The time has come. The sword tomb is opened.
At this time, two monks came uninvited. The sudden appearance of these two worshipers caused the chanting on Broken String Peak to stop abruptly.
The ghost saint in green, Qin Yue in red.
Countless monks in the square were talking about it. But no one dared to step forward to stop him, and countless pairs of eyes fell on Wuji Dao Zun at the front.
Ghost Saint and Qin Yue's uncle and nephew slowly walked through the crowd and came to the spirit of Dao Zun. Both of them performed monk salutes to the spirit of Xianyun. This prayer is of great significance.
Taoist Wuji said nothing, but nodded slightly to the uncle and nephew of the Demon Sect.
Then, the Taoist Master enlightened the spirit. The four peak masters each carried a corner of the sarcophagus and raised the huge sarcophagus high. For a time, the sound of crying on Broken String Peak was loud.
A huge green bull shadow in the sky let out a shrill wail. Dark clouds covered the sun, and the heaven and earth were moved.
Suddenly there was a miserable phoenix cry that resounded throughout the world. The red ancient fire phoenix soared into the sky. It spreads its wings high in the sky and hangs its noble phoenix head towards the sarcophagus of idle clouds below.
All the spirit beasts from all peaks were prostrate on the ground at this moment. Even the two transformed spiritual beasts, Xuan Snake and Hu Da, transformed into their true bodies and worshiped deeply.
Another shocking sword roar echoed through the sky. A colorful divine light hangs in front of the sarcophagus, clearing the way for the Taoist Master. This is Pei Feng's true form of the Five Elements.
Then another sword chant sounded. Seven-colored divine light flew out from Qin Yue's back, and the second Sun-Splitting Divine Sword hung behind the sarcophagus. And this is also the true blade of the Sun-Splitting Divine Sword.
Two divine swords were placed one behind the other, with an ancient fire phoenix hanging above them. Even a true immortal might not be able to possess such funeral specifications.
The disciples of Wuji Sect had tears in their eyes, and the four peak masters had already burst into tears.
This is the most painful day for Wuji Sect. Taoist Master Xianyun was buried on the second floor of the Sword Tomb.
After the funeral, the monks from all walks of life who came to pay homage to the Taoist Master left one after another. Maya Mountain returned to silence.
It's late at night, and you can pick stars with your hands in the Moon Pavilion. Pei Feng quietly leaned against the pavilion pillar and looked up at the stars. Now that he has returned to Wuji Sect, how could he not come here to take another look?
As far as Pei Feng is concerned, Tongyou Valley and Magu Valley have been destroyed. Wujimen is his only hometown now. He misses the hut under the Moon Pavilion and every medicinal field in the Medicine Valley.
The entire Xingkui Peak was eerily quiet. Unlike usual, there was no laughter today. Even the birds and insects seemed to be mourning for the Taoist.
A cool breeze blew across my face. Pei Feng opened his palms, as if he wanted to hold Feng'er greedily in his palms.
A faint fragrance drifted by with the cool breeze.
"It must be very hard, right?" A soft voice finally broke the silence. Xiao Xiao stepped onto the Moon Pavilion step by step. She stood silently behind Pei Feng and looked up at the starry night sky.
"When we live in troubled times, who can stay out of it?"
"But not everyone has to shoulder the heavy responsibility of saving the world as a demon clan."
"Sister, don't you blame me?"
"Do you blame you for rescuing divine beasts from Shura Seal twice? Master said that only those who have the heart of the world can enter the realm of martial arts gods with Zhenwu Sword. Even Master has not been fully recognized by Zhenwu Sword Intention. How can I blame you? What?"
Pei Feng was silent, Xiao Xiao's words touched the softness buried deep in his heart. He really worked hard. It's just trying to hold on.
A smile appeared on Xiao Xiao's lips, "The senior sisters said that you died in the Tianyan Sect, but I don't believe it. I knew you wouldn't die that easily. You will always create miracles."
