The Opening Summons The Black and White Impermanence

Prosperous Tang, War Dynasty, Qin Jin,

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

It was originally deserted and abandoned for many years,

But when the white clouds hovered on the island, this lifeless island burst into life.

The dead tree gave out buds, and the vegetation began to grow,

Many unknown birds and beasts began to appear in the islands,

A thriving,

The melodious flute sounded from far to near. It turned out that Mo Wuji, who was stepping on the clouds and mist, brought a group of believers from far away.

When these people set foot on the island,

Even more rain falls from the sky, and everything recovers,

"Sir, is this the world of bliss you are talking about,"

"Sir, are you a fairy?"

"Sir, how should we call you."

Facing the people's questions, Mo Wuji still played his flute without speaking.

The clinking jade pendant on the waist attracted everyone’s attention.

Looking at the constantly changing characters "Xian" and "Confucianism",

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

Sages,

Sage Confucian,

The prophet who led them to the Paradise of Bliss,

Perhaps because they have regained their confidence in survival, those people have built temporary shelters on the islands. As long as there is a prophet, life in the future will gradually become better.

This is their belief,

The flute stopped,

Mo Wuji stood on the top of the island and looked into the distance,

A leaf of reed carrying the monk is slowly approaching,

The other party,

A huge ship is also coming towards them. On the bow, standing is a young woman in white.

"You are here too."

Mo Wuji said calmly,

"we are coming."

The monk and the woman responded in their mouths at the same time,

This is where their common belief lies. Under the guidance of God, they will reopen the world of prosperity and well-being.

God,

Will not abandon the wandering world, so I chose them as the apostles of the world, acting on behalf of the gods in the world, and enlightening the whole world...

Yin Cao Jifu,

Temple of Heaven,

Unexplained disappearance of dead souls that should have died,

No matter what, Cui Yu wanted to report this matter to the cloudy sky.

At first, Shen Lian felt that there were ghosts taking advantage of the opportunity of the Yin Cao Difu to deal with the war dynasty, so he didn't go to investigate too much.

So this matter will soon be over,

Now that he is in charge of a huge area, there is a vacancy in the number of inequalities,

So he planned to select a group of mortal souls capable of serving as Yin soldiers from the dead city,

As a consideration,

Wei Zheng was appointed to take charge of this matter. The monks who fought against the death of ghosts were the main candidates, followed by the noble ministers, and finally the sages and hermits.

Don’t have too many candidates. 30,000 will be instant, and the time will not be limited.

Shen Lian thought that after the recruitment of these Yin Soldiers was completed, the war dynasty could gradually regain his vitality. At that time, he would send the Yin Soldiers there to maintain the Yin and Yang order.

As everyone knows,

There have been cracks in his beautiful blueprint for the future,

In the distant mountains,

The confined family,

A pair of old eyes opened suddenly,

He was surprised,

Seems to be full of doubts about what is perceived,

咚咚咚,

The closed stone gate suddenly opened,

Hundreds of tribesmen went to the secret room to welcome the ancestors to leave.

"My grandson is the sea of ​​clouds."

Murong Ancestor asked,

"Ancestor, didn't you let the Young Palace Master go to the ordinary experience."

Some people from Murong's family responded,

"Then why his natal card is broken."

"this……"

Every member of the Murong family has a natal card, the card is there, and the card is broken.

The Murong family couldn’t answer the ancestor’s questions.

It has been a long time since Murong Yunhai went down the mountain to experience. As for what happened to him, no one knows.

However, this time I got the permission of the ancestors to go down the mountain,

Murong Yunhai took five hundred sword slaves and left with him. How could he die?

"Have you ever cared about the safety of Yunhai."

Seeing that everyone was silent, the ancestor became even more angry and pressed them,

"Old ancestor, you once said that you cannot leave Murong Mansion unless you have your order, and there is nothing we can do about Nephew Yunhai's accident."

Murong Xu defended,

"So even if he dies, do you all treat it as if nothing happened."

"The younger generation dare not. Everything will follow the arrangements of the ancestors. If you want to hate Yun Poster, Murong Xu will immediately lead the sword slave down the mountain to seek revenge."

"No need."

Ancestor Murong waved his long sleeves,

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

not to mention,

The hundreds of years he has closed the house has made the world forget the prestige of Tianjian Murong.

It’s time to regain my former glory,

At the same time, we must seek justice for Murong Yunhai,

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

"Yes."

Everyone in Murong's family was horrified,

The ancestor is going out of the mountain himself,

Murong's house,

Finally returning to the world,

A hundred years ago, the ancestor Murong chose to take the whole family into seclusion in order to practice the "Great Zhou Heavenly Sword Art".

One can ensure that I can concentrate on the subtleties of the Heavenly Sword Jue,

Secondly, you can ensure that Murong House will not be invaded by powerful enemies when you are not at Murong’s house.

Now the Great Zhou Tianjian Jue has been completed,

There is no longer any need for Murong Patriarch to stay in the small mountains.

