After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

Enemies gone?

Xie Yu stood behind the flowers, silent.

There was no such thing in my previous life.

The conversation with the disciples continued.

"Qiu Lingjun is too miserable. He just went to Jiazhou, and his family is... well, I don't know what our Sword Sect will do."

"This is clearly provoking us."

"Didn't Qiu Lingjun sever ties with the family?"

"Blood relationship, how can it really be broken? Besides, will the devil care? They just want to anger us."

"What can I do, really go to the Demon Realm?"

That being said, going is impossible.There are restrictions in the Demon Realm. Immortal cultivators will be lowered by a large level if they enter. Even Hongxue Immortal Venerable is in danger of falling if he is besieged once he enters. The price of destroying the Demon Realm is too high.

"You can't ignore it."

"We can't ignore it. We don't care if the Chou family is destroyed... One day, the Jianzong will be destroyed, and no one will care."

"Bah, bah, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"My sword sect is number one in Cang Lan!"

"Just talk, just talk."

"...the lips are dead and the teeth are cold."

The world of cultivating immortals is dominated by each, and the forces are scattered, far from the unity of the Demon Realm. This is why the Demon Realm can still survive in a corner even after a few tides of decline.The ancestor of the Chou family fell, and the Chou family had to disappear.If the accident happened to the head of Jianzong and several core elders, then everyone in Jianzong would be like a bereaved dog and be displaced.

Worry too much.

But it is also because there is no strict hierarchy system in the world of cultivating immortals that a hundred flowers bloom and thousands of families contend, creating countless outstanding people and noble morals, and the advantages far outweigh the disadvantages.

In this tide, the world of cultivating immortals is generally in a losing position because it has been at ease for too long, and the demon realm has been dormant for too long.

Several sword glows slid across the sky of Jianzong.The sword intent is fierce, and the breath is as vast as the sea.

The disciples who saw him all bowed their heads and saluted with admiration in their eyes.

No. 1 of Jianzong, Hongxue Xianzun, Feng Faiyue.

"Wu Shuang, come to Misty Palace."

A summons sounded in Xie Yu's ear, and he lowered his eyes, "Got it."

Xie Yu was not the only one who received the news, there were many people waiting in Misty Palace.

Seeing that Feng Ciyue was injured, Ling Xun frowned and said, "What did that old ghost say? Why did you go alone, Hongxue, how long will your injury last?"

The enemy family is destroyed, they can't sit idly by.After discussion, they will take the initiative to set off a battle between the two mountains, and slaughter tens of thousands of soldiers from the Demon Realm to comfort the spirit of the Chou Clan in heaven.At that time, Feng Ciyue will still be needed.

Feng Ciyue is still full of moonlight.

He raised his sword and wrote lightly: "No problem."

Yun Buqi received the magic fortune teller, and when he came in, he smiled brightly: "Killed the two venerables? Hongxue, you have given our Jianzong a face."

Shen Suanzi followed closely behind, and said apologetically, "I didn't expect the Demon Realm to send four venerables." He even didn't expect Feng Ciyue to keep two of them.But Feng Ciyue's cultivation has reached this level, why doesn't he ascend?He sighed in his heart, he was in big trouble.

Feng Ciyue looked over and said calmly: "It's nothing. It's just a small injury." He thought for a while, "I can fight then."

All the disciples of Jianzong who are waiting are outstanding in recent years.

Yi Luoling pricked up his ears, and said excitedly, "Two venerables? Is that what I thought? Immortal Hongxue is so strong! A role model for us." When will her cultivation reach the level of Immortal Hongxue.

Huang Zui was also shocked, and at the same time felt a little emotional: "I'm afraid my ancestor is... as expected of the Feng family."

He was born in a famous family, and he has been in Jianzong for nearly a hundred years, and he is still used to looking at problems from the perspective of the family.The Feng clan, Canglan's first clan, both the Qiu clan and the Huang clan are far behind.

Jianzong No.1 Feng Ciyue came from Feng's family.

There are probably no less than five immortals in the Feng clan.

Yun Buqi seldom participated in these thought-consuming things. He thought it was troublesome. He admired the shocking or admiring glances of the juniors. He caught a glimpse of... Xie Yu who seemed to be indifferent.

Not quite right.

Xie Yu was Hongxue's apprentice, not to mention being proud of his master, at least he would be a little happy. He frowned, and asked directly via voice transmission: "Wushuang, what are you thinking?"

Xie Yu looked over and said frankly, "I'm thinking about when Master will attain the Tao."

Yun Buqi choked, and he also thought about it.

That's right, Hongxue is so strong, why doesn't he ascend.Joy turned to worry, he no longer cared about Xie Yu, and suggested: "Hongxue, why don't you go later. Take care of your wounds." He paused, "After this battle, you should have some insights and go to retreat Practice."

Feng Ciyue understood Yun Buqi's meaning: "It's just a small injury." Before Yun Buqi could persuade him again, "I have my own plan."

Wushuang will also go to Liangjie Mountain this time, he is worried.

Gotta see for yourself.

It's not easy to mention Yunbuqi.

Ling Xun looked at Xie Yu and the others with a gentle smile: "You have been in the sect for a hundred years." These people are still children in his eyes, but the world is like this, so he changed his voice and said sternly, "It's time to see blood. You should have heard the elders mention Liangjie Mountain."

Mountains of Two Realms.The place where the realm of cultivating immortals and the realm of demons meet, is a veritable meat grinder.Every hundred years, a large number of disciples from various sects go to fight, and there are people who do not return every year.

