Thunderbolt Lord of the Fairy Mountain

Chapter 289

The sky was full of blood and darkness, and the goal was dilapidated and decayed, and the sound of mournful wailing at the end of Xiaoxiang continued to spread, constantly beating the hearts of people passing by.

groan! groan!
The silver light suddenly appeared, and there were many figures in the sky in the distance. The first person was wearing a Confucian robe, with long hair and shawls scattered, fluttering in the wind, showing a carefree attitude.

The void caused waves, a vast light rose, and all things glowed, and the eyes were bright in an instant, as if the sun had descended.

"To understand the things of all people, to realize the knowledge of one's own. Sincerity produces the will of the people, and the heart of life."

The title of the poem is bright, the light is clear and sacred, and the immortal posture descends gracefully, accompanied by the aura of grandeur, and behind you are the phantoms of sages!
Just as a thousand sails pass by, the sages accompany them!
Up to this point, Gucheng opened his eyes slightly, observing this blood-dark land, witnessing the thicker blood-dark aura than the last time he came here, his expression sank slightly.

After a while, his expression changed slightly, and he turned his head to look behind him. He saw the rising of holy energy, majestic like an abyss, and suddenly he saw the thunder, and the sword of transformation and rectification fell. , spread with Landsea, deterring the hearts of the people!
"What is wrong with the heavens and the earth is not judged by black and white, what is not committed by criminals and ghosts, what is broken by the sun and the moon is not broken. Confucianism, ruthlessness, Confucianism and selflessness."

The Angran poem resounded through the void, and came down in awe, and then saw a heroic figure, with a upright Dharma sword on his back, and a hand resting on the law of balance, coming majestically!
"Farru!"

Bowing his head slightly, Gucheng had seen the etiquette and was about to speak in detail, but he paused abruptly, shook his head with a wry smile, and looked behind him.

"I don't know who it is this time?"

Whispering, Gucheng's eyes flashed with curiosity.

This time the attack on the blood-dark barrier, due to time constraints, Gucheng rushed to the first step, and the French Confucian Lord Fengtian was extremely powerful, and he followed closely. Who is next, although it is a mess, he is really a bit curious.

"It should be. Ji Tan said it!"

It was originally talking to himself, but he knew that following his words, Fengtian, who had always been indifferent and cold, rarely opened his mouth and responded to Gucheng's words.

Gucheng turned his head and happened to see Jun Fengtian's dark eyes, deep in the darkness, looking at him himself, nodded and smiled, and said: "The result will be announced soon, I don't know if Faru's guess will come true!"

As the words of the isolated city fell, I saw that the distance was really colorful, a Sanskrit sound rang out, and the holy light shone all over the sky, and the bright light overflowed, shaking the eyes!
In the blood-dark barrier, the Zen sword is like Jitan, with white hair hanging high like a relic, and an eyeball that seems to be open but not open hangs from his forehead.

The eyelids are slightly closed, but there is a sense of laughing at the changing situation, and then talking about the ups and downs of life.

Carrying the Three Lights Excalibur, the blue light blooms, and a ray of holy light shines, the Zen sword seems to fall from the sky, the Buddha's light rises, and the poem sounds, but it is:
"Looking at the world of mortals, there is no time for a moment, participating in the illusion of Tanhua. Asking about the magic pearl Xuanxuan, the square inch has changed, and listening to the silent sword talking about Zen."

As soon as the poem trumpet landed, the chaotic world was cleared into strips of blue sky and bright moon. The air was clear and clear, and the Buddha's light redeemed it.

As expected by Faru, the person who came this time was indeed Zen sword Yiru Jitanshuo. After arriving here, Jitanshuo didn't say much, and just walked to the two people in Gucheng.

After a slight salute, he shut up and stopped talking, and turned to look at where he came from. Seeing this, the two in Gucheng stared into the distance without saying much.

