Chapter 143: Kanto Jiuyao

Kunlun Mountain, fairyland, clouds and mist, driving clouds. The scenery is connected with the scenery, the green wave curtain with the waves rises, the pavilion is connected with the pavilion, and the height is different from far and near. The birds in the sky fly and can't see clearly, the three-point crisp sound is heard in the ears, the apes and beasts roar in the deep mountains, and there are all kinds of strange things in this trip.

In the twilight pavilion, the two old men stood looking at each other, both of them were too old, their white hair was in the wind, and there were too many emotions in their eyes.

Looking carefully, the two old men who seem to be ancient, with snow-white hair on the left side, kind and kind, are the white grandfathers who have been following Wang Ting's side, but the feelings contained in this eye are too complicated, happiness, anger, sorrow, and expectation, mixed with too many to come together.

The old man's withered fingers trembled, the dead wood beat generally, the indescribable loneliness, the autumn cold wind tore the leaves and withered, the cold cicadas were poignant, the snow-white beard at the corner of the mouth, fluttering like snowflakes, played the cold silence of the cold day, and the eyes were full of pathos and miserable helplessness.

The old man's bun on the right side is also snow-white, but it is full of smart feeling, and the old man's bun looks more unique than the old man's bun that is included in it, and the hair has a temperament, which is ridiculous to think of. But it is true that there is, and when you open your eyes and see it, everything has become so normal, without the slightest ridiculousness.

Green represents life is the same, life is profound, but the emerald leaves are a scene everywhere in spring, esoteric take the usual, usually there is everywhere, everything has been remembered is also ridiculous, naturally it is not ridiculous.

The old man's full head of white hair looks ancient, but the skin on his face is as delicate as a baby, and there is a feeling of crane hair and childish face, or there is a young man's white head, but the spirit is a little inconsistent. The young man's white head is mostly caused by poor spirit and physical loss, which seems to be a weak pathology, but the old man's face is full of energy, calm and relaxed, as if he is a master outside the world, how can it be a young man's white head.

Or the crane hair childish face is more tangible, the fairy road has a word to rejuvenate, the skin on the face reaches the state of a baby, although it can not be said to be rejuvenation, but at least it can be regarded as rejuvenating to reach half, ordinary people see it is known to be a god master, kneeling and praying as if seeing a fairy.

Compared with the old man who looks at each other, the feelings contained in the eyes of the old man at this time are not a lot, surprise, guilt, expectation, worry, doubt, too many too complicated feelings are included, gathered into tears full of bitterness, the old man's tears are hazy, and there are a few people in the world who are not sad to see it, and the old man's face is the old man who expelled the song and left.

"Sun Bo, Lan Yao, Eighth Master, or too virtual a real person, hehe, what should I call you. Grandpa Bai, who was following Wang Ting, spoke at first, with sarcasm, but there was no sarcasm on his face, and it seemed that he was speaking like this to vent the accumulated resentment in his heart.

"I'm timid, I'm sorry for my eldest brother and sister-in-law, I'm sorry for all my brothers......" The old man who drove away from the song said confusedly, his eyes were red, the tears in his eyes couldn't stop flowing out, and some fat bodies trembled like chaff.

"I'm sorry what's the use, what's the use, what's the use, when the master was killed, when the whole clan was slaughtered in four hundred and thirty-one people, only the little lady was left, where were you, where were you. Grandpa Bai, who was following Wang Ting, looked sad, his voice was hoarse, full of sorrow, and he roared hoarsely, his eyes were red, the tears in his eyes were wet with his clothes, his fists were tight, his voice was broken, and his bones were broken.

"It's all because I'm afraid of death, it's all because I'm afraid of death, it's all because I'm afraid of death, it's all about hurting the eldest brother's family, I'm going to die, I'm going to die. The old man who drove away from the song kept repeating what he had said, his voice was hoarse, and he said like crazy, suddenly he seemed to think of something, his expression tightened, and he grabbed the old man next to him with surprise and asked excitedly, "Sixue is still alive, where is she, where is she, tell me quickly, tell me quickly." ”

"Hmph," with a hand that grabbed his shirt, Grandpa Bai glared angrily at the excited old man beside him, but the emotion in his eyes was much softer, and he could see that the old man beside him had a deep relationship before

In the chaos of the Kanto region, the night and the day are playing, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and the seven-colored rainbow heaven and earth.

