Heaven is fearless

Kunlun Mountain, which is always windy and snowy, has a rare cessation of the cold wind. The sword cultivators guarding the mountain gate in shifts are still wearing blue sword uniforms, but they wear uniform jade buttons on their waists. There was a sense of festiveness on the robe.

The suzerain was overjoyed, and naturally he would not treat his disciples badly. All kinds of spiritual stones and herbs were usually brought out of the suzerain's private treasury. The male cultivators also wore more or less red ornaments, not to mention the female cultivators who were born to love beauty. They are gone.

Such a festive scene probably only appeared ten years ago when Sect Master Ming Xiao returned to the sect, but that matter was still a private matter of the sect, and there were many powerful people who died in the tide of monsters, so it was not good for the Taisu Sword Sect to celebrate with great fanfare.

This time it was different, the leader of the Immortal Dao, Sword Master Mingxiao, formed a pact with the other party who was also the leader of the Wu Clan with the same aloof status. As soon as this incident happened, all cultivators in the world were alarmed.

Those two are not dispensable people!

The number one in the world who is in charge of the Taisu Sword Sect, the witch master who can see things coming and going, any marriage is worthy of serious attention, who knows that the two of them actually came together, it shocked everyone eyeballs.

All of a sudden, all kinds of scripts and operas were secretly sung, and the ascetics who spent their spare time in addition to practicing and gossiping had extremely rich imaginations, and they wished to clean up all the past of these two.

Some people even found out that when the shaman went to Kunlun many years ago to divination for Mingxiao, who was not the suzerain at that time, he secretly met everyone with Mingxiao in the back mountain behind his back, and vowed that they were absolutely in the same place. At that time, there were signs - not many people believed in this gossip, because there were too many details, among other things, since they met secretly, how did you know?

Although the sudden good news of these two people shocked everyone, all the ascetics who received the wedding invitations were in a hurry to pack up their luggage, equip gifts, and set off from Dongfu to Kunlun ten and a half months earlier. Those who could not receive the wedding invitation They also flocked to Kunlun one after another, hoping to get some happiness from Sword Master Mingxiao, and it would be good to join in the fun if they can't.

I heard that the scale of the ceremony is extremely grand. Not only the various sects, but also the monsters and ghosts have sent wedding invitations. Not to mention the Pure Land Buddhist Sect who has always been in harmony with the Taisu Sword Sect. Before he came out, Busheng, the Buddhist son who is now walking outside, brought the monks to Kunlun Mountain long ago. When they arrived, even the small town at the foot of the mountain could clearly see the Buddha's light.

As for the wedding invitation sent to the ghosts, although everyone didn't say it clearly, they all knew that it was just a polite etiquette. , Most of them don't like to go out in the daytime, the fairy, the witch and the master form a bond, and the guests are the Buddhist disciples of the Buddhist sect. With such a configuration, it is estimated that even the ghost king will not show up, so no one took this wedding invitation seriously.

There are few such sensational and lively pure happy events in the cultivation world. The day of the contract has not yet arrived, and the small town at the foot of Kunlun Mountain is already full of cultivators who come to join in the fun. All the important figures at the banquet were directly admitted to the Taisu Sword Sect Guest House.

There are endless streams of cultivators in the small town. As the number one sect in the world, Taisu Sword Sect is quite generous and quick. It has booked all the inns in the town in advance, so that the cultivators who come to congratulate them can live there, and they also prepare The dishes of the flowing water banquet were served to celebrate the suzerain's great joy.

The Taisu Sword Sect is generous, and the Wu Clan is not far behind. Originally, the ceremony of the contract was held on Kunlun Mountain. Hold your nose and admit it, now when it comes to spending money to entertain guests, if they can't compare with Taisu Sword Sect, I'm afraid that even the Wu clan will lose face. It's okay for them to lose face, but the high priest can't lose face!

Isn't it just money? The witch clan doesn't have much else, but the spirit stone is enough!

The Wu people with several spiritual veins opened the storeroom, and the spirit stones inside gushed out of the storehouse door like sea water pouring down. They packed these valuable spirit stones in sacks like stones, and stood on the dangerous building Bag after bag was poured into the small town, and it seemed that there was a rain of spirit stones in the town. This handwriting shocked all the cultivators, even the powerful people who lived on Kunlun Mountain were dumbfounded when they heard it.

Sprinkle spirit stones directly!This is not throwing copper coins in the world, it is a real spirit stone!

The cultivators who saw the Lingshi rain went crazy, and flocked here with friends and companions, and this kind of Lingshi rain, which shocked the world, was played by the Wu Clan every day for seven days!

