Listen to the king's order

Mount Voga is towering and precipitous, and the climate on the mountain is harsh.

Many years ago, when Tianyanzong was still the number one sect in Weihe Wulin, in order to take care of those sect disciples who were not good at lightness kungfu and had difficulty going up the mountain, the then head of Tianyanzong, Immortal Fujia, sent people to live in the town circle of Fujia at the foot of the mountain. In a no-man's land, a reduced version of the Tianyan sect was repaired.

Until more than ten years ago, when the Tianyan sect retreated from the world, this reduced version of the house was never opened again, and it became an abandoned house after a long time.

At this moment, all the soldiers of Ziwei Xuanbing, Mufu's soldiers, and Chengtianjian's soldiers gathered in the large open space in front of the gate.

Xuanfeng stood with his hands behind his hands in an aqua blue gown, his face was clear and indifferent, with a smile in his eyes, he was concentrating warmly on a wooden plaque hanging on the edge of the door.On the plaque are engraved with three characters—Tianyanzong.

"120 years," Xuanfeng murmured, the cold wind below the mountain blew his silver hair, but failed to leave the slightest imprint on the face that could not discern the traces of time: "I have finally returned in a fair and honest manner. "

Standing behind Xuanfeng were Sha Sang and Mu Yao, their expressions moved slightly when they heard the words, and they both looked up at the dusty plaque in front of them.The words on the forehead are strong and powerful, and the writing is free and easy, but between strokes and strokes, they feel lonely and cold, as if they are independent from the world.

"My lord," Sha Sang took half a step forward, "Go in? I'll send someone to clean it up."

Xuanfeng raised his hand, stopped Sha Sang's movement, and said calmly: "No need, not everyone can enter here."

This sentence was quite calm, even if he listened carefully, he couldn't find any emotion, but Sha Sang felt that there was a meaning between the lines of the Lord's words that "no one is allowed to blaspheme the Tianyan sect".So he shut his mouth wisely and retreated to his original position.

"What's more, we don't have time to go in now."

In the cold winter season, there was a strong wind at the foot of Mount Fujia, Xuanfeng turned around calmly, and narrowed his eyes sharply.In front of him is a towering and majestic mountain, which is as sacred as the people say.Countless moon-white figures came on the wind, and Xuanfeng stared carefully, looking through these immature faces, as if he saw himself in the past.

In the past, he also had such a moon-white Taoist robe, on which light gray needlework was meticulously embroidered with layers of cirrus clouds, like the floating mist hovering over the Tianyan sect, dense and dense.

Xuanfeng raised his legs and walked forward, and the large group of people retreated to both sides in an orderly manner, making a small path for him.Xuanfeng walked calmly, as if walking in a leisurely garden.

The disciples of Tianyanzong fell to the ground in an orderly manner, standing on the opposite side of Xuanfeng, and arranged them in an orderly manner.But in terms of numbers, they are not at a complete disadvantage.However, everyone clearly knew that even if they could suppress Xuanfeng in terms of numbers, as soon as the pleading talisman was revealed, everything would be in vain.

Two figures, one fiery red and one moon white, flew towards Xuanfeng with the force of thunder, and landed directly in front of Xuanfeng.

Hua Wudao suppressed the ostentatious sharpness around him, and stood in front of everyone calmly for the first time. His eyes were calm, he stopped joking, and looked at Xuanfeng fixedly, as if he wanted to make this face the same as the Xuanfeng in his memory. Yu Zhenren overlapped together.But he failed, Xuanyu's demeanor is indifferent and immortal, and the Xuanfeng in front of him looks gentle and gentle on the surface, but the ground-breaking desire between his eyebrows and eyes can no longer be concealed.Apart from this white hair, I am afraid that there is no similarity between the two.

"Master was killed by you." Hua Wudao looked at Xuanfeng expressionlessly, and uttered a declarative sentence with a sullen face.

"No," Xuanfeng said truthfully, "Xuanyu committed suicide."

Hua Wudao: "You forced it."

The decisive tone caused Xuanfeng to smile slightly, and he blinked his eyes to express his acquiescence: "I have been your master for five years, so at least I have some affection. The rule I set back then: not to be an enemy of the Sky Eye Sect. Today Today, it will not change. However, Tianyanzong has been silent in the hands of Xuanyu for more than ten years, it is time to change the suzerain, what do you think?"

"Delusion!" Lan Xi drew his sword and took two steps forward, but was blocked by Hua Wudao's arm.

