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- Chapter 422 Fleeting Time Part Two
Chapter 422 Time flies
Time flies.
The 172nd year of the Heavenly Sword Calendar was an extremely peaceful year for the people of the Central Plains. Although they were worried about the sword wizard approaching Kaiyang Pass, they were also occasionally worried about the war between the sword cultivators who did not know when it would happen. However, in this peaceful year, the sword witches and wizards who were said to number 200,000 and huddled in Heze did not make any move for a whole year, as if they were just here to show off their power to the sword witches in the Central Plains by laying down the Kaiyang Pass.
As for the Demon Sect, Cidu Shen Sect and Shenjian Sect, who were secretly fighting each other, they also behaved quite reserved this year. Cidu Laojun even sent a friendly envoy to the Shenjian Sect, and the Demon Sect was once again isolated.
But for the sword cultivators guarding the line between Kaiyang Pass and Longyang Valley, as time passed, they did not feel the slightest relief. Instead, they felt more and more depressed that the rain was about to come. Because the Sky Cranes flying to Heze from all over the wilderness are becoming less and less every day, this does not mean that the sword wizards are no longer drawing strength from everywhere, but it means that the gathering of sword wizards has been basically completed after taking several years
Only those on the front line can feel that the war is imminent.
When the bell of the 173rd year of the Heavenly Sword Calendar rang, all the sword cultivators on the front line of witchcraft clearly felt that along with the "dong dong" the bell sounded, there was also, "Coax coax "The sound is a sound similar to the roar of the earth. If you want to listen deliberately, you won't be able to understand it, but every sword cultivator here can clearly feel it in the New Year's bell. , the tens of thousands of sword cultivators here all climbed up the mountain, looking to the west in the dark night, their eyes full of anxiety and excitement, and inexplicable sadness
Sword witch, are you coming?
Ling Qingzi, the elder of Cidu, was also having an unhappy New Year. She was standing in the elders' pavilion, looking angrily at a seriously injured pavilion elder who was lying on a stretcher and being carried back. Meng Xueer, the divine sword Tianxuan wrapped in black cloth, stood behind her.
"It was just a tombstone. I sent the disciples of the Elite Pavilion to destroy it. The disciples of the Elite Pavilion were killed, so I sent the deacon elder to destroy it. The deacon elder was killed on the way and came back. Okay, I sent a pavilion elder to do it personally. Now Mr. Ge is back after being killed again. Are you all just living for a living? Do you want me to do it myself?"
There was a reason for Ling Qingzi to be so angry. For a whole year and four months, the tombstone that humiliated the Cidu Shen Sect still stood at the site of the Ningjian Sect. No matter who she sent to destroy it, it would be destroyed. People were killed on the way back.
Cining Palace, when Laojun once again took over the power of Shenzong, Cining Palace became a decoration like the saint in charge.
The Holy Aunt helped Chang Fengzi, who was staggering, into the master's secret room. After taking off the black clothes he was wrapped in, he revealed a white sword robe soaked in blood.
"Why are you doing this? It's just a tombstone. There are very few things that the master has to do that he can't do." Shenggu said with regret while treating Chang Fengzi's wounds.
Changfengzi looked at the holy aunt steadily, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes, "To you, is that really just a tombstone?"
"What else could it be?" Shenggu said very calmly, but the hand that was bandaging Chang Fengzi was trembling slightly.
"There are some things about a person. You don't have to know, and I won't tell you. You only need to know that Di Yunchen is still alive. As soon as he comes out, he will have enough ability to fight against us. Perhaps, he will walk into the murderous crime scene." The conspiracy of Mr. Dage is just an excuse he made for himself to draw his sword against us. He has not come forward now because he is tolerant. I understand him. His forbearance now is for the sake of being cruel in the future."
What Chang Fengzi didn't say was that Di Yunchen was Young Master Ningjian. No matter how much he tried to hide it, some habits and temperament could not be changed. According to the description of the candidate disciple, plus that piece of almost perfect Chang Fengzi immediately recognized the tombstone and the handwriting on the tombstone who erected the tombstone. He stopped Lao Jun from destroying the tombstone now just to avoid further angering Di Yunchen. Changfeng knew better than anyone else. No one in the Cidu Shen Sect could handle Di Yunchen's conspiracy. More importantly, he had too many reasons to be unable to expose Di Yunchen's identity as Young Master Ningjian. Even if he was exposed, the world would regard him as a joke that Cidu Shen Sect wanted to punish.
The Holy Aunt didn¡¯t understand why. What does Di Yunchen¡¯s life have to do with Chang Fengzi preventing Lao Jun from destroying Leng Hualing¡¯s tombstone?
Changfengzi then said to the holy aunt in a begging tone: "Now, I can't take action for the time being. Unless Laojun goes there in person, otherwise, the only way to stop them is by you. I have been doing it for long enough. Now I can't do it." I¡¯ve given it to you, I know that even if you don¡¯t leave home, someone can do it for you, and I also know that you really want to do it, so keep doing it!¡±
When the Holy Aunt heard this, she clenched her fists with anger on her face and her whole body trembled.
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On the first day of the new year in 173, the sun above the Yangguang Mountain was so bright and windless, but what the hell is that, the leaves all over the Qinling Mountains were uniformly trembling, and even the thorns hidden in the nooks and crannies of a certain mountain col were shaking. Its yellow and purple leaves tremble slightly.
Trembling, and the hearts of all the sword cultivators waiting here, from midnight to early morning, the anxious "coaxingcoaxing" sound never stopped, so that early in the morning, hundreds of sword cultivating spies were Sent around Heze.
But the news of the return shocked the Zhongyuan sword cultivator.
The more than 100,000 sword witches and wizards gathered in Heze had already poured out of their caves last night, not to the east, but to the west.
