Chapter 37 The Son of Xuanhuang!
In a mysterious place across an unknown number of space mezzanines, a huge and incomparable portal stands. The word Xuanhuang is simple and vicissitudes, as if it has traveled through the ages and transcends time. Standing there is like an immortal door that lasts forever.
It is the gate of Xuanhuang, the gate mastered by the black and white swordsman.
At this moment, the color on this Xuanhuang Gate looks a little old, like the color after being corroded by the wind and sand, old and shabby. In the space it is in, it is surrounded by a barren sandy land. The scorching sun overhead is hanging in the air, emitting a vicious temperature, and the flowing sand is deep under its feet, full of thrills.
This is a mysterious land in the middle domain, called the land of no return.
The gate of Xuanhuang stands in the middle of the land of no return. It is not eroded by the flowing sand, and there are no blind monsters approaching the surroundings. On the contrary, some creatures such as poisonous scorpions and snakes are spinning nearby, which looks a little confused.
Hua Baijie, the owner of Xuanhuangmen, also walked slowly a few miles away from the huge portal.
In his hand was the sword that once silenced the heavens, and in the other hand, he carried the ordinary wine pot containing rare brews.
One person, one sword, one pot of wine, Hua Baijie no longer has that kind of calm and casual temperament on his face at this time, and is replaced by a deep solemnity.
Now the Lord of Zhengtian Gate, the Lord of Tu Li Gate and the Lord of Zhenwu Gate have died one after another. Seven to three, and the Middle Domain has fallen into a chaotic situation. The three evil families have grown up, and the chickens and dogs in the middle region have been disturbed and turned upside down. After this period of chaos, even the foundation is deep, and my heart can't help but be full of sadness and fatigue.
"Is the place of no return really as amazing as you said? Huang Zun?"
Hua Baijie poured the liquor in the pot into his throat and felt the hot ** sliding into his stomach. His spirit was shocked, and his slightly decadent expression also regained his composure. His eyes looked forward, which was where the Xuanhuang Gate stood. At this time, the Xuanhuang Gate was suppressing some extremely terrible existence.
"The son of Xuanhuang."
Gently narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Choose to be born in this hairless place, you may have your own ideas. However, as the owner of Xuanhuang Gate, how can I let you appear in this world so peacefully?
"It shouldn't exist. Why don't you die?" Hua Baijie sighed softly, turned his footsteps sharply, crossed several miles, and came directly to the door of Xuanhuang. The Baijie sword was held high to the sky, and a sword split the space obstruction in front of him. Countless petals danced wildly, and there was a beautiful rain in front of the Xuanhuang Gate. It's just that the murderous atmosphere mixed in the rain has been able to make this terrible place of no return.
"Sword Robbery!"
Boom!
The door of Xuanhuang was bombarded open, and a stream of Xuanhuang breath pressed to the ground with Wanjun's strength. Hua Baijie's expression remained unchanged, and he was still in the mood to tie the wine pot to his waist. He held a sword in his left hand and waved a whole seven swords forward.
Every sword represents the great disaster of heaven and earth, vivid and chaotic, and the heavens are silent.
The powerful power is 'Hundred Gods'.
The power of a hundred gods is equivalent to the weight of a hundred Xuanhuang gates. Even the Xuanhuang breath that existed at the beginning of the world could not compete with it. It began to disperse to both sides, showing a messy state.
The door of Xuanhuang was completely opened, and the strong light shone all over the fields, and even the scorching sun in the sky lost its light in an instant.
"With your little trick, do you also want to be wild in front of me?" Hua Baijie twisted his fingers gently on the wine pot, and a stream of wine was picked up by him, turned into a clear stream, and continued to flow into his throat. The leisurely look seems to not care about the terrible life that is brewing in the door of Xuanhuang. Such a madness, only the legendary black and white swordsman.
The power of life in the door of Xuanhuang is rising, and he is not afraid of the seven disasters of kendo. He is like being born on a disaster, which can solve the savior of thousands of disasters in the world. With a little finger, he can save the world, step on all disasters, and Xuanhuang spreads to the world.
"Master Xuanhuang, things are still stubbornly resisting. It's really ugly." The light illuminates his figure, but makes his face very dark. The man stepped out slowly from the deepest part of the Xuanhuang Gate, holding a volume of ancient books in his left hand, the word Xuanhuang on it, and a long sword in his right hand.
Hua Baijie's posture was elegant. Looking at the other party quietly, an inexplicable smile bloomed from the corners of his mouth. The Baijie sword trembled gently, and the mark of the virtual master suddenly burst, and the breath shocked the four fields.
"Oh? Can a divine mark of your mother save your mortal situation? The son of Xuanhuang in the door stepped out of the light, and his face was the same as Hua Baijie, but he was wearing a pure black robe, which was different from Hua Baijie's white body with a trace of turbidity. He was pure black like ink dyeing, but there was a pure white in his heart.