Hua Wudao dragged Lan Xi behind him, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to be the lord of the Sky Eye Sect?"

"No," Xuanfeng shook his head slightly, and looked at Hua Wudao with a slight smile: "It's you." He took two steps forward and walked in front of Hua Wudao: "Five years ago, you also helped me openly and secretly. A lot of work, I think we can continue to cooperate. How about I let you be the suzerain of the Tianyan Sect and the third elder of my Golden Lotus Sect?"

Hua Wudao's expression was a little loose, and he immediately sneered from his nose: "I am absurd, but not so absurd as to join forces with my master and enemy."

"It's okay, when I revive Master, I have many ways for you to cooperate with me." Xuanfeng stretched out his hand, and lightly brushed the invisible dust on Hua Wudao's shoulder: "Today, you will come with me first." Let's go to the hero platform."

On the side of Hua Wudao's shoulder, he waved Xuanfeng's hand down mercilessly, and he pulled out the fiery long whip from his waist - Chi Lian, and slammed it on the ground.

With a "swish", the sound of the whip piercing through the sky was like thunder, piercing people's eardrums sharply.The ground was covered with dust and dust, and there were dots of fire.

"I am a disciple of the Sky Eye Sect, and I swear to the death that I will not associate with people in the Demon Sect."

Xuanfeng shook his head helplessly, stretched out his hand out of thin air, and grabbed the fiery whip tail swinging in mid-air.

The whole body of the Chilian Whip is fiery red, as long as a little internal energy is needed, it will heat up instantly, and the scalding whip will burn anyone's flesh immediately, but Xuanfeng looked at Hua Wudao indifferently, and with a light tug, the Chilian Whip went up. The sparks are instantly annihilated.

Xuanfeng withdrew his hand under Hua Wudao's shocked gaze, and the Chilian Whip fell to the ground like an ordinary leather whip.He took two steps back, without any scar on his slender palm: "I don't want to be an enemy of Tianyanzong. Since you are not obedient now, I have no choice but to take it away by force."

After finishing speaking, he slowly took out a crystal clear silver medal from his cuff.

Lifting the silver medal in front of her eyes, Hua Wudao's pupils contracted uncontrollably, and the words "Desire for Life" were like a huge bell hitting the hearts of all the disciples of the Sky Eye Sect.

Using force between the palms, the plea talisman shimmered under Xuanfeng's hands.

Hua Wudao only felt that his internal energy seemed to be sealed by an invisible force, and the hand holding the whip froze in the air. He gritted his teeth and swung the whip as hard as he could, but there was no threat just now, and it fell limply on the ground .At the same time, there was a sharp pain in the chest cavity where the circulation of zhenqi was blocked.

Rao was already mentally prepared, but Hua Wudao's eyes widened slightly. He looked at Lan Xi, and saw that Lan Xi's hand holding the sword was trembling uncontrollably. The long sword was drawn from the scabbard.

And the same is true for the disciples of the Sky Eye Sect behind them.

See the talisman of life-the five martial arts sects and the top ten masters must obey orders unconditionally, otherwise they will explode and die.

This is the power of the blood oath contract. If the true energy is forced to be driven, the only thing waiting for them is death.In this way, Xuanfeng can control the entire Central Plains martial arts without using a single soldier.

Unstoppable, unstoppable.

Flicking Xuanfeng Shui's blue sleeve robe, he said softly, "Take them all away."

At this moment, a clear male voice came from the forest.

"Wait a minute—"

At this moment, there was a crack on Xuanfeng's always warm face.

He stopped, and a fleeting disbelief appeared on his face.Then, he saw Jiang Qichen, who was supposed to be at the Northern Territory General Altar, holding Lu Ming, who was tightly wrapped in fox fur, came on the wind and landed lightly in front of him.

This is impossible……

No one can break the restriction that is full of evil spirits except himself.How could they...

Also surprised were Sha Sang and Mu Yao behind Xuanfeng, but it was obvious that the expression on Mu Yao's face could already be described as complicated.He never expected that Lu Ming would choose to side with Jiang Qichen after all.

"You guys are able to come out?" Xuanfeng's face finally sank, even his voice was mixed with a tinge of chill.

Jiang Qichen let go of Lu Ming, met Xuanfeng's gaze without fear, and the memories of five years ago flooded in like a flood.That day, he didn't even swing his sword in front of Xuanfeng, and he was knocked down by him effortlessly. He could only watch helplessly as he took Lu Ming away.

