The water cloud cuts through the sky with a long sword
The turbid dust and the roaring sound ripple across the universe
Standing in front of the unknown little grave, Ju Jianxu was a little lost for a moment, and in a trance, time seemed to have returned to the era a thousand years ago...
A majestic figure stood high in the sky, with his white robe and long hair fluttering in the wind. He had his hands behind his back, holding a green long sword lightly in his hands, and a long knife hanging casually on his back.
Looking up at the endless sky, a pair of tender eyes revealed a bit of lamentation and helplessness. It should be that he was confused about the prison of this world, and he should be helpless about what he had to do next.
Below, six figures looked at this man in a daze. All they felt about him was his strength and their own powerlessness. Even if they were given another hundred or thousand years, it seemed difficult to catch up with his pace. He was the best in the world. The peerless appearance that wants to compete with the sky makes them yearn for it and more importantly, they are convinced.
With a heavenly appearance, a peerless genius that is rare to see in thousands of years. If he were in the Shengwu Continent, he might have already reached a realm that no one can look up to.
Suddenly, a whistle sounded like a dragonfly touching water, echoing all over the wilderness. The wind and clouds paused, and the sound waves rippled wirelessly into the distant sky.
The man slowly turned around and looked at the six people below, pulled out the long knife from behind, and said with a hearty smile: "I have a knife, I hope you can get something from it in the future."
After saying this, the man closed his eyes slightly, held the knife across his chest, gently stroked the blade with his fingers, and in the next moment, he gently slashed diagonally toward the sky behind him.
There was no sword light, no sword energy. After the sword was passed, the man gently raised his hand and pulled a woman below him in front of him. Until this moment, an invisible knife mark slowly appeared in the sky behind him, The clouds in the sky broke straight and lined up on both sides. The knife marks were filled with endless knife intent, and the fluttering clouds were difficult to heal.
The five people below looked at the knife mark with a daze, as if they were shocked, as if they were enlightened, and it was difficult to recover for a long time.
As if she felt the determination in the man's heart, two lines of clear tears fell quietly. Looking at the man she loved so much in front of her, the woman shook her head desperately.
"Lan'er, the future generations will be entrusted to you."
Facing the sun, the man smiled and stroked Long Ruolan's forehead with his big hand, rubbed it gently, and then injected the power of luck into Long Ruolan's body, and also placed a restriction.
Long Ruolan, who was unable to move or speak, looked at Wu Xuanfeng and finally couldn't bear it anymore, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I want to hear your laughter again, I want to see your smile again... But Brother Wu knows... I'm sorry..."
The next moment, the surging power of the soul turned into blazing flames and engulfed Wu Xuanfeng. In the fire of the soul, all that was left to Long Ruolan was a guilty smile that was about to disappear.
"Buzzing..."
Beside him, the long knife screamed and trembled, but it could not change its owner's determination.
"Brother Wu...Brother Wu..."
When everything was settled, Long Ruolan screamed heartbreakingly, but she could never bring him back.
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"Wu Xuanfeng, I didn't expect that a thousand years after my death, I still can't erase your shadow in my heart!"
Standing in front of Wu Xuanfeng's grave, Ju Jianxu's old face was filled with a gloomy look. The memories from thousands of years ago seemed like yesterday, vivid, real yet illusory.
"No!!!!"
The next moment, Long Ruolan screamed in shock and anger, Ju Jianxu's old face showed a trace of cruelty. He raised his hand and shattered the unknown tombstone with one palm, and then smashed the little tombstone with another palm. The tomb was shattered.
"Ju Laogou, you don't have to die well...you don't have to die well..."
In the dragon vein space, Long Ruolan's hair was disheveled, she looked like a madman, her seven orifices were filled with blood, and she looked like a demon. In an instant, she rushed out of the dragon qi pool and headed straight for the ancestral land of the Long family.
The next moment, before Ju Jianxu had time to check the situation in the tomb, he saw rolling dark clouds coming from all directions in the sky, covering the world in a few breaths.
"Bah...boom..."
In the dark clouds that filled the sky, endless thunder crackled, as if a world-destroying thunder punishment would fall at any time. In addition to the five poisonous creatures that had been nurtured by the Sky Poison Pearl, the remaining five poisonous insect armies instantly fell under the power of the sky. The bottom turned into fly ash.
At this moment, a ray of seven-colored divine light burst out of the dragon-casting liquid pool and went straight into Long Ruolan's sea of consciousness. Suddenly, the brilliant seven-colored divine light hung down like auspiciousness descending from the sky, covering Long Ruolan. Orchid is wrapped into a cocoon of colorful light.
"senior……"
In the dragon-casting liquid pool, Hu Mingxian didn't know what happened. He only knew that Long Ruolan was in a very bad condition and was on the verge of going crazy.
At the critical moment, just when Long Ruolan was about to break out of the dragon vein space, he injected the colorful phantom spirit beads into Long Ruolan's sea of consciousness to help her stabilize her sea of consciousness and her soul.
At the same moment, under the catastrophe, Ju Jianxu was in a state of panic. After glancing at the situation in the tomb, he immediately raised his palms and threatened: "Long Ruolan, if you dare to come out and cause the catastrophe, Wu Xuanfeng will never be reborn again." Opportunity!"
