"What happened...how could this happen..."
Mrs. Meng rushed to the window like crazy. It was clear that in her memory, Shuangyue City just now was still a peaceful and intact city. The shock of opening the window almost made her suffocate.
She forced herself to calm down, "Someone is coming... Someone is coming!! Yujian, follow me out of the city to save people..."
No one responded to her, and the cold sword blade pressed against her neck. Song Qingping leaned forward and looked her up and down, "This is strange, how can you still be so stable?"
What does "stable" mean?
She turned around in a daze. The horrifying scene in the master bedroom almost made her lose the strength to stand - all the attendants she had brought with her were frozen in place, their whole bodies were blurred, their facial features had disappeared, replaced by A bunch of messy lines that are still jumping.
What are these things?
In the blink of an eye, dozens of living people turned into gradually transparent shadows under their eyes, and then turned from shadows into flat lines. In the jump of the lines, they...or "them", Just disappeared one by one.
And this same phenomenon occurred in the entire room, or in other words, throughout the entire city lord's palace. After the jumping lines covered like patches disappeared, the real mess and ruin was revealed, with various furnishings dumped to the ground, and swords on the wall beams. There are traces all over it, and you can imagine that a fierce battle took place here before.
"...A Yuan!!!"
Mrs. Meng screamed in surprise, and lost the obstruction of the attendants. It was obvious that there was no unconscious city lord on the big bed in the center. Instead, there was a large puddle of dried blood soaked in the bedding, which was really shocking.
"Auntie——"
There were messy footsteps outside the door, and the girl's childish and frightened voice came closer and closer. The atmosphere of the confrontation between Kunlun and the City Lord's Mansion just now was too tense. It would be overly worrying if the only eldest lady of the Meng family could still sleep peacefully. Mengmeng may have been paying attention to what was going on here, and only then heard her mother's sharp voice. After calling, he came in panic again.
The Zhumen were pushed open with a crash, and she saw her mother with a sword on her neck, her eyes filled with tears.
The Kunlun monk who was nearby quickly caught her with his backhand.
"Aniang!! Let her go!!!" The misty tears fell down in a flash, and she cried while struggling.
Master Chi Ming finally recovered from this series of sudden changes. He made a gesture to indicate to his subordinates not to act rashly for the time being. He stared at Song Qingping and asked her for an answer.
Song Qingping wanted to explain a lot, but thousands of words came to her lips, and only three words came out:
"Wanhua Mirror."
But these three words were like thunder on the ground. None of the Kunlun monks present are newbies. Even if they have not experienced the Xuanhuang era, they will know a thing or two about the so-called "Wanhua Mirror" - as a kind of transcendence that transcends the times. Every time there is a breakthrough in its research progress, it is very suitable to use it to highlight the glory of Junzhou under Kunlun's leadership.
For Song Qingping, the memories of Wanhua Mirror are almost all concentrated on that distant morning, before the academy system was disbanded, she attended the class on the basic principles of Wanhua Mirror.
At that time, Kunlun was about to be hit by a storm, and people's hearts were floating. Everyone was busy lining up to find a way out for themselves. There were only a few people coming to class. The professor, who was born in a construction hall, faced the empty classroom and used an old-fashioned photo pen to draw a picture. He wrote a question carefully on the light screen word by word——
"What is the significance of Wanhua Mirror in cultivating the world?"
Sitting in the first row, she was inevitably called out to answer. She thought for a while, "If you can deduce the past, you will know everything, and no one will be able to hide anything from Kunlun from now on; if you can preview the future, you will be able to prepare for a rainy day, and there will be nothing to hide from me." It will hinder my Kunlun. In this way, my Kunlun will be able to last forever, and the rock will be eternal."
The professor shook his head and motioned for her to sit down with her blank eyes.
"What's the use of a bull's-eye to kill a chicken? If the Wanhua Mirror was only used for this purpose, who would spend so much effort studying it!" He had his hands behind his back, and there was an aura of pride in his unkempt appearance.
"The real Wanhua Mirror's contribution is not to Kunlun, but to the entire cultivation world!"
He seemed to be talking to himself, "...This world is a cage. The Wanhua Mirror is our key to unlocking the cage and leading to the hope of broad freedom!"
In fact, until now, she didn't understand the meaning of the professor's words, but she still couldn't forget the sudden brilliance that burst out in the eyes of the weapon cultivator who had always been arrogant about his talent and had no interest in anything when he described the Wanhua Mirror.
