Chapter 642

Inscriptions: Mystery and guidance - Jin Dynasty: Wang Zhe

Even in my spare time, there is no obstacle. Looking at Jinbo Qingdai alone. Turning back, I suddenly saw outside the barren forest.

A pile of children, skeletons lying, green Shanei. Lonely and miserable, who is the main, and volleyball. Empty dazzle eyes, dust plug.

Rain, wind, sun and stars. Change jobs and increase, heavy and heavy load. Foreign lands, what guests, what age.

What happens when you encounter mystical guidance.

(Wang Zhe seems to be Wang Chongyang... Er...)

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Tianguang peak is quiet.

The clouds floating to other peaks gathered back, pale like Zhao Layue's face.

She was defeated by Fang Jingtian's sword.

To be exact, Fang Jingtian didn't make a sword, because she didn't make a sword either.

No one thinks Zhao Layue is overestimating her strength, and no one dares to despise her - even if Fu Si sword is not around, she still shows an extremely powerful and even terrible Kendo cultivation, which is the horror of the invisible sword the day after tomorrow.

Any strong practitioner at the peak of breaking the sea may not be her opponent at that moment.

The problem is that Fang Jingtian is a big thing in the sky. It is already extraordinary and above the sea of clouds.

There are not many blood stains on the peak, because Zhao Layue has shed too much blood in the snow field a few days ago, and because Fang Jingtian can't do his best.

First of all, it is due to his status. This is the demeanor he should have. Secondly, the more important reason is... There are always two eyes staring at him on Bihu peak.

Those eyes are very cold, but once crazy, they must be extremely crazy and bloodthirsty.

In fact, most of the blood stains on the ground are Zhuo rusui.

Before Zhao Layue, he grabbed the sword.

Swallowing boat sword is really powerful. His realm strength is indeed superior to the practitioners of the same generation, but he lost more simply than Zhao Layue, or he conceded defeat more simply.

It's no shame that you can't win a person like Fang Jingtian.

The minor injuries he suffered were just some light punishment imposed by Fang Jingtian.

But at this time, he acted like he was seriously injured and dying. He leaned against the arms of crossing Nanshan and kept crying.

Even the sparrow mother can't see it.

Is this over?

Of course not.

The Yuan opera has summoned the nameless strange sword with gray, seven turns and eight folds, strange appearance and some reflective crystal on the surface.

Of course he will lose, but then there are younger martial sister Yushan, elder Chi Yan, Lei Yijing, Yao Songshan, and countless young disciples who still remember Jing Jiu.

Thinking about what would happen next, he felt very beautiful.

Tong Yan is right. Fang Jingtian's meaning is not right. He needs to care more about serving the public. He will not dare to kill at will.

I can't beat you. Can't I drag you?

It's just a pity that younger martial brother and a Piao are not here, and elder martial brother Gu Qing is not here, otherwise it will be lively today.

Thinking of these things, Yuanqu has come to the field, saluted Fang Jingtian Gong and said, "disciple..."

According to Tong Yan's plan, he should say a long paragraph at this time, vaguely indicating his identity as a disciple of the yuan family in Lelang County, and then what... But he didn't think that his next words were not heard at all, so he was drowned in a cry of surprise.

The Yuan opera was a little surprised. Looking at the sky along the people's line of sight, I couldn't help but be surprised.

The sea of clouds between the nine peaks of the green mountain is calm, like white wool felt, but in the real world outside the green mountain array, there are clouds flowing with the wind.

Those clouds are gradually separating, revealing the sky behind. It looks like more than ten blue ruts leading to unknown places.

Such a picture must not be the natural creation of heaven and earth. Where does it come from?

People looked at the sky in shock and talked about it.

"What's going on?"

"Which sect's Dharma boat passed by?"

"Impossible, there is no such a fast Dharma boat in the world."

"Is this a sign?"

Fang Jingtian's silver eyebrows floated slightly, Guangyuan immortal was a little confused, and the curtain of the green curtain sedan car moved slowly without wind.

More and more people are approaching the truth.

Such a vision is likely to be a sign of great things in heaven and earth.

The strange omen of heaven and earth originated in the north. Is it a great figure of Zhongzhou school who entered the Mahayana period!

Thinking of this possibility, the green mountain disciples looked a little dignified.

"No... no, this... Is a sword... A sword." Elder Mo Chi suddenly said.

The people were even more surprised and thought that the Xihai sword sect had been destroyed and closed the mountain without grace. There were few sects in the world that used swords, and fewer could produce great things. Qingshan sect... Who is in the north?

"Is it elder martial brother Gu Qing?" Someone asked in disbelief.

"Impossible." Zhuo Ru had long forgotten to cry pain and said with ridicule, "with his talent, it's impossible to repair it for another 300 years."

