Chapter 12 The birth of the divine soldier

Jianfeng Mountain, Xuanyang Hall

The clouds are illusory in the mountains, like a gentle white ribbon, gently transforming. Slightly moist in the morning

The air, and the fresh and cool wind, crossed the sea of green trees and brushed the mountains of Jianfeng Mountain.

There is a quiet and depressing silence on the Xuanyang Hall!

Qingyang's leading door sat on the hall, frowning. The more than 20 elders sitting on His Highness also looked solemn. The atmosphere in the hall seemed to be frozen, and even several disciples guarding outside the door felt suffocating.

"Ou, Yang, Hong!" After a long time, Qingyang really spoke and said the name word by word, with hatred on his face.

Yang Ruihao sighed and said, "It's really unexpected. I didn't expect that he would be the new leader of the Ziying faction."

Qingyang Zhenren said slowly, "What happened 17 years ago, we couldn't bear to say anything in order not to fall out with the Ziying faction, but I think this person will definitely ask us for an explanation for the disappearance of those two people.

Elder Zhao Zhenghui was worried and said, "Alas, if the two factions of Ziying Jianfeng go to war, it must be a loss of life. Maybe the demon realm in the West will also take advantage of it."

Qingyang Zhenren shook his head and said, "This is not so much that Ouyang Hong can succeed Ziying's leader. There must be his extraordinary place. He will not know the importance and fight with my sword front faction!"

At this time, a tall elder with a tiger's back and a bear's waist and a big man said fiercely, "If this man hadn't injured his brother, his brother would not have died in the First World War 17 years ago!"

This person's name is Qingdian. He is the twin brother of Elder Qinghui, who died in World War I 17 years ago. The two brothers served as elders together, which is also unique in the history of the Jianfeng School.

"Hmm!" A cold voice came from the door, with a strong disdain, saying, "Even if Qinghui didn't go into battle with injury, he would still die!"

The comer is a handsome middle-aged man, exuding a faint noble temperament, but two sleeves are empty, and he has already lost his arms, which is very incompatible with this temperament.

Chu Qingguang's face was gloomy and said quietly, "Yes, 17 years ago, how dangerous it was. People who have not experienced it will not experience it. That feeling is that life is about to be taken away by the devil, but you have no resistance, you can only watch..." In the end, he couldn't help choking. Come on.

Xuanyang Hall fell into silence again, as if it was once again shrouded in the strange sword shadow 17 years ago and could no longer be released.

Elder Wang Sidong, who had just arrived, turned around and strode out of the Xuanyang Hall with a sad face.

Shangguan Mu suddenly couldn't see his expression clearly, but his eyes were a little confused and looked out of the window.

A disciple came in and saw the depressing atmosphere in the hall. He couldn't help but be stunned and was about to withdraw, but he was stopped by Qingyang Zhenren and said, "What's the matter?"

The disciple handed over a letter and said, "Ziying sent a letter, saying that the leader would like to have a look at it in person."

The atmosphere of Xuanyang Hall, which had been depressed for a long time, was even more tense. Everyone stared at the letter with wide eyes and couldn't wait to eat it, with a worried expression on their faces.

Qingyang Zhenren reached out to receive the letter, hesitated for a moment in the air, and stretched out again. He received the letter and felt that his palm was full of sweat, and he couldn't help saying in his heart: "It's not a war book, not a war book..."

The elders are worried that although the Ziying faction will put the overall situation first in principle, today's Ziying faction is a young hero who succeeds the throne. He is young and energetic, and it is inevitable that there is no measure. Once Ouyang Hong impulsively fights with the Jianfeng faction, I'm afraid that the situation will happen at that time. It is not the loss of life, but the words that blood flows into rivers can describe.

Qingyang Zhenren waved his hand to let the disciples who delivered the letter go out, settled down, gently tore the envelope, and the eyes of the elders suddenly moved over.

Qingyang Zhenren took out the letter paper, and the hall suddenly overflowed with ink fragrance, and four neat characters appeared in front of everyone: abandoning the past.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Chu Qingguang said, "It seems that Ouyang Hong has some eyesight and can recognize the practice."

Qingyang Zhenren nodded with a smile, with a look of approval, and wrote another line of big words under the letter paper: form an alliance again.

In the west, in the Biyun Mountains, three figures were flying with swords, and one of them was the Elder Suyun of the Ziying School. He only heard him say solemnly, "I'm wandering around here. I heard that there are demons in this mountain. For the disaster, I specially invited two to help eliminate demons!"

The two people next to him are the Taoist elder Qingbi of the Jianfeng School and Yunkong, a young disciple of the Shushan School. Elder Qing cut his eyebrows and said, "I travel around now and rarely ask about things in the faction, but it is still my duty to kill demons!"

Yunkong bowed and agreed, "As a disciple of the right path, it is incumbent on me to kill demons. I have listened to the instructions of the two masters!"

Elder Sooyun laughed and said, "I wanted to come alone, but I was really lucky to meet two people on the way. Now I and my sister Qingbi are both in the sky-level realm, and Yunkong's nephew is the top of the sky, only one step away from the realm of heaven. What other demons can't surrender with such strength?"

Yunkong laughed and said, "How can you use a cow knife to kill chickens? The two uncles are optimistic, and the nephew can fight alone against the demons!"

Qingbi Taoist nun nodded with a smile and said, "The future is terrible, and the future is terrible!" Speaking of this, the corners of her eyes couldn't help twitching, and there was a sense of melancholy in her heart, and the shadow of white snow 17 years ago couldn't help flashing in her mind.

