Boom...
In Yuhang City, inside a certain inn, it was dark.
Wei Huayang sat cross-legged on the floor, his bamboo hat leaning against the edge of the bed, and a slender sword placed across his knees.
There was wind pouring in from the cracks in the window, and the girl's short hair swayed with it. However, this young face did not have the youthfulness that should be expected at this age, but instead revealed a sharp temperament that had been washed away by the years.
"Snapped!"
Suddenly, Wei Huayang, who was practicing breathing, suddenly opened his eyelids, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and his ears moved slightly, as if he heard thunder on dry land.
Her figure suddenly faded away, the window was knocked open, and the girl stood on the roof of the inn, looking at the Martial Arts Temple in the north of the city in the night wind, mysterious formations looming in her eyes, and her brows furrowed.
"what sound?"
"It seems like thunder..."
In the inn, many people were alarmed, opened the windows and looked outside, then looked suspicious.
Someone put their hand out of the window to make sure there was no rain.
But amidst the noise, Wei Huayang on the roof had disappeared.
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Mud Bottle Alley.
In the room, Fang Shijie, who was short and fat and only seven or eight years old, was lying on the bed with his two chubby hands behind his head, worryingly thinking about his next plan.
The whistling wind blew the window paper, making his eyelids twitch for a while - this is the problem with children's health. They are full of energy during the day, but sleepy at night, which is difficult to control.
"Boom!"
At this moment, a thunder exploded in Fang Shijie's ears, and he was startled. There was a faint shadow of a star fragment in his small body.
National destiny!
Fang Shijie sat upright in a fit of excitement and turned to stare at the dark window. The tiredness disappeared from his face, which became solemn.
Without any reason, at this moment, he clearly noticed the unrest in this city-state.
Fang Shijie got up, put on his clothes and opened the door. He raised his little face and looked towards the north of the city:
"Martial Arts Temple? What's going on? Who is shaking up the fate of the country?"
He was both shocked and angry: This is my national destiny!
He jumped on his short legs and ran towards the door. As soon as he pushed the door open, he was knocked over by a gust of wind and fell to the ground with a loud crack.
Fang Shijie lay helplessly on the ground, holding onto the ground with one hand and clawing at the air with five fingers on the other hand, his eyes desperate:
"Don't move, it will kill people, many people will die!"
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In Pei's Villa, next to the Tingchao Pavilion, the strong wind ruffled a pool of water.
As a low roar sounded, the water surface boiled. Pei Wuju, with disheveled hair, broke through the water surface, and an inexplicable crisis arose in his heart.
That is the "intuition" of the martial arts path.
"It's not a danger to me and Mr. Pei, but why does it still make me wary?"
Pei Wuju looked puzzled and couldn't figure out what happened.
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Yin Yang Academy.
On the towering observatory, the tall wooden buildings creaked, and the lanterns hanging under the tile eaves of each floor shook violently.
Xie Wensheng carried a jar of wine and a paper package of cooked meat, stepped on the ladder that seemed to be broken, and walked step by step to the top of the observatory. He looked at Qin Tianjian, who was wearing a strange robe, white beard and hair, and looked like an old scholar. .
The old prisoner was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, sitting north and facing south, like a human-shaped eye of the wind, shielding the strong wind from the platform.
"Hey, you're an interesting star official. You have a house but don't live in it, so you come here to enjoy the breeze in the middle of the night." Xie Wensheng said in amusement.
As a representative of the bad guys, Xie Wensheng felt that he was senior to Jian Zheng, so he spoke much more casually.
Then he put down the wine and meat, took out two wine glasses from his arms, and said:
"Drink something with me?"
Jian Zheng opened his eyes and smiled:
"There is a good show on stage tonight, so naturally you have to stand high to see it clearly."
"A good show?" Xie Wensheng wondered.
Jian Zheng said: "Do you know about the Great Zhou Martial Temple?"
"You know, blocking the hub of national destiny," Xie Wensheng said with a look of disdain.
"It's not a new thing. The Daqian Dynasty was already playing with this kind of thing back then, but it just wasn't as good as it was.
