MTL - My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World-Chapter 190

Taiqing has been recuperating these days, waking up while sleeping, and not knowing what happened to the outside world when he was sleeping. Naturally, he did not know that Cang Lan and Xiao Cang Lan were one.

He only remembered that Cang Lan's sword was broken, and it was sad for a while. Later, this sadness was diluted by Jing Yuan's resurrection. I did not expect to see Cang Lan today.

After all, the friendship was more than 10,000 years ago. Taiqing can be said to be very excited, just because he didn't understand why Cang Lan was born the same as Jing Yuan Daozu's phoenix, which made him a bit uncomfortable.

Cang Lan didn't explain his current situation, only patted Tai Qing's head, "It's been a long time since I fought side by side, but don't let the host down!"

Taiqing looked at the monster in front of him, his mouth slightly hooked, revealing indifference that did not match his appearance and age, "Nature will not!"

The two sword souls rushed into the demon group at the same time. If the streamer was fast, one demon saw a white light the size of sand and rushed towards it. The demon swayed his nose and tried to pump the light spot. The nose was severed with sharp sword gas.

The elephant demon screamed, and four white lights hit its stout limbs. The stony limbs like stone pillars exploded instantly and fell like a monster.

Dozens of light spots revolved around the huge body of the elephant demon, and the afterimage was woven into a net to completely dismember the elephant demon.

The brutal and **** killing has only just begun, and the demon group is cut in half.

Half of it is the extreme white. The mountains and grounds are frozen into ice, which is derived from the ability of Canglan. As a fairy sword that combines the five elements to the cold, he is born the king of ice and snow.

I saw the handsome and unparalleled young man floating in the air, his green silk gradually turned to silver and white, and kept growing, like a snake, engulfing countless monsters. Each of its hair strands is condensed by sword qi, and once entangled, it will be instantly twisted into minced meat.

The other half is eye-catching gold. Taiqing breaks itself down into countless light spots, like star sand fireflies, and a sandstorm formed by the sword gas in the wind. Everywhere you die, no grass grows.

The two sword souls released themselves without reservation. On the city tower, everyone in the Chen family had already watched.

They knew who Jingyue was next to, but when they really saw it, they found that their low strength limited their imagination. Just the sword soul of the two made the tide of no life to them. Become vulnerable.

The wind was blowing, and everyone's robes were hunting.

Jing Yue looked at the scene in front of him and asked with a smile: "Are you familiar?"

There was a flash of nostalgia in Qin Yanzhi's eyes, "Canglan and Taiqing also fought side by side in the mountains in those days."

Jing Yue turned around, the two looked at each other and smiled.

At that time he fought side by side with a teacher and apprentice, and now they are standing together, facing all life and death crises.

But in just one hour, tens of thousands of demons were completely killed and wounded.

With only two swords, Da Richeng held the gate of the city, while the rushed city dwellers stopped for a dozen miles outside the city.

A woman hugged her child and said anxiously, "City, city owner, why not leave?"

The middle-aged man she questioned was the owner of the Zhao family in the city's main government. The man frowned in the direction of Da Richeng.

Another monk hurriedly came, "City Lord, it seems that there is no sound at all in Daichi City?"

The woman froze, so far, can the centuries hear the movement in the city?

City owner: "It's not right, I'm sure that the tide has just arrived, but why is it so quiet at this time? Is the tide gone?"

Monk: "Isn't it possible? Unless the monster's death and injuries are too serious, the monster tide is impossible to retreat. There are only the Chen family staying in the city, and hundreds of Chen's family, how can they stop the monster tide?"

The city owner heard the other's mention of the Chen family, his eyes dimmed, "The location of the city owner, the Zhao family is not worth doing."

The monk froze and became silent.

For a long while, the city owner suddenly said, "You send the city people to flee."

Speaking of turning back to the direction of Da Richeng, the monk shouted angrily: "City Lord! You are too risky to go back now!"

The Lord of the City did not return, "If I don't go back, I will be restless in my life, and I will stop there."

The monk looked at the back of the city master and said nothing.

A few things that happened outside the city did not know a few people in the city.

At this point, the Chen family was in a state of jubilation, but after the excitement, Chen Guo said: "Once, the monsters have suffered a great loss from us. I dare not come again in a short time, but the nearby cities have been occupied by the monsters , I want to take a look. "

If someone is alive and someone needs help, they can contribute a little bit.

Ruan Jiu heard this, and he was a little bit interested in helping him. Now he is not high enough to play a large role in the war, but he can use what he has learned in a smaller battlefield.

After all, they are for the right way of the human race. Even mortals, even low-level monks, belong to the human race and the right way.

Wei Zhentu saw that Ruan Jiu intentionally left, and of course he would not leave, but Jingyue and Qin Yanzhi had important issues and had to leave first.

The crowd sent Jingyue and Qin Yan to the gate of the city, and Jingyue turned back and said, "You stay."

Chen Guo hurriedly said, "Let's send our ancestors again. Let's say goodbye today, and I don't know when we can see you again."

Ruan Jiu and Wei Zhentu looked at each other and agreed.

He looked at the half-ruined gate of Daichi City and said, "As long as we can survive the robbery safely, we will see you again. Time is tight, we will take a step first."

Said to call out Cang Lan, and Qin Yanzhi Yujian flying.

