Fengyunlu

In the distance, someone was standing by the thunder pool, looking into the distance, as if waiting for something mysterious to appear.

Their eyes were as clear as water and their black clothes fluttered in the wind, like a moving painting.

Against the backdrop of the snow, their figures looked particularly desolate, like a touch of gentle frost in winter.

The air was freezing cold all around. Long Tiexin stretched out her hand and caught a snowflake, which slowly melted in her palm.

A hint of coolness crept into her body from her palms, and she felt completely chilled.

"Hall Master." Long Tiexin whispered to himself, then turned around and jumped up lightly.

In the center of the thunder pool, black smoke puffed out, like the fragrant herbs burning in an ancient dry well, strong and lasting, lingering for a long time.

Lei Gong's eyes were as sharp as torches as he carefully observed his surroundings, his brows slightly furrowed, his hands ready for a powerful blow, just waiting for the demon hill to show up.

As expected, the figure of Moqiu slowly appeared, and thick black smoke condensed from the thunder pool. After a while, a faint figure was outlined.

"Master Lei, I'm sorry for offending you today. We'll settle the score together in the future." A faint voice sounded, and in the thick black fog, Moqiu's figure gradually became clear.

Moqiu, surrounded by black fog, seemed like a demon god from ancient times. At this moment, he seemed calm and composed, as if nothing was to be feared in front of Lei Gong.

It looked like he had accomplished his purpose and was leaving now.

However, things often do not go as one wishes. When Moqiu was about to leave, the sloppy man suddenly emitted a cold light and locked onto Lei Gong. They responded from inside and outside and were about to escape, but Lei Gong spoke at this moment.

"You can't leave." He said lightly, his tone aloof and direct.

Lei Gong's fingertips moved slightly, and an imperceptible trace of purple divine thunder silently penetrated into the black fog.

The lightning flashed by, without any momentum or aura, just like usual, appearing and disappearing in the black fog.

next moment.

A huge sound like the beating of a drum or a muffled bell exploded from the black fog. A blood mist dyed the black smoke into red flames. The blood, which was glowing green, looked purple and black, and dripped along the edge of the black fog. Drops of blood as big as buckets fell into the thunder pool with a crackling sound.

After a while, the black fog gradually faded, and the figure of Moqiu could be vaguely seen, but he was upside down, swaying and falling like a kite with a broken string.

There were three figures, one in front and two behind. Zhuang Mo was riding in the front, followed closely by Chun Mingge and Xia Tianchang. They were as fast as lightning and as loud as thunder, but they missed.

No one saw clearly how the sloppy man made his move, they only thought that he was one step ahead and grabbed the Demon Hill. The three of them turned around and looked at him, each with their own thoughts.

At this time, the sloppy man was holding a ball of dark black mist in his hand. The devil was in the black mist. But now he was upside down and his life or death was uncertain. Although the black mist was dark, it did not dissipate. It seemed that he was still alive, but it was hard to say how long he could last.

Zhuang Mo looked at it for a long time and turned his head away helplessly. Since he couldn't get it, there was no point in looking at it anymore.

On the other side, the two brothers of Chunming Pavilion were relieved. After all, the sloppy man was very skilled. It was much safer to have the Demon Hill in his hands than to snatch it away by themselves. As long as they could escape safely and get out of Leiming Mountain, it would mean that the Demon Flame Edge had been retrieved.

After more than ten generations, the ancestor's magic weapon was finally taken back in their hands. For the Beichen Palace, it was a great honor. The four brothers looked at each other and made up their minds that when Mo Yanfeng returned completely, they must go to the Immortal Demon Island to thank Mo Qiu for retrieving it for them.

"Looking down at the dust and smoke, Xie Qingshan, the ageless Cui Baifa, and the lonely Mo Wenjian, these three swords of heaven, earth and man are the disciples of the supreme sword master Bo Liangzi. I wonder which one of them you are?" Lei Gong stood in the light column, looking solemn and asked indifferently.

Just now he was caught up in a sword intent and only now was he able to free himself. Only now was he certain that the sloppy man in front of him was definitely one of the three swordsmen of the Jianyin Sect: Heaven, Earth and Man.

However, the sloppy man's current appearance was very different from the three famous swords, and even his aura was completely different. So although Lei Gong was suspicious, he was not quite sure and was still searching for this person's identity in his mind.

