The world's first fairy gate

Moon shadow, flying flowers, falling snow, when people describe Shenxiao's sword, they seem to be extremely romantic images, not like talking about weapons, but like poetry.

But since he ascended to the seat of Immortal Throne, he has seldom fought with others drippingly.

He has collected all the fortitude he had when he was young, smiling at people all the year round, forcing himself to learn scheming, and maintain the posture of sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai.

So that when the sword is drawn again, it always hides the front.

The sword is not afraid of the opponent, the sword is tempered from the fire and the whet iron, the braver the opponent, the sharper the sword.

But people are afraid that people are not as good as things. People will rot and decay, and it is impossible to be full of determination forever. When the blood cools down, the sword will become clumsy.

Facing Zhou Tunji at this time, he had to admit that he had wronged the sword for a long time.

boom--

The dome of the altar shattered into slag with a bang, the thick ice around it cracked like a spider web, gravel and dust flew around, and two pairs of sharp eyebrows met.

The two sides collided, and no one avoided it. At the moment when the soldiers met, the big and small bells hanging from the top hummed in unison, making people's eyes blur.

Xue Guangjian's moves merged into one piece, making people dazzled. Others couldn't keep up with the speed of their moves, so they could only panic and stare in amazement.

Zhou Tunji caught Yunfang's sword with his fleshy palm, and his true energy poured in along with the sharp sword. He slammed back fiercely with cold brows and eyes. Without a pause, Yunfang sent out ten thousand icicles with his backhand, and Zhou Tunji pushed his palm to press out the waves of the river and sea, and the two sides faced each other, making a loud bang.

At that time, there were many phantoms, like thousands of armies and horses confronting each other, and gold and stone were all turned into powder, flying all over the sky.

Indeed, as Zhou Tunji said, he controls the order in the world, and it is difficult for Yunfang to be his enemy.

Countless icicles were overwhelmed by the water waves and turned into blades in the hands of the enemy. Yunfang's chest was agitated under the pressure, his throat was fishy and sweet, and he took a step back.

A smug look appeared on Zhou Tunji's lips.

But at that moment, his pupils constricted suddenly, and he saw Yun Fang rushing towards him with a sword in his hand, stabbing out a brilliant white sword light.

Without any tricks, without infusing true energy, and without blessing charms, it was just a sword.

But he found that he couldn't stop the sword no matter what.

For the first time, fear rose in the heart of the emperor who had mastered the order of the entire country, and subconsciously dodged backwards.

As Zhou Tun jumped up to avoid it, a hole was pierced in his shoulder clothes, and a piece of cloth was nailed to the ice wall.

His eyes widened wildly.

At that moment, no one moved, and the surroundings seemed to be still, leaving only this scene alive.

Then, the piece of cloth shattered into dust.

Holding the sword in hand, Yun Fang took a step forward, "Your Majesty, you have lost."

Zhou Tunji's face was gloomy and uncertain, and the clothes on his shoulders were repaired immediately, but it could not conceal the fact that he was indeed stabbed by a sword.

He did lose, and he was incomparable in both martial arts and Taoism.

The avenue has countless incomparably mysterious meanings, which can mobilize the four seasons and order, and can summon wind, thunder, rain, snow and electricity.

But even a sharp blade that is not afraid of severe cold, water and fire can't be melted away.

Rootless and fearless, nothing can stop him.

but--

Wang Ding was spinning slowly at first, but now he accelerated suddenly and flew straight to his side, as if to escort him.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Tunji's eyes flashed, and his gaze was fixed on Yunfang's face, revealing a gloomy expression.

Yun Fang said coldly: "I asked His Majesty how to contact Wang Ding, but His Majesty dared not answer. He couldn't beat me, and he wanted to use Wang Ding to play tricks. You are the most shameless person I have ever known in my life. You deserve it."

Without further ado, Zhou Tunji raised his hand, and Wang Ding slammed into Yunfang blatantly.

Yun Fang dodged and dodged, and between the thumping and thumping, his arm was scratched, his skin was ripped open, and his bones almost melted.

Zhou Tunji said viciously: "I can't beat you, so what?"

Yun Fang only took one look at Wang Ding, and let Wang Ding hit him, even the air was twisted by the scorching heat, but he remained motionless, his eyes far away: "Don't you understand, you have never been my opponent."

Zhou Tunji frowned.

Yun Fang only looked at Wang Ding who was rushing towards him, and seemed to see the happy and carefree years in the mountains, the famous name and footprints he left in Kyushu, and the books and paintings in the Immortal Pavilion.

His sword, from fledgling to fledgling, to showing its sharpness, to hiding its sharpness and showing its clumsiness, and finally it is still unstoppable.

He laughed and didn't feel sorry for his sword.

So he closed his eyes and let the flames burn.

His opponent has never been anyone else, only fate.

Zhou Tunji should have felt happy. His many years of planning were realized in this way. The Fuxi bone was refined for Wang Ding, and he was able to continue to sit on the Nine Ding and control the world.

