Lianjian is the name of a large sect and also a place name. It is located in the easternmost part of Central China.
There is abundant rainfall all year round, and there are more than a hundred large and small hanging springs and waterfalls. Before you reach the mountain, you can hear the thundering sound of water.
The splashing water mist blends with the clouds, the green and red and yellow branches and leaves are intertwined, and if there are disciples of Lianjian in purple robes walking there, the mountains will become more colorful.
But today, there was not a single person on the plank road, beside the wooden bridge, or even in the houses with white walls and gray tiles, and not a single human voice could be heard.
The waterfall roars and rushes, but the evening air is heavy and the silence is as dead as winter.
The disciples of Lianjian gathered in Taixu Hall.
The vast hall was packed with people, and outside the hall was also crowded with people.
A large open space was tacitly left in the middle of the hall.
The beautiful girl with a pale face stood there, confronting more than ten people.
"Junior sister, I'm afraid you've suffered too much of a blow. You're exhausted and your mind is not clear anymore..."
Chu Huan spoke lightly.
Although he was shocked by the sudden change, his clothes and hair from head to toe were not out of place, making him look as reliable as a mountain.
As Qu Jiang's eldest disciple, his temperament is exactly the same as his master's, both are gentle and peaceful. Even when he says words of blame, it gives people an inexplicable sense of conviction.
As soon as he finished speaking, someone echoed, "Yes, nephew Qu, you can't say anything careless. You said that nephew Chu killed your parents, do you have any evidence?"
"We are all very sad about the passing of Saint Qu and Sect Master Liu... But for now, the Lianjian Sect still has to rely on Junior Brother Chu to make the decisions."
"You are talking nonsense and disturbing the people. What do you want to achieve?!"
The ones who were speaking were several elders of very high seniority. Their realm was much higher than Chu Huan, but they were standing behind Chu Huan at this time, as if they were taking him as the leader.
The other disciples in the hall had different expressions, some were convinced, some had doubts, and no one spoke for a while.
On weekdays, Chu Huan and Chen Yi take care of the affairs of the sect. Compared with the seldom-seen sect master and saint, these two have much higher prestige among the disciples. Now that Chen Yi is gone, the current situation is completely Chu Huan's one-man show.
Qu Duiyan didn't understand.
I don't understand why Chu Huan, who had been a disciple before I was born and whose parents always treated him as their own son, would do such a thing. Poisoning and plotting, all kinds of sinister means, if my father didn't trust him, how could the trap, no matter how sophisticated, be hidden from the sub-sage?
I don’t understand why those elders, who were so kind and amiable yesterday, could lie so harshly today.
I don’t understand why everything turned upside down overnight.
Although she is extremely talented and intelligent, she is still a little girl after all. A little girl who is always under the protection of her parents.
Human hearts are unpredictable, desires are insatiable, and the stakes of betrayal outweigh gratitude. How could she understand all this?
Qu Duiyan clenched the sword in her hand, her knuckles turning white. She was filled with grief and anger, almost desperate, but she looked straight into Chu Huan's eyes. She looked at her once familiar but now extremely terrifying senior brother without taking a step back.
"Justice comes naturally, and you know what you have done!"
Chu Huan did not argue any more, but just said softly, "But who would believe it?"
No one spoke.
The hall was eerily quiet.
So when the sound rang out, it was extremely clear, as if the entire Lianjian could hear it.
"I believe it. I believe in Senior Sister."
The crowd parted on their own and Chen Yi approached the palace gate.
Wherever he passed, a strong smell of blood spread. His sleeves were torn, his hair was disheveled, and he looked very miserable.
But his eyes were clear and firm, showing that the ambushes and assassinations along the way had not weakened his spirit in the slightest.
At this moment, Qu Duiyan suddenly felt the urge to cry.
Chu Huan's face changed slightly. He knew the deployment from Xilu to Lianjian, but Chen Yi still came back.
This is a variable.
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East Land. Endless snowfield.
There is no cold or hot season here, and the whole year is filled with white ice and snow. From the leaden sky, heavy snow falls in large drops, and can quickly cover a person's figure.
But today's snowfield is particularly dazzling.
A group of people in black robes walked through the wind and snow. Their figures were erratic and in the blink of an eye, they had traveled more than ten feet.
The leader suddenly stopped and looked at the snowy peak not far away. With his realm, he could naturally see the formations and palaces on it.
