Chapter 527 You need to be invincible to get out of the cave!
Chapter 527 You need to be invincible to get out of the cave!
Coming from between the clouds and sky with a sword!
Through the scroll, everyone in the Divine Capital City could see clearly that the sword light swept across a distance of hundreds of miles. At first glance, it seemed as if the vast sea of clouds and snow were split in two by the sword!
The sword moves majestically and the momentum is huge.
Even though they were separated by a scroll, everyone who witnessed this scene was trembling with fear.
"This is……"
In the capital city of God, Long Yingchan was shocked. He exchanged a glance with Fang Sanyun and Taoist Yuan Qing, and they all saw what the sword light in the painting was:
"The Changhong Yiqi Sword?"
"One Qi Sword!"
In a guild hall somewhere in the city, Yan Tianxiong's pupils shrank and he looked at the Thousand-Eyed Master beside him. The latter was pressing his chest at the moment, and the magic sword was trembling slightly.
"In the future, someone killed Emperor Qian and took the Changhong Sword..."
The Thousand-Eyed Master did not get angry but laughed instead. He seemed not to care about the future projected in the purple scroll. He just glanced at Yan Tianxiong and disappeared in the guild hall.
"future……"
Looking at Wu Yingxing and others who were obviously much older in the video, Yan Tianxiong's eyes flashed, and he followed them to the imperial city.
"boom!"
The tangible sound of wind and thunder came from the sky and spread far and wide.
"Flying sword, or the Changhong Yiqi sword?"
On the observatory, Li Yuan looked up and squinted. For a moment, he thought it was himself.
But as the sword light approached, he saw that the person riding the sword, although wearing a Taoist robe, was not himself.
Instead, it was a tall and handsome Taoist with white hair on his temples. He came across the sky, surrounded by sword light, and landed in front of the divine capital city in the painting.
Huhu~
Amidst the howling wind and snow, the magic sword returned to its sheath. The Taoist looked around, his eyes fell on the white scarves on the heads of the ministers of Great Fortune, and he could not help but sigh:
"I'm late again."
This Taoist had an extremely strong will, and the emotion he revealed with a sigh made the group of Dayun officials in front of the city gate even more sentimental, and many of them even burst into tears on the spot.
"Who is this?"
On the observatory, Emperor Qian looked at Wu Yingxing, who concentrated for a moment and shook his head:
"Never seen it before."
"The Long Rainbow Qi Sword..."
Emperor Qian frowned, feeling somewhat suspicious. Judging from the power of this man's sword, he must be a great master who had already broken through the Tiangang and achieved the unity of the Three Elements.
Wu Yingxing knew nothing about this kind of person...
How many years later is this picture?
"Master of the Changhong Sword?"
Li Yuan on the side frowned. As far as he knew, the Changhong Sword was now in the hands of the Thousand-Eyed Master. He intended to use Zhou Ying's power to seize it. Would he fail in the future?
With a change of mind, Li Yuan looked carefully, trying to find something from the scroll.
In front of the city gate in the painting, Wu Yingxing, who looked rather old, heard the Taoist sighing and reluctantly bowed:
"Hero Qi is thoughtful."
The Great Master of Fortune had white hair and beard, and a steady and heavy aura. He asked, "Master Qi said 'again', could it be..."
"It's not just His Majesty the Emperor who has suffered misfortune."
The Taoist sighed, "The Lord of the Changhong Sword, Shen Qisheng; the Lord of the Qinglong Pavilion, Tianshezi; the Lord of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, Long Xinglie; the Supreme Elder, Long Xixiang; Nie Xianshan; the Immortal Yuanqing of the Yiqi Villa; the Great Master of the Xinyi Sect, the Lord of the Samadhi Cave, Zhongli Luan...
They were all killed by that man and died at the mountain gate!"
"what?!"
Inside and outside the painting, the expressions of those who heard this sentence changed drastically.
Especially the few people who were mentioned, their expressions were extremely wonderful.
"I am dead?"
On the roof of the restaurant, Tian Shezi's eyes turned cold, and everyone present frowned. Finally, they looked at Long Yingchan, the only one whose name was not called.
"..."
Long Yingchan was frowning and thinking, but when he noticed everyone's gaze, he became speechless:
"Why are you looking at me? I am 20 or 30 years older than you. When I was rehearsing this, I must have died of old age..."
“Is this the purpose of the court?”
Taoist Yuanqing, who was also named, was very calm. He stroked his chin in thought, but his eyes were fixed on the Taoist named Qi in the scroll.
But no matter how much he thought about it, he could not remember that there was such a person in the world.
How many years later did the event in this painting take place?
"'All of them were murdered by that person', who is that person?"
