All of a sudden, a series of cracking noises broke out in the old plum garden.
It sounded like a bowstring breaking, or a leather bag filled with alcohol breaking.
In fact, it was the sword string that broke, and the Sword Formation of Slaying Fairies was broken.
A footprint suddenly appeared on the thin layer of water that had been pressed to the bottom of the lake and was as hard as a brick.
The white cloth was tousled by the gentle breeze.
Jing Jiu appeared on the ruins of the nunnery hall and stood in front of Gu Qing. He reached out a finger and pointed at the sword formed by the bloody shadow.
It was at this moment that the time in all of Chaotian had stopped.
Only his finger and the sword formed by the bloody shadow were still moving forward.
Pah!!!
The bloody shadow turned into a solid substance. It was Yin San's finger.
The fingers of two people.
Two fingers.
They had finally met.
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The sword wills of an unimaginable quantity and purity came out from the place where the two fingers met.
They looked like the most magnificent waterfall in the world, like the rainstorm that year, and like the morning sun rising over the East Ocean.
The Sword of the Universe, the Lone Sword and the First Child Sword sensed the countless sword wills enshrouding the ruins and flew up into the sky.
The Thoughtless Sword grew redder, looking like a river of lava under the ground. It left Gu Qing's hand and whipped toward Yin San's face like a whip.
The bone flute rose up against the wind, making a whimpering sound. The whip dropped down like a dead snake.
Jing Jiu grabbed Gu Qing with his left hand and threw him to a distant place.
Along with a whistling sound, Gu Qing turned into a dark speck and landed in the royal palace a few miles away, creating a large pit in the square.
Sensing that the Sword Formation of Slaying Fairies had been seized, Ping Yong-Ka opened his eyes in bewilderment and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Gu Qing was lying at the bottom of the pit, covered in blood. The Great Formation of the royal palace had been seized by Jing Jiu.
Apiao screamed and disappeared from the stone steps in front of the grand hall. She came to the center of the square in an instant, but she didn't know whom she should save first.
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The Dark Phoenix in the sky sensed the change in the energy of heaven and earth, and became alarmed. He uttered a violent shriek, and the tail feathers of more than one hundred feet long turned into a sword again. The Dark Phoenix flew toward the old plum garden after breaking the restraint of Zen Master's light mirror by force.
On the ruins of the old plum garden, Jing Jiu was holding the Thoughtless Sword Rope in his left hand, while Yin San was holding the bone flute in his right hand. The invisible small swords were swimming around them, extremely agile.
The two looked at each other in Silence.
For experts of their level, if they wanted to, they could exchange countless pieces of information with just a glance. Many years ago, Jing Jiu and the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom had a similar conversation in the snowland, and Jing Jiu had a long and important conversation with Nan Qü before his death. What would they talk about today?
"You're so lucky."
"It's patience. I've waited for you for 17 years."
"No wonder you woke up at this time. From the deduction, this doesn't make sense. Either you wake up early, or you don't. That's why I'm here this time. "
"You're always calculating, but you don't realize that there are many things you can't figure out."
"For instance, Gu Qing is not afraid of death, or something else?"
"For instance, I failed to ascend, but I'm still alive."
"But you're indeed sleeping; otherwise, how could you deceive me?"
"Yes, I've slept for 17 years. If I don't have a suitable opportunity, I might keep sleeping."
"Opportunity?"
"The trigger of the event."
"I'm curious."
"I'll wake up when you're ready to exert the full strength of the total transformation and come to this human world."
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The conversation took place in the spiritual awareness.
Meanwhile, the fight that had started again after hundreds of years was still going on.
It was not difficult for them to do two things at the same time, or even a hundred things at the same time.
Jing Jiu willed it.
The Sword of the Universe, the First Child Sword, and the Lone Sword struck down again.
Yin San willed it.
The small sword broke into pieces as it shot up into the air.
A drop of blood dripped down from the place where the two fingers met. It was extremely red, devoid of any impurities.
It was Yin San's blood.
The bone flute shot up into the air.
The whimpering sound rang out.
Yin San's left arm was cut off, turning into ashes instantly.
Jing Jiu waved his fingers again.
Yin San disappeared from the original spot, his red clothes shedding.
A small red bird flew up from the ruins, evading the sword formation and heading to the high sky.
The red bird's feathers were a bit mottled, because they were stained with blood.
Jing Jiu arrived in the sky as well.
The red bird flapped its wings.
It was the flapping of the wings of the Rosefinch.
Countless sword wills broke through the ocean of clouds, bringing down countless raindrops.
The Great Formation of the royal palace suddenly broke apart.
Zhaoge City was enshrouded in the rain.
