Fu Canglu

Chapter 608 The Light Here

Lord Shanzhu looked at the struggling "karma" inserted beside the coffin, was silent for a moment, and said, "Jian Zongming, I want to find an opponent."

Qingli raised her head and looked blankly at the Mountain Lord Bailian Mopao, and the quasi-monsters were quietly listening to the Lord Mountain Lord.

"He has been aiming at this since he was brought back to Holy Island."

"Let 'Dugu' become the strongest sword in the world."

"So he's going to beat the strongest."

Mu Liancheng paused.

"The Overlord of Western Chu is recognized as the strongest of several generations." The Lord of the Mountain's eyes were obviously much more complicated. He sighed and said, "After the fruit of this life matures, many fortunes have been piled on 'him'. If he fully recovers, Just relying on two fists and one sword is equivalent to an entire Invincible Master."

The Lord of the Mountain raised his head solemnly, looked at the world above the dome of Tianmen, and said with emotion: "I, the Wulaohui of the Holy Island, will never set foot in the secular world, and I will never intervene in the dynasty's hegemony. Luck is declining. But I also know that the revival of Western Chu , as long as that overlord is resurrected, there will be the Ninth Five-Year King of Zhenguo, and he will be a unique great creator thousands of years ago. Today's Qi Liang and Great Wei have all absorbed the national destiny of Western Chu, and the Western Chu The two national teachers of Chu, one yin and one yang, Fengjian Zhao Chunfeng is dead, if the other is still alive, and plays chess games, takes over the situation, and assists the overlord, then the management of the North and the South for many years is likely to become the West. Chu Fuguo's wedding dress."

"Overlord of Western Chu. Two national teachers"

Qingli's pupils contracted slightly, and she looked at the mountain master, who sensed the probing eyes of the girl from the Yaozu, and did not expressly express or deny it, but just nodded slightly.

"Yuan Tiangang hides very deeply. Over the years, he has sheltered Qi Liang from the wind and rain. He built the sky tower with one hand, kept a low profile, and fought with the outside world and the inside. This small country has survived the precarious years of the eight powers' iron cavalry conquest. Slowly stood up and walked out of the mud. Then buried countless volts, like... a spider web."

"And every thread on the spider's web intersects vertically and horizontally, and finally leads to the palm of his hand."

Mu Liancheng said calmly: "The seed of the Overlord's awakening was buried in the fire in the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period. After the fire, all the flowers were wiped out, the weeds were reborn, and the seeds took root and sprouted, so they grew wildly with Yi Xiao."

He looked deeply at the coffin.

The mountain master said: "All encounters are reunions after a long absence."

Qingli didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence.

She lightly sniffed the residual smell in the air, smelled something familiar and strange, and then suddenly realized.

The owner of the mountain said softly: "I don't know how Yuan Tiangang awakened the Overlord, and then made him accept such absurd facts and put them into action."

"All I know is that that person doesn't seem to be what he thought, to be honest."

Mu Liancheng lightly rubbed the pads of her index finger and thumb, and the extremely fine pieces of black robe that he picked up would fly into her palm, and be wiped out in a few strokes.

"'He' is unwilling to accept all the gifts of the Overlord, at least the last spirit, 'he' did not choose to merge."

"In this life, if the overlord's fighting spirit fully awakens, the entire gate of heaven will be opened long ago, and disasters will be suffered within a radius of ten miles. Even if Jian Zongming can suppress it, he will inevitably have to fight thousands of miles away."

Having said that, the mountain master paused again.

His eyes flicked back slightly, and fell on the door of nothingness that had disappeared after being closed. He was suddenly touched, and said in a daze of surprise: "Jian Zongming chose here, and he has long had the idea of ​​using the ghost door as a battlefield." ."

The owner of the mountain pursed his lips slightly, his eyes were a little gloomy, he shook his head and said, "Qingli."

Like a bird, the little girl from the Yao clan stood on tiptoe, leaning half of her body on the big sleeve of the mountain master, raised her head, her eyes were still slack, her soft eyelashes flickered slightly, and she gave a nasal hum.

"Master Jian in your mouth will not come back."

The mountain master's voice was not very sad. He took a deep breath, as if he was narrating a fairly peaceful matter.

"'Cause and Effect' is the strongest sword in the world, and Jian Zongming has already severed his connection with it."

"It means that he has encountered a very difficult enemy, and even 'karma' cannot help him win."

"A swordsman has only one sword in his life."

"Jian Zongming will never abandon Dugu. In his hands, Dugu is stronger than 'karma', and Wang Zhi is right."

"Everything is a sword."

"He only used one sword."

"Victory or defeat, life and death, everything in the world, everything, all with one sword."

"All things can be solved with one sword."

Qingli understood what the mountain master meant.

Not only Qingli, but Wang Zhi behind him, the demon girl of Zidi Palace, and the quasi-monster of Baiyan Palace and Houtu Palace all became much paler.

"He didn't come out with Karma, which means he won't come out again."

The fists inside the mountain master's sleeves were clenched tightly.

He tried to relax himself.

His eyes looked faintly beyond the dome.