But when he saw Yunfang's indifferent expression, his heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition wound up from his feet like a poisonous snake.

His thoughts changed: No, what did he ignore?

He knew that Zixiaoshan had never been a flattering person, and he also knew that Ren Xianzuo had a rebellious temperament, and he was never a person who would be caught at the trial.

So what is he going to do?

In a flash, his thoughts turned thousands of times, trying to clear up the places he missed, but it was clear that there was no plan... What is it?what is it ?

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of the scene by the altar from the corner of his eye, and a knife slashed fiercely at his entangled thoughts.

Zhou Tunji's eyes became serious, and he rushed over immediately.

Zhou Hong hit the little emperor on the back of the neck with a hand knife, and then a dagger appeared from his cuff, and stabbed him quickly.

Zhou Tunji roared, "Stop!"

Zhou Hong's movements froze, the tip of the knife touched the hard ice, and the handle he was holding was as hot as if it had just been fished out of the stove. After all, he was a mortal, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

He clenched his teeth, but couldn't push a bit.

But at that critical moment, a pair of palms with bulging veins pressed his hand, and stabbed it down fiercely!

puff--

A blood flower bloomed on the black dragon robe, and the true dragon emperor's blood spurted out like a small fountain.

Zhou Hong turned his head with difficulty, and met Xie Qiuhan's cold gaze.

At the same moment, Wang Ding stopped working with a click.

Xie Qiuhan raised his head, his eyes flashed, and he saw a faint black mark, which was firmly tied to Zhou Tunji's soul body. In every delicate and mysterious text, the direction of spiritual energy flow is changing.

With a flash of Xie Qiuhan's figure, he slashed at that line viciously with the saber in his hand!

Zhou Tunji's pupils constricted and he flew into a rage, "Dare you!"

Xie Qiuhan really let go, turned over in the air, sent out a palm, and hit Zhou Tunji's vest.

At the same time, Honglan and the others continued his previous effort, and all slashed towards the black line. The sky and the earth shook, and all the altars were destroyed. Under the joint force, the line finally collapsed into two halves.

Zhou Tunji was stunned, and without waiting for him to react, Xie Qiuhan's palm landed on him.

That palm simply carried the weight of the mountains below, and it directly smashed Zhou Tunji ten meters away, and the entire wall that hit it cracked a three-foot crack.

Zhou Tunji was dizzy, spit out a mouthful of blood, and lost contact with Wang Ding. He is still a top-level powerhouse, and years of high positions have worn away his cultivation. Knowing that he was invincible, he immediately turned over and pointed outward like a sharp arrow fly away.

Xie Qiuhan stretched out his hand to stop all those who were chasing him, and said in a low voice, "We don't deserve his life."

When Zhou Tunji was seriously injured, he was still able to see and hear. When he heard his words, something vaguely passed through his mind, but he couldn't catch it.

He didn't understand until he hit a solid wall with nowhere to go.

A general in armor has no tall horses, no sharp blades, even the armor is rusty and mottled, and his face is covered with weathered lines. He crossed the yellow sand and hell, carrying countless blood Here comes the hate.

There are endless empty armors in mid-air, black and faceless, only scattered armor, forming a human shape, filling the sky, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

Those armors clearly had no faces, but Zhou Tunji knew that they were all staring at him.

Holding the helmet, Bao Cheng took a step forward.

"Your Majesty, there are 28 soldiers in the Liewu Camp. They have gone and never returned. We need an explanation."

Zhou Tunji took a step back and bumped into a broken golden statue.

His parents opened their eyes and looked at him.

At the other end, a big black cauldron burst into flames like red flowers with a rustling sound, and the immortal in white quietly closed his eyes and sat in it, letting the flames burn one after another.

His thoughts and all his mana were used to resist this pain, and he couldn't separate himself from God to see the movement around him.

He only knew that all the traces of manpower repair on the Wang Ding were cleared, the Jiu Ding gradually cracked, and the primordial qi that was pressed in the ground rushed in, exacerbating the process.

But he didn't really repair it as the sage asked, but waited quietly, letting the nine cauldrons disintegrate, and letting the flames engulf him.

Golden lines kept slipping under his skin, and he heard the sound of cracking from the cracks in his bones. In fact, the fire did not hurt. He is a god, not afraid of severe cold, water and fire. Only these can be seen from every inch of his body. It was the lines drilled from the inside out that made him feel painful.

This is the idea left by Father God Pangu, and he couldn't bear the weight.

Even for Fuxi and Nuwa, if they want to nourish the way of heaven, they have to share half of each person, which is also the reason.

At this moment, Yunfang knew personally how heavy the things hanging on his bones were.

Hiss, this is not burned to death, but crushed to death.

He distracted himself and made a joke to himself, probably because the word "lifting weight as lightly" had an effect, he suddenly felt that the pressure around his body was relieved a lot.

But as soon as he thought about it, he cupped his face with both hands.

Yun Fang frowned and opened his eyes.

