Nine Heavens

"Haha, Peak Master Liu Dai will regret accepting the bet, right?

However, my son has always been benevolent and righteous. If you really can't afford to place a bet, as long as you obediently hand over the things that won me during the day, I will act as if nothing happened. What do you think? "

After finishing speaking, Mr. Wenyang stared at Liu Qianlang viciously.

There were deep waves in Liu Qianlang's eyes, his face was solemn, his stern face was a little pale, he turned his head to look at the members of the various peaks of Xuanling Sect, and then ignored Mr. Wenyang's rebelliousness.

Instead, he waved his hand and pointed at the sky sword above the practice field, and said with a smile:

"Haha, since ancient times, the fairy sword has been proud. It should be Huanyu Xiaoyao, but the sky, isn't it lonely? Since Mr. Wenyang has shown the sword of Wenyang Palace, how can I, Little Tianfeng, be stingy! Please see!"

Before the words were finished, a bright red shot out from Liu Qianlang's body like a small red fish, and shot at the trembling Celestial Sword under the moonlight with a beautiful bright red divine light.

When it got close, the little red fish kept entwining and playing around the Cang Qiong Sword, looking extremely curious and cheering.

"Ha ha ha ha······

Peak Lord Liu Dai didn't tease me, did he? What kind of treasure are you?

Ha ha ha ha······"

Young Master Wenyang couldn't help laughing when he saw Liu Qianlang release such a small fish-like treasure.

The people in the arena looked at the space of more than ten feet in amazement. Under the moonlight, a bright red fish that looked like blood was swimming around the sky sword.

And Cang Qiong Sword also seemed to be extremely happy, and the gigantic gymnasium swelled several times, making a deep moan.

From a distance, it looks like a huge emerald sword with a red rope constantly wrapped around it, which is very beautiful and interesting.

Disciples of various sects look at me and I look at you, all of them are inexplicable.

Xiuhuan and Lanying, who were beside the Moqing Empress, saw everything in front of them, and their memories instantly returned to that night in Qingshi Villa a few years ago.

On the cliff, there is a scene of a child in white playing with a small red fish in the void of the night.

Xiuhuan lost her voice and shouted:

"That's the Soul Evocation Excalibur!"

The sound is crisp and graceful, just like the beautiful light traces of the soul-evoking sword.

That's right, Empress Moqing stared at that naughty little fish closely, she was very excited, and finally saw you.

Brother Meng Meng and himself have been looking for it ever since Xiuhuan and Lanying said that they had seen the Soul-Evoking Excalibur. It has been four or five years in a blink of an eye, and now they finally see it.

Calling back the soul, the world is in chaos, the demon realm is mad, and the heavens are upside down, these are the verses left by the ancient immortals.

Such rumors have been spread since 30,000 years ago, and they are deeply feared in the hearts of every high-ranking person in the sect.

The appearance of the Soul-calling Sword means that the world of immortals and demons will be in chaos, and the peace of the immortal world for more than 30,000 years may be broken at any time. This is something that the orthodox sects do not want to see.

Soul-calling Excalibur seemed to realize that the human race below had discovered its identity, and suddenly jumped to a height of more than a hundred feet above the Sky Sword.

Bursts of bright red light burst out all over his body, and at the same time his figure continued to grow until he was more than a hundred feet away, with the sword stabbing downwards, leaning against the dome.

The Yin Hong sword glow turned into a rainbow about ten feet in diameter, reflecting the entire Tai Cang Peak in a sea of ​​red flames.

At this moment, the laughter of Mr. Wenyang who had been laughing wildly stopped suddenly, the smile accumulated on his face froze there, his body remained motionless, and he stared in disbelief at the Evoking Excalibur above Cangyu.

Seeing the momentum, the Celestial Sword suddenly soared to a height similar to that of the Summoning Sword, and then swelled in tremors, and it was also a hundred feet away. Looking around, the sky was divided into two parts, half of which was emerald green, and the other half was shimmering. , How miraculous and miraculous.

This situation and this scene have already stunned the dignitaries of various factions, they stood up one after another, staring at the Aoyu twin swords.

Immortal Bing Po swept away his previously calm face, his cold eyes were full of worry, and the good-natured scholar next to him was also extremely calm.

But after a long time, he comforted the real Bing Po and said:

"What is supposed to come will come after all. When the prehistoric world comes, there has never been eternal peace. As a righteous sect, we regard defending the common people as our duty, traveling in the void, fighting demons and eliminating demons as our career. This is our great wish in the journey of cultivating immortals. Do your best to do it!"

Master Bingpo looked back indifferently at Master Dongxuan who was a good scholar, and nodded solemnly.

Then he looked movedly at the other peak masters and dignitaries of various factions, all of them had complicated expressions on their faces.

The disciples of the younger generation looked at the beautiful sky, most of them only thought that the rare treasures appeared in the world, and the miracles through the ages. When they were excited, they whispered to each other and talked a lot.

Only a few high-level disciples who are calm and insightful have sensed the imminent crisis in the fairy world.

While Master Ciyuan and Taoist Qingxin were astonished, Master Bingpo sent his thoughts:

"Head of Ice Soul, look, this matter of forging soldiers?"

Bing Po heard the words, thought for a while, and replied quietly:

"Master Ciyuan, don't worry, there is no abnormal change in these two swords.

However, the situation is serious, so let's temporarily recall the other forging divisions in Piaoyuan. Due to the bet, only Liu Qianlang and Mr. Wenyang can enter the competition. "

"Amitabha, it is very good, so good, so good!"

