Western Immortal Realm collapsed, and the heroes left. In the starry sky, two figures, one large and one small, walked side by side, heading towards Black Star.
The trip to the fairy world has gained a lot. The affirmative answer when Queen Mother of the West disappeared made the doubts that had been lingering in his heart dissipate a lot.
He didn't know when he would find the real way to bring him back to life, but as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would keep going.
In addition, there was one thing that he still couldn't figure out. Why did Queen Mother of the West use a golden hairpin to draw out the Tianhe River and bury the black whirlpool at the end of the fairy world before disappearing.
The thing that makes the Lord of the Western Immortal Realm care must be extraordinary. What is that huge black vortex?
As for the matter of Phoenix Body, there are still too many unknowns. He never thought that one day, the person he could not trust the most would be himself.
After walking for many days, Mo Xing was already in front of him. Ning Chen gathered his thoughts and stepped into it with the little girl.
Ink Mountain, Message Peak On the platform, Ink Lord felt something. He opened his eyes and looked into the distance. A trace of brilliance flashed through, which was indescribable.
Not long after, a figure in black stepped forward, bowed and said respectfully, "Master"
Ink Lord nodded and said, "It's good to come back. Let's go back and rest first."
"Yes"
Ning Chen saluted again and walked away immediately.
Outside Message Peak, the big hand took the small hand and walked towards Ninth Peak together.
One day later, on Message Peak, five figures returned at the same time. The leader of Third Peak, Soaring Cloud, bowed respectfully and then detailed the story of the group in the fairy world.
On the platform, Ink Lord listened to the former's story. There was no change on his old face. He nodded slightly and said, "I already know, please step back."
The five of them bowed in unison, turned and retreated.
On Ninth Peak, a man in black clothes stood quietly, looking in the direction of Message Peak, his dark eyes like abyss, showing no change in emotion.
Behind him, Yin'er is practicing his sword hard, every move is still just the basics.
Vermilion Sword, which was cut from green bamboo, whistled softly in the wind. Indistinctly, there were bursts of phoenix chirping, and the sword breath attracted each other and coiled around the sword body.
Learning martial arts requires qualifications, and there is no doubt about Yin'er's talent. In addition, he has used Phoenix Blood to refine his martial arts bones, and his foundation has already surpassed that of a so-called martial arts wizard.
Knowing destiny is not a genius, so Yin'er will never be regarded as a genius. Teaching swords still starts from the basics. Day after day, it is only the most basic of basics.
Learning swordsmanship is very boring, especially when it is just a few basic moves every day. When the little girl gets tired of practicing, she will always get into a temper.
However, Ning Chen, who had always been very indulgent of the little girl, never gave in on this matter.
He knows very well that if you don't endure hardships, how can you see the sword on the sword?
The most indispensable thing in this world is genius. Geniuses who cannot fulfill their talents are of no use.
In the sky, the scorching sun went westward. The day gradually passed. As the sun was about to set, a calm voice came to Ninth Peak from the distance.
"Junior Brother Ninth, come Third Peak"
Ning Chen heard this, turned around, looked into the distance Third Peak, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Yin'er, you continue practicing your sword, I'll go out and I'll be back soon."
As he spoke, the black clothes flew out, turned into a stream of light, and flew towards Third Peak.
Yin'er Seeing this, he curled his lips and continued to practice his sword hard.
Third Peak, a young man in yellow clothes is arranging the medicine field on the peak. In the medicine field, which is less than ten feet square, one big medicine plant grows in it. The medicine is fragrant. Just smelling it makes people feel relaxed and happy.
In the medicine field, the man in yellow had an ordinary appearance and a reserved aura. He looked nothing special, not even as good as an ordinary warrior.
However, only people in the Mo Sect know that the master of Third Peak is the first person in the Mo Sect besides Ink Lord.
Ayluo Zhen once said that although she was both in the late stage of the Transcendent Immortal Void Realm, the chance that she could defeat her third senior brother in a real fight was less than 10%.
