Chapter 251 Cloud Movement

In the silent night, the Tongyou Tower is like a gem inlaid on the crown of Junlin Peak, and its veins exude mysterious brilliance.

At this time, it has been more than a year since the Beiming Mountain War, and both demons are resting and recuperating, and the waves are calm everywhere.

Lin Yinxue officially announced to the world and became the new leader of the magic religion. Perhaps Ni Tiangao and King An Tian died one after another, and her revenge gradually faded away. After all, she did not raze the Northern Hades Mansion to the ground. Of course, the real reason is that only a few people who survived from the Northern Underworld Treasure can vaguely guess a little clue.

Qing'er is one of them. Although it has been a long time, what happened in the North Underworld is still as clear and vivid as what happened yesterday.

In order to save her, Luo Jia lost her soul and returned to the sea of the underworld; Chu Tian killed the queen of Antian with the sword and disappeared with the explosion of the plate of fate and never came back.

If Dong Tianji didn't lie to himself, my brother should be in another world under millions of miles.

The world is so far away that she can't find it.

Luojia took 3,000 years to come back here, but how many centuries will it take her to chase her brother's back?

She sent Luojia's body and Chu Tian's body together to the Yunlu Holy Spring in the depths of the ancient forest of the prison for preservation. Although without the help of Cangyun Yuanchen Sword, the final magic gun also has the function of opening the virtual world.

Although it is difficult to come back to life, Qinger still hopes that one day her brother will return with Luojia's yuan spirit. Whether it is a year, a decade, a hundred years, or even such a hopeless waiting will exhaust her life.

Except for occasionally stepping into the prison Gulin to visit Luojia's body and Chu Tian's body, Qinger has hardly stepped out of the virtual realm of Gengdao for more than a year. The world of Tongyou Tower is becoming more and more distant, as if nothing in this world can arouse her interest, except cultivation.

Her cultivation is growing at an alarming rate day and night, and the remaining magic knowledge from the witchcraft demon concubine contained in the determined magic gun continues to provide all kinds of precious enlightenment.

From Baoyuan to one, the breakthrough of the realm is just around the corner.

However, these are not enough to fill the emptiness in Qinger's heart. Her soul, her aura, seemed to have disappeared with the yuan god of Chu Tian. Now, she is just a crazy cultivation body, holding the last glimmer of light in her heart.

- Brother, when will you come back?!

She walked out of the Gulin of the prison, returned to the Tongyou Tower, and looked up at the golden red blade of the prison magic sword in the tower standing silently for a long time.

"Unfortunate, I can't pull out this sword and use it to shatter the underworld to find my brother."

Suddenly, she felt that the floor under her feet began to shake slightly. Although the range was not large, it was an unprecedented vision for the tower built in the air.

"Hum--" The sword of the prison magic sword suddenly emitted a golden red divine light, like the scorching sun filling the whole penthouse space in an instant.

An irresistible breath of majesty fell down on Qinger, almost destroying her Taoist heart between her fingers.

"Wo!" Qinger raised her hand and took off the boundary magic gun inserted diagonally in the temples, and her mind penetrated into the gun body, and protected her delicate body in a golden red mask.

An incredible thing happened. The sword of the prison magic sword is like mercury falling into the light of the gun. The two huge unparalleled forces and wills are intertwined with each other.

The pressure on Qinger's body suddenly disappeared. Instead, she realized that thousands of magic thoughts and spiritual power were penetrating into her body, stirring and blending on the spiritual platform in the meridians, prompting her Taoist heart to soar towards the sky...

"Qing'er!" With the sound of the stairs, Lin Yinxue and He Bi, who has now been promoted to the deputy patriarch, arrived. Behind them were also the four guardian kings of the magic religion.

"Wow--" The magnificent Jianlan fell down from the top floor like the Milky Way, and the gorgeous and dazzling divine light was full of the king's prestige.

"It's not good!" Why react so quickly that he grabbed Lin Yinxue and flew back.

Qi Qi, the four kings of the four guardians, jumped up and slapped the overflowing sword light in front of the two people.

"Boom!" The robes on the four people exploded, and their faces were as pale as gold. They stumbled back to the eighth floor. They didn't have to say more words, and sat cross-legged and tried their best to heal their wounds.

"Qing'er!" Lin Yinxue's hair is cold, and the four heavenly masters of the demon religion fight against each other, but they can't resist it. What kind of terrible power should this be?!

Why do you hold Lin Yinxue's arm tightly to prevent her beloved daughter from taking the risk of breaking into the building. She feels that the tower under her feet is shaking more and more, like a lonely boat held up by the waves. I don't know when it will overturn?

In despair, I suddenly heard Qinger say upstairs, "Mom, I'm fine. You don't have to come up."

Lin Yinxue was first happy and then shocked. She looked up at the golden red sword running above and muttered, "He woke up - I should have known that there would be this day, but why Qing'er..."

