The Snow and the Moon in the Wind: The Lights Dim and the Way Back

Chapter 132 Fudo Ming Wang Burns His Body

Wuyang Pass.

What should come will always come, and you can't hide from it.

At the end of the distance, a mountain range soared into the clouds, shrouded in a cloud of mist, and there were thunders and roars from time to time.

That is the first mountain range in the south, the Yuelei Mountain Range.

Stretches hundreds of miles.

The highest mountain among them is called Yuelei Mountain.

As the sun rises, Wuyangguan is bathed in golden yellow.

A black horse stepped in slowly.

Take the man on the long journey with it.

This is the gateway between Nanjue and Beili, and also an important traffic artery.

There should have been [-] garrisons here, but [-] were transferred away half a month ago, and another [-] were transferred away a day ago.

Walking on the avenue, a feeling that I am the only one in the world suddenly appeared.

The future and emotion, but suddenly there is a sound coming from the front.

I saw four strong men with a height of nine feet coming from the front carrying a beautifully decorated sedan chair.

The strong man is muscular and tall, but his face is weird, somewhat similar to the legendary Kunlun slave.

The four of them were carrying a sedan chair that was no more than half a foot high, but they were sweating profusely.

With every step, there is a roar, and it can only be stabilized with the bending of the legs.

After a while.

The sedan chair stopped in front of Mo Qianshang.

Fall.

Mo Qianshang slowly opened his eyes, reined in his horse, and stopped.

Stopping in front of the sedan chair, the black horse was restless and restless.

Inside the sedan.

A voice with a sharp tone but a flat tone came.

"The four of them really didn't kill you!"

Mo Qianshang condensed slightly and sneered.

Because of this sedan chair, he has seen it, and he has seen it in Tianqi.

"A person who is afraid of life and death is not willing to work hard for others. The seemingly powerful strength is not worthy of a strong heart, but it is just a clown."

"But you can only stop here, Mo Qianshang. I am different from them."

A dark breath permeated from inside the sedan chair, covering Mo Qianshang like maggots attached to the bones.

Mo Qianshang's pupils shrank slightly, secretly startled.

'This old thing is much stronger than those four. '

Although this was true in his heart, on the surface, Mo Qianshang still needed to calm down.

"They can't kill me, can you? Grandpa Zhuoqing! Although you are stronger, you seem to think more and want more."

But Zhuoqing suddenly said quietly.

"Mo Qianshang, do you want to live?"

Mo Qianshang was slightly taken aback, then shook his head helplessly.

"Eunuch Zhuoqing, I have long heard that you are ambitious, but I didn't expect it to be so. Why? Want to negotiate terms with me again like last time?"

"Then do you want it?"

Mo Qianshang was silent, and after a while, he covered his forehead and sighed.

"Your suggestion is really tempting. But I'm sorry, I refuse. I've always been a person who can't follow what I say, so I won't easily agree to other people's conditions."

Seeing that Mo Qianshang was stubborn, Zhuoqing snorted coldly,
"You don't want to hear what I have to say?"

"No. I can guess what you want me to do. You want me to kill Emperor Mingde, right? Even if I want to kill him, I don't want to kill him because of you.

So, let's do it.

I heard that you were beaten by my master from half a step to Da Xiaoyao. I wonder if your skills have recovered now? "

Seeing that the matter was not discussed properly, Zhuoqing became angry for a while.

These Jiang Hu people, where do they come from so many principles, it is obviously good for both parties, but they always make a bunch of naive excuses.

He didn't know that this was the charm of Jiang Hu.

A hero who promises a thousand gold.

Bohemian prodigal son.

A heroic woman.

These people are the most attractive places in Jianghu.

"If you don't eat the toast and eat the fine wine, then go to hell!"

sound off.

Wind blows.

Smoke and dust filled the sky, and yellow sand filled the sky.

In the haze, a figure suddenly rushed out of the sedan chair, the speed was so fast that it changed shape and shadow.

"Fantastic powers!"

Xu Huai Shen Gong is the Taoist inner strength corresponding to Tianwaitian Xu Nian Shen Gong.

The power is the same as that of the Void Nian Divine Art. When it is practiced to a great degree, it can break meridians, break bones, and injure people's meridians. It is the most overbearing and vicious.

