#681 - Shadow of the Evil Dragon

Logically speaking, Jingtian no longer has any reason to come to the Sword Tomb again.

Although the devil fire was still burning, the Evil Sword Immortal had already escaped with the [Sword of Heaven and Earth].

But now, he still pretended to be ignorant and came to the outside of the sword tomb.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Long Kui keenly noticed that Jingtian was in a bad mood.

"Return the Forbidden City to our ancestors." Jingtian's voice trembled as he repeated a sentence from the inscription on the wall of the Sword Tomb Armory by Jiuzhou Sanren, "Here is the imperial palace of Jiang State."

He didn't expect that he would lose his composure like this.

His parasitic body has already been here.

He himself has no memories of Long Yang.

He came here again just to reminisce the past with Long Kui, just like going to elementary school to reminisce the past after becoming successful.

But when he really arrived outside the sword tomb, the sorrow that burst out from the depths of his soul poured out like a mountain torrent.

A tremendous sword light containing this tragic feeling burst out.

The white clouds that were swirling around the indigo sky dissipated, and the monsters that the evil swordsman had left behind to guard the sword tomb were instantly turned into dust.

The distance between Jingtian and the stone chamber was also cut off.

It all happened in a split second.

Long Kui only had time to recall the appearance of the Jiang Kingdom's palace. Xuejian and Zixuan were about to go forward to comfort her, and Xu Changqing was about to take the opportunity to ask about the layout of the sword tomb.

However, in the blink of an eye, they were still outside the sword tomb one moment, and appeared in the dark stone chamber the next moment.

This was not a displacement or travel of space, but a change of coordinates at the root level, as if they had arrived in this stone chamber a long time ago and the previous memories were just illusions.

"This is the queen mother. This is the queen mother." Long Kui floated to the mural in the stone chamber.

After becoming a human, Long Kui can still fly and float on the ground like a spirit.

Although this is fast and convenient, she prefers to walk like a living person, slowly and leisurely, the slower the better.

Even if Jingtian spoke, she didn't always agree, as if from beginning to end, she was just an ordinary person, an ordinary little girl who couldn't fly, couldn't cast spells, and grew up with her brother.

But now.

She broke her vow.

"Our Jiang Kingdom has always been the best in the world for weaving, dyeing and embroidery, and my mother was the best embroidery expert at that time. Her small embroidered handkerchief was worth a thousand gold. But my mother stopped embroidering after she married into the palace. Very few embroidered works have been handed down, and their prices are far higher than jewelry and jade. Later, Yang Kingdom invaded our border, and my father asked Qi Kingdom for help. The King of Qi actually asked my mother to embroider a picture of Qi's mountains and rivers."

"Well, this..." Xuejian was a little bit unbelievable.

She had also learned needlework. The embroidery pattern on the mural was so large that it would take a skilled embroiderer decades to complete it.

Decades.

This means that this is simply not something that can be accomplished by one person.

Only the Weaver Girl from the divine world could achieve this alone with her extraordinary ingenuity.

Long Kui continued speaking with tears in her eyes, Jingtian stroked the mural in deep silence.

"My father was unwilling to agree at first, but my mother was worried about state affairs, so she asked him to agree. However, such a large embroidery is simply not something that can be completed by one person. My mother hung the embroidery pattern on the wall, secretly summoned skilled women from the countryside, taught them the skills, and worked day and night in this small room."

"Did Qi send troops?" Xuejian asked.

"Qi State required two years to complete the embroidery. During these two years, they sent troops to help us defend the border. During these two years, everything was peaceful. However, my mother became ill due to overwork and died when the embroidery was about to be completed. My father has also been ill ever since."

When she said this, Long Kui was already unsteady on her feet and sobbed weakly in Jingtian's arms.

Xuejian already vaguely knew the ending of the story, but she still didn't give up, "So, what happened next?"

Long Kui said: "Later, my father did not give Qi embroidery, and Qi withdrew its troops. The Yang army marched straight in and besieged our country for half a year."