Speaking of it, luck is really a mysterious thing. I still remember the time when a weak king was in power and people everywhere were in dire straits. As a result, the national fortunes declined, causing instability in the mountains and rivers. A group of rebels began to fight for luck...
If the people in a place are miserable, the local luck will be lost. On the contrary, if the luck of a place is forcibly taken away by magic, various disasters will occur in the local area, such as earthquakes, droughts, floods, and serious diseases...
Hey, in those days there were many Taoist priests who were good at moving earth veins and changing luck, helping various 'rebels'... The reason why the State Religion of the Zhou Dynasty became the 'State Religion' must also be due to this contribution. "
Xie Wensheng talked endlessly, as if he were a scholar giving advice.
Jian Zheng nodded and sighed:
"This is also the reason why the Imperial Master established martial arts temples in various places. Not only to have more power available, but also to lock the luck and prevent the recurrence of people who are good at transporting luck... When the luck is taken away, the local people The people will have to endure successive rounds of natural and man-made disasters."
Xie Wensheng was dismissive and retorted:
"That's a beautiful thing to say. In fact, it's not because many people crazily stole Daqian's national destiny and accelerated the disintegration of the dynasty. So the royal family of Dazhou was worried that their foundation would also be undermined? It's just to maintain power. It seems to be based on the world. It’s like Cangshan is our own responsibility.”
Jian Zheng said quietly:
"I finally know why your lineage always hides in the mountains."
Xie Wensheng curled his lips and said:
"So you said there will be a good show tonight? Let me think about it, there won't be anyone who knows how to steal the country's destiny and be reborn, and then prepare to poach Da Zhou's corner and improve his cultivation? Hahaha..."
He laughed a few times. Seeing Jian Zheng's calm expression, his smile gradually faded and he said suspiciously:
"That can't really be the case."
Jian Zheng did not answer, but looked down at the dark Yuhang City.
At this time, a dull rumble from deep in the earth came belatedly.
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"Hongying, it is indeed you."
In the Wu Temple, as Ji Ping'an opened his mouth, the process of extracting luck was interrupted, and the illusory white air between the simple carving knife and the cracked statue was severed.
From the cracks in the God General's statue, the pale golden light spewed out also flickered on and off.
Several masked warriors surrounding the martial arts temple were stunned, and for a moment they were not sure whether they were friends or foes.
From the tone of his voice, it seemed as if he knew his own protector.
However, the shadow protector wearing a bamboo hat, black gauze covering his face, and a black robe felt intense vigilance in his heart.
He clenched the carving knife tightly with his red-gloved right hand, and his left hand hung by his side, looking at the strange young man in front of him with uncertainty:
"Who are you?!"
While speaking, he quickly looked around, but did not see anyone else.
The night wind blew through the street, lifting a corner of Ji Pingan's robe, and the lantern in his hand swayed slightly, and darkness seemed to surge around him.
Hearing this, he seemed to smile, but his eyes lost the gentleness and politeness of the past. A majestic and indifferent temperament that was extremely inconsistent with his appearance was faintly revealed:
"You are not qualified to know my identity, so calling the master behind you is enough."
Arrogant!
Hearing these words, the masked warriors raised their eyebrows. The Shadow Protector narrowed his eyes and said:
"It seems that he is an old acquaintance."
He still didn't know Ji Ping'an's identity, but he had already guessed that the other party might be the "Reborn One" hiding in Yuhang City.
Did you come here because you noticed the movements of yourself and others in advance?
As his thoughts turned, he said calmly:
"I don't care who you are, I just want to ask you why you came. If you are a friend, please retreat first. If you are an enemy..."
Ji Ping'an interrupted him and said:
"I just want to ask you one thing, do you know what will happen to the people of Yuhang after the national fortune is extracted?"
The Shadow Protector stared at him and said sarcastically:
"So what if you know? Could it be that you are the reincarnation of that knight from back then? Are you meddling in other people's business?"
Ji Ping'an shook his head and said:
"I am not a knight, and I have never said that I am a good person..."
Are you a good person?
Maybe when I was still in Liyang, I could barely count half of it.
But when he was wanted by the entire righteous path, he still had to kill some passionate and righteous people in order to survive.
Those people are not evil people. They are even passionate and willing to sacrifice their lives to kill this "devil king"...
