But ask the people

Yongqing 12 years.

The branches and leaves are luxuriant, covering the eyes and ears.

Most of the roads in the villages and towns and markets that passed by were deserted. The scorching temperature made these ordinary people reluctant to go out, not to mention, under the blessing of the magic sacrifice.

So the group of people walked very smoothly, bypassing the Qiongyu forest in front of them, and arrived at where they were going, a palace that covered the sky and the sun was a hundred feet away.

Crowds gather.

Six years ago, following the news that Jiang Yi was retreating again, Shen Chaosheng resolutely led the Shen family to break with the remaining three families, built Chaomu Palace, recruited talents from all over the world, and fought against various sects for several years.

Today's various factions are gathering one after another, changing from the endless fighting in the past, and even gathering here has not been announced to the world.

It can be seen that they really want to kill that monster.

The breeze was floating, and some people landed at the junction of the camps divided by various factions. There were many invited to participate in the battle. Most of them were dressed in strange clothes and their strength was immeasurable. According to the regulations, they should avoid meeting with various sects. After all, most of these people are sects. .

"If you're not mistaken, it's her."

"How did she appear here..."

Beads of sweat rolled down some monks' foreheads. Amidst the noisy discussion, their eyes were silent. They pretended not to care, and glanced at the same place from time to time.

Under a hundred-year-old spiritual tree, leaning against a person.

At first glance, she closed her eyes and rested, holding a sword in her arms, like a sword repairman.

At a second glance, she has high hair and a sober look. She is dressed in a sword trial suit, the white is crescent white, and the skirt is aqua blue, and there are sword flowers embroidered on her chest. The sword in her arms exudes high-grade coercion.

No one around her dared to approach her, and no one dared to approach her disrespectfully.

Just relying on a sword to try out the uniform and the breath of the sword in her arms that has defeated countless people, everyone around her has already known her identity.

She didn't want to hide her identity deliberately.

The cicadas chirped.

Suddenly there was the sound of the zither, and all the disciples were shocked. They looked around, and finally settled on the palace in the distance. It was a huge palace with eaves stretching out on both sides. The legendary Chaomu Palace.

The sound of the zither is continuous, the sound is like flowing water, and the tune is extraordinary.

Those casual cultivators who came here for the name were a little dazed, and they had no time to react, and they were about to lose their grip on the sword in their hands. Only a few of them were still sober, and they stripped themselves from it, but they also retreated a few steps in a row at a loss.

"It's the magic sound, everyone, close your five senses!"

The person who made the sound had herbs embroidered on his clothes, he was a disciple of Qiongyimen, and he had a scarlet jade badge on his waist, showing an extraordinary status.

Everyone's heart was beating like a drum, and they did as they said, but there was still a lingering sound in their hearts, so they had to widen their eyes and tremblingly ask their own sect for help.

The patriarchs of various sects sacrificed magical artifacts one after another to protect one side's safety, but those casual cultivators who claimed to be righteous had no idea, not all of them had high-grade artifacts, and ran around in a panic.

They didn't see that Jiang Yi was still leaning against the tree, his eyes were not open, he didn't see any joy or anger, and the commotion caused by the panic around him seemed to have nothing to do with her.

She silently felt the music that touched her consciousness, her perception of the repulsion of the devil energy, and the contradictory intimacy of the devil energy to her.

did not do anything.

Suddenly the wind blows and the cicadas sing.

Everyone present was enveloped in the blue barrier, there was no noise in their minds, and their eyes were much clearer.

A group of people followed, and the girl in the front was Moyue, with brown braids behind her head and starry eyes. She was wearing a blue-gold imperial uniform, and her white boots were on the grass. Looking around, all the factions respected her With respect, they backed down one after another.

"Master Lu."

Xie Wufang led the people in the Jiyue hall behind him to express their opinions first. Although most of the disciples turned pale from being tortured by the magic sound, they didn't mind saluting the girl.

After Lu Mingxi heard it, she looked away and saluted, and the others reacted and saluted her one after another.

"Master Lu."

"Master Lu."

She is Lu Mingxi.

The leader of the Ming League Hall.

Three years ago, the plague of demons continued to flourish, Shen Chaosheng broke through another realm, unbeatable, and disasters continued to rise in the world, so Lu Mingxi built the Ming League Hall to fight against him.

As the six factions that Shen Chaosheng once praised as "a model of great joy", she naturally doubted that she was only close to double tenth, and even if she was the young master of the Changqing sect, she was just a so-called "tool", so she could not bear the heavy responsibility.

But she did it in the end.

She has always believed that on the high platform that no one can climb, she is the only point.

While circling with the factions, Lu Mingxi was distracted looking for the shadow he just glimpsed.

His starry eyes sparkled, and his calm gaze swept across the crowd. He was about to let go of the hand holding the sword tightly, but froze in place when he turned around.

Sword clothes and hair.

She saw ginger.

Lu Mingxi felt that the blood in his body seemed to be flowing upstream, becoming sluggish and full of absurd coolness, and the next moment it became scorching, and the noise seemed to burst through the blood vessels.

Ginger.

The details that others can't observe are vividly displayed here by Lu Mingxi, such as her tangled hair, knotted eyebrows, extremely long eyelashes, human-like pale expression, or the restrained anger in her eyes, when she speaks, The upturned eyes, and the thin lips that open and close.

Be specific.

"Leader?" The disciple of Mingmeng Hall who was standing beside her asked in confusion.

Subconsciously, she wanted to touch the blade of her left shoulder, but stopped.

too hot.