It's like believing that they are really participating in a ground-breaking undertaking and that they can change the world.
... Later, the professor died tragically in the Xinyou Incident.
Later, Luochuan fell, and the dim and glorious Kunlun could no longer support this world-changing plan, and their memory of Wanhua Mirror gradually faded away with the cliff-like torrent of the times.
But it is still an absolute national weapon! How could he randomly appear in a small town on the border of Junzhou?
And its purpose is to kill a chicken with a knife! !
However, there was no more time left for them to think. A storm formed above the city lord's palace, tearing away all the roofs above their heads.
Under the dense darkness, strange monks suddenly appeared, flying swords on their feet, hovering over them like falcons.
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"One at the early stage of Nascent Soul, two at the golden elixir stage, and the rest are just for foundation building..."
Rong Tong let out a breath. It seemed that the other party was still focusing on dealing with the real Chi Ming and his party on the other side of the city lord's palace. As for the anomalies in Dongshi, they could only send a small group of people to investigate the anomalies in Dongshi.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?!"
The leader, Yuan Yingqi, jumped off the flying sword, stretched out his hand, and the sword in mid-air fell into his hand. He pointed the tip of the sword at Rong Tong and questioned coldly.
The answer to him was a sword piercing the heart——
Rong Tong flashed behind him using Crane Shadow Feihong and completed the backstab neatly. The monks who were still in the air had not yet recovered from the sudden death of their leader. Every strand of night wind flowing through their sleeves and brushing against their skin instantly turned into the most ferocious weapon, slitting their throats. , pierced through their Dantian. In the blink of an eye, there were more than a dozen corpses scattered on the ground and a bunch of ownerless flying swords that fell with clanging sounds.
Oh haha, after the return of spiritual consciousness, the accuracy seems to have suddenly improved a lot!
While Rong Tong was busy solving the trouble, Lian Chao was looking around at the ruins.
Rong Tong wanted to use his spiritual consciousness to detect the enemy's situation, but turned around and met the enemy head-on. Without this "coincidence", he might have to regretfully show that he was helpless. The fluctuations of each monk's spiritual consciousness are unique. Just like radio waves, they can be intercepted, interpreted, and located. Especially for people who have attracted much attention, such fluctuations will definitely receive special attention. Just as he can still discern the fluctuations of the spiritual consciousness of the monks at the top of the Nine Continents, those people must also be extremely sensitive to his spiritual consciousness.
If we really lure anyone here, it will only be ten thousand times worse than it is now.
So he could only see what he saw with his naked eyes, but it was shocking enough.
Shuangyue City has existed for tens of thousands of years, and has never moved or changed owners. The residents of the city have thrived and thrived from generation to generation. Each of the bricks and stones used to build the walls and the stone slabs paved may have a history of thousands of years. In the past, this city was unknown and uncontested. It had never experienced invasion by foreign enemies or suffered from turmoil. In this sense, it was like a paradise in another world.
He once promised Mengshi that as long as Kunlun existed, Shuangyue City could "maintain the status quo" for one day.
But now, the city is destroyed and all the people in the city are missing. The irony is that he came here ten days ago, when Shuangmoon City was still peaceful and peaceful. In other words, the incident in Shuangyue City occurred during the period when he was blocked by Taiwei.
Who did it? What is the purpose? Is Twin Moon City blocking someone's way, or is there something worth coveting here?
"Slip away! I'll be really cold when I get to the stage of becoming a god!"
Rong Tong casually handed over everyone's Qiankun bags and flying swords, took off the clothes of two monks, and flashed back to him in the blink of an eye. He Ying Feihong, who was extremely draining of spiritual power for the Nascent Soul stage, seemed to be used as an accelerator by her, and she used it frequently in various ways.
"Have you achieved a breakthrough?"
Lian Chao withdrew his solemn thoughts. He couldn't help but be a little surprised when he looked at the girl he hadn't seen for several months. One Nascent Soul, two golden elixirs, and seven or eight foundations. Did it take her more than twenty seconds to deal with them?
"...That's a good question. I really don't know."
She answered honestly while stuffing the "ill-gotten gains" into her Qiankun bag without any guilt.
This group of invaders was unexpectedly rich, especially the Yuan Yingqi who was defeated by her with a sword at the beginning. The wealth he brought could probably make a large number of low-level civil servants in the Kunlun Six Halls cry.