The red bird disappeared without a trace.
Jing Jiu turned around and looked at the ground, disappearing again.
In the next moment, he arrived outside the western part of the city.
The ghostly cries could be heard outside the city wall, and the gloomy wind dispersed.
Liu Shisui and Su Ziye stood against the city wall, using the last bit of Zhen Yuan to resist the ghostly flames in the sky.
A horrifying bloody mouth suddenly appeared in the ghostly flames in the sky, ready to swallow them up.
It was then that Jing Jiu arrived in the sky. He turned into a flash of sword light and entered the wide mouth. … …
The ghostly flames in the sky vanished instantly, and the green willows regained their vitality.
Standing on the surface of the river, the expression on the face of the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect changed abruptly. His body shrank at an unimaginable speed, and his demonic body became even more indestructible. Pah!!!
The chest of the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect bulged slightly, and then broke open, a few drops of thick ink-like blood splashing out.
Jing Jiu landed on the ground, holding the Heavenly Retrieval Orb in his hand, the surface of which was stained with blood.
The Dark Phoenix arrived amid the drizzle, whistling shrilly. The feathers on his tail were like a sword, drawing a straight and deep mark on the ground.
Jing Jiu flicked his fingers in the air, and countless sword wills and the three swords of the Sword of the Universe shot toward the sky.
Crack!!! The Dark Phoenix had a few wounds on his body. He didn't dare stay any longer. He reached out his sharp claws and grabbed the shoulders of the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect, flying toward the distance with him.
The angry and painful voice of the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect echoed in the sky above Zhaoge City.
"I'll kill him! I can still fight! I swallowed him by accident! Otherwise, he wouldn't be a match for me! "
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Seeing the Dark Phoenix disappearing into the horizon, Jing Jiu remained silent, not pursuing the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Phoenix.
In the next moment, his body wobbled a few times, a few tears appearing on his white cloth.
"Young Master!" Liu Shisui rushed over and held Jing Jiu up hastily, regardless of his own wound.
Jing Jiu waved his hand to indicate that he was alright.
A thin black feather a few feet long drifted down from the sky and landed by his feet.
Jing Jiu waved his hand to bring the black feather back into the black feather.
Seeing this, Liu Shisui was certain that Jing Jiu was alright, and felt relieved. He couldn't suppress his wound any longer, and knelt down on the ground.
Su Ziye was quite familiar with the magic methods of the Mysterious Dark Sect, and his Cultivation state was not as high as Liu Shisui's, so his wound was much lighter. He walked to the front of Jing Jiu and bowed to the ground. He had been active in the West Ocean over the last few years. He had developed quite well by relying on the secret support of the Imperial Court and some forces of the Aoyama Sect. Though he didn't dare carry the banner of the Mysterious Dark Sect again, he had recruited many disciples. He didn't know why Tong Yan asked him to come to Zhaoge City, and he didn't dare inquire about it after witnessing so many things that day. He was about to leave after bowing to Jing Jiu.
"You are not allowed to tell Tong Yan if you have guessed anything," Jing Jiu suddenly said.
Su Ziye responded reverently and left through the ground.
The clouds in the sky were very faint to begin with, but the rainwater was forced out by the sword wills of Jing Jiu and Yin San. They had no source and source, so they had gradually stopped falling.
The sword wills coming out from the Royal Palace had stopped a long time ago. The sunlight in the sky was no longer cut off, and the color of the sunlight grew lighter and lighter. It was no longer as beautiful as the sunset, but it looked more like the spring day.
Jing Jiu looked at Zhaoge City and asked, "Has it really been one hundred years?"
"Yes, Young Master," Liu Shisui replied.
Jing Jiu took out a bone flute from his sleeve. He looked at it in Silence for a while, and then brought it to his lips and played a tune.
There was a blood-red line in the middle of the bone flute.
As Jing Jiu played the flute, the color of the blood-red line grew fainter and fainter, and the color of the bone became as white as jade.
Many wild flowers suddenly grew under the city walls of Zhaoge City.
A spring rain had fallen earlier.
The sunlight was as bright as the morning.
Countless sword marks appeared in the blue sky, spreading out in all directions.
This was the sign of the birth of a powerful being in heaven and earth.
"Here you go."
Jing Jiu tossed the bone flute to Liu Shisui.
Liu Shisui took the bone flute and hid it carefully, feeling shocked inside. What shocked him was not that the bone flute of Taiping Zhenren was taken by his Young Master, or that his Young Master gave the bone flute to him, or that his Young Master had broken through the Heavenly Arrival State after sleeping for one hundred years, but when did his Young Master learn to play the flute?
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In the sixth volume, "The End of a Thousand Autumns"
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