Changming's consciousness drifted in the chaos and desolation.

He couldn't control his body to advance with the sea of ​​consciousness, so he could only forcibly pull the sea of ​​consciousness away from his body, barely avoiding the terrifying coercion that swept over from the magic energy at that moment.

Looking back in time around the body, countless fragments flowed and slid past, reaching out and grabbing without leaving any traces.

The light spots spread out in the palm of the hand, leaving nothing behind.

Chang Ming found that his hand also became a part of the light spot, gradually melting and dissolving, from the fingers, to the palm, to the wrist...

There was a faint voice in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness warning him that if he continued like this, even his soul would be swallowed up.

There are no bones left, and the ashes are wiped out.

However, there is a force in the dark that has been pulling him down, silently clamoring for him to leave here, as long as the body and mind are liberated, he can reach the legendary state of ascension.

Chang Ming tried his best to maintain his clarity, but found that it was a very difficult thing to do. Once he lost the opportunity, this powerful force would take advantage of it, and it would be difficult to expel it.

The higher the cultivation base, the more intense the struggle, and the tighter the power that restrained him was.

Chang Ming heard his panting gradually getting worse, and his consciousness also slowly sank into the deepest dark place.

In your life, you have gone back and forth, you have learned a lot, and you have been wandering around. What have you gained?

Suddenly, there seemed to be a voice asking.

what got...

Chang Ming couldn't answer for a moment.

He is proficient in Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, and magic. Many people have spent their entire lives without comprehending the magic, but he dismissed it, and eventually became a great master who looked down on the world.

But even he couldn't pass the hurdle of Taoism and Ascension. He searched but couldn't find a way, hoping to find clues left over from ancient times in Wanshen Mountain.

Since the so-called ancient gods can ascend, so can he.

As for the nostalgic world—

In his life, he has few friends but many enemies, but in the final analysis, a cultivator is alone and can even throw away his life, and the others let it go as soon as they say it.

what about me?

Suddenly someone asked him.

what about me? Go to heaven and earth with you, fearless in life and death, have you ever thought of me, have you been nostalgic?

Chang Ming frowned, his mind moved slightly.

The sound turned into an invisible force, pulling him from above, preventing his spiritual consciousness from falling.

Two completely opposite directions, two forces are tugging at each other.

It was also this slight stagnation that Changming took the opportunity to bring up the only remaining Qingming!

Even a mere monster dares to be presumptuous.

The light suddenly exploded in front of my eyes!

"Wanfang Wuji, tell all living beings, the three souls swipe the sword, unite the way, round and square, break!"

With the sound of breaking the word, the chaos was shattered, the heaven and the earth returned, and the demonic energy screamed and scattered and fled, but was cut into powder by the Sifei sword!

Wherever the sword light went, all the creatures bowed their heads and surrendered, and all the monsters prostrated and knelt down.

The seal that was firmly suppressed was completely torn, and there was nothing in the world that could bind Jiufang Changming.

Not Dao, not Buddha, not Confucianism, not demon, what is, is himself.

There is only one person in the sky and on the earth.

The wailing and moaning that the situation is over came from the ears, it was the last dying struggle of the demonic energy unwilling to fail, but when Chang Ming opened his eyes, all the demonic energy evaded its edge and receded like a tide, only one person was still dead Hold him tight.

"... the sea of ​​clouds?"

Chang Ming opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't help coughing, and spit out a big mouthful of blood.

The robe was instantly stained red.

But when the mouthful of blood was spit out, it felt much more comfortable.

"it's me."

Yunhai didn't let go of him, and Changming felt that the other person's body movements were a little stiff.

"It was you who saved me just now?"

"It was you who saved yourself." Yun Hai's face was a little ugly, and there was a little gray in the paleness.

He followed the trail just now, was attracted by the devilish energy, and almost got caught.

He wasn't the one who saved Chang Ming.

On the contrary, it was Chang Ming who saved him.

Chang Ming pushed his fingers away, revealing the palm, the red line twists and turns in the palm, and the two sides diverge, like two long and thin paths.

When I looked at it before, there was only one red line, which had not yet branched.

Chang Ming frowned, covered the opponent's palm, and poured spiritual power in continuously.

Yun Hai wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held down forcefully, unable to withdraw his hand.

