Indescribable Invincibility

The dawn of dawn rises from the east.

The darkness dissipated, and the heart-warming Chenhui fell between the mountains, rivers and the world, but the sunlight that was supposed to be warm at this moment was sad, the hidden sorrow was pushed aside, revealed, and scarred.

"thanks."

Looking at the ray of morning light, King Ann whispered.

Watching the darkness gradually disappearing.

There was a lot of perseverance in his heart, not because of the darkness, but the one who walked toward the darkness alone.

"The dark road is long, and I hope the son will sing triumphs along the way."

The sound was like an awakening bell, and the princes of the Tianshu Pass shouted together, making the Cangyu roar, the earth trembling, and the towering Tianchengguan trembling.

Every prince bends down, gives the most cherished gift, and pays his respects.

The disappearance of darkness, people all understand the meaning of it.

The ancient emperor Qingxuan walked into the darkness and never saw him again.

And he is the same.

"The dark road is long, and I hope the son will sing triumphs along the way."

The people at Tianshuguan were old and young, and both men and women shouted. The sound resounded through this dawn, and the world was shaken by it.

this moment.

The eyes of the strong people in the Great Qin Dynasty were staring in this direction.

Listening to the quiet sound in the distance, the light in his eyes flickered.

In the city of Daqin, a strong person stood up and bowed down to the side of Tianshu Pass in front of the thousands of Daqin people.

The strong bow down.

This made Daqin people do not understand why, but thinking of the darkness, the soldiers guarding the city, they should worship and worship because of their feelings.

The Great Qin Dynasty went up and down, up to the lord of the dynasty, down to the people, and bowed down in that direction.

The people don't know who they are worshiping this time. They only think that they are the soldiers before the gratitude and fighting. Only the strong can understand who they are worshiping, the soldiers, and even the son.

The imperial city, hospitable inn.

The darkness was gone, and the tree fell and hovered in the wind.

In the Hospitable Inn, Guan Shi is like a dead old man standing in the backyard. The morning wind shakes his clothes and strands of silver hair are floating in the air.

His eyes opened sharply.

His gaze looked towards Tianshu Pass, and his gray and turbid eyes saw the white clouds drifting in the blue sky. Da Qin bowed down and painted a picture, which is a picture of gratitude.

The scene in the eyes is not as vigorous as imagined, nor is it earth-shattering.

There are only simple thanks and kowtowing, it looks so simple but so unforgettable, like a soft song that can't be sung, soft, faint, soft, sad...

Yan Wu's shoulders were shaking, his teeth clenched.

"Didn't you say you will come back."

He stood in place, unwilling to leave for a long time, feeling extremely uncomfortable in his heart.

Flying fairy gods.

The strong inside looked into the distance, with faint eyes, and no one knew what they were thinking.

Emperor Feixian looked at the direction of Tianshu Pass.

He thought of the mountains and rivers, the mountains are not high, the water is not deep, but it is quiet and peaceful, and the vegetation is fragrant.

"That's his burial place."

The soft whispering voice melted into the air.

He tried every means to kill Fang Xuan, but he didn't expect...he would end in this way.

For some reason, a heavy burden fell in the heart of Emperor Feixian, and he let out a long breath of breath.

A pair of scorching sun pupils flickered in dim light.

Only now did the emperor understand that the seemingly young man put too much pressure on him.

Unconsciously, the master of the gods was out of breath.

The invisible pressure waited until Fang Xuan died before the emperor realized it.

South Doushen Dynasty.

"Just die like this." Ning Yuxuan, the saint, was actually in a trance at this moment, feeling unreal.

Looking at the lightening sky outside.

The faces of many princes in the Star Palace were joyful.

To be honest, they are really scared.

Fearing that the white-clothed boy would come back, his mystery really made these princes who are in charge of thousands of lives and deaths fearful.

This day.

The broken wasteland shook.

When the night's watch arrived, the son attacked with a white robe to block the invasion of darkness. It was brilliant and sad.

The whole world was in an uproar because of him.

Those who knew Fang Xuan found it unbelievable, and the question that had lingered in his mind for a long time resurfaced in his mind.

Who the **** is he.

What kind of force is needed to have such a character.

The things he did were more myths than myths, almost dreamlike and seemingly false.

"Continuously creating miracles, the record that can't be reproduced is destined to shake the past and shimmer the present, even if it is death, it will last forever, and it will be sung forever."

"He doesn't belong to any force, maybe we all understand it wrong, such a person may be a kind of glory in his own existence, is he... an immortal?"

Some people who don't know are also inquiring about Fang Xuan.

The darkness came, and the darkness outside together with every living creature gathering place, Fang Xuan's figure was seen by living creatures, no one knew, the unknown person wanted to know who the white-clothed boy was.

Is it the emperor?

Which emperor has been from the ages to the present.

People want to sing for it.

Every wise creature in the world is talking about that son.

