Fu Canglu

Chapter 614 The Day of Recovery
The yellow sand flew around the coffin, the Lord of the Mountain raised his sleeves, and his vitality gushed out, protecting the people of Shengdao.

Mu Liancheng squinted her eyes, and sensed a familiar aura coming from the tightly closed coffin. It seemed to be a ray of sword energy. Grabbing, spreading like a tornado with a bang, with anime sky grit.

There was a dead silence around the black coffin.

A ray of sword energy entangled on the "karma" sword body, followed by the second and third strands, countless strands of sword energy ejected, the nothingness of "karma" sword body, began to tremble at high frequency, with A harbinger of something to come.

"This is."

Wang Zhi's mouth was dry, and he murmured, "Is it Yi Xiao's sword energy?"

"Do not."

The mountain master shook his head solemnly.

He suddenly had a sour nose, and said softly, "He was born in the six holy mountains of the holy island, and he is the most talented person in the past 100 years."

Wang Zhi still felt a little unbelievable, and said: "That person, can pull out 'karma'?"

Lord Shanzhu was silent for a long time.

"Putting out 'cause and effect' is a very difficult thing, but for some people, it is an easier thing than eating and drinking."

He paused slightly, and said softly: "Actually, the gestation of the sword of 'karma' started a long time ago. Even before the inscription on the Dugu Luo in the Nanhai Liuxian Monument, the Holy Island and the South China Sea's Zhongwei Peak were achieved. some kind of agreement."

Mu Liancheng frowned, raised a big sleeve to cover the yellow sand, and said: "In the era of iron cavalry of the Eight Great Nations, before the Spring and Autumn Period, one of the best evildoers came from the South China Sea, and the other came from the Holy Island."

The Tianmen sand rolls, murderous.

Several quasi-monsters on Holy Island looked at the mountain master standing in front of everyone.

"I know."

The witch of Purple Dimple Palace pursed her lips, raised her head, and said seriously: "One is my junior uncle from Nanhai, and the other is a witch from my holy island."

"Tao Wuque and Murong."

Even Qingli, who devoted herself to cultivating on the holy island, had heard of these two names.

Because they are so famous, it's hard to know. These two names are the two most talented monsters before the Spring and Autumn Period.

However, these two unworldly monsters ended in tragedy and a gloomy ending.

"In that era, Tao Wuque and Murong each entered the Nanhai Liuxian Monument. The two of them did not take away a single bit of good fortune from the stele. No one knew what happened in the stele. But since then, 'karma ’ began to conceive, this peerless sword was not originally born for the Lord of the Great Guangming Mountain, but he waited for 16 years, but he couldn’t wait for Tao Wuque or Murong to come back and hold the sword.”

The owner of the mountain said softly: "Tao Wuque and Murong once had a bet, but it ended in nothing. The contest between Shengdao and Nanhai in that era can only come to an end."

Wang Zhi gave a soft oh, his eyes flickered slightly, and asked in doubt: "Ye Shisan from the South China Sea is strong enough, why?"

"He doesn't practice swords. If he does, he may barely be able to grasp the 'karma'." The master of the mountain stared at the trembling "karma" of the sword, and said seriously: "This generation of evildoers is indeed very strong. Li Changge has enough It is qualified to control karma, and there is only one cultivator Ye Shisan in South China Sea, the only sword cultivator. The peacock, no matter in terms of qualifications or cultivation, is far from grasping karma."

Wang Zhi clenched his fists slightly.

She is also a sword cultivator.

Everyone knows how amazing that handle of Karma is in the hands of the Great Guangming Mountain Lord.

It's just that she smiled self-deprecatingly, and finally let go of her clenched fists.

There are thousands of paths in this world.

But there is only one way for sword repair.

She knew that she was hopeless in this life, even if she put in a thousand times of effort, she would not get the approval of the "karma".

Lord Shanzhu seemed to be aware of the loss of the Qingmu Palace sword embryo beside him, and said softly: "The sword is strong because of the master, even if there is no 'karma', Jian Zongming is still Jian Zongming. Wang Zhi. The sword is not important, but the person who controls the sword is important .”

The woman in Qingmu Palace was in a trance, as if she had been enlightened, she suddenly woke up, bit her lips and said nothing, just nodded silently.

The strong wind blew up and exploded in the ears of the people in Shengdao one after another.

The continuous sword energy from the sky pulls the "cause and effect" one by one. It is hard to imagine that the sword energy left by a remnant soul is so powerful that it pulls the entire sword of nothingness, and the blade is torn apart. , Inch after inch overflowed, swaying like ink.

The dull woman's voice exploded on the dome of Tianmen, and fell with a bang, with pride and confidence, like an edict thrown from the throne
"Sword, come!"

The sword energy fell out of thin air, creating countless ripples!
The mountain master's eyes lit up, and with a roar of cause and effect, the sword of nothingness spread out in an instant, and suddenly rolled down into countless sword qi, extending along the extremely narrow coffin gap, like mercury leaking backwards, amidst the rolling dry sand of Tianmen , burst open suddenly!

After the handle of cause and effect "bang" burst, the yellow sand of Tianmen regained its dead silence.