From that moment on, he knew that he was no longer a "good guy."
When I was a national advisor, I fought with the first generation of God Emperor in various conquests, with large armies crossing the border, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers under his command. Who dares to say that no innocent people were affected in the process of establishing the world?
Therefore, he is even less of a “good person”.
When the members of the Four Saints heard the first half of the sentence, their expressions softened slightly, thinking that the other party had no intention of being hostile to them.
However, the next second, Ji Pingan said:
"But I once promised a man to guard his empire for him."
His eyes fell on the cracked statue of the Martial Arts Temple, with a complicated expression:
"Originally, I thought that everyone was dead and the promise was over. Who would have thought that he would be alive again... Then it's better to just sit back and watch you mess around like this, otherwise it won't look good when we meet each other in the future."
Grand Master Zhou...is a shameless person.
Ji Ping'an smiled and said:
"So, you can't touch the luck of this city."
The Shadow Protector's face instantly darkened. He didn't know who the "friend" the other party was talking about was, or in other words, he had a vague clue, but he didn't think much about it:
"You think you can stop it?"
The next second, without waiting for Ji Ping'an's reply, the figure of the protector of the Four Holy Sects suddenly disintegrated and turned into a mass of rotating black lines, blending into the ground and disappearing into the shadows.
Extremely abrupt!
There was no time for anyone to react.
The very second he disappeared, the Shadow Protector silently emerged from the shadows behind Ji Ping'an, and grabbed the back of his head with scarlet-blooded gloves!
"Woo!"
The sound of the wind broke.
At this moment, even the masked warriors of the Four Holy Sects did not expect that their own protectors would take action so suddenly.
However, Hongying knows: If the young man in front of him is indeed an "old friend", even if the return time is short, he still cannot be underestimated.
With this grasp, the five fingers almost tore the air apart. When the five fingers came together, the air in the palm of the hand was pinched so much that a sonic boom erupted.
It's a pity that Ji Ping'an didn't catch half of Ji Ping'an's clothes. The second before the opponent took action, Ji Ping'an took a step forward without haste.
not much.
Just one step.
But it was a critical distance enough to avoid this attack.
"Prejudgment?!"
The Shadow Protector's pupils shrank slightly. He had followed the Four Holy Cult Leaders back then, and his eyesight was extraordinary. He immediately realized that the reason why the opponent was able to dodge was not because of the use of some kind of "spell", but simply the warrior's prejudgment.
Ji Ping'an took a step forward and at the same time, he grabbed his free right hand from the air.
"Qiang!"
At this moment, under the pull of the power of "Taibai Star", the scabbard in the hand of a masked warrior suddenly trembled. The steel knife inside slid out of the scabbard as if summoned, pulled out an afterimage, and handed the handle of the knife into Ji Peace in hands.
"Be careful, he will grab the knife..."
With half of the reminder still in his throat, Ji Ping'an gently twisted his feet on the floor tiles of the long street and slashed with the knife in his right hand.
With a scoff... it was as if the cloth was torn apart, and the shadow protector was cut off at the waist, returning to a pure shadow, falling to the ground, and the shadows squirmed and quickly merged into the darkness.
Disappeared without a trace.
"Stay away!" A voice suddenly sounded. That was the order given to the other masked warriors.
In just one round, the Shadow Protector has determined that this person's strength is beyond the reach of a group of subordinates.
Although you can linger for a while if you stay, it is meaningless in reversing the victory. On the contrary, it will waste the strength of the teaching in vain.
"How dare you speak in front of me?"
Ji Ping'an smiled and threw the steel knife casually.
In an instant, under a certain wall, bricks and stones splashed in the shadows, earth and rocks flew, and large clouds of dust fell. Half of a steel knife was embedded in the stone wall, and the remaining half was vibrating.
The other masked warriors were shocked when they saw this, and showed no regrets. They retreated into the distance, but did not escape. Instead, they separated from the battle group and watched, obviously not thinking that the Shadow Guardian would be defeated.
Sure enough, as the obstructive men dispersed, the red figure hiding in the shadows let out a "hum".
This time, the humming did not come from one place, but came from all directions.
