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There is a moon in the dark clouds and stars in the vast and clear night. That day the moon is the development of a sword, and this sky star is the black and white of the chessboard game.

The two saints are divided into black and white!

In the starry sky of Zhaixing Pavilion, the situation is in a tense and equal way, the black and white sect has already ushered in the final battle, but the old Taoist Yi Xingchuan sat cross-legged in the pavilion and murmured to himself for a long time, but the son has not fallen.

His expression was dazed and his eyes were distracted. The thin back of the old star-gazing man in a ragged Taoist robe looked a little sad at this moment.

Old Man Zhaixing called his senior brother and let him fall into the past that had been covered with thousands of years and could not extricate himself.

He died for thousands of years and was crazy. The countless memories in his mind were like jade, which had long been withered into pieces that could not be pieced together. I can't remember the two disciples in Jiange that year, who was for the sake of the sword and who was for the sake of love.

"Who killed Qinghongluan?" The stargazer kept asking himself.

The world-class figure who once held the Seven-Star Sword in the South String and stood at the top of the sword path, now seems like an old man who lost his mind constantly asking passers-by who he is and where he comes from in the chaotic river of memory.

What kind of desolation should that be?

That is a kind of desolation that ordinary people can feel!

But now the person in Zhaixing Pavilion is not an ordinary person who is labeled as an ordinary sign by Wurui Tian, ​​but a saint in the sword who has been in charge of Jian Pavilion for a thousand years and has been practicing saints in the sword path.

Old Man Zhaixing is not an ordinary person!

He is a saint, one of the few saints in the world who are in the world!

In the eyes of saints, there may be desolate old people in this world, but there will never be desolate saints!

The silence in Zhaixing Pavilion did not last long with this deadlock. Although the old Taoist Yi Xingchuan could not clarify which one is right and who is wrong in the chaotic memory of thousands of years, he figured out another fact.

He didn't need to care about who he was, whether it was the senior brother, Jian En or Jian Han. He just needed to know that whether it was Hongluan or Qingluan, he was no longer in this cold world.

He just needs to know that the person who was unconscious after being injured for thousands of years was not the head of Jiange who was raised in front of him and could pick the stars in his hand, but himself.

So he reached the top of Kunlun a thousand years later.

He came to settle his grudges!

He is here to take revenge!

...

The stargazer, who had been in a state of confusion for a long time, suddenly fell down.

A brilliant star suddenly fell on the chessboard of black and white balanced galaxy.

After this son fell, countless hot gazes all over the world immediately came.

Countless people held their breath and looked at the final galaxy, looking at the balance of the game destroyed by the place where the sage was destroyed, and watching the battle between life and death and victory of the saints after a thousand years of chess, and then the disaster began!

One son starts a catastrophe! The final battle of the Galaxy chessboard is the battle that symbolizes the beginning of destruction.

The world seemed to be quiet at this moment.

When this star chess piece fell, it was not just a simple disaster, it represented the will of the star-gazing guest to sleep for thousands of years, but also a letter of war that had not arrived for a long time!

The stargazer finally gave a letter of war to his senior brother!

...

The demon princess with dark clouds and rainy days above her head instead of night, the chessboard of the chessboard cannot see the disaster and the book of war. In fact, Huang Er Wuxia, who is in the sea of ​​flowers and the endless sword forest, takes care of everything else, because her mission has not yet been done.

It was completed, and because in the wilderness sword forest, a Buddhist monk holding a golden lotus appeared three hundred meters in front of her.

Before the green plum wine was brewed, Huang'er, who rarely came out of Jueyun Ridge in the south of the sky, had never seen this monk.

But she had heard of the name of this monk.

The six-character trajectory is popular in the world, and the geniuses of the same generation are like the new lotus and flowers bloom in the rain. However, the young master who can be mentioned and commented by Tianji Pavilion is just a matter of only the number of hands.

Coincidentally, the demon princess who are born with the blood of the divine phoenix and the Western monk who come from afar are two of them.

Heavy raindrops hit the sword forest.