The mountain master waved his sleeves.

The two huge ink sleeves smashed against each other, wiping off the dust.

Mu Liancheng didn't look back, just stared at the dead and motionless coffin, and suddenly asked: "Qingli, have you finished recording the teleportation circle?"

Qingli's originally slack eyes were shining brightly at this moment, and the faint blue light converged. With a bit of concentration, she said weakly, "It's almost over."

The mountain master looked at the coffin in front of him.

He walked forward slowly, and finally stopped three feet away from the coffin, with complicated eyes.

The invisible sword energy filled the three-foot space.

It is the last restriction left by her. If anyone tries to open the coffin, they will be strangled by the unreasonable sword energy.

Even if the iron cavalry of the Great Wei rushed to kill, the lord of Fengxue Yincheng came personally, or even Yuan Tiangang came, there was nothing to do with this coffin, because it was here, up and down, left and right, front and back, and the cause and effect in all directions had been cut off. It's like a small world out of the world.

Unfortunately, this prohibition severed all ties.

Therefore, the mountain owner could not move the coffin, nor could he bring it back to Holy Island.

"Tianmen is safe."

Qingli seemed to be aware of Shanzhu's thoughts. She lowered her eyebrows and stood up. At this moment, she had completed the teleportation circle between Tianmen and Shengdao.

Girl Qingli said seriously: "No one knows where this coffin is. Even we can't find the entrance from the outside world. If it weren't for the hairpin's teleportation circle, this place would be the world's number one death place."

"Pity."

The owner of the mountain smiled with some relief, and said: "She has drawn the sword, and he will definitely survive. I just don't know how long it will take to wake up."

Wang Zhi was silent for a moment, then said: "Yi Xiao, there is no sky anymore."

She paused slightly, and continued: "Wake up, what should I do?"

The mountain master narrowed his eyes, and some scattered pictures flashed in his mind.

"Don't forget, after Yi Xiao broke through to rank nine, the Five Elders' Association has admitted that he is the mountain master of the Great Darkness Mountain on the Holy Island."

Mu Liancheng suddenly smiled, and said: "I asked Jian Zongming to take this coffin and walk through the darkest place in the world."

"It is true that he has lost the sky, but if he is willing, he can carry this coffin to the Holy Island, suppress the Demon Mountain in the eye of the ghost gate, and absorb the good fortune of the coffin, which is enough to complete the last step of transformation."

The mountain master said seriously: "I will leave the transformed 'Poison Demon Mountain'. This fairy artifact, to the future great dark mountain master for self-protection."

There was silence.

It turned out that the Five Elders' Association of Holy Island had already paved the way for him.

The faces of the quasi-monsters present were a bit ugly, even though they knew that only Yi Xiao could carry the coffin, such a good fortune and such an arrangement really made people feel uneasy.

Wang Zhi slightly opened his lips, but did not speak.

Qingli was as silent as Wang Zhi, but after a while, she suddenly said: "No."

The purple dimple palace witch cast her eyes on Qingli with some doubts.

The little Yaozu girl lowered her head and murmured, "He won't accept this kind of gift."

Qingli pursed her lips, hesitated to speak, not knowing what to say.

Wang Zhi said softly: "Yi Xiao will carry the coffin for Shengdao, but he will not accept the mountain."

"In the past, he didn't have to choose. The appearance of the dragon and the snake, and the appearance of the lotus. They were all born according to their destiny. Now he can choose again."

"Only after experiencing death can one know the value of new life."

"So, if I were him, I would never accept gifts from others."

"Those who carry the sword, even if they have nothing, will not lose the courage to start all over again!"

The mountain master never spoke.

Feeling touched at this moment, he turned his head and took a deep look at the female sword embryo in Qingmu Palace.

"it is good."

"very good."

"Wang Zhi. If you want, you can leave the holy island at any time and travel to the Central Plains."

The owner of the mountain looked at Wang Zhi, smiled and said, "There is one thing that I have never told you."

"Before the Great Bright Mountain Lord left, he had already approved of your swordsmanship."

Wang Zhi's face was stunned at first, and there was a burst of ecstasy in his eyes, followed by infinite sadness and loss.

She shook her head and said nothing.

The owner of the mountain knew where this sadness came from. Jian Zongming had cut off all contact with the Holy Island, and no one could sense his aura, nor could he determine his life or death.

Mu Liancheng hid some emotions in her eyes and took a deep breath.

He turned around and said solemnly: "After the Great Bright Mountain Lord leaves, the sword stele in the Sword Palace will gradually collapse without his sword energy guarding it. The rules of Tianmen can keep the sword stele, so I will move the stele to the After tomorrow, if you want to comprehend the sword intent on the sword stele, you can come here to comprehend it, and you must not step within three feet of the coffin, and must not damage the formation."

Several quasi-monsters nodded.

"Let's go back to the island."

After the words fell, the black coffin made a dull and soft sound.

Shanzhu's movements paused a bit.

He turned his face halfway and looked deeply at the coffin.

"if."

"One day, he came out."

Mu Liancheng smiled softly, and said, "On the day of recovery, let's welcome the new owner of the Great Darkness Mountain together."

(End of this chapter)