The Heavens: Thousands of Households Starting from Number One in the World

Chapter 157
The sea of ​​clouds gradually churned, and the sky was covered with rolling dark clouds with lightning and thunder.

Thunder shook the sky.

The Dazhu Peak disciples all stood on the edge of the mountain, looking into the distance, all dumbfounded, their eyes full of disbelief.

"Who is it? Who dares to fight above our Qingyun Mountain?" Du Bishu shouted.

"It can't be a Demon Sect monster, right?" Zhang Xiaofan asked weakly from the side.

At this moment Suru came, her eyes were full of dignified looking at the two figures on the sky, using the sword to drive the power of heaven and earth, Suru said softly: "It's Senior Brother Cangsong from Longshou Peak and Senior Brother Meng from Fenghui Peak."

Everyone was surprised. The distance between Dazhu Peak and Tongtian Peak was dozens of miles. Although the space and vision were wide, they didn't hear the sound of the pines on Tongtian Peak. Too majestic.

"Why do the good ones fight?" Tian Linger looked into the distance and asked.

"Probably because senior brother Meng snatched Lin Jingyu's dragon-slaying sword yesterday." Suru thought for a while and said.

Zhang Xiaofan was taken aback when he heard the words, secretly worried for his friend.

Tian Ling'er on the side suddenly became interested, snorted twice and said: "That Lin Jingyu is really a stinky fart, because he has the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon, if he doesn't have the Divine Weapon, he is definitely not my opponent. I hope Master Meng will teach him a lesson. Stinky master."

Suru didn't criticize this, but just gave Tian Ling'er a spoiled look.

Tian Buyi has always been at odds with Cang Song, and it is no secret that it was as early as the head of Qingyun Sect, but thinking of the root cause of this, Suru's thoughts drifted back to more than 100 years.

Boom, a loud noise echoed from Meng Jing's fairy sword.

At this moment, Cangsong's Taoist robe bulged, his green mana shone far and wide, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit. Cangsong held a fairy sword to forcefully shake Meng Jing's sword carrying the power of heaven and earth.

Air waves and magic power spread like ripples above the Qingyun Mountains.

The power shocked all Qingyunmen disciples.

Many people called out: This is the real practitioner.

Cangsong's face was determined, and he was pinching his hand with one hand. Suddenly, a daytime thunder struck down from the sky and directly hit Meng Jing's Tianling Gai.Meng Jing drew a circle with one hand, and an azure blue defensive cover made of mana enveloped Meng Jing, and the sky thunder struck the defensive cover and instantly became invisible.

"Cangsong, is this your ability?"

"Hmph!" Cang Song knows that Meng Jing's morality is very deep. If he doesn't use all his strength, he may not be able to defeat the opponent. In Cang Song's eyes, Meng Jing's melee combat skills were extremely tyrannical, but at that time they were all just in the Jade Qing Realm. , Now they are all big monks who can control the power of heaven and earth to subdue demons.

No matter how subtle the melee combat is, can it avoid the power of the large-scale covering heaven and earth?

Immediately, Cang Song sneered twice and said: "Meng Jing, you are too happy."

The Excalibur Yulei Zhenjue was launched, and Cangsong was singing the magic formula like a god. In the eyes of many disciples, Cangsong was like a fairy walking in the world.

The sky and the earth were dark, covered with dark clouds, and even the light was difficult to penetrate, and the entire Qingyun Seven Peaks fell into the boundless darkness.

"Lei Fa, Wan Lei Yin!"

This is a technique derived from the Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique. When the sky thunders are gathered in the sky, as long as the caster is capable, he can freely control the endless divine thunders in the dark clouds.

Immediately, thunders fell one after another, and dozens or even hundreds of thunders fell together.

In the eyes of the disciples watching from the distant mountain peak, they saw thin blue-purple lines rushing towards Meng Jing from all directions.

Each blue-purple divine thunder carries the power of heaven and earth, as if it can destroy everything in the world.

The disciples' faces were pale, and they looked at the black clouds in the sky that seemed to be able to swallow people's souls in fear, and the lightning flashed inside.

