What about the Immortal Sword Sect?
It seems that there is no loss, but in fact, the comfort and compensation for the large and small sects in Yuezhou are simply countless.
They wanted to seek justice from the Demon Sheng Sect, but Boss Yao kicked the ball and directly passed the blame to Shang Shanling and those god-knowing immortals.
In addition, the Lord Tianwei Su Wuzhe intends to stabilize the situation in Kyushu. They are dumb eating Huanglian, oh no, it should be said that they are dumb eating Huangxiang. They are disgusting and unlucky.
In Qingxutian, an elder who was about to enter the late stage of returning to the spirit world died. In addition to Yao Mengxun and a few core disciples, all Jingcitian died. In Juexian Sect, only Jiang Liuer, who was already crazy, was left. .
Based on this calculation, among the four sects in the Three Days and the two major demon sects, it seems that only a few mediocre people who are waiting to see what happens are the winners who are not winners!
In particular, Wu Renfu, the leader of the Shenhuatian Sect, did his best to take care of his beloved disciple who had been seriously injured and had not yet recovered. He also received a visit from Zhuang Junwu, the envoy from Tianwei City.
After a long talk and friendly discussion with Zhuang Junwu, he received many gifts entrusted by Su Zun, and he can be called a winner in life.
As for the strange beasts in the small secret realm, and even the true follow-up of Ru Fengzhai, we will not mention it here for the time being. In the future, Qingyun will have the opportunity to visit the New Thirty-three Realms to find out.
Now the young master is carefully observing the differences between this time traveling through the void and the past.
The ancient sword Zangfeng is very magical. If it is said to be psychic, it has always been like a dead thing. Even though Qingyun kept talking to himself with this only companion, it never responded.
But if it is really a dead thing, Zangfeng can completely understand Qingyun's meaning after connecting with it. Just like now, it has perfectly constructed a space from Wuhua Mountain in Yuezhou to Yiren Mountain in Liangzhou. tunnel.
This tunnel is not as beautiful and stable as when using the teleportation array. The invisible walls around it all have a faint red color. Qingyun understands that this is probably the power of space driven by the evil spirit in Xiao Qi's mouth.
At the same time, visible to the naked eye, the blood color on the Hidden Edge Sword was rapidly decreasing, and it seemed to have turned somewhat dark in less than a quarter of an hour.
According to Qingyun's estimation, the current evil energy in the sword would only be enough for Zang Feng to use it once again.
And this evil spirit is not like spiritual power, it cannot be seen or touched, and I cannot estimate the equivalent power with a specific amount. However, according to the saying that monks can only use the power of space when they are above the spiritual mirror, Zangfeng actually It should be very awesome.
"But why does the grade of this black lump look so low? It's good, so as not to be so ostentatious in the market and attract people's attention. Moreover, it has been suppressing and absorbing blood evil karma in my body. Slowly, it is better than nothing."
What surprised me was that the distance from central Yuezhou to Yiren Mountain in the southernmost part of Liangzhou might not have been very far in the past.
But now that the power of time and space is in chaos and more and more teleportation arrays are beginning to fail, Zang Feng actually took less than half an hour, which is dozens of times faster than simply using the teleportation array!
The sun was dazzling at the end of the space tunnel, and the earthy smell mixed with the fragrance of grass hit his face, making Qingyun's originally sad and desolate heart warmer.
Finally, he came home.
Although there is only a charred, weathered, and silent ruins without any life in front of them.
"Huh?"
Outside the ruins of Liangren Village, Qingyun Jian frowned and let out a light sigh, but did not set foot directly.
"Why does it seem like someone has been here?"
Whether it was the memories of the past or the dream of returning to his hometown in the Thirty-three Realms, all the villagers, including Yan Liangshan, were buried by him with his own hands.
Although it was normal for people to come here more than ten years ago, what made him feel strange was that although it was in ruins, it had obviously been taken care of, and the simpler earthen graves of the villagers had also been renovated. Arrange and bury.
"Who is the one?"
Qingyun cautiously entered the village to investigate. Looking at the rows of empty monuments that could not be said to be uniform, but at least arranged in an orderly manner, he was filled with doubts.
"Is it Alian?"
Qingyun immediately thought of the little fox who broke out of the confinement.
But then I thought about it, according to Alian's temperament, after discovering that she was not among the corpses, it would have been nice if she could not have killed the villagers in the wilderness. It was simply a daydream to expect her to repair the tombstones.
"Is it that Your Majesty?"
The second thing Qingyun thought of was the male cultivator in white with a chaotic face. After all, the place where he met this man in the illusion was Liangren Village!
However, the opponent's strength is unfathomable, and his intentions and intentions are even more difficult to fathom. If he is using himself, Qingyun thinks that he is an ant and is not qualified to become a big boss's chess piece.
Not to mention that a boss of this level wouldn't be able to visit the graves of these mortals with nothing to do, right?
But if it wasn't this person, then who could it be?
Suddenly, the young master had a flash of inspiration and remembered that when he first met Alian, the little fox seemed to have mentioned to him that Wang Qingquan, the monk stationed in Qingxu Tiangan Bell City, seemed to have been paying attention to the murder case in Liangren Village. the truth.