Long Xixiang frowned, he had been paying attention to the person in the painting. It was obvious that when "that person" was mentioned, both Wu Yingxing and the Taoist named Qi had fear and terror in their eyes.
The two great masters didn't even dare to mention that person's name...
"Old Dragon Head, Senior Brother Long, and Taoist Nie are all dead?!"
On the observatory, Li Yuan was greatly shocked and his eyes became dangerous. He glanced at everyone on the stage and all the rulers and ministers of Dayun were frowning with expressions of suspicion.
Finally, several people's eyes fell on Huang Longzi and Wan Zhuliu.
"There was nothing wrong with the God-peeking Festival."
Huang Longzi also frowned: "However, the past cannot be changed, and the future is uncertain. The future seen in this glimpse of the gods may not necessarily happen."
"Follow the flow..."
Emperor Qian looked at Wan Zhuliu, who had a calm expression and just held down the divine sword in his hand:
"I only believe in the sword in my hand and the armor on my body! Whether the scene in this painting is true or false, since I have seen it, it will not happen!"
Emperor Qian said nothing and looked up again.
In the scroll, the elderly Wu Yingxing and others were all shocked and asked for details.
The Taoist named Qi calmed down and said:
"My master predicted that a catastrophe would happen in the world, and sent me down the mountain to rescue him. However, 'that person' was so elusive that no matter how hard I tried to chase him, I was always one step late..."
At this point, he reached into his bosom and pulled out nine blood-red notes:
"That man killed nine seniors and left behind nine challenge notices..."
"After His Majesty was assassinated, that person also left a post."
Wu Yingxing also took out a bloody note and flicked it lightly. The people outside the picture could also see the six big words on the note.
"February 2, Tianyou Pass!"
Every word was written in blood, and the will contained in them was incredibly strong. Anyone who saw those six big words from across the scroll and high in the sky felt a chill in their hearts.
In a trance, I felt like I was falling into an ice cave!
"With the blood of ten great masters as a seal, this person, this person..."
On the observatory, Wu Yingxing's face changed several times. He looked at Emperor Qian, whose face looked frighteningly ugly, but he looked at Huang Longzi.
"I'm afraid it's this person."
Huang Longzi was also feeling quite solemn, but he was not as surprised and suspicious as the others.
There are not many people who can open Eight Directions Temple even in Tianshiyuan. It will not be surprising if such a world-class genius can accomplish anything big.
"Who is that person?"
Li Yuan frowned, feeling shocked and angry.
He didn't care whether Emperor Qian lived or died, but Old Dragon Head, Senior Brother Long, and Taoist Nie also died tragically at his hands. Who has such means?
Qin Yun?
Visitors from space?
Or the Dragon Demon Taoist?
"Where have I been?"
Looking up at the scroll, Li Yuan felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
According to the meaning of Taoist Qi's painting, Senior Brother Long has already broken through to the Grandmaster level. Unless he dies unexpectedly, he must have also become a Grandmaster.
So……
"The Taoist is dead?"
Li Yuan's face looked very ugly. He acted so cautiously, yet he still died?
As for running away, Master Li Dao had never thought about it. How could a moral role model like him who valued friendship and loyalty abandon the sect and run away alone?
"Absolutely not, I don't believe it!"
Li Yuan gritted his teeth and continued reading, his mind working rapidly.
"Tianyou Pass seems to be the place where the Great Yun Taizu Pang Wenlong and Gao Feiqing had their final battle, which led to the burning of the sky fire? It is said that more than a thousand years have passed, and there is no grass growing there..."
"The surname of this Changhong Sword Master is Qi? Could it be that he is the Qi Benchu that the Palace-carrying Spirit Turtle is looking for?"
"February 2nd..."
……
While Li Yuan's mind was wandering, the scene in the painting continued to advance.
Taoist Qi was invited to the palace. A group of royal family members were crying and shouting around the coffin. He took a look and was invited to a side hall.
"Senior Wu, where is the King of Zhenwu?"
His question immediately affected the Divine Capital City outside the painting. All the rulers and ministers of Dayun, as well as the people of Divine Capital, looked up and concentrated.
Seeing that Emperor Qian was dead, what everyone was most concerned about was the whereabouts of this pillar of fortune.
"Fifty years ago, Brother Wan entered the Bafang Temple and we have never been able to contact him since..."
Wu Yingxing sighed.
There was an immediate commotion in the Divine Capital City. Not to mention the ruler and his ministers, even the ordinary people in the Divine Capital City got the message from this sentence.
The painting shows the capital city of God fifty years later!
"His Majesty!"
On the observatory, Wan Zhuliu's expression changed and he knelt on one knee:
"My lord is guilty!"
Emperor Qian was silent for a moment before he reached out and helped him up:
"Maybe the Eight Directions Temple is open to the public but not to the public. What does it have to do with you? I believe you!"
