Nine Heavens

Chapter 672: Empty Pavilion Visitors

"Seeing the old man in the pavilion, the fragrance of pear blossoms. Shaking the world of mortals and being lonely, who would think about it for ten thousand years?" When she stopped breathing, she struggled to recite these few lines of poems, and looked at the pure white butterfly without closing her eyes. Although the beautiful eyes are no longer flickering, they are still beautiful.

In a moment of anger, Yuan Wu cast the Thousand Butterfly Seal Formation, and suddenly found that Mr. Wenyang in the lavender curtain, in the sea-blue dream-like space, suddenly became motionless, and secretly felt bad.

However, it was too late, the soft and beautiful figure like a white cloud in sight, with one hand holding the pure white pear blossom on her knees, and the other hand raised in front of her eyes, holding the pure white butterfly that took her life , staring intently.

Inside the lavender curtain, there is no longer that soft and somewhat domineering voice, only countless colorful butterflies dancing and the faint pear blossom fragrance permeating the entire Huantongyao.

"Crack! Crack!" Yuan Wu, who was stunned for a while, was standing in a daze when she suddenly heard two crisp sounds, and then felt a burning pain in her cheeks, and then Wuzun Holy Kingdom God Emperor appeared in front of her like a ghost , staring at himself fiercely

In the distant Cangshan Mountain, late at night, Lou Qianlang was quietly practicing in the Qingcang Palace in Cangshan Mountain, and suddenly felt uncomfortable. For some reason, after completing the full moon wine contract from the phantom body of Nian Yiting and Mr. Wenyang that night, I felt so sad. I have always been inexplicably melancholy, and even the daily practice is difficult to concentrate.

What's going on here? Liu Qianlang couldn't continue his cultivation, so he simply stepped out of Qingcang Palace and stood on the top of the tens of thousands of feet of Cangya cliff outside Qingcang Palace, overlooking the vast land of Shenzhou in all directions.

The signs of ominous surges in the eight vaults are already obvious, especially the blood moon in the east, which shines in the sky with the red sun all day long, and has the potential to swallow the heavens, earth, sun, moon and stars.

According to the recent observations by Song Zhen, the lord of Qingqiong Palace, with astrological rulers, countless yin and yang monsters in the world are constantly gathering in some inexplicable areas, including the weird and unpredictable blood moon.

Liu Qianlang stimulated his powerful eyesight, and his eyesight instantly reached a powerful level of about 100 million breaths. Looking at the blood moon from a distance, he saw that the blood moon was in front of him, and within the blood moon, there were waves of dark red blood rolling, red clouds and mist filled the air, and the sky was far and vast. , like a boundless sea of ​​dark red blood, countless strange images above and below the blood sea are constantly passing through and flashing in the rolling blood waves, and the number is hundreds of millions.

Liu Qianlang walked into Nian Yi Pavilion unconsciously and habitually and sat down, sniffing the faint fragrance of pear blossoms, thinking about his next actions amidst the pear blossoms dancing in the pavilion.

In the blink of an eye, Langyuanmen has been established for two years. In these two years, the power of the mountain gate has been developing rapidly at an astonishing speed. Except for the Cuihe Peak, Lianxiangbi, and Zhaxingfeng, all the disciples of the three peaks of Xuanlingmen in Longyun Mountain have come. cast. Some powerful elders and many others also came to join the Langyuanmen. The most powerful ones were undoubtedly the four sages of Yunque from Xuanlingmen in the past.

In addition, since the Cangshan Langyunmen Divine Artifact Summoning Hero Post was widely distributed two years ago, many elite monks from the fairy world have also been accepted. The strength of the mountain gate has been greatly increased.

However, Liu Qianlang has always regretted that the core artifacts and auxiliary artifacts of the Eight Directions Immortal Formation in Cangshan Xianyuan Pagoda have hardly recruited the guardian angels that can be summoned, which makes Liu Qianlang very anxious.

