Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

Just when Yun Konglie fell down, Yun Feiyang was shocked and stepped out to hold him.

At this moment, the figure of the ancestor of the golden ring appeared in front of Yun Konglie, but he saw three golden rings in his hand, fixed on his eyebrows, heart, and dantian, and a spiritual energy circulated in his body. Not wrinkled tightly.

The movement just now was not too small, it just so happened that Yun Konglie just spoke up, and almost 99% of the people present were here.

He raised his eyes and looked around, seeing the nervous and anxious expressions of the soldiers, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but finally sighed in his heart and disappeared into the void.

He has practiced for more than a thousand years, and his heart has long been hardened, but now in this situation, he can't open his mouth no matter what.

Because he was punched into the body by three golden rings by the ancestor of the golden ring, he was forced to instill a little vitality into it.

Yun Konglie straightened his body, patted Yun Feiyang's arm lightly to signal the other party to let go, and then chuckled lightly.

"Everyone, rest assured, this king is fine!"

Hearing this, the soldiers present were slightly taken aback, and then they sent it down in their hearts, and began to busy with their work at hand.

But by this time, the great masters and Nirvana cultivators present were already half cold when they saw this state.

Where can they not see that this one is already dying?

......In the North Profound Pass, after the corpses of the soldiers were collected, the aroma of meat overflowed from the boiling cauldron, which made the atmosphere in the pass a lot more cheerful.

Yanbeiguan ordinary people's ability to withstand the bitter cold weather has a very crucial relationship with the blood of those big demons they often eat.

The bones, blood, tendons, flesh, and fur of those big monsters are all useful. They cannibalize people, and after they fall, they reveal their true colors. Humans are ordinary people who eat them without any psychological burden.

In addition, many of their relatives have fallen because of the battle, even if it is raw food, they can't wait to swallow the belt bones together.

In the courtyard of the Yanbei Palace, Yun Konglie was sitting on a chair under a cloud pine tree that the three of them embraced. At this time, he had changed into the Yanbei Wang's python suit of Sundae Nine Dragons and Eight Tigers, looking at the many people in front of him His old friend, a little relief flashed in his eyes.

When he saw the more than ten Nirvana Great Venerables present, he smiled lightly and said, "Everyone came to help, and this time the favor has been inherited.

In the treasure house of the royal palace, there may be spiritual materials that you need. If you need it, you can take what you need.

You can do it well, this king has no heirs, and all the righteous sons in the army were killed in battle. If you miss this opportunity, this kind of favor will be lost..."

When he said these words, the Nirvana Great Venerables looked complicated, but no one spoke.

After he finished speaking, his face became obviously dim, his mind moved slightly, and he forced his gilt rod to call out and lay it in front of him.

I wanted to mention it myself, but I couldn't.

After trying twice, he had to give up, and then looked at Yan Beijiu and said sternly: "Brother Yan, when I die, even if the matter of Yanbei Dao is flooded, I can't control it, if you are here, I will Don't worry too.

But there are natural disasters in the demon clan, and I think it is not bad for Yanbei to come. I have left a letter and sent it to all the Taoists, thinking that I can ask for some food and grass.

If I was alive and well, I would not have given much, but this time it is a masterpiece of this king, it can give me more or less face, and let the ordinary people in Yanbei survive the natural disasters in the past few years.

This gilt coin contains my inheritance of martial arts, whether I stay in the army or put it in your Jin Gemen, don't let this burr get dusty.

If there really is a martial arts genius, I should let him try my inheritance. Ordinary practice may be a little worse, but in this Yanbei Dao, I should be the top. "

After saying this, Yan Beijiu took a deep breath and stepped forward to hold the bore tightly.

Yun Konglie's gilt rod weighed about 4,000 jin. After he mentioned it, he could feel the martial arts will of this friend of the same robe, and could not help but shake his heart.

Domineering, cruel, decisive, and endlessly fighting to the death.

He held down the trembling gilt bore and nodded heavily, but did not speak.

At this point, he raised his hand and motioned Yun Feiyang to sit down in front of him.

At this time, Yun Feiyang already knew the state of his uncle, and knelt in front of him without saying a word.

Seeing this Yun Feiyang was stunned for a moment, but chuckled again.

He turned his hands and undid the sword from his waist, held it in both hands and handed it to Yun Feiyang, saying, "This sword is called 'Qian Yun', and it is the sword of the princes of all generations in Xunfeng. After the time was given, he never left.

When I left the Sunda Capital, I thought about handing it over to my father, but I didn't think that my father would let me stay by my side, it was a miss.

Now that you are Prince Xunfeng, this sword should be returned to its original owner.

As for the storage bag on the saber... After returning to Sunda, it will be handed over to the current Renzong.

In my life, I have three regrets, one is that I was trapped in one place, and I was unable to travel the great rivers and mountains of Luoyu Realm.

Two regrets about love, and finally bear the rosy heart.