"His Majesty!"
Ignoring the monarch and his minister, Li Yuan frowned. As expected, Wan Zhuliu entered the Bafang Temple after all, and he was unable to stop him.
But even so, I have 200 seventh-level incense sticks, and I have plenty of time to wait. There is no reason to fight with him head-on...
"How did I die?" Li Daoye murmured in his heart. All other things lost their weight in his mind. He stared at the scene in the scroll, trying to find any clues about himself.
The scene in the painting continues to move forward.
The Taoist named Qi explained his purpose and wanted to borrow incense and perform a ceremony to bring Wan Zhuliu back. After discussing with his ministers, Wu Yingxing finally agreed.
Afterwards, the light and shadow changed, and the flow of time suddenly accelerated, making Li Yuan, who was trying to find his own trace, quite anxious.
As the scene in the painting progressed, the city of Gods became more and more boiling with all kinds of discussions. The leaders of several major Taoist sects did not look very good.
"Fifty years later, no wonder, even if I took the longevity pill, I couldn't live past fifty years..."
Gazing at the scroll in the sky, Long Yingchan's mind was turning as he sorted out the messages revealed in the painting.
In the future, Long Xinglie broke through the Tiangang, became the Dragon and Tiger Taoist Master, and passed away. Long Xixiang and Nie Xianshan became the supreme elders... Fifty years later, the three were assassinated.
He pondered, and his brows gradually furrowed:
"Where's Li Yuan?!"
……
"Why am I not here?"
Qin Shixian was as confused as Li Yuan.
She glanced at the noisy tavern and found a secluded place. She looked up at the sky, and the more she looked, the more confused she became.
"Who is that person?"
Qin Shixian frowned, feeling both surprised and suspicious.
It turned out that the person who assassinated Emperor Qian was not me, could it be the old man?
Can……
She changed her mind and looked around. After avoiding people, she took out a bronze mirror and infused it with her true energy. Soon, the other end responded:
"Old man..."
……
In a secluded mountain forest, Chi Lian sat cross-legged under an umbrella with a pale face.
Qin Yun was sitting cross-legged on the lying cow stone nearby. At a certain moment, he seemed to be aware of something and took out a shining bronze mirror from his bosom. As soon as he opened it, Qin Shixian's voice came over:
"look!"
"Ok?"
Qin Yun frowned, but saw that the scene in the bronze mirror was reversed, and it actually reflected a huge city surrounded by purple mist.
"God's capital city?"
Qin Yun was stunned.
"This purple painting came from some kind of sacrifice in the imperial court..."
Qin Shixian quickly recounted what had just happened.
"Fifty years later, Emperor Qian was assassinated, and he killed ten great masters to write a letter... inviting the whole world to fight... Wan Zhuliu entered the Eight Directions Temple and stayed there for fifty years..."
Looking at the purple painting reflected in the mirror, Qin Yun couldn't help but squint his eyes.
"Is that you?"
On the other side of the mirror, Qin Shixian asked.
"..."
Qin Yun stroked his beard subconsciously: "Inviting the whole world to fight? Could it be that you want to force Wan Zhuliu to come out?"
hum~
He turned his wrist and infused his inner energy into it. The bronze mirror trembled and flew into the air, projecting the painting of the Divine Capital City right here.
"Um?!"
Chi Lian, who was meditating under an umbrella, looked up.
In the light and shadow, there is a scorched earth with no grass growing. The earth and hills are all dark. As far as the eye can see, there is only a majestic pass with traces of war.
"Let the ceremony begin!"
A voice was heard in the light and shadow.
A group of people trudged over, set up an altar on the scorched earth, and brought the flesh and blood of spiritual beasts, as well as the incense cauldron.
A Taoist priest with white hair on his temples was reciting a sacrificial text at the altar.
In the wilderness, the wind was howling, and hawks came flying from the sky, accompanied by bursts of high-pitched cries, and landed in front of the pass.
At this moment, whether it was Qin Yun and others thousands of miles away, or the Divine Capital, the Imperial City was in an uproar.
The scene in the purple scroll changed, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day of the February 2nd battle.
Among them, how the Taoist named Qi visited the mountains and contacted the masters of the world was just a flash, and even Li Yuan didn't see it clearly.
But at this moment, among the figures coming from all directions, he saw a familiar face!
"Jin Shengwu? This old guy is still alive?!"
"Yun Haisheng? The Seven Evil Sect actually produced a great master!"
"The sword light is invisible, breaking through the body. Is this Xie Wangsun? He has also broken through the Tiangang..."
"Who is that old man holding the umbrella? Hiss, he can actually refine the turtle form to such a level that at first glance, he almost doesn't look like a human anymore!"
