Chapter 879 The Galaxy Appears
Huqiu Sword Pond, the sword spirit moves strangely.
Not only did Zhao Changhe and Tang Wanzhuang have a very familiar sense of déjà vu, but Tang Buqi, who was leading the team to surround Huqiu, stood by the sword pond with nostalgia in his eyes.
Long Que was even more excited in Ling Ruoyu's arms, and kept talking about his heroic appearance back then.
At that time, it was also here that the evil sword leaked from the Sword Emperor's mausoleum almost destroyed Gusu. The protagonists of that battle underground were Zhao Changhe and Sisi, while the protagonists above ground were Longque and Tang Buqi. When Longque angrily slashed the shadow of the sword, Tang Buqi took on the responsibility of protecting him and faced life and death. This established the head of the Tang family, who changed from being an incompetent person to a "gentleman not being able to use it".
Later, the Mausoleum of the Sword Emperor was determined to be a suspicious tomb, and the core that had been dared not be developed was finally cracked into by the Demon Suppressor. As expected, it was discovered that the interior of the tomb that had been guarded for so long was an empty shell, and it was all a bluff. After that, it was directly filled up, and Gusu became clear and clear.
Ling Ruoyu didn't like to listen to Longque's bragging, because there was neither Zhao Changhe nor Xinghe in that battle. There was only how Longque himself cut down a sword shadow. It felt like the other party was described as Xinghe.
But I can only hold back and listen to her bragging. Anyone who knows about the original battle will subconsciously connect today's scene with that time. At least the first reaction is "So the sword comes out of Tiger Hill, as expected. It’s here”.
When Zhao Changhe and Tang Wanzhuang's master and servant arrived, they happened to see a long black sword slowly rising from the pool, with the sword tip down and the hilt up, floating in the middle of the pool. The surrounding water mist filled the air, and it looked very fairy-like. The strong feeling of the night sky filled everyone's heart. It was just evening, but it made people feel like they were in a quiet night, and the hustle and bustle of people around them seemed to be completely isolated.
“It is indeed the Milky Way.” Many people were whispering: “With such a strong meaning of the night sky, it can only be the legendary Milky Way…”
“This strong pressure and repulsion, and such a sharp sword energy, ordinary people cannot get close to it.”
“Prime Minister Tang is still here!”
Longque was silent for a moment: "Have you seen the galaxy?"
“So what should we do now? Do we want to remind Wu Hou?”
Tang Buqi retreated in embarrassment. The brocade robe on his body had been cut into tatters.
“The galaxy happens to appear at this time and place, and the right time and place are all right, so there is no need to worry about this matter.”
This sword is indeed exactly the same as Xinghe. If others can't recognize it, how can he, Zhao Changhe, not recognize that this is not Xinghe at all? But the atmosphere inside is indeed very similar, and the appearance details and casting process are also exactly the same. Except for some special materials that only exist in the Night Palace and cannot be replaced, they are almost fake.
Ling Ruoyu turned around and looked over. Over there, Tang Buqi glanced and saw his aunt and Zhao Changhe coming. He felt confident and put his hands behind his hands and said, "Let me give it a try."
You must know that even Tang Wanzhuang is not that familiar with the detailed texture of the galaxy. After all, except Zhao Changhe himself, no one can hold a sword and look at it endlessly. If the imitation is to be so fake, there is only one possibility - Huangfu Qing, who assisted in the whole process of sword-making, Yuan Sanniang, the inheritor of the sword-making craftsmanship, Ye Jiuyou, the birthplace of the meaning of the night sky, and possibly the master of the sword's meaning. Only four people, Yue Hongling and Yue Hongling, could work together to create a fake of this level.
Someone asked: "Wuhou is also a good friend of King Zhao. There is no problem with Xinghe's closeness. Does it really require King Zhao to come in person?"
"Xinghe has a lot of power, he is just an idiot who can't hit anyone with three sticks and can only poke people in the buttocks."
Tang Buqi twisted his beard and said calmly: "This is just a test. It can be seen that the sword's rejection of those who approach is based on the opponent's practice. If someone with higher strength comes, the backlash will be more severe."
“Wuhou is a friend of King Zhao and a strong man with the third level of secrets, so it should be okay, right?”
Zhao Changhe nodded.
The crowd was in an uproar: “Even Wu Hou’s level of practice can’t come close to the Divine Sword!”
“I don’t know… maybe you just think Xinghe should be more powerful?”
Tang Wanzhuang said calmly: "Xinghe will reject anyone and will not reject me. I just go and get it."
