Ask the Mirror Chapter 210: The lingering sound of Linggang Jianming’s old spirit is still there
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This chapter was written during the day yesterday. I was out for something, so the word count is a bit short. Please forgive me.
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"What's going on?"
Peng Suo took a deep breath, and the group concluded the important matter on Xiyu Lake and were returning south along the Hongqiao "Juxian Bridge". Of course, they also saw this scene.
Although they are not relying on either side now, the Juxian Bridge is connected to the Linggang Mountain System and the place where the law of spiritual change works, and they can also detect the situation there.
Looking far to the north, I saw Ye Banshan's sword intention surrendering, standing alone in the scroll, ups and downs surrounded by the demonic tide; while in the southeast, although there was a sword intention echoing, there was no powerful swordsman. Fly up. Instead, there was a low groan from the waist, which was the echo of Chen Longchuan's sword.
He couldn't help but ask again: "What's going on?"
"The blood is on my head." Li Bocai responded with cold words.
When Peng Suo heard this, the golden light in his eyes was like a sword, and he glared angrily. At this moment, he completely forgot about the gap in status and cultivation. Just as Li Bocai said, blood surged in his heart, and he even grasped the hilt of the sword.
Although Creation and Purification have never been dealt with, he himself is of the Creation lineage, but at this moment, can he say such sarcastic words?
A sneer suddenly broke out from the side, and the one who laughed was the Lichen Sect disciple who was so bold that he took advantage of others' danger and almost "swallowed" Lingjiao alive.
Li Bocai and others have been busy with the affairs of the Witch God these days. [The negotiation with the Lichen Sect has long been forgotten. He also feels that this junior's swordsmanship can be regarded as a lineage of Lunjianxuan. Now he has returned south. He was taken away with Lingjiao conveniently.
This person seems to be named... Zhang Yan?
Although Zhang Yan was restrained by the sword and his whole body was weak, he still laughed. As for why he was laughing, there is no need to say.
Except for Lingjiao blinking at him fiercely, neither Li Bocai nor Peng Suo wanted to pay attention to him for whatever reason.
But at this time, Zhang Yan really wanted to say something: "I went to Chengdong Hou Jianyi and collected some relevant rumors and anecdotes. I have also admired the senior Fengbiao for a long time. Suddenly I felt that there were a few words , especially suitable for the occasion.”
Wan Tengshan next to him heard his sarcasm, and he was afraid that he couldn't say anything good. Just as he was about to seal his mouth, Zhang Yan chuckled and said:
"It's so smelly for thousands of miles..."
Along the way, the demonic tide rolled up and down the Hongqiao. The sword cultivators were shocked at first, and then changed their expressions.
At this time, Zhang Yan was already singing with a split throat:
"Thousands of miles are so fishy, but the eternal heroes are safe, when will the majesty be cleared?"
It seems that these monks "on the bridge" are too restless. Because of the powerful power of the Nine Palaces Demon Realm, the fierce demon tide threatens millions of demons. When they attack, they hit the iron plate and are instantly trapped. A sword cultivator swept away everything with his violent sword light.
However, the roar of swords in the sky cannot stop Zhang Yan's hoarse and off-key, but strong and fierce voice:
"No need to ask about evil luck, the sun will come from it!"
Thousands of miles are like this, but the eternal heroes are still there, when will the majesty be cleared? There is no need to ask about evil luck, the sun will come from it!
These words are what Chen Longchuan said back then.
It was given to Donghou by Chen Longchuan, who was also a junior swordsman, during the sword-witch battle. The gift of "Heri" corresponded to Donghou's intention of the Great Sun Sword, which had already been achieved at that time, and at the same time he also expressed his self-promotion.
There are few monks in Lunjianxuan who don’t know this story. Even a "backward" like Peng Suo is familiar with this allusion because he has carefully studied Chen Longchuan's past.
He knew that Zhang Yan just changed the word "witch" in "Why Ask about Witch Luck" into the word "devil".
