The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 176 Westward Journey
The sun is summer, the moon is cold, the stars are day, and the celestial bodies are night. Heat and cold are day and night, and the sky changes completely.

Water becomes rain, fire becomes wind, earth becomes dew, rocks become thunder, rain, wind, dew and thunder intersect, and the earth is completely melted.

The power of man is limited, but the power of heaven and earth is infinite. Huangji Jingshishu is a wonderful book explaining how to use limited manpower to leverage the power of heaven and earth from the principles of the universe.

Song Xing had been in retreat on Mount Fuji for half a year, and had already sat down and made various arrangements nearby. At this moment, he used the Huangji Jingshishu, through the Tiancongyun Sword and the arrangement in the shrine, to arouse the dragon energy hidden at the bottom of Mount Fuji, and to connect with the true spirit in Song Xing's body. Qi merged into one, using Dragon Qi as the sword, and Gongyang Yu Guizang's sword as the foundation, he cut out an earth-shattering sword!
Wan Guizang dared to say that this was the brightest sword light he had ever seen, and its gorgeous sword light surpassed all colors in the world.

The murderous intent in it also made him feel the cold for the first time, and Tian Wu Wu Zang was used by him before he reached the limit of metamorphosis.

With a pain in his shoulder, the bright sword light pierced through Zhou Liuliu's emptiness of his bodyguard, breaking the unbreakable myth.

As the blood dripped, Wan Guizang's expression was very strange, as if he couldn't believe it, but there was a tinge of joy.

Standing on the lake, his entire shoulders drooped feebly, blood stained the lake under his feet red, and then disappeared without a trace.

After being injured, Wan Guizang did not show any dejected expression, but inspired the long-lost fighting spirit.The momentum on his body rose again, like the blue sky, like the earth, like flowing water, like a volcano, like a landslide.

As if incarnated into everything in the world, endless energy rushed towards him, taking a deep breath, Wan Guizang seemed to swallow the whole world into his chest.

The mountaintop, which had not moved for thousands of years, trembled uncontrollably under the confrontation between the two, and the ground under their feet shattered inch by inch and spread outward.

Wan Gui's dark blue figure became even more emptiness, as if his strength had been condensed to the extreme, and he was about to perform the scene of opening up the world.

Song Xing's momentum, which had expanded to the limit, rose again. The originally quiet Mount Fuji let out an earth-shattering roar, golden-red magma rose into the sky, and the scorching temperature evaporated the lake.

Accompanied by a long howl, hot magma splashed into the sky amidst the sky-shattering roar, Song Xing used the dragon aura as a guide, and the sword aura attracted a large amount of magma in the air, completely submerging Wan Guizang's figure.

"Bringing the power of heaven and earth, breaking the power of nature, Wan Mou lost today, wait for me to come back next time, and see how you resist!"

After everything calmed down, Wan Guizang's figure had disappeared, only the lingering sound of a sentence lingered.

The cold wind is like a knife, the earth is used as a chopping board, the snow is flying thousands of miles, and the sky is used as an oven.

The snow is coming, the wind is still uncertain, Song Xing walked out of the wind and snow, his heavy steps crushed the ice and snow on the ground, but he couldn't crush the loneliness between heaven and earth.

After the battle with Wan Guizang that day, although Song Xing used the dragon energy of Mount Fuji to injure Wan Guizang, but he worked hard to deploy in Japan for a year, and was also completely destroyed by Wan Guizang.

Oda Nobunaga died at Bennen Temple as fate would have it, with the ambition to unify Japan. Seven of the Nine Great Slaves died at the hands of Wanguizang. Only Andilo and Maiko escaped by chance. Qi was drawn out by Song Xing to fight against Wan Guizang, which not only put Japan in war for the next hundred years, but also made Song Xing's idea of ​​using Mount Fuji's dragon energy to step into the refining void aborted.

Because of Wan Guizang's sudden arrival, Song Xing's plan in Japan completely failed, and also to prevent Wan Guizang from making a comeback, Song Xing simply abandoned Japan, a tiny place, dismissed his subordinates, and set foot on Middle Earth alone to find a breakthrough. False opportunity.

In the Song Dynasty, people lived in the open, went up the great river, and the more westward they went, the colder the climate became. From Shanshan, near Nanshan Mountain to the north, the Bo River went west, and Shache was the south road, and the south road went west to Congling.

The vast sea is thousands of miles away, uninhabited, and a huge salt lake can be seen from time to time. The water of the Yellow River changes from turbid to clear, and the river channel changes from wide to narrow.

On this day, he crossed Jishi Mountain, and the river was even thinner, and people and animals could already walk through it. After several days of rapid travel, he arrived at the foot of a big mountain, where he saw the ridge covered with glaciers, white and dazzling. This mountain is called Bayan Har ’, in Tibetan it is called “Quanquan Manimu Zhanmu Song”, which means Zushan. It is located between the source of the Yellow River and the Tongtian River, and belongs to the east end of the middle branch of the Kunlun Mountains.The mountain is towering, the mountains are undulating, the mountains are continuous, and the scene is magnificent.

Walking here, Song Xing felt a natural will rising from this ancient and magnificent mountain range, so following the throbbing in his heart, he walked towards the depths of the mountains.

The peaks around the main peak are full of strange rocks, and there are no traces of human footsteps all year round. Among the mountains, the most dangerous thing is the unpredictable weather.

In the early morning, the sky is full of stars, but there are heavy snowfalls, the cold air is pressing, just like the scene of mid-winter, a round of red sun rises from the east, and the whole mountain is covered with thick fog.

In the morning, the mountains were covered with thick clouds, and it rained cats and dogs; at noon, the clouds cleared and the fog cleared, and the sun was scorching hot, returning to the hot summer season; in the afternoon, there was a sudden strong wind, thunder and lightning, and hail fell from the sky; The grassland has completely restored its former tranquility.

There are many mountains and mountains, the snowy mountains are full of silver, thunder in severe winter, snow in midsummer, wind blowing and rocks singing, and the moon is shining brightly.

Song Xing was wearing a bamboo hat, straw coir raincoat, and straw sandals, walking in this vast mountain like an ordinary traveler.

Bamboo sticks and mans shoes are lighter than horses, and a cloud of mist and rain will live for life.

Many of the surrounding mountains are towering into the clouds, and the clouds and rain are only halfway up the mountain, and further up, there is snow that does not melt all year round.

The sun shone on the snow, reflecting the brilliant light, Song Xing's eyelids drooped slightly to prevent his eyes from being hurt by the sun.

There is no fluctuation in his will, and his mind seems to be connected with the whole world.

Just like this, I walked among the mountains tirelessly. When I was hungry, I grabbed a few handfuls of snow to satisfy my hunger. When I was hungry, I quenched my thirst with mountain springs.

This time, it took a full three months.

The bamboo hat on the head and the coir raincoat on the body have long been torn, and the straw sandals under the feet are even worn out, so they can only walk barefoot.

Walking between the mountains with one foot deep and one foot shallow, with every step, the snow covered the trouser legs, making a creaking sound.

Everywhere is covered in silver, a vast expanse of whiteness, the cold wind howling in the sky, shaving people's faces with pain like knives.The light in Song Xing's eyes is getting brighter and brighter!

Keep walking, keep walking until a towering mountain blocks his way.

Song Xing climbed up the peak with bare hands, and then faced the rising sun, sitting on the top of the mountain barefoot, looking into the distance.

(End of this chapter)