Tang Buqi added: "In addition, my uncle is ill and is said to be unable to lift, so he is quite hostile and repulsive to men like us who can make a difference. I suggest women come forward and give it a try."
Actually, a forgery of this level, even if it is not a galaxy, is already a rare sword.
“Then it’s not a galaxy.”
Tang Buqi: "...grass."
Zhao Changhe looked at Tang Wanzhuang. Tang Wanzhuang was chuckling. He knew that his wife knew what she was doing.
Longque: "...become smarter."
Tang Wanzhuang couldn't help but turned her head. Zhao Changhe also tilted his head and said: "Who told you this is the Galaxy? Your aunt and I are still analyzing the situation. Why are you pretending to be in such a hurry?"
Ling Ruoyu frowned and looked at the sword, feeling strange in his heart: "Quque, is this really a galaxy?"
"Nonsense, as the Book of Troubled Times says, the Galaxy Sword creates a world of its own to trap the demons. This is a divine weapon among divine weapons. How can ordinary people touch it?"
"Swish, swish, swish!" The sword energy was flowing wildly, and Tang Buqi was brutally beaten. He covered his lower body and crawled out of the pool like flying.
"Why?"
Longque said: "What do you think?"
“Then why do you think it’s different?”
Speaking, he stepped into the edge of the pool with his head held high and was about to swim up the waves.
“His aunt is here, why are you trying to do it for me, and you also want to be his aunt?”
Tang Buqi replied calmly: "Ever since my uncle was kicked in the head by a donkey, no one knows what he was thinking. How about you give it a try?"
“Because if it were a galaxy, it would definitely come and beat you if you spoke like this.”
Zhao Changhe: ""
"No."
Ling Ruoyu said: "Why do I always feel so different?"
Zhao Changhe: "?"
“Swish, swish, swish!” The sword energy overflowed.
Countless guests wiped their sweat and bowed: "Prime Minister, this..."
The "majestic, virtuous and respectable" Mr. Wu Hou blushed to the roots of his ears and glared at Zhao Changhe in the crowd fiercely. What was written on his face was: Why don't you give me some respect for your sword?
An embroidered shoe was kicked from behind. Tang Buqi flew up like clouds and mist, and was kicked into the sword pond by his own aunt.
Tang Buqi's two words are not useless, so that he can understand the problem.
The sword was forged by my wives. It was used for fishing. It was placed on such an important occasion as the Tang family’s banquet, and Tang Wanzhuang was still present. It was easy for the demons to take the sword seriously, and the main force gathered here to cause trouble. In fact, Sanniang and others had long been waiting in the East China Sea to welcome the birth of Xinghe and ran away...
It just so happens that this kind of birthday banquet has many people and is very convenient for the demons to do their business. It is the best fishing ground. For so many years, it has been difficult for Zhenmo Si to distinguish who are the demons of heaven and who are controlled by the demonic energy. In this birthday party, most of the pretenders can be revealed once and for all.
Poor birthday banquet protagonist doesn’t even know how valuable his birthday banquet is. Even Tang Wanzhuang was probably not told clearly that the witches of the Four Elephants Sect were using Tang Wanzhuang's performance to deceive others, but Wanzhuang must have seen through it and was cooperating.
As for trouble, there is absolutely no chance of it happening. Because it was Ye Jiuyou himself who was hiding in the fake galaxy pretending to be a "spirit". Coupled with the omnipresent Piaomiao, it was enough to protect the people at the birthday banquet intact, and then catch all the devils of heaven.
Therefore, the "natural attack of the divine sword" that Tang Buqi suffered before was not at the same level as what he suffered after scolding Zhao Changhe for not doing so... He was really looking for death. In front of a witch like Jiuyou, scolding her man, if not for the sake of For the sake of my husband's friends, I really don't want to do it this time.
Tang Wanzhuang stepped forward through the water. Sure enough, the fake sword seemed to feel the approach of her relatives. There was no sword energy attack at all. It was held by her honestly, and everything looked like a real Xinghe should behave.
But Tang Wanzhuang held the hilt of the sword but couldn't take it away, as if Xinghe was losing her temper and refused to follow her.
Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly and exploded with all his strength.
At the moment when she was competing with Xinghe, a terrifying black light suddenly erupted from the bottom of the pool, going straight into Tang Wanzhuang's heart.
“Bang!” Tang Wanzhuang turned around and struck a black light, causing her to stagger slightly.
