"The star falls and returns to the north!"
Since you insist on blocking, then let it be! The feathers covering her body fluttered like a feathered robe in the wind. With a light leap, Yaoxing landed, and endless starlight filled the Black Mountain City. The starlight was heavy and carried unimaginable celestial power.
Black Mountain could no longer maintain her composure. This woman had gone mad, completely mad! From the very beginning, she was using a completely desperate attack, without any attempt to test who this Third Young Master was. Why was he worth risking her life for?
Seeing Lan Yu's blood-soaked robes and resolute gaze, Hei Shan understood that if things continued, she would fight to the death. With the Heavenly Star now on the ground, even with his formidable training and strength, he would find it difficult to sustain the fight.
"Madman! Madman!"
Black Mountain cursed and shouted, but then withdrew his artistic conception and planned to leave to avoid the enemy's sharp edge. He wanted to fight, but he definitely didn't want to put everything on the line!
But Lan Yu didn't care about that. She just kept looking at the star and the black mountain. Then, as if she saw something, the sword blade did not hesitate at all and thrust forward again. She merged with the blue bird and was no longer human.
"Ughhhh! Moo!"
The black bull rose again, crashing towards the star in the sky. The black city, like armor, reinforced its body. In this scene, the black bull shook the star, stirring up an invisible wind field in the white mountains, dispersing all the whiteness within a mile radius, and even the giant trees and thick soil behind the roots could not remain unchanged.
Similarly, this also included the martial artists who had already caught up with the Third Young Master in the black cloak. Led by the youngest generation of the Niu family who had joined the Mighty Bull Demon Sect, they were forced to scatter in a sorry state due to the energy fluctuation caused by the clash of their artistic intents.
Even so, the genius of the Niu family still found the runaway third young master. The other party was very strong, indeed very strong. Even without a demon beast that had been trained, he could still fight the third young master to a standstill.
But that was all! He grinned maliciously as he stripped the clothes off the man who had been knocked to the ground, preparing to admire the terrified face of this arrogant genius.
But...but...when I saw that obviously disguised human skin mask, when that mocking yet reassuring smile appeared.
The genius martial artist was stunned. Then, incredulously, he removed the mask. The face underneath was not Mu Qingyuan, nor that genius, but Mu Qingkong, the eldest young master of the Mu family, who was always hailed as the next head of the Mu family.
With his virtuous character, exceptional martial arts talent, and ruthless leadership qualities, he is an indispensable pillar for the prosperity of the family.
Why...why...
"Hahaha! Just as I expected, just as I expected, your expression is exactly what I thought. Why? You don't understand, do you? You don't understand why an heir like me would take such a risk, do you?"
"Of course you wouldn't understand, because I'm the eldest brother! Having prepared for the worst, how could I let my younger siblings go through such a deadly ordeal?"
"Come! Come on! Kill me! Let us become utterly blood enemies! But the Mu family will avenge me!"
Mu Qingkong laughed heartily. This man, who should have been the heir of the Mu family, second only to the head of the family, lay here with the satisfaction of protecting his younger siblings as an elder brother.
A deathly silence spread across the snow-covered plains. The pursuers stared at the laughing eldest son of the main branch, feeling a chill more biting than the wind and snow—this was the result they had obtained at the cost of the lives of many elite soldiers.
"You think I wouldn't dare kill you? Today, the entire Mu family is doomed!"
The genius martial artist from the Niu family, his eyes red, drew his sword and plunged it into Mu Qingkong's neck, severing his large head, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
“I’m watching you all live in my brother’s shadow.”
"The Mu family will not fall, absolutely not."
Mu Qingkong looked northwards, his eyes filled with no regret, or rather, a touch of sorrow. He hoped, "Is everything alright? I hope everything is alright, at least a few hundred years later than my brother."
"Ughhhhh! Damn it!!"
The sounds of resentment echoed in the wind and snow, while those who were content closed their eyes peacefully and went wherever their wishes took them.
At this moment, a hundred miles to the north, in a caravan about to leave the Cangjing Prefecture where Qingmang was staying, a young guard wearing armor looked south, his eyes suddenly becoming slightly moist.
Where are we now?
In the carriage next to him, which was in the center of the caravan, a young and beautiful woman in red lifted the curtain and looked at the caravan traveling in the night and snow, asking a question.
"We are about to reach Wan Gui Valley. After passing through this canyon, we will arrive at Yu Qing Prefecture."
Louzhou is divided into four prefectures, with Tianhan as the capital. Qingmang belongs to Cangjing Prefecture, but it is a more peripheral area. Going north, it is closest to Yuqing Prefecture.
"Then hurry up, this Wan Gui Valley is no good place."
The curtain fell, as if unwilling to endure the howling wind and snow. Indeed, in this weather, at this time of year, who would want to travel and trade through the night?
The young guard wiped the frost from the corners of his eyes and straightened up. Once he crossed this canyon that had buried tens of thousands of Jiuyue people, he could finally enjoy the vastness of the sky.
The caravan moved forward in silence, the guards showing no sign of communication or relaxation, but patrolling the surroundings with the same seriousness and order as soldiers in the army.
The horses of the caravan also moved forward silently, gagged, and apart from the inevitable sound of their footsteps on the snow, the entire caravan looked like a ghostly shadow belonging to the snowy night.
After traveling for an unknown amount of time, they came to see a narrow canyon in the mountains. It was the place where a certain General Xin Su had opened up the mountains to bury his body. With the help of a Martial Saint, he had cut through the formation of thousands of miles of mountains with a single sword, opening up a wide passage for Xin Su to drive out the Jiu Yue tribe in this Qing Mang area.
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