Chapter 2146 The Appointment in the Snow Mountain (End of this Volume)
Time flies, and the years fly by.
In the blink of an eye, three years have passed since the "Nine Saints Slay Demons".
After that catastrophe, the once glorious Seven Mountains and Twelve Cities no longer existed.
Now there are only four mountains and six cities left, namely:
Yuzhu Mountain, Ten Thousand Beast Mountain, Tianmo Mountain, Shenxiao Mountain, as well as Wushuang City, Xuanyuan City, Kunwu City, White Jade City, Yongye City, and Wanggui City.
In the past three years, Antarctica has begun to recuperate, and various sects have worked hard to manage it. Although it is still desolate in a short period of time, at least there is hope...
Antarctica The northernmost point of the continent.
Piaomiao Mountain, which once served as the foundation for the construction of Tiangong City, is now in ruins.
Because the Ziwei Spirit Dragon was killed, the luck of this place dissipated, the spiritual energy was exhausted, and it became almost a barren land.
The million-mile-long mountain range has cold winter all year round!
Looking from a distance, the mountains are covered with snow, like a winding silver dragon; the cold wind blows, and the snowflakes are flying, like clouds falling down to the world...
There is a solitary peak in the sky. Standing proudly in the heavy snow, like a sharp sword thrust into the clouds.
There are forests of pines and cypresses on the mountain, and the branches are covered with crystal snow cones, like jade branches and qionghua, showing bright crystal light under the warm sun.
In the forest, there were two people walking on the snow. They were an old man and a young man. The old man had a pale face, and the man had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes.
Both of them were wearing white clothes, blending seamlessly with the snowy scene.
The old man took out a wine gourd and shook it gently in his hand. Hot steam came out of the gourd, and it actually condensed in the ice and snow.
Just listen to him chant: "The cranes are dancing and the branches are moving, the cold light is condensing the soul; the geese are passing by and their singing is interrupted, where is the return home?"
After saying this, he raised his head and drank hard. He took a sip of strong wine and narrowed his eyes, looking extremely enjoying himself.
“What a wine!”
The old man praised, threw the wine gourd to the man beside him, and said with a smile: "You want to take a sip too?"
"How disrespectful!"
The young man smiled slightly and reached out to take it. He passed the wine gourd and took a sip as well.
His eyes looked into the distance, but when he saw the goose feathers and the heavy snow, he couldn't help but chant: "The snow covers the ground for thousands of miles, and the clouds cover thousands of miles away; my heart follows the distant mountains, and I dream about Taixu!"
"Haha, you are in high spirits!"
The old man seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "That's right. You are now the Lord of Wushuang City. You are very different from the silly boy in the Thousand Magic Tower back then. You should be a little arrogant."
The young man smiled and said: " If it weren't for the "Lightless Sutra" presented by my senior, I'd probably I'm afraid I won't be able to reach this point."
The old man shook his head: "It's all in the past. There is only a transaction between you and me, no one owes anyone."
The young man. After hearing this, a look of loneliness appeared in his eyes.
“Yeah, it’s all in the past...”
"Three years have passed, and the war between the North and the South has seemed like a world away, but some people will never come back..."
The old man saw the sadness in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh, but There was nothing more to say.
The two of them were drinking and walking in the snow.
In just a moment, they reached the top of the mountain.
Looking around, there is a tombstone standing on the edge of the cliff. There is a chessboard in front of the tombstone. Snowflakes as big as goose feathers fall down and pile up thick snow.
Six figures were already standing near the tombstone.
If there were monks from the Antarctic Immortal Continent here, they would be so surprised that they could not even speak.
Because all six of them are powerful saints!
Xiao Kunlun, Li Yuxian, Xuanyuan Potian, Ying Ronger, Feng Wu, Zhongli Canye!
Saints from various mountains and cities, it is usually difficult to see any of them, but today they gathered on such an unknown peak.
Several saints faced the tombstone and remained silent.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Xiao Kunlun looked back and said with a smile: "Why did you, Brother Qi and Xiaoyou Liang, come here? The snow here is almost three feet thick."
"Haha, Liang Yan and I met by chance on the road and chatted for a while, it shouldn't be too late, right?" Qi Sichen said with a smile.
"It's almost time, just wait for Gui Wuya and Lu Wuhuan."