Long Kui became more and more sad as she spoke, and she was no longer able to continue.

Jingtian's eyes were empty, as if he saw the distant past, "In the 33rd year of Duke Xuan of Yang, in the second month of spring, we attacked Jiang."

"In the ninth month of autumn, destroy Jiang."

"In the tenth month of winter, Jiangdi was renamed Jiang County, and Prince Cong was granted the title of Lord of Jiang County."

"On the winter solstice, the water of Yi Lake dried up, and the bottom of the lake was piled with bones like a mountain. The devil's sword appeared."

"Prince Cong gathered thousands of bones from the bottom of the lake and buried them together with King Jiang and the magic sword, calling it the 'Tomb of the Two Kings'. The people called it the 'Sword Tomb'."

"In the thirty-fourth year, in the third month of spring, a meteor appeared in Zeyi. Its colors were mixed black and red, like lacquer or blood. Its light illuminated the ground. It was ten feet long and one meter wide. It moved like two horns. A human figure could be vaguely seen hanging between heaven and earth."

"The sword tomb cracked, and the devil sword emerged, merging with a human form. It disappeared in a moment. Some say the devil is seeking the sword."

"Then meteorites came from all directions, some as big as bowls, some as big as chicken eggs, shining like rain, and only stopped when it was dusk. Many people were killed or injured. It was called the [Heavenly Sword Incident]."

Long Kui listened to these words, as if she had returned to the past, "Brother, why don't you let Xiao Kui sacrifice the sword?"

"If Xiaokui had sacrificed the sword, the Yang Kingdom's army would not have invaded the palace, and my brother would not have been chopped and wounded in order to save me, lying in a pool of blood."

"They used the sword-making furnace to burn the bodies. There was thick smoke and a burning stench everywhere. Brother, you were also killed by them. I jumped into the sword-making furnace when they weren't paying attention."

"Xiao Kui is very smart, right? My brother said Xiao Kui is stupid, but Xiao Kui is not stupid at all."

As she said this, her hair turned black and an evil smile appeared on her face.

"Xiao Kui remembers everything. After I jumped in, the sword took shape, and the soldiers of the Yang Kingdom began to fight for the sword and kill each other."

"They are all dead!"

"That Prince Cong who said he wanted to marry Xiao Kui and led the charge into Jiang State and killed many people was so scared that his pants were wet. He ordered the dike to be opened and the entire palace was buried in the lake."

"Xiao Kui will certainly not let him have his wish."

“So, the lake dried up.”

"That guy is rebuilding the Second King's Tomb again."

"Then there was my brother's red-haired friend. He took Xiaokui away from here."

"I also avenged Xiaokui and her brother by creating a meteor shower."

"All the bad guys with Jiang people's blood on their hands are dead."

"Is Xiaokui very bad?"

Long Kui's hair has completely returned to blue.

From the beginning to now, there is actually only one Solanum nigrum.

She, with her black hair, was just a character she created to protect herself from non-existence.

Her ice-blue eyes trembled and she was extremely nervous.

"Xiao Kui is not a bad person." Jing Tian touched Long Kui's forehead with his, looking directly into her eyes, "I am the bad one."

He finally understood why he wanted to come here again.

Because, Long Yang is a false existence created just like Black-haired Long Kui.

Out of some selfish motive on Jingtian’s part.

From the very beginning, Longyang was doomed to fail, and the ancient Jiang Kingdom was doomed to be destroyed.

Because, this is history.

This is the plot.

Because Long Yang is not Li Lin, not Bajir.

He is just the reincarnation of Fei Peng, but he is not Fei Peng.

Even with Chonglou's guidance, you are still mortal.

Even if you have a lot of passion, it will eventually cool down.

Just like the sword skill he created, [Alluring Silver Bullet Wave], was completely buried in Chonglou's memory.

Long Yang was also completely buried in the sword tomb at the moment of his death.

His memories, his thoughts, and everything about him, did not remain in Jingtian's soul, because they were originally nothingness.

And today, resentment was born from nothingness, and hatred was generated from resentment.