On the contrary, the clothes and appearance are the same. The master of Xuanhuang and the son of Xuanhuang are destined to fight. Now that the two meet, the atmosphere is not tense, but there is a trace of solemnity and dullness in the air, like the scorching sun hanging in the air, dazzling but hot.
Hua Baijie shook the buzzing sword and said lightly, "A hundred disasters in the flowers are meteors in the flowers, and you can't see it for thousands of years. Self-cultivation is only for the purpose of finding immortality. Is ninety-nine a mortal heart?
"It's so instigated." As soon as the son of Xuanhuang turned to the medieval book, the word Xuanhuang was lifelike, like two dragons, and he wanted to break the ancient scroll. He heard him say in a cold voice, "Do you think that your last difficulty is a turning point?"
"At least, my last hardship will not be on you." Hua Baijie laughed a little sarcastically and laughed slightly, "It's just a deformity born from the spirit of Xuanhuang. He dares to hold the Xuanhuang ancient scroll so arrogantly and hold the front of the disaster. Could it be that you are a soft persimmon that can be kneaded by others?
"So I hate people like you." Xuanhuang's son put the broken sword on his chest and shouted coldly, "How about seeing the real chapter?"
"I just mean it."
Hua Baijie nod with a smile, raised the long sword, and stepped forward. The extremely horrible sword light carried the fragrance of flowers and came from the sky. The power of that sword has exceeded the limit that Guiyishi can exert. The cultivation of spending hundreds of disasters can be so advanced. I have to say that he is also a difficult talent in practice.
Seeing this, the son of Xuanhuang was not surprised but laughed. He picked up the long sword and killed the sword light blooming from the hundred swords. The scroll of ancient books also flew up in the sky. Two dragons resounded through the four fields. He saw that the word Xuanhuang really came to life and turned into two figures, a man and a woman, holding a sword, and presented a three-way attack with the son of Xuanhuang. He went to attack and kill the flowers...
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In the ancient hall of Zhongyu, the owner of Zhongyu, dressed in a fine gauze of starlight, sat at the top of the hall, showing a trace of thought and a trace of nostalgia.
Beside her, a famous shadow-like middle-aged man bowed his head and stood aside respectfully. However, just as the master of the middle domain began to miss a man who had been dead for many years, he couldn't help standing up and whispered, "Master, young master, he should have begun to have started to deal with the son of Xuanhuang."
"Hmm?" The owner of Zhongyu shook his mind. Obviously, he was still in a trance and couldn't help muttering, "Have you started to engage? In this way, it's time for him to overcome this level in order to meet the fate of the last difficulty.
"Master." The middle-aged man hesitated for a while, as if it was difficult to speak. He hesitated and said, "There is a saying that I have always wanted to ask. It's just that I don't know whether to ask or not.
The master of Zhongyu looked at him, waved his slender arm gently, and said casually, "You and my master and servant have not spoken well for many years. There is nothing to ask. It's okay for you to say it."
"Yes."
The middle-aged man nodded and seemed to be organizing the language. After a while, he said slightly, "I heard that the young master's last difficulty is related to his son... Master, do you want their brother to kill?"
A complex emotion flashed in the eyes of the owner of the middle domain, and he stopped talking for a moment. He said angrily and impatiently, "I don't want to mention him. Bai Jie and his son are not brothers. Baijie is just my child. It has nothing to do with him... and Lin Ruoyu!"
"But..."
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and couldn't help saying, "But the two of them are still undeniable brothers. If the master is forced to let the young master fight with him, I'm afraid that the young master will not understand what you do in the future.
"And..." The middle-aged man sighed, "I don't think it's fair for the young master. After all, the young master has been growing up in such a lonely and cruel environment since he was a child. Except for a demon horse rewarded by his master, there is no friend who can be a companion. If he knew that he had killed his flesh-and-blood brothers with his own hands in the future, his subordinates really couldn't bear to imagine how sad the young master would be.
"Jam servant, you don't understand. I'm doing all this for a hundred good things." Although the owner of the Central Domain is the dignity of returning to the virtual world, every move can involve the changes between heaven and earth, but he can't escape the torture of a word of love. There is a trace of sadness between his eyebrows and mutters, "Why don't I know the desire in that child's heart? But this brother, he can't recognize it, absolutely not. Because only by killing him can Baijie really grow up, and only when he is really sad once will he become a strong man that no one can defeat.
She clenched her fist, as if she had made some kind of determination, and said in a low voice, "Just like me!"
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Time passed slowly, and more and more divisions gathered around the mountains.
But so far, no virtual master has appeared, which makes this extremely calm and even mediocre mountain range in the past shrouded in a dignified atmosphere, which is quite a feeling of rain.
Suddenly, something strange happened in the sky in the distance. A large flame burned out of thin air without any warning, and in the flame, there was a white-haired old man in red, stepping on the blazing fire and coming step by step!