Fu Canglu

Chapter 635 Sword Immortal (V)

"If you are not born free, how can you become a swordsman?"

In Yi Xiao's mind, such a sentence came clearly.

Lord Shanzhu, who was leaning on the cross, clenched the rotten wooden frame tightly with his fingertips, and there was a crackling sound.

In the Wulaohui, every coffin is an era of magic.

After passing through the era of bloody storms, someone lay in a coffin, who should have slept forever, but tried to live forever.

There is no right or wrong in this era, in the last era, in every era.

How to go on in the way of magic, whether to hold the sword tightly and cut a bloody path, or to cultivate one's morality and rest, and cultivate one's obsession. The dispute on this issue is destined to be fruitless.

Right and wrong have always been determined by the evolution of the times.

Woodcutters in the Taiping period used hatchets to chop wood piles and light fires to burn smoke.

During the war, this hatchet will be stained with blood, whether it is someone else's or your own.

The heavier the shackles on the holy island, the more it looks like a closed and self-locking coffin. The people lying in the coffin are unwilling to leave. They want to turn the island into a coffin, and then turn the whole world into a coffin for themselves. body.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

Even if there was no willow demon who walked out of the small world of the Wu Laohui with a sword, the breath of Shengdao had already begun to ignite scattered sparks.

Wang Zhi had already left with his sword in his hand, and went to the Central Plains.

There will be more and more people, they go to the top of the six holy mountains of the holy island, see the sky here, they can touch it with their hands, and they will yearn for a bigger world.

This is, freedom!

The cool sword light fell in the darkness, blood flew and sparks splashed out.

A drop of hot blood splashed on Yi Xiao's cheek.

In the main hall of the Wulaohui, the dome pillars were cut down by the sword energy, and one by one was shattered. The sky above the dome collapsed with the collapse of the pillars.

Sword lights danced in the darkness.

The "karma" sword energy of His Royal Highness represents the ultimate darkness. Walking in the darkness, one by one the dome pillars are chopped down, the hall is full of smoke and dust, and sparks flash past in the diffuse mist
It was like chopping the shackles.

Released the newborn.

The lotus clothes flew up for a while, Yi Xiao stretched out a hand lightly, pressed it on the forehead of the man in front of him, and closed the eyes for the owner of this handsome face.

He stood up and looked around.

Countless sword auras flitted through the darkness like swimming fish, and the sword aura crazily bit the coffins and pillars, devouring the darkness with great hunger and thirst, and the howling and howling of the dying and dilapidated echoed miserably in the empty hall.

Finally annihilated.

Yi Xiao saw the corpses hanging on the broken coffins, the torn robes fluttering in the wind, the bodies of some demon heads were cut to pieces by the sword energy, and the half of the bodies hanging on the coffins had all the flesh and blood at the cross-sections.

In the small world of the Wulaohui, the rules have been shaken.

These devils who were supposed to be buried in the ground, after walking out of the coffin, hid their cultivation base, and under the unique rules of the small world, they were able to temporarily escape the power of the cycle of life and death.

But now that the hall master has collapsed, the rules have been broken, so the flesh and blood that should have rotted just like this turned into rustling dust, and disappeared.

Yi Xiao lowered her head and looked at the man with periosteum on the soles of her feet. On that handsome face, it looked like a crack had opened in porcelain. There was no flesh and blood in the crack, and it was full of broken sand. The entire face was opened by the wind. Sand grains fly.

"I have no sympathy for you."

Yi Xiao said softly: "As you said, natural selection is the law. You have acquiesced in the killing of the weak by the strong, so have you ever thought that one day you will be eliminated by the acquiescing law?"

In the hollow at the bottom of the feet, the body under the black robe could not resist the erosion of years of blessing. After the time hidden in the coffin was returned, it began to be deserted and finally annihilated. The black robe was rolled up, and the sand grains flew away .

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

When Qingli woke up from her lethargy, the civil strife in Shengdao had subsided.

Except for the Dao fetus from South China Sea, it is not convenient to stay on the Holy Island for a long time due to their status, and the other evildoers are all temporarily staying on the Holy Island.

Except for the great light and the great darkness of the six holy mountains, the remaining four holy mountains, with three palace masters, all died in this fluctuation.

The Sword Hall of Da Guangming Mountain was quiet.

There are crimson birds perched on the top of the mountain. Qingli woke up from the bed, opened her eyes, and saw a fluffy red bird, which looked very familiar.

The red bird spread its wings and tried to jump on the head of its own bed, but because it was too fat, it flapped its wings and fell straight down.

There was no sound of falling to the ground.

Yi Xiao caught the fiery red bird with one hand, stroked the bird's body lightly, and said, "Why, does it look familiar?"

Qingli stared at the bird, always feeling that something was wrong.

Red feathers, sharp eyes, but such a bloated figure.
"It's musk deer."

Yi Xiao said with a smile: "I never thought that the birds that symbolize the unruly in the North would actually thrive and inhabit the Holy Island."

