Fengyunlu

Luo Hongchen, the Great Emperor of Spring and Autumn, has traveled all over the mountains and rivers of the human world and knows all the mysteries of the human world. He has tasted the ups and downs of the human world and deeply understands the true meaning of it. How could he bear to let those innocent people pay for the fight between the Xuanmen?

Lei Gong, the leader of the Thunderbolt Hall, was also unwilling to see such a thing happen. The Thunderbolt Hall took slaying demons and monsters as its mission and always insisted on helping the world. Otherwise, how could the 800 disciples of the Thunderbolt Hall get those four words of virtue: "The nine disciples of Qixia watch the thunder, the eight hundred disciples of Fuyang walk for whom, the demons and monsters disturb the sky, and they all descend to the distant and bring the thunder."

These four moral words are not empty words. Most of the people within a hundred miles of Leiming Mountain have been protected by the Thunderbolt Hall. When the snow blocked the mountain and the hunters who cut wood had no food at home, the Thunderbolt Hall would send people to deliver food. When women, children and the elderly were left alone at home and had been ill for a long time without a doctor, the Thunderbolt Hall would take care of them, send doctors and medicine, and send food. Even in years of disaster and famine, the Thunderbolt Hall would provide shelter for the people...

Which of the people of Leiming Mountain has not received benefits from the Thunderbolt Hall? And which one of them does not sincerely support the Thunderbolt Hall? With such a righteous act, how could Lei Gong, as the head of the hall, watch the immortal veins being destroyed and the spiritual roots being destroyed? Once the spirit of the immortal veins is destroyed, Leiming Mountain will also suffer.

Once the luck of the Thunderbolt Hall is destroyed, the meaning of the Great Dao in the Thunder Pond will gradually disappear, the red silk in the sky will no longer go back and forth, and the Thunder Pond will gradually cease to exist. In this way, there will be no place to practice the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art, and the Thunderbolt Hall will be cut off from its foundation, with no successor. How can the Thunder Art have the face to face the ancestors? Moreover, if the Thunder Pond is gone, the formation at the bottom of the pond will also be broken.

Lei Gong didn't know what was in it, but the ten thousand year old ancestral precept of the Thunderbolt Hall also had to keep it well. In addition, the Spring and Autumn Emperor was so concerned about it, Lei Gong understood that no matter what the reason was, this sword in the sky could not be allowed to fall.

So, he raised his hand to call Lei Teng, and the Immortal Absolute Array was fully activated, and it was deployed on Lei Gong again. In an instant, the weak and seriously injured Lei Gong stood up, swung his dark blue robe, and flew straight into the sky.

Along with him, and one step ahead of him, was the Spring and Autumn Emperor Luo Hongchen. Luo Hongchen was in front, and his mind was clear as a mirror. This was not to destroy the spiritual roots, it was clearly to attack the enemy and save them. You righteous people are full of benevolence and righteousness. If you don't stop it, not to mention the destruction of the immortal veins, even if half of them are destroyed, the Thunderbolt Hall may be fine, but the people of the entire Fuyang Mountains will suffer.

But Luo Hongchen might not be able to block all of them by himself, after all, the sword was too strong and its killing intent was too cold. Luo Hongchen had a high level of cultivation, and even if he didn't fight hard, he couldn't guarantee that there would be no mistakes. If he really made a mistake, Luo Hongchen couldn't bear it.

Fortunately, Lei Gong acted in time, and despite being seriously injured, he decisively rushed forward with thunder. Luo Hongchen nodded, and then took the lead, pulling out his most precious treasure in his life, the natal magic weapon Hongchen Lu.

This talisman condenses the transformation of mortals into immortals. It was achieved by Luo Hongchen using the great way of immortal travel and the power of all people. He felt the changes of heaven and earth in the four seasons during the Spring and Autumn period. Finally, his own essence and blood were forged by the fire of great extinction derived from the Hunyuan Purple Mansion for three hundred years.

After it was refined, it was already the end of the sixty-year period. The leader of the Han Clan was seriously injured and retreated, so there was no need to use this scroll, so naturally no one knew how powerful it was. However, Luo Hongchen was absolutely confident when he took it out at this time.

But look at the shape of the treasure basket, which looks like jade. The whole body is shiny and lustrous, and the luster is inverted and warm. It is like the vastness of the sky and the earth.

The Emperor of Spring and Autumn is so handsome, and Xianyou Avenue is so cool! When the demon king saw that the sword tip deviated from the thunder pool, he understood the little tricks of Canjian and Moqiu, so he relaxed his vigilance. After all, with his ability as a demon king, even if there are some small twists and turns, it is nothing to him, and he can handle it easily. He knows how powerful he is. Facing such a dangerous situation, he is full of confidence and feels that any threat can be easily resolved. Under the sword tip, he seemed to see the shadow of his own power, which is a kind of confidence beyond the mortal world and absolute trust in his own strength.