"By the way, do you want to come with me? Or do you want to stay here and do what you want to do?"
Lian Chao's eyelashes moved slightly, many thoughts passing through his mind in an instant, and the next second he slowly stretched out his hand towards Rong Tong.
He said, "Take me with you."
In a crisis-ridden environment, Rong Tong fell into a trance at an inappropriate time. The hand was plain white, the fingers were clearly knuckled, and a jade-like wrist exposed under the sleeve was really dazzling.
She secretly bit her lower lip to stabilize her mind, as if she was holding the hand without any distractions. The next moment, the other person held it back and covered her hand with an unfamiliar temperature.
Even though his eyelashes trembled, he couldn't feel her pulse.
Rong Tong still didn't know the turmoil in the other person's heart. She was trying her best to ignore his temperature in order to use the spell. Crane Shadow Feihong was finally able to activate again. She took the wind with her step and led him to evacuate the scene quickly.
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The situation on Master Chiming's side looks much more serious.
Although there is only one Avatar in the sky, everyone in the remaining twenty or so golden elixir stages is wearing light armor. This magic weapon was first created by Shang Qingjun, the leader of Kunlun, 1,300 years ago. It was the key to Kunlun's victory when the monastic world in Junzhou was in decline and it was difficult to resist the invasion of Youzhou. As long as the reserve of spiritual power in the light armor is sufficient, the monk who wears it can instantly rise to a greater realm. Of course, given that the gap between each realm increases exponentially in the later stages of the practice, the upper limit of the light armor can only be raised to Yuan Yuan. Infancy, but this does not prevent the monks from being crazy about it. After Kunlun unified Junzhou, light armor became a magic weapon at the level of military control. If anyone outside the Kunlun military headquarters is found to have hidden it, they will be punished as a felony of rebellion.
There are less than ten people under the command of Zhenren Chiming. Among them, he, who has the highest level of cultivation, will inevitably be entangled by the leader's transformation stage, while his remaining subordinates will face enemies several times their number.
"Everything in this city was done by you?"
Master Chi Ming slowly drew his sword, and everyone behind him also unsheathed their swords.
The god-transformation monk in the sky made a gesture to signal everyone to enter the fighting state, but his expression seemed to be hesitant.
"Gu, Lu, Zhu and Zhang from Jiangdong, Cui, Lu, Li and Zheng from Daibei..."
Under the sword blade, Mrs. Meng looked up at the faces in the sky, muttering in disbelief.
Song Qingping asked in a low voice: "Do you know them?"
Mrs. Meng became even more confused, "The Immortals have been in high positions for a long time, so it's no wonder if they don't recognize these well-dressed families after the snow fell on the Tianshan Mountains... These people in the sky are almost all the most capable elites in this generation of aristocratic families... But Why did they..."
Why is it here? Why can I wear light armor privately? Why do you dare to use swords against people from the Kunlun Military Department?
She suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of her heart, as if there was a hole in her heart, and someone was reaching out to pull her heart out. She fell to the ground in pain and curled up into a ball.
Mengmeng howled loudly: “A’niang—A’niang—”
The deputy couldn't help but frown when he saw this. While he was alert to the movement in the sky, he held Mengmeng close to Song Qingping.
"What's going on with these two?" he said in a message.
The whole city was destroyed, but were they the only real people?
Mengmeng fell forward and threw herself at her mother, hugging her and trembling in an extremely helpless manner, like a pitiful and helpless little animal.
Song Qingping looked at the mother and daughter on the ground coldly. In fact, she was not sure. She had never met Mrs. Meng before. Even in the Southern Jin Dynasty, she had never gotten along with Mrs. Meng, so she could not be familiar with her.
But this vague feeling gave her an indescribable weird feeling, and she always felt that the poor little girl now could not be reunited with the girl who dared to fight against the monster alone.
"It's okay if you refuse to admit it." Master Chi Ming raised his head and sneered.
"You have already committed two major crimes by showing up now. First, the Junzhou monastic family cannot leave the fief without permission from Kunlun; second, wearing light armor privately is the same crime as rebellion!"
After many years of military service, he has already developed an aura of calmness and self-respect. Although the monk in the transformation stage in the sky seems to be calm on the surface, inside he feels like he is stepping on a cloud, drifting without any bottom.
