"Dad..." A child's joy is always so simple. The moment he saw the middle-aged man, his small figure ran over happily.
"Xiaoyan..." The middle-aged man stood up, hugged the child with both hands, and raised it above his head.
"Master..." The old man followed behind and saluted the middle-aged man respectfully.
"Uncle Zang, you don't need to salute. I've told you so many times, but you just can't remember..." The middle-aged man hugged the child and made him laugh dotingly.
The old man named Uncle Zang didn't refute, and said to the middle-aged man: "Master, how is the front now?"
The middle-aged man smiled and laughed with the child for a while, and then said: "Xiaoyan, go and play by yourself..."
"Dad, how long can you stay when you come back this time?" The child's voice was pure and innocent, looking at his father and asking.
"Xiaoyan, how long do you want dad to stay?" The middle-aged man pinched the child's cheek.
"Dad, just like me, you should never leave us..." The child was carefree and said his best wish.
Yang Ning and Huan Ling, standing aside, were like two passers-by, with no sense of existence, just watching the warm moment in front of them.
"Yes, there will be a day..." The middle-aged man put down the child and said, "Xiaoyan, go play..."
"Yes." The child nodded obediently, turned to Uncle Zhan's house and said, "Grandpa Zan, you and Daddy must have something to discuss. I'm going to play by myself first." The child is very sensible, even though he is only six or seven years old. , but you can vaguely see the child's sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, with outstanding talent. As he said that, he was already jumping out of the lobby.
"Master Yan, please slow down..." Uncle Zang did not forget to explain.
"I know, Grandpa Zang..." The child left.
The lobby became quiet, and seemed a little depressed as the children left.
The middle-aged man also sat down again. Although he looked majestic, after the children left, fatigue kept flashing on the middle-aged man's face.
"Master..." Uncle Zang was about to speak, but was interrupted by the middle-aged man.
"Uncle Zang, please sit down too."
"Master, this is against the rules..."
"Uncle Zang, just sit down." The middle-aged man insisted that the old man sit down, and then said: "The front can no longer support us. Our Qianyuan City will probably be breached soon..." The middle-aged man said, fatigue flashed across his face again.
"Master, what on earth are those things?" Uncle Zhan seemed to be remembering, but there was a coughing sound from his mouth.
"The power of lust." The middle-aged man looked at the sky. At his level of cultivation, he could already see through the nature of some powers.
"The power of lust?" Uncle Zang was puzzled.
Yang Ning and Huan Ling, who were watching quietly from the side, also wanted to know about the power of lust, and Yang Ning had such an intuition that the power of lust mentioned by the middle-aged man was definitely inseparable from the evil king of lust. .
I heard the middle-aged man speak slowly and say: "Uncle Zang, I believe you already know that there are thousands of forces in the world, including thunder, wind, and rain. There are many, many, various forces that have created the current world. , and we cultivators also use these powers to gradually compete with the great road of heaven and earth step by step. In layman's terms, it is what we call cultivators who go against heaven."
"Well, I know that cultivators compete with the Dao and go against the will of heaven." Uncle Zhan said. ъìＱυＧΕtＶ.℃ǒΜ
"However, there are many special powers in this world..."
"They are not like the forces I mentioned before, but arise with our human activities, or are produced by us humans. They must be happy, angry, sad, joyful, ignorant, angry, and greedy. We act against nature. , is already not tolerated by the Dao, and in the process of cultivation, as the ability of the cultivator becomes greater, the power of lust will naturally become stronger."
"Over time, after many years of development and accumulation, this kind of power accumulated from small to large, and gradually gathered somewhere, and then formed this power of lust."
"And those things are the concrete manifestations of these powers, and the emotions and desires shown by us humans, especially cultivators, will become the nourishment of these people..." The middle-aged man's eyes were obviously very tired. Before coming back, there should have been a big battle.
"So, to a certain extent, these things are the collection of our various human desires..."
Uncle Zhan seemed to understand, but Yang Ning and Huan Ling on the side were even more confused and confused.
"Ling'er, do you understand?" Yang Ning asked subconsciously.