Someone knelt silently at his feet.
"Palace Master, are we going to Tongtian Snow Peak?"
The leader shook his head, "No."
He really liked the throne of the Golden Palace. It was left by the Demon Lord a million years ago. How could Yu Zhanmei be worthy of it?
But he was also really in a hurry.
So much so that I have no time to pay attention to the desire that is so close to me.
He was going to the Meteorite Abyss and first signed a contract with the monsters under the abyss.
If great things can be accomplished, not only will the Demon Palace be revived, but the whole world will be at our fingertips.
But he did not expect that when he crossed the Min River and came to the side of the abyss, someone had been waiting there for a long time.
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"Yu Zhanmei has arrived in the West Continent."
"Lianjian split into two factions, the north and the south."
"The Hantian and Xishui Palaces received the news we released and headed for the Meteorite Abyss. They all died in the abyss."
"Hokuriku will start an uprising on the third day of next month. Everything has been arranged."
“…”
The black-robed man sitting on a pine tree on a cliff, received news from various places one after another. Some of it he would tell Yu Shi, and some he would not.
He was the one who pushed behind the betrayal of Chu Huan of Lianjian Sect and the rebellion of the wise king of Beilu. He was the one who led Yu Zhanmei to the West Land. He was the one who fabricated the monster contract of Yunxingyuan. All the people are in the game.
Although there were many things that he did not expect.
For example, the dean did not go to Beilu or Lianjian as he had planned.
For example, the younger generations of Qinglu Sword Sect were more promising than he had imagined, and Qu Jiang's other disciple was not dead.
For example, those two stars.
But these are all minor details. Those who achieve great things do not pay attention to minor details.
Whether it is the Demon Lord or the True Immortal, that was all millions of years ago. In this era of stars, it is not their turn to appear.
He sat on a pine branch and looked at the clouds. He had never felt that the world was so vast and beautiful.
Suddenly I heard Yu Shi ask,
"What are you waiting for?"
He couldn't help but chuckle. He didn't wait, he was just enjoying the process of gradually reaching the top. It was enough for now.
He stood up, and the pine branches under his feet remained motionless.
There was no overwhelming demonic aura, only a faint crimson smoke that emanated from between the pale and almost transparent fingers and floated lightly above the sea of clouds.
Countless sword energies burst out from the middle-aged Taoist's body, breaking through the clouds and mist.
If people walking at the foot of the mountain looked up, they would have the horrifying illusion that the sky was being torn apart by life.
He struggled to hold on, almost exhausted, but the moment he saw the black-robed man attack, his eyes suddenly lit up, his chest rose and fell violently, he was even more angry than when he just confirmed that Yu Shi was possessed by the devil, "Rong Zhuo! You devil! You didn't die in Xiling Mountain!"
The battle of 'Xiling Mountain' was the only war that broke out a hundred years ago after the Taoist-Demon War.
At that time, Yu Zhanmei was a rookie, and the purpose of exorcising demons was naturally not for her, but for Rong Zhuo and his Qiong Palace. Rong Zhuo had already entered the Heavenly Demon Realm, which was equivalent to the sub-sage realm of Taoist practitioners, and he wanted to unify the Demon Palace and cross the sea to expedition to the other four continents.
Millions of years have passed since the Demon Palace split, and the forces have been divided, and only a person like this has emerged. His cultivation and ambition are enough to threaten the world.
Then Cangya, Qinglu and Lianjian formed an alliance and attacked Xiling Mountain. Liu Qishuang was traveling down the mountain, so she also went.
After the battle, everyone thought Rong Zhuo was dead. Zhou Yuandao even saw with his own eyes how heartbroken he was.
The Qiong Palace fell into decline and was taken over by Rong Zhuo's disciples, but it was not very successful for many years. In comparison, the prosperity and splendor of the Jin Palace was obviously more eye-catching.
As time went by, people only remembered the brutality of the Battle of Xiling Mountain and gradually forgot why this battle was fought.
But there will always be someone who will never forget.
When the wisp of smoke as thin as a thread floated before his eyes, Zhou Yuandao had an illusion for a moment, as if he was back in Xiling Mountain, next to the mountains of corpses and sea of blood.
I also returned to the time when I was still relatively young.
At this time, he had a more energy-saving way to deal with it, just like dealing with Yu Shi's cloud sea formation. He struggled to hold on and buy every second. He didn't wait for the other sub-saints to wake up and save him, but waited for someone to kill Yu Shi who had entered the devil.