Dressed in white, with his head hanging on the old milk can, he drove through the darkness alone, just like the ancient emperor Qingxuan, suppressed the night watch, and returned the world to the sky.

Fang Xuan's name spread all over the world.

Everyone who learned of his deeds kept their mouths open for a long time.

"Is it the reincarnation of the emperor or emperor?"

"There has never been a saying that the emperor reincarnated. I think he is the disciple of the emperor's death, or the emperor's parent and child. He has survived to this era and bloomed with glory."

"Guys, his deeds did not exist in the past, will there be in the future? I don't think there will be any."

People are telling Fang Xuan's strength and are shocked by his existence.

There are also countless people who have left a touch of regret after admiring it.

"For such a person, if given time, the invincibility of Emperor Hong, Qiantu, and World Destruction will continue again, and we will witness the fourth invincible, another invincible voice."

"It's a pity... Heaven is unfair, God is jealous of talents."

Fang Xuan's deeds made people feel astonished and sighed.

The whole world is talking about him.

Most of them were stunned.

They didn't want to understand one thing.

"Is he an emperor or an emperor? There is no doubt that he has the power to fight against the darkness, but the later records describe him, how should he tell him?"

"The emperor? The emperor? But he doesn't seem to be a true witness. I heard that his cultivation only reaches the gate of Xuan Mi."

There will always be silence when talking about this.

At this time, someone told a news.

"It seems that the Daqin Dynasty intends to spend a price to bring back the lonely white man in darkness."

"Really? Aren't you afraid of futile work?"

"What the ancient Qingxuan Sect did in the past is the best explanation. They used to consume most of the foundation to communicate with the ancient Qingxuan Emperor who entered the darkness. In the end, they failed and almost didn't catch their breath. Only after thousands of years has it come back."

"Da Qin must be crazy, are they embarrassed and still do this?"

A few days passed.

The Palace of the Empress.

"Fang Xuan." Jiang Yinyue Mochizuki murmured.

That day she cried loudly and kept crying. She has never been like that since she was born.

Fang Xuan embarked on the path of the ancient emperor Qingxuan and fought against the darkness. She had missed countless classics, and without exception, the results were all directed towards one point, hopeless and unable to help.

"Yue'er."

Sunanzhen walked into the boudoir and called out softly.

"Mother." Jiang Yinyue turned her head, and she didn't know when there were two tear marks on the cheeky cheek, and tears slipped down.

I don't know when she looked at the moon and wept. At this moment, she is not like the palace lord in charge of the holy land of the first house, but a weak woman, confused and misty in her eyes.

"Heal your injuries well." Su Nanzhen didn't say anything else, and patted Xia Jiang Yinyue on the shoulder.

Jiang Yinyue was injured when resisting the night watch, and is now recuperating.

"Um."

Jiang Yinyue responded.

She enters the pranayama, and only in this way can she forget it for a while.

Looking at her disciple, who was regarded as her daughter, Sunan Zhen was silent for a long time. She shook her head slowly and sat aside slowly.

The comfort of any language is pale.

Su Nanzhen looked at a piece of jade on the table, which Fang Xuan gave Jiang Yinyue.

"Is he really dead?"

She was in a daze until now, that person actually died.

...

Xiling Holy Land, Huating on the shore of the small lake.

The arrogant and cold Yao Ji sat in it to heal her wounds. She had no joy or sorrow. She had been quiet since that day, as if it was not Fang Xuan who died, or Fang Xuan's death did not shake her in the slightest.

The aura on her body was even higher than before, and the farther the Divine Fire Realm went.

An elder came over and wanted to report on the recent situation.

Yao Ji opened her eyes.

Elder General Cai Ningxue finished the report, and there was a cold voice in his ears.

"Take out the magical medicine to save people. At all costs, those who pay for the Holy Land should do their best to save..."

"Yes." After listening to the orderly orders, Elder Cai Ningxue nodded.

She turned around and left.

He just stopped after walking a few steps and looked back at Yao Ji.

"Does Elder Ningxue have anything else?"

Yao Ji spoke quietly, looking at Elder Cai Ningxue with clear eyes.

Hear the words.

Elder Cai Ningxue shook his head, "The old man thinks of something and disturbs the Holy Lord."

After an apologizing, she left.

In her heart, Elder Cai Ningxue felt...The Holy Lord seemed to be colder than ever.

Is it an illusion?

Cai Ningxue whispered and shook her head slightly and walked away.

...

Time passed day by day.

Tu Sinan had a dream, in which...

In the low mountains outside the pass, the green grass is desolate, the trees are weng and green, the fresh petals are shining with a few drops of tears, the sky is blue, deep and high.

Quiet and peaceful.

A few white clouds are fluttering, and the breeze is blowing cool and refreshing.

It is a small hill.

He sat there, his white clothes as always, slender and dustless, like an immortal and more like a person, the son of a turbid world.

This seems to be the burial place he chose for himself.

He looked at Tu Sinan.