As soon as he finished speaking, two figures slowly emerged from the heavy snow on the other side of the mountain.
These two people were Gui Wuya, the lord of Wanggui City, and Lu Wuhuan, the lord of Shenxiao Mountain.
“Are you talking about us?”
Gui Wuya was still far away, and the voice had already been heard: “Which bastard set up the barrier? I don’t know if we are injured. Can't you put some water in?" Beside him, Lu Wuhuan coughed violently and said He said in a helpless tone: "This barrier is indeed powerful. With the combined strength of the two of us, it took us half a day to cross. If it were any later, I might miss the time."
After hearing the complaints of the two people, everyone present looked at Li Yuxian.
Li Yuxian, however, remained calm and said calmly: "Yes, I arranged the barrier. This is the tomb of Taoist Brother Linghu. In order to prevent Xiaoxiao's disciples from entering this place, I will definitely not let go of this barrier."
"Okay, Li Yuxian, you are cruel!"
Gui Wuya shook his head helplessly.
In the battle of Tiangong City, in order to snatch the Vajra Buddha bones, he used the forbidden technique "Shenxu Tianluo".
Although he successfully helped Nu Seng and Feng Wu gain opportunities, he suffered backlash from the spell and fell into the holy realm.
The same goes for Lu Wuhuan.
His magic power was slightly inferior to Han Qianshan's, but in order to crack the Tianhe Domain, he chose to actively absorb Han Qianshan's true water, and at the same time used "Reverse Thunder Eight Extremes" to fight Han Qianshan almost at the cost of his own life. Both sides suffer losses.
After the Civil War, although Han Qianshan could not escape death, Lu Wuhuan also fell into the holy realm.
In other words, Gui Wuya and Lu Wuhuan are no longer saints.
Even if the two of them work together, it will take half a day to break Li Yuxian's barrier...
At this moment, Xuanyuan Potian, who had been silent before, suddenly said in a deep voice: "The time has come, please give flowers."
As soon as these words came out, the top of the mountain immediately became solemn.
The ten people present, all dressed in white and with heavy faces, came to the front of the tombstone.
Everyone puts down a bouquet of white flowers.
This flower is called "Cang Ling Iris". It blooms once every hundred years deep in the snow-capped mountains. Its meaning is: "Eternal green, eternal spirit."
"City Lord, today is the anniversary of your death."
"The Burial Emperor is dead, and humanity can survive...Have you seen all this?"
Liang Yan sighed softly in his heart. tone.
Heavy snow falls.
The top of Wuming Peak was silent, the nine saints were silent, and no one spoke for a long time...
It wasn't until the heavy snow almost covered the tombstone that Li Yuxian reached out his hand and flicked it.
But white light flashed, forming a soft barrier.
The snowflakes above the tombstone could no longer fall, and all the snow underneath melted, revealing the tombstone itself and a square chessboard.
“Brother Linghu calculated the world and took part in the game with his own body. This is how we have the future of Antarctic Fairy Continent.”
Li Yuxian paused and said in a deep voice: “We need to guide you. As a warning, don’t poison the common people with war, otherwise everyone will be angry!”
"What fellow Taoist said is absolutely true."
Xiao Kunlun nodded, looked around, and said loudly: "Today, ten of us are gathered here, why don't we discuss major world affairs together?"
"How to discuss the law?" Xuanyuan Potian asked with raised eyebrows.
"From today on, no faction can be arrogant, and we vow to make an agreement with the four mountains and six cities. If anyone imitates the Queen Mother of the West and the Buried Emperor and tries to provoke war and poison the people, the other nine factions will attack them together!"
Xiao Kunlun's voice was neither urgent nor slow, and every word he spoke was steady and powerful, as unwavering as a towering mountain.
After hearing this, the other nine people looked at each other and nodded silently.
“Brother Xiao’s proposal, we all agree with.”
“Then high five as an oath!”
“Okay.”
Everyone listens There was no objection after all.
Right in front of this tombstone, in this vast wind and snow, the Nine Saints and one ordinary person clapped their hands and swore an oath!
The breeze came and blew away the white snow in front of the tombstone.
On the tombstone, a line of small words stood quietly in the wind and snow...
Exactly:
"The changing winds and clouds enter the chess game, and the calculation will determine the world; if there are no pines and cypresses in the world, Ao, who in the world deserves a green shirt?”
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