Fengyunlu

Lingyan Pavilion's weapon-refining skills are world-famous. When it comes to weapon-refining skills, Daxueshan is second to none. Who dares to claim to be first? Even the Great Emperor Sect has to admit defeat. She is the daughter of the old Pavilion Master of Lingyan Pavilion, so she is naturally confident about this.

This is indeed the case. Feng Wanlin used the Great Wind Art to take the Snow Night Flying Eagle Spear from the world, and then used the magic pot to fill the cauldron to fuse the spear with his own blood and blood, refining the immortal opportunity in it. This is something that others dare not even think about, because without the hope of Cang Xuan, the immortal opportunity cannot be touched at all, let alone changed.

The Great Wind Art is a school of its own, and it can even compete with the power of the Great Temple, let alone the opportunity of the immortals. Moreover, Feng Wanlin also cleverly used the main body of the Tongtian Lu Shenhu Pian. Although it is only a fragment, it is a great divine weapon after all, and it is not comparable to any random Nine Heavens Divine Weapon. Therefore, although the Snow Night Flying Eagle Spear is very powerful, it was finally subdued by him.

But Ling Xuan'er didn't know this. She only felt that Feng Wanlin was unfathomable and began to hesitate about her previous decision. After all, who would be willing to go to a desperate situation as long as there was a way out? Unless one's heart was dead.

Obviously, Ling Xuan'er is not such a person. She has concerns in her heart and many unfulfilled wishes. The reason why she was so determined before was because of the knot in her heart. After weighing the pros and cons, she felt that instead of suffering together, it would be better to sacrifice herself and give another person hope. This is her deepest sense of responsibility as the eldest sister.

Fortunately, Mo Wenjian's words gave her an idea: "From what you said, this man is Bai Qianyi's son-in-law, and he has a son with an innate spirit, but why have I never heard of Fengshabao? Who is this man's master, and where did he learn his skills from? It's not easy to be able to transform a weapon into a true spirit."

When she asked this, Mo Wenjian shook his head, and Fairy Ji Yao also sighed secretly. Finally, Luo Hongchen took over the conversation: "That kid Feng is a genius. I only taught him some basic Taoist techniques. The rest was figured out by himself. Even the techniques were created by him."

"He is your disciple?" Ling Xuan'er's eyes lit up, and she was shocked. According to Luo Hongchen, Feng Wanlin only comprehended some immortal ways, and he was able to create a top-notch magical skill that shocked the world. Although there were accidental opportunities and some careful arrangements, it cannot be denied that Feng Wanlin's comprehension is high. First of all, you have to have that talent, so that others will value you.

Luo Hongchen blushed: "I took advantage of the teacher and accepted him as a nominal disciple, but when compared to him, I am ashamed of myself."

"Given your personality, what happened back then?" Ling Xuaner understood that given Luo Hongchen's character, he would rather suffer than hesitate to have such a disciple. Now his disciple is gone, and he was robbed three years ago. The most likely possibility was that he, as a master, was bound by something, otherwise he would not be sighing here.

Luo Hongchen was stunned for a moment, then sighed softly: "Alas~ In my life, I have never been able to catch up with anything. Those who should come don't come, and those who should leave don't leave. Now my apprentice has been harmed, and I, as his master, can't even avenge him. I can't even save his son. What kind of righteousness can I still talk about? It's really ridiculous, haha..."

His words were full of helplessness and self-blame, as if he was deeply reflecting on his own powerlessness throughout his life. He smiled bitterly, mocking himself for his incompetence throughout his life, but Ling Xuaner knew the difficulties he was carrying, but he had a strong personality, so if he didn't say anything, she wouldn't ask any more questions.

At this time, Mo Wenjian interrupted again: "Everyone has his own destiny. He gave all his luck in his life to his son, but took away half of his life's suffering. As a master, you should understand this change of fate. This was his own choice at the beginning, and no one can change it. Just like Bai Qianyi knew this truth at the beginning, he was helpless and could not change everything. If he went to protect the way three years ago, even if someone secretly attacked, he and Jiuyou joined forces, then Feng Wanlin would be safe. But this is the fate of him and his wife. He can't change the outcome if he goes, and he will be calculated by others, delaying the result of his forbearance all these years."

Mo Wenjian's words were full of helplessness towards fate and sympathy for Luo Hongchen. He tried to make Luo Hongchen understand that everyone's fate is determined by themselves, and even close people cannot change it.

"Forget it, it's useless to say all this. There is no such thing as destiny. It's all just self-deceiving consolation." Luo Hongchen suddenly let out a long sigh, his eyes flickering, staring straight at Mo Wenjian, as if he had made some decision in an instant.

His eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, as if he was ready to face everything. Mo Wenjian nodded. He knew that Luo Hongchen did not believe in fate, so he did not say anything more at this moment. He just turned his head to look at Fairy Ji Yao, his eyes flashed a few times, and finally looked at Ling Xuaner.

