One Sword Nine Ya

One step, the situation suddenly changed.

The Great Dragon Court was covered with overcast clouds, the thunder roared, and the pale lightning flashed in the sky. The water in Qianlongyuan became more and more turbulent. The waves hit the stone platform. This side of the world.

The little emperor's steps were met with invisible resistance, and he almost fell forward.

Zhuang Baihan held his hand tightly, and took a step, from sideways to slightly forward.That day, all the cultivation bases after killing the emperor and becoming a saint were fully aroused, surrounding himself and the little emperor, and resisting the desolation and desolation in the way of Shuhe.

He knew in his heart that the founding monarchs of the past dynasties were also mortals, and they did not have immortal guards, but they were able to walk this path. Now there are many difficulties, probably because the heavens do not recognize the little emperor, or the heavens do not allow people to be emperors.

The little emperor's eyes were blank, he didn't know what he saw, and he looked up at him: "Sir, I can't walk."

He half-kneeled on the ground, looked at the little emperor at the same level, and met his eyes.

"Yan'er, today is different, the way of heaven does not need a human emperor." He said slowly, "But the people of Central Continent need it, sir, teach you to do it when you know it can't be done, it's not because you insist on doing it, but because you have to do it. "

The little emperor sobbed a few times, held his hand tightly, and remained motionless on the spot.

He is still young, he only knows that the road ahead is terrible, and he almost collapses.

"Sir, I will not be emperor anymore, sir, let's go back to the capital..."

Zhuang Baihan stood up and looked at the little emperor with a blank and terrified face.At that moment, he thought of many things, such as the broken wall that the horseshoes stepped on in the war, the ignorant and confused eyes in the classroom when he was teaching, the bustling and unrestrained prosperity in the southern capital, the despairing kneeling of the former teacher at the bottom of the white jade steps, and that rainstorm. The blood on his wife's body.Just like the raging tide has fallen, the building will fall, and the prosperity and prosperity are far away.

If you really can't finish the road, you can retreat to the capital, and with the strength of the Yan Party, you can still become the king, and there will be no worries for a hundred years.

He closed his eyes lightly, and when he opened them again, there was no tender expression on his face. He led the little emperor and walked forward step by step without hesitation.

The little emperor suddenly felt that the abyss-like daunting pressure on his body gradually lightened up, and he looked up to see his husband's pale face.

Step by step, he walked against the cycle of ups and downs. At this time, the wind was strong, and amidst the deafening thunder, he could already see the entire Dragon Court clearly.

——Although there is no danger for a hundred years, if you don't go through this experience today, you will feel uneasy in the end.

"If you want to go to heaven, you must first open the gate of heaven."

When the heart demons arrived around the Huandang Mountain, their movements were indeed much slower, but they were not wandering aimlessly at this time, but slowly gathered on the other side, piled up in darkness, as if they were brewing something, which made people frightened.An elderly Taoist in Qingjing stroking his beard: "Ahem...you may not be able to escape these monsters at the foot of the mountain, you have to go up the mountain, but who is willing to open the gate of heaven, and who can open the gate of heaven? no return..."

On the road leading to Futian Palace on Huandang Mountain, once someone goes there, they can't turn back. If they can't climb to the top and become emperor, they will perish on the road, or be trapped in the maze forever.However, the immortal way stretches for thousands of years, and there are many people who perish, but very few climb to the top.

If there is an immortal emperor, the road on Huandang Mountain will open and close according to his will. If there is no time, Huandang Mountain will not be accessible.People in the immortal way can use this path to avoid the demons in their hearts.

Lu Hongyan was beside him at this moment, and replied: "Of course someone will come to open it."

Xie Lang: "Is it Lord Ye Jian or Lord Lanshan?"

"Mr. Lanshan can naturally sacrifice for the immortal way," Lu Hongyan said, "but Ye Jiuya can climb to the top."

Many people looked at her, and someone asked: "A year ago, I heard that Ye Jianzhu and Mr. Lanshan had a sword debate, and the two were at a stalemate..."

Lu Hongyan looked at the towering mountains shrouded in clouds and mist, and suddenly there was a paranoid burning in the eyes under the mask, but her voice was much lower: "He has to climb to the top."