But just in a flash, the sloppy man instantly drew out two swords, and one sword slashed at Lei Gong. It was a killing move from Mo Wenjian's famous skill, Yijian Guhan, called One Thought for All Life. It contained the great way of the world and the burning of karmic fire. If Lei Gong hadn't barely made it through the circle of the heavens, he would have almost died with just one sword.

That sword, oh my, is just like the unique skill of Cui Baifa, the immortal immortal. The soul of the valley is immortal and full of vitality. Even the King of Hell has to take a detour! It can catch those who are dying and keep them in the world, leaving them with a breath. This sword is not just a weapon, it also represents a belief, respect and persistence for life.

Therefore, once the two swords came out, Lei Gong had to go all out to buy himself some time, so that the second sword would have a chance to save Mo Qiu and save his life. The power of the two swords forced Lei Gong to concentrate on fighting. He knew that only in this way could he give Mo Qiu a chance to survive and win a chance for his partner to survive in this life-and-death duel.

"It doesn't matter who I am. I'm just a wandering ghost, just fulfilling some unfulfilled wishes in this world." The sloppy man answered softly, his voice full of desolation and helplessness, just like those dying people, hanging on by some obsession, and refusing to swallow. His voice revealed deep loneliness and despair, as if in this troubled world, he had lost all his concerns and hopes, and only some unfulfilled wishes were left to support him to continue wandering in this world.

Lei Gong nodded: "Okay, since you have unfulfilled wishes, you should have left by yourself, but you disrupted our mountain gate today, and the disciples of the Thunderbolt Hall were also injured. As the hall master, I, Lei Gong, must keep you no matter what." Lei Gong's words were firm and resolute. He understood his responsibilities and mission. Even in the face of life-and-death threats, he had to stand his ground and protect his sect and disciples.

Lei Gong's eyes darkened, and he scanned every corner of Thunder Mountain. He also unexpectedly glanced at A Li. This was the first time Lei Gong looked at her straight in the eye after she came to the Thunder Pond. Lei Gong's eyes were full of scrutiny and vigilance. He seemed to be looking for something, perhaps assessing the current situation, or perhaps looking for a solution.

Ali's eyes fixed, and her heart trembled when the thunder swept over her. The long-lost warmth and dusty memories seemed a little strange and cold. The eyes seemed to reject her thousands of miles away, as if they were strangers who just met by chance and there was a gap between them. Ali's heart was filled with complex emotions, familiar and strange, eager and afraid. She didn't know how to face this person who was once familiar but now became a stranger.

In fact, she is no different. They knew each other in the past, but now she has become someone else's wife. Although they have experienced some twists and turns, they are already old friends when they meet. How can she be sure that she is not rejecting him from a thousand miles away? How can she be sure that the dark blue figure is still as warm as before? Ali's heart is full of contradictions and struggles. She doesn't know whether she should insist or let go. She is afraid that her decision will hurt others and that her feelings will be betrayed.

"Master." Long Tiexin came over at this time, her light figure seemed to sway in the wind, and the heavy snow made her look even more lonely and helpless. There was a tremor in Long Tiexin's voice, and her eyes were full of helplessness and confusion. She didn't know how to face this person who once gave her warmth and protection.

"Iron girl." Lei Gong suddenly felt distressed, his eyes fixed on Long Tiexin, the black shirt fluttering in the cold wind, Lei Gong's determination became stronger. Lei Gong's heart was full of pity and care, he looked at this little girl who had once become so helpless and lonely, his heart could not help but tighten.

I remember it was a snowy day, the little girl was alone and helpless, Lei Gong was handsome, his eyes were full of pampering, he gently stroked her forehead and wiped away her tears of grievance. Lei Gong recalled that time, that cold winter day, he met the lonely and helpless little girl, his heart was full of love and protective desire, he gently stroked her forehead and wiped away her tears, hoping to bring her some warmth and comfort.

"I will call you Master from now on." The little girl's eyes were firm. The little girl's words were full of determination and firmness. She seemed to have made up her mind that she would become an independent person and no longer rely on anyone.

"That won't do. How can the beloved daughter of the Sanxian Island Master be my maid for life?" Lei Gong smiled, thinking she was just a child. Lei Gong's words were full of teasing and doting. He looked at this stubborn little girl with love and care in his heart. He didn't want to see her become a maid. He hoped she could have her own life and future.

"My father doesn't want me anyway..." The little girl's eyes suddenly turned red, and she tried to hold back her tears. Her voice became smaller and smaller, and she finally rubbed the corner of her clothes. The little girl's words were full of grievances and loss. She felt abandoned and lonely, and she didn't know how to face this cruel reality.

