On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, blue clouds competed for the crossing.
Master Feng Boyu opened the way, and Master Yuan Tian set up a great formation on Qingyun Mountain.
In the past ten years, the floating clear air between heaven and earth has been turned into wisps of blue clouds.
Gathering together in three mountains and five mountains, from all directions, in caves and blessed lands, in otherworldly celestial mountains... the young generation from nine heavens and ten places gathered together today to attend this grand event.
On Qingyun Mountain, there are millions of people, and the scene is magnificent.
Yang Gang single-handedly slashed.
Walking towards the outside of the city step by step.
Join the crowd and go straight to Qingyun Mountain.
In the Yang Mansion.
A blood-colored magic sword seemed to sense the fighting spirit in its master's heart, and it buzzed and trembled with excitement, as if it wanted to join the battle with its master.
However.
A pair of magic eyes on its blade turned toward the room, and it seemed to have just remembered something, and it suddenly paused and stuck it to the window sill.
He just pointed the tip of the knife towards the sky, looking very expectant.
An hour later.
Yang Gang finally climbed to Qingyun Mountain, a peak of 3,000 feet.
But at this time, it was only a matter of seconds.
I saw stone platforms and guardrails that had been built in the early years on Qingyun Mountain, with graceful figures extending upward layer after layer like stairs.
it's here.
Yang Gang saw a heroic hero and a dignitary from the Holy Capital full of wealth. I saw a Taoist priest with a demeanor that looked like a god, and I also saw dragons, phoenixes and monsters in all kinds of shapes.
The Holy King is everlasting, and alone controls the nine heavens and ten lands.
This grand event that shocked the world attracted practitioners from all over the world.
The higher the Qingyuntai is, the more noble its status is.
Many ordinary people in the Holy Capital can only look up at the foot of the mountain.
And the fifth Marquis of Yang Mansion, the Zhongyong Marquis, can only fall into a middle-level position of 2,200 feet.
Madam Tai, Mistress Lin, and the younger generation of the Yang family have already been waiting here.
Yang Gang saw them at a glance, but did not step forward.
There was only a solitary person standing on the edge of a cliff, just like the stone body on the high cliff of the East China Sea, quietly looking at the wisps of green air in the sky.
"Yang Gang, here... come here!"
A lively voice came from far away in the wind.
As far as Yang Gang could see.
Two thousand five hundred feet away, Yang Chan stood beside Han Xiang, waving to him from a distance.
Han Xiang on the side nodded slightly and signaled to him.
"Yang Gang, I met my aunt..."
Yang Gang bowed to the distance, but did not move forward.
After all, it is the place where Doubu and his army belong, and he, an outsider, was not suitable in the past.
It's better to be alone here and feel comfortable.
See this.
The fairy-like woman could only shake her head slightly, feeling pity and sighing.
After a while.
A magnificent and majestic voice resounded throughout the world.
[The Holy King is kind-hearted and has heaven and earth in his mind. Setting up the Qingyun Crossing will connect the past and the present, so that all aspiring young people in the world can fight for the crossing. 】
[Now Yuan is presiding over Qingyun Crossing on the orders of the Holy Lord. 】
【Ten years of Qingyun Qi, once it enters the nine heavens. Qingyun fights for crossing - Qi. 】
Give an order.
Huh - I suddenly saw a long blue river cutting through the sky, surrounding the top of Qingyun Mountain three thousand feet, like a hanging river of heaven.
Streams of cyan air rolled in the river, condensing into substance.
There are also wisps of pure indigo flowing light, swimming like fish in the long river, at a very fast speed.
Thousands of scenes are heart-wrenching.
at the same time.
The stone platforms on Qingyun Mountain, which are three thousand feet tall, shine with light and are colorful.
I saw all the young heroes looking excited. They took out a cyan jade token from their arms and input Gang Qi to activate the Qingyun Order.
Suddenly, the river of blue clouds in the sky seemed to be responding, and clusters of blue clouds fell.
A group of aspiring young people set foot on Qingyun.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he climbed into the clouds and climbed up to the nine heavens.
The millions of people in the audience looked up to the sky and were filled with excitement.
It is an infinite honor to be able to appear on such an occasion.
If you can shine in the Qingyun Battle, people in the whole world will remember your name. Even further, if you can leave your name on the road that has not changed for five hundred years...
Groups of blue clouds rose into the sky, and countless young heroes began to fight to cross the long river of thousands of feet!
Some even had their hands on them in mid-air.
The scene was chaotic.
Tens of thousands of Heaven's proud men were entangled together, and no one could tell who was who.
Most of those who came here today are those who are above the Waigang realm and can stand in the void for a short time. Otherwise, let alone standing on the blue clouds to snatch the Qi of the blue clouds, if you accidentally fall to the clouds, you will end up being shattered to pieces.
The True Gang Realm is nothing here.
