There is no time in the mountains, and the cold does not know the year.

A season of flowers blooms, and then falls, and before you know it, another Xiaoxiang night rain is coming, the twilight is lonely, and the dark night is fragrant.

In the deep twilight, Yun Wubei stepped on the lotus, leaned over to hold a clear spring, and drank it all with the breeze and drizzle.

Strange to say, this illusion is extraordinarily realistic and fascinating. The four seasons are distinct, with spring breeze, winter and snow. Yun Wubei has gone through several cold and summer in this world, and his kendo attainments have become more and more profound.

"Many years have passed, but I don't know what the situation in Youzhou is, and whether the relatives in the house are safe? ”

In the hazy night rain, Yun Wubei's wrist moved slightly, and he pointed out seven sword flowers, and the cold light of the sword spine was extinguished at a moment, and the sharp but thick sword qi followed the water vapor in the sky, hitting the distant sky.

After a while, Yun Wubei retracted his sword momentum, and the worries that had been aroused in his heart turned into a breeze and returned, but there was no deadline for returning.

With a sigh, Yun Wubei didn't think much about it, and his mind was immersed in the Western Emperor Tiangeng Golden Sword.

In the past many years, the first four styles of the Western Emperor Tiangeng Golden Sword Yun Wubei have been performed many times, and the mysteries have long been familiar with it, and the understanding of the sword style is even more different.

Just like this fourth type of "clouds turning over the wind and rolling the sky", Yun Wubei originally only knew how to blindly break the enemy, but ignored the word "play" in the moves, so he always felt powerless every time he used it.

Now that I have three of them, this fourth form is really weighty and easy to use. In addition to the fierceness, there are many more feminine changes, and the power is no longer the same as before.

If you face that white-haired Yan Jun again at this time, even if you are defeated, you will not be as embarrassed as you were back then.

In addition, due to the improvement of Yun Wubei's sword dao attainments, his cultivation has broken through the middle stage of foundation building, and it is logical to learn the three sword styles again in these days.

"Frost, snow, wind and cold, in the middle of the night, what year to break through the barrier of life and death. ”

These three styles are combos, and they dance in one go and are extremely powerful.

Originally, it was a sword style that could only be mastered after the Jindan Realm, and with Yun Wubei's current cultivation, although the power of it was greatly reduced, it was far from being comparable to the previous four styles......

On this day, Yun Wubei woke up from his meditation.

After a night of meditation, the kendo attainments have been gained, and the impromptu display of what he has learned in his chest.

The Western Emperor Tian Gengjin danced in seven styles in a row, the sword light was awe-inspiring, and the killing intent rushed into the sky, but in a moment, the world was once again destroyed and the ground was in shambles.

Yun Wubei rode the wind and stood with his hands in his hands, and Shi Shiran took a good time, just waiting for this world to recover again.

But this time, it was unexpected.

The length of time between the previous destruction and the recovery varies, ranging from a stick of incense to half an hour. However, half an hour passed this time, and there was still no movement.

Yun Wubei's eyes narrowed slightly, and his stagnant heart suddenly waved.

"Haven't the people in the shadows made a move? I have been trapped here for so long, but I don't know what my intentions are?"

Thinking of this, Yun Wubei's heart suddenly rose with a few thoughts of anticipation.

Whew-

Whew-

While thinking about it, a strange voice came slowly from the distant sky.

Yun Wubei's divine consciousness poured into his eyes, following the prestige. I saw that the lotus pond suddenly rose, and the lotus dotted on it quickly withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the clear pond water turned blood red almost at the same time.

The sky above the nine heavens was originally clear, but in the blink of an eye, the sky began to darken, and lightning and thunder roared.

Looking at the posture of the mountain rain coming and the wind full of buildings, Yun Wu was sad and frightened, and secretly guarded.

Whew-

But a dozen breaths, the beautiful fairyland on earth is already the image of the end of the world.

"Weep blood and look at the wolf, and stab the emperor at dawn. The world is reversed, and the sword is pointed to the east. ”

"Weep blood and look at the wolf, and stab the emperor at dawn. The world is reversed, and the sword is pointed to the east. ”

Suddenly, a strong voice came from above the nine heavens, followed by countless flickering white lights.

"Celestial Wolf?Oriental?"

Yun Wubei was shocked in his heart, and sure enough, there was a master who set up a phantom array and plotted against himself. Looking at the voice, the wind and clouds above the nine heavens were swaying, and the electric light was flickering, but there was no figure anywhere, and when he looked down again, Yun Wubei froze on the spot, and his eyes were full of horror!

