MTL - The Villain’s White Lotus Halo-Chapter 74 【】

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What have you been doing these years? This question is very good to answer.

But Wei Jingfeng thought more than just a hundred years. He remembered the big banyan tree on the side of Xihe Village, the floating happiness of the spring sleeve building, the heavy snow in Yunyang City, and the clouds and wind on the mountain.

The enemy killed under the sword, the apprentice received under the door.

In the end, he replied, "A hundred years ago, Li Tugen counted as the Xing Xingyuan began to expand rapidly, so I will go down and see."

"Where... what?"

Yin Yue remembers that in Xingshan Temple, he and Luo Shixiong broke into the temple of the temple, and in the illusion of the brothers, there is a star.

Juggernaut faintly said, "It is a monster. The endless monster."

“Is there a way to get rid of them?”

Yin Yin is more and more sinking in his heart. The monster he only saw in the classics. Unlike the minds of the magical repairs, the lower monsters only know the flesh and blood that devour the living creatures, and they are painless.

"No. After the War of the Devils, there were too many dead people, and the balance between life and death was broken and the world was robbed. The sky was burning, the ground was cracked, the suffocation accumulated under the abyss, and the birth was born." Sword, "A million years have passed, it has become a climate. When the monsters are hungry to a certain extent, they will come out for food. Even without the reincarnation of Mo Changyuan, they should soon come out."

"So %e, those things can still be long, and the symptoms are not cured."

Master is really doing something big. Even if he does this thing, no one knows.

If there is no sword holy three times into the abyss in this hundred years, I am afraid that the world has long been chaotic.

Wei Jingfeng seems to guess what his own apprentice is thinking, and got up and walked outside the cabin. "It’s said that there is a tall man standing up in the sky."

He stood at the bow of the ship, the rain on the river poured down, and the storm was angry. "But who is higher than the old man?"

Wei Jingfeng never felt that he was a good person. There are countless souls under his sword. It is generally unreasonable. I also admit that there is no such thing as ‘the real life and death of the world’. If you can, he prefers to sleep and drink every day, watching Jun’s sword.

But when things come, they are forced to the front, others can't do it, and he will do it.

"Li Tugen counted the position of the sword that was left behind during the War of the Demon, and the earth and the stars were in harmony. The old man went down and took the sword out of it, which could seal half of the abyss."

“Is there really a sword?”

Yin Yi has always thought that the sword is only in the legend. Thousands of right-handed monks died in the war, and the bones were eroded by the magic, leaving only the sword. Nowhere to bury bones, but you can bury your sword. Later, no one wanted to try to find a soldier, but after millions of years, no one has ever found it.

"Yes, there is only a formation on the top, and the sacred era left, and now there are also 70% of the power. The average person in the past, let alone break the line, even the position can not see."

"How long does Master have to go?"

"It's hard to say, come back when you're done."

Yin Yi feels that he is too unpromising.

When I heard this sentence, my eyes were sour. It is possible to let Juggernaut say that he does not know when he will come back. The danger can be imagined.

Juggernaut replied, "One or two are crying, like what, go to learn your master! The old man is going to do things, not to die! The third is not as good as you, but also to go with the old man, went What can I do? Looking for death?!"

Yin Yue took a deep breath, "Master, we are waiting for you at the end of the world."

Such a major event that determines the future direction of the world can only be borne by Juggernaut alone. Because he stood too high, even a person who can compare shoulders.

It’s too cruel to be too unfair.

But what has been fair in this world?

The invisible barrier suddenly disappeared, and the wind and the wind hit it down, and the cold wind went deep into the bone marrow.

Wei Jingfeng stood in the bow of the ship, standing proudly, wide-sleeved floating in the river wind, hunting and flying, raising his hands and self-satisfaction,

"What kind of character is the old man! The old man's heart can be heaven and earth!"

He looked down again and looked a little lonely. "The heavens and the earth can't hold me."

Juggernaut's life is full of enmity and enmity. He came to this world to open the prelude to the era of the stars, and it was vigorous. When you want to leave, you can't leave.

He destroyed the temple of Thousand Hundreds of Guangsha in Xingshan Temple and went to Baozong to seriously harm Yasheng Yushi. Two major events shocked the world. The enemy is clear, but he is still there.

He picked up the sword in his hand and coveted it.

‘Spring Mountain Smile’ and ‘Autumn Wind Leave’ are a pair of swords since the day they were cast.

But in the autumn wind, people can't help but gather.

Yin Yi stood behind the master and heard the consistently loose voice in the river wind. "The fourth, I don't teach you much. This time, I am afraid I can't catch up with you."

The curator's crowning ceremony is presided over by the teacher's elders. It is an approval of the disciple to grow up and is also a wish for the future practice.

Juggernaut turned back and had an ebony crown on his hand. "If you are not young, you should be there now."

When it was time to grow up, it was time to face the storm.

Yin Yin squatted down and leaned over and straightened his head. Juggernaut gathered his white hair and put it in the crown, and the movement was a bit clumsy.