Hundreds of people fight and one person returns, and there are many bones piled high on the ground.

There is no grass in the red land, and the blood is full of snow.

"The experiences, secret realms, and sect competitions that you participated in before were all in the realm of cultivating immortals. You haven't really seen blood, and you don't know what real cruelty is." Ling Xun is always sad and proud when mentioning this matter. "My disciples of the Sword Sect are the main force to fight against the Liangjie Mountains. We have been at the forefront of resisting the Demon Realm since the establishment of our sect. Don't you always see brothers and sisters coming and going in the sect? Yes, they have been Going back and forth between the two mountains."

"It's your turn."

The world of cultivating immortals decided to launch the battle of the two mountains every hundred years in advance. It was said to be a hundred years, but in fact, because the world of cultivating immortals had the upper hand, the battles were not as frequent as before. It was launched every 150 or 180 years.

This time forward 50 years.

The Two Boundaries Mountain, with the mountain as the boundary, separates the two worlds.The thick clouds that cannot be dispelled, the shards of snow like ice, there is a chill that even monks can't stop, and they want to drink a kind of wine made from Yan rice.

Almost all the monks here wear wine bags.

At the place where Jianzong was stationed, several people were chatting and laughing.

"A newcomer is coming."

"So early? How old are they? They can't be only a hundred years old! They didn't have all their hair and came to Liangjie Mountain."

"There is no shortage of people here, what does the sect think?"

"How long can they stay here without arguing to go back?"

"The key is how much can survive?"

"It's too early, why bother."

A scribbled handsome uncle came in and said, "What do you think? If you die sooner or later, you have to die. If you die early, you will be reborn sooner."

"Hey, Huang Yao." The acquaintance greeted, "Why are you back?"

Lintian joked, "Didn't you say you would never go back to this ghostly place again?"

Huang Yao pulled his face: "Zongmen is even more terrifying."

It's not a day or two since the old man wanted to warn the old man, "What I want is to travel around the mountains and rivers, and live a happy life. Who wants to be a father to a group of youngsters who have just joined the sect every day."

"Hahaha." Lintian joked, "It's because you don't know what to do, that's the elder of Jianzong, and the master of a peak." He and Huang Yao are good friends.

There are also people who are yin and yang: "He just doesn't know what's good or bad."

He Ziang just didn't get along with Huang Yao. He felt that Huang Yao, apart from his talent, was too weak to support the wall. He didn't know where the elders fell in love with him.

Lin Tian raised his eyebrows, but smiled silently.

Huang Yao didn't talk nonsense: "Look at the trick!"

Just deal with the bitch directly.

When Xie Yu and the others arrived, they saw a towering straw sandal. The straw sandal was pressing down on a person. That person resisted with all his strength, his face flushed, and he roared, "Huang Yao!"

Yi Luoling didn't understand, and was stunned: "What kind of method is this?"

Are those shoes magic weapons?

Talent.

Huang Zui recognized it, his lips twitched, and he coughed frantically: "Cough, cough, cough."

Second uncle, someone is here!Stop it!

Lintian just saw the newcomer coming, he glanced, his eyes froze when he landed on someone, there is a famous person from the generation of Jianzong, he seems to be called Xie Wushuang, it should be him: "Junior brother and younger sister are here, Come on, please sit down."

Shen Chungui had never been to Liangjie Mountain before, his cultivation base was a little low, he suffered from the wind and cold, and his face was flushed.

The young man's voice was gentle: "This is Liangjie Mountain?" It was said that the camp was just a simple tent, a fire was lit, and everyone was sitting on the ground. He turned around and said with a smile, "Wu Shuang, we meet again."

Haven't seen you for a while.

Xie Yu hummed, his expression was always cold.

It's time for Shen Chun to return, his best friend.

Shen Chungui stretched out his white fingertips to warm the fire, looked at the streamers, and said with emotion: "There are really a lot of people here, do you want to catch up later?" Seeing Xie Yu staring at him, he said unnaturally, " What's wrong?"

His brows and eyes are warm, his green clothes are embroidered with green bamboo, and he looks like a bright moon, "What's on my face?"

Xie Yu handed over a wine bag: "You caught a cold."

Shen Chungui: "..." He was a little astonished. After knowing each other for so long, Wushuang seemed to care about him for the first time. Not to mention being flattered was fake, he took it, "Thank you."

The two people's hands briefly touched, Shen Chungui felt a bit chilly, he lowered his head, that hand was very beautiful, with thin white flesh, faint blue blood vessels on the back of the hand, illuminated by the fire, a little crystal clear Vulnerability.

But he knew it was an illusion,

Jian Zong Xie Wushuang is not weak, in this tide, no one can surpass him.

Shen Chungui knew what he wanted, but he also knew to restrain himself, otherwise, as Qiu Lingjun said, he would die a miserable death.The beauty and strength of the person in front of him is too indifferent.

Loving him is destined to be like a moth to a flame.

Any reasonable person would stop him, just be friends. He uncorked the cork, took a sip of the spirits, and said with a smile to Xie Yu, "I've heard about the Yanmi Wine from Liangjie Mountain a long time ago. Today I tasted it, and it really lives up to its reputation."

The scalding heat went straight to the heart, the young man's eyes were like melted amber, mixed with tenderness and pain, "Good wine."

Most of people's pain comes from being too sober and rational.

The cold wind howled, and the flames jumped.

The uproarious voices were suddenly pulled far away, and he asked Xie Yu, "Will we always be friends?"