The spirit stones they threw out could almost pile up into mountains, which completely refreshed the cultivators' understanding of the Wu Clan. If it weren't for the formation of the contract between Mingxiao Sword Master and Tianheng Witch Master, there would be a Taisu Sword Sect behind the Wu Clan As a backer, maybe someone who is obsessed with ghosts will do something irreversible.

"But... I'm actually still a little puzzled. Senior brother and Tianheng Xingjun haven't had much contact in the past ten years? They haven't met as many times as senior brother and Demon Lord Mingxue..." Ming Yi and You Gou Walking together, when no one was around, the heroic girl frowned and said.

Yougou was startled, but remained calm: "Isn't it because the dangerous building is in the far east, too far away from Kunlun, and the high priest has spent the past ten years on teaching the flutter priest, so we rarely meet each other?" A little bit, but maybe they have their own means of communication?"

But by saying this, Yougou was a little confused. She probably knew that most of the origin of the bond ceremony was due to the effect of love Gu, but love Gu is not rooted in love without a reason, and everything is not created out of thin air. Also pay attention to a step-by-step process, this affection should be slowly transferred from another emotion, and it should also increase slowly.

In the past ten years, the high priest and Mingxiao Xianzun met twice, and they parted ways after a quick glance. They were so affectionate that they could make an unswerving vow... You Gou didn't know what he should think The high priest is really charming enough, but he should think that Ming Xiao Xianzun is a brat who doesn't know the taste of love, so that he throws down his helmet and armor when he first tastes it.

But until now, she didn't dare to think about whether the affection of Ming Xiao Xianzun was transferred from what kind of feelings she had for someone.

Ming Yi raised his head and hummed for a long time: "Perhaps...but if Demon Lord Mingxue comes this time, how should we arrange the location?"

Yougou's scalp tingled.

This was the reason why she didn't dare to think about the origin of Ming Xiao's emotional transfer.

According to Tu Zhao's occasional messages, there seems to be some conflict between his master and Uncle Mingxue, and they are not as close as before. Uncle Mingxue rushed to Kunlun to find his brother several times excitedly. He left angrily, but his master, his face didn't change from the beginning to the end.

This kind of statement... makes You Gou feel guilty!

Mingyi just mentioned it casually, and walked to the front without waiting for Yougou's answer. At the same time, the Kunlun bell rang, the mountain gate opened wide, and the guests showed their magical powers. sky.

The small town at the foot of the Kunlun Mountains erupted into cheers like a tsunami. With the ringing of the bell, the dangerous building began to dump spiritual stones again, and the flowing spiritual energy almost rolled into a small vortex in the air.

The disciples received the guests in an orderly manner and went to the viewing platform. Unlike the big wedding banquet in the mortal world, the cultivation world does not pay much attention to the desire of food and drink. Except for the flowing water feast imitated by the mortal world, the Taisu Sword Sect and the banquet are all Bigu Da Neng, did not set up any round table meals, but displayed a lot of short tables one by one, and the same two tables on the high table, with a sense of seriousness and no desire to open a forum.

In fact, it is not far from it, the process of forming a contract is simple, and the remaining time is used to discuss the Tao with Mingxiao Xianzun and Tianheng Xingjun.

These two are the top powerhouses in the world with their own preferences. No matter whose practice experience is of great benefit to others, let alone Tianheng Xingjun lives in seclusion and discusses this matter in public. From his succession to the present, it is still For the first time, no one wants to miss it.

The audience under the stage was filled with people one after another. The first ones who came were the monks of the Pure Land Buddhism. They sat down obediently behind the Buddha and recited the scriptures in a low voice. The leader of the Buddha also bowed his head. With half-closed eyes, his demeanor is gentle but inexplicably alienated, which makes many cultivators who want to talk to him hesitate.

The first row is of course the place with the best view. The short table is occupied by Buddha, and the middle one sits an imposing young man in black with long hair tied in a crown. Those who are more like a violent king in the mortal world.

Someone looked at his back and pondered for a while, then reacted, mouthed to his companion, pointed to the west with his hand, and waved his palm.

The companion was taken aback for a moment, but immediately realized, his brows were also raised high.

To the west, that is the territory of the Demon Realm, but Demon Venerable Mingxue and Mingxiao Immortal Venerable are twins of blood. The elder brother is married, so the younger brother has a look. There is nothing wrong with it. , as soon as he sees Moxiu, he will kill him.

Beside him is a ten-year-old boy with a childish appearance. His small body is wearing a deep coat with large sleeves. Layers of purple clothes like flowing water are wrapped around his body. His long hair is neatly tied behind his back, and the hair is dense Wearing silver chain gemstones scatteredly, a child is decorated like a snow boy, exquisite and lovely.