As he exclaimed, the Red Dust Talisman became overwhelming. There were countless illusions in the sky, including mountains, water, animals, and countless sentient beings. The power and avenue of the human world filled the entire Thunder Mountain, blocking the sword abruptly and causing it to slowly disappear, as if it had merged into the world, leaving no trace. The illusions of the Red Dust Talisman were like vivid paintings. The demon king looked at them, and every stroke was full of power and beauty, making people intoxicated in this endless illusion.

At this time, Lei Gong arrived. Although he was a little surprised by the scene in front of him, he was still thinking about the pass in his heart. He knew that he could not waste time. Although he could not use the Zhoutian realm, he still gritted his teeth and broke it. He wanted to become the ancient thunder god even if he was seriously injured. He narrowed his eyes and punched the waist of the giant sword. Lei Gong's fist was like thunder, and the power of thunder condensed on his fist, as if to turn everything that blocked his way into ashes.

Click~

Although the giant sword was powerful, it was still broken by the thunder power. However, the thunder power was also backfired. The Qi was disordered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The essence was lost and fell on the sword and was swallowed up by it. Although the giant sword was broken, its power seemed to be stronger, as if it had stimulated a deeper power, swallowed up the essence of the thunder power, and became more ferocious.

Although the giant sword was broken into two pieces, its power increased by 10%, and it instantly turned blood red, like a bloodthirsty demon. With one swing, Lei Gong was almost seriously injured again. After Lei Gong dodged, he regretted it so much, knowing that it would be better to let the old man do it himself. Although it was slower, it was better than being implicated. Lei Gong's regret was like a flash of lightning passing through his heart. He realized that his recklessness might be the bait of this power.

Now the sword is sharp and bloodthirsty, and the Red Dust Talisman is swallowed by it. The power of the human world slowly seeps into the two halves of the blood-red giant sword, making its power even stronger, as if it is the master of this world.

When Luo Hongchen saw that something was not right, he immediately recalled the Red Dust Talisman and went forward in person. He used the power of the Great Emperor to forcibly block the two broken swords, then turned his head abruptly: "Yijian Guhan, you are Mo Wenjian!!"

This sound made everyone present look at him.

No wonder he is so strong. Three hundred years ago, he was one of the three famous swordsmen of the Hidden Sword Sect. He was ranked third, but he was the strongest. He traveled the world with the name of a sword, and everyone knew him. His sword, like his name, was aloof and cold, as if it could pierce through all hypocrisy and lies.

They have three brothers. The eldest, Xie Qingshan, looks down upon the dust and smoke, and practices the ruthless way of heaven. Influenced by their master, the supreme sword master Bo Liangzi, the three brothers have cold personalities, with the eldest being the worst. However, he forgot that Tai Shang Wang Qing is not ruthless, but that one does not have to stick to the so-called big or small emotions, but just follows one's heart and asks the sky for the way with great emotions. As a result, his practice fell behind and it was difficult for him to make any progress.

The second brother, Cui Baifa, is different from him. Although he is also indifferent, his boundless love allows him to go further. However, he is more focused on his own way and is somewhat dull about worldly affairs, which has deviated from the essence of Taoism. Therefore, he is slightly lacking in handling his state of mind, and his realm has stagnated.

Bo Liangzi had tried to persuade them many times, but the two brothers were obsessed with their beliefs and preaching alone was of no avail, so he had to let them develop, hoping that they could understand the true meaning of the world in the mortal world, and then be educated from it, and then get a glimpse of the appearance of the great Dao. However, he did not expect that a catastrophe would suddenly strike three hundred years ago, and the Jianyin Sect was tragically destroyed, with Xie Qingshan and Cui Baifa dying in it.

Everyone thought that the three swords of heaven, earth and man had died, but they didn't expect that the third sword, Gu Han Mo Wen Jian, had survived. He was the only one who showed up today during the catastrophe. Luo Hongchen looked at him and recalled the time when they first met and learned from each other about the ways of the world. It seemed like it was just yesterday, and his eyes were full of disbelief. Luo Hongchen was shocked and confused. He couldn't believe that the former sword genius had actually survived the catastrophe.

A trace of doubt flashed across the demon king's eyes, and at the same time, something in the past seemed to have touched him, and his body couldn't help but move. The demon king seemed to have awakened a dusty memory in his heart, a long-lost feeling that made him fall into deep thought.

Ah Li was standing next to him, so she naturally felt it, but she was very kind-hearted and knew that now was not the time to ask questions, so she pretended that nothing was wrong and just stared at Mo Wenjian without saying a word. Ah Li's calmness and composure allowed her to remain sober in this chaotic scene.

Zhuang Mo nodded in understanding, looked at the demon king, then looked at Mo Wenjian, smiled and walked to the side, at the same time, he gathered all the strength in his body, retracted the three-meter barrier into his body, shook his sleeves, and looked up at Lei Gong. Zhuang Mo's actions seemed to tell everyone that the battle was over and it was time for everything to return to peace.

Lei Gong seemed to sense something. Seeing Zhuang Mo nod, it seemed that he was told to heal his wounds without any worries. He knew that nothing serious was happening, so he nodded in response and retreated to the Immortal Absolute Array with a stream of light. Lei Gong's retreat was like a gust of wind, silent and silent, but it made people feel inexplicably relieved.