Yin Yin helped the crown, and stood up and did the disciples, even if the ceremony was completed.

No congratulations, no applause, no spectators. Only the night rain is a lonely boat, and the waves are floating.

Juggernaut looked at him and smiled, turning his sword.

Yin Yin called out the ‘Master’.

The boat suddenly swayed for a moment, and the stunned wind and sleeves went down the river.

The river is rolling and rushing, taking the mountain to hit the stone, but dare not wet his clothes.

Jiang Feng choked, as if to see him off.

Modao Jiangtou is in a bad situation, and there is no way for people to walk.

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Clouds in the city of Yunyang cover the moon, and the autumn wind is horrible.

The courtyard was hollow, and Mr. Zhang stood on the flying raft of the library, watching the school that was as big as the city and the lights were extinguished.

He seems to understand why Wei Jingfeng likes to stand here, it is really a good scenery.

But it is also very cold, because it is a world, so the height is not cold.

He said to Yin Yi, "Perhaps Wei Feng is right. Then try it."

Try to fight with the sky, break the game and change your life.

But the test also takes time. Yin Yue needs more time to grow. Even if he has grown very fast, looking for a thousand years, how can there be a younger ride?

For today's world, it is still not fast enough.

So Wei Feng went, and changed time for him.

This matter has always been disagreed. Or, this is the real difference between him and Juggernaut.

However, Wei Jingfeng will not change his mind. It is better to say that he believes in his own judgment and adheres to the principle of the heart.

"No one can decide the life of others, the heavens are not good, and the saints can't."

He wants 3? 斓 恍 ト ト? ?lt; br> When he wanted to kill Luo Mingchuan, Wei Jingfeng said.

Mr. Zhang Yuan looked up and he wanted to see the bright ice blue stars. The eyes are spent, and the sky in the field of vision is blurred.

He muttered, "It’s really old..."

Jun Hao practiced swords on the edge of the cliff, and he still practiced Xiaozhongshanjian. There is no real yuan, and his own sword light opens the night.

Sixty-three thousand swords a day, this is the case since the day of entry. In March, the spring mountain is like a laugh, and in October, the autumn mountain is like a shepherd.

Cold summer and autumn, lonely wind. A long time ago, it was not called Yu Huafeng, only him and Master.

He didn't communicate with people very much. Juggernaut didn't talk much at the time. They could practice a day with a sword.

Tianxin Cliffs are like clouds, like the snow in the night in Yunyang City. He shrunk in the corner of the street, was covered with a fox, and the young boy with the sky umbrella met, and began to call it Jun.

That was a long time ago, and it seems to be still yesterday.

Yan Xing is still in the spring sleeve building, he is kneeling on the table, the wine jar is broken.

In the recent half-month, the spring sleeves did not open. Only one of his guests, Luhua girl flipped the books and did not speak.

"Desolation of the sword, squatting for a poor year."

Yan Xing thought at the time, which goods were so so acidic, I still didn't run this time, waiting to be with him.

In the blood, he saw the young boy sitting by the window. "The yellow leaves are still wind and rain, and the broth is self-orchestral."

Of course, Juggernaut did not have any embarrassment, but also ran for others.

At that time, Ruhua was not a girl. She was a little girl with a beanie. She was hiding behind the counter and watching them fight with people.

Now, the wind and rain outside the window, the window is like a bean. The dumb voice rang, "The hero is asking for the way back, the wind and snow are sent, the sword is on the floor, and the wine is swayed."

There is no lyrics, and the faint echoes are in the spring sleeves.

Yan Xing got up and pushed the door into the storm. The wine that he was drunk for half a month finally woke up. Just walked to Mount Yashan.

This night, the heavens and the earth's aura has changed dramatically, and many people seem to feel it.

The Tibetan Buddhist Scriptures of the Temple of the Emperor, the innocent eyes closed the sentence "Amitabha."

In the bamboo building of Qinglan Mountain, Zhou Yuandao took the light to see the sword.

In the Huanghuang Hall of the Northern Palace, Duan Sheng’an’s life was hesitant. He looked at his son’s words and stopped, and finally did not say anything.

At the bottom of the cliff of Hengduan Mountain, Yu Shi was bloody, looking to the sky in the east, and bursting his heart and laughing.

These are all related to Yin Yi.

He sailed against the water, breaking the waves and wearing the wind, and landed on the river. When you pass through the wasteland, you have to go to the end.

Donglu has never been flat. He is alone, and there are countless killers and hunters.

Whoever wants to kill him, he will kill. All the way from the wasteland to kill, but also meet the people in the zodiac, and moved several times. Between life and death, there is often a big comprehension.

Soon, the whole piece of Donglu did not know, the wilderness came up with a white-haired boy, so that the right way to sword, the heart is cold as ice, the sword does not leave alive.

Yin Yi does not care more and more rumors, he only knows that he wants to go back to the world.

He only wants to go back to the world now.