With one palm, the internal force is majestic and powerful.

It was printed on Mo Qianshang's chest like this.

Zhuoqing felt that Mo Qianshang would be sent flying with a palm, and then his veins would rupture and he would die.

but.

Didn't move.

Didn't move.

Mo Qianshang remained motionless.

The palm he punched was like a stone sinking into the sea, without a trace.

Looking up slowly, what did he see!
A pair of red eyes, a blood-red clothes, and a scorching breath.

But he said that at the moment of life and death just now, when the strong wind blew.

Mo Qianshang whispered to himself.

"This old thing has really recovered half a step! Master, master, you are really not a thing. Wouldn't it be over if you just killed him? Now it's good, you're going to kill me!"

Having said that, complaining won't solve the problem.

Therefore, he still has to show his final hole card after all.

Sighing slightly, he slowly closed his eyes.

"Brother Ye, I didn't expect that I would use it so soon. You are such a crow's mouth!"

However, the corners of his mouth were slightly opened, and Sanskrit sounds burst out in his mouth.

"Fudo Ming Wang, Namo-Samanduo-Fazheluo-Nan-Han."

A scorching breath slowly overflowed, and the inner force flowed in his meridians again, and his whole body was blood red.

But at this moment, Zhuo Qing sees this picture.

Slightly taken aback, Zhuoqing turned pale with shock.

Because, a phantom of King Fudo suddenly appeared behind Mo Qianshang, the Vajra glared, and the Bodhisattva descended the demon, and the bloody aura it brought was frightening.

At this moment, Zhuo Qing suddenly lost his voice.

"Mo Qianshang, you actually know Nanjue Sword Immortal Yushengmo's Fudoming King Art! How is it possible?"

Fudo Mingwang Kung Fu, the most overbearing kung fu technique in the world, bursts out the potential of the body in an instant, and can be challenged by leaps and bounds.

Hurting the enemy one thousand and self-injury eight hundred, this is a set of magic skills of suicide.

And this was Ye Dingzhi's gift to Mo Qianshang to make amends that day.

He didn't want Mo Qianshang to use it, because if it was used, it would represent the final desperate situation.

But at this moment, it is already a hopeless situation.

A strong bloody breath erupted, and his eyes turned red.

The flames in his eyes were blazing, just like his body, extremely radiant, but also like a flash of light.

In the dark, Mo Qianshang felt that he could set foot in that mysterious field.

It was an inexplicable feeling.

Mysterious and mysterious.

One step, just one step, he can enter a whole new realm.

But, can't.

He feels dangerous.

It seems that that is not something he can enter now.

Forcibly receiving Zhuoqing's palm, Mo Qianshang also returned a sword!
"fleeting time!"

Sword out, lore.

But Zhuoqing is worthy of being a half-step fugue existence.

He once said that with half a step, three palms can kill,

So in the face of Mo Qianshang's killing sword, he didn't back down like Zhuoxian, but used the nine-level emptiness magic skill to fight to the death.

The strong palm and the sword touched together, and a huge explosion sounded.

The wind blows.

Zhuoqing returned to the sedan chair.

Mo Qianshang sighed slightly, feeling a little regretful.

He found that Jiang was really old and hot, and he was able to compete with a ruthless person like his master.

The general turned around, flames burst out, and Mo Qianshang's whole body erupted with a strong aura, which was extremely brilliant and brilliant.

"Take another sword from me, this time, let me see if you can stop me!"

Swinging the sword, the fluorescent light flashed, and he was about to make a move.

A low and tired voice came.

"Wait a minute! Mo Qianshang, don't you want to save Lei Meng?"

Mo Qianshang was stunned for a moment, his blood red eyes slightly narrowed.

"What do you mean?"

"Mo Qianshang, I admit that you are very strong. But how long can you last with Fudoming Wanggong? Even if you kill me, do you think you can save Lei Meng from killing him? He is now being killed by the five thousand Nanjue ace army. The Guiwei Army is trapped in Luolei Mountain, if they don't get there, just wait for his body to be collected!"

Mo Qianshang was silent.

After a while, he took a deep look at the sedan chair, threw out the long sword, flew with the sword, and headed south to Yuelei Mountain.