Three regrets for not being able to perform filial piety, even if the mother passed away, he never came back to meet him.

You kid don't want to learn from me and leave regrets. In retrospect, it's really unwilling. "

After he finished speaking, Yun Feiyang trembled slightly, and after taking the Qian Yun sword with both hands, he kowtowed heavily and fell to the ground.

"Fei Yang... write it down."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and stepped back.

At this time, everyone present looked at Yun Konglie with a slightly sad expression.

Just as the words just now finished, his expression turned a little gray again.

Yun Konglie leaned on Yun Song behind him, and after calming his mind, he said leisurely, "Brother Yan, I am indeed sorry for you.

I know that I owe you so much that it is already difficult to repay.

Back then, that Yan girl committed herself to me and should have given her a name, but she never thought that she would die so early. Early arrival has become my concern and yours.

This cloud pine is what I planted after the girl Yan left, and it is so tall now.

After I die, I ask you to help me as a witness, to be buried together under this tree, and to grant her the status of a princess. "

After he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he turned over to take a simple jar.

He slapped the Kaifeng mud with all his strength, and when he lifted the jar, he wanted to drink it.

But before it reached his mouth, his body trembled, and the wine jar in his hand suddenly fell and smashed into pieces.

The strong aroma of wine made everyone feel drunk even if they smelled it.

Looking at Yun Konglie again, there was no breath on his body.

A flash of spiritual light flowed out and disappeared, and suddenly there was a thunderous explosion in the sky above the North Profound Entrance. Thick red clouds filled the sky, and the blood rain phenomenon fell down immediately.

The King of Yanbei, Yunkong Lie, fell.

After his death, the bleak horn sounded nine times in a row. Hearing this movement, all the soldiers on the city wall and the ordinary people in the pass were all stunned in place. After a while, bursts of crying hearts sounded, Incessantly.

Beside Han Lian, the cloud-turning beast who was licking the wound on his body was stunned for a moment, then coughed out a mouthful of blood, and swooped in front of Yun Konglie with a whimper.

It rubbed its head lightly against each other, and after realizing that there was no response, it also whined.

Seeing this, Han Lian could only sigh, and a thousand thoughts flashed in his heart.

This longevity will end, and his death has become a foregone conclusion.

After his death, it represents a big curtain between the world and the earth, and it is about to open.

Originally, he was thinking about whether there was any way to save him, but now, under the sky, the general situation will not change.

Han Lian stood there for a while, then turned around and left the palace.

Gradually, all the monks present dispersed, leaving only Yan Beijiu alone.

He looked at Yun Konglie's corpse, and a coffin appeared between his sleeves.

He picked up the other's body and gently shoved him into the coffin, lightly tidying up his robes, but in the end he was muttering to himself.

"You know, little sister's temperament is like that.

I have never blamed you, otherwise I would have turned against you long ago..."

The two were good friends when they were young, and no one could have imagined that the high-spirited King Yanbei would fall silently.

.....In the early morning of the second day, the sky was clear and cloudless, and the vision of the cultivator's fall had not dissipated, but still appeared in the air.

With the sound of the desolate horn, Yun Konglie's coffin was lifted out.

Yun Feiyang led the cloud-turning beast and walked in front, Yan Beijiu, Wuding Zen master, Zhuo Yuanba and Guan Cangchen, the four of them supported the Yun Konglie coffin with solemn expressions.

Behind them, there are still the coffins of several powerful monks, as well as the tablets of soldiers who fell in this battle.

On both sides of the streets in the North Xuanguan City, there were already many mortals voluntarily crowded.

They gathered here and knelt down heavily on the ground, and the sound of crying could be said to be shocking.

Although Yanbei Dao does not pay attention to the idea of ​​a thick burial, it has the custom of carrying coffins and parading. Seeing the bustling ordinary people, Han Lian can't help but sigh.

At this moment, there were some fluctuations in the void beside Han Lian, and the ancestor of the golden ring came out.

He looked at the scene below and couldn't help sighing.

"Lie Xue is a good boy. The old man thought that his promotion to Chunyang was a foregone conclusion. When he was promoted, the old man would be able to relax and relax. Unexpectedly, he would fall like this..."

The voice has not yet fallen, but the ancestor of Baiwu escaped from the void.

He looked into the distance and said faintly: "Little Yun has a short lifespan, he is strong and fearless all his life, and he thinks of dying in battle.

Everyone has their own choices, and I can't control it. Maybe only when I look at the history books, can I remember such a person. "

Speaking of which, he suddenly changed the conversation.

"Mr. Han's storytelling can make people intoxicated and reflect the various scenes in it.

These methods are considered as the only one for the gentleman, and there is no second person in the world who can perform them.

Now that Yunkong Liebing has fallen, all kinds of his life have become a kind of memory.

Why don't you tell me about this King of Yanbei again, so that the historian of Xunfeng can write this biography? "

Hearing this, Han Lian hesitated.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Since the ancestor opened his mouth, he had his wish."