Singing Ceremony
Inside the cave, Shen Siyan was so frightened that his legs went limp.
"Xia...Xia Xia, I don't know anything, don't kill me to silence me!"
If the news that Caishou took away people's vitality and used it for his own benefit were to get out, Changxia would easily become the target of public criticism.
After all, no matter how you look at it, this looks like an evil practice.
Changxia rolled his eyes at him.
"The whole Cang Xuan, understand? The whole Cang Xuan! The only one who can kill me is Jing Chun."
Oh, it’s her master, then it’s okay.
She spread out her hands, and a purple magic sword appeared in her palm. The one in the fairy world was also a sword of longevity, and this one was also a sword of longevity. So how did Zuo Qin, a person who was also a projection, do this? It is impossible that the sword appeared out of thin air.
Forget it, if you can’t figure it out, just stop thinking about it.
"I'm not afraid of a one-on-one fight, and I'm even less afraid of a group fight." She put away her sword and smiled brightly at Shen Siyan.
"It won't help even if you yell at the top of your lungs."
Shen Siyan: ...
It's amazing that you have high military power.
Thanks for the snowman!
He appears and disappears mysteriously on weekdays, but disappears at critical moments.
He had no way to serve this young lady, so he let Xie Fengxue bear her temper.
but……
The God of Death from the Immortal Realm and the leisurely Chang Xia in front of him are now together. Chen Siyan feels that the one in the cave makes him feel more at ease.
Then he put on a flattering smile in the blink of an eye.
"Xia Xia, are you tired? Do you want me to massage your shoulders?"
Changxia: ...
Changxia didn't want to pay attention to him.
She closed her eyes and gave all her mind to the fairyland.
The golden blood of the immortals dyed Changxia's skirt darker. Unlike the fancy tricks he used in the Red River Secret Realm, Changxia had no extra moves when he used his sword this time. Every move was aimed at the deadly acupoints, not giving them any chance to make another move.
Her eyes sparkled, purple sword light surrounded her body, and she felt better than ever.
Those immortals seemed unwilling to be provoked by tiny ants and were coming over in an endless stream.
If Shen Siyan were to comment on this fight, he could only say four words: bloodthirsty.
Caishou's strange sword is really suitable for group battles!
Chang Xia was directly injured less and less, and became stronger and stronger. No matter how many immortals were present, they were all her Ten-Perfect Tonic Pills, which had narrowed the gap between cultivators and immortals. With her superb swordsmanship, more than a dozen immortals had been killed by Chang Xia so far. He felt that the reed flowers around him seemed to be nourished by the spirits released by the immortals and grew a little more lush.
He even felt that the immortals were not that difficult to kill.
I even had a slight thought of wanting to try it out.
Then he slapped himself twice to get rid of this unrealistic idea.
He doesn't have Changxia's unrivaled swordsmanship nor a sword like Caishou, so what is there to show off?
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Cang Xuan, Xiaoling Mountain.
After the first two meteors streaked across the sky, there was a brief silence, and then, as if a switch had been turned on, more and more meteors began to fall.
Zuo Qin finally showed Bie Jingchun his first smile of the day: "Look, isn't the time here?"
Bie Jingchun didn't say anything, he just stared at the shooting stars in the sky.
He had seen this scene once four thousand years ago and once eight hundred years ago.
When an immortal dies, all the heavens feel the pain.
Zuo Qin flicked the back of his head and said, "Xia Xia will be fine. We should go now."
He raised his head, his gaze passing over the blue sky and white clouds, as if he saw the god-like girl cruelly reaping the immortals' lives which should have been endless.
He hadn't dared to rest these past few days, exhausting himself for this moment. His voice had become a little hoarse: "It's time to get down to business."
In Tunan Pavilion, the previous head of the Xi family was playing chess with the head of Yunting. They were in the guest seat, and the host seat was the future empress in gorgeous clothes.
She was sitting upright in her chair, neither sad nor happy, looking down at all living beings.
Qian Xiangyi took a chess piece from Xijiang
But his eyes fell on Huo Tinglan, or rather, Ji Tinglan.
He asked with a smile:
"Your Highness, are you afraid?"
Tinglan had not yet ascended the throne as emperor, so he was called His Highness.
The third junior sister of Zangfeng Mountain lowered her eyes, her eyelashes casting shadows on her eyelids, concealing her emotions.
"I shouldn't have been afraid eight hundred years ago."
Xi Jiang suddenly chuckled softly. The former head of the Xi clan, who had retired at the height of his career, looked at the shooting stars outside the window and said meaningfully, "There are three million immortals in the sky. I wonder what a magnificent sight it would be if three million stars fell like rain."
Qian Xiangyi was playing with the gold pendant around her waist and didn't respond.
He remembered that Xi Yun, the ancestor of the Xi family who had brought up Xijiang, had died in the heavenly punishment eight hundred years ago.
The Zen master and believers under the Bodhi tree also saw the meteor passing by. They looked at each other and started talking.
Meteorites are not uncommon, but they usually consist of one or two comet tails streaking across the sky. However, this one, striking suddenly and in broad daylight on such a large scale, is still very rare.
It seems to be announcing something big.
They looked at the Zen master together, as if he were still there and they had a backbone.
The Zen master sat firmly on the high platform. A gentle breeze blew by, picking up fallen leaves. He picked up a leaf and smiled.
"Everything is subject to the law, like a dream, like an illusion, like fog, like lightning. You should view it in this way."
There was a kind smile in the corners of his eyes, as if he had compassion for all living beings.
"Everyone, I'm leaving today."
The believers were anxious. First, one person, then more and more people knelt down and worshiped, crying loudly.
It seemed as if the heaven and earth were also infected by this sadness. In an instant, the world was turned upside down, and the night was replaced by blue sky.