Her voice is very low, but I don't know who she is talking to?

............

Ten thousand miles away from the country, the moon is shining on the sea and the waves are turbulent.

She sat quietly at the end of the cliff with the sound of the waves in her arms. In front of her was an endless sea. The moonlight on the magnificent sea flashed like broken silver, and there were several late returning gulls flying over the skyline in the distance.

Behind her is an invincible begonia tree. Every petal and every leaf is engraved with a wonderful golden rune. Wisps of aura surround her delicate body like a fog, and the little bit of the road Mingming frowns on her heart.

There are no years in the mountains. Yi Qingyang didn't know and didn't count how many days he had been coming to Haikong Pavilion. The sea outside the island under its feet seems to be a calm world that will not change its appearance for hundreds of millions of years, leaving the white clouds and dogs to the end of the world.

She looked at the floating sea in the moonlight and thought of Chu Tian for no reason.

Since leaving Beiming Mountain, Yi Qingyang has never heard the news of Chu Tian again.

There are all kinds of legends and speculation about his whereabouts. In fact, except for a few people involved, no one knows what happened at the bottom of the North Sea that day.

Whether it is Youao Mountain, Lin Yinxue, Qinger or Dong Tianji, everyone is secretive about this.

Yi Qingyang vaguely felt that something might have happened to Chu Tian, otherwise... Why didn't he come to Haikong Pavilion?

The salty and wet sea breeze confused her thoughts. She breathed a breath and saw the waves suddenly rolling in the depths of the blue sea under the cliff, and a silver column of water rising to the sky.

Xiaoyu stretched his wings and jumped out of the sea and shouted happily, "Lightly, gently - big fish!"

A giant silver shark more than ten feet long was caught from the sea with its claws and flew straight to a height of hundreds of feet from the sea. The little thing suddenly loosened its claws, and the poor guy flew into the sea like a huge rolling stone.

The muffled waves of the hill splashed, and the silver shark was smashed into the bottom of the water and no longer dared to probe.

The wing can't help smiling, but this smile is more in response to Xiaoyu's performance.

She knows that the little thing wants to make herself happy. But even such a smile is like the last ray of setting sun in the sky, flashing in the gorgeous and returning to loneliness.

Xiaoyu flew in front of her and fell down. He turned his little eyes and said, "Are you coming too?"

Yi shook his head gently and said sullenly, "No, I want to practice."

Three years of simplicity, ten years of empty photos. This is Ying Piao's promise and expectation.

However, to this day, she is still in the realm of heart washing, and there is no sign of promotion to the state of simplicity.

Are you kidding? The Lord of the Shadow Pavilion must have made a mistake. How can he be the legendary inheritor of the queen?

Sitting alone on a big cold stone all day, staring at the sea that can't speak, it may not be a day after another hundred years.

Fortunately, Xiaoyu was still with me, otherwise I would have been bored to death. I really don't know when this boring day will come to an end.

But she was unwilling to bow her head and admit defeat so easily, let alone let others see jokes - especially that guy.

Suddenly, another sea breeze came to her face, with a cool smell in the distance, as if she had smelled her hometown.

A pink and white begonia petal trembled on the branch and slowly fell down. It flew a few laps in the air and was falling on the winged wrist.

At the beginning, the wings didn't care. Unexpectedly, in an instant, this begonia petal penetrated her clothes like a drop of water and integrated into her ice muscle jade bone.

A wisp of wonderful coolness suddenly spread from the wrist, spreading like ripples all over the body into the heart and spleen.

"Bum!" Her spiritual platform seemed to have been hit hard by something, and she felt that her soul was about to burst.

Hundreds of runes on the begonia petals are suddenly integrated into the heart of the Tao, turning into colorful flowers flying all over the sky in the mind, and the endless avenue is the enlightenment of Aoyi. It is the "Water Poor Clouds and Clouds" in the first volume of the Five Classics of the Queen of Heaven.

One flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi.

Forget everything and throw away the troubles. The distracting thoughts are like the steam rising from the boiling pot water, wisps of steaming and dissipating.

The sea breeze blew up her sleeves, and on her snowy jade wrist, a pink and white begonia petal tattoo was born. In the delicate and charming, there was awe-inspiring and holy elegance.

I don't know when the main shadow of the Haikong Pavilion has quietly stood at the other end of the cliff, staring at the shadow of the rebirth of Phoenix Nirvana from afar. The expression on his face can't be expressed as whether he is happy or worried, and there is even an incomparable sense of surprise.

-Is it possible that the begonia tree that has been blooming for 3,000 years has finally ushered in the fate of withering from this moment?

The shadowy heart trembled inexplicably, and she slowly turned her eyes to the floating sea in the distance.

Over the surging sea, the wind raged and clouds rolled, and a flash of lightning pierced the night, bringing rumble and thunder on the other side of the sea.

The storm is coming.