The knife-carved eyebrows and lacquered eyes are a face that he likes very much when he looks at it.

He almost lost his voice, "You..."

Xie Qiuhan: "I'm here to make trouble again."

Yun Fang felt that he was split in two by emotion, one side was maddened by him and wanted to grab his ear and scold him severely, but the other half was very glad that it was great to meet at this time, regardless of life or death.

These emotions were mixed together, making him speechless for a while.

Xie Qiuhan held his face, eyes focused and pious, "I don't want to make trouble, but I don't want to leave you alone."

One sentence calmed down all the emotions in his heart, only a little helplessness and love.

Just take it as farewell, he thought.

Xie Qiuhan asked in a low voice: "How did you persuade Zhou Hong to help?"

Yun Fang glanced at the state of the runes in the altar from the corner of his eye. There was only two sentences left, and Xiao Qiuhan was really not good at words, so he even asked such insignificant words at this time.

"I showed him what I've seen," Yunfang replied indulgently, "After I died, God led me to float for thousands of years, and I saw that there are no more cultivators in the world, no more belief in gods, and ordinary mortals Although there are still wars and hunger, after hundreds of years of changes, the hegemony has finally been abolished, the law is orderly, everyone is restrained, although there are still hidden dangers and disasters, but..."

"But it's much better than now, it's the way you want."

Yun Fang laughed, "Yes."

At the same time, Wang Ding spit out more flames unceremoniously, as if he wanted to include this extra unexpected guest into the roasting.

As a result, all Yunfang's thoughts were dried up, and in a hurry, he stretched out his hand and pulled Xie Qiuhan into his arms, blocking all the flames for him with his body.

With such a pull, Xie Qiuhan bumped into him, which made him feel even more piercing pain.

Regardless of the pain, he immediately let go of his hand and said eagerly, "Go!"

The sky was shaken, the entire altar was ignited by the fire, and the fire wall more than three feet high blocked everyone's sight.

Honglan was so anxious that she was about to rush in immediately, but Tianlong grabbed him, pointed to the golden words floating out of the altar, and shook her head.

This is not something they can interfere with.

Seeing that Xie Qiuhan refused to leave no matter what, Yunfang gritted his teeth and was about to slap him hard.

But that move didn't come to fruition, and Xie Qiuhan grabbed his wrist in mid-air.

Xie Qiuhan looked at him quietly, with fire in his eyes, he was angry at him for knocking himself out and throwing himself out of the game, this anger would drive him crazy, "Am I not worthy to die with you?"

Yunfang: "You—"

Xie Qiuhan kissed her regardless, biting fiercely, blocking what he wanted to say.

The whole world vanishes into nothingness, leaving only the person in front of him.

Yun Fang thought helplessly, he did not intend to seek death.

When the bones of the gods are burned out, he may leave his own soul, get rid of the shackles, and be free from now on.

He didn't want to die, he just made a bold bet on a possibility.

In his past life, he always acted in a free and easy way without any worries, and he did everything in the same way. He was worthy of everyone. Those who were close to him deserved to die, those who lived had a home, and those who hated him died before him. , it can be said that it is almost complete.

The remaining bones were a gift from Fuxi, so he repaid his favor and opened a new path for him.

It's just that there is another person who never wants anything but a dependable warmth.

He gave it out and made him a support in the ups and downs. If he just took it back like this, he would be too sorry for the other party.

The fire burned even worse, as if it had penetrated into the bones, using the strength accumulated for thousands of years to refine the secret hidden in this body.

But at this moment, the pain seemed to be gone, and he felt very peaceful.

With his lips and teeth separated, he was finally able to speak, and said softly: "I have you in my heart, wait, I will come back."

Saying no mercy, he pushed Xie Qiuhan away and fell into the cauldron by himself.

He has already controlled Wang Ding, and Wang Ding quickly closed under his will, separating all disturbances from the outside world.

Xie Qiuhan fell on the altar, his eyes widened - what did he hear just now! ?

He lay horizontally on the floor tiles carved with Tai Chi discs, staring fixedly at the large furnace above his head.

Just one sentence like that made him lose his soul. He didn't remember to use real energy to protect his body. He fell on the altar full of gravel, and his heart, liver, spleen and lungs hurt, but he was still there. laugh.

Flames surrounded him, but his body also emitted a gentle light in the dazzling flames.

The Taiji fish under him spun immediately, and the altar finally came alive.

——Life and death, cause and effect, the combination of two into one is the way of heaven.

Not only is the law orderly, everyone gets their own place, but also karma, reincarnation of life and death, can clarify cholera and reopen a new world.

In the distant Beichuan, the ten-thousand-year-old ice rocks have melted away, exposing the surface that has been hidden for a long time. The surface seems to be stained with old blood, black and red.

A new bud popped out tremblingly.

Immediately afterwards, the glacier suddenly broke, the plates split open, and the eternally silent mountains below the ground slowly rose up.

On the highest peak of the mountains, the sprouts accepted the first ray of sunshine and rain in this world, and raised their heads.