Ling Xuaner also turned to look at Fairy Ji Yao. She understood the meaning of Luo Hongchen's words and guessed some of his thoughts. So she made some decisions silently and waited for Fairy Ji Yao's next move.

Fairy Ji Yao also understood the direction of some things at this time. The three people opposite her were all elders. Although there was a past, the situation was complicated now and it was time to resolve it. In addition, the Acacia Sword Formation had been opened for a long time, and they had talked enough just now. Talking further would only increase the sadness. It would be better to end it early, quickly resolve the matters outside the formation, and then plan the layout in secret.

“Senior is now in the body of a weapon spirit, please enter the magic weapon. Ji Yao will collect the formation and end this matter. I will take you to the Yaochi to nourish your spirit so that you can resolve the dual souls in the future.” After Fairy Ji Yao finished speaking, she moved, handed the Red Makeup Sword forward, and looked at the lantern expectantly.

Ling Xuaner nodded, looked at Luo Hongchen deeply, pulled the big red lantern in front of him, stretched out a hand along the gap on the top, took out a slightly warm hairpin from the lantern, gently rolled up her messy long hair, then shook her wide sleeves, turned into a ball of red light, and plunged into the lantern.

The lantern instantly melted into a tiny dot of light, swayed left and right a few times, and then with a whoosh, it went straight into the Red Makeup Sword.

Immediately afterwards, Fairy Ji Yao moved, and the Longhan Tribulation that she had previously cast was instantly recalled from the Acacia Sword Formation. She fluttered her white phoenix wings, and then she plunged into the Red Makeup Sword and disappeared without a trace.

At this time, Fairy Ji Yao held the sword horizontally and cut three fingers. A few drops of blood seeped out one after another and merged into the Red Makeup Sword. A red light enveloped her body, and then gradually dissipated and gathered into her body.

At this moment, when the magic weapon was temporarily asked to recognize its master, the black silk that had emerged from the water like a white dragon just floated back, and it entangled the Red Makeup Sword with a whoosh. The sword disappeared after being rolled up by it, and along with it, the Acacia Sword Formation that had been forced open before and trapped the three people disappeared.

"teacher!!!"

Suddenly, a loud shout pierced the sky, and the Martial Saint Jiang He rushed out like an arrow from a bow. Before the sound landed, Luo Hongchen had already made his move. His movements were as fast as lightning, as if he had known that this moment would come long ago, without the slightest hesitation or delay.

Since Jiang He appeared, the two factions at the edge of the thunder pool had not taken the initiative to attack. They were all waiting there, waiting to see the final result of the Acacia Sword Formation. It was not until the sword formation was withdrawn and Luo Hongchen took action that the two sides began to move. Their eyes were full of anticipation and tension, as if they were waiting for a fateful battle.

Luo Hongchen flashed and raised his hand. The red cloth wrapped around his wrist was exactly the one that the Martial Saint Jianghe had thrown into the sword formation. Now it had a traction force that echoed with the misty power of the mortal world, which seemed to have an unexpected effect. The red cloth fluttered in the air, as if carrying a mysterious power that made people unable to help but take a second look.

The true essence of the power of the mortal world instantly rolled up, like a piece of cloth covering the sky, pulling open the curtain that blocked the clouds in the sky, and then the four corners turned downward, and every point blended with the spiritual energy around Leiming Mountain. A sense of turbulence came, and the top of Leiming Mountain had become a cage of the mortal world, wrapping up both factions. Even the people from the poor family couldn't retreat. The power of the mortal world was like an invisible net, covering everyone in it, leaving them nowhere to escape.

"You can't keep me." Mo Wenjian spoke calmly, his face expressionless. He slowly raised his right hand, and the Changli Sword in his hand began to emit a hazy light. The light was full of an unstoppable force, and also a trace of loneliness and coldness, as if there was nothing in the world that could make him linger. The world was right beside him, but he couldn't get close. His eyes were firm and indifferent, as if he had seen through the prosperity and vanity of the world.

As he raised his right hand, the top of Thunder Mountain filled with the power of the mortal world seemed to be getting colder and colder. Even the power of the mortal world around him was constantly pushing outward. The gap of ten feet turned into several feet in a blink of an eye, and it was still expanding, gradually extending to the side of the cold sect. Soon, it had covered dozens of feet in size, including the few hundred people left in the cold sect, including the disciples of Beichen Palace. The power of the mortal world was like an invisible storm, sweeping everyone into it, making it irresistible.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Luo Hongchen replied indifferently, his face expressionless, his scruffy beard twitching slightly, not afraid of the sharp edge of Mo Wenjian, he flew up directly, his hands wrapped in true energy, and slapped the top of Mo Wenjian's head with one palm. His movements were swift and powerful, as if he wanted to defeat all the forces that stood in his way.