A Buddha's light suddenly appeared on the platform where the Zen master was discussing Buddhism, like the sun in the dark night.
Everyone watched this scene and forgot to cry out in grief for a moment.
The Zen master's hollow voice echoed around Xiaoling Mountain: "I have lived in the human world for three thousand years, fearing only to awaken the beings in heaven."
He was clearly right in front of me, but the voices came from all directions.
One thought lingered in the minds of the believers: the Zen master has transformed into countless forms and is everywhere.
As he finished speaking, a big hole seemed to be torn in the originally dark sky, and the light from the sky rushed out and intertwined with the Zen master's Buddha light.
Finally, the light of heaven and Buddha wrapped him in blue clouds and he disappeared.
The great Zen master Hui Fanxing passed away at this time.
The entire Cangxuan was still shrouded in darkness. Xiaoling Mountain, which had lost its Zen master, seemed to have lost its soul, leaving only confusion.
After believing in Buddhism for so many years, what will they do if the Buddha is suddenly gone? Someone touched his chest and felt an empty feeling there.
One or two of the most devout pilgrims had already taken their seats, ready to follow the Zen master.
At this moment, someone suddenly pointed at the brightest star in the sky and said, "Zhongtian Ziwei!"
Then the sounds came one after another.
"Zhongtian Ziwei has returned! The Human Emperor! The Human Emperor is back!"
Eight hundred years compared to ninety thousand years is still too weak.
The Ji family has been the emperor of mankind for 90,000 years and has long become the totem of the Cang Xuan people.
"Zen Master... Could it be that he is using his own body to welcome back the Emperor?"
In the darkness, some were bewildered, others ecstatic. Zuo Qin ignored the crowd, maintaining a formation that covered nearly the entire Cang Xuan.
Bie Jingchun hugged his sword and sneered, "Those local rich people in the East Territory are really generous in messing up the time sequence of the sun and the moon."
"It's hard to believe that the old bald donkey is willing to be their partner."
Although the resources provided by the Eastern Territory allowed Zuo Qin to use some methods to "borrow" the power of the immortal killed by Chang Xia to support the formation, the formation itself that disrupted the entire Cang Xuan time sequence was extremely complex and huge. Just calculating it was a terrifying task, not to mention the details of all parties.
Since the matter is secret, Zuoqin cannot let anyone else do it.
The young-looking fortune teller turned pale. He waited until the formation was completely stable before stopping his deduction and taking a moment to listen to Bie Jingchun's words.
"Cang Xuan lost one belief, so he added another. He didn't want the situation to be too turbulent after his death..."
"The throne of the Human Emperor has been vacant for eight hundred years, so we need to build momentum."
He glanced at Bie Jingchun and said, "This is for your third disciple."
Bie Jingchun was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "I remember when I accepted Xia Xia, you calculated for me that I would only have two disciples in my lifetime."
Later, disciples appeared one after another, and he was a little overwhelmed.
But fate shows that these are his disciples.
Zuo Qin twirled the jade ring on his thumb and whispered, "Who knows? Although I can't change fate, what if someone else does?"
Bie Jingchun was a little surprised: "There are fortune tellers in this world who are more powerful than you."
Zuo Qin glanced at the time and made two strokes on the formation plate with his fingers.
"There certainly isn't one now, but I can't say for sure whether there will be one in the future."
In Tunan Pavilion, Qian Xiangyi witnessed the passing of the Human Emperor. When Zhongtian Ziwei appeared, he took out a jade token from his storage bag and threw it into the air, which turned into a stream of light.
"From Tunan's humble office, congratulations to Zhongtian Ziwei for returning to her throne!"
Everyone who heard this fell silent.
The Cloud Pavilion in Tunan Pavilion, which had been flaunting its heavenly palace for thousands of years, was now given away.
I've heard that Master Yunting is a money-grubber, and his reputation is well-deserved.
The stream of light drew a perfect arc and was finally interrupted by the cry of a crane. The crane broke through the clouds with the jade order in its mouth. The sunlight was seen pouring down and nine phoenixes were pulling a chariot past.
The sky is bright again.
An expert fortune teller calculated and found that it was already the second day.
The vast sky darkened because of the Zen master's departure, and became brighter because of the return of the Human Emperor.
This back and forth is like the cycle of cause and effect.
A cold female voice came from the Luancha: "It would be disrespectful to refuse. Thank you, Your Majesty."
This emperor is actually a woman.
Qian Xiangyi grabbed the first spot, and then streams of light flew out from everywhere.
"The broken sword Tai'a is presented to the Human Emperor."
"I have a scroll of scriptures. I hope the Emperor will forgive my crude words."
"The mechanism is ingenious. Congratulations to the Emperor on ascending the throne."
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The ceremony alone took more than an hour, not counting the small and medium-sized sects that had not received the news and had no time to prepare.
For a moment, even the sadness of the Zen master's passing was alleviated.
When Xie Fengxue woke up, the singing ceremony was almost over, and Jiang Bailu had come to his side without him noticing.
"She'd rather use the Mechanical Phoenix!"
Xie Fengxue corrected him, "The phoenix that Gongshujia had painted with eyes already has flesh and blood."
Jiang Bailu still felt a little aggrieved: "How can you compare to me?"
Xie Fengxue: ...
No matter how you look at it, they are naturally no match for them. Limited by their attainments in the art of creation, these phoenixes have already reached the limit of the Nascent Soul stage and can only perform for show. However, Jiang Bailu is a genuine royal family of the demon world, and his future is limitless.
but……
"Are you really planning to stay in Cang Xuan forever and let the Emperor drive the car? If you return to Chi Zhouhai, I'm afraid your people will break your legs."
Jiang Bailu pursed his lips and said irritably: "Why go back and fight with you on the battlefield again?"
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