For example, the young masters in the Yang Mansion have been promoted to the True Gang Realm in a short period of time by piling up resources in the past half month. But it seems that the speed is too fast and the breath is a little unstable.
With their strength, it might be difficult for them to gain some luck on Qingyun Ferry.
But Yang Gang stood on the lonely cliff, but he never moved.
Twenty-four hundred feet away.
The stone platform of Weiyuan Duke's Mansion.
Bai Suqing couldn't help but cast a strange look downward.
'Didn't he give up his spot? Why haven't you started yet? '
"Miss."
Aunt Mei whispered beside her: "The children of each family and the descendants of the Immortal Mountain in the World have already moved. If you had been later, the essence of Qingyun Qi would have been taken away."
"They want it, so what if they take it?"
Bai Suqing shook her head slightly, as if she didn't care.
But he still withdrew his gaze and looked at the sky.
next moment.
Ouch——
A dragon roar resounded through the blue clouds.
A green dragon shadow flashed past. Bai Suqing, who had already entered the realm of Yuanshen, did not need the support of the blue clouds at all. She directly transformed into a green dragon and escaped into the clouds, soaring through the nine heavens.
When he opened his mouth and swallowed, it was the essence of countless blue clouds.
It makes people blush with envy.
Deep in the sea of clouds.
Qingyun Peak.
An invisible staircase is looming, as if it connects the nine heavens.
If the talented person of this Qingyun Competition shows enough talent and is recognized by the "Qingyun Rank", it will be fully realized and the photos of the legendary genius will be revealed.
If you win the battle, you will be remembered in history.
This is the mystery of the Qingyun Order, and this is the supreme power of His Majesty the Holy King.
"It's Bai Suqing, the genius of Duke Weiyuan's Bai family!"
"She reached the pinnacle of Yuanshen in her youth, and the pure sun passed through the thunder tribulation, and lit a candle and green dragon's life lamp. Do you think she will be the leader of this term?"
"It's hard to say. In every Qingyun Battle, there are many ruthless people born in those fairy mountains and caves."
"Brother, what level of fate does Zhu Qinglong have? He is so powerful..."
Everyone was talking about it.
Bai Suqing has a charming charm and an outstanding fairy appearance.
Regardless of his status, temperament, or talent, he is admired by the younger generation of Burang Shengjing and some descendants of the otherworldly mountains.
It's a pity... for various reasons, she has already been engaged to the rumored good-for-nothing bastard from the Zhongyong Hou Mansion...
Seeing Bai Suzhen, the most famous genius in the Holy City in recent years, moved.
The geniuses from all walks of life couldn't hold it any longer.
Streams of light suddenly bloomed everywhere in Qingyun Mountain.
The figures above hundreds of souls escaped into the void, broke through the aura of the blue clouds, and competed among the thousands of blue clouds and waves.
Yang Gang looked up at the sky.
Silently holding down the gold-patterned black knife at his waist, a figure couldn't help but appear in his mind.
His eyes moved around, searching the 2,500-foot stone platform.
really.
On the stone platform of Doubu Evil Army, a figure jumped out from beside Jiang Shusheng.
She faced Yang Gang, under the mask of the evil god.
A slight smile appeared at the corner of his cold mouth.
this moment.
The ice and snow on Qingyun Mountain melted, and it was as warm as the spring breeze.
"Long time no see."
The hoarse Yu Jie's voice floated into Yang Gang's ears, with a hint of tenderness in the coldness.
It made him stunned.
"Yeah, long time... no see."
It was half a month ago since the last time the two of them separated.
But they felt like they were in another world.
yes.
This difference is two lives.
Long time no see?
Yang Gang couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, looking at Jiang Jiang's heroic figure.
At this time, she seemed to have completely faded away from the gloominess of the past. She was dressed in red and white lapels, like a ball of fire in winter, as bright as a flame.
This was the outfit that Zhao Ling usually wore during the happiest thirty years when he was with him in the Northland of his previous life.
And the magic gun in her hand... for some reason, it also evolved into a vermilion color, filled with the aura of mortals.
Jiang Jiang changed.
Looks like Zhao Ling, but not Zhao Ling.
She has overcome the adversity of knowledge and become a brand new Jiang Jiang.
The Immortal Lord Zuowang transforms into Zuowang and enters the world of mortals.
Zhao Ling was like this in his previous life.
The same is true for Jiang Jiang in this life.
They did not follow the path of Zuowang like Immortal Zuowang, but walked into the world of mortals to pursue the most important things in their hearts.
Two worlds merge into one.
She is no longer the Immortal Lord Zuowang, nor is she Zhao Ling anymore.
But a brand new Jiang Jiang.
but……
Some things never change.
On Qingyuntai.
Jiang Jiang withdrew his gaze.
Looking towards the Qingyun Crossing River, a long and winding green dragon shadow can be seen.
His expression suddenly turned cold.
The next moment.
A black spear shadow penetrated the sky and struck directly at the head of the green dragon that looked so brilliant and majestic.