How can people feel that the words and phrases that were so full of ambition and high-spirited back then are placed in today's scene?
Peng Suo tightened his grip on the sword hilt and lowered his eyes.
Li Bocai didn't care about everyone's emotions. The smile on his face didn't change. He still ignored Zhang Yan and only patted Peng Suo on the shoulder:
"So you should be a swordsman."
He looked back at the northern sky and murmured: "...there are really quite a few."
At this moment, like him, there are more than one hundred thousand or one million sword cultivators looking into the north sky!
Wan Qian Sword Cultivator's heart was filled with blood as he stared at the changes in the picture scroll.
On the distant sky scroll, there are high cliffs, snowy waves, and stacks of swords, but now, there is only a solitary Ye Banshan.
The demonic tide hits the sky and the shore, trying to suppress it completely.
The roar of Ye Banshan's true power sword struck the void, and no matter how many waves came from all directions, it remained motionless.
However, the picture scroll appears and disappears, rising and falling uncertainly, just like an isolated island in the sea, appearing and disappearing amidst the dangers of the sky and the sea.
Perhaps it is the empathy brought about by the same environment. Around the real Linggang Mountain, countless swordsmen can draw their swords instinctively, but what can they do?
The surroundings were calm, and a group of people were looking around with swords in their hands, confused and unsure of where they were going.
The peaks of the Spirit Gang chime together, reaching the extreme, and finally the sword energy soars into the sky, echoing the north land. However, this is the spontaneous resonance left by the swordsmanship of the past generations of sword immortals on Linggang Mountain. Although it is magical, it can only open a hole in the demonic tide and has no other effect.
"Hell!"
Someone knocked down the sword heavily, put it into the ground until it was hilt, and sat cross-legged on the ground. Inexplicably, his heart was filled with congestion, and there was a sense of sadness coming from it.
Looking up at Linggang Mountain - Linggang Mountain is very close at hand, with swords flashing back and forth. It seems to be out of the ordinary, but it is also clueless.
"This is so suffocating!"
Suddenly I heard the sound of gasping from the surroundings, and I looked up sharply, but there was a person separated from the demonic tide. It must be a strong man from the demon sect. He got a chance, and with the blessing of the demonic tide, he attacked Ye Banshan.
Although all the sword cultivators also know that the image of Ye Banshan reflected in the north sky is probably just the transformation of the sword's will, but in the battle with the Demon Sect, it is restricted here, and it is difficult to fully grasp the body, not to mention that a demon tide is covering the world at this moment. , I don’t know how many tribulation demons and demon lords from outside the world are keeping a close eye on Ye Banshan, waiting for him to show his flaws, they will attack him with a bang.
Seeing that the situation was in danger, Ye Banshan, who had been silently wielding his sword and fighting in all directions, suddenly looked furious and shouted:
"Tieper!"
The sound is like thunder, the sword is like lightning, thousands of miles of void, under a sword, the wind and clouds burst apart, only the strong and domineering sword intention spans the sky, whether it is a demon cultivator or a demon, it is like being bombarded by thunder. Erase it cleanly. For a moment, the world was clarified and the evil spirits lay low.
On the Linggang Mountain side, the sword cultivators who were originally worried that Ye Banshan would be outnumbered were stunned for a moment, and then burst into cheers.
Although the Banshan Sword Ancestor has been in seclusion for a long time to recuperate and never hears a sound, once he draws his sword, his heroic demeanor remains the same as before.
However, in the true world at this time, the demonic tide is basically endless, and the pure realm of thousands of miles is soon contaminated by the billowing turbidity.
But at this moment, Ye Banshan ignored the incoming wave of demons. He narrowed his eyes and turned his head slightly, as if he was listening.
After that thunderous sword strike, every move of this veteran swordsman had the power to affect people's hearts. On the Linggang Mountain side, which was still noisy and excited, thousands of sword cultivators actually became quiet one by one. No smell of breath.
I am in the south of the sky, and I am in the north of the earth. Only the bright moon shines, and we share the same world.