Qingli suddenly realized.

"In the north, there is a lot of wind and snow. This kind of bird keeps taking off and looking for food. Even in the cold, it is still fearless. It is known as the unruly bird because no matter how big the wind and snow are, it can't stop it from flying. "

His Royal Highness looked at the lump of meat in his palm with some emotion, and said softly: "Perhaps it is because of too much pursuit of unruly, when the lost musk deer crossed the sea, flew to the holy island, and chose to land. They became It became like this."

Yi Xiao sent his palm forward, the little fiery red bird pouted its buttocks, moved comfortably, and was unwilling to take off, and glanced at Yi Xiao with satisfied eyes by the way, and put away its back completely. Two pairs of small meat wings.

Unruly bird.

Born in sorrow, die in happiness.

This is a very simple truth, and many people understand it, but if one day they can truly settle down, how many people are willing to move?
The wind and snow in the North were so severe that the musk deer had to fly in search of food.

If you come to the holy island, you will never be able to fly again.

What really broke the unruly wings of the musk deer was not the severe wind and snow, but the peaceful heart.

Little Red Bird, who was about to sleep comfortably in Yi Xiao's palm, suddenly felt uneasy, turned her head, and saw a figure that was even more bloated than herself.

First Young Master Su stared closely at the little red bird in Yi Xiao's palm, swallowed, and asked tentatively, "It must be delicious to bake if it's so fat?"

Yi Xiao stared dumbfounded at the musk deer, spread its wings vigorously, flew towards the window, and finally fell out of the house, rolled and crawled, and quickly disappeared into a red dot in sight.

The only thing that can awaken unruly and freedom is the desire to survive.

Waiting for Qingli to wake up is because only she has the teleportation eye leading to the gate of heaven.

There is a sword stele in Da Guangming Mountain, which is still in Tianmen.

Just using the teleportation circle talent doesn't actually need to consume too much vitality and energy.

It's just that on the day of robbing the marriage, from the Western Regions to Beiyuan, countless magic circles were launched at the same time, which really exhausted the energy of Qingli girl.

It only took half a cup of tea to open the magic circle and take away the stele.

Yi Xiao didn't stop at Tianmen, he just looked at his coffin silently.

Yi Xiao asked the mountain master that the good fortune on this coffin can make Zhenmoshan's promotion complete, and if the Holy Island needs it, then he will bring it back from Tianmen.

But the mountain master refused.

Yes.

The Holy Island has ushered in a new life. Those dead devils sacrificed their lives in the Zhenmo Mountain. This entire dark mountain seems to have no meaning of existence. After the rules collapse, it is more like a commemorative ordinary hill.

The incomparably rich spiritual energy of the holy island began to dissipate at the same time. The spirit gathering circle originally set up in the Zhenmo Mountain, which could absorb the spiritual energy of the surrounding sea area, returned all of it to the sea at this moment.

Now that the Holy Island has become a land of freedom, making Zhenmo Mountain a sacred weapon full of spiritual energy will only make the demon practitioners develop a habit of dependence, which is counterproductive.

Some demon cultivators have already proposed the idea of ​​going to the Central Plains for a walk.

The mountain master did not refute, nor did he agree.

Mu Liancheng and Yi Xiao discussed this matter, and finally stopped all the demon cultivators on the Holy Island from rushing into the Central Plains.

He just said, "Wait a minute."

What are we waiting for?
On the top of Da Guangming Mountain, sword energy flows in the Sword Hall.

Yi Xiao held the big stele of light in his palm.

The surface of the stele is mottled and uneven. The originally smooth stones are constantly cracking, and the stone chips shake off, spilling out into strands of light.

The whole hall is brightly scattered.

Compared with the light, what is contained in this stele is more sword energy.

Li Changge stood behind Yi Xiao.

At the end of the sword hall is a quiet room, and there is no open door, but a depression inlaid with steles.

The Great Bright Stele has existed for countless years.

In the holy island, there are two fragments.

The door of this quiet room needs a large stele of light to open it.

Yi Xiao had seen the fragmented scroll of Daheihe Mountain, and after arriving at the holy island, he took his elder brother to see the fragmented scroll of Yanlu.

"These two remnants of scrolls are strictly preserved by the Five Elders' Association. Except for extremely talented practitioners who can read them, others have no right to touch them."

Lord Shanzhu looked at the quiet room, and said with a soft smile, "I have read two fragments of scrolls, but I didn't see anything. There seems to be some secret hidden here, but I am not afraid to be seen by others."

Yi Xiao stepped forward slowly, and pressed the Great Bright Stele into the recess of the quiet room.

"After he's gone, Da Guangming Mountain will no longer have a master."

"If you don't wake up, there will be no practitioners in the realm of sword immortality in this world." The mountain master paused, and said softly: "Then the secret hidden here, why don't you disappear with him, it doesn't matter. not good."

The quiet room door was open, and there was no heavy smoke.

A piece of light, incomparably clean, even a little dazzling.

(End of this chapter)