Lanling City, a castle in the sky.

Su Fu and Song Da Da scabbard, the two sat in the corner of the eaves of the castle in the air.

Song Zhiqing stretched out one hand, and the blue shirt swayed in the wind, a small black lacquer light fell on his palm.

Song Zhiqing put his other hand on the scabbard behind him.

With a serious face, he said softly, "This ray of black light has appeared for some time."

Su Fu raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the blazing sun, there seemed to be one after another extremely tiny, almost indistinguishable black dots shining on his pupils, after projecting countless distances, they arrived in the world, With a dark light.

"It's not just been there for a while, it's a growing trend."

The royal family of Lanling City has been busy with well-known affairs recently, and has no extra manpower and energy.

So after discovering this ray of lacquer light in the castle in the air, he entrusted it to change hands and handed it over to the Patriarchs of the Eight Great Families.

This kind of lacquer light, the vitality of non-ninth-rank realm cannot be damaged, and its nature is peculiar. It has appeared on a large scale in the nineteenth Dao of Qiliang, and has been classified by the royal family to the highest level of attention.

Su Fu squinted his eyes and observed for a long time, then suddenly gave a low shout, raised his palm with one hand to make a tactic, and the sword behind his back trembled out of its sheath.

The sword energy of "Prince Qin" moves with the thoughts out of the sheath, goes against the light, cuts upwards, and cuts this ray of black light into nothingness.

Of course.

The pitch-black spot of light, extremely slow, did not directly condense into a beam of black light, but flew back to one point irreversibly, and then flew back to the second point again in a slow time.

This kind of black light does not hinder walking, even if it hits it, there is no obstacle.

But this is a terrible thing.

When there are more and more black lights like this, and finally the indestructible density appears, what will the world be like?
Eternal night is coming?

But what kind of light is this, and why does it appear in the world?
According to the spies all over the Central Plains, not only the 36th Dao of Qi Liang, but also the [-] cities of Wei Dynasty, as well as Dongguan, Beiyuan, and Western Regions, all have such lacquer lights.

Be puzzled.

Song Zhiqing frowned. He sensed the ghost knife that had become more and more irritable in recent days. At this moment, he trembled again, and even shook the cloth wrapping the knife away, and his tangled thoughts suddenly came out.

Song Zhiqing suddenly said, "It's the gate of ghosts!"

The word "Ghost Gate" made Su Fu's eyes light up.

Shurasha, who was wrapped in several layers of green cloth knife, trembled slightly behind Song Zhiqing's back.

The thoughts left behind by the master can be enlightened after the completion of Shurasha's practice.

Man and knife unite.

The lips of the sword ghost's successor became a little pale, and he said softly: "If the master's sword moves by itself, it means that the seal of the ghost gate has been shaken."

He murmured: "I have an ominous premonition"

"The seal may have to be released in advance."

On the cliffs of the South China Sea.

Young master Xiaotao sat on the waves, and the tumbling white flowers fell along the cliff, but they couldn't wet the skirt of the girl in yellow shirt. Two pale legs protruded from the skirt, and the toes were a little cool.

She closed her eyes, sensing the temperature from her limbs.

The folds of the yellow shirt carried the warmth of the sun, the hem was moistened by the sea breeze, and the wind was blowing on the cheeks.

The toes are cool.

This kind of coolness is not the coolness of the waves.

Young master Xiaotao's ankles were bare, and he kept lifting slightly. The girl's sky was full and she didn't have much strength. Her hands were struggling to support her body, like a doll about to fall off a cliff.

She stretched out most of her body, leaving a very narrow position.

Both feet kicked into a ball of black light.

That ball of black light was originally only a ray, a ray, invisible.

But whenever night fell and dawn came, this ray of black light would increase slightly.

Then it became a ball of black light that was enough to engulf the girl's small toes.

This is the ultimate black light.

Even in Zishi, starlight cannot penetrate this ray of lacquer light. This is pure, rich darkness without impurities.

It is the most primitive darkness in the world.

The young master Xiaotao murmured softly, "Is the gate of ghosts coming?"

She closed her eyes, the vast world was like a black spot.

No sound could be heard.

She opened her eyes again, feeling a little dazed.

The coolness of the toes is less.

The slender and round ankles were exposed, semicircular like suet white jade.

Then there was a little less.

Young Master Xiaotao's eyes were filled with astonishment, looking at the bright fireworks in the daytime, burning with countless lacquer lights.

The sword energy came out of nowhere, with great courage and the most powerful loneliness in the world.

Go all the way, against the sky.

Burn all the darkness into butterflies falling off the cliff, and finally get caught in the waves.

The ball of paint light disappeared.

In the vast territory of the Central Plains, many people have discovered this kind of lacquer light, and it has even aroused fear in some places.

Some people start to worship, some people start to repent.

Those who knew that this ray of black light meant that the gate of ghosts had returned to the world began to spread the news quickly.

But at this moment, everyone was like seeing a ghost, looking at the dark rays of light that could not be destroyed, and burst out painful burning sounds.

The light in the world has regained its purity.

(End of this chapter)