The moon was like a hook on this night, and the Antique Street area was quiet with no lights. Some ordinary people who came to watch the excitement were taking pictures and giving pointers outside the cordon, thinking that there was big news.
There were still monks staying in the cleared streets, as if they were waiting for something.
When several hidden figures landed in front of the ruins of Chunjiang Pavilion, they were so shocked that they were meditating. The chatting monks immediately cast their sights over, and when they found that they were not the people they were expecting, they went about their business as if nothing had happened.
The group of people who came were three magical powers, the housekeeper and driver Ah Hua who were restrained by them, and You An.
The housekeeper and Ah Hua were locked up, unable to use force or speak, and could only be at their mercy. You'an was even more restricted, because she almost beat a certain magical power to death in her previous attack, so as soon as she took control She, she was put into a Lingbao-level cage and sealed by Yan Changqing and dozens of other magical powers.
In order to restrain Jiang Yan, they even brought up this cage.
After a while, Yan Changqing, Mr. Dong and Lei Cheng arrived holding Jiang Yan in their arms.
The group of monks who objected during the day were given an excuse and transferred to a certain house to discuss how to break the formation. Those who stayed here were all inclined to use Jiang Yan to break the formation, so when they saw this situation, no one jumped out. Uphold justice.
Mr. Dong walked through the process in an authentic manner, "For the sake of the plan to ascend, little friend Jiang voluntarily risked herself to try the truth and falsehood. Regardless of whether she succeeds or not, we will all remember her contribution. What do you think, little friend Jiang?"
Jiang Yan immediately searched for the figures of the housekeepers, Ah Hua and You An. When she saw You An huddled in that dangerous little cage with his eyes closed, his heartache and murderous intent almost burst out. He bit his lip, slowly and He nodded firmly and said, "I volunteer to break the formation, and I hope you can keep your promise."
The three people guarding her moved away and allowed her to walk towards the ruins of Chunjiang Pavilion.
There was no fluctuation in Yan Changqing's eyes. For the sake of ascension and immortality, for himself, and for the cultivation civilization of Chuan Yun Realm, he didn't mind doing this cruel act of forcing the junior to sacrifice his life.
When Jiang Yan took out the dagger, he said his first words tonight, "Don't worry, the demolished Chunjiang Pavilion will be rebuilt. We will recruit disciples for you and let Chunjiang Pavilion continue to exist."
Jiang Yan stepped on the gravel and rubble, her feet trembling, and even her heart felt uncomfortable as if it was buried in a pile of sharp and heavy stones.
"No need." She still doesn't understand why an unprovoked disaster happened to her. Seeing these monks looking forward to her death, she doesn't want to figure it out. She only feels ashamed of her master and fails to pass on the Chunjiang Pavilion inheritance.
I'm also ashamed of You'an. If she hadn't protected her at that time, she would have been able to leave, and she wouldn't have suffered the consequences she suffered now.
Jiang Yan took one last breath, exhaled it slowly, and then inserted the blade into his heart, leaving a long mark and staining his clothes with blood.
She put her hand into the wound and pulled out the heart with a strong force. The tension of the monks was also raised to the extreme, and their excitement was ready to come out.
However, there is no change.
"Nothing happened!"
"Is it a mistake?"
"It's indeed a rumor."
There were a lot of complaints in the empty neighborhood, but Yan Changqing did not speak. He was the first to keenly sense that something was wrong, as if some kind of force was breaking free.
"Retreat!" He yelled and flew into the air. At this moment, the heart in Jiang Yan's hand burst out with brilliant light, and patterns matching it continued to appear on the ground. The majestic airflow swept dozens of people away. The monks who escaped were ground into minced meat and dispersed into clouds of blood mist.
"How is this going?"
Some of the powerful supernatural beings standing high in the sky were surprised, some were surprised, some shouted that the secret of ascension was about to be revealed, and some thought that a crisis was about to come. It was really a mess.
Looking at Jiang Yan's body again, it was as if countless mirrors were shattering.
Some people exclaimed, it turned out that there was a crack under her feet, and the terrifying breath jumped up from below, making them think that some kind of extremely dangerous seal had been opened.
"That's not right, Yan Changqing, is this really the secret of ascension?"
"Shit, I think an evil spirit is born!"
The monks felt that they had been deceived and kept questioning Yan Changqing. Yan Changqing asked someone to bring the ancestor of the Qian family to make him speak clearly.
The ancestor of the Qian family squinted at this scene that was about to fall apart and laughed, "Yes, when she was willing to cut her heart, the world restarted. Come on, this look is exactly what I saw on the Wanku Road!"
"Think about it clearly, no matter how I look at it, I don't think this is a good sight!" Mr. Dong's heart was beating wildly, and he had a bad premonition that couldn't go away. He really didn't believe what he said.
"What a fuss, I think the emergence of the mystery of ascension should be so thrilling!"
Jiang Yan still stood there strangely, with pity in his lowered eyes.
At this time, she seemed not to be a young person, but a vicissitudes of life that had returned, watching everything indifferently.
The monk holding the small cage sank in his hands and looked down. The little baby opened its eyes. He couldn't tell whether the baby's eyes contained relief or sadness. He could only feel something weird and said, "Goodbye, little thing." When the matter is over, I will let you go!"
Suddenly, the cage flew away and broke into pieces in mid-air. The little baby inside actually grew taller like a strip!
When everyone was on alert, she had already walked towards the center of the incident. The corners of the black robe she wore were arcing gracefully. Wherever she passed, the turmoil calmed down, like the compassion of a philanthropist for the world.
Lianwei came to Jiang Yan, but they were only inches away from each other.
...
The wind and sand outside the caves have been floating for tens of thousands of years, and the countless roads in the caves have been silent for tens of thousands of years. In the eye of the Zhan Chang wind, the stone tablets rising from the ground record those forgotten events.
Is an innate Holy Spirit who is only in the realm of life and death really qualified to be named the God of Wealth by the Demon Court Emperor God in charge of the wealth of the two and three days of the realm and billions of stars?
the answer is negative.
Unless there is another truth.
This truth is on the stone tablet that will pop up at the right time today.
It turns out that the innate Holy Spirit who was born from wealth was accepted as a disciple by the master of Chunjiang Pavilion and was given a small name.
In addition to practicing space magic, Lianwei studied Shinto on his own. His belief followed the Chunjiang Pavilion and spread throughout Xuantian and the star realm. , overwhelming the cultivators of the Nine Rankings, rivaling countless strong men in the Heavenly Court and the Demonic Court, and becoming the first person under the Nine Heavens Quasi-Sage.
The Shi Shen Dynasty had just passed away, and the Demon Court and the Heavenly Court were divided into nine heavens. Xuantian happened to fall under the rule of the Demon Court, so he was recruited by the Taihuang God and held the post of God of Wealth to spread the wealth of the Demon Court.
That year, the Emperor Taihuang failed to refine the destiny astrolabe and was criticized by the heaven. She was in the realm of clouds and was attacking the realm of all calamities.
