Meng 49 sword

Chapter 235

At the entrance of Jinman's riot at Futu Temple, Jinling's Princess Yihe is also facing a major event that can change her future path—the Fairy Tanghua returns to Jinling, holding an unnamed sword in her hand.

The appearance of the Tangled Flower Fairy shocked the world.Many people doubted her identity, but when they saw that she just waved her hand and subdued the Wishful Bead, none of them dared to speak.

Everyone in the Wang family wept with joy and knelt down in front of their ancestors one by one, feeling that they had found their backbone.The Wang family suffers. Most of the city of Jinling was destroyed. Wang Jing, Wang Changlin, and Wang Ziqian died one after another. Now even Wang Ziling, who entrusted their last hope, is missing. What should they do?

A thousand-year-old family is about to be destroyed!

Fairy Tanghua remembered the little fat man who talked a lot, and his impressions were neither good nor bad, but she didn't want to pay much attention to the crying of the clansmen.The tangled flowers belong to the Wang family, so she has guarded the shore of Mochou Lake for more than [-] years, and has done everything that needs to be done.Since many years ago, she has become a Fuyao mountain person, cut off all the past, and chose to live in a hermit.

She felt very tired, and just wanted to pursue the Dao quietly, so she didn't even want to pursue too much about how she came back from the dead.

And now, she is honeysuckle.This is another new life for her.

Wang Zi'an saw that the ancestors seemed to be unconscious, so he stopped the endless crying of the uncles and elders in time.Before the destruction of the formation, he brought Qinggu back to Jinling after narrowly escaped death. When he returned home, he saw that some outstanding people in the younger generation had died and he was the only one left.

The Wang family has gone astray over the years and forgot their original intentions, but at the last moment they still kept the integrity that this thousand-year-old family should have.In the first battle of Jinling, the Wang family contributed the most, and suffered the heaviest casualties. I am afraid that it will be difficult to return to the past after a few decades.

Liandong took another look at Wang Zi'an, but still didn't say anything, and came to the ruins of the Chanhua Building.She squatted down, stretched out her hand to caress the charred trunk of the cinnabar plum, and only then did she feel a little melancholy.

When Princess Yihe came to look for her, she was nourishing the cinnabar plum with wishful beads, and got a green shoot from the dead tree root.

Honeysuckle pulled out the bud along with the soil, intending to find a new home for it.She was very focused and asked without looking back, "Have you considered it?"

Looking at the lovely green bud, Yihe hesitated for the last time, finally gritted his teeth and nodded, "I've thought about it, and I ask the fairy to give me the sword."

"I'll repeat it to you again, you have nothing but martial strength but no cultivation. If you want to forcibly admit your master with a drop of blood, you may get a great chance because of it, but you are more likely to be killed by the sword directly." Liandong's voice was solemn. , not joking with Yihe at all.She recognized the princess' means and ambition, but her strength did not match it.

Maybe she shouldn't have brought the Wuming Sword in front of her, it made people fantasize for no reason.

But Yihe's eyes became more and more firm in Liandong's reaffirmation. She looked at Liandong and said, "Fairy, I have made up my mind."

Liandong was helpless, "You are gambling."

"But in my short life, if I can survive till now, which time is it not a gamble with my life?" Yihe smiled, "If you say that the biggest gambler in the world is my ancestor Yaoguang. Since he is The sword, you must like a gambler like me more."

Hearing this, Liandong looked deeply at Yihe and didn't say any words of dissuasion.

"Come with me." Liandong said, and left Mochou Lake with Yihe.

Yihe knew that she might be going to die and might never come back, but she still didn't want to say goodbye.

If she succeeds, she will return here peacefully, as if nothing happened.Others don't need to know how much she paid for her success, they just need to know that she is their king.

Unsuccessful, they become benevolent.

Yihe glanced back at the lakeside where she had fought for one last time, and then followed Liandong neatly, only to find herself in the Lion House in the end.

Lonicera explained indifferently: "It's clean here."

Yihe laughed, and then the two found a clean room, and Liandong began to bestow the sword.

The process of bestowing the sword was extremely simple. There was no swearing, kowtowing, or bathing and burning incense. Liandong just asked her to take a life-saving pill first, and then handed her the nameless sword, letting her recognize the master with blood.

Liandong sat down by the window and said: "I will be with you, life or death depends entirely on your fate. But I need to remind you, don't think about how Wumingjian will accept you, you have to find a way to defeat It, let it convince you."

Many years ago, when Lian Dong was still a flower-twisting fairy, she found this unknown sword at the bottom of a certain pool in Shenjing.But although she pulled out the sword, she failed to make it truly recognize the master.

The sword chooses the master, this is the common cognition of monks all over the world.Fairy Tanghua is not the kind of person that Wumingjian favors, so it doesn't want to recognize its master, but it recognizes Tanghua's strength, so it can barely let her use it.