At this time, Mo Wenjian said softly: "Since you recognized me, there is no need for me to stay any longer. Old friend, we will never meet again."

The sword swung violently, and the power in the sky pressed Luo Hongchen so hard that he could not move. He could only watch as Mo Wenjian turned and shook, turning into a sharp force and leaving. The sharp force was like lightning, cutting through the sky, with endless power, as if to tear the whole world apart.

"and many more!"

"Don't go!"

In front was Luo Hongchen's shout, and behind was a voice from the sky. The voice was like the sound of nature, melodious and profound, as if it came from another world, which made people feel awe.

A beam of black light, like a stairway to heaven under the bright moon, slowly descended but arrived in the blink of an eye. The power of black light was like a beam of light, descending from the sky, carrying with it endless majesty and power.

The sharp power retreated as soon as it was touched, and Mo Wenjian was forced to turn around. Before he could leave Leiming Mountain, the white Xuan Ling that covered the sky fell down. The power of Xuan Ling was like a huge wave, overwhelming and irresistible.

When they came into contact again, the sword energy of Mo Wenjian swept, and Xuan Ling swung back and landed in the hands of a woman. The woman was dressed in aqua blue, and looked like a fairy. The light flowed slowly all over her body, and the wide sleeves set off her beautiful face. Even Ah Li felt inferior when he saw her.

"Haha, Old Man Bai didn't come himself, but asked you, girl, to come." Luo Hongchen recognized at a glance that the person who came was Fairy Ji Yao, the owner of the Yaochi Fairyland in West Kunlun.

Before, they both went to Cangyun Sect to pay respects to the mountain. Before Luo Hongchen's business was finished, Fairy Ji Yao came with people. They were originally doing something, but suddenly heard Bai Xide come back to report, and understood that the situation in Leiming Mountain was urgent. Luo Hongchen arrived first. He didn't expect Ji Yao to come. He thought that the talisman sent the message just now, and it should be Bai Qianyi who came in person. But he didn't expect Fairy Ji Yao to care about the pass, put aside her own business this time, and followed Luo Hongchen and rushed directly to Leiming.

"Old man, you're joking. Ji Yao originally wanted to come along, but unfortunately my cultivation is not good enough, so I was delayed for so long." As soon as Fairy Ji Yao finished speaking, she landed at the Xian Jue formation. She and Long Tiexin nodded to each other and waved her sleeves. The power of Taiyin surged into Lei Gong's body endlessly. The warm feeling immediately healed Lei Gong's injuries a lot.

Lei Gong opened his eyes and nodded slightly to Ji Yao as a greeting. Ji Yao waved her hand, indicating that there was no need to say more. Then she used the power of Taiyin and the Yao Chi fairy method to continue helping Lei Gong heal his wounds.

At this time, Mo Wenjian had already raised his hand to recall the two broken swords. Luo Hongchen's body lightened and slowly floated down. He landed on the ground lightly like a feather, staring at Mo Wenjian without blinking: "You survived the disaster when your meridians were broken, why did you join the Han Sect? How did you recover your cultivation?"

His words were full of disbelief. They had known each other in their early years, and Luo Hongchen admired him very much. Although Mo Wenjian was not an emperor, his knowledge of cultivation was not inferior to others, and was even better. He had unique insights into the ways of the world. He was a true combination of the three cultivations of heaven, earth and man. He was much stronger than his two senior brothers, so Luo Hongchen had a good relationship with him.

But he didn't expect that in the early years, due to some reasons, Mo Wenjian was plotted against at the peak of his power, and all his meridians were broken, and his Purple Palace True Qi and Divine Palace Primordial Spirit were also destroyed. If Bo Liangzi had not arrived in time and the Emperor Changsheng had not been nearby, Mo Wenjian would have died long ago.

After being resurrected, Mo Wenjian's personality changed drastically, and he stayed in the ancestral temple without going out. When Luo Hongchen heard about this, thinking of their friendship, he wanted to visit him. Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived, the Jianyin Sect was slaughtered...

Overnight, the Sword Hidden Sect was completely destroyed, and none of the more than 2,700 disciples survived. The ruins of the mountain were covered with broken flesh, and the broken walls were filled with blood. The leader of the righteous path for eight hundred years was wiped out. The tragic scene was like hell on earth, and it was unbearable to look at.

Luo Hongchen was heartbroken, thinking of his old friend going away, and vented his hatred in the Jiazi Battle. Countless disciples of the Poor Sect died in his hands, and countless accomplices of the evil sect were eliminated by him. Even the prisoner who was the leader of the Poor Sect was injured by him, Luo Hongchen, and the three emperors. He also used a human force to break the purple palace of the prisoner, and he died as a result.

However, even though he had hatred, he got it vented. But now he saw his old friend coming back to life and joining the enemy side. Luo Hongchen didn't know what he felt.

Mo Wenjian said nothing, just looked at Luo Hongchen. There was anger and disbelief in his eyes, as well as a hint of hidden hatred, and the resentment that could not be hidden in the heart of his old friend.