First Pavilion Under Heaven, the night falls, the cold moon falls on the ground, and the pavilion is filled with rays of light. Night Lord travels, the heaven and the earth celebrate together.
"Boom boom"
The pavilion shook, the door opened wide, and a figure in black clothes and a high crown walked out, with a cold and noble temperament.
Night Lord, the Lord of the Night who frightened everyone in the world, has returned to the world after a hundred years.
Taking one step forward, the space was distorted, and Night Lord's figure dispersed out of thin air and disappeared.
Three Imperial Cities, Thirteenth Prince's Manor, the lights are brightly lit, illuminating the entire mansion as bright as day.
In the royal palace, tea was rolling and the fragrance was fragrant. In front of him, a young man in plain clothes was making tea quietly, with a focused look and calm eyes.
Outside the hall, the void moved slightly, and Night Lord appeared, looking at the young people in the hall with his eyes, not in a hurry to disturb him.
Tea ceremony, I haven't seen such a Flowing Clouds and Water tea ceremony for a long time.
In the Primeval Demonic Realm, it is not easy for the human race to survive, so how can they still have the mood to delve into the past Camellia chess and chess methods. Many lost techniques are almost invisible today.
After a long time, in the palace, the tea was poured into the cup. It was clear and bright, and the fragrance of the tea spread, refreshing.
"Night Lord, please."
Ning Chen spoke calmly.
Outside the hall, Night Lord heard this, nodded gently and said, "Thank you very much."
Reaching out to brush off the wind and frost on his knees, Night Lord stepped into the hall, knelt down in front of the tea table.
The tea is placed in front of the table, and the fragrance is permeated. In the tea, three liang of green tea leaves float, slender and plump.
Night Lord Pick up the tea, smell the fragrance, and take a sip. The fragrance of the tea enters your throat. After tasting it carefully, there is a sweet and bitter aftertaste that lingers for a long time, making people intoxicated.
"Good tea"
Night Lord showed admiration and praised, "His Royal Highness's tea art is worthy of being called a master, he is truly extraordinary."
"I don't dare take the word "grandmaster" seriously.
Ning Chen said calmly, "The teas in Crown Prince's Estate are all the best in the world. It does not require high tea skills to make tea. In my hundreds of years of experience in the art of tea, there is only one person who can be called a master. Unfortunately, she has passed away."
"That's a shame."
Night Lord sighed, "The person who can be praised by His Highness must be a rare talent in the world."
"The word "Yicai" is too light."
Ning Chen picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said two words silently.
Her existence is like the brightest shooting star, short but brilliant. The only evaluation that can be worthy of her is only five words, Foremost Person Under Heaven.
At least, no one could deny it during her lifetime.
Even if he knew his destiny, he would still be inferior.
The tea entered the throat, and the aftertaste was long. Ning Chen put down the teacup in his hand, and his thoughts returned.
Is he old? Why do I keep thinking about things from back then recently?
Smiling at himself, Ning Chen gathered his thoughts, looked at the First Pavilion Under Heaven Pavilion Master in front of him, and said calmly, "I'm sorry, I got a little lost in thinking about some past events."
"Having unforgettable memories is not a bad thing."
Night Lord didn't pay attention, a look of vicissitudes of life flashed in his eyes, and said, "Thirteenth Prince, to tell you the truth, before coming here, this Pavilion Master still had doubts, but after seeing His Highness, all the doubts in my heart were dispelled."
"Oh?"
Ning Chen heard this, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Night Lord means that you can trust me now?"
"Your Highness said so, I don't deny it." Night Lord answered as he picked up the tea cup.
"Night Lord is really a person who trusts others easily."
Ning Chen smiled and said in an indifferent tone, "I admire Night Lord for being able to lead the human race to survive so far. However, admiration is admiration, and cooperation is cooperation. If First Pavilion Under Heaven can bring me trouble instead of help, then I can only say sorry."
"Compared to the Hundred Races, can't First Pavilion Under Heaven, who is a human race force, be more trusted by His Highness?" Night Lord asked.
"Can't."
Ning Chen directly denied, "Hundred races have different minds, but the human race is also fickle. I would rather use the hundreds of races to do things than be constrained by the so-called same race. In the end, I will be burdened by them. If I encounter someone with different intentions, I will have to endure nausea and clean up the family. It's troublesome."
Night Lord stared, Thirteenth Prince's words are not unreasonable. If it were him, I'm afraid he would make the same choice.
"Night Lord Since I came here in person today, I have one thing to say clearly."
Ning Chen looked at the man in front of him and said calmly, "Cooperating with First Pavilion Under Heaven will do more harm than good. Once the two Demon Emperors know that I have deep connections with human forces, all the help I received today will immediately turn into resistance. Night Lord, do you understand?"
Night Lord fell silent after hearing this. After a long time, he said, "I understand, sorry for bothering you."
After saying that, Night Lord put down the tea cup in his hand, stood up and walked out of the hall.
In front of the tea table, Ning Chen stared at the former's back and said, "Since First Pavilion Under Heaven is a killer organization, it must be better than anyone else in collecting money and buying lives. I happen to have a business deal. I wonder if First Pavilion Under Heaven dares to take it."
When Night Lord heard this, he paused, looked back at the young man in the hall, and said, "First Pavilion Under Heaven, there is no business that we dare not take."
"Okay"
Ning Chen stood up and said calmly, "I want one person's life. In the West, two princes in the imperial city are enough. I don't want that one to come back again."
After hearing who the former person was talking about, Night Lord's expression froze. This is really a big deal.
"This is the deposit."
Ning Chen raised his hand, and in the surging spiritual energy, a mountain-like pile of Immortal Jade appeared. The astonishing number was jaw-dropping.
