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Chapter 28

The Kunlun Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, and it is about a day's schedule away from the Hehuan Sect.

But this time it was not the same as before, the team that went to Daohe did not wait until the last day to set off, as soon as Chu Yiyang came out of the "blue sea and blue sky", the team immediately gathered and set off.

In Daohe's procession, the most conspicuous thing is still the car of the young master of the Hehuan Sect.

The congratulatory gifts to Daohe have been prepared a few days ago, and the candidates to Kunlun have already been selected, a group of more than 20 people, both men and women, are the best in the door, and their appearance is also excellent, standing in one place, dazzling.

When the team left, the other elders of the Hehuan Sect finally had the opportunity to see this young master who had been imprisoned in the forbidden place as soon as he returned.

Chu Yiyang boarded the car under their gaze, but except for finding that he still had injuries on his body that had not healed, and the realm had regressed badly, no one found out that there was anything wrong with him.

- Because after he agreed to lead the team to Kunlun to congratulate, Ying Qiushui taught him a secret method to cover up the problems on his body.

In this way, even if you meet someone whose cultivation level is higher than him and who is proficient in the path of double cultivation, you will not be able to see what has happened to him.

Starting from the wide platform between the palace complexes, the team flew to Kunlun in the northwest, and Chu Yiyang was in the car, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

This time he set off for Kunlun, just like the last time he went to the Aoba Secret Realm, he was still accompanied by four personal maids, and the car drove in the air without any bumps, but this time there would be no more black-clothed young men to sneak attack in the middle of the way.

Thinking of Xu Yu, Chu Yiyang sighed in his heart, hoping that he was safe and sound.

Thinking of the plot related to this succession ceremony, he made it clear that this paragraph can be regarded as a small high in the original work. Trendy plots, but there will be no accidents, don't be careful.

The flamboyant chariot with gold and red as the main color was pulled by a phoenix-like firebird and flew into the clouds, followed by two columns of disciples of the Hehuan Sect, all of whom walked in the wind, like smoke leaving the palace complex.

At the entrance of the main hall, Ying Canghai, Ying Qiushui and Jiang Xuelou stood here, watching the team go far in the morning sun.

Jiang Xuelou shook the wordless sprinkled gold folding fan in his hand, leaned slightly, and leaned towards Ying Canghai beside him: "You really don't need me to follow?" ”

"No, you don't." Ying Canghai's beautiful face was reflected in a faint golden color by the morning sun, and the melancholy between his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be melted away by the sunshine, "No matter how noble Jian Zun is, he is still the same generation as the robbery heart, but he is faster than him." It is enough for him to lead the team to this ceremony. ”

Jiang Xuelou sighed, stopped shaking the fan, and glanced at the senior sister standing beside the second senior sister.

Ying Qiushui looked at the direction in which the team left, and never said a word.

On a sunny day, the birds hovered between the snow-white mountains, overlooking the entire northern border, and the teams of various sects and factions to Kunlun Daohe were like a trickle, converging to Kunlun from all directions, near or far.

Outside the northern border, the team that came to Daohe was relatively large, because the Daohe team from these places was not a single sect, but came with the top sects of each realm, and when they crossed, they also caused a vision.

The scene of Wanzong coming to congratulate is rare in the world, and as the protagonist of this prosperous era, Kunlun Sword Sect stands in the northwest, four corners of the mountains, surrounded by weak water, even if it is sunny, thousands of peaks and ravines are still wrapped in silver, and a corner of gold is exposed in the sea of clouds, and the golden platform jade pavilion, jasper Qionghua, Zhu Xia streamer.

In the original work, Kunlun is written, the products are crowded, the treasures are outstanding, the mountains and rivers are endless, the heavens and people are hidden, the jade mushrooms in the mountains, and the fairy beasts are looming. It is rumored that there is more sparse garden Dan water, mortals drink it immortally, and the mountain of cool breeze is immortal for mortals to climb.

Therefore, in this world where there is no reincarnation and only one life, Kunlun's status in the hearts of mortals is transcendent, and the Xuanyuan Dynasty in the mortal world enshrines Kunlun as the state religion, and the emperor ascends the throne and has to come up to worship.

Approaching Kunlun, the aura of heaven and earth became richer, and the person sitting in the car opened his eyes.

"Young master?" The white-clothed maid who fanned him beside him looked at him.

"Open the window."

The red-clothed man's face was slightly pale, and the remaining five golden hairpins on his right ear reflected in the sunlight shining through the car window.