His time is running out.

in the sedan.

A mouthful of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of Zhuoqing's mouth, and he was also afraid of death.

It's that simple.

Yue Lei Mountain.

"Shocking Fist"

With a bang, thunder broke out.

Lei Mengsha punched out, and dozens of tall Nanjue soldiers in front were knocked away by him one after another, plowing a bloody passage.

However, there are too many people.

Nanjue Guiwei Army, the most elite troops, all of them are brave and fearless, and dozens of people died are just a drop in the bucket.

Lei Mengsha panted, looked at the cliff behind him, and smiled wryly.

Looking heroically at the vacancies filled by new soldiers, he looked desperate.

Because there are densely packed Nanjue soldiers behind him, and he is only one.

He is tired.

Blood flowed out from his body, and a pool of blood had already accumulated on the ground.

Now only the leggings are left on the handsome silver armor, and the rest is heavily scarred. You can see dense knife wounds and arrow wounds on the exposed skin.

The silver helmet had been lost at some point, and it was unknown whether it was mud or blood on his dark face, which made his handsome face extremely dirty.

Leaning on the knife he grabbed casually, Lei Mengsha no longer had the strength.

The punch just now exhausted his last accumulated internal strength and strength.

It is also his last stubbornness.

Seeing the Guiwei army approaching again, raising the steel knife in his hand, Lei Mengsha glanced at the cliff behind him and took a deep breath.

murmur.

"Xinyue, see you in the next life! Mo Qianshang remember to take good care of my cold clothes! Otherwise, I will never let you go! Wujie, I haven't seen you getting married yet! I, I am so unwilling! I, there are so many Pity!"

now.

The Nanjue soldiers raised their steel knives.

Chop off your head and become someone else's military medal, jump off a cliff and commit suicide to fulfill your own fame?
Lei Mengsha chose to preserve his dignity.

Turning around, Lei Mengsha slowly closed his eyes and fell backwards.

……

The second peak next to Yuelei Mountain.

Look at Leifeng.

Ye Xiaoying knelt down on both knees towards Yue Leishan, two tears silently slid down the corners of his eyes.

He who doesn't shed tears easily, now tears are streaming down his face.

Guilt filled his heart.

"Brother Mengsha, I'm sorry for you!"

The sad voice was filled with grief and indignation.

Behind him, five thousand soldiers of Wuyang Pass stood quietly.

Beside him, stood five people in black robes.

Pulling down the black robe, revealing Jinxuan's serious face.

"Ye Xiaoying, I'm glad you made the wisest choice! The thousand-year-old cold milk your wife wanted will be delivered to your home immediately, at least temporarily saving her life. We will also do our best to treat your daughter Ye Ruoyi. And After going back this time, you will become the new general of Beili."

Ye Xiaoying stared blankly at the solitary peak, and didn't feel anything about Jinxuan's words.

There was no joy in his eyes, only pain.

wife.

daughter.

best bro.

He finally made a choice.

A choice that any normal person would make.

He didn't know whether this choice was right or not, but it was a trick of fate, and he had no choice.

The five of Jinxuan looked at the lonely shadow on the cliff and sighed softly.

"It's finally over!"

Jin Yan is also emotional and regretful.

"That's right. After planning for so long, it's finally coming to an end. One is the Great General of Beili, and the other is the No. 1 of Beili today. It's God's will to die at the same time within one day."

Jinxian sighed sadly.

"It's ironic that they could have been the pillars of Beili, but they died in an invisible war."

Jinwei patted Jinxian on the shoulder, he understood what Jinxian meant, but this is fate, and they are just executors.

"This is the emperor. So that position is destined to be lonely."

In the end, Jinyu, the book supervisor, closed the book and looked up at the sky, thinking that what he saw was the blue sky and white clouds.

But what did he see.

The nature is yin and yang, and the sun and the moon are together.

As night falls, the crescent moon hangs high.

The day is scorching, and the cloudy sun is in the sky.

The stars are twinkling, and the rocks are piercing the sky.

A comet streaked across the sky.

The stars go against the Big Dipper, and the white rainbow runs through the turbid sun.

The five people were stunned and blurted out.

"Mysterious Ascension Realm!"

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