And he himself seemed to have guessed that Yi Qing died unexpectedly!
"Yes, it should be him."
Slowly walking into the village, Qingyun murmured to himself.
Gently caressing the rows of empty monuments, the texture of the stones had already become rough due to weathering. He wanted to pay homage to Yanliang Mountain, but he couldn't tell who was buried underneath.
So he had no choice but to kneel down silently towards the deserted grave and kowtowed heavily several times.
Xiao Luoyi's death made Qingyun's tears become rare and precious. He not only forgot his hatred, but even lived with it for a time.
But facing opponents as powerful as the might of God again and again made Qingyun realize more and more that hatred and tears will not bear fruit, and everything must be done by himself.
"I heard that Wang Qingquan is a monk at the peak of the Concentration Realm. It's okay. I'll go to Qianzhong City later to see if I can see this person."
Stepping on the Yangchang Mountain Road in my memory, Qingyun did not go home first.
He always remembered his eldest sister's original speculation. When he had time to return to Yiren Mountain, he could go find the Haidai Tower that was imprisoned by Yi Qing, and the mysterious cave where he saved Alian.
However, Yi Qing did not tell them the location where Haidailou was being held, and there were many hills here. He had not been to many nooks and crannies in all his years of living. If he searched for them one by one, he really didn't know when he would find them.
After a fruitless search, Qingyun gave up the idea. After all, more than ten years had passed and his father had passed away. Haidailou might have been able to get out of trouble long ago.
Then Qingyun came to the cave where he had rescued Alian. It was early spring now. Although the ice in the pond outside the cave had melted, it was still not as vibrant as the blooming lotus in summer.
The young master curled his lips and hesitated for a while, then picked up a few pebbles from outside the cave, and imitated Xiao Luoyi's appearance at that time, swinging his hand and shooting three missiles in succession.
Whoosh whoosh, bang bang bang.
Judging from the sound, three small stones should have been embedded in the wall of the cave. After waiting for a long time and nothing unusual appeared, Qingyun slowly approached.
When he stepped in, he was still a little worried that he had lost all his spiritual power like in the illusion. However, after standing still inside, Qingyun realized that this place had not changed at all from when he returned to his hometown in Meng.
Yes, nothing has changed.
Because he actually found a hidden weapon that Xiao Luoyi shot on the wall of the cave!
The hidden weapon had been deeply shaken into the wall by Qingyun's original palm force, leaving only a little bit of fine iron at the tail exposed, which made the young master feel shocked and nostalgic at the same time.
"Then is everything in the Spiritual Mirror Sacrifice a dream or reality?"
If it was a dream, why could he remember the magic sword of the heavens, and why could the eldest sister obtain the immortal energy given by his father?
But if it is true, how can there be such incredible things in this world as time reappearing and time going back?
Of course, he hoped that what he experienced in the Spirit Mirror Festival was not the so-called return to his hometown in a dream, but a real return home like today.
After being stunned for a while, he finally came out of his memories, and then gently rubbed the hidden weapon for a long time, but finally did not take it out from the stone wall.
"Destination, everything will have its destination, but your destination is not me, hey."
By the time I returned to the cabin halfway up the mountain, the spring sun had already set slightly to the west.
The barrier in front of the hospital seemed to have spirituality. Qingyun's hand had just come closer. The golden wall cover sparkled, and a winding crack suddenly opened. The young master easily returned to his home after a long absence.
The stone table in the courtyard was covered with fallen leaves and dust. With a flick of the blue clouds, the chessboard where my parents often played against each other in my memory shone like new.
"Dad never seems to win against mother."
As far back as he can remember, Qingyun has often heard his father call his mother the victorious general. However, since his mother passed away, he has never seen his father play chess with anyone.
Recalling this kind of thing, warmth and sadness coexist. Qingyun has lost everything he can lose, so he doesn't dare to miss him anymore.
He did not go into the house first, but went around to the graves of his parents in the backyard, and then took out some incense candles and paper money from Qingshui Town and planned to pay homage to them.
As soon as the spiritual flames ignited on his fingertips, Qingyun thought that his father seemed to dislike clichéd sacrificial rituals. His mother seemed to follow his father and never did such things, so she put it away and knelt down to kowtow.
"Dad, Mom, Yun'er is back home."
The words "father and mother" came out in Qingyun's hoarse voice, as if he had exhausted all his life's strength.
"Dad, Yun'er is useless and failed to protect Luo Yi."
His forehead fell heavily again, as if he was confessing to Yi Qing.
"Mom, Yun'er is really sad. Yun'er misses you so much, her father, her eldest sister, and Alian..."
"Dad, Yun'er is unfilial. Not only did my eldest sister die, but your Luoxia Green Sword was also snatched away by thieves. But don't worry, Yun'er now has the cultivation level of Yuan Hua Realm. Sooner or later, he will be able to take back the broken sword and retaliate. The revenge of that palm!"
"By the way, mother, Luo Yi is my unmarried wife. I call her eldest sister on weekdays. Hey, I will definitely find a way to save her, but Yun'er doesn't want her to suffer with me anymore, so if it's possible , Yun'er probably won't bring her to see you."
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PS: I forgot to mention that I have been too busy with work recently and the updates are not normal~