The maid who was by the window on the left side immediately lifted the curtain according to his words, pushed open the window on this side, and let Kunlun under the sunny sun shine into the eyes of the man in red.

Chu Yiyang looked at the scene outside the window, his expression on his face did not change at all, but he thought with emotion in his heart: "Sure enough, if you read such a text ten times and imagine it a hundred times in your mind, it is better to see it once." ”

No matter how many times you see this kind of scenery in such a world, it will always be amazing if it is majestic and magnificent beyond the mundane.

However, the next moment, he saw the man standing on the MPF platform.

On a sunny day in Kunlun, the boundless sea of clouds, the teams from all sides came to congratulate the sword, the eight treasure building boats, and the fairy birds pulling the carts, which were very lively, and there was only one person on the MPF platform.

The white-clothed Shengxue, except for the Qiankun sword and the Kunlun order on his waist, does not have a trace of decoration around his body.

A long black hair was tied up with a jade crown, and two long white sword head streamers moved with the wind, as if he was the only one in heaven and earth.

Chu Yiyang froze in place, looking at his face from such a long distance.

It was still the face of the four realms, but there was no black cloth to block his eyes, and it was presented in front of him without any cover, obviously the same as before, but it seemed to be completely different.

In the team that came to congratulate, other people also saw this figure, and there was a commotion for a while.

Since becoming a sword, Beitang's cold night has appeared in everyone's field of vision, always accompanied by killing, blood, and suppression, and now that he has succeeded the sword venerable, he will actually greet him here, which makes the team who came to congratulate feel flattered.

When the sword light, flying magic weapon and car driver fell on the edge of the sea of clouds, and the people sent by each sect walked to the MPF platform thousands of miles away, and wanted to come forward to salute Beitang in the cold night, they found that there was more than one new sword venerable here.

The Sword Venerable was replaced, and several of the priests who had previously lost in the secret realm also elected new successors, and as the sea of clouds on the edge of the MPF platform dispersed, they also appeared: "You have come from afar, and you have worked hard. ”

Seeing that the newly appointed several priests came to greet them, the elders who led the teams from various sects also hurriedly withdrew their gaze: "Elder Xuanyuan! No, it should be called Xuanyuan Sizuo now, congratulations! ”

"Chen Sizuo hahaha! Today is the great joy of the Sword Sect, and our Tianqin Sect has prepared a thin gift to congratulate the Sword Zun on his succession! ”

The voices of congratulatory congratulations came and went, followed by a series of singing voices, and every force that came to congratulate them had invested enough money, and everyone was secretly glad that they had put their heart into the gifts.

After all, the new five major masters all came out to receive them, and the first sects and factions to come all felt that the Sword Sect had really given themselves enough face, even if some of them didn't get a response from the Sword Venerable when they saluted the cold night in the North Hall, there was nothing uncomfortable in their hearts.

The golden-red car fell, and the firebird shaped like a phoenix lowered its head to comb the feathers on its body, and as soon as the disciples of the Hehuan Sect came, even if they stood on the edge, they were the most eye-catching congratulatory team.

The monks who hadn't lined up for them to come forward to deliver the congratulatory gifts recognized that this was the car of the young master of the Hehuan Sect, and couldn't help but stand in place and exchange their heads:

"Hehuan Sect is here, this time it is still the heart of the robbery to lead the team?"

"Didn't you say that he was seriously injured in the Aoba Secret Realm before?"

Kunlun's control of the northern territory is thorough, and the specific reasons for things like the injury of the young master of the Hehuan Sect must also be reported to Kunlun. Ying Canghai had already made up a perfect reason to report his son's injury, and others naturally heard about it.

In the midst of speculation, they saw the golden-red car open, and the figure in red clothes as usual came down from above, still dimming the light of those good-looking and well-qualified Hehuan Sect disciples as soon as they appeared.

Obviously, in the face of serious changes, he is still the dazzling golden bell boy, but his face is pale, his serious injuries have not healed, and it is an indisputable fact that the realm has fallen to Yuanying.

The younger generation of the Northern Realm Xuanmen looked at him, and their feelings became complicated for a while.

Their generation, since a long time ago, has been far ahead of the North Hall Cold Night, monopolizing a class, followed by other elite disciples of Kunlun and the second-generation successors of other sects.

And among these second generations, the young master of the Hehuan Sect was the only one who could defeat all of them, and even faintly suppressed those elite disciples in Kunlun.