Even after the Xinyou Incident, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Kunlun is in decline. However, the impression of Kunlun's undefeated myth accumulated over thousands of years is still too deep for the people of Junzhou. Now that they were suddenly in conflict with the mid-to-high-level monks in Kunlun, among other things, the psychological pressure was really quite heavy.
They were also in trouble. The Wanhua Mirror, which they thought was infallible, suddenly collapsed without warning. The Family Alliance and the people at the top did not make any additional filings at all, and they were just rushing to put the duck on the shelves now. Even the inner monks who did not want to face Kunlun face to face, they also knew that once this matter was leaked, each of them would be in ruins. .
What the person above meant was that they had to hold off these people from the military department first, and then they needed to ask the top-level gentleman for instructions. As the top leader of Junzhou's power, the Lord would definitely have a comprehensive plan to deal with these uninvited guests.
"Although they can't send messages to the outside world now, if they talk too much, they will be wrong. Let's take action directly!"
Then all the disciples of the aristocratic families in the sky fell down one after another, their swords shining like stars and rushing out of a huge arc-shaped airflow.
Master Chi Ming swung his long sword, and the sword light flowed like a clear water with life.
"Form up! Break through from the center!"
The encounter was imminent, with top-down attacks and sky-high sword lights encountering each other, and the flow of spiritual power generated by the collision was like the sun suddenly lighting up in the long night.
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Rong Tong and the others walked through the ruins for a while until a well appeared in front of them, and she jumped in with Lian Chao without hesitation.
Wells in the north are usually drilled very deep, and the wells in Two Moon City seem to be especially deep. In the claustrophobic and narrow passage, they fell freely for at least several seconds before finally falling into the bitingly cold well water.
Rong Tong opened the body shield in time to resist the water pressure, and also included Lian Chao. The monk relied on the circulation of spiritual power in the body. As long as the spiritual power was not exhausted, he could survive in an environment without oxygen. However, the water in this well was also very deep. Even if Rong Tong deliberately increased the weight, it would sink for a long time without reaching the bottom.
What's even weirder is that the spiritual element of this well water is so low that even the most common water element in the water body is difficult to sense, and it seems to block their spiritual consciousness.
"Aren't you afraid of the dark?"
Lian Chao finally spoke, but it was not to question why Rong Tong brought him here.
"Fortunately..." Rong Tong was searching for something carefully. Hearing this, he subconsciously replied: "Isn't it because you are still around..."
Her "claustrophobia" usually only breaks out erratically when she subjectively realizes that she is isolated and helpless, and happens to be in a dark environment with no one around. I think she even took the AIDA test when she was in college. Encouraged by her friends, she jumped into a blue hole hundreds of meters deep to free dive.
After she answered this, she immediately felt the hand she was holding move, as if it was struggling, or as if it was tightening its grip on her, but all of the above might just be her momentary illusion...
Rong Tong suddenly realized the ambiguity of her answer, and untimely emotions such as panic and annoyance suddenly came to her heart. She immediately wanted to explain, but she didn't know how to word it so as not to make the atmosphere between them more awkward.
At this time, the turbulent underwater undercurrent was like a timely rescue, forcing her to sweep aside all her personal emotions. She concentrated, and the spiritual power in her Dantian was fully activated, directly going against the direction of the undercurrent. He rushed forward without looking forward.
No accidents were encountered, and dozens of seconds later, they successfully "landed" from underwater.
Rong Tong took out a paper lantern from the Qiankun bag and lit the lantern with sparks from her fingers. She pretended to be sick in bed for several months and saved time by practicing hard day and night to penetrate the pinhole with her spiritual consciousness. At least now, her fire control skills are not that good. It couldn't be more flammable or explosive.
The real fire in the Nascent Soul stage seemed to be the size of a pea, but it brightly illuminated the empty environment around them - it seemed that the well water led directly to the underground river, and they were now standing on a gravel beach created by the underground river. There are cone-shaped stalactites growing everywhere on the rock wall, and it can be seen that this is an underground cave.
Lian Chao's peripheral vision inadvertently glanced at the lantern held in Rong Tong's hand, which was painted with purple tung flowers blooming on the branches. It was exactly what he had painted on it when the two of them first met in this world. On that night when the jade pot was shining and the fireworks were brilliant, they reached a deal for 60,000 lanterns.
...I don’t know how many lanterns he still owes her.
"Okay, no matter who it is now, they shouldn't be able to find us for the time being."
