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Text Volume 1: The Rising Chapter 17: The wind blows the remaining leaves

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    The breeze picked up the remaining leaves floating in the sky, as if regaining those barren years buried deep in the depths, one by one, but before they fell to the ground, they were melted by the hot temperature in the air.

    At this moment, Zhuo Yan's whole body was shimmering with golden light, as if the Buddha was alive. It was as dazzling as a red sun, making it difficult for people to look directly.  A pale smile appeared at the corner of Zhuo Yan's mouth, and the light in his eyes was lingering. He looked at the old beggar opposite, and his eyes seemed to be telling something in detail.

    Ten years ago, a young man who was tired of life came to Wuming. He was alone and did not receive the care he deserved. He was bullied and scolded everywhere.

    The young man was unwilling to do this, but he was too weak. The young man left Wu Ming and wandered to Qingshan.  In a deserted temple that has been around for countless years, he unexpectedly discovered a simple book "Qingyang Jue". For a moment, the young man stood there blankly.

    The young man looked at the yellowed pages of the book in his hands. He held his hands tightly, and an unyielding and untamed pride appeared on the young man's thin face.

    From then on, the young man studied the secret method in the book hard, hid in the mountains and forests, ate fruits all day long, drank the nectar of the mountains, and waited until he became famous. However, half a year later, the young man did not even reach the first level. For a moment, the young man was helpless.  Sad and angry, but the boy's amazing perseverance will not be succumbed to the so-called talent.

    The young man gradually realized that the skills and secret techniques in this book were simply subversive to martial arts. The spells in the book were ever-changing, and the power they produced shook the heavens and the earth, and the elements of the void condensed all things and moved the universe.

    When the universe is complete, it is the great road. What kind of road this is, the young man does not know, but the otherworldly skills and secrets it brings can simply stand out among the others in the world.

    But at the same time, the bloody killing seems to be subject to some kind of restriction. When you practice, you will always have an unstable mind. Is this the so-called obsession?  The young man was puzzled and began to restrain himself, so he lurked in the secular world.

    As the years go by, the young man¡¯s Qingyang Jue reaches the so-called Great Perfection. Is this the limit?  The young man vaguely felt that there was much more than that, and gradually, what was all this?  And what is the will of God in the dark?

    The remaining leaves rolled up again, and the unyielding pride of the carrier melted in the air again.

    Suddenly, Zhuo Yan let out a low cry, and the golden light swirling around him burst out again. The old beggar covered his eyes with his hands and stood there motionless, as if he was feeling something. As expected, the person above the old beggar  In the void, the space rippled, and then the wrinkled dark clouds quickly condensed into a black wind blade, carrying the sound of wind that broke through the air, and slashed downwards fiercely.

    The old beggar¡¯s pupils shrank, looking at the approaching wind blade, he waved his hand, and the red ball floating in front of him rotated rapidly, and at the same time, the red light surrounding the old beggar became brighter and brighter.

    The black wind blade slashed forward without hesitation. The next moment, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, whimpering in the red veil without a single ripple. Seeing this, the old beggar showed disdain.

    At this time, there was another cold snort in the air. Zhuo Yan floated above the old beggar, looking at the old beggar coldly as if he were looking at a dead person. At this moment, a bowl-sized flame condensed in Zhuo Yan's palm, beating in Zhuo Yan's hand.  On Yan's slender fingers.

    Liu Yan, who was standing aside with a look of despair on his face, said, "What on earth is all this?"

    Suddenly, Zhuo Yan turned to look at Liu Yan and said coldly: "It seems that you have also fallen into this path by mistake. If so, then you have no value in existing."

    "What are you going to do?" The old beggar asked quickly when he saw that Zhuo Yan was pointing in the wrong direction.

    "What I pursue is nothing but the so-called way of heaven."

    "But what is the way of heaven? All this is just a way to cultivate immortality. Why bother to attack an ignorant child." The old beggar retorted, and at the same time, the mist in the Dantian in his body began to circulate rapidly.

    "None of this can be decided by you." Zhuo Yan roared, and the flames on his fingertips swung down, but the direction was not Liu Yan, but the old beggar, "Yan Heyun, Liu Yan's life is in your hands."

    Yan Heyun, who was standing aside, seemed to be touched. He turned around and looked at Liu Yan. An astonishing aura suddenly burst out from his pale face and white hair. The space around him shook. Suddenly, black and white auras emerged from Yan Heyun's body, like two shocking weapons.  The string bow turned into two black and white streaks and shot towards Liu Yan.