Huan Ling shook his head.
Yang Ning had long known that this would be the result, but Yang Ning still couldn't help but ask, because if what the middle-aged man said was true, then what Uncle Zhan said should be exactly the same as the Phantom and his ilk.
"Master, is there any way we can eliminate it?" Uncle Zhan asked.
The middle-aged man shook his head.
"Hey..." A trace of helplessness flashed across the old man's face.
Time flies, Yang Ning and Huan Ling are like passers-by in the entire Qianyuan Mansion, no one sees or notices them.
But no matter what methods Yang Ning and Huan Ling used, they could not escape from this Qianyuan Mansion.
"How could this happen?" Yang Ning gradually lost patience.
"Brother Ning, Master Qianyuan has left the mansion." Huan Ling said.
Yang Ning has known for a long time that Huan Ling's mental power seems to be different from ordinary people. This may be due to what Cheng Chang said about the perfection of thoughts.
"Can I follow you?" Yang Ning asked.
Huan Ling closed his eyes again, and powerful spiritual power came out of Huan Ling's body.
Huan Ling opened his eyes and said, "Okay."
Yang Ning also hurriedly brought his spiritual power into Huan Ling's sea of consciousness, so that Yang Ning could become one with Huan Ling's spirit.
Sure enough, Yang Ning saw an illusory city, Qianyuan City. It was tall, magnificent, and as big as a natural moat. It was something that Yang Ning had never seen or heard of in his two lifetimes of memory.
Master Qianyuan's figure swept across the city and came to the tall city wall.
In the sky, various powerful auras are surrounding Qianyuan City. The entire Qianyuan City is protected by a powerful barrier, and these auras are constantly bombarding the barrier. At this moment, it is already in danger.
There were many strong men gathered on the city wall. Yang Ning felt that the cultivation level of each strong man was unfathomable, but there was no hope on the faces of these people.
Everyone's face is staring at obscurity and frowning.
However, the arrival of Master Qianyuan still made these people's expressions relax a lot.
Obviously, Zhenren Qianyuan is the strongest among these people.
Master Qianyuan stared at the sky and didn't say much. He just gave an order.
"Prepare to fight to the death!" Master Qianyuan was so powerful that he looked at the forces that were constantly impacting outside the surrounding barrier, and the will to die was constantly rising in his heart.
Every strong man had a look of determination, and no one backed down.
boom!
boom!
boom……
The sound of collision and impact came.
On top of the city wall, it was eerily quiet.
Everyone holds their breath and everyone is ready to go.
Rumble…
Finally, broken.
"kill!"
In an instant, everyone on the city wall moved together, turning into rainbows and rushing into the various auras falling down.
In an instant, the sky and the earth were colorless.
Then came the screams one after another.
The sky was stained with blood, and Qianyuan City was stained with blood.
These breaths are like all-pervasive airflow, more like terrifying water, constantly rushing into Qianyuan City.
…
In the blink of an eye, the entire Qianyuan City had been completely destroyed, and the power of lust that Master Qianyuan said was floating everywhere.
But the originally clean and spotless Zhenren Qianyuan was now standing in front of the gate of Qianyuan Mansion. Only this place in the entire Qianyuan City became a pure land, the last pure land.
But Master Qianyuan also understands that this final pure land cannot last forever.
Behind Master Qianyuan, there were only a few figures following, and each of them had been seriously injured. Being able to stand at this moment was entirely a matter of will.
"Real person..." There is not much life left in a strong man's body.
Master Qianyuan did not look back. Everywhere he looked up, he was surrounded by the power of lust.
"We would like to transform into bloody swords..."
"Yes, we are willing to turn into blood swords and help the real person kill the enemy!"
More and more people responded, and soon the opinions of several people were unified, and then they looked at the blood flowing into the river around them.
"You..." Master Qianyuan's voice has become hoarse. After repeated battles, his cultivation level has reached the sky. At this moment, he has a faint feeling that he cannot sustain it.
The mental powers of Yang Ning and Huan Ling were still passers-by, more like a wisp of wind, constantly passing through the entire Qianyuan City.