The long street leading to the Wu Temple was already remote, with long walls on both sides. At this time, the wind blew the clouds, revealing a waning moon.
Ji Ping'an glanced across the street and saw hundreds of "Shadow Guardians" emerging from the shadows in the entire street. Each one was exactly the same and came towards him at the same time.
"Look which one is the real me!" Hundreds of people said at the same time.
Ji Ping'an looked calm, hooked his right hand, and released a ray of electric light from his fingertips, connecting to the handle of the knife, like a golden chain.
Immediately, he pulled gently, and the steel knife embedded in the wall was pulled out, spinning and flying back. The beating golden arc covered the blade, making an explosion sound like a high-voltage motor.
Then, as he turned around slightly, the steel knife connected to the arc chain drew a perfect circle with him as the center.
"Chichi"......
When the blade passed by, each of the "Shadow Guardians" was torn to pieces and fell to the ground, like the ground wet by rain.
At the same time, he gently threw the lantern over his head, grabbed the air with his left hand, and his wrist sank slightly.
A mountain wand, thick at the top and thin at the bottom, brown and dotted with green, was dragged out from another space.
The stick struck the ground.
There was a "dong" sound, with the wooden staff as the core, and ripples spread in circles.
The green bricks squirmed one by one, undulating like water waves, and the shadows on the ground were swallowed up by the soil. In an instant, there was no shadow in the large area around him.
At the end of the ripples, a group of shadows was "squeezed out" by the soil, entangled and condensed into a demon guardian wearing red gloves.
His face was ugly and almost distorted, and he stared at Ji Pingan in disbelief:
"Who the hell are you?!"
As the protector of the Four Saints, he is different from Zhu Xun and other warriors. He is a monk who has been given magic skills by the leader.
This shadow technique is rare even among ancient practitioners.
The requirements for practitioners are quite harsh, and correspondingly, most people lack the means to suppress them due to lack of understanding.
It is precisely because of his superiority in skills that he often has an advantage over practitioners of the same level.
However, the young man opposite him seemed to be very familiar with his abilities for some unknown reason. He simply cast the spell twice and forced him out of his prototype.
This cannot be achieved by simply “knowing” oneself.
Ji Ping'an put away his staff, casually caught the lantern that fell from mid-air, and said calmly:
"Apart from these words, can't you say anything else? Or are you saying that you were suppressed for too long in Qingya and lost the ability to speak?"
When the Shadow Protector heard this, his heart suddenly surged with rage!
In the past, due to grievances in the world, his whole family was slaughtered, and he was even punished by his enemies on a green cliff. He was whipped and tortured again and again, and was later taken away by the leader of the Four Saints and trained as a protector of the Demon Cult...
And that past whose details are unknown has become the most painful scar in his heart, or his inner demon.
Whenever someone mentions this in front of him, his anger will overwhelm his reason.
"you wanna die!"
The Shadow Protector's expression was distorted, and some memories that had been sealed for a long time surged in his mind.
Two red gloves suddenly dripped with blood.
Immediately, he suddenly slowly took off the glove on his left hand, revealing a right palm with a bright silver metallic luster, and immediately threw the glove aside.
The seemingly light gloves made a dull and loud "dong" sound when they fell to the ground.
Suppressed the wind.
At the same time, his body shrouded in black robes also made a crackling sound.
The heaven and earth spiritual elements suddenly became chaotic and disorderly, and an invisible momentum or pressure began to rise.
"Originally, I didn't want to take action with all my strength, but you forced me." Shadow Protector's voice was hoarse.
Taking a step slowly, he also took off the other glove and threw it on the ground.
Another silver metal hand bone appears to be the same.
As this action was completed, his aura rose crazily again, his body lifted up a few inches, and strange lines appeared on his cheeks.
And an invisible but real force spread in all directions with him as the center.
That is martial arts consciousness.
Only by entering the realm of sitting in a well can the power of the soul be released.
At this moment, the protector of the Four Holy Sects, who was originally only in the realm of breaking the nine realms, and was even far away from perfection, seemed to have unlocked the "seal" and stepped into the first level of sitting in a well.
"Protect him..."