Ning Chen appeared, came to the medicine field, looked at the man in yellow in the medicine field, and said politely, "Third Senior Brother"
Soaring Cloud raised his head, smiled gently, and said, "Here you go, wait a moment, you'll be fine soon."
Ning Chen nodded and waited outside the medicine field with a calm expression.
About half a quarter of an hour later, Soaring Cloud sorted out the medicines in the medicine field and walked out.
"Long time waiting" Soaring Cloud said with a smile.
"Third senior brother, you're welcome," Ning Chen responded.
Soaring Cloud smiled and said, "Actually, there is nothing too important when I call you here. It's just some small things that I can't worry about. After much deliberation, you are the only one who is most suitable, Ninth Junior Brother."
"Third Senior Brother, please speak." Ning Chen responded.
"I'm going to go out these days. I can't worry about the flowers and plants here, so I asked my junior brother to help me take care of them." Soaring Cloud said softly.
"How long will it take?" Ning Chen frowned slightly and said.
"I don't know"
Soaring Cloud shook his head and said, "Maybe ten days, maybe a few months, maybe..."
At the end of his words, Soaring Cloud's tone stagnated and he stopped talking. He smiled and said, "Anyway, before I come back, I will leave these herbs to my junior brother."
Ning Chen nodded slightly and agreed.
"One last thing, I heard that my junior brother is very skilled in swordsmanship. I wonder if my junior brother is lucky enough to have a spar with my junior brother."
As he spoke, Soaring Cloud waved his hand, and a wooden box flew out of the bamboo house behind him. The moment the wooden box was opened, a white sword as thin as a cicada's wings flew out. The sound of the sword was sad and piercing.
"Third Senior Brother, do you know how to use a sword?"
Ning Chen narrowed his eyes and asked softly. Among the Western Immortal Realm, he had never seen Soaring Cloud use a sword, nor had he heard Ayluo Zhen and Qi Huan mention it.
"Know a little bit"
Soaring Cloud held the sword and responded.
"Junior Brother's Luck"
Ning Chen looked down, waved his hand, blue light flowed, and Taishi appeared.
"Please"
"Please"
As soon as he finished speaking, Soaring Cloud moved first, a white rainbow emerged, the sword danced with the person, and the wonderful sword sense began to show its edge.
Ning Chen swung his sword to block the attack, with a loud sound, the sword light was dazzling, and the sword sound was resounding.
Soaring Cloud The blade of the sword turned in his hand, and Ling Hua turned around, just like Cao Yi coming out of the water, Sword Intent dense.
The sword changes extremely quickly, the sword is real and the sword is virtual, indistinguishable and indistinguishable.
Ning Chen's eyes flashed with brilliance, the sword edge swam, and he followed the movement of the sword to meet the exquisite sword.
The two swords meet, and they are separated at the touch. In the clash of fast swords, one sword is faster than the other, the sword light passes, the black hair falls at the same time, and the free and easy style interweaves a perfect and picturesque swordsman's duel.
On the remaining four peaks, Ayluo Zhen, Qi Huan and other Four Disciples of Ink Sect looked at Third Peak, a showdown between sword watchers.
None of them knew that it turned out that the third senior brother's sword attainments were so extraordinary.
"White Rainbow"
Meeting an opponent with a sword is a blessing in life, but you can't help it. In the final sword battle, there is a sad sound in the sword.
"Huh?"
Ning Chen tilts his ears, moves his sword, and swims with steps.
The criss-crossing white rainbow light is extremely gorgeous. The sword light in the rainbow has no beginning and end. It is the first time in the world to see this amazing and beautiful sword.
Suddenly I heard the mournful sound of swords, one after another in the sword rainbow.
Suddenly, a dazzling red dripped down the sword body, instantly dyeing the ground in front of him red.
Upon entering the eyes, the Grand Beginning Sword blade penetrated half an inch into the body, and the final chapter of the sword technique ended quietly at its most gorgeous moment.
