Wanzun Sword Emperor

Chapter 161 The Empress
That day, I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the Sutra Hall, and suddenly heard the mantra in your chanting;

In that month, I shook my head and all the prayer wheels, not for extension, just to touch your fingertips;
That year, I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road, not to see you, but just to try to cling to your warmth;

In this life, I turn around mountains and rivers and Buddhist nunneries, not for the next life, but only to meet you again in this life.

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Green mountains and fine waters, temples on top of mountains.

Dressed in a red dress with scriptures in his arms, he climbed up the bluestone steps step by step.

At every step, Hongyi would put down the scriptures, put the back of his hand on his forehead and prostrate himself on the ground, bowing his head reverently.

The stone steps are nine hundred and ninety-nine, and the morning bell is nine hundred and ninety-nine.

Every time you kowtow, you will go one level, and the morning bell will ring once.

The bells are lingering, and the green water is flowing.

On the mountain road, that touch of bright red is particularly eye-catching.

The aborigines under the green hills rushed to spread rumors that that red dress had been living in the temple since their ancestors.

The ancestors said, the red-clothed god.

When in trouble, kneel down at the Qingshi intersection, and the gods will solve the problem.

This statement is true.

Therefore, all the residents at the foot of the mountain were devout and did not dare to show any blasphemy.

The red clothes crawled and kowtowed and walked forward. I don't know how many years have passed.

No matter the blue sky and blue clouds, no matter how windy or rainy, no matter how severe the weather is, that red dress will always appear on the Qingshi Road on time.

However, this time, there were three old men who were crawling forward together with Hong Yi.

The three old men tremblingly followed behind the red clothes and kowtowed.

The members of the family behind the three old men, holding the dragon-headed staff that symbolizes power, did not dare to cross the threshold.

Those bluestone stairs, without permission, whoever goes up will die.

This is forbidden.

Even Tianxing Jiujia is no exception.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine levels, the old men climbed very hard.

When the last morning bell fell, Hongyi came out of the bluestone, picked up the scriptures and stepped on the snow-covered ground.

This time she did not push open the red door of the nunnery, but quietly looked at the bare winter plum tree in front of the nunnery.

These Samuumes have never bloomed.

In front of Sammei, there is a sword covered with ice, which has not been moved for many years.

"Boss, give me a hand, I can't do it anymore." The second elder Yi Yun called out to Wei Fang who was the first to climb up, his breathing was a little short.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you, an old fellow, to be alive." Wei Fang pulled Yi Yun up with difficulty, and then Yi Yun didn't care about the snow and cold, and lay down straight down, "I'm so tired, I'm so tired , I feel like I'm still alive."

"Don't lie down, Quhan will call you again later." Wei Fang pushed Yi Yun, then looked at Zhao Hang, "Sir, do you want to give you a hand?"

Zhao Hang quickly waved his hand, "I'm still young, I don't need it."

After Zhao Hang finished speaking, both the boss and the second child laughed.

The three laughed for a while, then their expressions gradually solidified, their old faces returned to their original shape, and they all knelt behind the woman in red.

"My lord empress, this is the last 1000 years."

"The last 1000 years." Hearing this, Hongyi sighed softly, "Do you think he will come back?"

Hearing what the empress said, the three of them were silent.

In fact, the empress should know that he can't come back.

No one can live that long.

Even the former empress is now powerless and can leave at any time.

Those of them who had been adopted survived by relying on the gift of the original master and the gift of the empress to keep sleeping.

Because they are afraid of death, or they have nostalgia, they come out every thousand years to take a look.

Look, has anyone found the end yet?
As for the master, they deeply knew that he would not do this.

Would rather die than do this.

"My lord empress, do you really want to bury everything about the master?" the boss Wei Fang asked.

They have not experienced the battle of sealing the border.

At that time, they were already asleep.

When they woke up again, the world had been sealed into three parts.

They don't know the above situation, but they know it.

The empress proclaimed herself a world, and then sealed countless small worlds with supreme divine power.

All the sources produced by those small worlds will be nourished in this world.

Originally, there were occasional people in those worlds who were able to come up with their own strength. Later, six of the Tianxing Nine Schools made a unanimous decision to keep those worlds in captivity.

Now, the divine power of the empress is gone, and those cages will all be destroyed because of this.

"It's ruined. If it's ruined, there's nothing to worry about. If it's ruined, you can die with peace of mind." Hong Yi said softly, "It's just a pity that I couldn't see each other again. It's not worth it."

She has been trapped here in this life for thousands of years, but in the end it is a self-fantasy, a dream.

"I heard that someone from the Xing family of Tian Xing Jiu Zhong ran away secretly." Wei Fang said.

"That's not the sword sect I want anymore. Ever since I sealed it up with my own hands, it's not my root anymore." Hong Yi shook her head.

Since you don't want it, why should I take care of it for you.

"Those who went down... all died."

Zhao Hang said silently, "After all, it is the painstaking effort of the master, and it was once our land. It is really extraordinary."

Hearing Zhao Hang's words, Hongyi was silent for a while, then pushed open the vermilion nunnery door with the scriptures in her arms and walked in, "Let's go."

"I'm a little scared." Zhao Hang said, "I've been restless recently."

"I'm afraid I can't help it, I can't save it." The gate of the nunnery slowly merged, the snowflakes on the sky became bigger, and another layer of goose feathers spread on the ground.

Then, there was the sound of chanting sutras from the nunnery.

"Third brother, let's go." Wei Fang shook his head, "It's okay if there's nothing wrong, but fourth child is even worse."

All three of their families are against it, but it's a pity that they are powerless.

"I hope. Master is really dead." Yi Yun also shook his head and said.

San Dao's old and thin body slowly walked down the mountain.

When the gate of heaven is opened, it will be another killing, right?The three of them thought about it.

Ye Qingyin slowly opened his eyes.

A faint light came into her eyes, but the white dress was still in her sight.

The white robe still stood quietly.

"woke up?"

Bai Yi looked down at Ye Qingyin and said.

"Ah."

Ye Qingyin nodded.

She can feel that the essence of her has changed now.

What's more important is that her spiritual sea has doubled in size at this moment.

However, before Ye Qingyin had time to investigate carefully, Li Yisheng threw a spirit ring to her, "Check carefully to see if there is a suitable replacement."

This spirit ring was obtained from Yexuan, and it contained many clothes.

Ye Qingyin's clothes smelled too strong of blood.

After throwing the spirit ring to Ye Qingyin, Li Yisheng looked up at the blood moon in the sky.

Under that round of blood moon, a huge giant sword emerged from the sky, slowly poked out the sword body, and slowly pressed down towards the continent.

That's slow.

But no matter how slow it was, as the sword continued to fall that day, waves of terrifying sword pressure also fell from the sky.

With the coming of the Heavenly Sword, the killing begins.

Many weak and weak people in the world died gradually under the pressure of this sword.

It is conceivable that when the sword kept falling that day, how many people could resist the pressure of the sword?

(End of this chapter)