Therefore, it was agreed with Yun Cang, the master of Cangshan Mountain, Song Zhen, the current master of Qingqiong Palace, Qianmeng, the master of Qingyu Palace, Goddess Xingyao, and the four sages of Yunque, that they would sit guarding the gate of the mountain and continue to receive those who came to join the Langyuan Gate of Cangshan Mountain. Friends of Taoism, who are destined to find all kinds of artifacts, but I have been away from the mountain gate for three years, and spent three years trying my best to find the three great gods, the number of ninety-nine, and the guardian spirit messengers of all kinds of artifacts.

This matter has been discussed a few days ago, and now Liu Qianlang is just quietly adjusting his thoughts, thinking about the direction he should go in the first step, and then leaving tonight.

After thinking for a while, Liu Qianlang has not made up his mind. In fact, he has no direction at all, and there is no clue of what he is looking for.

The sky is blue, with cold stars dotted around a crescent moon, and the faint moonlight flows on the shining pear blossoms in Nianyi Pavilion. Seeing the scene in front of her, Liu Qianlang suddenly felt a burst of coolness all over her body. This coolness was the eight dragon balls that Qianmeng in her arms had just returned to herself a few days ago. She said that leaving Cangshan was dangerous, and with the help of the dragon balls, she would definitely be safer.

Thinking of Yun Qianmeng, Liu Qianlang felt comforted, she had changed a lot, her once cold face now had a sweet smile all day long, and she no longer refused to get close to her. And promised himself that once the matter in his heart was settled, he would marry himself.

What is also pleasing is that Yaya has gradually grown up, and her cultivation at the early stage of alchemy has won the praise of the seven Dragon Ball guardian spirit envoys.

Song Zhen and Lan Shuang are now in Qingqiong Palace with the four sages of Yunque, Yun Cang, and Goddess Xingyao. They are in harmony with each other, and they feel at ease in everything.

Feeling the coolness brought by the eight dragon balls in her arms, Liu Qianlang suddenly thought of Fang Tianyingfang, the owner of the Fairy Eye Dragon Ball. Back then, she gave the Fairy Eye Dragon Ball to her before she participated in the Millennium Conference regardless of the safety of Qinghua Palace. After that, he returned to the Palace of Love and Flowers alone. At that time, I begged Miao Yan to protect her, but now I don't know what to do?

Liu Qianlang gradually had a plan in his mind, slowly got up and stepped out of the Nian Yi Pavilion, turned around and looked up, silently stared at the words of Nian Yi Ting for a while, and then chanted the words of Mr. Wenyang on the pillars of the Nian Yi Ting over and over again. In that little poem, in a touch of sentimentality, I suddenly took up the sword of immortality, wandered around the three highest and strange peaks in Cangshan Mountain, and then whizzed away towards the crescent moon in the vast sky, leaving behind a long bright red light with colorful edges rainbow.

One night three days after Liu Qianlang whistling away, outside Nianyi Pavilion, a ball of pure white divine light suddenly shot from the tens of thousands of feet of sky, and quietly fell ten feet away from Nianyi Pavilion.

"Nian Yiting!" After the white light group settled down, the white light flickered and turned into a little boy about six or seven years old. Although he was young and looked immature, his brows were full of heroism Feeling angry, he read the name of the Cangqing Stone Pavilion softly, then looked at the inscriptions on the left and right corridor pillars, and finally his eyes fell on the pear trees swaying gently in the night wind around the Nianyi Pavilion.

Seeing those swaying pear blossom trees, his eyes shone with joy. He came here because he sensed the existence of pear blossoms all the way. Where there are pear blossoms, there is Mr. Pa'er of Wenyang. Hongxian, who escaped from death, thinks so.

Hongxian escaped from the pursuit of Kong Sheng, the head of the Wuji Sect, and flew all the way west. The target was indeed this Cangshan Mountain, because he knew that the current head of the Langyuan Sect in Cangshan, Liu Qianlang, had always had a good relationship with Pa'er. Moreover, Liu Qianlang is definitely a loyal person, if he asks him to help rescue Pa'er who is imprisoned by the Wuji Gate, he will definitely agree.