Everyone recognized his identity, the costumes of the Wu Clan are so recognizable. Ten years ago, Tianheng Xingjun let out the rumor that there was already a disciple Yaoguang who could inherit the position of High Priest of the Wu Clan. Now, exactly as it should be.

Yaoguang attended as a representative of the Wu Clan. Apart from Tianheng, he was the only one in the Wu Clan who was qualified to sit in this position. You Gou, who came a step late, knelt and sat behind him, whispering this in his ear .

The short man next to Yaoguang was empty, and a little further on was a man in a dark blue shirt. His face was so unfamiliar that everyone who saw him looked puzzled, and no one recognized who he was. Who, in all fairness, he is really good-looking, like a jade statue on the altar has a living appearance, a pair of eyes are particularly well-shaped, and the pupils are blue like the ever-changing deep sea.

But this unknown visitor didn't take a sip of the tea in his hand. He always turned his head to look at the small fluctuating light that was separated from him by a short table. The emotion in his eyes was inexplicable. , when Yaoguang turned his head to look over, he quickly lowered his head to cover himself, and when Yaoguang turned around, he turned his head back and resumed the previous posture. look like.

The cultivators who have watched the whole process later: ...

No, wait, the Yaoguang Shaojun of the Wu Clan is really cute, if that strange man has any unspeakable hobbies...

However, there were only a few people sitting in the first row, and a little speculation could be used to guess the identity of this unknown person. People who probably had a guess in their hearts communicated with each other, but no one walked forward to talk to each other ignorantly.

A Buddha son who is obviously in meditation, a demon king with a cloudy temper, a future witch master who is still a child, and a demon emperor who obviously has something on his mind... No fool would choose to go up at this time even if they want to talk to each other.

A Qingyue bell rang suddenly, and the witch girls in red smiled, and gently turned their wrists to ring the special silver bell in their hands, but the bell rang for a long time, and there was no movement on the high platform, and the faces of the guests gradually With puzzled expressions, they exchanged glances with each other.

After waiting for a while, Mozun Mingxue suddenly stood up. He was tall and tall, and he was sitting in the first row. Standing like this was very abrupt, and everyone turned their attention to him.

Tuying behind Mingxue frowned, and was about to say something when he saw his master's sleeve rolled up and blown out of the venue like the wind.

Tuying: ...

He can already foresee what will be spread in the cultivation world tomorrow, what kind of Demon Lord flung his sleeves away at his brother's wedding banquet, whether it is a violent cultivation technique or a moral degeneration...

But before his thoughts diverged further, an earth-shattering demonic energy exploded in the distance, and the entire Baiyu Capital was shocked by the explosion.

Tu Ying was taken aback for a moment, and her expression changed drastically.

This is Master's devilish energy!

There was a sudden silence in Bai Yujing, all the cultivators who exchanged glances jumped up, their expressions were calm, they rose from the sky, and walked towards the place where the demonic energy exploded.

Tu Ying walked ahead anxiously, turned a corner, but the first thing she saw was not Shizun, but Ming Yi, she probably had just arrived, before she realized what she saw, her lips trembled, and she screamed pitifully: " Brother!"

Tuying's pupils shrank, and the immortal fell down on the ground carved with white jade, spitting out blood, and his heavily embroidered silver and white robes for the grand ceremony were stained with scarlet bloodstains, Tianheng Xingjun was the same The style of dark purple clothes, the long hair is not tied, the thin silk curtains under the silver crown block the eyebrows and eyes, and the light-colored lips are pursed into a straight line.

He knelt down on the ground, hugging the upper body of Ming Xiao Immortal Venerable in his arms, quietly watching Ming Xiao coughing and vomiting warm blood, his expression was so calm that it was almost cruel. The whip, the whip was wrapped around his neck, and the beautiful but sharp blade of the whip popped out like a lotus flower, cutting the witch master's neck, and the blood flowed down the thin neck. This scene was extremely strange.

A gust of wind blew past Tuying's back, and Yougou rushed out, not caring about anything, and directly used both hands to untie the whip blade on Tianheng's neck, and just touching it caused deep wounds on his fingers.

"The High Priest!"

She panicked and shouted with a trembling voice, because Tianheng calmly stretched out a hand, and pushed Yougou away lightly and without rejection.

Under the curtain made of silver threads, Tianheng Xingjun's face was indifferent and cold, without the fear of his own life hanging by a thread, nor did he worry about Mingxiao's situation in his arms.

He was like a piece of indifferent ice.