All the resentment and hatred disappeared the moment he looked directly into those ice-blue eyes.

Jingtian seemed to see himself in Long Kui's eyes, exhausted, wounded and lying in a pool of blood. In his dark eyes, he saw the blue figure jumping into the sword furnace resolutely.

"We are too late. The Evil Sword has been completed, and the Evil Sword Immortal has left for Mount Shu."

Jingtian said in front of the still crackling magic fire.

"Brother Jing, we need to hurry back to Shushan." Xu Changqing looked as if he wanted to fly his sword to break through the sword-refining hall and escape immediately. "If we are late, it will be too late."

"No, it's not too late." Jingtian pulled out the magic sword that was emitting a strange purple light.

Before a cup of tea.

“A mere [Big Dipper Demon Subduing Formation]! How can it defeat my invincible Evil Sword!” The Evil Sword Immortal appeared in Mount Shu, his body extending to the height of the sky, overlooking the entire Mount Shu.

Where the dome collapsed, the Evil Sword Immortal transformed into an evil dragon and spanned the sky.

The 72 peaks of Mount Shu were pressed into a wrinkled chessboard by its shadow, and the thousands of starlight bursting out from the [Beidou Demon Subduing Formation] were nothing more than cold dew on the dragon's whiskers.

He held no sword, for it was one with his body.

The sword is me and I am the sword.

On that evil body that pierced through heaven and earth, 360 major acupoints all had sword eyes - the Yongquan acupoint on the left shoulder spewed out poisonous fire from the earth's lungs, condensing into a city-burning sword energy; the Kunlun acupoint on the right foot sucked in moonlight to forge the Bingpo Sword Essence.

Sea rain and sky wind are all blades, grass, trees and dust are all sharp.

The sword of heaven and earth formed by the energy of heaven, the energy of earth, the energy of man, the energy of demons, the purest energy and the turbidest energy is the law and source that supports the existence of this demon body.

At this moment, he was like a world-destroying dragon, opening his bloody mouth, wanting to swallow Pangu's heart.

However, five rays of light and a huge Dharma wheel penetrated the black clouds surrounding the evil dragon.

In the Falun, there are six thin figures.

"Water!" The [Water Spirit Pearl] in Qingwei's palm burst out, and three thousand weak waters poured down from the void and turned into an upside-down river in the sky.

Each drop reflected the afterimage of the ancient water god Gonggong angrily touching Mount Buzhou. As the water waves flowed, the scales of the evil dragon froze inch by inch.

"Fire!" Canggu held up the [Fire Spirit Pearl], and a golden-red sea of ​​fire spread out, with the true form of Zhurong, the God of Fire, leaping in the heart of the flame.

Wherever the flames licked, the evil spirit melted like wax, and devilish flames of burning heaven and earth rose up.

"Thunder!" Jingming activated the [Thunder Spirit Pearl], and a thousand-foot-high sea of ​​thunder roared. The god of thunder appeared in the lightning, whipping and driving.

Each bolt of lightning transformed into the form of a real dragon, tearing at the black clouds surrounding the evil dragon and splitting its scales and flesh.

"Earth!" Youxuan sacrificed the [Earth Spirit Pearl], and countless mountains rose from the ground. The pattern of the Nine Provinces when Dayu controlled the flood appeared on the mountain ridges.

Among the peaks, the vast dragon energy of Pangu's heart condensed into chains, wrapping around the evil dragon's limbs.

"Wind!" He Yang made hand seals and a strong wind whistled, rolling up the clear air from the sky.

With the support of the other four spirits, there seemed to be a whisper from the wind, blowing away all the foul air spewed out by the evil dragon.

"The five spirits of heaven and earth obey my command!"

In the center, a handsome young man holds up the Dharma Wheel.

The Dharma Wheel has two inner and outer rings, with five blades rotating, and each blade reflects the true form of a spirit.

At the center of the wheel, the beating of Pangu's heart resonates with the Dharma Wheel, and the power of the five spirits of heaven and earth gathers into a brilliant column of light, piercing straight into the sky.