Sure enough, after a while, the heavenly calamity gradually dissipated. In the dragon vein space, as the most top-notch artifact of the soul type, the colorful phantom spirit bead used its crushing power to suppress Long Ruolan's demonic signs and awaken him.
When he returned to the Dragon Qi Pool again, Long Ruolan whispered to Hu Mingxian with a cold voice, like a demon from the Nine Netherworld: "No matter what, I want you to kill him. If he doesn't die, you will die!"
Immediately, Long Ruolan ignored Hu Mingxian, who looked stunned and smiled bitterly, and said to Ju Jianxu: "Ju Laogou, listen carefully, it will take at least a month to strip away the power of luck. Before that, if you dare to touch a grain of dust in the tomb, I will make it impossible for you to live or die!"
After saying that, he flicked his hand and took the colorful phantom spirit bead out of the sea of consciousness and returned it to Immortal Queen Hu Ming. Long Ruolan sank into the dragon qi pool without any movement.
In the ancestral land of the Long family, Ju Jianxu breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the calamity dissipate.
At this moment, he realized that his subconscious action just now caused him to escape the gate of hell.
He was still trembling in his heart. A person who had been dead for thousands of years could still shock him so deeply that he would destroy his grave to cover up the fear in his heart.
Looking back at the tomb at this time, I saw a coffin that was as red as jade, with countless dense runes engraved on it, which were connected to each other to form formations, forming a formation that gathered some kind of power from the underworld. They gathered towards a long knife that penetrated into the center of the formation.
One side of the blade is engraved with cloud patterns, and one side is engraved with water patterns. Even after a thousand years, a cold light still appears on the blade. The entire handle is a two-layered Taoist lamp. However, there is a wick inside, but No lights.
"Soul Gathering Coffin!"
"Water Cloud Sword!"
"I didn't expect this old witch to actually refine the soul-gathering coffin..." Taking a deep breath, Ju Jianxu couldn't hide his shock.
After Wu Xuanfeng transformed into Tao, Long Ruolan made a vow to use forbidden methods to resurrect Wu Xuanfeng.
This taboo method is the Yuanling Soul Gathering Technique passed down to Hu Mingxian by Long Ruolan. It is also the only secret technique passed down from ancient times. It has been preserved by the Long family for generations. To use this technique, you must have the Soul Gathering Coffin. Assistance, this is also the key reason why Hu Mingxian has been unable to successfully use this technique.
Long Ruolan traveled to every corner of the Chinese world, trying to collect the materials recorded in ancient books for refining the soul-gathering coffin. However, he found nothing for five hundred years. In the end, Bai Lao couldn't bear to see Long Ruolan sink like this anymore. , informed her of the whereabouts of the relevant materials, and then helped her successfully refine the Soul Gathering Coffin.
Afterwards, Long Ruolan laid out the formation of Yuanling Soul Gathering Technique on the Soul Gathering Coffin, using Wu Xuanfeng's sword Shuiyun as a guide, hoping to gather Wu Xuanfeng's soul against the will of heaven. If the lantern on the sword could be lit, then It represents Wu Xuanfeng's opportunity to return to China.
However, until today, the lantern on Shuiyun Dao has never been lit.
"It's a pity... it's a pity..." Looking at the wick, Ju Jianxu also said sadly: "At that time, Wu Xuanfeng used the fire of the soul to burn his body and soul, and his soul was also burned at that moment. Completely destroyed, even with the help of the Soul Gathering Coffin, it will be difficult to resurrect."
Yes, practitioners themselves are competing with heaven for luck. This road is full of hardships. Every disaster is a test, not to mention taking one's life against heaven!
If there is still a trace of the soul, maybe after countless years, that trace of spirit will eventually be born, and that glimmer of hope will be born. But if the soul is completely destroyed, how can the soul be gathered and resurrected?
In the dragon vein space, Long Ruolan clearly heard Ju Jianxu's soliloquy, biting the corners of her lips and letting tears fall down her eyes...
The moment she understood the Yuanling Soul Gathering Technique, she understood that everything she had done was in vain.
Not only that, even if a miracle occurs and Wu Xuanfeng is resurrected, it will definitely violate the taboo. Both the caster and the recipient must accept the taboo punishment sent by God. Only by surviving it can they achieve perfection. If they cannot survive it, both parties will The price will be paid with lives.
But no matter what, even if both of them died in the end, Long Ruolan still did it without hesitation. Even if it meant death, she would accompany him and die in his arms.
People, you have to have something to look forward to, and you have to have something to think about!
"Long Ruolan, for the sake of Wu Xuanfeng, I will grant you a one-month period. After that, if you still don't hand over the power of your destiny, then don't blame me for not remembering the old acquaintance."
With a faint word, Ju Jianxu sat down in front of the grave, took out a bottle of wine and sprinkled it in front of the grave, which could be regarded as a tribute to the strongest man of their time.
As he said, if he can't get the power of luck after one month, then he really won't have any worries anymore. He went to Shengwu Continent just to get the power of luck and extend his life. If he couldn't get it, everyone would die. He didn't mind dragging Long Ruolan along.
The battle for luck is about to begin, and there is not much time left for Ju Jianxu. One month is already his limit.