"Why?" Ning Chen said, frowning.
"For no reason, the winner is stronger, junior brother, you win."
Soaring Cloud said softly with an obscure smile on his face.
The body came out, the sword edge separated from the body, and a trace of blood flowed down, which was sad and beautiful.
The distinction between victory and defeat, at this moment, becomes blurred and difficult to distinguish.
The white rainbow flew into the wooden box, and the sound of the sword disappeared and could no longer be heard.
"Ning Chen, it's getting late, senior brother won't keep you here anymore, please come back," Soaring Cloud said with a smile.
"Junior Brother farewell"
Hearing this, Ning Chen suppressed the doubts in his heart, bowed politely again, and immediately walked towards Ninth Peak.
Eighth Peak, Ayluo Zhen A flash of sadness flashed in her eyes. She delayed her time, but pushed the third senior brother forward.
"Ling Luo, there is no need to feel sad for me, everyone has a destiny, I have no regrets in this life."
A calm voice came, without too many waves, and a sword duel ended the last regret.
"Senior brother, is it really impossible to change?" Ayluo Zhen said sadly.
"Junior Brother Ninth is different from anyone I have ever met. Perhaps, you can get the answer to your question from him. However, Senior Brother can't wait any longer, so he takes the first step. I hope Bridge of Helplessness, you guys can come later."
Third Peak, Soaring Cloud smiled faintly, picked up the sword box, and walked down the mountain.
On the various peaks, Four Disciples of Ink Sect all bowed to bid farewell to their third senior brother.
On Ninth Peak, Ning Chen's eyes became more and more profound. Looking at Soaring Cloud going down the mountain, his heart felt inexplicably heavy.
Although he couldn't feel the breath of the sword just now, he could still hear the cold sound of the sword. This battle was not only a sparring match, but also a farewell.
Message Peak, Ink Lord opened their eyes, looked at Soaring Cloud leaving, and sighed softly for a long time.
On the tenth day, Ink Mountain was as peaceful and peaceful as before, without any abnormalities. However, on the eleventh day, a young man who looked like a teenager came up the mountain, carrying the White Rainbow Sword box on his back.
"Ink Lord, Brother Soaring Cloud left a message to give this sword to Ninth Peak."
On Message Peak, the young man bowed respectfully, put down the sword box, and said.
On the ground, the blood-stained sword box was dazzlingly red, and the rainbow sword in the box screamed faintly.
"You go ahead," Ink Lord sighed with a flash of emotion in his old eyes.
"Thank you Ink Lord"
The young man saluted respectfully.
Half an hour later, the young man boarded Ninth Peak, looked at the figure in black in front of the peak, and said respectfully, "Mr. Ninth, Brother Soaring Cloud asked me to send this sword, please accept it."
The sword box was opened, and a white rainbow lay quietly in it, with blood weeping on the sword, and the drops were glaring.
"Third senior brother, uh"
Ayluo Zhen, Qi Huan and others appeared. When they saw White Rainbow Sword, they felt a pain in their hearts.
"The sword has been delivered. I'll take my leave."
The young man put down his sword box, bowed politely again, and turned to leave.
"Excuse me, what's your name?"
Ayluo Zhen came back to his senses, looked at the young man, and said.
The young man stopped, turned around and said calmly, "I'm just an ordinary sword deliverer. My name doesn't matter to you gentlemen. I'll see you later."
After saying that, the young man walked away without saying another word.
The young man left. On Ninth Peak, five figures looked at White Rainbow Sword in the sword box and stood silently. For a long time, the masters of Sixth Peak and Seventh Peak sighed deeply and stepped away.
"Ninth Junior Brother, since Third Senior Brother gave this sword to you, please keep it."
Taking one last look at Bai Hong, Qi Huan looked at the young man in front of him and sighed softly.
On the side, Ayluo Zhen clenched her hands and turned pale, with sadness in her eyes. Why, could this be their fate?