The Eastern Han Dynasty fought chaotically, and for a time aroused how many heroes and heroes in the world, Kanto has been the source of famous generals since ancient times, not to mention the chaotic war in the world, and the wealth only exists in the bloody world.

Kanto Jiuyao is a group of ignorant teenagers from a remote mountain village, with the dream of fame and wealth, embarked on the journey of life, originally wanted to rely on the rough moves of the mountains, a body of brute force to get rich, if there are no accidents, it should be a small grain of sand in the long river of history, or struggling in the fame and wealth.

But everything is not in accordance with the established rules to go on, ethereal luck, pulling Kanto Jiuyao to embark on the journey of cultivating immortals, beyond the magic power of ordinary people, the temptation of immortality is comparable to the world's fame and wealth, deeply plunged, Kanto Jiuyao stepped into the complicated world of cultivating immortals in the opportunity.

"Xuanhuang Nine Volumes" is a mysterious technique engraved on the meteorite, Xuanhuang Zhenyuan, the same thickness as the earth, the Xuanhuang Jiaxiu Immortal Ancient Book only a few words in the record of the supernatural power, can surpass the defense of the acquired spirit treasure, and caused a sensation in the entire immortal cultivation world, a Kanto Jiuyao battle of the immortals, killing and repelling the same level of earth immortals three-layer monks 33 people, the battle of 16 monks at the real level, so that the world's immortal cultivators have seen the edge of the Kanto Jiuyao.

The birth of the treasure shocked the entire world of cultivating immortals, and the reputation of the famous and decent family for thousands of years was on the sidelines, and the demon clan was quelling the civil strife, and the demon clan did not dare to act rashly because of the feud of the demons, but the evil immortal sect took the lead.

The secret of "Xuanhuang Nine Volumes" was leaked, and the Kanto Jiuyao became the most talked about topic among immortal cultivators in the world, the summer sunset was about to set, and the residual heat between heaven and earth was diverging, and it was the time of the scorching heat, and the three mysterious people in black drove the flying sword into the realm of Kanto.

Jiuyao Villa, hidden in the deep mountains and dense forests, how many immortal cultivation families have returned in vain, and they left in a decadent manner, but they were found out after half a day's effort, and the three mysterious people looked at each other and rushed into it with evil smiles.

In the past twenty years, the Kanto Jiuyao cultivated the "Xuanhuang Nine Volumes", and the cultivation was not low, reaching the height of the third layer of the earth immortals, a fight, and the battle of the immortal cultivators, rolled up a thousand layers of dust, and thousands of miles of land were affected, and innocent people were killed and injured more than 100,000 people.

The Xiuxian family who was waiting for the opportunity to get the news and joined the battle one after another, the battle scene was shocking to the world, the blood was sprinkled all over the Kanto land, the fairy light poured into the sky, the rolling thunder sounded, and the monstrous flood rushed down.

In the roar of heaven and earth, Jiu Yao joined forces to kill the three mysterious monks of the fifth layer of the earth immortals, but they were forced into a desperate situation by the fifteen real people of the fourth layer of the earth immortals of the Xiu Immortal family and hundreds of monks below the real people. Jiuyao's family, more than 400 innocent mortals were coerced and became tools of persecution, in the rolling flood, helpless cries resounded in the sky, swords collided, spell flames, thunder, cold light and ice, thousands of miles are the silence of war.

After the three-day flood, the heavens and the earth returned to calm, the corpses of 100,000 secular mortals were scattered alone, and there was no more Kanto Jiuyao in the world, and the nine corpses full of trauma had long been scattered, but it could be vaguely seen that the majestic and heroic hair of the year, and the "Xuanhuang Nine Volumes" had also disappeared for a long time.

All kinds of immortal cultivation sects, large and small immortal cultivation families, demon clans, stepped through the land of Kanto, the meteorite engraved with the "Xuanhuang Nine Volumes" in the legend has not been found, and the thirteen involved immortal cultivation families have been quietly wiped out, and not a single living mouth is left.

Killing Miao is increasing in the dark, and people who have nothing to do with it are all involved, and the horror has swept the middle and low levels of the entire immortal cultivation world, "Xuanhuang Nine Volumes" has become a taboo, a taboo that everyone wants to get but is afraid of, even if more than ten years have passed, few people dare to mention half a word openly.

The occurrence of all tragedies is like the two bland words engraved on the cliff before Bai Yao died in Jiuyao, the dust covers the grass and seeds, and the blood is sprinkled in the Jiuyao sky. Immortality and sin go hand in hand, and win the name of life and death.