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter from the crowd, and the woman in the gray robe jumped over them.Come to Lu Hongyan's side.

"Your Majesty's words are not bad." She said, "Masters, if you leave Huandang Mountain at this time, it will be the result of being corrupted by the demons in your heart, but if you retreat into the mountain, the person who opened the Tianmen died on the way , you can’t go back either.”

Dilemma, left and right, someone sighed.What's more, the head of Tianyan, Wan Tengfu, opened his eyes angrily, and his chest heaved violently: "You! Traitor...how come you are here!"

"Ahem... Master calm down," the old cripple appeared behind him without a sound, "Junior Sister always has a way, she said she can solve this matter, she will definitely..."

"You..." Wan Tufu was almost out of breath.

Everyone was very confused, only some people who knew the old story of Tianyan's two disciples who were expelled from the teacher's school because of conflicting ideas at that time could guess the identities of these two.

But as long as someone can solve the current predicament, how can anyone care about this old thing?

"In this way, wouldn't we be unable to enter the mountain?" Queen Yu asked with a frown.

"If someone can ascend to the top and become emperor, everyone will be safe for the time being." Chi Juntian looked around at everyone and said, "But there is another way, which may completely eliminate future troubles."

In the palm of her hand, a carved image of Tai Chi appeared, with Yin and Yang fish intertwined, connected end to end, swimming slowly, and gradually getting bigger.

"This thing is called Shengsheng Creation Platform. It was originally a forbidden thing in the sky, and it was never used." She said: "The way of heaven is above, and I can't reveal the secrets of the sky at this time. If you can protect one person to climb to the top of the illusion, I will There is a way to take advantage of the turmoil in the world to do something."

Wan Tengfu looked at the fortune table in her hand, and his face became much older in an instant: "Rebel, in the end, you still insist on doing such things."

"Didn't Master have great ambitions back then?"

"You have never touched the will of heaven, so you don't know how powerful it is."

"Master retreated, but I didn't retreat. This is the time to break the shackles of heaven and earth. Master, you can't stop it no matter what."

Wan Tengfu stopped talking.

Everyone listened to their conversation, and they couldn't hear anything. They only knew that if someone could climb to the top of Huandang Mountain, the catastrophe might be resolved.

"The survival of immortality depends on today." Chi Juntian said.

While talking, Mr. Lanshan and the others also came to the foot of the mountain.

"Earlier, Brother Ye said that he came to open the gate of heaven. I thought, I have to compete with him in cultivation, so I have to compete with him." Lu Lanshan smiled lightly on his face, making people feel like a spring breeze, "I don't want him to enter the realm again. , I’m willing to bow down.”

Ye Jiuya's advancement is naturally a good thing for everyone in the Immortal Dao. Several elders praised him one after another, saying that the younger generation is awesome.There is no objection to Ye Jiuya's coming to open the Tianmen, but there are many dangers on Huandang Mountain, which are unpredictable after all.

The demons on the opposite side gathered, ready to go.

"It's not too late." Chi Juntian looked at Ye Jiuya.

Jiuya's sword scabbard screamed, people stepped out of the way, and Ye Jiuya stepped forward.In the turbulent clouds and mist, there seemed to be the shadow of a huge mountain gate, echoing the sound of the wind.

The whole mountain is permeated with a misty and vast artistic conception, which makes people breathe lightly and calm down, only the coughing of the old man can be heard for a while.

Lu Hongyan looked at Ye Jiuya, and to her surprise, she didn't notice Ye Jiuya's emotional fluctuations.

He didn't seem to see any strange emotions, and he was very calm, probably due to his long-term cultivation.

It seems that along the way, the obsession to resurrect that person, when there is only one step away, can't hold back the waves of mood.

Or the entry of the Ruthless Dao, even the long-term concern will gradually disappear.

She found that almost everyone was looking at Ye Jiuya.

The snow-white robe fluttered gently in the wind, floating out of the dust.Even though none of the people present are ordinary people, they have to admit that this is the real Immortal Haoyue, which can only be raised in the snow-capped mountains in the far north far away from the mortal world.

Sword unsheathed.

Such a person uses a long, pitch-black sword—but it seems that only this kind of sword can withstand the empty and ruthless Taoism.