Lei Gong felt a little reluctant and patted the little girl on the shoulder: "Okay, you stay here first." Lei Gong's words were full of comfort and care. He didn't want to see the little girl so sad and helpless. He hoped that she could find a warm haven here.

"Really?!"

"Really, but when your father's anger subsides, he will send you back to Sanxian Island..."

"Go on your own..."

After all, she is still a child. The little girl jumped into the house...

Oh, brother, please don't!

Hall Master!

Two quick shouts pulled Lei Gong back from his contemplation. He saw Long Tiexin, looking anxious, slapping the gray barrier, trying desperately to attract his attention.

Inside the barrier, Lei Gong's eyes were firm and resolute without a trace of hesitation, but he was a little nervous. He knew that he was acting against the will of heaven, and he had forcibly changed the state of the Zhou Tian, ​​but he still couldn't keep those powerful enemies. In desperation, he could only use his signature skill "Snow Falling in the Sky" to ensure that he could leave the Thunder Pool at any time and prevent those sloppy men and others from wandering around at will.

But the Zhoutian Realm was not something he could easily control with his own strength. Forcibly twisting it would consume a huge amount of power, which was the life energy. Now he was exhausted. If he continued to maintain the barrier, the life energy would be exhausted and his life would disappear.

If he dispersed his power now, although he could immediately recover the consumed energy and save his life, he would at most be slightly injured and would have a chance to recover in the future. But if he really dispersed his power, how would he deal with the powerful enemy in front of him? Could the Immortal Absolute Formation and the disciples of the Thunderbolt Hall alone stop the hidden sword power of the Zhoutian Realm?

Should he let his disciples fight to the death? Or should he hope that Zhuang Mo and A Li would turn against him? Or should he bet that the sloppy man had some flaws in his cultivation, and then hope that the righteous Xuanmen would come to support him...

Neither works!

Lei Gong didn't dare to gamble. All his hopes were not as good as a big fire that could burn out all the Qi of all living things. When he reached the peak of the Zhoutian realm, he would strangle all the enemies who came today to death.

After all, Mo Qiu had just stepped into the Thunder Pool and entered the mysterious formation. Although no one knew how he got in or what he took away from it, since he left the Thunder Pool, the Demon Flame Edge had disappeared and the mysterious formation had become dim, as if something was slowly dissipating, and even the power of the immortal veins of Thunder Mountain was slowly dissipating. Lei Gong felt all of this.

In addition, Fengchen has now completed the body training and is already in the Xuanmen. Lei Gong has already explained to his old friend. But at the moment, he cannot let down his ancestors. He has been the head of the hall for more than 200 years. He does not seek merit, but he cannot let the Thunderbolt Hall begin to decline in his hands.

Therefore, no matter what that demon did or took away, he must be captured to ensure the continuity of the immortal veins in Leiming Mountain.

"Second brother, try your best to protect our disciples. If anything happens to me, let Tieyatou maintain the situation temporarily. After Yuanxing comes out of retreat, you can take charge of the hall and become the 36th head of our Pili Hall." Lei Gong said silently in his heart, while Lei Teng was already dumbfounded.

Long Tiexin certainly didn't know this, she just desperately slapped the barrier, trying to get in. She had already seen the determination in Lei Gong's eyes, which was a trace of reluctance she had never seen since she was old enough to understand.

In the midst of the flying snow, the lonely figure still stands, his dark blue robe fluttering in the wind, as if nothing around him can get close, but he can never get rid of the vague worry in his eyes.

And in the cold wind of the Far North, I don’t know if there is anyone looking into the distance as well. I just heard that there are colorful ribbons hanging high over there, and there is a bride-to-be who is no longer the same person as before.

"Oh~" A soft sigh only echoed in the heart, but it touched a subtle emotion in the hearts of two people.

"Master." A soft call broke the silence. In the heavy snow, a cold beauty slowly walked over, the frost on her body gradually melting. She walked to the side of the skinny figure, her eyes full of tenderness and desire.

"Let's go." Lei Gong's voice was dry. He turned around and left without even looking at the beauty from beginning to end. He seemed to be avoiding something, or restraining something. In short, he didn't dare to face her.

"Okay." The beauty was stunned, and suddenly felt a little lost, but when she turned her head to look at the edge of the far north, and then looked back at the lonely figure slowly stopping in the snow, waiting for her to catch up, she felt a little warm in her heart...