Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 425
The street suddenly became quiet. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the funeral procession in awe. To be precise, they looked at the cart pulled by two black cows, and there was an altar on the cart.

In the center of the altar, a man in a white robe and a blue-faced fangs mask is dancing with a wooden sword. His dancing posture is peculiar, a bit like a great dancer in the world, but this strange movement is made by him, adding to the mysterious and ancient, Like some kind of solemn ceremony.

As the ox cart passed by the inn, Zhan Changfeng heard him chanting words, the unique rhyme was like singing from the other side, she felt the soul of the earth being drawn, and it was about to be suppressed. The gaze cast by the ghost-masked man was gone as soon as he touched it, and the ox cart slowly passed by, followed by nine horse-bodied horses with dragon heads pulling a dark bronze coffin.

This mysterious and gorgeous bronze coffin attracted everyone's attention. After looking at it for a long time, they felt dizzy. They couldn't help being shocked and guessed who was inside.

It is an extremely high honor to be superseded by the Guifang clan. Which family is so lucky?
Zhan Changfeng was tugged by the big fat baby, and just lowered his head to ask her what she was doing, her heart trembled, the overwhelming sword power came, she picked up the big fat baby and teleported several miles to the ridge of the high-rise building, at that time, A sword light descended from the sky, as if breaking the city in half, a bottomless crack ran across the center of the city, and half of the inn was gone!

The black cow's hooves stopped in front of the crack, his eyes turned red, irritable and cold.

The ghost-masked man looked into the air, it was a young man holding a sword, his face was upright, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

"Whoever blocks the way to the Yellow Spring, die." The flat and empty voice of the ghost-masked man seemed to come through the thick fog.

"What the hell is going on, isn't it good to be alive?" The man stood up awe-inspiringly, "Jiuji Guiyizongyan is the mountain. I heard that Senior Guifang's swordsmanship is superb, so I'm here to ask for advice!"

The sudden change made everyone dizzy. Before they could figure out what was going on, they were shocked by him again.

"Why did the disciples of the previous sect come here?"

"Did the Guifang clan offend the Holy Land?"

"It's actually Yan Weishan, that's a genius of the Sword Sect, and he's known for being good at fighting swords."

"Young people are so ignorant that they come to challenge the realm of life and death."

"God, what is he holding in his hand is the Excalibur?!"

The shock in Zhan Changfeng's heart was even greater. The sword power that he had only seen once but was familiar with was cast by the person who destroyed Haoyaoshan back then!
Zhetian Jianzun, one of the two venerables of Lizang Yunjian, is the quasi-sage of Jiuji Guiyi sect.Did he break the seal himself, or did Jiuji Guiyi believe that the time limit for the suppression of the two emperors and generals had expired, so he deliberately unsealed it?

The situation in Zangyunjian is mostly driven by the Jiuji Guiyi sect.

Zhan Changfeng was full of thoughts, she had been busy preventing the suppression from being broken, the princes were busy looking for the wheel of luck, and there was another force secretly using the wheel of luck to find a place for suppression, but she ignored it, if all this was just a certain How about a chase on a chessboard?

Who are the players, who are the pawns, and what kind of ending do they want?

She felt a little cold in her heart, whether it was Jiuji Guiyizong, the princes, or the dark forces, it seemed that the unraveling of the suppression had become a general trend, which meant that sooner or later, her arrangement in Shenzhou would completely collapse, and her fate would also be destroyed. will be divided.

Yan Weishan held a magic sword called the Shocking Salamander and fought with the ghost-masked man. The air seemed to be full of tense strings, and it was full of violent storms.

But the big fat baby felt that the breath around him was more dangerous, like thunder and dragon roaring, and the world also launched a murderous intent.

She looked up at the jade-cold chin, and found that she was smiling, indifferent and noble, "Zhan."

It was the first time that the big fat baby called her name so worriedly, her voice was soft and indescribably cool, "I thought it would be fine for me to be myself, but it turned out that I couldn't help myself at all, and my indisputability seemed a little ridiculous. "

She didn't want the power of Shenzhou, and didn't want to occupy the elders' meeting. Even when she saw that Hua Jianci intended to promote her to Yang Jiecheng's high position, she resigned the next day. She was like a simple and stubborn child, wholeheartedly drawing herself. However, they don't want to, others can destroy it at will.