Ye Jiuya rose up, and slashed his sword towards the heavenly gate. His sword was always fast and crisp, but now it was slow. Everyone couldn't find clues from his calm expression, so they had to use sword moves to speculate. , he faced great pressure every time he swung his sword.

Finally, the clouds and mist trembled like mountains and seas, and an entrance was separated in front of everyone.

Step one step further, and feel the scenery around you suddenly change, the road becomes cloudy and misty when you come, you can't go back, and the front is also full of invisible resistance.

At this time, there was another tremor from the direction from which it came, and another wave rose again.

"It's a heart demon." Ye Jiuya said.

"Can they also cross the gate of heaven?"

"The way of heaven is declining, the gate of heaven is not completely closed, and you can come in."

Yu Huanghou looked at the young disciples under his sect worriedly: "What should I do?"

"Leave people here, and the rest will follow me." Ye Jiuya said.

"I'll guard." Kong Ming was surrounded by golden Buddha seals, calmly.

A few more Xianhou stayed with him, so that even if the heart demon breaks through the Tianmen, with their strength, they can stop it for a long time.

Dangerousness is naturally dangerous, and perhaps he is about to perish here.

Xing Qiu was originally quite curious about Huandang Mountain, and had been looking around with great interest, but after walking a few steps forward with Ye Jiuya, he looked back frequently, and finally frowned: "I'll stay too. "

He turned around and walked towards the people left behind.

Kong Ming folded his palms together and bowed to him: "The poor monk thanked His Majesty on behalf of the immortal."

His Majesty the Demon Emperor went to the side and sat on a wide rock, without looking at him: "I don't talk to bald donkeys."

The rest of the people walked forward, the "magic" of Huandang Mountain is really worthy of the name, the scenery almost changes every step, but the most striking thing is that after walking a few steps, a person suddenly appeared in the distance in front of him—a person who fell to the ground people.

His clothes were a toga with wide sleeves, a pale gold bottom, and silver and white patterns. His chest was covered in blood, and there were slight heaves. He was alive.

"Why is there someone here?" Someone asked.

Ye Jiuya, Lu Hongyan and Mr. Lanshan were already walking in front, but at this moment they stepped forward and came up to the man.

"Yes..." Lu Hongyan opened her eyes wide.

They all recognized her delicate and delicate face.

——It was Wen Hui's face, the boy who was always by Chen Weichen's side, running around for him, and fighting with him.

As if sensing something, the man slowly opened his eyes.

After opening his eyes, he didn't look like Wen Hui anymore.

It was a pair of very empty eyes, and it took a long time to open them before some expressions came back.

"Help me up." He said, his voice did not fluctuate, and there was a kind of jerky weirdness.

Lu Hongyan knelt down halfway, and helped him up. When she was about to stand up, she gave Ye Jiuya a blank look.

"I can't get up," she said.

"Wait a little longer." The man said.

His eyes stopped on Ye Jiuya, and there was a little smile on the corner of his mouth: "I've seen you."

As if remembering hard, he took a few breaths and said, "On the snowy mountain, you were still very young at that time."

Countless possibilities flashed through Lu Hongyan's mind, and she appeared in Huandang Mountain, on the snow mountain, and met Ye Jiuya——

There was a tremor in her voice: "You...you're not dead? Yan—"

"No," Ye Jiuya said, "He is the Dao of Heaven."

Lu Hongyan opened her eyes again.

The Dao of Heaven—the Dao of Heaven that people in the Dao of Immortals have always regarded as supreme, which Chi Juntian is determined to break, the Dao of Heaven that has declined in various speculations and prophecies, in this way, with a familiar face, appearing in front of them like this?

The man leaned weakly against Lu Hongyan's chest, blood was flowing out, and he didn't speak.

Ye Jiuya stretched out his hand to look at his injury: "Why are you injured?"

The man still didn't speak, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he couldn't even speak, Ren Ye Jiuya pulled off the clothes on his left chest to check the wound.

Ye Jiuya's movements suddenly stopped.

Accompanied by the sword all his life, he is naturally familiar with it.

No one knows better than him what kind of moves, what kind of strength, what kind of blade, and what kind of wounds can be stabbed.

It was the blade of the Folding Bamboo Sword, and it was Chen Weichen's move.