He twitched the corner of his mouth: "Master, you can see clearly, I am Yunhai, not your Yun Weisi."

Chang Ming closed his eyes and remained silent.

He didn't have time to deal with the sea of ​​clouds, and the instillation of spiritual power also required skill, not just blindly and recklessly, but to sort out and smooth along the meridians.

Yunhai could feel the bloodthirsty mania in his heart gradually fade away, and when Chang Ming moved his hand away, he found that the red line on his palm seemed to have faded a little bit, the two thin red lines that originally branched out, It is so faint that it almost disappears.

"I know you are Yunhai."

Chang Ming lazily said, after fighting against the devil qi, although his cultivation had broken through, he spent a lot of spiritual power to get out just now, his body was too soft to move, even his bones were soft, he simply closed his eyes and rested his mind, but his tone But there was a relaxed teasing smile, soft brows and slightly raised mouth corners.

"Are you reminding the teacher over and over again not to forget you? Or, are you jealous with Yun Weisi?"

Yun Hai snorted: "Since Master likes me so much, then I will tell Yun Wei Si not to come out forever."

Changming replied very happily: "As you like, but since you keep calling me Master, and Yun Weisi once betrayed the teacher's sect, because you are different from him, I will allow you to make a ceremony of apprenticeship later, as a teacher. Let’s just break the precept and accept one more closed disciple, after Song Nanyan, I don’t intend to accept any more disciples.”

The corner of Yunhai's mouth twitched.

After Chang Ming finished speaking, he seemed to think it was a good idea, so he patted his side.

"Fifth apprentice, come and kowtow."

Sea of ​​clouds: ...

"By the way," Chang Ming continued, "Changing your name, too. It's the same as your four senior brothers. It's called Yun, um, Yun Dahai, how about it?"

Yunhai suddenly felt that it was not unreasonable for Zhou Ke and the others to keep saying that they wanted to kill their master day and night.

He was so angry that he was speechless for a moment, and couldn't help venting his anger on others, the aura popped out of his hand, and directly hit Kuhe's forehead in the corner.

The latter shouted in a low voice, and suddenly woke up from the abyss of pain on his face.

Just now, Ku He has been immersed in the illusion, just like Chang Ming before, but after the Sifei Sword cut the demonic energy into pieces, Ku He also escaped from the danger, but the sea of ​​consciousness is still bound, unable to break free from inertia, and wakes up. After a long time, he gradually regained consciousness.

This is the first floor of Langhuan Pagoda, the statue is still there, but the cornucopia in his hand is gone.

He saw Chang Ming sitting not far away with no dignity, and also saw the stranger beside Chang Ming.

"Who is this fellow Taoist?"

"I am the elder brother of Sun Buku, the head of your academy." Yun Hai said coldly.

Kuhe:? ? ?

He was puzzled, and he didn't know where the other party's inexplicable anger came from.

"Senior, that cornucopia?"

"Destroyed." Chang Ming turned his head to look at the light shining through the panes of the pagoda.

It was broad daylight.

He asked Ku He: "Did the Empress Dowager say that monks from You Country will enter the palace today?"

Judging from the light and time, the people from Zhaoyue Kingdom and You Kingdom should be in the palace right now.

But they haven't found the living soul of the emperor yet.

The trip to Langhuan Pagoda can be said to have returned without success.

…

Chang Ming guessed right, at this moment in the palace, there is a gathering of heroes.

The time went back to two hours ago.

The envoys of Youguo and Zhaoyue entered the palace one after another to greet the emperor and the queen mother.

The former is more powerful, comparable to Luo. Although the envoys are respectful, they don't have to be overly flattering.

The Zhaoyue Dynasty was different. They survived in the gap between the two countries, and their stance had to be lowered, otherwise they would not be able to survive to this day.

So You Country only came with a Minister of Rites, but Zhaoyue came with the Minister of Rites and a princess who was about to enter the harem of Luo Kingdom.

Accompanying him are the ministers and relatives of the Luo court.

The emperor was on the throne with a flat face, and after they finished their salutes, they shouted "Pingshen" and stopped talking.

The Empress Dowager naturally took over the conversation: "The emperor has caught wind and cold for the past two days, and his body is still a little unwell, but he heard that there are people from the two countries, but he is unwilling to postpone the meeting to show his importance, so today I will say a few more words on behalf of the emperor. , Don’t be offended, everyone.”