This news made all the sword cultivators confused. What is the sword wizard doing? Could it be that something big happened in the wilderness and the troops were hastily withdrawn overnight? This is too incredible
Wangsheng Valley in Baiqi Mountain. It is the only way to enter Yunze from Heze.
At this moment, in a vast plain field at the foot of Baiqi Mountain, in the mind of the sword cultivator, more than 100,000 sword shamans who had hurriedly evacuated overnight were arranged in four huge square formations, representing the power of the four great Dharma gods of the wilderness. Amidst the huge roaring noise, you can see the tall and continuous Baiqi Mountain in the distance.
The mountain roared, trembled, and evencollapsed in front of them. The loud sound of shaking the earth was continuous, gradually dispelling the anxiety in the hearts of the young sword wizards, igniting the fighting spirit and self-confidence in their hearts, and Together with the blood boiling in the body
Coming here, at this moment, the Sword and Witch Sect finally knows what they have been waiting for for a year, and what is coming now.
As the mountain in front of you suddenly collapsed outwards, and then collapsed on both sides, this mountain peak became a thing of the past, replaced by a slowly moving mountain peak that was 60 meters tall and nearly 100 meters in diameter
At the top of this mountain peak, there is a woman with skin that is better than snow. There is no ink on her clean and beautiful face. In the flying dust, she looks to the east with a blurred eyes, filled with obsession, hatred, and ¡.feel nostalgic!
When the dust flew away, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the east wind blowing from Kaiyangguan. Then, there was a trace of frailty and tenderness on her strong face, just like she was snuggling in her mother's arms and tasting the taste of her hometown. smell.
Behind this turtle, there followed a white dragon with three heads and six tails. This unruly white dragon was regarded as a god-level beast. For some unknown reason, it looked like a reptile at the moment, with obvious signs of evil on its body. Scars followed the pack turtle dejectedly.
Seeing this, looking at the giant turtle that took more than a year to crawl from the distant Mengze, looking at the girl on the back of the turtle, looking at the Baiqi Jiao behind the turtle, all the sword wizards restrained themselves. They were so excited that they seemed to have seen the end of the sword cultivator, and they wielded their swords with all their strength and shouted:
¡°Ya¡.¡±
"Ya" They shouted and waved their swords desperately, as if they wanted to vent out all the shame accumulated over the past hundred years by being driven out to the wilderness by sword cultivators.
The pack turtle that had just climbed out of the mountains seemed unable to feel the dependence and worship of the group of ant-like humans in front of it. The bright yellow light on its huge body flashed, and it was about to attack.
"Tuo'er!" Following a gentle female voice, the furious turtle immediately dissipated the light on its body and stopped a hundred meters away from the sword wizard phalanx. For a beast carrying a tortoise, there is no such thing as fatigue even if it doesn't stop for the rest of its life.
A short, fat swordsman with ink facial makeup on his face stepped forward from behind the turtle. He was the Leshan Patriarch, one of the four great Dharma Gods of the Wilderness. His outfit and his face were more like turtles. With his shell-patterned facial makeup, at first glance, he looks like a little turtle standing in front of the pack turtle.
"Haha" Many sword wizards couldn't help laughing.
"Everyone," the Leshan ancestor didn't care about the ridicule of the sword wizards. He gently shook the bronze bell in his hand, and the nearly six-foot-tall Bai Qijiao crawled over from behind the pack turtle, and then lay down docilely beside the Leshan ancestor.
"This Bai Qijiao has been recovered by me with the help of Princess Wan'er's turtle. From now on, it will fight side by side with us and drive those hypocritical sword wizards into the sea." Leshan ancestor proudly announced with his fat hands raised .
Only then did all the sword wizards realize that the Leshan Patriarch was the weakest among the four great Dharma Gods of the Wilderness. With him, let alone recovering the White Qi Jiao, he could kill it. But now there was a pack turtle to help. It was different. With the pack turtle With the characteristic of being invincible, he struggled with the grumpy Bai Qijiao for a while. When the Bai Qijiao was exhausted and before it could escape, the Leshan Ancestor took action again with the help of magic.?It will not be so difficult to recover the Bai Qijiao by force.
It can be said that if the turtle is a mobile fortress, then Bai Qijiao is a warrior who charges into the battle. As long as it recovers, not even a generation of sword gods can stop it.
Under the clamor of the sword wizards, the other three Dharma gods also stepped forward and stood in front of the turtle together with the Leshan ancestor.
The difference is that there is an old woman who is over seventy years old, has no legs, and wears a red flower on her head. Diller is carrying her forward on his back. She is one of the four great Dharma gods of the wilderness, the master of Diller and Wan'er for hundreds of years. The Honghua Granny who was feared before.
"Grandma." Wan'er immediately slipped off the turtle and glanced at Diller with a blushing face. Then she took the red-flowered mother-in-law from Diller's back and floated up the turtle's back like catkins.
The other three Dharma Goddess have no objections to Granny Honghua, who is so powerful at the moment. Although Granny Honghua has the smallest subordinates among the four Dharma Goddess, all of her disciples are outstanding, and they have to rely on them to counterattack the Central Plains. Wan'er's carrying turtle had to ask the other three Dharma gods to temporarily recognize the leadership status of Granny Honghua.
"What are you still hesitating about? The two Kunshan brothers led their troops to follow the pack turtle and entered the Central Plains along the Longyang Valley. I am on the right, the Leshan ancestor is on the left with Bai Qijiao, and the sword cultivator has occupied our homeland for hundreds of years. Yes It¡¯s time to take it back.¡±
As soon as Granny Honghua¡¯s voice fell, the sword wizards who had been waiting for this order for several times more people all turned to the east, waved their swords and roared hysterically:
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