When their figures disappeared, Chen Guo mumbled, "Magic robbery, can you really pass?"

"Yes!" Ruanjiu affirmed, "If you are on the right track, you must pass this disaster!"

Chen Guo froze, and emphasized: "Yes! This disaster must pass!"

In the next few days, Jingyue and Qin Yanzhi rushed to Zhongzhou at the same time. At the same time, they also sent letters to various factions to inform everyone that they had successfully obtained the merits and hearts.

Han Yunzong.

Yi Ye came to the ancestor's palace again, and Cheng Nian was still with him.

The two respectfully put Zhu Xiang on the portrait of Jing Yuan, and then went to the portrait of Yiyi. After being on the incense, Yi Ye suddenly said: "Brother, my strength was weak in the last monster robbery. You and Er Brother will not let me go, this time, I can finally fight with you. "

Cheng Nian heard it for a moment, wondering what his ancestor was saying, and was about to ask, Yi Ye had turned to the portrait of Forgotten.

He stared at the man in the portrait for a long time, and signaled Cheng Nian to join him in incense.

In the smoke, Yi Ye suddenly asked Cheng Nian, "Your sword is called Taihao, and the second brother's sword is called Taiqing. You know, what is my sword?"

Cheng Nian shook his head. He has been with Yiye for more than a thousand years. He has seen a variety of weapons and magic weapons, but he has never seen Yiye's sword.

The next moment, I saw a dark blue sword in Yiye's hand. The sword body was slender and soft, but there is no doubt that once the sword came out, it would be a life-threatening sword.

Ye Ye changed to the old school, with a solemn look, "My sword is called Tai Cang!"

As soon as the voice fell, Tai Cang issued a sound of Qingyue's sword. At the same time, Cheng Hao on the side of Cheng Nian trembled as if responding to Tai Cang.

"In the past, Master gave us three brothers and one sword for each of us. Now things are right and wrong, but my sword is still in my hand, and I will also use my sword to keep the cold Yunzong flourishing forever!"

A leaf sword pointed at the top of the palace, and said loudly, "Let's send Han Yunzong up and down, start!"

"Om--"

The blue cloud bell on Qingyun Peak does not ring and self-sound, the thick bell sound spreads to every corner of Han Yunzong with a leaf instruction.

No matter where they are, no matter what the practice is, every disciple puts down his things and arches his hand in the direction of the Patriarch's Hall.

At the same time, the 100,000 Hanling Golden Light Formations and the Han Yunzong's tens of thousands of years of mountain protection have begun!

Before the first leaf, Kong Miao had already received a message from the Three Realms Temple closer to Jingyue.

He got up from the futon, his thin body was still upright, and his eyes were as calm as the deep sea in the quiet night. He stepped out of the zen room step by step to the main hall.

The majestic hall with carved beams and paintings is majestic and majestic. Buddha legends that have been circulating for thousands of years are engraved on the walls. It only makes people feel humble and scared.

And the plaque hanging on the top of the middle of the hall is inlaid with the three words of golden light-entering the hall of destruction.

Into the extinction, that is, the Buddha's body and the world's destiny have been exhausted. Into the extinction hall, it is the house of the relics of the Three Kingdoms monks of the past.

Kong Miao slowed her pace and gently opened the door of the main hall.

The sunlight from the outside pours into the interior, removing the shadows and paving the way for light.

Kong Miao stepped on the lighted ground, leaving a long shadow.

He came to the front of the altar, where tablets and wooden boxes were sold, and in each box was a relic.

Long and knelt on the air, kneeling forward, kneeling forward again, dragging a wooden box from under the altar.

In the wooden box, there is only one large red-inlaid gold puppet, which looks ordinary, but it symbolizes the status and glory of the first monk of the Three Realms Temple of each generation.

Kong Miao stroked her gently, her memory drifting as far back as 10,000 years ago.

At that time, Ding Yaoshan had already been swallowed up by the blood of the corpse mountains, and the sword marks left in the sky were slowly closed, announcing that the demon robberies had passed.

The snow was falling down in the sky, and raising the empty and beautiful grew up so that the mage sat in the blood on the ground, which was already exhausted.

Before his death, the Archmage really called the empty name, and the only thing he ordered the other person to do was to take off for himself.

Let it be: "empty, put on it."

Empty Miao: "But I--"

Let it be: "Put it on!"

Zhen Ran's tone was too majestic, Kong Miao didn't dare to disobey, and she could only carefully put the cricket on her body.

When he turned his head again, he saw a smile of relief on the wrinkled face, and said slowly: "From today on, the Sanjie Temple respects you."

Kong Miaocheng was frightened, and bowed his head, "The disciple respects his life."

"Remember, your responsibility."

Kongmiao's voice was so weak that she couldn't help crying like a rain and choked, "Disciple, remember it."

For a long time, he didn't wait for the answer from Zhen Rang, and Kuang Miao's heart burst out, and when he was about to look up, he heard Zhen Ran sigh, "Child, you are wronged ..."

The breeze rose, rolled a bodhi leaf into the temple of extinction, and blew it down to the empty feet.

Kongmiao returned to God, clenched his hands, and stood up, solemnly covering them as they were.

He strode out of the hall, bathed in sunlight, and never looked into the hall behind him.

——The disciples are not wronged. In this world of peace, this is the responsibility of the disciples!