As soon as you touch it, your eyes will change color!
The waves are rolling, the mountains and rivers are everywhere, and the waves are rising, the green mountains are lingering, the green water is rippling, and the rivers and rivers are long and long. From a distance, the rivers and lakes are melodious.

The light was bright and clear, and a figure who looked like Confucianism and Taoism, and who looked like an exiled immortal descended slowly.Like a Zen sword, it cuts open the four fields, and opens up a piece of pure land for this clear world.

It seems that slowly flowing water is passing by, the lake is rippling, and the lotus is just blooming.

Afterwards, there was a prelude to Jianghu, which came slowly, and after listening carefully, it was:
"There are so many rivers and lakes, the world is worth laughing."

"..."

In the far distance, the loud singing, accompanied by the undulating tide and the rolling river, come slowly, which is heart-pounding!
"A river of stars and the moon are like ice, and the bones of the immortals thank you for reading the inscriptions in the humble room. What does this body look like, and the nine winds are sailing in the sky."

With the arrival of Chu Tianxing, it seemed as if a signal had sounded. Afterwards, Mr. Butterfly, Jian Suifeng, Qixie, Jian Shiji, and Hate Wu Peak all arrived one after another.

In a short while, this place was already crowded with people. With so many people gathered, it couldn't help but set off waves of dark blood, which made the surrounding barriers shake endlessly.

Then it spread to the center, which attracted Ni Shenyang's attention. Ni Shenyang, who was sitting in peace in the temple of Jumang Peak, could not help opening his eyes when he felt the fluctuation coming from the enchantment.

He looked up into the distance, frowned, and looked away, "Yaoxue, Ziwei, Jingting!"

Following Ni Shenyang's words, Huangyang Yaoxue seemed to have been prepared for a long time, accompanied by the wind and snow, stepping forward, followed by Huangyang Ziwei and Huangyang Jingting.

"Yangshen, what's the matter?"

Looking up at Ni Shenyang who had already stood up from the throne, Huang Yang Yaoxue couldn't help asking curiously, Ni Shenyang had already summoned them once last night.

Logically speaking, at this time, Ni Shenyang should not call them, but this time it is different from the usual way, Huang Yang Yaoxue's mind moved slightly, as if he understood something.

Could it be that there has been news of Jun Fengtian and others?
Huang Yang Yaoxue's curiosity hadn't been uttered yet, when Ni Shenyang, who was dressed in a condensed temperament, had already said: "Jun Fengtian and others have attacked again, and now they are about to reach the center of the blood-dark barrier."

"Call everyone, go to guard!"

"Yes!"

Hearing this, Huang Yang Yaoxue didn't say much, which is rare, but responded with a serious face. The previous experience made him understand that the current world is much more dangerous than he imagined.

If you don't deal with it seriously, I'm afraid it's not just as simple as the blood-dark barrier shattering. What's more terrifying is whether the elves can exist.

After Huangyang Yaoxue and others retreated, Ni Shenyang sighed softly, his expression was indescribably complicated.

"Meow!"

When he was about to leave, he listened to the side, a crisp cry brought him back to his senses, and he couldn't help turning his head to look.

"Miaoer?"

The moment he saw Miao'er, Ni Shenyang's expression immediately changed to a gentle one.

"Yangshen, are you going out to kill again?"

When Ni Shenyang was about to go over and hug Miao'er into his arms, he heard an immature voice behind Miao'er, and when he fixed his eyes, it turned out to be a simple and unpretentious little girl in red.

"Little Moon?"

The moment he saw Xiaoyue, Ni Shenyang's eyes rippled deeply, and he couldn't help whispering.

"This matter has nothing to do with you!"

After a while, Ni Shenyang's expression turned cold again, and he said coldly to Die Xiaoyue.

"Meow meow."

Hearing this, Miao Er seemed to understand the meaning, and couldn't help shouting at Ni Shen Yang hurriedly, baring her teeth and protecting Die Xiaoyue behind her.

(End of this chapter)