A Sword Through the Nine Heavens Chapter 78: The head is missing

From dawn to sunset, the day actually flies very quickly. But this day, to everyone in Luochen Mountain, seemed extremely long, they really realized what it means to live like years.

It is approaching dusk, and there is no smoke rising from the Luochen Mountain.

Everyone did not practice, sitting on the big rock halfway up the mountain, looking at the sky in a daze, everyone hoped that a familiar figure would appear in the sky, and then Kongkong and Miao Miao would jump on his shoulders. Pulling his beard and complaining, the others can't wait to eat his cooking.

But apart from the flurry of birds, no shadow appeared in the air. This daze was a whole day. There was no wind at all halfway up the mountain, and the atmosphere was a bit depressing.

"I'm going out to find!" Kiba couldn't sit still anymore, he jumped from the rock with an anxious look on his face.

"You are not allowed to go!" Lan Linger grabbed Mu Yu, "I'll talk about it when Big Brother and Uncle An come back."

Master should have returned a few days ago. At that time, the competition was over. Master said that he would return to the Fallen Chen faction immediately, while Mu Yu and Cheng Yan rushed to Fulong Mountain. But now that the two of them came back, and the master had no news, Kiba and Chengyan panicked.

Ordinarily, if the master does not come back, they will not worry at all, after all, the master's cultivation level will not suffer in the cultivation world. But at this moment, a young man in red was looking for him, and that man even had to kneel at his feet.

The strength of the young man in red can’t be resisted by anyone in the Moyun Mountains. He is looking for Jianyingchenfeng, and Jianyingchenfeng is the master. Master has disappeared for so many days without knowing it. ?

"Big Brother and Uncle An should be back soon, let's not worry." Xiang Nan said, he said that, in fact, he also wants to go out to find someone.

Waiting is painful, no one wants to wait.

Everyone knows that the young people in red are looking for Jianying Chenfeng, except for Lan Linger, everyone else is surprised. No one can resist that person's strength in the Moyun Mountains. When they heard that Daoist Qingsong was kneeling at the feet of the young people, they were also shocked.

"Miaomiao, Master will be fine, right?" Sitting empty on the ground, drawing on the ground with a branch in his hand, but looking at the sky.

"Yeah! Master is so powerful, how could something happen!" Miao Miao didn't fight with Kongkong anymore. They didn't make trouble everywhere, but sat honestly. A powerful person may have captured Master. They like to stick to Master every day. If something happens to Master, where would they be happy?

"If the young man in red catches the master, what will he do to the master?" Mu Yu was thinking about the possibility that he least wants to see.

Master never left without saying a word, and never disappeared for so many days for no reason. When everything came together, he knew that the young man in red might already know that Feng Haochen is a sword. Shadow dust wind.

Mu Yu is a little bit self-blaming, he and Cheng Yan should have come back with Master that day. But the master himself is also the cultivation base of the Golden Core period. If the young man in red has determined that his master is Jianyingchenfeng, with the cultivation base of the three of them, can he compete with the young man in red?

He doesn't know, even try it!

"Big brother is back!" The sharp eyes jumped in the air.

Everyone hurriedly stood up, watching the shadow of the promise in the sky getting bigger and bigger, and finally fell down, and everyone surrounded them.

"Any news?" Kiba asked eagerly.

Accepting that his expression was a little tired, he shook his head: "I went to Qingsongpai to inquire quietly. The master is not there, and there is no master's shadow in the school. But I got a bad news."

"It's bad enough that the master is gone, what's worse?" Kiba sat back on the rock again.

"The Qingsong Taoists have entered the realm of the Nascent Soul Stage. They will hold a celebration ceremony one month after the Qingsong School. The invitation has been sent to all the schools, and they will discuss how to destroy the Fulong Mountain Youmen Demon Clan. ." Chengyan said.

Did Taoist Qingsong have reached the Yuan Ying stage?

Except Kiba, everyone else was shocked again. Yuan Ying period has always been a legendary existence for them, and no one has ever seen it or thought about it. If it hadn’t already been known that the young people in red were the cultivators of the Yuan Ying stage, and they might have captured the master, they might not believe it.

"Other schools have suffered such a heavy loss in Fulong Mountain this time, will they be willing to participate?" Lan Linger asked.

"At the request of the strong in the Yuan Ying period, you must participate if you don’t participate! The head of each sect must be trembling in front of the Taoist Qingsong. In the past, it was only courtesy and thoughtful. After all, everyone is a Jin Dan period. The Taoist made it possible for the heads of all schools to kneel down! Who dares to complain?" Mu Yu said solemnly.

Taoist Qingsong is not terrible, it is the young man in red behind Taoist Qingsong!

What is the purpose of the red-clothed young people spending a lot of time to help Taoist Qingsong break through the primordial infant stage? Even if he wants to find Jianying Chenfeng through Taoist Qingsong, is there a difference between Taoist Qingsong in the Golden Core period and Taoist Qingsong in the Yuan Ying period?

This is the question Kiba has been thinking about, and it is also the most difficult point. The old tree leader told him that the spiritual power of the trapped immortal prison is scattered, and there is not enough for a golden core cultivator to break through to the Nascent Soul stage. If the young people in red want to help the Qingsong Taoist break through to the Nascent Soul stage, they will inevitably pay some significant Cost, are these costs really worth it?

"What about our school? Do you want to participate?" Xiang Nan asked.

One month later is the celebration ceremony. Daoist Qingsong wants people in the world to worship him as a god. Would they dare not participate?

