Heaven is fearless

Tianheng watched Yougou go out with the child in his arms, and he reconstructed the origin of Yaoguang's life experience in his heart, and he let out a sigh of relief after confirming that there were no loopholes.

Arowanas have always given birth to one child, but I don’t know if it’s because the blood of the witch clan confuses the purity of the arowana’s bloodline. The demon emperor Jade God conceives twins, and the strength required for the growth of two arowanas is too huge. In order to save the lives of the two children, the demon emperor refined their blood, making one into a dragon fish and the other into a witch clan, avoiding their fighting.

In the seal jointly created by Kai Yang and Yuan Sheng, the child of the blood of the witch clan was born on time, and the demon emperor could not protect himself. He could not raise him up, so he sealed it in his body and entrusted it to the witch until he was about to die. Tianheng, the high priest of the clan.

This reason perfectly explains the ins and outs of Yaoguang's life experience, as long as he can be raised...

Thinking of this, Tian Heng twisted his fingers thoughtfully.

Fluctlight is a real body separated from the Dao of Heaven. He tried to enter the body of Fluctlight just now, but was blocked by an invisible barrier.

He can clearly perceive that the fluctlight is a part of his body, just like an arm or an organ of his own. It is familiar and kind, but it just cannot be manipulated——as the law says, the fluctlight will act as A whole new life form survived.

But as the way of heaven, he didn't feel that he was missing a part?

This inexplicable feeling of "an extra hand" is very strange. Tian Heng experienced it a little bit, and suddenly had the illusion that he had become an octopus.

After the incident in the sea area was over, there was no reason for the dangerous building to stay in the East China Sea. After a day, the building suspended in the clouds in the high sky began to replenish spirit stones and prepare to set off back to the Far East, passing through the gap between immortals and mortals. Space barriers require huge spiritual power. Fortunately, the Wu clan is rich, and the spiritual stones in the dangerous buildings are piled up like mountains and seas, otherwise they might not be able to go back.

The process of breaking through the barrier was very short, like passing through a thin bubble, the concentration of aura in the air rose suddenly, and as the mountains unfolded, more and more cultivators controlling various magic tools gradually increased.

When the dangerous building flew over a vast town, Ming Xiao paused because of the fluctuation of spiritual power from a distance, put down the chess pieces in his hands, and hugged the flutter light on the top floor. "The sorcerer raised his eyes, stretched out his hand and pulled the bell tied by the golden rope beside him: "Visitors from Kunlun, open the door to welcome them."

The dangerous building was huge, and Ming Yi led his disciples to see it from a distance. The middle door of the high-rise building surrounded by lanterns opened, and the teenagers and girls dressed in the style of the witch tribe flew out smiling and waving lively towards this side.

Ming Yi took a deep breath, the closer she got to the dangerous building, the more violent her heartbeat was, Senior Brother Ming Xiao was there...

"Ming Yi, the elder of Kunlun Taisu Sword Sect, led 68 disciples under his sect, and took the liberty to come to visit and welcome the suzerain back to the mountain."

The bright and sassy girl used her spiritual power to amplify the volume, announced loudly, and kept her posture very low, which gave the Wu clan enough face.

"Please suzerain return to the mountain!"

Taisu Jianzong's disciples are all uniformly dressed in light blue, with a flowing white belt stretching out Jianxiu's thin waist, and narrow sleeves that are easy to move around his wrists. Different styles of swords are hung on the waist, or With their backs behind them, when 68 bowed to salute the dangerous building together, they were very imposing.

The boys and girls who flew out of the dangerous building were startled by the battle, looked at each other blankly, and those who were bold enough approached them quietly, wanting to talk to them, but they were ruthlessly held back by the disciples of Taisu Sword Sect His face was so frightened that he didn't dare to make a sound.

How did they know that these disciples were not cold, serious and unreasonable at all. They were so excited that they could get the chance to welcome Mingxiao Xianzun back to the mountain, but the more excited they were, the more they remembered to be in Wu Maintain the demeanor of Taisu Sword Sect in front of the clansmen, and absolutely must not embarrass the sect!Let alone embarrassing Immortal Ming Xiao!

A group of sword cultivators stared at the gate of the dangerous building with eyes as bright as wolves, for fear of missing the scene of Ming Xiao Xianzun's appearance, and for a moment they were so excited that they forgot that there was a group of Wu people who came to greet them.

One of the most courageous witch girls rolled her eyes and caught sight of a handsome little sword cultivator in the team. That sword cultivator looked like a teenager, and his slightly round face tried to be consistent with his companions. It really doesn't suit him, but it highlights the youthful immaturity in him.