Where did everyone dare to take offense, the envoys of the two countries naturally said some words of gratitude.

But the Empress Dowager found that not only the emperor was lacking in energy, but the other party, Princess Zhaoyue, also seemed a little sluggish.

"The princess is here for the first time, but she is not acclimatized?"

Princess Zhaoyue bowed down Yingying.

"Your empress dowager is concerned. It's just that I haven't slept well in the past two days. It will be better in two days."

There has never been a custom for women to wear veils in the folk courts, but Princess Zhaoyue not only wore a half-faced light veil when she entered the palace this time, she even covered her eyes, and kept her head bowed all the time.

The queen mother was a little displeased, she just felt that the princess was too petty.

However, it is impossible for the emperor to marry her as the main palace. If she enters the imperial court, she will be a noble concubine at most.

"If the princess feels unwell, I can ask the imperial doctor to come and treat you."

Princess Zhaoyue said: "The empress dowager forgives the sin. It's not because I've been negligent on purpose. It's because I was stung by bees and insects in the past two days, and one eye was crying. I was afraid that it would be a hindrance, so I put on tulle to avoid being abrupt. Your Majesty and Queen Mother."

After finishing speaking, she took off the veil, and everyone saw that her right eye was slightly swollen and red, and she could only close one eye. If it wasn't for the flaws in the eye, it would be charming in its delicate beauty, which is a beautiful appearance.

The Empress Dowager showed pity: "So that's the case. If you didn't tell me earlier, I sent the imperial doctor to the post house to treat you. Come here and give me a seat."

Princess Zhaoyue said softly: "Thank you for your empress dowager's understanding, I will recover as soon as possible."

Empress Dowager: "Good boy, don't worry, you will take good care of it in the post house. When you recover from your illness, the emperor will ask the Ministry of Rites to pick a good day to welcome you into the palace."

She was worried that the emperor would not know how to delay this matter, and Princess Zhaoyue's injury was just because she was dozing off, so she sent a pillow, and the queen mother secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone exchanged pleasantries, and the queen mother announced that she would host a banquet in the garden as usual.

Although the emperor didn't talk much and coughed occasionally, he behaved as usual, except that the person who presided over the banquet was replaced by the queen mother.

After drinking for three rounds, King Hui came forward and cupped his hands: "Queen Dowager, last year Youchao visited, several masters fought against each other, it was really exciting, I can still remember it vividly, I wonder if I will be lucky enough to see it today?"

On the Luo side, the two masters are naturally Xie Chunxi and Yue Chengbo who stayed behind in the palace.

The two sat next to the queen mother, and their status was superior.

As for Youchao, a man and a woman came.

The queen mother didn't know her, so she asked with her eyes, and Xie Chunxi explained to her.

"The man's name is Lu Zhiyuan, who is the elder of Qingbei Mountain, and the woman's name is Feng Suhuai, the hermit master of Lingyin in the Bamboo Sea. The two are also senior brothers and sisters. Be stronger."

The queen mother asked in a low voice: "Then how are they compared with the two?"

Xie Chunxi hesitated a little: "Lu Zhiyuan should be as different as us, Feng Suhuai may be slightly better."

The queen mother thumped, her heart sank.

But it is impossible to compare. Since there was such a rule last year, it cannot be said that there is no one on our side who is stronger than you this year. Why don't you wait for me to find a few masters to compare with you? The country looks down upon it, knowing that the other party's intention to test is obvious, the queen mother can't help but agree.

"The Ai family is also looking forward to a few real people to learn from each other, but what do the real people themselves mean?"

Lu Zhiyuan got up first, cupped his hands and said: "I heard that Master Xie Xie Chunxi has a profound cultivation and unique Taoism. I wonder if Lu will have the honor to ask for advice?"

Xie Chunxi originally wanted to take the initiative to challenge Feng Suhuai, but was pre-empted by the other party. If he made this request again, it would appear that his skills were inferior to others, and his side fell into a passive position.

He could only say: "Please."

When everyone heard the words, they all put down their wine glasses and looked forward to it.

A wonderful master-level match is just around the corner.

Opportunities like this don't come along all the time.

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Yunhai: Now I think it is justifiable for them to rebel.