His golden bell hairpin is terrifying, and his combat power is even better than his appearance, and he is called the first person under the sword by the good deeds.

But now, Beitang has crossed the calamity in the cold night and has become a sword venerable, but he is not even completely healed from the injuries on his body.

I've never heard of a realm drop and can go back, so it's probably ...... Finished.

The Xiuzhen Realm respected its strength, especially in the northern realm dominated by Kunlun, they looked around, and then couldn't help but say, "Because of the fall of the Tianshan Sword Sect, none of the Dao He team sent his fiancée this time. ”

They obviously re-evaluated this family business, and decided that the once promising young master of the Hehuan Sect had little chance of being able to renew the avenue, and Fu Yueshu was only a furnace after marrying, and after being picked up, the golden bell prince might not be able to return to his original realm.

She is ruined, but this family business cannot be retreated, so there is no need to waste the opportunity to come to congratulate her and study in the Tibetan Scripture Hall in Kunlun this time.

The communication they thought was hidden, Chu Yiyang could hear it clearly.

He paused slightly, glanced in the direction of the Tianshan Sword Sect, and sure enough, he didn't see Fu Yueshu.

"It's normal." He was quiet all the way, and he didn't disturb the system he wanted to plan, and he was relieved, and then said, "What are you going to do?" ”

Chu Yiyang said: "Don't do it. ”

He walked in front, his expression still arrogant, and the four white-clothed maids and disciples of the Hehuan Sect behind him followed.

Kunlun's Tibetan Scripture Hall is a good place, the ancestor of the cold night in the North Hall did a great thing when he was in office, he gathered all the Xuanmen decent mental law books and books in the north to Kunlun, Kunlun Tibetan Scripture Hall can be said to be the largest library in the north.

When Kunlun wanted to collect the books to build the Tibetan Scripture Palace, it caused a lot of resistance, but they were all suppressed by this Sword Venerable who cultivated the killing path to the extreme.

Chu Yiyang didn't have a chance to check the blood contract between Xiao Ding, Yin Yang and Yin Yang in Qingye Mountain City, and the blood contract between the Divine Monarch and the Prison Shura in Hehuan Sect, and came to Kunlun to find out these things.

While communicating with the system, he led the team behind him past the Kunlun disciples who were receiving him, and walked with the others towards the steps behind the MPF platform.

The procession that came to congratulate him automatically avoided the cold night of the North Hall, which stood in the center of the MPF Terrace, and only saluted him from afar.

The golden bell on Chu Yiyang's ankle was silent, and when he was getting closer and closer to the cold night in Beitang, he stopped talking to the system, thinking of the unresolved blood pact between them, and wondered if it would attract his attention.

The crowd was weaving, only the white-clothed Sword Venerable was surrounded by a blank space.

Dozens of feet away, the red-clothed man raised his eyes and looked at him unhappily, and the white-clothed Sword Venerable's gaze met him, and he moved away indifferently without pausing for a second.

Chu Yiyang retracted his gaze and walked forward.

The two didn't know each other and passed by.

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Kunlun's description refers to Dongfang Shuo's "Records of the Ten Continents in the Sea", as well as "Huainanzi Topographical Training".

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Good fellow, I casually made a wish that Mrs. Han would be on the 9th day, then I would wish for Mrs. Sang under the moon on the 6th day.

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Chapter 29

The mountains and rivers in the world are in the summer, but Kunlun does not see half of the heat, and the traces of the wings of the birds wandering between the icebergs and snow peaks seem to have a faint frost.

The sect was established in a hot area, such as the earth fire dock, which is good at refining weapons, and the disciples who have endured the high temperature of the earth fire all year round only feel as if they are in heaven when they come to the iceberg and snow peaks that are far away from the hustle and bustle of this human realm.

After all the sects landed, there were special people to lead the way and lead them to the accommodation that had been arranged early in the morning.

Although Kunlun controls the northern border, although it is high-pressure and iron-blooded, the attitude of hospitality is good, and it is clear that if you are not satisfied with the accommodation, just ask, they say that they can help to change.

As for the small sects that did not speak to a few priests, or who consciously prepared congratulatory gifts that were not weighty enough and inconvenient to offer in front of others, they can also be recorded separately when they arrive at the residence.

All the disciples of the Hehuan Sect, including Chu Yiyang's maids, were less than thirty people, and the scale of the team that came to congratulate was not large, and they were arranged at the northernmost end of the twelve Jade Towers, not far from the Tibetan Scripture Hall.