But things are different now. Since the man in black robe is Rong Zhuo, it may be useless no matter who comes. Why not have a fight?
The middle-aged Taoist raised his right hand slightly and held it loosely, as if he was holding a sword.
Millions of sword energies gathered around his body, and the sound of breaking the wind was like a sharp cry of blood.
Although his Qinglu Mountain-Suppressing Sword was damaged, he was still alive and his sword spirit was still there.
Zhou Yuandao looked solemn, holding an invisible sword in his hand, and slashed towards the wisp of scarlet smoke!
The other party just raised his finger slightly, but he treated it as a courtesy.
Because the light smoke contained a terrifying and supreme pressure, almost approaching the threshold of a saint. Rong Zhuo not only did not die, but his realm was even better than before.
Under the sword's tip, the smoke dissipated.
A faint scarlet color floated among the sea of clouds, just like a drop of ink falling into clear water, light and silent, but quickly spreading and expanding, dyeing the sky red in an instant.
Blood oozed from the corners of Zhou Yuandao's mouth, and the sea of clouds beneath his feet was surging and had turned into a sea of blood.
The disciples of Baopu Sect only felt that the sky suddenly darkened, and when they looked up, they saw a dazzling red cloud covering the sky and the sun.
It was not as gorgeous as the sunset, but pure scarlet, as if thick blood was about to drip down.
Those with a lower level of cultivation felt unbearable stinging in their eyes at a glance and could not help but cry out in surprise.
He Lai scolded, "The Sect Master is fighting a demon cultivator on the top of the mountain, why are you making such a fuss?!"
The disciples responded in unison and went their separate ways, not daring to ask any more questions.
He Lai turned to the young man beside him, his face full of respect, "Big Brother, there is an important event on the mountaintop today, and the elders have told us not to go up."
The young man frowned slightly and did not agree.
He Lai's face was slightly stiff, but he didn't dare to speak.
Suddenly, the wind started to blow, and a ray of light appeared in the sky, breaking through the dazzling red clouds and floating down, like a candlelight suddenly lit in the long night, attracting attention.
The young man stretched out his hand, and the radiance fell right between his fingers, like a feather, pure and flawless.
The next moment, the red cloud was cut into pieces layer by layer, and amidst continuous exclamations, millions of feathers fluttered down.
The Nine Palaces and Eighteen Temples of the Baopu Sect were all enveloped in the flying feathers.
The young man finally confirmed his guess and set foot on the mountain path, leaving behind the voices of dissuasion and advice.
Zhou Yuandao stood in a sea of blood, his sea of consciousness was also contaminated by blood, and he was surrounded by a disgusting thick and fishy smell.
His cheeks were sunken and his face was pale.
The sword strike just now was not meant to kill Qingyan, but to strike with the sword.
Thousands of sword lights flowed, continuously breaking through the sea of blood, like bright and scorching feathers, falling on the pine branches on the cliff.
Cheng Tianyu had used the same sword at the Flower Folding Meeting. Its power was already astonishing, but how could it be even one-tenth as powerful as it is now?
This is a sword technique used by a sub-sage when he was young, condensing a lifetime of cultivation and glory.
The flying feathers of Hua Ge fell from the sky, which was extremely beautiful and solemn.
Rong Zhuo faced the sword head-on, the pine branches under his feet broke, and his airtight black robe shattered into pieces, finally revealing his true appearance.
He feinted and appeared above the sea of blood, his black hair dancing wildly and his red clothes three times darker than the blood.
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The Shiwandashan Mountains were extremely cold in early winter, with icy winds, frosty skies, and a thick layer of fallen leaves. Many ferocious beasts returned to their caves, preparing to begin their long hibernation.
But the most terrifying things are never beasts.
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan did not stop for a moment on the way and had to deal with endless crises in the mountains. When they walked out of the mountains, they were a little tired.
As far as the eye can see, the sky is red like blood and the clear light is like feathers.
When they were eighty miles away from Baopu Zong, someone blocked the road.
He was wearing green clothes with his hair tied up and had an indifferent expression. He didn't know how long he had been waiting, but the sword in his hand was covered with a light frost.
Such foresight and patience are naturally not welcomed.
Over the hill, someone was waiting. It was not a good thing, especially at this moment when every second counted.
Yin Biyue frowned.
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