Night Lord stared, and after a moment, he calmed down, turned around and continued walking out of the palace.
"Your Highness's credibility is trustworthy to this Pavilion Master. The deposit will be waived. Once the task is completed, I will collect payment from Your Highness according to the payment standard of First Pavilion Under Heaven."
As soon as the words fell, the void shook in front of the king's palace, and Night Lord's figure walked into it, and disappeared after an instant.
Night Lord left, and the palace returned to peace. Ning Chen looked at the beating fire in front of him and sighed softly in his heart.
It's not that he is unkind, but that this world is inherently ruthless. If he had feelings, how could he fight against this ruthless world.
Outside the palace, the night is getting darker, and Crown Prince's Estate is so quiet that almost no sound can be heard. Inside the palace, the figure who has never fallen asleep is still meditating day and night as usual, with his head full of white hair, which is extremely dazzling.
Outer Heavens, Moon Worshipper Ancient Land, the two swords reflect the sun and the moon, the heaven's words move the world, the delicate hands dance, one person shakes the two swords.
Outside the battle, Qing Ling quietly watched the three people fighting, his expression focused and his gaze unwavering.
In the battle, the blue sword light pressed forward step by step, Sword of Original Heart, anticipating the enemy, and Sword Heart, without any flaws.
On the other side, the white clothes are like lightning, and the extremely fast sword is so fast that it is difficult to recognize. One Mortal Sword is better than the peerless magic weapon.
Between the two of them, Yin'er, who looked to be no more than twenty-eight years old, looked solemn, and his cultivation level was at its fullest. Phoenix Divine Flame was surrounded by his body, and his movements were like heaven and earth taking orders.
The source of the heavenly language, the body of the phoenix, gathered together Yin'er, the most powerful inheritance in the world, and his combat power increased by leaps and bounds. He could face two swords alone without any fear.
"Boom"
The palm swords clashed again, the heaven and the earth moved together, and the aftermath shook. In the holy land, the runes rose endlessly, blocking the impact of the battle.
After the initial intention, the sword of extreme speed swept over instantly, no matter how fast it was, it was still faster.
Yin'er calmed down, turned his palms, Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy compressed heavily, and faced the sword.
The palm moves forward, and the body in white clothes flashes, unable to move, and then the girl is behind him.
At the same time, in the hands of A'man, the original intention changed. Before Phoenix was summoned, he anticipated the enemy.
"Heavenly Punishment"
One move was restrained, and the next moved again, Yin'er gave a sweet shout, the whole body was rushing and stirring, the heaven and the earth were ordered, and thousands of thunders came to the world.
"Boom"
A huge earthquake shook the earth, and in the sea of thunder, white clothes flashed, and the figure remained calm despite the thunder.
On the other side, in the hands of A'man, Zixiao appeared, both swords moved together, and the sword light cut through the wind and thunder.
After one move, A'man's figure came up to him again, Zixiao disappeared, and his original intention regained its glory.
In the void, Bai Yi raised his sword wings, and with absolute speed, he tore apart time and space in an instant, reaching the end of the battle.
With absolute strength, the pure heart, and the fastest sword, the two of them joined forces, and Yin'er, who was as powerful as the two inheritances of Tianyu and Phoenix, quickly fell into a disadvantage, and it was difficult to show off his full strength.
Boom, I heard that the two swords were shaking the power of the sky, and at the moment of defeating the enemy with the original intention, Mortal Sword flew across the sky and stabbed the girl in the heart.
An inch in front of his heart, Mortal Sword stepped forward, and the battle stopped instantly.
During the battle, two figures appeared. A'man and Mu Chengxue looked at the girl in front of them without saying a word.
Yin'er recovered from the shock, looked slightly gloomy, and said, "I lost."
This was the third time, and every time, she could not hold on for more than ten moves.
She has received the inheritance from Heaven Speaker and her master, but she has never been able to exert all her strength.
A'man stepped forward, patted the girl's head gently, and said softly, "I'm making progress, don't be in a hurry."
On the side, Mu Chengxue waved his hand, sheathed his sword, turned and left.
Talent can never be equated with strength. If they had the same strength and cultivation, her master alone would be enough to block everyone present.
"Thank you for your hard work."
The moment he lost his body, Qing Ling spoke calmly.
"She did a good job, but it was not enough."
Mu Chengxue said calmly, "The strength she should have is far more than that. She got Phoenix Origin from her master, but the power she exerted was less than half of her master's."
"Just wait a little longer."
Qing Ling sighed softly and said, "You also know how much suffering her master has suffered in order to have combat power that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve."
Mu Chengxue was silent. After a moment, he nodded and said, "I know, A'man and I will continue to train her until she can unleash all her potential."
After saying that, Mu Chengxue said nothing more and continued walking forward.
Qing Ling withdrew his gaze and looked at the girl in front of him, his eyes becoming extremely complicated.
Yin'er, the time left for you may really be running out.
At the same time, in the northwest of the Primeval Demonic Realm, Yangguan Peak, First Pavilion Under Heaven, the pavilion under the cold moon is surrounded by smoke and fog. In the east, Four Profound Realm is the first person sitting quietly. In front of him, smoke from the incense burner floats, fogging his face.
Looking at the solitary figure shining a sword, it is bitingly cold, and the body is covered with plum blossoms, which adds to the charm.
The cold wind rises, the solitary lamp dances lightly, reflecting the cold body of a person. I don't know where the black sand, lightly decorated with black and white, and the golden scroll of the saint reflect the purity of the world.
The void moved, and Night Lord came. He stared at the sword in the fog for a long time without disturbing him.
Behind the solitary lamp, Hong Jin wiped the sword, as gentle as water. The years on the sword lasted for hundreds of years.