Rong Tong breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, this underground river can naturally block spiritual consciousness. Even if the powerful master came in person, he might not be able to sense them through this water body.
She let go of Lian Chao's hand without leaving any trace, and stepped back a little distance. She held a jade slip in her hand, half hidden under her sleeve.
Thanks to Song Qingping's gift, otherwise she would have thought of no good way to communicate with her secretly along the way and cooperate with each other to complete the plan.
Lian Chaomo looked at the looming object in her sleeve. She took it out in front of him, obviously not wanting to hide it from him.
But his tone was unusually weird, "Is this... the mother-in-law of the Sixth Division of the Kunlun Military Headquarters?"
Zimu Jian was one of the earliest "masterpieces" of Chuan Qiong. It did not use spiritual consciousness but used a special wave circuit of spiritual power as a communication tool to transmit the medium, which could prevent secrets from being intercepted by other powerful forces.
The shortcomings are also obvious. Message transmission can only be carried out between each pair of child slips and mother slips, which means that you can only communicate with one person with it. The second and most frightening point is that using this child slips costs a lot of money. The spiritual power per second is equal to the distance between two jade slips to the power of the unit of feet. For example, if the people who possess them are together ten feet away, then every second the jade slips flash by is equivalent to 10 of 10 consumed. Second power unit spiritual power.
Even a unit of spiritual power for a monk above the Nascent Soul stage may only be worth a scoop of water to a lake, or even a grain of sand to a desert. But after hearing from their beloved leader a story about "rice grains placed on a chessboard" in a mysterious and distant place called ancient India, all the crazy monks and monks in Kunlun who voted for upgrades unanimously approved the plan. Jane won the honorary title of "The Most Garbage Magical Weapon in History".
Even after considering its strategic value, Lian Chao reluctantly changed it himself. In the end, he could only increase the "zhang" of the square unit to "li", barely allowing it to function so well in short-distance communications. After a while, due to lack of practicality, it finally joined the Kunlun Military Department's most mysterious Sixth Military Commission Investigation and Statistics Bureau - referred to as "Military Department Sixth" espionage luxury equipment package.
While looking around, he had to tense up and be ready to receive news. Rong Tong was a little distracted, "Military Department Six has been following Luochuan for hundreds of years. It is said that this kind of gadget is easy to get now... "
She understands that after all, classmate Zhang Wei has been "running away from Kunlun" for so many years and has been hiding in the corners of deep mountains and old forests for who knows how long. It is understandable that he does not understand the current Kunlun market.
Lian Chao, who didn't know what strange setting he had imagined by the other party, didn't know how to express it for a moment. The biggest problem here was that according to the change of direction and the length of time they had been swimming, the city owner from this underground cave to the surface The straight-line distance between two points in the mansion must be at least six or seven miles away... Is she serious about using this to contact her people in the city lord's mansion?
"Don't you want to ask me why I came here? What do you want to do now?" Looking around, she suddenly asked, seemingly casually.
Lian Chao slowly recovered his thoughts, but did not speak. He just looked at her calmly.
ah! This is happening again, who is afraid of whom? !
Rong Tong wanted to continue looking back "as if inadvertently", but as soon as the two eyes met, she painfully realized that she had overestimated herself again.
This look... it always feels like he has seen through everything, and you have nothing to hide, but in the end you can't help but suspect that this is just your own imagination.
"Okay, let's make it clear..."
Rong Tong spread her hands, knowing that she couldn't beat the big boss, so she chose to be honest——
"I'm suspecting that the original book "The Outlaw" may not only record the past history of Junzhou." She took a deep breath, "The plot of this book does include the present and the future that will happen."
Lian Chao did not directly refute her, and it was even difficult to read any inner reaction from his eyes.
He just asked, "What's your basis?"
Rong Tong handed him the small book recording the plot. This time she could no longer take care of the straight man's mood when encountering the bl plot.
Lian Chao took it and flipped through the pages.
Rong Tong slowly began to tell: "There is such a branch line in the plot of this book. Meng Yuan, the 271st lord of Shuangyue City, suffered from a strange disease that could not be cured for a long time, so he had to invite famous doctors from all over the world. A man named Mo Qing Xun's medical practitioner was invited to come. He is actually the subordinate of the biggest villain in the book, and his real name is Mo Ci.
