In another time and space, the life plan of the ancient mausoleum is related to the creation ball left by Zuo Longque after his death, which is the dragon ball that gave birth to the four elements of wind, snow, cloud and smoke. In addition, the dragon ball was left behind. Soul, evil dragon arm and dragon lock bag.
Later, forces from all directions met by chance and obtained the crystals conceived by the ball of creation, and debuted as a group under the name "Four Wonders".
Gu Ling Die Yan accidentally learned that the Eyes of Blood and Tears could see through the secret of the Yuansheng Creation Ball, and based on this secret, he made a series of messy calculations in the following years.
Buwu Donghuang's destruction of the Golden Lion Empire was all related to Yandu.
There are a host of other effects as well.
However, the above are all things that happened in another time and space.
The city of smoke poured down Yantai, Ji Wuxia embraced the Tairuoshan sword, and told an unknown history for the passing smoke of the ancient mausoleum. The wonders of the city of smoke, as well as the earthly energy that can boost the body, all came from a strong man.
It was the power left by that strong man that caused changes in the earth's energy, which created Yandu and made him the great master of Yandu.
"How did you know about this?" Gu Ling died and vomited out a mouthful of blood.
The blood turned into ice slag as soon as it left the body.
Even if you master the "Double Scroll of Pulse Cleansing", it is already very difficult to control the spread of cold air. It is too difficult to heal further at the moment.
"This matter is not a secret to some people. I can also tell you another news. He is still alive."
At the same time as he spoke, Ji Wuxia turned his attention to the frame.
There is no need to say more about what I want to express.
On the contrary, Zhao Yunshang and the others were confused when they heard that their ancestors of the Red Mansion and Sword Pavilion were not even born thousands of years ago. It was a real legend, and the Ancient Tomb of Death was slightly better than them.
Thousands of years ago is just a generalization, but it actually lasted close to two thousand years.
It's such a long time ago that their experience cannot be traced back. After all, even people who came from that era don't know why.
"Ahem, that's it. I didn't lose unfairly today."
Gu Ling Dieyan was a little relieved at this time. He had no choice but to rely on the other party. No matter how unwilling he was, he could only sigh helplessly in the end.
Because this is what the great master does to Yandu.
A real man is not in his body, but in his will and courage.
He knew that only he himself knew the path he wanted to take. When he climbed to the peak he wanted most, no matter how the world didn't know, didn't understand, or didn't forgive, there was nothing they could do.
Because the dying smoke of the ancient mausoleum is already at the highest point in front of them, dominating everything they have, forcing them to transform into another him.
But they can't replace him.
This is the great master of Yandu, and this is the passing smoke of the ancient mausoleum.
He despises women, and despises people who are limited to appearances, who cannot yet understand a higher level.
They are destined to be led and dominated.
However, the truth revealed that the peak he wanted to climb the most was just the product of a stronger person many years ago, and he also embarked on the same path as the people of Yandu.
When he reached the top, what he saw was another figure standing higher up.
Silent, wordless but objectively existing.
Just like the death of ancient tombs, the people of Yandu are helpless.
Because his purpose is to strip away the earthly energy of this place and use that special power to achieve his own success, hoping to go further. However, its source is the powerful person in the world. In doing so, he will undoubtedly be assimilated into the other party. , this is unacceptable for the passing of the ancient mausoleum.
He can dominate and abuse others, but when he faces the same situation, his attitude is no different from those of those people.
This is the pursuit of life.
Sad, deplorable, ridiculous.
"Since you let me know the truth, then, as the source of the smoke city, wouldn't you consider showing up for a while?" The dying smoke of the ancient mausoleum forced the body to stand up.
Plain words came from the car: "Yun."
Tap tap tap tap——
The sound of footsteps followed, and every step taken was the same length and had the same strength.
The figure walking out of the car was dressed in black and white robes, like ink on rice paper, decorated with gold embroidery, hanging Spring and Autumn utensils, Kunzhu beads, and a simple sword hilt hanging from the waist.
On the back of the waist is a sheathed long sword engraved with golden dragon patterns.
The long red hair hangs down like a ray of light, with a few strands of snow-white clearly visible in it. The two pairs of pupils in the golden eyes are like the sun and the moon.
The characteristics that are different from ordinary people are reflected in many details, and the whole person is filled with an indescribable sense of perfection. In such a situation, everyone should have disgust and resistance in their hearts, but at this time they only take it for granted.
This person seems to be a human being, but in fact he has an invisible temperament.
Lou Wuhen and Feiyu only glanced at each other, then quickly lowered their heads, a subconscious awe emerging in their hearts.
There will be an unconscious sense of humility when facing this person.
Then there was a deep and depressing feeling.
Zhao Yunshang, who was holding the Year Wheel in his hand, saw this and stepped in front of them.
The person in front of her gave her a far more sinister feeling than before, but she still held her sword firmly to protect the two little girls.
The well-tailored boots stepped on the gorgeous and elegant escalator and landed on the frozen ground. His flawless face was cold and indifferent. Even if he restrained all his strength, he could still see the huge difference from ordinary people.
"You said you wanted to see me, and now you do."
The plain words were spoken slowly, and the surrounding clouds and smoke began to jump for joy as if they had found their owner. Another scene appeared in the eyes of the dying smoke of the ancient mausoleum.
The white clouds evolve into thousands of ways, like the origin of everything in the world, filled with magical charms that are difficult to describe in words, and finally merge into a brilliant sun that is difficult to look directly at.
In a daze, all the strange phenomena before his eyes disappeared.
Plain words reached my ears: "How?"
If you lose, there is no possibility of a comeback from the beginning, and all the plans are nothing but nonsense to the people in front of you.
how? What else?
He, the ancient mausoleum has passed away, but this life is full of hatred!
I saw that the great master of Yandu no longer used his true energy to resist the cold air, and used all his strength to give himself the strength to hold and lift the sword.
"Looking at the sword with a cold light, how many honors are there on the sword? There is no need to care about the common people. Even if a river of smoke disappears, thousands of feet of clouds are buried, the lonely sun still shines on the ancient mausoleum."
Echoing in the long poems of Poyantai, the dying smoke of the ancient mausoleum first straightened out the hanging hair, and then straightened the slightly messy clothes, when the last word fell in the white wind and snow.
The lifted EMI Kungo was touched across the neck.
The hot blood that was thrown out hit the person on the opposite side.
This life was full of hatred, so he chose a way to die that suited his status. But even if he died, he would still splash the blood full of hatred on the people in front of him.
"I wanted to keep your whole body, but it's a pity."
Raising his hand, the black mist flowed, and time seemed to have been pressed on the pause button at this moment. He stretched out his right palm, calmly, indifferently, and slightly closed his long and powerful fingers.
The sprayed blood, together with the body of the ancient mausoleum's dying smoke, were all melted into a ball of pure vitality and returned to the world.
Bang-dang——!
When the sound of Emoichi Kungo falling to the ground was heard, time that seemed to have been suspended could continue to run. There was no blood on the robe, and it was spotless.
The great master of Yandu, his ancient mausoleum passed away, and he died.
(End of chapter)
