MTL - Ask Sword-Chapter 632 life lamp

  Chapter 632 Life Lamp

  The flames soared into the sky, raging flames spread in the Turkic royal court, and billowing smoke rose from the collapsed ruins, covering the sky.

  Lian Xuanxiao looked down at the city below indifferently, the people were crying and fleeing, the soldiers were busy putting out the fire, and a group of monks seemed to be crazy, rushing towards the deep pit that seemed to be hit by a meteorite.

  Together with that tent, the Turkic high priest has no bones left.

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  Lian Xuanxiao stroked his right arm with his left hand, peeling off a layer of skin and tendons that had turned into ashes. The ring finger on the palm of his right hand was involved in the movement, annihilated and dissipated, leaving only two fingers.

   Can still hold the sword, enough.

  He turned around, took a step, and disappeared over the royal court.

  ——

  Northwest of Jing Kingdom, a summer resort of a thousand-year-old rich family.

  An old man with white hair and wearing a luxurious sable fur was sitting in the courtyard pavilion with his five or six-year-old great-grandson in his arms. On the stone table in front of him, a teacup has been placed.

  sudden—

  The breeze lifted a corner of the silk curtain of the gazebo, and Lian Xuanxiao's figure appeared out of thin air.

"You came."

  The eyes of the old man of Jing country rested on Lian Xuanxiao's sword-holding palm with only **** left, "Sit down."

  Lian Xuanxiao sat down slowly, and placed the blood-stained long sword horizontally on the table carved from emerald jade.

   "We have known each other for almost seventy years?"

  The old man in sable fur raised the teacup and said sincerely, "I can do it without my hands."

  “.”

  The old man in front of him is Lian Xuanxiao's good friend for many years. When the two were young, they went to the rivers and lakes together, slaying demons and demons. He should be his last friend among his peers.

   After a moment of silence, Lian Xuanxiao said, "You are a high-ranking Zhuxiao."

   "I am not the only high-ranking Zhuxiao, and we are the same age, and I am as old as you."

  The old man coughed lightly, put his ignorant great-grandson on a chair beside him, took out a handkerchief from his arms, and wiped the snot from the latter's face.

  Lian Xuanxiao was unmoved, "You are most likely to break through."

  “.”

The old man paused, raised his palm bitterly, and said in a deep voice: "I can swear on the life of the whole family, even if I, Zhao, break through the Linyuan Realm, it will never be detrimental to the Yu Kingdom. If there is any violation, Haotian will be responsible. God's punishment will be sent down, and my whole family will be bombarded with five thunders, and I will never be reborn forever."

  His attitude was extremely firm, his voice echoed over the courtyard, and the flock of birds perched in the pine forest not far away was startled and flew away together.

"it's useless."

Lian Xuanxiao shook his head, raised the teacup, and shook it towards the courtyard wall, where the monks of the Zhao family were hiding, "Even if you are willing to follow the oath, your sons, daughters, grandchildren, disciples and juniors, It will also push you to make a move.

  You and I both know this. "

  The old man in brocade clothes said unwillingly: "There is no room for maneuver?"

  Lian Xuanxiao responded with silence.

   "Lian Xuanxiao, you heartless lunatic!"

Finally, the old man in brocade clothes couldn't hold back, stood up abruptly, overturned the jade table, and shouted: "I have known you for seventy-three years, when we encountered a secret place in the desert at the site of the Lanhuan Sect, our group was killed After being sleepy for several months, when the mountain was at the end of the river, I gave you the last small bottle of water, and you realized this set of sword intent. Put it to death and then live again.

  It was also me back then, carrying you who was poisoned and unable to move, broke into the secret realm of Lihua Valley, looking for the antidote.”

  The old man roared emotionally, telling the past one by one, even the old sesame seeds and rotten millet things like the two of them fell in love with a girl at the same time at the same time, and neither of them made a move due to friendship, they all turned up.

  Lian Xuanxiao was sitting on the chair, listening to his friends roaring and complaining, he suddenly stood up, "Enough."

   "Not enough!"

