down, and the ends of the hair swept across the ground. Looking from a distance, it seemed that the whole body was covered with frost and snow.

He sat half-kneeling on the ground, wiping the blood off his lips expressionlessly.

After a long silence, he covered his eyes, and his body leaning on the sword began to tremble.

"Haha, hahahaha, hahahahahahaha——"

The white-haired young man looked up to the sky and laughed, the laughter was full of desolation and madness, and two lines of blood and tears flowed down.

He could no longer see Li Shimin's running figure and terrified face not far away. The last thing he remembered was Prince Changqin's scarlet eyes and that heart-piercing shout——

"Zhaoming, let's go—"

Leave Honghuang and never look back.

The author has something to say:

The first update, today’s top ten comments send out red envelopes~ Thank you, little cuties, for supporting the genuine version, okay~

Kangkang's next door pre-accepted comprehensive manga——

"[Comprehensive] Good Things Come in Pairs" is also known as "My Good Sister is Difficult Today"

While avoiding the pursuit of Yin and Yang Dao, Ma Cang accidentally knocked his head and dreamed of himself in the parallel world.

The parents are both loving and loving, the elder brother is cute but reliable, the partner is gentle and beautiful, the Himalayan cat is cute and cute, and the friends are all over the world.

Successfully became the Shaman King, and the Ma Cang family was pissed off in minutes.

The most important thing is that the self in the parallel world is male.

It can be called a winner in life.

Ma Canghao looked down at himself, female, seven years old, living in the wilderness, all the thugs were stupid.The kitty in the past stabbed her once, and now her brother is on the way to stab her. There is no father, no mother, no brother, no sister, no gay friend, no date.

The contrast is too tragic, Ma Cang had better choose a dog leash.

No, I can still stick to it.

The good sister who used the parallel world script as a strategy is also working hard today to become a shaman king who makes people surrender.

感谢在2019-11-1600：19：02～2019-11-1620：05：32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: the taste of the world is 5 bottles of Qinghuan; born for her, died for her, and 1 bottle at dusk;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!