At that time, there was an ethereal message, which melted into the moonlight and could only be felt by the heart.
Just like in Linggang Mountain at this moment, many people seemed to hear the lingering sound that gradually disappeared in the empty sky after the thunderous sword light swept away.
The demonic tide surged, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, and the chaotic noise drowned out the last "remaining sound".
Ye Banshan opened his eyes, still ignoring the approaching demonic tide, only looking at the beautiful scenery of mountains and seas rising and falling in the void, deserted and empty, even the sword intent that had resonated before was also consumed by the impact of the demonic tide. Gradually there is a tendency to change the tone.
Although the sword's intention was directed, sweeping across the world and killing demons, there was no familiar echo.
He smiled to himself: "I'm old...how can I say that, boss?"
Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, the smile does not change: "Maybe I tricked you, but I will do my job in this matter! Thousands of people are like this, and so is one person!"
The energy roared, the cold light cracked the sky, and the demonic tide that had rushed towards the face was dispersed again. In the blink of an eye, a pure land was spread, and there was a brilliant sword intent, like the thunder of Jiuren, one sound was suppressed and the other was stronger. One sound, the sound was extremely loud, but the sound of thunder was vast, and everything was silent.
At this moment, there is a generous and tragic voice, tearing the void:
"Raise your head to the floating clouds in the northwest, and you must have a long sword to rely on the sky thousands of miles away!"
Above the snowy waves on the high cliff, Ye Banshan stood alone with his sword, dancing in the sky. The sword wind stirred up the waves, as strong as a rainbow.
The North Sky Sword Scroll was empty and silent; but around Tiannan Linggang Mountain, thousands of sword cultivators rose up, raised their arms and swords, and roared in harmony, some even until hot tears fell down their throats. Hoarse, but also unable to stop the sound:
"Raise your head to the floating clouds in the northwest, and you must have a long sword to rely on the sky thousands of miles away!"
The spirit guide shook, the peaks hummed, and the buzzing sound was endless.
At this moment, in the southeastern sky, with a radius of 100,000 miles, the sword energy surged in layers, rushing straight into the sky, and the turbid energy of the Nine Heavens Demonic Tide dissipated in an instant.
Li Bocai and his party, who were on the Juxian Bridge, were also stimulated by the sword energy and were speechless for a moment.
Peng Suo took a few deep breaths and looked back to the north. His sight unexpectedly caught sight of something strange, and he immediately shifted his direction:
"Over there..."
Li Bocai followed his line of sight and pointed to a place in the northwest of the central part. The place was originally covered by the demonic tide, but for some unknown reason, the waves surged, opening up a pure land, and under the pressure of the demonic tide, it disappeared and appeared. .
Wantengshan asked curiously: "Is there any senior swordsman..."
On one side, Zhang Yan laughed again: "You of the Creation lineage are too forgetful, have you forgotten the sword garden?"
In fact, Wan Tengshan said half of what he said and had already woken up, but was still despised by Zhang Yan. But he was not annoyed, just silent.
Sword Garden, that destroyed and forgotten cemetery.
People say that this place can be seen late at night, with the glory of bullfights.
Zhang Yan laughed coldly: "The legacy of the spirit outline has been buried in the garden for a long time, eight out of ten... eh."
The word "nine" was not spoken, but Peng Suo hit him **** the abdomen with the scabbard of his sword, causing his whole body to bend into shape.
As for Peng Suo, when he raised his face again, his eyes were red.
This time, no one stopped him, not even Lingjiao, who only glanced at Zhang Yan secretly.
Peng Suo stood on the Hongqiao, holding the Longchuan sword with his fingers, his joints turned white, facing Li Bocai, and said hoarsely:
"Senior Brother Bocai, Peng Suo says goodbye today!"
"Oh, where are you going?"
Peng Suo took a long breath, suddenly smiled, looked north to the sky, and whispered:
"I pity Jun Zhongxiaowu the most, saying, 'A man is determined to die'..." i1292