The heart-destroying and soul-eating curse sound had been personally experienced in Zhen'ao Mansion the day before yesterday, but the momentum this time was far beyond what Shen Tuli could match.
Mu Yun could only feel the words piercing his ears, the sounds biting his heart, the echoes upon echoes, the heavy barriers, and the oppression coming from all directions, making the energy and blood all over his body boil.
However, when he heard the third word "an", it was no longer possible to resist the demonic sound that threatened his life. Blood overflowed from Mu Yun's ears and nose, and Yu Bingru had already closed his eyes, shaking like fallen leaves in the wind.
Mu Yun wanted to step forward to help, but was unable to do so. In despair, he suddenly heard a solemn chant: "Nan Wu Sa Duo Nan. San Miao San Bo Tuo. Ju Hao Nan. Ta Nephew... Zhe Ruo Mainly violent. Zhunti. Suo Po He."
The chanting sound is like a heavenly Buddha coming to the world and raining down rain. The aura of compassion and peace disperses the boundless violence of the life-threatening demonic sound. It is like a wake-up call and an enlightenment.
Mu Yun regained his consciousness and hurriedly stepped forward to hug Yu Bingru. He had lost all the demonic chants and chants, and there was only lingering affection in his eyes.
At the moment when the rising sun was shining brightly, I heard that Chen Xiong was approaching, and his voice looked down at everything and said calmly: "The wind and clouds are meeting here, and the Seven Swords of China should duke it out."
Di Cangqiong stood with his hands behind his back and sighed softly: "Both you and I should know that the so-called Seven Swords of China is just a deliberate act by a thoughtful person. Wouldn't it be delusional for those who are willing to fall for it?"
There was silence for a moment, but a cold voice was heard: "Now that the wind and cloud have been manipulated, only the head of the Seven Swords can peek into the mystery and find out the truth, and I will do my duty."
A look of compassion appeared on Di Cangqiong's face, and he said desolately: "The people of the world are stupid and stubborn and are trapped in their own obstacles. It is really sad that someone as outstanding as the Sword Emperor of the West has fallen into it."
As soon as he finished speaking, he could only see the three-foot green blade shining brightly against the sun. The sound of jade vibrating gold was as sharp as the edge of a sword, but as powerful as the sky's light. Use the sky to pave the way and build my path to unparalleled glory."
The Sword Control Hall in Pingliang City has been closed to guests since the birthday banquet. Seeing that every household has been immersed in the joyful atmosphere of the approaching New Year, the place seems to be vaguely decadent and deserted.
The owner of the museum, Xing Zhenliang, has always been generous and generous, and his reputation as a benevolent man has spread far and wide, so during this period, many enthusiastic people from the world and even the market came to inquire. It's a pity that all of them were rejected without exception, and they only received a polite reply: "The owner of the museum is ill, and I hope you will have good luck."
At dawn, a figure dressed as a maid was seen kneeling upright outside the door of Xing Zhenliang's room. Her young arms held up a mahogany tray, holding a tureen on top, with a trace of steam coming out of it.
After all, the little maid was young and weak, and she looked like she was in a state of kneeling. Her sweat mixed with tears had already wet her tender face. But she still suppressed her sadness and prayed in a low voice: "Master, it's all Xiu Xiu's fault. You can beat me, scold me or kick me out, but please drink the medicine first."
Seeing that there was still no response from the door, the little maid Xiu Xiu finally couldn't hold on any longer. Emotions such as sadness, fear, grievance, and self-blame came all at once. She shook her little body and murmured: " Miss...Xiuxiu, I can't help you, I can only repay you in the next life...the next life."
After saying that, Xiu Xiu carefully put down the tray, then stood up with difficulty, wiped her tears and said sadly: "Master, Xiu Xiu knows that his sins are serious, and his life will be returned to the Sword Master today. All I ask is If the master can get well and the young lady is fine, Xiuxiu will be satisfied."
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she spoke. Xiuxiu gritted her teeth and hit the stone table nearby. Suddenly there was a huge shock in her head. Before her consciousness became blurred, she was still wondering how could this black and white impermanence happen so quickly?
A low cough finally came from the silent room, and a slightly tired voice muttered: "Finally you are here."
There was a moment of silence in the courtyard, and then there was only a sigh and a laugh: "Who else is qualified to come except me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened, and the visitor had already stepped into Xing Zhenliang's room. But seeing him wearing a pitch black robe, a hood of the same color, and even wearing black gloves on his hands, he seemed to be very dark and mysterious.
Looking at Xing Zhenliang, he saw Xing Zhenliang sitting upright on the couch. He didn't look like he was sick at all. The visitor nodded slightly and said, "You are indeed fine. It's a pity that such a loyal servant only cares about you. How can you bear to see her die?" "
Xing Zhenliang looked at the sky and said with obvious hesitation: "That unfilial girl made up her mind to run away with a wild man, and also ordered this cheap maid to disturb my peace all day long. I haven't hacked her, so I have already tolerated it in every possible way."
The visitor was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and coughed: "I solemnly apologize to you for what happened to Xianyu. If she hadn't gone too far as an official, she probably wouldn't have acted like this."
Xing Zhenliang's expression dimmed, he closed his eyes and sighed: "That girl was originally an official, but... that's all. It's okay to say what you want here."
The visitor raised his head and said softly: "Old friend, this question confuses me. Could it be that you have forgotten your mission?"
Xing Zhenliang slowly shook his head and said: "Of course I will not forget it, but if the time comes, it will be in vain even if I have the intention."
The person who came seemed to be paused, frowning and said calmly: "Kunlun Black Iron, Tianshan Cold Forging, Senluo Mingjing, and Fire Sea Earth Flame are all ready, but the person who cooperates with you appears at this time. This is Jiutian." The Ten Earths intend to protect our clan, but you, old friend, shirk it with the help of heaven and earth. Isn't this suspicious?"
After hearing this, Xing Zhenliang said suddenly: "Since you don't believe me, why bother to make plans and raise funds? If there is a capable person in the palace, I will naturally be willing to give up. My old friend, please report the truth to the Secretary of State."
The sonorous words were so resounding that the visitor was speechless for a moment. After a moment, he smiled bitterly and said: "That's all, my old friend, since my mind has been made up, I will report it to the Ming Dynasty Secretary and try my best to plan for you."
Xing Zhenliang's face turned slightly pale, but he sighed and said: "Even though the State Secretary has unpredictable powers, how can the weather be predicted by human power? If the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths really protect our clan, I will definitely fulfill my mission."
The visitor gave a deep smile and said, "This is a no-brainer matter. All you need to do, old friend, is to rest assured and make preparations. The State Secretary will find the right time for you. Ha... My clan has defied the will of heaven, what can the good time do to me?"
Xing Zhenliang's brows were raised, and he said calmly after a while: "What my old friend said is true. Since our clan has stood against the heavens, we should have the ambition to be enemies of the heavens. I, Mu Chong, sincerely pray here and wait for the State Secretary to show his strength again. The world’s gods can.”
In Taihang, east of Hedong, on the top of the residual wind, two figures stand prominently.
At the moment of sunrise, the clear light spread all over the place, and I heard a soft sigh: "Isn't it too early to choose to join the world at this time?"
After a slight pause, a clear and elegant voice said leisurely: "Dark clouds have arisen in the Western Border. If you don't move now, when will you wait?"
After hesitating for a moment, he finally heard Sa Ran smile and said: "In that case, we will see if fate favors my sword to seal the territory."
A touch of confidence flashed across the peerless face, and only the clear and cold dragon chanted: "Who is the hero of Miaobahuang? Can Qianqiong dare to be the enemy?"