Pei Feng turned around slowly, and in the dim night, he looked into Xiao Xiao's watery eyes.
"Master asked me to tell you. This cabin will always be reserved for you."
A wave of heat surged into Pei Feng's eyes. "Master..."
Why doesn't he miss Xing Kuifeng? It’s just that the past is gone forever. Returning to Xingkui Peak is just a dream.
The great demon Pei Feng is an identity that he will never be able to erase in his life. No matter whether he is a good or bad monster, he is still a monster! Sooner or later, he will follow Tianwu to the Beihai Demon Realm. This is a fate that he cannot escape, just like Mu Yutian Heng will definitely enter the ghost realm if he chooses the corpse path.
Pei Feng turned his head and looked at the dark bamboo forest in the distance. Han Mengjie was standing silently in the bamboo forest. The wind blew the corners of her clothes slowly, but it couldn't dry her tears that kept flowing.
Across the darkness, Pei Feng and Han Mengjie looked at each other again. This darkness is like a celestial river separating the two.
Pei Feng did not have the courage to take a step closer to the bamboo forest, and Han Mengjie would not move even half an inch towards the Moon Pavilion.
In fact, there is no need to say more. Han Mengjie's presence there has already explained everything.
She doesn't hate him. But I can't love him anymore.
And Pei Feng was not qualified to talk about love and hate in front of Han Mengjie. Heaven is ruthless and fate plays tricks on people. Their encounter was a set-up, and this tragedy was already doomed.
Xiao Xiao silently left Lan Yueting. At this time, everything she said was pale. The best choice is to leave room for the pair of fateful mandarin ducks.
Xiao Xiao did not return to her residence. Today's Xing Kuifeng was so depressing that she couldn't breathe. She was relaxing along the mountain road and unknowingly walked outside the small forest at the foot of the mountain. That's where Wuji Sect disciples secretly date. Today, there will definitely be no one in this forest.
Xiao Xiao entered the dark forest alone. Here, she finally didn't want to suppress her emotions anymore. She burst into tears! Han Mengjie and Pei Feng had a bad relationship, but how could she be any better! No one knew the pain in her heart.
These days, Xiao Xiao's heart is like a boat constantly heaving in the storm.
She originally thought that the one in red that she admired in her heart was a heinous devil. The love for that person turned into endless hatred! Her heart had been warmed by another man.
But when the devil appeared in front of her with the artifact in his hand and the entire Demon Sect, everything became different.
The moment Qin Yue killed the man in Qingshui with one sword, Xiao Xiao admitted that he could no longer tolerate the second man in his heart. If she couldn't be with that devil, she would rather die alone.
In the Hidden Immortal Valley, when the army was leaving, Xiao Xiao resolutely chose to stay. That's not just because she wants to live and die with her sisters, but also because of Qin Yue.
When everything settled, the Wuji Sect monks retreated to Maya Mountain. But these days, in Xiao Xiao's mind, the image of that person cannot be forgotten.
Today, Qin Yue once again surprised her. As the current leader of the Demon Sect, Qin Yue personally came to pay homage to the leader of Xianyun and offered a sacred artifact to see him off. What a big heart this is.
The Wuji Sect and the Demon Sect have been fighting for countless years. Dao Zun Xianyun even teamed up with two other sects to raid the Demon Sect, causing Qin Yue and his father to disappear for more than 20 years.
No one could have imagined that Qin Yue would put aside his hatred to worship his mortal enemy. Qin Yue is the only one in the world who can do this kind of thing.
Xiao Xiaoduo hopes that Qin Yue can look at him more and say a word to him more today. But Qin Yue didn't. He came in a hurry and left in a hurry. I don’t know what year or month we will meet again.
Xiao Xiao felt that the overwhelming longing in her heart seemed to be just wishful thinking. She couldn't help but think wildly, and she couldn't help but feel confused.
