After a while, the entire Changhao Mountain Range was surrounded by red light, and a loud horn resounded in the sky. He Muhua stood in the air with his hands in his hands, his eyes coldly looking at the two rows of red figures flying from far to near. The first person has a long coat fluttering, a bronze sword under his feet, about forty years old, a straight nose and a wide mouth, a wisp of black hair, eyes like a torch, and the whole body is righteous and awe-inspiring. He Muhua could see at a glance that this person's cultivation was about in the late stage of contemplation, and it would take several years before it was possible to hit the Great Perfection. The rest of them were also around the middle stage of contemplation, and they were not accompanied by any subtle masters.

"Meet the envoy of Shangqing Mountain, the eldest disciple under the head of Xia Changhao Mountain, Wei Zhengtian." He was very respectful and bowed deeply. "Shangqing Mountain He Muhua." He replied coldly.

"On the orders of the head of the family, please follow us and others to enter from Changxi Terrace." Wei Zhengtian still bowed his head and stretched out his right hand to ask him to accompany him. The essence in He Muhua's eyes flashed, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.

Chang Xi Tai? Hmph, he waved his sleeves, and the soul under his feet suddenly let out a sharp sword sound, piercing the immortal barrier in the distance. After a few breaths, the sound of the horn came to an abrupt end.

Everyone changed color in unison, especially Wei Zhengtian.

He cautiously led the way beside He Muhua, his eyes sweeping over his young face from time to time.

"How is Chimeng Zhenren lately?" He Muhua asked indifferently.

"Back to the envoy, the real person has not yet come out of retreat." Wei Zhengtian replied.

"Yes, don't skip words. Jun's face suddenly changed to a deep smile, "It's best not to miss my time." ”

Wei Zhengtian was stunned for a moment, but it was inconvenient to continue asking, so he lowered his head again and quickened his pace.

Changhao Mountain is located in the mountains of the northern region of Taiwu Kingdom, and the top of the mountain is covered with snow all year round, adding a sense of magnificence. Everyone had their own hearts, and they had no intention of watching the sea of light flowers, and Edgeworth bypassed several peaks and went straight to Changxi Terrace.

This quaint platform is built by blue-black boulders, a total of three zhang high and fifteen zhang wide, it is the ancestor of Changhao Mountain, the Red Snow Immortal, personally supervised the construction when the school was built.

The entire giant platform invisibly exudes the coercion that has been accumulated for thousands of years, which makes people look up at the main peak in front of it, and they want to bow down inexplicably. There is a stone staircase leading to the main peak from the platform. The mist-shrouded summit makes the stone steps seem to have reached the sky, beyond the reach of the eye

He Muhua's face was expressionless, his heart was bright, and he said indifferently: "The head of the family asked me to go up from here, right?"

Wei Zhengtian bowed his head and replied, "Exactly." At this moment, he was already drenched in a cold sweat. If the person in front of him has any fluctuations, he can take his life by simply turning his palm.

"Good" He Muhua's momentum soared, shouted loudly, and walked up to the stone platform with his feet raised.

Standing in the long platform, the coercive power coming from all sides is even stronger. At this time, there was no noise in the space around him, and the entire long platform formed a forbidden enveloping him, and the whole world was only the sound of his own breathing and heartbeat.

The eight red-clothed Taoists in the audience looked at him in white clothes fluttering, and he walked proudly, with different expressions.

Just as his figure gradually disappeared on the stage, everyone suddenly raised their eyes and saw a fiery red light in the sky approaching their eyes.

A slender woman flashed in the firelight, and asked Wei Zhengtian with an anxious expression, "Where is he?" ”

"It's already in the Changxi Terrace." He responded respectfully.

When the woman heard this, she took half a step back, and despair filled her beautiful face.

"Mrs. Boss, please go back first." Several people behind Wei Zhengtian stepped forward and saluted.

The woman turned to the empty stone platform in a daze, her hair trembling slightly like a long waterfall. She wore a long flaming red gauze dress with an orange-pink cloak embroidered with a golden crane pattern, and a long trailing gauze that hid her graceful curves. Although her eyes are melancholy and her lips are pale, she can't hide her beautiful face. The long eyelashes are curled and the ice muscles are clear, echoing the glittering swallowtail-shaped hairpins on the black hair. She stood under the stage without moving, but lingering with the fairy temperament, indifferent, elegant, like a beautiful fairy who does not eat fireworks and descends from the heavens.

"Madame Master, please go back." Wei Zhengtian also stepped forward to persuade him.