Ci Yuan clasped his palms together to express his agreement, so that there would be no sudden change, and the two swords would break into the head of the household in the Nascent Realm, hurting innocent people.

The agreement between the two was finalized, so they stopped talking and watched the actions of Liu Qianlang and Mr. Wenyang.

Mr. Wenyang suddenly saw Liu Qianlang showing the soul-calling sword that has been widely rumored since the prehistoric times.

This sword family's father taught, the name is calling the soul, also known as the Yang sword, or condensing the soul, and it is also a relic left by the ancient immortal family when they ascended.

Moreover, it has been in the immortal world for tens of thousands of years, and it has devoured countless souls. It is even rumored that this sword is very evil and can be controlled by very people.

Now that it came from Liu Qianlang's hands, apart from being surprised, Mr. Wenyang stared at Liu Qianlang with sincere admiration for the first time, and after a long time Fang Yi said:

"Peak Master Liu Dai really hides everything deeply, I admire you, please!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Liu Qianlang's consent, he took the lead to come to Piaoyuan's teleportation formation, and after seeing the last forger who went in earlier returned, he jumped up resolutely, and immediately turned into a ray of divine light and shot into Piaoyuan.

Seeing that Mr. Wenyang went in, Liu Qianlang didn't say much, he circled around and saluted the dignitaries of each faction one by one, then walked over steadily, stepped forward and stepped on the teleportation array, and then disappeared suddenly.

Between heaven and earth, apart from the two giant swords in the void, it seemed as if the two of them had never existed in this world. Then everyone stared at Piao Yuan and began a long wait.

Under the beautiful sky of Dancui interacting, in the floating abyss, the two of them were faintly seen entering a stone room for forging soldiers.

Then they soon saw that the two stone chambers were ablaze with fire, and then the two looked at each other for a while, and then they both suddenly raised their giant hammers and kept waving them.

At first it was very slow, one at a time, then faster and faster, and finally it was too fast to see clearly.

In addition, for some reason above Piaoyuan, the clouds suddenly rolled, and the clouds rolled and flowed like waves, covering everything above, and all the people could see was Piaoyuan that had been spinning slowly.

The more they couldn't see clearly, the more curious the crowd became. They tried their best to use their spiritual power to explore, guess, and wait.

According to the regulations of the training competition, the competition ends when the sun rises, but the two of them did not return on time, one day, two days, three days...

One morning after a full eighty-one days, the profound realm suddenly became extremely clear, and within the floating abyss, there were two figures like immortals standing on top of the blue cliff.

A fairy clothes is fluttering, Danhua is flowing all over his body, and he is shaking a fan with shining silver stars in his hand. The dangerous peaks are fluttering above the fan, surrounded by steaming clouds and mist, and the waves are flying under it, and the waves are surging and swirling.

The other one is wearing a shining silver crystal armor with shining shooting stars, a nine-dragon silver crystal crown on his head, and silver crystal cloud boots. The two were talking and laughing, but they didn't know why.

After a long time, the two returned to their original appearance and appeared together on the Piaoyuan teleportation array.

The two people on the teleportation array looked at each other and smiled, and stepped down the Piaoyuan at the same time hand in hand, and then each waved towards the void, the sky and the summoning soul suddenly turned into two divine lights, and shot back to their respective masters in a graceful arc. Body.

Then the two looked at each other intently, and after clasping their hands together and expressing respect to each other, they each returned to their positions in their sects.

Everyone was dumbfounded by the actions of the two of them. Although they had endured ninety-nine and eighty-one days of suffering, they were even more curious.

What happened to the two of them in the floating abyss? When they went there, they were like enemies, but when they came back, they cherished each other so much.

Even people like Bingpo Daoist, Shanhai scholar, Master Ciyuan, and Taoist Qingxin were amazed by the changes before and after the two of them. They didn't know how the bet would end, and they turned their eyes to the two in embarrassment.

After a while of silence, Bing Po Daoist broke the silence first, got up and asked:

"I don't know the bet between you two, Mr. Wenyang and Xiaotian Peak's acting peak master?"

Hearing this, Mr. Wenyang shook his cracking cloud fan and said with a smile:

"There is a note from the head of the Ice Soul, Mr. Wenyang is ashamed that he is not as good as Liu Dai's peak master, and he is willing to admit defeat! But Liu Dai's peak master is magnanimous and does not want to take my sky."

After hearing this, Liu Qianlang immediately smiled and said:

"Young Master Wenyang, for being so modest, this peak master is really ashamed. It's because I'm not as good as others, and Liu Qianlang is willing to admit defeat. If that's the case, this peak master will be like you and me, and we won't encourage each other! "

When Master Ciyuan and Taoist Qingxin heard this, they secretly sighed in their hearts, they never thought that this Yibao Conference would end so well. The heart that could not help but hang was finally let go.

After many days of hard work, the mountain breeze in the morning wafts the intoxicating fragrance of flowers, the mist turns into dewdrops, and falls on the forehead lightly, coolly, comforting and joyful.

Under the bright sun, all the competitions of this year's Yibao Conference have come to an end. The dignitaries of various factions are saying how to cherish each other and preparing to leave. However, everyone suddenly found that under the bright sun, on top of the colorful clouds, there are two figures with strange masks standing, A strange magic weapon was spinning in each hand.

This kind of magic weapon has a very peculiar structure. It is composed of three crescent moons overlapping, like a windmill, spinning continuously, and making a very slight rustling sound when spinning.

Through the masks, the two shot cold gazes and scanned the four major sects, the three major families and hundreds of thousands of people from the sixteen immortal sects.