"Don't you wonder how we got out?"

"You broke the restriction?" Xuanfeng looked at Lu Ming suspiciously. This was the only possibility he could think of, but how could it be... Lu Ming's yin and evil skills have only been practiced to [-]%, how can he break the restriction: " You still want to fight me?"

"Your Highness."

Lu Ming called out lightly, and it was this title that made Hua Wudao and many disciples of the Sky Eye Sect behind him widen their eyes.

"Stop being obsessed with obsession, and turn around."

"Stubborn?" Xuanfeng looked at Lu Ming sharply. He stretched out his hand and pointed at Jiang Qichen: "Who are you and I who are stubborn? How did this person treat you? Have you forgotten?"

"My lord, don't impose your hatred for Sect Master Xiao on me." Lu Ming said: "Because we have similar experiences, you want me to hate Qichen just like you hate Sect Master Xiao. You want to see me Carrying hatred on your back to accomplish what you could never do in this lifetime."

"Yes, Master is dead, but Jiang Qichen is still alive." Xuanfeng hooked the corners of his lips, and teased: "I have no chance to kill Master myself to avenge myself, but you are different, your enemy is standing in front of you , why don't you make a move?"

"Perhaps, Sect Master Xiao is not as ruthless as you think." Lu Ming lowered his eyebrows and said solemnly: "If Sect Master Xiao really wanted to kill relatives righteously, you would not live to this day. One wrong step, one wrong step. Your lord, Stop clinging."

"Puff——" Xuanfeng seemed to be amused by Lu Ming's words, but he raised his hand, and a cloud of black mist shot out from his palm, and landed precisely at Lu Ming's feet, and he said without hesitation like a devil: "Have you forgotten those lingering days when your martial arts were abolished and your tendons were severed?"

In a word, if you poke Lu Ming's sore spot, you will pierce him mercilessly in front of thousands of people.

Jiang Qichen felt that Lu Ming beside him trembled uncontrollably.

"The taste of life is worse than death, the feeling of body sculpting with ice, do you want me to describe it to you? But you are much luckier than me. You just lay on the ice bed for a year and reshaped your tendons. What about me? It took 70 years, and it took 70 years to move a finger." Xuanfeng stared at Lu Ming: "If the master didn't hate me, why did he call me such a person, a ghost and a ghost. It is his gift to save my life ? No, it's punishment."

Under the wide sleeves, Jiang Qichen felt Lu Ming's icy palm. He held Lu Ming involuntarily, and watched Lu Ming's face turn pale under Xuanfeng's few words.

Those dark days and endless cold surrounded Lu Ming's eyes like ghosts, making him shiver uncontrollably, and the cold sweat instantly soaked the lapel on Lu Ming's back.

Whether it is a punishment or a gift, no one can give a clear definition.Perhaps at that moment, Xiao Zhengqing was soft-hearted and failed to kill the killer. He saved Xuanfeng's life in his own way, but unexpectedly, in Xuanfeng's eyes, it became a kind of humiliation.

People who practice martial arts would rather die happily than live with their last breath.

The same is true for Jiang Qichen. Perhaps under the persecution of the famous sects of the Pei family's ancestral altar, he couldn't bear to kill himself with a sword, but chose another tragic way to cut off the poor hope between them.

His eyes dimmed little by little, and the world in front of Lu Ming's eyes continued to be washed away like blood splashing ink. His lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word of rebuttal.He had never been half grateful to Jiang Qichen for saving his life, he thought so too, didn't he?

"Not punishment."

Jiang Qichen's extremely firm voice came from beside his ear, and Lu Ming moved his hands only to realize later that the man's warm palm wrapped his.He slightly raised his head and looked into Jiang Qichen's eyes, only to see that his eyes were sincere and open, opposing Xuanfeng neither humble nor overbearing.

"Perhaps the method was wrong, but at the moment of the shot, the master didn't think of killing you, but saving you."

Xuanfeng raised his eyebrows, and looked at Jiang Qichen playfully.

"Because that's what I think." Jiang Qichen said in a deep voice: "As long as you are alive, no matter whether you are injured or disabled, you are still a living person with emotions, thoughts and hope. But if you die, nothing but a handful of dust Then there's nothing left."

Hearing this, Lu Ming was shocked.

In his pitch-black eyes, stars once again lit up.

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