"Qingleng! You have become an immortal!" The dragon roared, and his dark eyes were filled with intense hatred as if there were billions of evil spirits surging.

He had been forced back by the [Five Spirit Wheel] but surprisingly, he reversed his trend. His injuries healed instantly, and the chains that bound his body were broken while he forced himself forward.

The handsome young man was also called Qing Leng. He looked at the five people beside him in surprise, "Who among you hates me so much?"

You know, with him as an immortal and the [Five Spirits Wheel] joining the [Five Spirits Formation], its power is even more vast and boundless than when the [Five Spirits Pearls] are complete.

"It's me." Qingwei sighed.

Among the five people, the evil thought he abandoned was jealousy.

He also expelled the least evil thoughts.

Before this, he mistakenly thought that his mind was so lofty that he was close to the point of being untainted by dust and nothing.

But now he understood.

The reason why his jealousy subsided.

It was because he learned that Qing Leng, whom he envied and whom he had always felt he could only look up to, was practicing an unorthodox method and that was why he was so outstanding.

And he didn't know that Qing Leng had already cultivated to become an immortal.

Qingwei's answer surprised the five people and the disciples in the hall.

But what deserves more attention at the moment is the huge evil dragon head of the Evil Sword Immortal.

Moving forward one body position is only one foot for ordinary people.

As for his evil dragon body that was holding up the sky, his turbid breath mixed with countless evil spirits was already very close.

The evil spirits, with strange shapes that are difficult to describe even by human imagination and which have evolved the sinister nature of human hearts, come one after another and continuously attack the Yaoguang Palace, the center of the [Beidou Demon Subduing Formation].

Let the bright stars begin to flicker and flicker.

Inside the hall, the Shushan disciples, who were standing on the Seven Stars and evolving the Seven Star Sword Formation by themselves, were all sweating profusely.

"It seems like we are doomed to lose." Qingleng sighed.

"No, it's not the last moment yet." Qingwei shook his head.

Qing Leng looked at Qing Wei in surprise, "I now understand why Master asked you to be the headmaster. The headmaster of Shushan needs to be as sharp and resolute as a sword, and as tenacious as a sword."

“Qing Leng, even if you surrender, I will not let you go!” The Evil Sword Immortal spewed out another foul air that was enough to turn a city of tens of thousands of people into a deadly place.

He believes that he is the evil side of the Five Elders of Shushan, with the Qingwei element accounting for the most core part.

Therefore, he also regarded Qingleng's words as if they were spoken to himself.

"It stinks." Qingleng frowned.

"What?" asked the Evil Sword Immortal.

"I said your mouth stinks," Qingleng covered his face with his right hand and fanned himself, "It's a rotten tongue that has been pickled in a pile of corpses for a thousand years, mixed with the smell of rotten eggs from the burps of swamp ghosts, and it's three points more smelly than a eunuch's crotch cloth."

"No wonder he has to smoke to hide his shame. With such an articulate manner, he deserves the word [evil] more than the filth-eating monster in the toilet!"

"I will kill you, I will shatter your soul, I will suppress you in the sewage for thousands and thousands of years!" The evil dragon roared, and the saliva it sprayed out corroded and penetrated the green jade ground with golden waves.

The entire Shu Mountain began to shake.

But the next moment, the vibration stopped abruptly.

"How incompetent. A poor horse is a poor horse, and it is indeed not as good as a good horse."

"But you are quite right about one thing."

"This guy has a really stinky mouth."

At the same time as the sound, the evil spirits and evil spirits were expelled one by one. The vast and clear aura gradually enveloped the entire Shu Mountain like a green cloud.

A thin figure walked out from the green clouds.

The earth's veins are flattened because of his steps, and evil spirits are annihilated because of his energy.

"Although I am no match for you."

"But it's still not too late to stop you before your benefactor shows up."

"Heaven-Demon-Emperor-!"

The Evil Sword Immortal, who possessed the memories of the Five Elders, recognized the person who came.