[Gu Jian II] [Xie Le] Sincere love

Surrounded by clouds and fog, the majestic floating city in the sky reveals its ancient and magnificent appearance behind the oncoming thick clouds.

The huge underground root system of the cabinet tree penetrates the entire city and extends to the sky below the city.The ancient fresh air that envelops the spirit of water and wind is absorbed by the cabinet wood and gathers vitality for the Gulie Mountains.

Its once prosperous and verdant branches and leaves are shrinking, and the fertile soil under its feet is being barren. All the attached plants have been eaten away by the cruel time, leaving only the shell of the corpse, exuding miasma and death.

Le Wuyi stood on the back of the chicken, staring at this city full of sadness.

According to Emperor Wa's prophecy, the Lieshan tribe asked Fuxi to orthodox Taihua, and there would be a future emperor holding a fragment of the divine sword Zhaoming to save this floating city that was about to fall.He will break the barrier of Emperor Fuxi with his own hands, and use his prestige and imperial power to make the people of the Lieshan tribe, who are tainted with demonic energy, peaceful and calm in a corner of the world.

All of this almost came to naught just because he made a wish to the gods under the South China Sea.The power of the dragon intervened in the horoscope, allowing the master to reverse the fate of the rebirth, and even gave him a good time to linger in the world... He even pointed out a way for them to collect the fragments of Zhaoming, and use the power of the gods to eliminate the scourge of the ghosts, in exchange for the night god Yan Jun's reward... Ask him to conceal the crime of tampering with the Styx astrolabe...

Mr. Long... Thank you...

Le Wuyi put Xie Yi's letter on his lips and kissed it, just like in the past years, he kissed Xie Yi's green leaf gear in Yanshi with the most pious heart.

His eyes were full of reluctance, but he finally pinched it in his palm and turned it into powder.

Alas, Master, I have already begun to miss you.

He let go of his hand, letting the swirling powder flow away with the wind.Then he took out the water talisman, crushed it with his fingertips, and sent a brief message to Yichen.

Among the ancient runes of the Fuxi Barrier, the people of the Lieshan clan gathered in the square in the city. Cang Ming, the priest of Ziwei holding a scepter, looked up at the young man with long chestnut hair and lifted his long sword with an unpredictable expression.

The imposing sword is like turning the clouds to see the sun, splitting the sun and the mist, and smashing heavily on the barrier.Le Wuyi's fingers trembled slightly, making his tiger's mouth numb, but there was only a hair-thin crack on the barrier.

Sure enough... still not working.

He tried his best to gather his mind, unwilling to reconcile, and did not want to give up.He didn't want to use Zhaoming, he wanted to keep the three fragments that his master had earned so hard to fulfill Shenlong's entrustment and save his life.

He hated his master.If he died and scattered in this world, he would never have another chance to watch his master wake up and apologize to him personally.

Try again...just once.

He raised his long sword, leaped into the air, and performed the pose of ascending the clouds and chasing the moon.The majestic sword light poured down like a curtain, and landed on the tiny crack before it without any mistakes.The comprehension for a long time and Xie Yi's teachings in this life were all melted into the blade at this time. The last blow almost evokes the sunset beside him, with the golden-red brilliance of the sword blade, and slashes down with all his strength.There was a loud bang in the enchantment, cracks and stern textures, but it was supported by the powerful divine power of Emperor Fuxi, and refused to move an inch.

Le Wuyi fell back on the gluttonous chicken's back.He took out the vial and brought it to his lips.

The corner of his mouth was stained with blood from the bottle.It was clear that the cold liquid entered his throat, but it felt like burning pain, almost forcing out his tears.The coolness in the corners of his eyes was ruthlessly endured by him in the bitter wind and the glaring sunlight in the west.

Cold fingers opened the small jade-white seal, and half of the ring was taken out.

Cangming finally saw the fragments of the Excalibur Zhaoming.The stardust fused like a jade ring was held between the fingers of this young man who had never seen it before.

She put the scepter on the ground, and started the petition with the highest ceremony of praying to Emperor Shennong.

He is not Taihua's sword cultivator, but it seems that from this ring, he condenses an invisible heart sword.The strange and familiar powers of the gods merged together, drawing a light golden sword shadow, just like the afterglow of the ancient times when the primordial world first opened.It doesn't show its shape, it's not any divine weapon, it's just like intercepting a piece of spiritual breath from the divine weapon.This golden sword shadow resolutely slashed towards the crack in the barrier.

Violent tremors spread from a single point of the loud noise, and even shook the entire city. The barrier set by the great god Fuxi himself collapsed, creating a huge crack that allowed people to enter and exit.The shattered barrier fragments gushed out like blizzard snow, reflecting a desperate and sad crimson color in the last afterglow of the setting sun.

The fragments falling everywhere are as light as a dream, like a misty phantom surrounded by clouds and mist, collapsed and rebuilt, turning all the stories back to the first place, and ending a period of vague happiness.

On the dark river in Chang'an, the halo in Yanshi Xie Yi's pupils circulated, and the tenderness of his life bloomed in front of his heart.

Master...

There are 17 years of bells to go...listen for me again, please.

Cang Ming stood up, and controlled the spell to reach the edge of the barrier.The young man with amber pupils held tightly the broken ring pendant, stretched out his fingers, and handed it to Cang Ming.

"Pojun Priest Xie Yi...the man you met in Taihua...he was too injured to come," he said with a pale face and gray eyes, "if soon...you See him...help me tell him..."

He didn't continue, but finally smiled: "Forget it."

Under the forehead hair ornament, the tiny dragon pattern began to shine, the dazzling light pierced the golden forehead ornament, and the corners of the imprint faded and fell off, turning into a bright blue powder.

A circle of coiled dragon patterns appeared under his feet, the pointer of time reversed and peeled off, and the only spiritual breath left in his body emitted a light golden glow.

Cang Ming watched him close his eyes, and when he finally woke up, he didn't know what he was thinking, and his expression was both reluctant and gentle.

Holding the shattered pendant in her palm, she soaked her body with the demonic blood of Anyi that Emperor Fuxi used to sacrifice the sword.Her nails grew longer, black air swirled, and enchanting magic lines appeared on her cheeks.

The ancient soul-binding spell galloped from the scepter, entangled and spread, dragging the dying person to her feet.

In just a blink of an eye, Priest Ziwei's skirt dragging the ground was like an epiphyllum, and it suddenly bloomed on the ground. She sat beside Le Wuyi, and the emerald green water pattern centered on the scepter, scattered in all directions, gathered spiritual power, and poured into the formation. Zenith for middle-aged and young people.The gradually falling emblem stopped its decline, but its brilliance dimmed.Cang Ming closed his eyes tightly, and suddenly said, "Hua Yue!"

After receiving the order, Priest Lianzhen quickly stepped forward and sat down, holding the harp by his hand.Cang Ming still closed her eyes tightly, and the brilliance of powerful spiritual power gathered between her brows, and her slow and melodious voice carried supreme majesty: "Let them infect the whole clan with fragments as soon as possible. You, stand up for me."

Huayue's expression was sad: "Your Majesty... In order to keep you a step back then, the city lord has not woken up yet."

Cangming said slowly but firmly: "In the name of Ziwei, I order you to fight for me."

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