Chapter 343

The prosperous Tang Dynasty, the warring Dynasty, the Qin and Jin Dynasties,

There is an unknown island in the middle of the three capitals,

It was deserted and abandoned for many years,

But when the white clouds curled around the island, the lifeless Island burst into vitality,

Dead trees sprout and plants begin to grow,

Many unknown birds and animals began to appear on the island,

It's thriving,

The melodious sound of the flute came from far to near. It turned out that Mo Wuji, who was treading on clouds, came from afar with a group of believers,

When these people set foot on the island,

What's more, the rain comes from the sky and everything recovers,

"Sir, is this what you call paradise?"

"Sir, are you an immortal?"

"What shall we call you, sir?"

In the face of people's questions, Mo Wuji still plays his flute without saying a word,

The jingling jade pendant at the waist attracted people's attention,

Looking at the constantly changing words "Xian" and "ru",

It seems that they all know why to call Mo Wuji,

Virtuous scholars,

Sage Confucian,

The prophet who led them to paradise,

Perhaps because they have regained their confidence in survival, those people have set up temporary shelters on the island one after another. As long as there are prophets, life will be better and better in the future,

That's what they believe,

The flute stops,

Mo Wuji stands at the top of the island and looks into the distance,

A reed carrying monks is approaching slowly,

On the other hand,

A huge ship was also coming towards them. Above the bow stood a young woman in white,

"You're here, too."

Mo Wuji said calmly,

"Here we are."

The monk and the woman responded at the same time,

This is their common belief. Guided by God, they re opened up a healthy and rich world,

God,

Will not abandon the wandering world, so I chose them as the apostles on earth, acting as God's power in the world and benefiting all sides

hades,

The temple of the son of heaven,

The dead soul that should have died disappeared for no reason,

Cui Yu wanted to tell the emperor of Yin about it anyway,

At first, Shen Lian thought that some ghosts had taken advantage of the opportunity of the hell to deal with the war Dynasty, so he didn't track down too much,

So the matter soon ended,

Now it is in charge of a huge area, and the number of negative differences has become vacant,

So he plans to select a group of mortal souls who can be competent for Yin soldiers from the dead city,

As a consideration,

Wei Zheng was appointed to take charge of the matter, with friars who died fighting ghosts as the main candidates, followed by capable ministers and generals, and finally sages and hermits from all sides,

There should not be too many candidates, 30000 immediately, and the time is not limited,

Shen Lian thought that after the recruitment of these Yin soldiers, the war Dynasty could gradually recover its vitality. At that time, he would send Yin soldiers there to maintain the order of yin and Yang,

As everyone knows,

There are cracks in his beautiful blueprint for the future,

In the distant mountains,

A closed family,

A pair of old eyes suddenly opened,

He was stunned,

Seems to be full of doubts about what you perceive,

Dong Dong,

The closed stone gate burst open,

Hundreds of clansmen went to the secret room to welcome the old ancestor out of the pass,

"My grandson is a sea of clouds."

Murong asked,

"Grandpa, didn't you let the Shaofu master go to the common customs to experience?"

A Murong family responded,

"Then why is his life card broken."

"This..."

Every member of Murong family has a life card. People are in the card, and people's death card is broken,

The Murong family couldn't answer their ancestors' questions one after another,

Murong Yunhai has been training down the mountain for a long time. No one knows what happened to him,

However, with the permission of my ancestors, I went down the mountain this time,

Murong Yunhai left with 500 sword slaves. How could he die,

"Have you ever cared about the safety of the sea of clouds?"

Seeing that the people were silent, my grandfather was even more angry and pressed them,

"Grandpa, you once said that you must not leave Murong mansion without your order. Nephew Yunhai, we have nothing to do about this accident."

Murong Xu explained,

"So even if he died, you all thought nothing had happened."

"I dare not. I will obey my grandfather's arrangement. If I want to avenge Yunhai, Murong Xu will immediately lead the sword slave down the mountain to seek revenge."

"No need."

With a wave of Murong's long sleeve,

Murong Yunhai is his favorite grandson. Now he is dead outside. As a grandfather, how can he stand idly by,

What's more?

The hundred years of his residence have made the world forget the reputation of the Heavenly Sword Murong,

It's time to reclaim your former glory,

At the same time, we should also seek justice for Murong Yunhai,

"From now on, the Murong family will go down the mountain. I want to find out who killed my Yunhai grandson."

"Yes."