The villain gave him a 'magic medicine', and the effect was immediate when Meng Yuan first took it, and he immediately made Mo Ciyan a guest. Mo Ci took the opportunity to poison the wells in the city. All the innocent residents in the city were turned into walking corpses by him. They attacked the city lord's palace in groups. Mrs. Meng and the few monks in the city fought hard to resist. The walking corpses were about to be cleared away, but Meng Yuan got mad and gave them a fatal blow from behind. In the end, no one survived, so Shuangyue City was completely reduced to a dead city.
The reason why the villains do this is to get the legendary secret treasure of Shuangyue City - the 'Huangdi Xuanzhu'. According to the setting, if you get it, you can command the water veins of the world... Of course, I know that according to the records of Junzhou's official history, The Yellow Emperor's Mysterious Pearl was rumored to not exist at all by Emperor Xuan himself a thousand years ago... However, in the original work, Mo Ci took advantage of the city lord's brief sobriety and loss of strength, and used his daughter Mengmeng as a threat, so he could easily obtain the real object. .
Then, in front of Meng Meng, he stabbed her father to Ling Chi. When Meng Yuan was still breathing, he broke Meng Meng's neck, and then mended Meng Yuan's body, which was already covered with bones. Take the last stab.
Having achieved his goal, he should have evacuated quickly, but Mo Ci still stayed alone in the poisonous Shuangyue City. Finally, he waited for the news that Kunlun sent an advance team to Shuangyue City to investigate, and he also guessed the leader of the team as expected. The person’s name…”
After that, another tragedy began.
After she finished speaking, Lian Chao had basically read through the entire plot. Unlike his scrawled time travel, probably because it was not long and because he was deeply impressed by the fact that he had just finished reading it before the time travel, Rong Tong's plot line records were meticulous. Of course, he finally found out the real division of this so-called "Evil Disciple" on a certain green website, but his face did not show any more surprise... even though he saw it in the "Attack" column. own name.
"Shuangyue City was destroyed, Feng Yuji disappeared, and Mengshi really hired a medical practitioner named Mo Qingxun..." Rong Tong's hands clenched tightly under his sleeves unconsciously, "This book It’s not just a ‘fanfic’ of the past, it also records the future.”
But she knew it too late. After coming to this world for a year, she was surrounded by people with ulterior motives. The only people with whom she could truly have a pure friendship were Feng Yuji and Meng Meng... She had some power in Kunlun in the past. She could have been there very early. to prevent this.
Lian Chao closed the notebook, pulled out one of her hands, gently spread her curled fingers, put the notebook on and returned it to its original owner.
"So do you believe in the 'future' it describes?"
Rong Tong lowered his eyes and looked at the notepad in his hand, sighing in his heart, "This is my judgment. You said before that the earth and the cultivation world are different in the time dimension, but this 'difference' may not necessarily mean who comes first. A straight line in sequence. I wonder if it is possible that it is in a chaotic and intertwined state. The time when the earth sent us here to cultivate the world may be different from what they know. The history of cultivation is not completely synchronized.”
But what is the real history of the cultivation world in the plot line? The author of "Evil Disciple" has inherited the excellent tradition of Internet literature writers that everything can be combined into CP. The ascended Qingjun of Kunlun can talk to the last master of Tianshan Snow who has been dead for fifteen hundred years and travels to three hundred years later. in love. Naturally, in order to make up for the sadomasochistic love between Mo Ci and Feng Yuji, various distorted "literary re-creations" can probably be made on the Shuangmoon City massacre.
Not to mention whether Mo Ci has the ability to move the Wanhua Mirror, the most powerful weapon of the country, from Kunlun to Shuangyue City, why would the Seventy-Two Aristocratic Family collude with a nameless person like him... If the fall of Shuangyue City really happened Every step followed the plot, and she clearly "spoiled" this part to the unmarried couple in advance. They are all exquisite people. Even though they may seem absurd at first glance, as a series of "futures" unfold, they should not be without a trace of vigilance. At least when "Mo Qingxun" appeared on the stage, Mengmeng should have realized that something was wrong, but judging from the projection of the Wanhua Mirror, everyone in the city lord's mansion believed in "Mo Qingxun".
...What exactly went wrong?
"It is impossible for Shuangyue City to 'invite famous doctors from all over the world' to treat Meng Yuan."
She suddenly heard the young man's voice across from her speaking calmly.