As if the world was turned upside down, the verdant grass and trees disappeared without a trace, replaced by a pile of white bones everywhere;

The original clear lotus pond has become a river of blood, and countless shadowy figures in the river emerge from the river from time to time, not listening to the screams and screaming miserably and strangely, probing the arms of the bloody river, as if they want to grasp something.

Yun Wubei found the sword array around him, and walked vigilantly along the blood river on the white bones all over the ground, and there were bursts of creepy "click" sounds under his feet, which looked particularly terrifying against the backdrop of lightning that sometimes pierced the sky.

I don't know how long it took, I walked along the blood river and walked for more than ten miles, and the vision ahead suddenly opened up.

At this time, Yun Wubei knew that he was really standing on a hundred zhang high slope, leaning over, in front of him was the boundless plain valley, the whole plain was shrouded in a layer of black mist, the river of blood in the valley was overflowing, and the lonely grave was like a forest.

Yun Wubei raised his head and took a deep breath, and for a moment, a complex look of horror mixed with inexplicable surprise floated on his face, and the weather was uncertain.

"These black mist are actually evil forces! How many living beings should be slaughtered to gather these many evil forces?" Yun Wubei muttered to himself gloomily, "But yes, it's not surprising that this dry bones all over the ground can have such a huge and dense evil power." ”

After that, the wind is under his feet, and he flies down from the hundred-foot high slope.

After landing, Yun Wubei had completely entered the black fog of evil, and then looked at the valley of this plain, but it was a little clearer.

This river of blood flows down the high slope behind it, meandering across the plain.

After careful observation for a long time, I realized that the trend of this blood river was extremely mysterious and hidden.

In the extreme distance due east, countless stone carvings thought of kneeling in the east. The river of blood no longer extends in front of the stone carving group, but only divides into countless branches, linking to the feet of each stone carving.

At this moment, a bolt of lightning resembled a swimming dragon, piercing the sky, and in an instant, the white electric light dispersed the evil black fog in the distance.

Yun Wubei's eyes froze, and he was immediately dumbfounded.

I saw that in the endless black fog in the distance, a majestic palace group with a height of nearly 100 zhang was revealed in the lightning in an instant!

The next moment, the black mist in the sky suddenly roared and swirled, and in the huge black mist vortex, that incomparably familiar voice resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"Xuan Ming Holy Body, Ziwei is respected. Threaten the sky to take luck, Yongzhen Xuanying. ”

Providence Mountaintop

This place is very close to the trap mountain, as the entrance of the seventy-two branches within the jurisdiction of Daqing, the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly at this moment;

However, within a hundred miles, it was like night.

The heavens and stars hung high in the sky, and there was even a thick and hundred-foot star power that fell from the nine heavens, causing the spirits of this heaven and earth to boil and jump, and the tide of spiritual power suddenly rose into a monstrous wave.

The top of the Qingfeng Ridge Providence Mountain, covering the sky and the mantle.

Before Xuanyang Zhenren sat in front of the jade, his handsome face suddenly flushed and turned pale; Not far away, Xuan Qingzhen stepped into the void, looked up at the sky, the hideous scar on his neck squirmed frequently, and his cold eyes were full of horror!

For a long time, Xuanyang Zhenren's mouth was full of bitterness, and he looked at the direction of the Trap Mountain, "Senior brother, do you say this is a coincidence? I didn't have the opportunity to see the visions of the heavens and stars before, but now I see it with my own eyes, but I can't help but panic and be helpless!"

"Is it a coincidence? Xuan Qing's cold voice came from above, and then flew down in front of the jade bi, the purple cloud-turning robe hunting in the mountain wind.

Xuanyang Zhenren forced the horror in his chest, and said with a wry smile: "You will know after a look?

"Hey, hey. If it works, how can Senior Brother Xuanzhong be hit hard by this, and why should I, Xuanqing, be forced to a dead end! ”

Coincidentally.

These two visions of the heavens and stars appeared at a glance, but it was like wind and thunder on the flat ground, and one stone stirred up a thousand waves!

Countless true monarchs and hidden masters have set their sights on this Eastern Regions Daqing.

Daqing Wangdu, inside a magnificent palace.

A person dressed in a five-clawed golden dragon gown, kneeling in front of a sculpture, said respectfully:

"Ancestor, the vision is reappearing, how should I deal with the Qing Dynasty and my Qi clan?"

After a moment of silence, the stone sculpture actually spoke:

"An eventful autumn, a place of right and wrong, but it is also where my Qi family's fate lies!"