But Tang Hua knows that this is an invincible and fierce sword, and if he wants to unleash its true power, he still needs to find a master who shares his mind with it.When this person really awakens the sword, this sword may bring Daxia a second light, and it can also kill Ji Yuetang.

Yi He nodded solemnly, a trace of determination appeared on his face, and his fingertips instantly slashed across the blade.

The moment the blood fell on the blade, boundless killing intent and unyielding will poured into her body through Yihe's wound, intertwined in her mind, as if she regarded it as a battlefield full of corpses.In the blink of an eye, the thick smell of blood enveloped her, making her almost unable to breathe.

She closed her eyes subconsciously, panting heavily, and when she opened her eyes again, she found that the scene in front of her had completely changed.

The Eight Immortals Table, Ba Bu Bed, and the Flower Entangling Fairy all disappeared, and what appeared in front of her was a scene like Shura's hell.

Standing on a high ground, she saw a vast black basin in front of her. Countless monsters and monks were fighting on the basin. The sky and the earth were filled with boundless shouts and the sound of swords piercing into flesh and blood.

"Woo--" The horns of the attack sounded from all directions, and several monsters also let out a collective roar at the same time.Those thick four hooves stepped on the ground, and when they ran, the whole earth seemed to tremble.

Yihe saw countless people being knocked into the air by giant beasts, and before they even landed on the ground, they were torn into pieces by the swarming monsters.The bright red blood sprinkled in the air, hundreds of drops, tens of thousands of drops, like a torrential rain, staining the earth.

This scene was so shocking that even Yihe, who had experienced the Battle of Jinling, couldn't help turning pale.At this moment, she suddenly realized what she had seen, turned around suddenly, and saw a group of people standing not far from her.

A young man in black armor stood on a boulder hanging in the air, holding a murderous sword in his hand, with a bloodthirsty red light faintly glowing on the sword.

This is Yaoguang.

"My lord, I can't hold it anymore!" A middle-aged man hurried to Yao Guang's side with an anxious expression on his face.

Yao Guang looked stern, raised his hand to interrupt him, and asked, "Where's the clock I want? Are they all ready?"

The man took a deep breath and suppressed himself, and replied: "It's all finished, and it will be sent to various places in a few days."

Yao Guang: "Okay. You send someone to watch, but there is one item that has not been delivered. I only ask you."

"But my lord, you can't lose the city! That's our capital, no matter what, we should keep it! Moreover, the sacrifice required to build a large formation is too great. We have already emptied the crystals from all over the place. The factions can't afford to consume any more. What's more, we can't move everyone into the secret realm, so many people..."

"Enough!" Yao Guang suddenly turned his head, his cold eyes piercing the man's eyes.With just one look, Yihe, who was far away, couldn't help but take a step back.

That is the majesty that only the real God of Killing, the superior who is truly killing and resolute, has the majesty, pressing on everyone's shoulders like a substance.

"If you want to win, if you want to be free, sacrifice is inevitable! Put away your unnecessary sympathy, what I want to save is this world, not hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of cats and dogs who do nothing but want to survive !"

Yao Guang's words were sonorous and powerful, full of unrivaled fighting spirit and vague madness.

"Anyone in this world can die! Even if I die in the end, as long as one person lives, it is a victory and a victory. If you take one step back, you will take ten thousand steps back. One day, those people you save will still be killed by monsters." Torn to shreds, living in fear all day long, not as good as pigs and dogs."

After the words fell, the man fell silent, with a trace of pain and sadness on his face.

Yao Guang paid no attention to him, his eyes swept across the battlefield below, and he clenched the Wuming Sword tightly in his calloused hands.The Nameless Sword communicated with its owner, and immediately shone red, conveying a strong fighting spirit.

"I, Yao Guang, don't want to be that kind of person who lives in vain."

After finishing speaking, Yao Guang jumped down from the boulder, followed by the black-armored team behind him, more than a hundred people rushed into the basin like a rainbow.This is an elite team that Yihe has never seen before, everyone is like a long spear that exudes coldness, sharp and tough, and when they gather together, nothing in this world can stop them .

Really, meeting gods and killing gods, meeting Buddhas and killing gods is like breaking a bamboo.

No, has she really never seen it?

A flash of light suddenly appeared in Yihe's mind, she grabbed it eagerly, and after thinking hard, she finally found a similarity in her memory - this is the Black Feather Army of the Chen family!

It's the Black Feather Army!

After the shock, Yihe looked towards the basin again, and Yao Guang had already led his black feather army to fight a bloody path on the battlefield.That scene was incomparably brilliant, but it also made Yihe's heart boil with excitement.

Without any further hesitation, she ran towards Yao Guang's direction.She wants to catch up and see everything carefully with her own eyes.

See clearly the cruelty of all these wars.

See clearly how much her ancestors sacrificed for the stability of the future.

She wants to be like Yao Guang, she wants to win, she wants to win.