"The problem with his body is not so much a 'disease' as it is a genetic defect. Every clan member with Montessori blood flowing in their body is born with such a defect, and as their cultivation level improves, it manifests itself in various forms. Once the deficiency syndrome occurs, the body begins to weaken irreversibly. Each generation of Montessori family heads are gifted, but no one has ever survived the transformation stage, which is like a curse. This is why they are almost the same lineage. The real reason is that they don’t want to extend such suffering to more future generations.”
Such a tragic secret has never been mentioned in the original work... Yes, classmate Zhang Wei has lived to such an old age, like half a living fossil in the world of cultivation. If he is willing to provide clues in a friendly way, it will be a real help in times of need.
Her mind was spinning rapidly, "So when Meng Yuan entered the stage of spiritual transformation, his body was destined to deteriorate. Since he knew it very well, how could he expect a wandering golden elixir healer?"
"...But who is this 'Mo Qingxun' in the Wanhua Mirror?"
"Shuangyue City has always been far away from the world. The Meng clan has been strictly guarding against outsiders since ancient times. However, for more than a thousand years, there is a place where they can easily open the door-"
No need to say more, his slowly closing eyes were filled with desolation.
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The fierce battle above the City Lord's Mansion has reached a fever pitch. Although the number of participants in the Family Alliance is twice that of Kunlun, there are already
Faintly falling behind the trend. This is not surprising. Whether it is Chiming Zhenren or the subordinates he brought, most of them are elites trained during the Kunlun Academy system. Their understanding of the sword and the coordination of the use of techniques are far beyond what can only be done for ten thousand years. He is a child of an aristocratic family with an ancient family background, not to mention that he has participated in countless large and small battles with the military for hundreds of years. His combat experience and consciousness completely defeat these shabby people who in the past only dared to live under the wings of Kunlun.
Seeing that less than half of the monks in the aristocratic family had their dantians crippled and their souls scattered, there were only a few Nascent Soul stages of Master Chiming with minor injuries on their bodies.
"The leader in the transformation stage will capture the ones alive, and the rest will be killed quickly!"
Chi Mingzhenren cut the opposite Jin Danqi in half with his light armor with one sword, and he sent a message to each of his subordinates.
We can't be reluctant to fight, we must break out of Shuangyue City as soon as possible and bring the news back to the military headquarters!
Although he was angry at the audacity of the family, it was related to Wanhua Mirror, and others might not know the pros and cons, but he had climbed to this position, and he felt uneasy in his heart. Unless the former construction hall took action, otherwise...
Don’t dare to think deeply——
While directing the battle, he couldn't help but glance at the ground. He specially asked Song Qingping to guard the two crucial witnesses who "survived" after Wanhua Mirror's sudden collapse. They may be the key to solving the mystery of Shuangyue City——
However, at this glance, he saw Mrs. Meng's pale face looking up, her bloodless lips opening and closing, and the mouth shape facing him was...
The next moment, there was a roar, and a huge sword light tore through the night wind, carrying a huge air current and slashing towards the people on the ground, and huge smoke and dust rose up.
The monk from the aristocratic family who was in the stage of becoming gods took action against the people on the ground regardless, even though he did not have time to dodge the attack of Master Chi Ming.
"Sir, be careful behind you!" A voice sounded in Zhenren Chiming's ears at the same time. That cold tone was from Song Qingping!
Chi Ming's pupils shrank, just in time to withstand the opponent's sword energy coming from the sky. When the smoke and dust dispersed, a deep crack was added to the already torn city lord's mansion, but the person expected to be injured was not where he was. The plain white figure then appeared on the far side of the sword mark. It was unbelievable that a person in the early stage of Nascent Soul could avoid such a swift and violent blow at the stage of becoming a god.
Song Qingping took action decisively and neatly killed two monks from aristocratic families who had rushed out of the military blockade. Their light armors were all scrapped by the weakest points with a precise sword strike. If it were not for this kind of military-level equipment, Quite familiar, this is no easy task. But in the sky, even though he was seriously injured, the monk from that aristocratic family began to become more unrelenting in his offensive.
Master Chi Ming, who was being dragged away, immediately noticed the change in their attitude, contacted the mouth shape, and immediately sent a message to Song Qingping: "Protect the mother and daughter!"
On the ground, Song Qingping held a sword flower and put the bloody sword behind her. When she looked back, what she saw was "Mrs. Meng" with flashing lines all over her body.