In the distance, the church members who watched this scene were first shocked, then enthusiastic, and finally realized the reason why the protector dared to take the risk of stealing the real trump card of the country's destiny under the noses of major forces.
Sitting in a well and practicing magic!
At the moment when the Observing Heaven Realm cannot be left, the Taoist Sect, the Demon Slaying Division, and the Beast Control Sect have been transferred away, and at the moment when the Martial Temple is destroyed and it is difficult for the gods to come, the Sitting Well Realm is enough power to establish victory.
What's more, just dealing with a young man who hides his head and hides his identity and dare not reveal his identity?
However, facing the opponent whose aura was rising and standing in the center of the heaven and earth spiritual element, Ji Ping'an had no panic or fear on his face.
There is only mercy.
Yes, mercy.
"After all these years, you still haven't made any progress." Ji Ping'an shook his head and said:
"Relying on the magic method and the body forging sealing technique to forcefully overdraw and control the power that does not belong to your current body... Of course you don't want to go all out, because you also know the price you have to pay."
The Shadow Protector was silent for a moment, without refuting, and said:
"You do know me well, but I don't want to know who you are now."
Ji Pingan said:
"Are you sure you have the ability to kill me?"
Shadow Guardian said:
"You have definitely not stepped into the well. Unless you also have the means to temporarily advance like me."
As he spoke, he moved forward step by step.
And every time he took a step, hundreds of black shadows appeared on the entire street.
He took three or five steps, and the entire long street was filled with human-shaped black shadows.
They were densely packed, standing or crouching on the walls on both sides.
It seems that this is not the human world, but a ghost realm.
The sound of the wind seemed to have stopped, and the world had become completely dark. The light of the waning moon was obscured by thick clouds, and it seemed that there was only a lantern in Ji Ping'an's hand between heaven and earth.
The next second, he will be mercilessly devoured.
However, Ji Ping'an just sighed softly:
"Do you really think I would be stupid enough to fight you alone?"
He seemed to be whispering to himself, and seemed to be explaining something:
"Do you really think that I lost all my energy and traveled to two places just to play house with you?"
"Do you really think that all the masters in the city are gone?"
His voice was very soft, but Shadow Protector suddenly felt strong uneasiness in his heart.
The intuition of the monk sitting in the well warned wildly that some force was approaching crazily.
"You..." He suddenly woke up from his anger.
However, the next second, he heard the lantern star officer in front of him close his eyes and say softly:
"Qi Nian, if you don't take action yet, when will you wait?!"
Clang! !
As soon as he finished speaking, a clear sword sound suddenly sounded in the darkness.
The dense clouds in the sky were shattered, and the radiance of the waning moon once again illuminated this remote long street. Under the moonlight and in the strong wind, a thin old man walked on the moon.
He was wearing a simple green robe with an unsophisticated style, and carried a rusty iron sword without a scabbard on his back, tied only with a straw rope.
The sleeves seemed to be cut open with a sharp weapon, and the slightly gray hair was tied into a bun and fixed with a bamboo branch.
His face is thin and resolute, covered with weather, but his eyes are particularly bright and impressive.
At this moment, Lao Jian was repairing his clothes and robes, and with a casual move, the broken sword behind him jumped up with a whine, fell into his hand, slashed it down, and laughed loudly:
"Xishan Swordsman, please give me some advice, senior!"
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Nangong Family, inside the villa.
As Nangong Aotian fainted, the noise at the originally quiet banquet suddenly exploded. Guests stood up in shock, not knowing what had happened.
The faces of Sanqing Temple Master and his team, as well as the Beast Control Sect team led by Luan Yu, were even more ugly.
"Master, Master..."
Amidst the call, Ji Ping'an, who was napping at the table, opened his eyes and saw Huang He calling anxiously. Seeing him wake up, he hurriedly said:
"Sir, please wake up, something happened."
Ji Ping'an smiled and said, "The matter has been resolved."
What's the meaning?
The three of them were at a loss, and at this moment, a rumble that was almost imperceptible to mortals finally reached here from Yuhang.
Temple Master Sanqing and Luan Yu suddenly turned their heads and looked in the direction of Yuhang City, their expressions changing in shock:
"Oops!"
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