Three hundred Murong family members and five thousand sword slaves followed their ancestors down the mountain.

When Murong Yunhai was going down the mountain, he once rescued a group of villagers who suffered, and now he knows the **** battle in Wanli Border City from the mouth of the villagers.

The ancestor Murong immediately rushed to the frontier city of Ten Thousand Miles, wanting to find out with the current clues.

No matter who killed his grandson,

The ancestor Murong is determined to let him pay back the blood,

"Fly a kite, fly a kite."

Half of the desolate Ten Thousand Mile Border City has been deeply plunged into the abyss,

The remaining half is still in ruins, and the blood once spilled on it has completely turned black.

A thin old man was holding a kite string in his hand and ran aimlessly on it,

The messy long hair still can't block his sharp gaze, but apart from this sharp look, everyone knows that he is a lunatic.

Gu Changqing was healed by Fang Xiaoxian for his injuries, and even his broken tongue was connected.

But a mad soul cannot be changed,

No matter how turbulent the world is,

In his heart, what remains unchanged is the scenery,

Is my crazy heart,

"Old Gu, slow down, there is a cliff ahead, and you accidentally fell."

Following Gu Changqing turned out to be Sima Lianghuan and his two disciples Jian Chen and Jianxing.

Recently, some villagers reported that there seemed to be ghosts in the vicinity of Wanli Border City, so Sima Lianghuan took his disciples out to check the situation, and by the way, let Gu Lao also come out to relax.

Always staying in Xiaoyao Sect, Gu Changqing would always sit alone under the plaque of "Xiaoyao Sect" and cry from time to time when night fell.

No one knows what he is crying,

I don’t even know what a madman can cry,

But Sima Lianghuan knew clearly,

Gu Changqing is sober only when he cries bitterly.

Maybe at that moment,

He will miss his sect,

Miss my daughter,

I miss everything I have been,

But when the only memory is blurred, he will turn back into that lunatic Gu.

suddenly,

A strong sense of oppression swept across the frontier city,

Sima Lianghuan's face suddenly became serious, and it has been too long since he felt this powerful force from a living person.

If he had to let himself describe it, he had only felt this sense of oppression from the six members of Dedao.

The ancestor Murong descended in front of Gu Changqing,

Sword eyebrows and eyes, as strong as a falcon,

Even Gu Changqing, a lunatic, was so frightened that he stayed in place and did not dare to move.

"Who are you guys."

The ancestor Murong asked Sima Lianghuan and others about humanity,

"In the Lower Xiaoyao Sect Sima Lianghuan, they are my disciples. Gu Lao is also the former elder of Xiaoyao Sect, but he is crazy now."

"I'm not interested in a madman."

The ancestor Murong strode past Gu Changqing's side.

The thin body sat on the ground motionless,

"Xiaoyao Sect? Never heard of it."

"Let me ask you, have you ever experienced the great battle of Ten Thousand Mile Border City a long time ago."

The ancestor Murong is straightforward,

"Personal experience, never forgotten."

"Have you heard of the name that Murong Yunhai."

"Oh, you said that the descendant of Murong's family, he did contribute in that battle, but he went to the wild afterwards."

"In that case, you know my grandson."

Hum,

Sima Lianghuan was shocked and called Murong Yunhai his grandson, isn't he the ancestor of the Murong family?

Such a legendary figure also appeared in Wanli Border City, no wonder he felt scared,

"Fortunately, Mr. Murong is extremely intelligent and talented. With time, he will surely be able to inspire the Murong family's name."

Sima Lianghuan said the truth,

With the talents that Murong Yunhai possesses, although the future is destined to be less than the Taoist six, it is definitely the existence of a leader among the people, not to mention the Murong Mansion behind him.

Hearing someone complimenting his grandson, ancestor Murong's stern face finally showed a sense of relief, but then more sadness appeared.

"It's a pity, he didn't have that life."

"Does the ancestor Murong think that Murong Yunhai is not enough for this qualification?"

"No, it's that Grandson Yunhai doesn't have that fate, he is dead."

died? ? ?

Sima Lianghuan was even more shocked.

In an instant, he understood why the Murong ancestor would appear here. It turned out that the most beloved grandson was killed, that’s why the existence of Murong ancestor was brought out.

"Thank you for your information. The old man will personally rush to the wilderness to investigate the situation. If I find out who killed him, I will kill him."

Angrily, the ancestor Murong waved a palm to the city wall beside him.

In an instant,

The palm power was transformed into sword energy, cutting off a corner of the Ten Thousand Li Border City.

The endless sword energy fell straight into the abyss,

Sima Lianghuan wanted to ask for some details, but the figure of the ancestor Murong had disappeared from the place.

Murong Yunhai actually died,

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

No matter how you think about it, I feel unrealistic, but the ancestor Murong has left, and Sima Lianghuan can only hurriedly bring this news back to Xiaoyao Sect. If it is really done by a ghost, maybe Xiaoyao Sect can also help.