Mengmeng, who was cowering aside, finally burst into tears when she saw this. She was so sad that she had lost her mother. While crying, she crawled over on her hands and knees in an attempt to get closer to her mother, but was pushed away by "Mrs. Meng".
"Fairy aunt..." "Mrs. Meng" spoke with difficulty, but the sound coming from her throat had a strange fluctuation, and it was difficult to distinguish the tone.
Song Qingping's expression was complicated, "So you are also a projection."
However, as the main person who needs to contact the Kunlun Military Department, its algorithm accuracy has been adjusted to the highest level. Wanhua Mirror has meticulously reshaped "Mrs. Meng". If this algorithm continues to run, regardless of the ethics of life and death, It is actually no different from the real person.
In order to hide the truth, the person who controlled Wanhua Mirror must have tampered with the memory algorithm that created "Mrs. Meng". Unfortunately, the method was rough and Wanhua Mirror was facing collapse. Before the disintegration comes, it is like recovering in a flashback.
"We... never... sent out that... medical notice... the only thing we asked for help was..."
Her words were intermittent. Song Qingping realized that this was the best time to learn the truth, and quickly asked: "How did those aristocratic families destroy Shuangyue City silently? Why did they do this? Where did the Wanhua Mirror come from? ? Are there any instructions behind them?"
"Mrs. Meng" could no longer suppress her trembling body. As more memories came back, she remembered the cause of her death, and a large bloody hole immediately appeared in the back of her heart. Song Qingping watched in surprise as the scales spread from her neck to her neck. Extending to the side of the face, a pair of well-maintained hand joints are elongated and curved, the nails are lengthened into sharp claws, the blood vessels all over the body have turned dark, and they are clearly visible under the skin like a spider web.
This symptom was too much like being infected by a monster, and she even looked like a monster that was in the process of becoming alienated!
But it was useless, she lost her heart... "Mrs. Meng" already understood that her life was counting down, and she was just waiting for the algorithm to resume calculations until the moment of her death.
It's really a pity that this can be regarded as her coming back to the world, but she has been confused for so long. Now she doesn't even have time to fight for her daughter. It's like the second time, she has to watch the child go down the road of no return. …
"Mrs. Meng? Mrs. Meng?!" Song Qingping was a little anxious, "At least you must tell us this, otherwise how can Shuangyue City and the Meng family redress their injustice?!"
Avenged? Oh, who will redress their injustice?
Amid the violent flashing of garbled characters, "Mrs. Meng's" voice became increasingly blurry. It was unclear whether she was picking up what she had left unfinished or answering Song Qingping's question:
"...Kun...lun..."
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"You want to say Kunlun, right?"
Yu Jian in the sleeve shone lightly, Rong Tong tightened it, and slowly supplemented the final answer to his old classmates.
She settled: "Although the news just came, although she really didn't guess before coming, it was the" Mrs. Meng "of the main palace of the city. In the past, deducting the future, it must be what the real Mongolian lady saw ... I am afraid she has already suffered. "
Lian Chao looked at her quietly, and when he saw the two moon city again, he had faintly clear ... What else can he expect? He should understand that this is the worst era.
Now he doesn't even think about it for a while. This girl really connects the other party's son Jane. How much spiritual power does her body contain? Does she know herself?
And Rong Tong doesn't know what other expressions should she be put on, although she has no good opinion of the Millennium old monsters of Kunlun's highest level, but all this is still so ridiculous ...
She murmured, "Yeah, this is reasonable ... I have such a desperate genetic disease. If she can still send hope, I am afraid that only Kunlun is, even if Meng Yuan already recognizes his life, he will soon be in love, and love in love. Yu Li also needs to report to Kunlun's replacement of the position of the city owner ... And how can they beware of the outside world and how can they prevent Kunlun? "
"Wanhua Mirror is Kunlun Chongbao, who can steal it? But what if Kunlun himself?"
But it's not right--
What role does Mo Qingxian play in the projection? What do the Lord behind the scenes let these families do? Diverting trouble to the east? So why should I use their Wanhua Mirror to cover up? It ’s right to marry the disaster, is it ... have n’t the purpose yet?
Rong Tong suddenly looked at her activated stone classmates, "Is there really nothing Xinmi that the world is not known for the world? Or is Montessori hiding what is worthy of heavily? of?!"
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Thank you at 2020-02-21 03: 10: 53 ~ 2020-03-11 03:19:10.
Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of blue marks; 2 bottles of floating clouds;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