Even though they all have Taoism in their bodies, almost everyone is full of fear in the face of such a powerful Divine Sword Yu Lei Zhen Jue, and they all admire the Taoism of the leaders of Qingyunmen.

Seeing this, Meng Jing laughed, and said, "Okay, I didn't expect you to study the Divine Sword Yu Lei Zhenjue to such an extent! You can still play it like this!"

At this time, Meng Jing was not afraid of Tianwei, and looked up at the hundreds of purple sky thunders attacking in all directions, Meng Jing's eyes were suddenly white, and her body seemed to be transpiring with mana.

The temperature of the world suddenly dropped at this moment.

Within a radius of tens of miles, the sea of ​​clouds no longer churned, and the dark clouds in the Tianshan Mountains no longer roared, and white awns appeared instead.

Countless clicking sounds resounded in the ears of all Qingyunmen.

In the next second, the disciples of Qingyun seemed to be in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the blood in their bodies seemed to be unable to flow. In an instant, an extreme white light appeared in the sky and the earth. This white light flashed, and the sky and the earth changed instantly.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in shock. No one could calm their eyes at this moment, and even the rest of the leaders connected to Tianfeng were full of shock.

because.

The whole world turned into a world of ice and snow.

Only Meng Jing stood there, and the pines facing Meng Jing in the distance had turned into ice sculptures.

Up to the dark clouds in the sky, down to the Qingyun Mountains, everything was instantly frozen by the extreme cold.

Even the sea of ​​clouds floating among the seven veins and the hundreds of thunders that were about to strike were frozen by the power of the ice.

The scene is spectacular.

"Junior Brother Meng has actually managed to control the power of heaven and earth to such an extent."

Daoxuan couldn't help saying, Daoxuan asked himself that he couldn't turn tens of miles of land into a world of ice and snow, even if he studied the coldness of the world, he might not be able to freeze the sky thunder.

It's not that Taoxuan is inferior to Meng Jing in terms of Taoism, it's just that he is slightly inferior in the perception between heaven and earth, and Daoxuan cultivates the way of yin and yang and Tai Chi, and his mana has already been endless.

The most astonishing thing is that the ice and snow field did not affect the Qimai mountain peak at all, which shows that Meng Jing achieved precise control when launching it.

Shuiyue looked at Meng Jing, feeling a huge blow in her heart, she specialized in studying the magic formula of the divine sword Yu Lei, if she faced Meng Jing, the ending would be the same as Cang Song.

Meng Jing's hair was fluttering, her face looked extraordinarily cold in this ice and snow world, Meng Jing gradually walked in front of Cang Song holding the fairy sword, put the fairy sword on his neck, and declared that he had won the fight.

Then there was a bang.

The world of ice and snow turned into ice crystal fragments and fell into the Qingyun Mountains, and the dark clouds that turned into ice cubes also shattered into pieces and fell to the ground, and the sun appeared again on the sky.

"You! Unexpectedly..." Cang Song hesitated to speak, he looked at Meng Jing's peaceful face, his eyes were full of resentment, but this resentment immediately turned into bitterness on his face.

Cang Song knew that he was defeated, but he didn't feel ashamed among Qing Yun's disciples, but felt that he had lost this battle, which meant that the dragon-slaying sword that Wan Jianyi gave him would become a bet for the Qimai martial arts.

Let the Qimai disciples compete.

"You won, I have nothing to say, the dragon-slaying sword is with you."

Cangsong looked at the fairy sword on his neck, then turned around and turned into a rainbow to leave, and plunged into Longshou Peak.

Senior Brother Wan, I'm sorry, I didn't even take good care of your saber.

Cangsong couldn't help blaming himself and lamenting on the way to Longshou Peak.

And in the back mountain of Tongtian Peak, in the ancestral hall of the patriarch, where there are few people and few disciples come and go, a one-armed old man is holding a broom and sweeping the leaves lightly. His face is covered with vicissitudes and wrinkles. Looking at the sky.

Staying alone in the ancestor's ancestral hall for more than 100 years, Wan Jianyi's proud and passionate expression is no longer there, some are just numb and decayed, and even his appearance is more obvious than Tian Buyi and others.

(End of this chapter)