She bit her lower lip, but did not respond, but turned sharply and drew a long sword and rushed straight towards the ladder above the stone platform, disappearing into the cloud in an instant. Only the eight people in red looked surprised, looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

"Forget it," Wei Zhengtian shook his head lightly and said, "Wait until I go back to resume your life." ”

He Muhua stepped steadily on the stone steps one by one, ignoring the increasing pressure.

At this moment, all he could think of was the scene of himself stepping on this stone staircase for the first time.

That suave young man, dressed in snow-white clothes, had fainted on this stone step from exhaustion countless times, but he did not give up, and still persevered with that very strong perseverance

No one knew where the monstrous ambition came from in his heart at that time, including himself, but he knew that if he failed, it would mean that his master and his sect would never be able to raise their heads

The sweat and bitterness of those youths should have been good memories, the traces of a successful person's tempering in his youth, but Yiqiē changed because of the birth of the broken sword, and since then changed his understanding of the Tao, the sect, and his friends and enemies

No, they are not dead, it is better to live than to die in an instant, there is a sea of blood in front of him, as if a silent cry is in his ears one after another, he still steps up, but his eyes are slowly blood-red.

The footsteps of this step by step slowly overlapped with the footprints of twenty-five years ago, and the young man in white finally turned around and looked at him across time and space.

It seems that someone whispers in the ear, do you remember those good times in those days?

Can you be blinded by hatred?

Will you regret it for the rest of your life?

He looked at the young man with the same face as himself, his eyes seemed to be dripping blood, but the young man's clear eyes burst out with a fiery light, provoking him to dare not look at each other

The young man's black hair danced, raised his hand and pointed at it, and shouted: "He Muhua still wants to rescue the master, you must endure it to curb the killing heart"

The voice pierced straight into his forehead like a sharp arrow, and He Muhua stood in place as if he had woken up from a dream. At this time, his face was pale, his eyes wandered, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Just now, I almost went mad on this stone step

He turned his head, looked at the cloud ladder blocked by the clouds and mist under his feet, turned back and looked up at the heavenly path that had penetrated into the clouds, and said coldly: "Give birth to my inner demon, but also help me practice and wait and see, the head of Changhao Mountain."

As soon as these last five words came out, a monstrous momentum burst out from his body, as if he instantly heard a sentence shouted by the stubborn boy who refused to admit defeat twenty-five years ago: "No matter how difficult the natural danger is, it can't withstand the belief in my heart ten thousand times."

At this moment, a red figure stood on top of the long sword, looking at the unclear stone steps in the distance.

Mu Hua, I've been waiting for twenty years, and you're finally here

Two hours later, a pair of feet stood firmly on the 999th step.

"Meet the messenger of Shangqing Mountain" was accompanied by the sound of a huge drum, and a group of voices rang out in unison.

He Muhua half-lowered his eyes, scanning the red crowd around him, with a weird smile on his face.

"The head of the family has an order, pass on the messenger of the Qingshan, He Muhua enters the palace" Wei Zhengtian came to the front and said with a salute. It is not difficult to see that he was more cautious than he was outside the mountain, because it took him only two hours to come up from the bottom of the mountain. You must know that there was once a real person who had reached the late stage of the entrance to the door and spent a moment more than him, and the young person in front of him had unfathomable strength

The main hall of Changhao Mountain is colorful in glaze, the scale is magnificent, and it is very dazzling against the background of snow.

A row of figures was already waiting outside the hall. The first person is tall and calm, burly, wearing a golden cloak, with a red Taoist robe, embroidered with gold stripes and double cranes, a square face with thick eyebrows and sideburns, and a pair of big eyes aggressive.

"Meet the messenger," he said with an amiable smile as he walked down the steps to greet him.

"Meet the master" He also bowed according to his words, and the etiquette was sufficient.

"You and my brother haven't seen each other for twenty years, and I miss my brother very much." He smiled, a look of remembrance.

"Thank you brother for your love, today's matter is very important, I have to tell you first." The respect in He Muhua's tone was obvious, and the blood hatred-like thoughts just now seemed to have completely disappeared.

"Inside, please." The head of Changhao Mountain picked up his cloak, raised his right hand, and said in a very deep tone, "All idlers and miscellaneous people will retreat, and they will not be allowed to enter without an order" Every move shows the demeanor of a king.

As he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a slender red figure at the end of the crowd, staring at him gloomily.

The moment he looked at her, a sneer appeared imperceptibly on the corner of the master's mouth, and he secretly said in his heart, He Muhua, since you are here, don't worry about going back so early......

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