Lu Mingxi swallowed his throat calmly, turned his gaze back, and finally confirmed with the leaders that the plan was correct, turned around and was about to give an order, but was interrupted by a call, I don't know if she had expected it a long time ago, she stood where she was, without moving.

"Lu Mingxi."

Couldn't be more familiar.

Jiang Yuna's tone was a bit casual but maintained her usual cold tone. Lu Mingxi had heard it hundreds of times. She blinked tremblingly, her long eyelashes covered her expression, and took a deep breath. It took a long time before she seemed to be submissive. He lowered his head as if, not knowing why he was feeling lonely right now.

She had to answer.

"Yes."

The factions raised their voices, but they were not surprised.

At the beginning when Lu Mingxi paid homage to Changqing Gate, it was this person who personally sent him.

Compared with the inhumanity of today, Jiang Yi was full of righteousness at that time, and those who approached her could feel the intimacy of God's blessing all over her body, and she was worthy of the name of the chosen one.

That night, the lamps, lamps, and pearls outside the hall of the Changqing Gate were extraordinarily bright, comparable to the brilliance of the sky, and the wind blended their robes. The rest of the disciples stretched their necks curiously to look hard, and there were many who hadn't participated in the sudden test. Most of the venerables are curious about Jiang Yi, a young man.

Back then, Jiang Yi hadn't entered Changqing, so Jiang Zongyue took him with him. If it wasn't for the sect master's junior brother to stop him, even if they were desperate, they would have to bring this sword repair wizard to their own sect, and then move the sword of the world sword array Take it clean.

There were also people who paid attention to Lu Mingxi, this young man who was predicted by both Su and Hui, but was not famous.

When Lu Mingxi stood at the top of Mingmeng Hall, they realized that it was Jiang and Shen who protected her very well.

Jiang Yi bowed deeply to the head of the sect, Gu Liansheng, polite and respectful, and only said six words.

"Waiting to pay homage to the head."

Lu Mingxi secretly clenched the corner of Jiang Yi's clothes, as if unwilling to separate, but when the head called her over, he didn't hesitate at all.

And in these ten or so books, except for that one sentence, Jiang Yi didn't give half a word of instructions.

Lu Mingxi couldn't see the way Jiang Yi looked at her back then, and he was glad that she might still have pity for her, maybe it was her only hope during that time.

But now when she finally stood opposite her, she could clearly see Jiang Yi's expression.

Not the slightest bit of reluctance.

Not last night.

Jiang Yi slowly opened his eyes after feeling his eyes move away from him.

A pair of light black eyes locked onto Lu Mingxi in the crowd, and after she discussed with the factions, she cut off her order.

"Why did today's matter come?"

Lu Mingxi's eyes flickered when she heard this question, but she knew that she could only move left and right to avoid fighting with this living weapon, so she replied: "Destroy the magic palace and rescue everyone."

Jiang Yi interrupted her and said four words: "Not detailed enough."

Lu Mingxi understood it, but insisted on avoiding it: "Return the dawn, block the Xuanhe."

"More details."

The moment Jiang Yi opened her mouth, the coercion from herself came in an instant. No one knew when Jiang Yi learned the trick of using cultivation to force people to confess.

Lu Mingxi paused, knowing that there was no solution, he raised his eyes to meet hers, and said word by word: "Slay, Shen Chaosheng."

"I will never die."

Before the words fell, everyone felt a gust of wind, followed by the clang of swords colliding.

Although Lu Mingxi had been on guard for a long time, he was still suppressed by Jiang Yi and couldn't move.

She is holding on.

In the next second, the ordinary sword in his hand was broken into several pieces. Lu Mingxi gritted his teeth, turned sideways to avoid her moves, and retreated several steps, but he still didn't call out his spiritual knowledge sword. Helping, but they were deliberately separated by a very long distance, Lu Mingxi scolded them to retreat, even if it was not for them, it was for the killing formation that was about to be set up.

The wind blows the grass.

As soon as Lu Mingxi jumped away, the exit was cut off and shattered by the sword energy, and the teleportation array that went up the ladder and ten thousand realms turned to the northwest corner of Qiongyu Forest and passed the stone gate. Lu Mingxi gritted his teeth and leaned his back against the wall. After making up his mind, he said to himself: "Return to life!"

When she read out these two characters, Jiang Yi also called the Heaven Breaking Formation.

Immediately, within a hundred feet, the ground roared and the earth was turned upside down.

In Chaomu Hall, some people also felt the vibration of spiritual energy, and slowly opened their eyes.

……

Lu Mingxi grabbed a hand, but the Spiritual Consciousness Sword she expected didn't appear in her hand. Lu Mingxi panicked immediately, the sword flashed, and Jiang Yi attacked with the sword, which was even more ruthless than before, so she had to roll to avoid it At the same moment, all the walls behind her collapsed and dust flew.

Lu Mingxi stabilized his mind, his fingertips turned white under his sleeves, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he shouted: "Return to life!"

This appeal finally worked, and Lu Mingxi held a purple sword tightly in his hand, blocking Jiang Yi's oncoming sword move.

Lu Mingxi swung back to life, and didn't give in, he used the sword formation he learned back then.

Jiang Yi cracked them one by one, without giving her a chance to breathe, and her ruthless tricks seemed to tell Lu Mingxi that she could only stay here today.

Lu Mingxi felt unwilling, but he might not lose, he twisted his fingers several times, unable to swallow the words in his voice, finally heaved a sigh of relief, and took the opportunity to look up at Jiang Yun.

"Sister, did you really kill me cruelly, for the sake of that person who is sitting in Chaomu Hall?"