……
In the picture, the strongest men in the world gathered at Tianyou Pass!
"Brother Jin Shengwu, Dou Yue, that's Le Kong? Pei Xingkong, Pei Jiu, Shi Qingyi, Yan Jiugong, Chu Tianzhu..."
Li Yuan saw many familiar faces.
Fifty years later, all the Taoist disciples have become masters, but except Jin Shengwu, no one has broken the Tiangang.
"Turtle Hermit!"
Li Yuan saw the spirit turtle carrying the palace. It was holding an umbrella and stopped to look at Tianyou Pass. He saw the light of Tianyun Xuanbing and Xie Wangsun, whose name he had only heard of.
But, I still didn’t see myself.
"...Is the Taoist really dead?"
Li Yuan fell into suspicion, but he felt something was wrong. There was no way he could get involved in such a big event that looked troublesome at first glance.
But looking back along the way, he really didn't find any trace related to himself.
He didn't know whether he was hiding too well or was dead...
Boom!
The scene in the painting changed very quickly. With a loud bang, the Taoist named Qi withdrew and the incense sticks rose into the sky like pillars, spreading to the far distance.
boom!
A few moments later, there was another loud bang.
Li Yuan's eyes focused, and he saw a familiar knife light in the direction of the incense, its color was as black as ink, and its power was as strong as a dragon.
"Inviting a fight? You're just a sewer rat who only knows how to attack by surprise..."
Before the people arrived, the sword light was already wrapped in the sound of thunder and explosion, slashing straight towards the Tianyou Pass in the wasteland, as if to cut this pass that could support more than 100,000 troops in two:
"You deserve it too!"
boom!
With one slash of the sword, heaven and earth became dark.
The world inside and outside the painting has lost all sound, and one can only see a sea of sword light covering the sky and earth, and a violent sword dragon rising from it!
"Supreme Grand Master!"
In the Divine Capital City, Long Yingchan and others felt as if their eyes were stung with pain. The power of this knife was so great that it had reached an extremely terrifying level.
However, such a brutal and terrifying knife, the moment it touched the Youguan, was like a clay cow entering the sea, disappearing in an instant.
"Crack!"
Under the gazes of countless people, the knife light disappeared, and then, the "void" above Tianyou Pass began to crack like a bronze mirror.
"That day, Youguan was transformed from someone else's divine realm!"
Qin Shixian, who was somewhere in the city, was shocked. She was so focused on watching Wan Zhuliu's sword that she actually ignored this point.
"Crack!"
In the painting, the Tianyou Pass transformed from the divine realm trembled violently and cracked. Immediately, an extremely high-pitched dragon roar resounded through the sky and came out from the painting.
"hold head high!"
As the actual dragon's roar echoed, all the birds, beasts and horses in the city of God were struck by lightning. Some cried out in pain, some crawled on the ground, and their feces and urine flowed everywhere.
"This is……"
In the Divine Capital City, everyone was horrified.
After Tianyou Pass was shattered and disappeared, it was replaced by a gigantic blue dragon as thick as a mountain and hundreds of feet long!
Its body is coiled like a snake, with only its dragon head raised high.
"This is?!"
On the Star Picking Platform, Li Yuan's body trembled. He felt the extremely strong dragon power from this blue dragon.
And a faint sense of familiarity!
"This is……"
There was another commotion in the Divine Capital. Countless people were either horrified or in awe. The aura of the Azure Dragon was too terrifying.
Huhu~
In the painting, all the warriors were speechless, only Wan Zhuliu was walking in the air. He was wearing a black tortoise armor, holding the Demon-Subduing Dragon Sword, looking up at the dragon head in the distance.
As if he had noticed something, his eyes shrank sharply as if they were stung:
"You actually..."
"Om~"
The airflow blown away by the dragon's roar came back, making the Taoist robe rustle.
"hold head high!"
The blue dragon lowered its head, and everyone saw that between the majestic dragon horns, there was a person sitting cross-legged. He was wearing a Taoist robe and holding a hammer across his knees.
At this moment, amidst the shocked, puzzled, or horrified looks in the eyes inside and outside the painting, he slowly stood up.
He raised the hammer, looked around, and finally looked at Wan Zhuliu:
"You are indeed unworthy of my invitation to a fight..."
His voice echoed with the dragon's roar. The moment he took a step forward and raised his hammer, the scroll made of purple air shattered and exploded with a bang.
Only that indifferent voice exploded in the air:
"Call the old ghost inside you to come together!"
boom!
In the void, light and shadow shattered, and the purple air collapsed inch by inch. Finally, in the eyes of those who were either dazed, speculative, or puzzled, it turned into five big words.
"The one who opened the temple is Li Yuan!"
(End of this chapter)