The three laughed all the way and soon came to the Biyun Mountains. At this time, the Biyun Mountains were really shrouded in black clouds. The earth was solemn, and the wind roared and rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground.

The woods not far away are withered and desolate!

Qingbi frowned and said, "How can the aura of this place be so thin? Is there any peerless demon hidden?"

"Two uncles, look this way!" The sound of clouds and air came in front of him. Qingbi Zhenren and Elder Suyun came in a hurry and were stunned by the scene in front of them!

But in front of you, there is a vast empty place in the Biyun Mountains, crowded with hundreds of demons, large and small. They stood together in an orderly manner, silent, and their ferocious and ugly faces were full of piety, as if they were expecting something.

Elder Sooyun was shocked and said, "Wan demon pilgrimage?! Is there really some peerless demon hidden here?!"

At this moment, bursts of sharp calls resounded through the nine days. In the distant sky, the glow was shining, illuminating the whole sky. Thousands of demons bent down and bowed their heads and saluted respectfully.

The glow danced ribbons in the air, and a holy golden light penetrated the thick dark clouds and gently shone on the ground. A sword shadow appeared in front of the three people.

"The divine soldier was born!" The three exclaimed in unison, and the golden light became brighter and brighter. Countless beams of light broke through the dark clouds and shone down. Golden spots appeared on the ground. Soon, the golden spots converged into a huge golden screen. The dark clouds in the sky suddenly dissipated, and the sky of the earth were golden, pure, without any impurities. Color!

Since ancient times, there have been only two situations that can cause the worship of ten thousand demons. One is the birth of a fierce thing, and the other is the birth of a divine soldier.

The sound of sword sound is even better. In this golden all over the earth, a huge sword shadow appears, standing in the sky, cold and cold. On the hilt of the sword, a wolf shadow is clearly visible!

Thousands of demons, looking at the earth sky submerged by golden light, jumped happily. Suddenly, they saw several white cranes flying out, and the shadow of swords dissipated in the sky. A dark blue light rose to the sky surrounded by several cranes, hanging in the air, shining brightly, like a blue sun rising on the golden land!

Elder Sooyun looked at the fairyland-like scenery and said in a trance, "These peerless soldiers have nothing to do with me!" While talking, there were always tears in tears.

There is a burst of regret in the hearts of Qingbi Zhenren and Yunkong. The masters above the sky-breaking level must practice together with the divine soldiers in their hands. Only when the soldiers and souls are united can they enter the realm of heaven. Therefore, the divine soldier is the soul. To replace the divine soldier is to abandon the soul, and the divine soldier is broken, representing the silence of the soul!

The three looked at the charming brilliance all over the sky and were stunned. Elder So Yun said, "These divine soldiers must not fall into the hands of these demons and monsters. I have just explored that these demons' cultivation realm is the highest level. The three of us will definitely take the divine soldiers together!"

The two nodded one after another, and Yunkong suddenly hit a palm, and the palm shadow all over the sky knocked down a large group of demons. The demons suddenly screamed repeatedly. Some demons had already taken out their blades. At this time, swords were cut off in the air, and there were countless strange bodies beside Qingbi real people!

Slaughter, unilateral slaughter!

The demons were invincible and fled. The three of them wrote down their achievements in killing demons without much effort.

The three looked at the dark blue sword shadow in the air, with a complex look on their faces, which was intertwined with joy and regret! I am happy to get the peerless divine soldiers, and I regret that the peerless divine soldiers cannot be used for themselves.

Elder Suyun took the lead in rushing up and reached for the magic sword, but was bounced back by a huge energy. He regretted and secretly said that he was too careless. How could such a peerless divine soldier be taken like this? Qingli Zhenren observed quietly for a while on the ground, and a flash of light flashed in her eyes. She suddenly got up and injected a true spirit into the wolf-shaped mark on the hilt of the sword. Suddenly, the sword light darkened, and the golden light all over the sky also disappeared.

Qingbi took down the sword, and the other two quickly came to watch. But the holy and noble temperament on the body of the sword has long disappeared, and the sword is like a pile of scrap iron, with no vitality!

The three were surprised and uncertain. Elder Shouyun thought for a long time before slowly said, "I heard from the elders that the divine soldier needs a host to play a role, but the host is divine!"

Qingbi real person nodded secretly and said, "Yes, the divine sword is rare, and the host is one of the ten thousand. If such a divine soldier has no host, isn't it violent?

Hearing this, Yunkong's eyes lit up and said, "How about choosing a host for this sword?"

"Good idea!" Qingbi Zhenren said, "We can inform all sects that there are no divine soldiers and air-level practitioners in each faction for the time being to stimulate the divine power of the sword. Only those who can stimulate the divine power are the master of the sword!"

Elder Sooyun laughed and said, "I agree with Sister Qingbi's proposal very much, but I just inform all the major schools that it is a long way to wear the divine sword on their bodies, which is inconvenient. My Ziying faction is relatively close to this place. Why don't you send this sword to our faction first?

"Good!" Unexpectedly, the two agreed with one voice. Elder Suyun was overjoyed and ecstatic. He took the magic sword, said goodbye to the two, and flew in the direction of the Ziying faction.

He smiled and flew proudly in the air, but soon, his smile froze on his face, because he clearly felt that there were two seals on the sword, and only the sword blade and the exclusive internal power of the Shushan two factions could be unlocked...

End of this chapter