The Murong family were frightened,

I'm going out of the mountain myself,

Murong family,

Finally coming back to earth,

A hundred years ago, in order to cultivate his unique skill "Da Zhou Tian Jian Jue", Murong chose to take the whole family into seclusion,

To ensure that you can concentrate on the subtlety of Tianjian's decision,

Second, it can ensure that Murong house will not be invaded by strong enemies when you are not in Murong's house,

Now the Da Zhou Tianjian formula has been completed,

There is no need for Murong to stay in the small mountains,

Three hundred Murong family members and five thousand sword slaves immediately followed my father down the mountain,

Murong Yunhai once saved a group of villagers in distress when he went down the mountain. Now he knows more about the bloody battle in the ten thousand mile border town from the villagers,

Murong took the lead in going to the Wanli border town and wanted to find out with the current clues,

Whoever killed his grandson,

Murong must let him repay his blood debt,

"Fly a kite, fly a kite."

Half of the desolate Wanli border city has been deeply plunged into the abyss,

The remaining half is also broken walls, and the blood once sprinkled on it has completely turned black,

A thin old man holding a kite line ran aimlessly on it,

His long messy hair still couldn't hide his sharp eyes, but except for his sharp eyes, everyone knew he was crazy,

Gu Changqing was cured by Fang Xiaoxian, and even his broken tongue was connected,

But the crazy soul can't be changed,

Whatever the turmoil in the world,

In his heart, what remains unchanged is the scenery,

It's your crazy heart,

"Gu Lao, please slow down. There is a cliff ahead. You accidentally fell down in one."

Sima Lianghuan and his two disciples Jianchen and Jianxing were behind Gu Changqing,

Recently, some villagers always reported that there seemed to be ghosts around the Wanli border city, so Sima Lianghuan took his disciples out to check the situation and asked Gu to come out to relax,

He always stayed in Xiaoyao sect. Before nightfall, Gu Changqing would sit under the plaque of "Xiaoyao sect" and cry from time to time,

No one knows what he's crying about,

I don't know what a madman has to cry,

But Sima Lianghuan knew,

Gu Changqing was awake only when she cried bitterly,

Maybe at that moment,

He will miss his door,

Miss your daughter,

Miss what you used to be,

But when the only memory is blurred, he will become the crazy Gu again,

Suddenly,

A strong sense of oppression swept over the ten thousand mile border city,

Sima Lianghuan's face suddenly became dignified. He hadn't felt this powerful power from the living people for a long time,

If he had to describe it, he had only felt the sense of oppression from the six virtuous people,

Murong came to Gu Changqing,

The sword eyebrows and eyes are as strong as hawks and falcons,

Even Gu Changqing, a madman, was scared to stay where he was and didn't dare to move,

"Who are you?"

Murong asked Sima Lianghuan and other humanitarians,

"I'm Sima Lianghuan of Xiaoyao sect. They are my disciples. Gu is also the former elder of Xiaoyao sect, but he's crazy now."

"I'm not interested in a madman."

Murong's father walked past Gu Changqing with great strides,

The thin body sat motionless on the ground,

"Xiaoyao sect? I haven't heard of it."

"I ask you, have you experienced the war in Wanli border town a long time ago?"

Murong came straight to the point,

"Personal experience, never forget."

"Have you heard of the name Murong cloud sea?"

"Oh, you said that Murong's younger generation did contribute to the war, but he went to the wilderness later."

"In that case, you know my grandson."

Hum,

Sima Liang was surprised and called Murong Yunhai his grandson. Isn't he the ancestor of the Murong family,

Such legendary figures even appeared in the Wanli border town. No wonder they felt scared,

"I'm lucky to make friends. Mr. Murong is extremely intelligent and has unparalleled talent. He will be able to stir up the Murong family's name over time."

Sima Lianghuan is telling the truth,

With Murong Yunhai's talent, although he is destined to surpass the six Taoists in the future, it is definitely the existence of the best among people, not to mention the Murong mansion behind him,

Hearing that someone praised his grandson, Murong's stern face finally showed a touch of relief, but then more sadness,

"Unfortunately, he didn't have that life."

"Does Murong Laozu think Murong cloud sea is not qualified?"

"No, it's Yunhai's grandson who doesn't have that fate. He's dead."

Dead???

Sima Lianghuan was even more surprised,

In an instant, he understood why Murong's father appeared here. His beloved grandson was killed, which led to the existence of Murong's father,

"Thank you for your information. I will personally go to the wilderness to investigate the situation. If I find out who hurt him, I will kill him."

Old Murong angrily waved his palm and hit the wall around him,

In an instant,

The palm power was converted into sword Qi and directly cut off a corner of the ten thousand mile border city,

The endless sword fell straight into the abyss,

Sima Lianghuan also wanted to ask for some details, but the figure of Murong's ancestor had disappeared from his place,

Murong Yunhai is dead,

Looking at the Qin and Jin Dynasties, are there still such powerful ghosts?

I don't think it's realistic, but old Murong has left, and Sima Lianghuan can only quickly bring the news back to Xiaoyao sect. If it's really done by ghosts, maybe Xiaoyao sect can help,