    Liu Yan's face was startled, and then he quickly mobilized the red light spots in his body that were almost dry. Then a red light appeared under Liu Yan's feet, and he jumped seven or eight meters away, and the two Pilians were also deeply pierced.  The place where Liu Yan had previously stepped was followed by an explosion, with gravel splashing and fallen leaves flying.

    Seeing this power, Liu Yan's face became ugly. He turned his eyes and glanced at the old beggar who was currently fighting fiercely with Zhuo Yan, and his eyes became complicated.

    Suddenly, through the voidFrom time to time, there were explosions and the sound of chaotic footsteps, which shocked many people at the scene. Looking from the depths of the woods, a hazy figure came from the mist, and the figure gradually became clearer.  A handsome young man and a slightly bloated man walked slowly over. They turned out to be Yan Xiang and Lu Xun.

    Accompanying the two men were nothing more than numerous soldiers, but one of them was particularly eye-catching. This man had a white beard, long hair shawl, and was wearing a yellow robe. If you look closely, you can see that there is a very conspicuous broad embroidered pattern on the robe.  A tiger's head with fangs, all this is

    Liu Yan looked at the people coming from the opposite side, his face became more and more ugly, "Even Xiao Hu's deacon is here." Liu Yan murmured in a low voice. He didn't expect that the force behind Lu Xun's so-called power was actually the famous Xiao Hu. No wonder he even  The government did not dare to get too involved.

    Yan Heyun looked at the people who came here, especially the deacon Xiao Hu, and couldn't help but laugh, "Jun Wutian, I didn't expect you to come too."

    When Deacon Xiaohu heard this, he couldn't help but laugh, "Mr. Yan, aren't you here too? It's just my nephew who caused some trouble, and I, an old man, am just joining in the fun."  While saying this, Jun Wutian glanced at Liu Yan specifically, his eyes like knives, piercing Liu Yan deeply.

    Although this momentum is weaker than the power brought by Yan Heyun, my intuition tells me that this person will be a more terrifying existence than Yan Heyun.

    The old beggar suddenly burst out of the void and quickly landed next to Liu Yan. At the same time, his expression moved, and an aggressive aura quickly gathered in all directions. Everyone felt their hair standing on the ground, and they stood there, wanting to move but unable to move.

    Zhuo Yan suddenly let out a low cry, and there was another invisible pressure, and the air that had been calm seemed to be filled with stormy waves. Suddenly, the two momentums collided, making everyone miserable. Yan Heyun, whose strength was at the master level, and  Except for Jun Wutian who could still maintain a trace of consciousness, the rest of the guards felt pain in their heads and dizziness. The next moment, they fell down one after another, and Lu Xun and Yan Xiang also fell silent.

    For a moment, Yan Heyun was fine and did not do anything extremely embarrassing. On the other hand, Jun Wutian was stunned on the spot. Suddenly, a loud bang woke up Jun Wutian who was stunned in the spot.  Zhuo Yan and the old beggar took a few steps back.

    Zhuo Yan saw Yan Heyun and Jun Wutian behind him and couldn't help but said angrily: "Don't forget what you came here for. I will help you drag this white-haired old man. As for the rest, you can handle the rest by yourself."

    Upon hearing this, Yan Heyun and Jun Wutian nodded at the same time and looked at Liu Yan with evil intentions.

    "Yan'er, let's go quickly." The old beggar shouted quickly, and at the same time, the red ball tumbling in his palm flew towards Liu Yan, "This is the Black Fire God Bead, a top-level spiritual weapon, useful for your self-defense. You go now."

    Liu Yan took the Black Fire Divine Bead and quickly put it away. At the same time, a red light flashed under his feet and he ran away into the distance.

    "I want to leave." Yan Heyun jumped up quickly, like a black and white wild crane, chasing after Liu Yan. Jun Wutian also smiled "hehe" and jumped forward on his toes, like a fierce tiger, galloping in the jungle.  between trees.

    Looking at Liu Yan going away, the old beggar looked at Zhuo Yan who was looking at him in a daze, "What you want, I'm afraid you won't know until you go to hell."

    "Really?" Zhuo Yan asked back. At the same time, the golden light flashing on his body burst out again. A cyan tail shadow also shuttled in the light. Suddenly, a black-red sharp blade shot out and shot towards the old beggar.  , the ferocious snake fangs are full of terror at this moment.
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