There is blood everywhere, broken walls and ruins everywhere. Apart from Qianyuan's mansion, there are no other human beings in the entire city. The power of lust described by Qianyuan Zhenren is everywhere.
The entire city has become a hell, a bloody hell.
"Master, we know that when you retreated to Qianyuan City, it was because the sword in your hand was broken that you took Gan Yan to retreat here. You have never had a sword handy, and because of this, you have been unable to fight against these things..."
"But now, I ask the real person not to refuse. Even if the whole city has fallen, even if we die, I still ask the real person to avenge us."
As the man spoke, his figure gradually blurred, and based on his own cultivation, he began to condense the blood in the entire city, which had turned into a sea of blood.
"Please ask the real person to avenge us, our family, and our relatives..." Another person, once again with an illusory figure and a body of cultivation, began to condense an illusory sword-shaped outline of the city in front of the Qianyuan Mansion.
"To take revenge, I am willing to take the form of a blood sword and ask the real person to avenge us."
Boundless killing intent emerged, settling into the sword-shaped outline, and the sword gradually solidified.
"Real person, kill them all..."
"Revenge!" Another person used his own cultivation to integrate the solid sword shape and the sea of blood gathered around him into one.
The sword shape was immersed in the sea of blood, and in the sea of blood, it continued to absorb the power within it.
Master Qianyuan's face was struggling. In the past, due to the pursuit of his enemies, his sword was broken, and his Taoist companion also lost his life. Until finally, Master Qianyuan achieved great success and could kill his enemies with his own hands. Then he took Gan Yan left by his Taoist companion and retired to Qianyuan City.
The name of Qianyuan Sword Master has also disappeared, but this does not mean that Qianyuan Zhenren has no blood.
The determination of these people made Master Qianyuan's eyes gradually turn blood red.
A blood sword gradually condensed into shape in the sea of blood.
Slowly rising from the sea of blood.
The sky and the earth change color.
crackle...
As soon as the blood sword appears, it summons thunder and disaster and the punishment of the great road.
Master Qianyuan didn't move, just watched quietly, because now he had more important things to do, to restore his strength.
crackle...
Thunder landed.
Xue Jian faced Thunder directly without any flinching.
And in Master Qianyuan's body, a terrifying sword intent gradually emerged.
The thought is to kill, the sea of blood is the foundation, and killing is the blade.
The sword intention of Master Qianyuan is constantly integrated into the blood sword.
Thunder is more like a baptism for the Blood Sword, and was integrated into the Blood Sword by Master Qianyuan with his powerful cultivation.
Yang Ning and Huan Ling looked at the blood sword floating in the air, and they both thought of the sword that Yang Ning mastered.
"Brother Ning, is this sword yours?" Huan Ling asked.
Yang Ning shook his head because he didn't know either.
The sea of blood was churning, and there were waves of shouts of killing. Every unwilling voice made the breath of the blood sword stronger.
An hour later, Lei Lei retreated.
The blood sword is also completely formed.
The sword-killing sword that Yang Ning mastered was not as expected, but Yang Ning was already certain that this sword was definitely the sword-killing sword that he had mastered.
Master Qianyuan finally opened his eyes.
Uncle Zang held Qian Yan in his arms and stood quietly in front of the Qianyuan Mansion.
"Dad, come back safely."
A trace of kindness flashed across Master Qianyuan's face, and he turned back to Qian Yan and said, "Xiao Yan, wait for me to come back."
Then Qianyuan turned his gaze to Uncle Zhan and said, "Uncle Zhan, please take Xiaoyan and leave."
"master……"
"No matter what, let Xiaoyan live." Master Qianyuan seemed to be explaining the funeral arrangements.
"Let's go!" Master Qianyuan turned around and looked at the sky again.
And beside Master Qianyuan, there was an extra blood sword.
"Little Master, let's go..." Uncle Zang hugged Gan Yan and disappeared into Qianyuan City.
"Kill!" It seemed to be the cry of killing in the sea of blood, and it also seemed to be the cry of revenge in the blood sword.