The witch girl turned the silver bracelet on her wrist, thought for a moment, and put it on intimately: "You are also here to pick up the immortal? What's your name?"

The sword cultivator who was favored suddenly turned red into a monkey's ass. He had never been so close to a girl since he was a child. The senior sisters and sisters around him all practiced swordsmanship, and their personality was not like that of a witch girl... A special tenderness.

He tried his best to straighten his back with a red and hot face, and said stammeringly: "I, I have admired Sect Master Mingxiao for a long time. Sect Master's swordsmanship is superb, and he is a model for my sect to learn from. We have been listening to him since we were young." I grew up with the suzerain's stories..."

He spoke more and more fluently, his eyes were bright as fire with excitement and longing, the smile of the witch girl who asked the question was slightly stiff, and two big question marks slowly appeared in his eyes.

The focus of my question is on the second question, why did you suddenly give me two or three things about Mingxiao Xianzun? !

All right, I know you admire him a lot, Yumu idiot.

The little swordsman Balabala praised Ming Xiao one after another, as if the fountain had finally found its outlet, the girl didn't interrupt him impatiently, she still listened with a smile, and waited for him to finish a paragraph before saying meaningfully. Exclaimed: "Are all sword cultivators like you? It's really... miraculous."

Xiao Jianxiu blinked and said blankly, "Thank you...thank you?"

But his voice was overshadowed by another louder and more excited voice. Elder Mingyi didn't care about the whispering between the disciples behind and the Wu people. She just stared at the gate of the dangerous building without blinking from the beginning to the end. When the familiar white figure appeared, her voice even trembled: "Senior brother!"

The disciples who were still talking to others just now shut their mouths, and stared at Ming Xiao with wide eyes, even breathing a little faster - this is Sect Master Ming Xiao!They have never been so close to Sect Master Ming Xiao!

The man who came out of the dangerous building was imposing, with white hair scattered behind his back, like a long sword hiding the front, Ming Yi watched him approach slowly, his eyes suddenly turned red: "Brother...your hair...your hair is... what happened?"

Ming Xiao calmly changed the topic: "It's okay, it's just a small accident."

Ming Yi moved his lips, apparently not believing his words.

The scene where the senior brother had to deal with the tide of monsters before his disappearance was too tragic. She didn't believe it was a small accident at all. Cultivators cultivate immortality and body, don't eat mortal valleys, and won't get fat and thin like ordinary people. Every trace of change is related to practice, and only when the soldiers are about to dissolve will they appear old due to a large amount of aura being released. Senior brother's white hair is not a good sign no matter how you look at it.

But she didn't ask any more, the senior brother always had his own ideas, and he would never say anything he didn't want to say.

Ming Xiao's answer caused a moment of silence between the two of them. This kind of silence didn't seem awkward, just like the kind of silence that old friends often have when they meet again, like warm and thick running water.

During this silence, Ming Yi suddenly remembered something. She stretched out her right hand and wiped the belt, and a light blue light emerged from the belt. The light gradually faded, and it was like a bunch of silver-white lotus flowers blooming in the void. .

In her empty right hand was a plain white sword hilt that looked like jade but not jade, and the sharp sword body that glowed with cold light was solidified inch by inch. The quality of this sword was transparent, not like cast iron, but more like ice Congealed, there is a sword tassel hanging from the hilt, exquisite in style, but covered with dry dark red blood, the tassel at the end has been cut off in half, hanging miserably at the end of the hilt.

This sword has a noble temperament, like Lin Shaoyue and Song Jianxue, but its sharp sword is covered with spider web-like lines, making it suspicious that it will shatter into countless pieces if it is touched again.

Ming Xiao fixed his eyes on the sword as soon as it appeared. The sword that has accompanied countless springs and autumns was silent, and the aura on the sword has dimmed. It now looks nothing like an overly delicate decorative sword. Different—it was still a decorative sword that was about to shatter and decay.

Ming Yi held it up with both hands, and said softly: "Brother, Ah Zhao came out in a hurry, so I didn't bring it with me. I went to Taixu Palace, and now Xiaoxue Tianjian...is returned to its original owner."

Ming Xiao didn't reach out to pick it up immediately, he just looked at the long sword quietly, he was honored as the sword master, the sect of the sword of the world, and was famous all over the world for the sword he used, but in the end it was nothing more than this ending.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the sword master in white clothes with big sleeves raised his hand and lightly tapped the Xiaoxuetian sword. He didn't use much strength, and only a faint layer of spiritual power gathered on his fingertips. Ming Yi felt it in astonishment. Xiaoxue Tianjian, who had been dead for many years, suddenly let out a low buzzing sound, and before she could make a sound in surprise, the Zhenchang sword slammed and completely shattered into several pieces in her hand.