"Wait until Uncle An comes back to make a decision. I went to Qingsong Pie to inquire secretly, but I can't find out anything in fact—"

Acceptance didn’t go on, and everyone knew it in their hearts. Although Cheng Yan had quietly visited the Qingsong faction and learned that all the heads of the sect had returned a few days ago. But if the red-clothed young people started secretly, where would they find out?

Maybe the master is in a certain dungeon of the Qingsong Sect at the moment, the Qingsong Sect is as big as it is, and there are two Yuanying stage practitioners guarding it. How can they find someone?

"I went to practice." Mu Yu stood up suddenly, and flew towards the mountain without looking back.

Everyone looked at Kiyu who had left suddenly, and then sighed heavily. If the master is in the Qingsong faction, can they go to the Qingsong faction to save people with their current strength?

The enemy is like the huge waves of the vast sea, and they are like a lone boat under the huge waves. How to resist?

Strength! Only strength is the most important.

For several days, there was no news of Feng Haochen, and Luochen Mountain lost the laughter of the past. Uncle An came back every day and then left. He did not give up looking for the head. Cheng Yan also followed out, and the others settled down to cultivate. Their cultivation level was too low to help.

In the past few days, I promised to bring some news, because Daoist Qingsong broke into the Nascent Soul Stage, and the whole world of cultivation has exploded. This unprecedented event made everyone have to pay attention to it. Even mortals who didn't know how to cultivate knew that Taoist Qingsong had become a living god.

Mu Yu spent his nights and sleeps cultivating on Luochen Cliff, but his cultivation level has not improved, in fact, he can't deceive himself. Cultivating the Luochen Mind Method emphasizes calmness of the mind, and he can't calm his mind at all. He always couldn't help thinking about the current situation of the master, he was very anxious, his swordsmanship fluctuated and was chaotic.

What if he has a tyrannical talent? Even if he is the so-called person who controls the situation in the world? His strength is still so weak that anyone can kill him, not even the master can protect him.

The two shadow swords are separated in the air, and when the figure of Kiba flashes, they have turned into two people, one holding a shadow, the phantom under his feet has evolved, the two shadows have been intertwined, and the sword light is lasing , The sword aura is vertical and horizontal, and the spiritual aura in the sky is like losing control. It is scattered, and the leaves of the old banyan tree on the Fallen Cliff are rolled up, blown, and turned into powder.

"Ding!"

A red flying sword struck, and the red light soared, smashing a clone of Kiyu to pieces. The red flying sword was as soft and unrestrained as a continuous stream of water, hitting Kiyu's figure. Retreat every moment.

"I want to fight."

Lan Ling'er lightly fell in front of Mu Yu, and the sword in her hand shook suddenly. The red glow was everywhere, and the sword body was full of precious energy. The body of the sword flashed with flowing light, soft with rigidity, to rigid to soft. Her sword was named Qingbing. This name was supposed to be a cold sword, but in Lan Ling'er's hands it was like a flame.

Mu Yu said nothing, the cyan shadows turned into sword shadows all over the sky, and they walked towards Lan Ling'er.

"Falling Shadows and Disillusionment"

Lan Ling'er Qingbing sword shadow rises into the sky, the sword aura is blooming, like a fire lotus, one sword transforms nine shadows, and violent spiritual power ripples in the air, shattering the sky full of sword shadows , And Mu Yu turned around, and the sword in his hand had already pierced Lan Ling'er.

Lan Linger's body tilted, the tip of the sword turned lightly, and the streamer removed, dispelling the endless sword force of Mu Yu. Her sword aura is strong and soft, sometimes like cold gold iron, sharp and domineering, sometimes Like cotton, others' swords are always unable to hit their full strength.

Master said ~IndoMTL.com~The nine styles of falling to dust, different people have different sword strengths, and your sword is just like your heart.

Looking at Lan Ling'er's frowning brows, Mu Yu suddenly understood that in this mountain, he was not the only one who was disturbed by things. Everyone cares about Master's safety. If everyone is in a state of impetuousness, who can make the most correct judgment?

Master said, cultivating immortals is the heart, and the sword technique of falling dust is about calming the heart.

Kiha took a deep breath, his heart slowly stabilized, and the shadows stopped shaking.

One person, one sword, one heart, complicated sword styles can sometimes be very simple.

A faint cyan light gradually permeated the sword body, like a vigorous vegetation, with a hint of majestic aura, and the sword aura was overwhelming. The flying sword in Lan Linger's hand was intertwined with a red glow on her chest, and the red glow wrapped her in between, blocking the shadow of Mu Yu's sword. However, Mu Yu's sword shadow is like the grass blown by the spring breeze, and the vitality comes one after another, shattering Lan Ling'er's red light, and the heavy sword shadow falls on Lan Ling'er.

Lan Linger's steps are full and jerking, she has already risen from the ground, and Mu Yu's sword shadow explodes on the ground, the sky is full of smoke, and the rubble is beating.

The two people pulled apart, and then rushed towards each other in the same place. The spiritual power exploded centered on the two of them, sweeping away, and the sound of aura was endless on the cliff.

The smoke cleared, Lan Ling'er's right arm was slightly bent, and the sword in his hand pierced Mu Yu's chest just an inch, and Mu Yu's sword was placed on Lan Ling'er's neck.

"I am really worried about Master."

Lan Linger suddenly threw away the Qingbing sword and threw it into Mu Yu's arms. Tears could no longer stop, pouring out, soaking Mu Yu's clothes.

The shadow in Mu Yu's hand has disappeared, and he is holding Lan Ling'er tightly. The beloved girl is crying in his arms, but he can do nothing. He wants to cry, but he knows that he can't cry. There is always someone who needs to be strong.

Her heart is troubled, and his heart is calm.