But he cannot get close to the body of the divine phoenix.

Huang'er, wearing strange costumes and exposing her white and slender legs, looked at the monk with some vigilance.

When Huang'er, who learned that Yimian Monk came from the Western world, couldn't help but remember a story his father told her in person before going down the mountain.

A story that has been so long that no one knows about this world.

The story is that countless years ago, a monk put down his butcher's knife under the Bodhi tree and became a Buddha standing on the ground.

After the troubled times, the Buddha appeared in the world and transformed into the common people.

The Buddha picked a flower on the other side of the Sansheng River.

Buddha rides on flowers to cross the sea.

The Three Life River rolled up huge waves.

There was a Kun turned into a Peng to cover the clouds and the sun, and he opened his mouth and swallowed the Buddha and flowers that crossed the sea.

The Buddha had thousands of Dharma images to conquer the golden repent and finally flew to the west by sitting in a divine beast.

Since then, Na Peng has been the guardian of the Buddhist Lingshan Mountain and listened to the golden lamp Zen chant Buddhism and all kinds of fate...

Day after day, the devoured flower ginseng Buddha finally gained spirit.

After the spirit was pregnant in Jin Peng's body, he gave birth to a green and red phoenix.

The phoenix was born with two spirits.

There is a poem in Buddhism that says: The golden roc gives birth to phoenixes, and the phoenixes have two spirits. The green is the leaves on the other side, and the red is the flowers on the other side.

...

Huang'er didn't know how Qing Hongluan left the Western world where Buddha left.

She only remembers that no matter whether it is the flower or the leaves on the other side, the two spirit phoenixes that settle in Jueyunling are always her aunt.

Whether it is Qingluan or Hongluan, they are her closest aunts who are thicker than water.

My father said that that year, her aunt never came out after breaking into the 72 strange peaks of Kunlun.

My aunt died!

Death to the head of the Sword Pavilion!

She was ordered to come here to find her aunt's belongings.

She looked at the monk who came from Western Buddhism indifferently and ignored it at once.

She pulled out an ancient sword casually.

The ancient sword cut through the palm.

The blood of the Divine Phoenix flowed along the ancient sword body and finally dripped.

Blood dripped into the wasteland of the earth, dyeing the rainwater under your feet brightly red.

The bright red rainwater began to flow along the wasteland like the meridians in the human body, passing around the dense sea of ​​sword forests and flowers, and converging into the distance.

The monk holding a golden lotus in the distance chanted the Buddha's name with one thought.

Before the Buddha's voice had dissipated, the monk saw the golden lotus in his hand emit dazzling golden light.

What touched the golden lotus in the palm of your hand was naturally not the Buddha's name, nor the heavy rain or the ancient sword forest that was everywhere, but the blood flowing in the sword forest.

The blood of the divine phoenix flowed through the sword forest like the eight extraordinary meridians, until it finally merged into one place.

The blood-stained soil there began to loosen and soften, and the ancient swords around it became more and more trembling.

So in the continuous rain curtain, a flame ray broke through the ground and went straight into the sky.

A sword that surged into the sky with the light of flames, a colorful sword came into my eyes.

The monk frowned.

...

A shrill phoenix rings sounded on the vast wasteland.

The extremely gorgeous sword dragged its long fire tail and flew continuously in the dark sky, like a disoriented phoenix looking for the way home.

Huang'er looked at the beautiful sword that was like a phoenix fire tail circling in the clouds, and his bright and cunning eyes showed a hint of nostalgia.

She missed her aunt who had been dead in a foreign land for thousands of years, and the sword she left behind.

Huang'er, who was deeply touched, stretched out her palm.

So the long-lost Phoenix Tail Sword found its way back.

(PS: Although it's a bit stuck this time, the plot is still quite satisfactory when slowing down. The story of Jiange has a profound impact, not only in the Star Picking and Star Gazing generation, but I'm not too much here. Thank you for being able to be stuck in me

The book friends who have never left each other during the update of the article have become more reasonable now, so I will try to make another update in the evening.)