It's like a soul that has been waiting for its master for many years, finally fulfilled its last wish, and can pass away peacefully.

"Brother?!" Ming Yi turned pale with shock.

Ming Xiao took out a plain white brocade handkerchief, wrapped the broken piece of iron in the brocade handkerchief and put it away, and said softly: "There is no hope of salvation, so don't worry about it."

Ming Yi stared at him blankly, the white hair of the fairy standing against the backlight was slightly shiny, and she couldn't even tell for a while whether the senior brother meant something or not.

Ming Xiao didn't give her time to think about it. Tu Zhao walked up behind him at some point, and stood respectfully and docilely one step behind him: "Master Witch is sick again today, and I don't see any guests, Miss Yougou Send word, 'see you soon'."

Ming Xiao nodded, according to the etiquette, the members of the Taisu Sword Sect should go to visit the master of the witch clan, but the master said that he had no visitors, so there was no reason to force them to come.

Sword Master Ming Xiao's snow-covered pupils calmly swept across the 68 disciples behind Ming Yi one by one. When he caught his gaze, everyone would involuntarily straighten their backs and their hearts would beat faster.

"Follow me and return to Kunlun." His voice was not high, but everyone who held his breath could clearly hear his order.

"Yes! Follow the order of the suzerain!" The disciples shouted in unison, and the sound shook the sky.

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Xu Shixi still didn't catch his younger brother. Before Ming Xiao and others went to the sea area to find the Jade God, Xi Yi went back to Gui Shen one step ahead of time. It wasn't because he remembered the duties he had never performed on a whim, but... Yuan Hua, who was ordered by him to reflect in Wangchuan, ran out again.

This "again" is very spiritual.

In order to prevent Yuanhua from disturbing Tianheng's affairs, Xiyi found an excuse to lock him up one step ahead of time. He originally planned to release this thorny head when all the dust settled, and directly inherit the throne of Ghost Creature , but I didn't expect that Yuan Hua, a ghost, was not a guy who could accept punishment obediently and obediently.

The lunatic Hunjun who sat on the throne of the emperor before his death has his own set of rules. Unfortunately, the ghost king Xiyi is definitely not the one who can make him show his throat.

Xi Yi is not in the ghosts, and there is no one in the ghosts who can stop the actions of the red-clothed mountain ghost. Wangchuan is the ultimate place of death, but as long as the method is right, cultivating ghosts in it will be twice the result with half the effort. Yuan Hua stays in it peacefully. For several years, he even ran quietly. If the ghost girls hadn't discovered it by accident, Xi Yi would not know that this guy had run away without a trace.

Fortunately, the flutter has appeared now, the next high priest of the witch clan has been found, the demon emperor has also appeared, and the sons of luck have returned to their positions. As long as the little flutter is brought up again, the incarnation of heaven will be It doesn't matter if Yuan Hua runs out now if he succeeds and retires.

Thinking of this, Xi Yi turned into blue smoke and ran towards the bleak ghost creature, but was stopped in front of the ghost creature's boundary marker.

No, it's not considered to be stopped, after all, no one in the world dares to block the ghost king's pace so boldly, but when he saw this figure, Xi Yi stopped unconsciously.

The sky of ghosts and monsters is always a faint scarlet, like the bloody red Wangchuan River, a place without a city is a dead wilderness, a flock of crows devouring carrion hovers and spreads its wings, and ghosts from unknown places cry It keeps ringing day after day, like a bagpipe that has been broken, blowing desolately.

Ghosts are a place that absolutely belongs to the dead. Everything here is lonely and cold. Except for dead souls, strangers cannot enter. Therefore, the young man standing beside the half stone tablet is particularly abrupt.

The stele is only in half, and the word "ghost" is engraved in scarlet characters with claws and claws. The strokes are dripping with blood, and the words are full of malicious greed, and the young man standing beside the stele is so clean that he is almost embarrassed A white monk's robe, with golden patterns around the cuffs, and a long prayer bead on his wrist. Sensing Xi Yi's approach, he opened his eyes and looked at the person who was about to give him a hug, like a innocent child in front of a Buddha.

Those are a pair of strange pupils. At first glance, they are slightly lighter gray-black, but in the faint light of ghosts, his pupils are as fine and thin as gold sand. This gorgeous color is more radiant and luxurious than the stars. , Xi Yi has only seen it in the eyes of one person so far.

"Won't……"

He murmured.