  The old man in Jinyi said angrily: "We are friends who have saved each other's lives. I don't know how many times we have saved each other's lives. Now you want to take my life because of a possibility, just a possibility. Is it reasonable?"

   "Time, enough."

  Lian Xuanxiao grasped the hilt of the sword with two fingers, without sadness or joy.

The old man in brocade clothes froze in place, and he instantly understood the meaning of this sentence - Lian Xuanxiao was deeply in the five declines of heaven and man, and his mind would collapse at any time. He wanted to wipe out all threats for the country of Yu before he died, which also meant that he It is only reserved for each side for a short period of time.

   Seventy-three years of friendship is only enough for a cup of tea.

  The old man in brocade clothes trembled slightly. He took a deep breath, accepted the reality, raised his hand and raised a breeze, sending his great-grandson to the edge of the fence to reunite with his anxious parents.

".bring it on."

  The old man in brocade clothes spread out his palms, blue ice crystals rose from his palms, emitting a chilly air. Just like before, the two teenagers met and exchanged ideas at the border of the Southern Wilderness, and they never knew each other without fighting.

  Lian Xuanxiao raised the hilt and drew out the sword.

  Changan time, two and a half quarters of the first day of the unitary month, a monk surnamed Zhao who lived in seclusion in the state of Jing died under the sword.

  ——

  Under Taihao Mountain, there is an empty palace.

  There is no throne in the hall, only four rows of candlesticks are enshrined on both sides of the hall.

  The candles on the candlesticks are either thick or thin, long or short, red or white in color. Below each candle, a group of people's names are engraved. There are many famous names among them. For example, the new Turkic Khan Ashi Dekeluo, Taihao Mountain Trial Priest Bian Yubo and so on.

  Here is the Commanding Room, where the lamps of the powerful men in the world who are closely related to Taihao Mountain are specially placed. Once the life lamp shakes or even goes out, it means that the owner of the life lamp is in danger of life.

   Tap, tap, tap.

  A young clerk in a white robe, sweating profusely, holding a roster, running between the candlesticks, recording the death message. And folded the note that recorded the message, and put it into the talisman array in the center of the hall. Send a message to the great men of the earth.

In just half an hour just now, the lamps of life that symbolized the power of the world went out one after another. The young clerk was terrified, but he didn't know what happened—he hadn't stepped out of this palace for almost ten years. , Just like his master, Yu Si was born and Yu Si died.

   Hoo!

   Another life lamp went out, and the clerk turned his head to look, his eyes horrified.

  He recognized the life lamp.

  Mount Taihao, the priest who guards the mountain

   Hoo! call! call! call!

  Lamps of life were extinguished one after another, and the light that symbolized Taihao Mountain’s own people was swallowed by darkness,

   At the same time, the palace also shook, supporting Liang Zhu made a creaking sound, and the ceiling shook dust.

  On the ground, an unprecedented battle is breaking out.

  The clerk trembled all over, and the speed at which the command lamp went out had already surpassed his writing speed. The disappearance of all the familiar names made his forehead even more cold sweat.

  Boom!

  The palace shook violently, rows of lamp stands swayed and fell over, and the wax that was said to never burn out spilled on the ground.

  The lights went out, which meant that the duties were interrupted. The clerk hesitated for a moment, then rushed to the back of the hall decisively, continued to climb along the upward corridor, and boarded the surface.

  The smoke and dust filled the air, making it difficult to see the scene in front of me clearly. I could only vaguely see the two figures in the sky.

  The apex of the towering peak, with an extremely flat and smooth cut surface, slowly topples and falls.

  The clerk's pupils suddenly shrank, and he recognized the two figures.

  The figure still hanging high in the sky is Xuegong Shanzhang, and the other figure who crashed into the rock and vomited blood is Haotian Headmaster.

   "Didn't you always want to force me to take action? Now you have seen it."

  Lian Xuanxiao overlooked Haotian Headmaster and the four cardinals, his indifferent voice echoed in the sky, "I don't care how strong your belief in Haotian is, no matter how many people you want to be buried with, I only have one request.

   Get out of Yu State. "

  (end of this chapter)