Wudang Mountain
At the top of Tianzhu Peak, a golden palace is located on it. Many tourists either climb the mountain or take the cable car to reach the top to see the beautiful scenery and the imposing and large-scale ancient buildings.
The Golden Palace is called the Gilded Palace, and there is an ever-burning lamp inside the palace that has not been extinguished for thousands of years. From the outside, everyone would think that the staff had been careful and timely replacing the wick and oil before lighting it again.
But no one knows that there is an independent space directly below the Gilded Palace. In that space, a Taoist with long beard and white hair, holding seals with his hands, sits cross-legged, with a white fly whisk placed on a jade table. superior.
He is the current head of Wudang Mountain. Except for bringing back a baby boy when he went out more than ten years ago, he has not been born for thousands of years. It is because of him that the ever-burning lamp remains alive. When the lamp goes out, the person dies.
In front of him, a young man with a dignified appearance, a handsome figure, long hair and a crown, wearing a Tai Chi robe, was dancing with a sword in one hand, using Tai Chi sword skills, and boxing with the other hand, using Tai Chi moves. The moves are elegant and agile without losing strength, which fully embodies the four-liang movement of Tai Chi and the combination of strength and softness.
"Mingfeng, come here."
Stroking his long beard as white as snow, the old Taoist nodded with satisfaction and looked at Zhang Mingfeng. After calling out, he took out a mahogany sword box behind him.
"Master!"
Zhang Mingfeng then stopped his moves, returned his energy to his Dantian, slowly exhaled a wisp of white energy that was several meters long, walked up to the old Taoist, and bowed respectfully.
"This sword is called 'Daoji' and it will be your sword from now on."
The old Taoist opened the mahogany sword box. The handle was half a finger wide and three and a half feet long. The sword body was made of unknown magical iron. What appeared was the black and white of Tai Chi Yin and Yang, as if it was made by stretching a Tai Chi Yin and Yang diagram horizontally. The whisk sword spikes hanging on the hilt are intertwined with black and white halos, faintly showing a Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram, with Tao Yun self-generated.
Beside it, a pair of snow-white scabbards added a touch of breezy elegance to the long sword named 'Daoji'.
Looking at this sword, Zhang Mingfeng couldn't help but feel absent-minded. He slowly held Daoji, flicked his wrist slightly, and pulled out several sword flowers. His whole body seemed to be trapped in a certain artistic conception, and his body moved with his heart. The heart moves at will, and a sword move and sword intention evolve in the mind...
When he drew back his move, a black and white sword light suddenly shot out from Zhang Mingfeng's body, piercing into the vastness, forming a huge Tai Chi pattern, and then slowly floated behind him, taking a full half-quarter of an hour to dissipate.
"Master!"
Putting the sword back into its sheath, he tossed it gently, and Daoji disappeared between his eyebrows. Zhang Mingfeng knelt on his knees and bowed solemnly.
"Go! There are still three years left, and China will usher in the last battle of destiny. In these three years, you will be able to understand the world of mortals." Following illusory steps, the old Taoist disappeared in a few flashes. into a Taoist temple in the distance.
"Bah!"
When a high-pitched crane roar came, a ten-foot-long black and white crane emerged from the sky through the clouds. Zhang Mingfeng jumped and landed on the crane's back. Then, one person and one crane disappeared through a layer of light curtain. .
…
Above the East China Sea, there is an unknown sea area that looks no different from its surroundings. However, any ship or aircraft passing by will be moved away without any notice.
At this time, a huge pale white light curtain flashed away. In the light curtain, a fairy island stood quietly on the sea level. The island was filled with fairy air, flowers were in full bloom, and a hill that was neither high nor short, bloomed. There is flowing light.
It is Penglai Fairy Island, and that mountain is Penglai Fairy Mountain.
On the top of the mountain, there is a ten-story Yuyu Qiong Tower, which is as bright as a pagoda. A magnificent and ancient aura permeates the air. In the open space in front of this Qiong Tower, a woman about forty years old The man, wearing a red palace dress, sat cross-legged in front of a seven-stringed guqin.
The body of this piano is made of ancient jade. The whole body is carved with a phoenix body. Together with the phoenix head and tail at both ends, it forms a soaring white phoenix. The phoenix eyes are shining and lifelike. The seven strings in the middle are made of Transformed by seven divine dragons.
"Zirou, come here."
Caressing the body of the piano, the beautiful woman in palace attire called out softly, and then she saw a graceful figure coming from the Jade Yuqiong Tower behind her.
Her hair is as black as ink, her body is long and erect, smooth and gorgeous, her slightly upturned face is exquisite and clear, and her calm and gentle black eyes are overflowing with a waveless indifference, but as unpredictable as the sea, like a fairy in the sky, noble And holy.
Zirou's beauty is different from Ji Linyue's. Both of them are as beautiful as angels, and can captivate the whole country. But Zirou has the kind of innate noble temperament, the beauty that cannot be eaten by the fireworks of the world, while Ji Linyue has the kind of beauty that has fallen into the mortal world. Later, the elegant beauty that is not stained by mud emerges.
The graceful and delicate body gently sits cross-legged in front of the beautiful woman in palace attire, her jade hands gently caressing the strings, and she can only hear the sound of the piano rising, like flowing water, like whispering, gentle and lingering, rippling out circles of white in the air In the halo, a white phoenix appeared behind him, flying gracefully.