Without saying a word, Mo Wenjian raised his hand and thrust his sword towards his palm, breaking through the true essence. With a clang, the two swords collided, and the aftermath shook like ripples on the water, sweeping across the entire top of Leiming Mountain. The disciples with low cultivation were almost knocked down by the blue-green halo, and masters like Chunming Pavilion had to wave their hands and use their true essence to stabilize their bodies. The aftermath of the battle was like a storm, making everyone feel its power.

After a long while, the residual power dissipated, and the Thunder Mountain was calm. Luo Hongchen and Mo Wenjian were facing each other. After a stalemate, the two exchanged moves. Mo Wenjian leaped up and stabbed with a cold light in his hand. Luo Hongchen dodged the sharp edge and shot a light spot with one finger, heading straight for Mo Wenjian's heart. Their movements were as fast as lightning, dazzling, as if they were fighting a life-and-death contest.

Mo Wenjian soared into the sky, and he was already a hundred feet high. The light spot in the clouds was chasing him closely. Mo Wenjian's eyes moved, and the Changli Sword in his hand trembled violently. The single magic weapon instantly transformed into thousands, and one of them broke through the light spot and rushed straight to Luo Hongchen. The rest of the thousands of swords had the intention of not blocking the cold light, and they were interspersed vertically and horizontally among the disciples of the Thunderbolt Hall. The sword energy was like rain, as if to cut off all the forces blocking the way.

Whoosh~whoosh~whoosh~whoosh~whoosh...

Countless sword energies intersected the Thundering Mountain. Mo Wenjian moved his body and slashed through the clouds at the disciples of the Poor Sect. The Changli Sword blocked the view and seemed to include the disciples of the Poor Sect. What was even more surprising was that, led by Mo Wenjian's sight, wherever his Changli Sword passed, all the disciples of the Poor Sect, except for the masters such as the Demon King, A Li, and the four brothers of Chunming Pavilion of Beichen Palace, turned into streams of light and disappeared directly on the top of Thundering Mountain. This scene shocked people, as if they had witnessed a miracle.

Seeing this, the demon king cat demon nodded and said: "Brother Canjian is ready to leave now, I will not keep you any longer."

After saying that, he turned around and clasped his fists gently towards Lei Gong who was recovering in the Immortal Absolute Array, with a slight smile on his face, indicating that he had come here this time and was leaving now. Then, regardless of whether Lei Gong responded or not, he directly pulled A Li over, looked at Zhuang Mo again, swung his sleeves to the left and right, and pointed at the sky. His movements were natural and natural, as if everything was under control.

It was like a golden beam of light that could penetrate everything, bursting out from the fingertips, pointing directly to the far north and east, tearing the Mortal Prison that Luo Hongchen had set up before to pieces. Although Mortal's power was strong enough to block all attacks, it was completely powerless in the face of the fatal blow of the demon king.

At the same time, led by the Demon King, A Li, Zhuang Mo, Taoist Xue Ya and other friends from the Fairy Demon Hall, as well as Chunming Pavilion, Xia Tianchang, Qiu Lingjin and Dong Xuegui, the four brothers from the Beichen Palace, plus the poor disciples who had gathered in the sky where sword energy was flying, and the Mo Wen Sword lurking in the Changli Sword, this large group of invaders from the Thunder Mountain, under the thundering blow of the Demon King, all turned into streams of light and fled along the torn hole.

When the group began to act, Lei Gong stood in the Immortal Absolute Array and glanced at Fairy Ji Yao from a distance. He noticed that her eyes moved slightly, as if she was conveying some information, but it was not convenient to talk about it in detail now. Lei Gong knew that something big must have happened in the Acacia Sword Array. Even the Spring and Autumn Emperor Luo Hongchen had to play such a drama. It seemed that there was a lot of water in it. However, he was still thinking about the treasure that Mo Qiu took away, because it was related to the major events of the Thunderbolt Hall Sect and the will left by the ancestors. He wanted to stop it quickly.

However, just as he was about to mobilize the power of thunder and prepare for action, Luo Hongchen's old voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Little Lei Gong, don't worry, I will tell you in detail later."

pop~

A bolt of lightning was about to rise, but it immediately extinguished. The thunder power dispersed the thunder power that gathered around him involuntarily, and he did not chase after it. He just symbolically operated the Immortal Absolute Array, attracting many purple thunders, which came straight down from the clouds and shot at the demon king and his men.

However, at this unexpected moment, Mo Wenjian turned around and swung his sword, intending to smash all the thunderbolts to pieces, but was suddenly easily blocked by someone. Who is this person, and how could he block Mo Wenjian's attack so easily? All of this is full of unknowns and mysteries.