The figure gradually dimmed, his life came to an end, the oil was exhausted, the lamp was dry, his eyes faded, and the blood on his face gradually disappeared.

"Do not."

Tu Sinan strode forward, grabbing at him, and a heart-piercing sound came from his throat.

next moment.

Tu Sinan sat up on the couch, sweating on his forehead.

"Did you dream of him again?" Yan Wucong walked in, and he heard Tu Sinan's dream, anxious and painful voice.

Tu Sinan looked at Yan Wu.

"I saw him." Tu Sinan recalled the broken dream. Fang Xuan had closed his eyes and was lying in the dry mountain with no anger.

Did not go on.

Tu Sinan gets up and washes habitually.

While washing, he said, "How are you preparing."

Hearing this, Yan did not speak.

He knew what the preparations Tu Sinan was talking about, the Great Qin Dynasty was going to try to recall Fang Xuan, just like the actions of the Qing Xuan ancient country.

"Chunqiu is here."

"Um?"

Listening to these words, Tu Sinan's face was startled.

How can Spring and Autumn come?

It's just that this doubt didn't exist for long, and Tu Sinan thought of the reason.

Xia Chunqiu is planning to use imperial spirit.

As the lord of the dynasty, he has the blessing of imperial aura, and even if his realm is low, he can also kill the gods.

His arrival is to use imperial aura as a price to strengthen the possibility of retrieving Fang Xuan.

The outside world is spreading.

The Da Qin Dynasty wanted to use its background to call Fang Xuan back. This is not a rumor but a fact.

"I'm going to see Chunqiu." Tu Sinan said.

Yan Wu nodded.

He came here because he wanted to talk to Tu Sinan about this matter and go with Tu Sinan.

This time, Yan Wu also brought some things from home, a humanoid magic drug! A saint bone!

Inside Tianshuguan.

The arrival of Xia Chunqiu was greeted by the kings.

"You are the pillars of my great Qin pillar, no need to be polite." Xia Chunqiu said.

He stood in the main mansion of Guan Nei, looking into the distance.

Fang Xuan's death attracted many people's attention, and it also caused many powerful monks and celebrities to cross the void to the outside of Daqin Tianshu Pass.

Nothing else, just to worship Fang Xuan.

Sounds can be heard from time to time outside the customs.

"The Master of the Profound Hall is here."

"The patriarch of the Celestial Silkworm Protoss is here."

"The prince of the Huoyan Kingdom is here!"

"Miaoling Mountain, Taoist Xuantian has arrived."

"Elder Ma Zong is here!"

"Clan Chief Jin, the three patriarchs are here!"

...

The ground outside Tianshu Pass was about to be trampled on, and the endless stream of monks wanted to see the young man in white.

Although everyone knew that he did not leave any traces, he still came. It seemed that he wanted to feel the environment at that time. The only pity was that his breath was never exposed, and he couldn't feel the vast emperor's breath.

"Guzong Qingxuan came to say that he would like to help us." King Ann said to Xia Chunqiu.

Xia Chunqiu nodded slightly, he had expected it.

Fang Xuan’s approach is too similar to that of the Qingxuan ancient emperor. The vigil went into the darkness every day, fought against the darkness, and never returned. This is the eternal pain of the Qingxuan ancient sect. For Fang Xuan, from that moment on, they I admire him from the bottom of my heart, and even if Fang Xuan is still alive, as long as he is willing, Qing Xuan Ancient Sect is willing to use the highest standard method to invite him as an enshrinement and treat him as a fellow.

"If we have any needs in the future, they are still willing to help."

King Ann spoke again, and after a pause, the words rang again, "Qingxuan Guzong thinks that since Mr. Fang helped us Daqin, they can't help us."

Listen to this sentence.

Xia Chunqiu sat in the first place, did not speak, her eyes flickered.

He looked at the sky outside the door, at the patch of white clouds.

"Is this also your calculation..." Xia Chunqiu murmured in his heart.

Then he shook his head slightly.

"We did everything possible to pull the neutral Qingxuan Ancient Sect to stand in the team, but we didn't expect it to be done in this way."

A soft voice came from Xia Chunqiu's mouth, there was no joy, only a kind of tiredness, a kind of choking.

"Is there anything else to play."

Xia Chunqiu talks again.

Tianjihou over there~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the only female prince spoke.

"Mr. Fang’s disciples, they don’t want us to set up the burial mound." She sighed. Several times the soldiers who fought at the Great Qin Tianshu Pass wanted to erect a simple monument to pay homage to Mr. Fang, but An Ranran refused to let us say Fang Xuan. not dead.

He even kicked and smashed stone tablets and shattered a half-built cemetery.

"Master will not die."

"Master is not dead."

An An Ranran spoke at the same time, like a fairy from heaven and earth, pink and white, with a small mouth pouting, and his big eyes shining with affirmation.

Whenever I think of this weather, I am silent...

...

Cheating on the QAQ, and saying that it should be updated, suddenly came inspiration to write a letter, which is still a four-thousand-word chapter.

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