Suddenly, the sound of the piano changes, sometimes high-pitched and powerful, sometimes low and steady, ready to go, like a dragon swimming in the shallow sea, reaching the sky in an instant, like a dragon roaring in all directions, a huge momentum spreads everywhere, seven dragons and white phoenixes Swirling around, dragons and phoenixes intertwined to create a fantasy scene of roaring dragons and phoenixes.
"Master..."
Slowly smoothing the strings, and after the sound of the piano and the roar of dragons and phoenixes dissipated, Zi Rou then raised her eyes to look at the beautiful woman in palace clothes in front of her.
"Qihai Zhenlongqin will belong to you from now on..." Standing up slowly, the beautiful woman in palace clothes looked at the starry sky and murmured: "The fairy star and the devil star have appeared together, and the mainland of China will usher in the last battle of fate.
It's time for you to know something.
China Continent is a special world that even we know very little about.
All we know is that this world has innate cultivation suppression. Since ancient times, the peak of the Qi training realm has been the highest realm. If you want to break through to the blood coagulation realm, or even a higher realm, you can only fight for luck and go to the Shengwu Continent, where only This is the place where you attain enlightenment.
The battle for luck starts every thousand years. A thousand years ago, the Demon Star appeared, and a thousand years ago, the Immortal Star appeared. Whoever can get the blessing of luck can combine the power of the dragon veins of the Long Family through luck to form a black hole channel. Head to Shengwu Continent.
Now that the stars of immortals and demons appear together, it means that the battle for destiny has begun for the last time.
Those who win the luck can go to the Shengwu Continent, and those who fail, like us, can only stay in their own space enchantments for the rest of their lives.
If we leave the space barrier, our cultivation in the realm of Yuanshen will be suppressed to the ninth level of Qi training, and the time cannot be too long, otherwise we will be captured by the heavenly Dao in the dark, Qi training, blood coagulation, bone casting, and soul training. , Yuan Shen, the heavenly tribulations of the five realms will come together.
By then, we will only end up in ashes.
Moreover, when this last fate battle ends, the independent space we live in will completely dissipate...
When you go this time, you should be careful about the descendants of those old guys. Cang Lanying, the descendant of the Desert Sword Emperor, has the body of the Overlord; Huixin, the descendant of Foxiang, has the body of the true Buddha; Zhang Mingfeng, the descendant of the Dao Sect, has the innate Taoist body; The Heavenly Poison Sect taught that people lived in Yuanming Dynasty and had the body of all poisons; Long Qie, the son of the head of the Long family, had the body of a true dragon.
Coupled with your Phoenix body, the final winner of this battle for luck will be one of you. Whoever can win the luck, we can return to Shengwu Continent and return to the original laws of heaven. No need to Worried about the threat of disaster. "
"Master, what is luck? How to fight for it?" Zirou asked.
"Luck is just like the laws of heaven. It is invisible and intangible, but it really exists. Only when it is selected by luck will it manifest in some form.
Maybe it is a person, a thing, or an object. When the destiny manifests, you will naturally know it. As for how to fight for it..."
The beautiful woman in palace clothes paused for a moment, sighed and said: "Perhaps there is no competition. The destiny of a world is born from one person, one thing, and one thing, and it has been determined when it manifests. You must understand the meaning of fighting for the host."
"this……"
Liu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and Zi Rou was a little confused. If it was one thing or one thing, it would be easy to say, but if it was a person, would she be required to kill this person? This was somewhat contrary to the ideas she had received since childhood.
"Master, I know what you are in trouble for..." Caressing Zirou's beautiful face, the beautiful woman in palace clothes showed a trace of pity: "This fate battle is not only related to our lives, but also to your future in Shengwu. The creation of the continent, can we finally achieve enlightenment and reach the highest level of cultivation..."
"Master...Zirou knows what to do." She sighed in her heart, but Zirou had her own ideas in her heart about what to do. When the time comes, she will judge from her own heart. I believe she will find the answer in the next three years. of.
"Go!"
After sending Zirou out of the barrier with a gentle wave of her hand, the beautiful woman in palace clothes floated into the Yuyu Qiong Tower behind her.
"Ouch!"
A dragon jumped out from the bottom of the sea, lifted Zirou in the air, and flew away through the waves on the sea.
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Nightfall
In the office on the top floor of a hundred-story office building in Kyoto, a young man wrapped in a bathrobe stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the feasting and feasting outside the window.
This man was extremely handsome, with clear outlines and an extremely well-proportioned figure. His eyes were so deep that it made people feel heart-stopping.
Not long after, the golden nanmu office door behind him was pushed open. A subordinate walked behind the young man with his head lowered and whispered: "Young Master, we have already set off."
"Two years earlier than I expected... It seems that those old guys can't sit still anymore." Shaking the goblet in his hand, the young man smiled gracefully and asked, "Have you found her?"
"Sorry, Master!" Hearing this, the subordinate knelt on the ground with a thud, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, and hesitantly said: "Still...yet...haven't...found..."
"嘚嘚嘚...嘚嘚嘚..."
As the young man's slender white fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, the subordinate broke out in cold sweat, and the big beads of sweat on his forehead dripped on the mahogany floor...
"Wipe it clean and get out."
After a long time, the young man spoke. As if he had received amnesty, the subordinate hurriedly wiped the floor clean and left. After the generals closed the door, he could barely stand...