On the way of flying away, when approaching the area of ​​Kongfeng Mountain, Hongxian stayed on Lingfengtai for a while, and suddenly sensed the existence of Lihuaer on Cangshan Mountain, and couldn't help but feel secretly happy. Thinking that Wenyang Gongzi Pa'er was not imprisoned by the Wuji Gate, but was in Cangshan Mountain, so he quickly shot hundreds of thousands of feet into the sky, and rushed directly towards here.

"Young Master? Young Master? Where are you? I'm Little Red Zuier!" Hong Xian was extremely excited, with a pair of small hands bent into the shape of a trumpet, closed to her mouth, and shouted loudly.

"Hey! Who are you? Why are you yelling outside the master's Nianyi Pavilion in the middle of the night?" Hongxian was looking around, looking for Mr. Wenyang's figure everywhere, when suddenly a voice came from his head. Crisp and sweet sound of scolding.

I couldn't help being startled, and then I realized that I was on the site of Langyuanmen in Cangshan Mountain. I couldn't help but blushed, and when I turned around, I saw a beautiful sister wearing a light blue neon dress a few feet above her head. , stepping on a mighty and domineering blood unicorn and staring at him coldly. Can't help but take a few steps back, and said in a loud voice: "Sister, don't be angry! Xiao Hongzui'er yelled because she saw Li Hua'er and thought that the young master was nearby!"

"Who are you? Who are you talking about?" the beautiful girl on the blood unicorn asked, looking down at the handsome young man wearing a red jade crown, a white gown, and golden shoes.

"Oh! Speaking of pretty sister, I'm Xiaohongzui'er, and the young master I'm looking for is Mr. Wenyang, the leader of the righteous sect in the world before!" Xiaohongzui'er Hongxian said.

Hearing that the little boy below was so talkative, boasting that he was pretty and had a handsome face, the beautiful girl above the blood unicorn immediately softened her face, and said in surprise: "You recognize Uncle Wenyang?" ? What is his relationship with you?"

"He, he is my master." Xiao Hongzuier hesitated after thinking for a long time.

"Oh! I see, you must be his bookboy. Uncle Wenyang is a nerd at first glance. It's not surprising to have a bookboy like you, but why did you come to Cangshan Langyuanmen to look for him? We returned to Wenyang Palace a year ago, and we never saw him come again! By the way, a few days ago, the master said that he had a full moon wine appointment with him, but we only saw the master himself Nian Yiting drank all night, and didn't see your young master Wen Yang coming!"

The beautiful girl on the blood unicorn flashed a pair of big smart eyes, and said self-speculating.

Hearing this, Xiao Hongzui'er instantly lost the hope she had just been there. After all, Pa'er, the son of Wenyang, was imprisoned by the hateful Kong Sheng. Now I don't know how much he has suffered. It looked even more bright red, and a string of tears fell down, but the tears turned out to be red, like drops of fresh blood.

"Woo--"

Xiao Hongzui began to cry, crying very sadly. Drops of bright red tears fell on the ground, splashing bright red sparks.

"Oh!" Seeing the bright red sparks splashing on the ground, the beautiful girl on the blood unicorn was amazed, and at the same time, she seemed a little at a loss because of Xiao Hongzui's crying.

After a while, he said, "Why are you crying? Little brats know how to cry, what a shame!"

"What? Who is the brat!?" As soon as the girl said this, Xiao Hongzui stopped crying immediately, wiped away her tears with two small hands alternately, and then said, "I'm just doing it for the sake of my master." Sad!"

"Sad? What's wrong with Uncle Wenyang? He is the leader of the Righteous sect in the world! Does anyone dare to bully him?" The girl asked in surprise.

"Hey! Yaya! My child, what are you doing here in the middle of the night? Your master has gone out for three days, hasn't he? Go back with little master, your little brother and Master Yunzhong Uncle came to see you!" At this moment, a huge lotus flower in the color of red powder floated from the direction of Qingyu Peak, and on top of the lotus stood a man wearing a red robe in the color of red powder. The beautiful woman said with a smile on her face.