Whether to grow up with the ideal, or to fulfill the ideal after growing up, this multiple-choice question was presented so clearly for the first time in front of her.

The ghost-masked man drew out a soul sword out of thin air, "Hun Xi, let's go!"

The majestic soul power made Zhan Changfeng pay attention to the battle between the two again. The power of Yan Weishan's divine sword collapsed under the soul attack, and he was knocked out.

The ghost-masked man reached out with both hands and grabbed Yan Weishan, who was dying, as if he would tear the sacrificial flag apart in the next breath.

"Senior Guifang, show mercy." A person with a sword approached in an instant, with a young girl's posture, slender waist and straight like a sword, with a rather cold expression, saying that he was merciful, but he didn't even look at Yan Weishan, "Jianzong Chu Yun, please Senior Guifang spare his life."

"Usually, I don't care about asking for advice, but today, he broke my Huangquan Road, and the blood sacrifice is the only atonement." The ghost-masked man Kongman's unrecognizable joy and anger voice had the power to hit the heart.

Chu Yun's body was surrounded by sword energy, and he invisibly resolved his troubles. He lowered his eyes and untied the sword belt on his body, and offered the things on his back, "Take this sword in exchange for it."

There was a cold light in the eyes of the ghost-masked man, and the tightly wrapped things fell into his hands, and he pushed aside a corner, and the divine power of Haohao Tangtang made him breathless, "The holy sword of Huangquan is originally my sect's thing, I hope you can help find it." , let’s stop this matter, go away, don’t delay my extradition.”

Chu Yun caught Yan Weishan who had been thrown, said "Farewell", and disappeared instantly with his sword like a Tathagata.

When Zhan Changfeng saw the movement of the ghost-masked man summoning the soul sword, he thought of Nvying, and the two techniques were very similar.

The Guifang Clan has something to do with the Netherworld Sect?
The mourning and music resounded again, and a misty bridge appeared on the huge crack cut by the sword. The two black bulls snorted a few times and stepped onto the bridge steadily, pulling the altar. Nine dragon horses dragged the bronze coffin, followed leisurely .

The line gradually disappeared on the other side of the long street.

Zhan Changfeng's heart fluttered suddenly, feeling that he had lost something, subconsciously chased after the funeral procession, but after chasing for more than ten miles, he didn't see any trace of it, as if it never existed.

Zhan Changfeng looked for where it came from again, west and west, and a thick fog blocked it in front of him.

She walked into the cloudy mist, the moment was very long, and the day was very short, the measurement of time seemed to lose its meaning, as if she had stepped into eternity.

She searched all over the fog and did not find Xifeng City, but only saw a stone tablet with a letter: Xifeng.

"When the wind comes from the west, Piao Miao doesn't know where to go. When the wind comes from the west, what can I do?"

A figure stood in the fog, like an illusion or a dream.

Zhan Changfeng calmly said, "You gave me the Nine-turn Rebirth Art?"

"Yes." The man said slowly, "It's a pity that you bear the karma of the mortal world. I wanted to cut it off for you, but I couldn't cut it off. The only way to join my sect is after you die."

She was three years old when she was killed by Yanshu, how big is the cause and effect involved?

Contacting the long-bearded old Taoist, Taoist God General, Jiuji Guiyi, can only explain that she and Jiuji Guiyi have a great cause and effect.

And this Netherworld Sect is actually the Earth Soul Sect, only the dead can enter.
Zhan Changfeng pulled back his thoughts, stared at Zifu with eyes of nothingness, and his voice trembled with rare depression, "I don't care who you are or what your veins want to do, I just want to know that you took away from me What!"

"Me?" The man said, "I just took away your home."

Zhan Changfeng couldn't restrain himself and slashed out with a sword, the magnificent sword energy tore through the fog, "Presumptuous!"

Yi Changsheng was in that bronze coffin!

　This chapter has been changed several times, I don’t know if it’s written clearly
　　
　
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