When people talked, the ruts in the sea of clouds became wider and wider, and the smell was clearer and clearer.

Zhuo rusui looked slightly changed and thought of some possibility. Then, more and more people thought of it.

Suddenly, the year-round fog on the Yunxing peak disappeared without a trace. Countless swords and sword embryos appeared from the cliff and bowed slightly to the far north.

More than a hundred years ago, when Qingshan read out Liu Ci's imperial edict, there was a similar picture, but today's scene is better than that of that year.

This scene proved the conjecture in people's hearts, and everyone was shocked.

Did the real leader wake up in Chaoge city?

No, not only did he wake up, but he entered the realm of heaven!

Lei Yijing, Yao Songshan and other green mountain disciples were surprised and bowed in the direction of the distant north and Chaoge city.

Then more and more green mountain disciples knelt down.

The ruts in the sea of clouds turned out to be the traces of the sword.

The shock did not end there.

Countless more subtle but equally lofty sword meanings emerge from among the green mountains and peaks and go to the sky.

The people were shocked. Looking back, they found that the very thin sword meaning came from Qingrong peak.

Martial uncle Meili's eyes were bright and his face was slightly red. He was very excited. The girls jumped up happily and kept shouting.

Those very thin sword ideas came to the sky and connected with those sword ideas from the north, like a big net, covering the whole green mountain.

This is the sword string of unprovoked sword technique.

Fang Jingtian looked towards Qingrong peak with a complicated expression and said, "Congratulations, younger martial sister."

The sword strings moved slightly and made a moving sound like the sound of a sword. It was because someone fell on it.

Nan forgot to walk over from Qingrong peak, barefoot stepping on the sword string, and the silver bell rang with it. There was no intention of dust, but more like a playful little girl.

The sword string moved for no reason. It was impossible to confirm the position at all. So was her body. She was at the top of the mountain more than ten miles away and at the head of the clouds, like drunk.

This is the realm of heaven.

With a light bang, she landed at the top of Tianguang peak, slightly raised her small face, and the other Jingtian said, "elder martial brother, do you still want to compete for the position of leader now?"

The peak was quiet. Everyone was waiting for Fang Jingtian's answer, but they had guessed his answer.

Nan forgot to break the border just now. I don't think he is his opponent. The problem is that the man has awakened and stepped on the highest sky in one step.

The broken plum composed of sword meaning appeared in the sky again.

Fang Jingtian returned to Xilai peak.

Looking at the dozens of sword lights left in the sky, Nan forgot to turn his mouth, turned to Zhao Layue and said, "is it worth it? For such a man. "

Zhuo rusui thought that I was the first one to kill... But he didn't know that Zhao Layue really wanted to die today and wanted to prevent Fang Jingtian from becoming the leader of green mountain.

Nan forgot to know this very well before he raised this question.

Zhao Layue said, "in your eyes, he is a man. In some people's eyes, he is a sword. In my eyes, he is him."

Zhuo rusui couldn't understand what they were talking about more and more. He said to Nan forgetting, "aunt, if you come out earlier, we don't have to be hurt so badly."

"You want to use me well."

South forget cold hum, negative hand walked to the cliff side, looked at the direction of Chaoge city in the distance of the sea of clouds.

If Jing Jiu didn't wake up suddenly and go to heaven step by step, she didn't want to lower his head. If she wanted to go to heaven, she was afraid it would take decades.

Zhao Layue probably understood the cause and effect and didn't say anything.

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Heaven and earth produce great things, and there are visions. Coupled with the movement outside the walls of the old plum garden, the imperial city and the West City, the whole Chaoge city was shocked. People poured into the street, looked at the neatly separated sea of clouds and talked excitedly.

Well nine took Liu ten years old into Chaoge city and appeared in everyone's sight. Seeing that beautiful face, the people of Chaoge city soon guessed his identity. They separated like the tide and gave way to the street. Their sight was full of awe and curiosity. Many people had knelt down and kept kowtowing.

Nine hundred years after the well disappeared from the world, the legend is still there.

When Liu was ten years old, he followed him, felt countless hot lines of sight, vaguely guessed some things, and was inevitably nervous.

The spring rain washed away the dust in Chaoge city. The dark eaves and corners of Taichang Temple finally recovered some vitality and pointed out the direction more prominently.

Looking at Taichang temple, it didn't take long for them to come to Jingzhai.

This is now the forbidden area of Chaoge city. Those people who followed were blocked outside by the array, and the streets became much quieter.

Jing Jiu looked at the Buddhist temple across the street and said, "hard work."

Sitting in the depths of the Buddhist temple, Chan Zi grabbed the stick in front of him, told the monk to pack up and said, "hurry to Baicheng. I don't want to see him."

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