At the same time, at least half of the guests watching suddenly unsheathed their swords and placed them on the necks of their friends. At this moment, the entire Tiger Hill turned into a demon cave. Black mist shrouded the heads of countless demon disciples, and connections gathered. A demon face appeared in the sky again, shouting: "Tang Wanzhuang! Let go of Xinghe, otherwise this place will become a river of blood!"
Tang Wanzhuang seemed to hesitate slightly and let go of the fake galaxy. The black light swept across and directly rolled the fake galaxy into the sky.
Heiwu continued to shout at Ling Ruoyu: "And that girl, throw the dragon bird over here!"
Tang Wanzhuang said calmly: "You just want the galaxy, why do you have to ask for the dragon bird?"
Black mist rolled around Xinghe and sneered: "Xinghe has an extremely indifferent temperament. Even if he knows that you are one of his own, he will not easily follow you, unless he has the dragon bird that has been with him since he was a child."
Ling Ruoyu was dumbfounded.
I dare you to grab the dragon bird like crazy. This is what you are doing from the beginning to the end.
Longque was also stupid.
Then who am I? Just a candied haws used to kidnap children?
Ling Ruoyu didn't know what to do for a moment, so he looked at the "Senior Ancient Demon God" beside him for help.
Zhao Changhe smiled slightly: "The third level of Yujing... It's really worthy of him. After thirty years of gathering, he can still develop such a strong gathering of strength."
The third level of Yujing? Ling Ruoyu beat her heart and lowered her voice: "What should I do, senior? Xinghe is a fake. If it is robbed, it will be robbed. But the dragon bird is real, and it is not okay for the dragon bird to be taken away by them!" "It's okay, I see. Now Longque has gone crazy and will let them drink a pot..."
Ling Ruoyu looked at the broad knife in his hand hesitantly. The broken knife was trembling, and he was obviously very angry: "I am Tanghulu... I am Tanghulu?"
The tremors were getting heavier and heavier, and Ling Ruoyu couldn't hold on at all. With a "swish" sound, the dragon bird shot into the sky, and the violent blood-colored sword light slashed the demon's face in the sky: "Who do you think is a candied haws?"
Demon Face: “?”
I didn’t say you were a candied haws...
There seemed to be a roar of a dragon, and the blood-colored sword light turned into the shape of a dragon head and a bird body, rising straight into the sky.
"You, Longque, are nothing more than a mid-level sword of heavenly quality. How come you want to kill me? Just stay here!" The demon face sprouted a hand and grasped it in the air, as if to strangle Longque's neck.
Ling Ruoyu looked up and sweated nervously: "Queque..."
Unknown to him, Zhao Changhe stretched out his hand gently and made a false strike.
"Boom!" A terrifying energy shock came from the sky, the demonic shadow was torn apart, and a shrill scream came: "You, this is not your own power, why do you seem to have a master to carry it?"
Longque laughed wildly: "You idiot! You still want to catch me, so go to hell! Who is the candied haws on a stick! Who is the candied haws on a stick!"
Chopping with a broad knife.
“Swish, swish, swish!” The evil energy fled in all directions.
The false galaxy exploded with a bang, and the scattered fragments formed a dark sky. All the demonic energy seemed to have fallen into a dragnet, running rampant but unable to break free.
The demonic energy twisted and howled: "Ye Jiuyou? This... this is not the galaxy!"
Ye Jiuyou's graceful figure appeared in the void: "It's not too late for you to know now."
"It seems like this is just a trap, the East China Sea is real... but you think we are unprepared? You brought us here, so why didn't we lure you Ye Jiuyou into the trap!"
Ye Jiuyou smiled slightly: "Then get ready... Let me remind you again that the Three Realms have long been ours. Those who are like flies and dogs have nothing to do, and they only deserve to be caught in our jar."
"You regard human life as a priority and waste the lives of the common people. How are you different from us? How dare you say it is your world? Give me a hand!"
With the words, the swords held by all the demon disciples on the necks of the guests suddenly moved.
But he was shocked to find that he couldn't move.
An ethereal figure appeared in the void and smiled slightly: "I have done this twice, and you still don't have a long memory. Yangyang, let's do it."
Outside Huqiu, Cui Yuanyang, the leader of the Demon Suppression Division who had been lying in wait for a long time, led the elite troops of the Suppression Demon Division and rushed in. Inside Tiger Hill, Tang Wanzhuang suddenly took action. In just an instant, thousands of demon disciples were captured.
Ling Ruoyu looked at the situation of catching turtles in an urn, drew his sword and stepped forward to help, but suddenly his heart palpitated.
Suddenly looking back to the east, at the seaside not far away, the sky suddenly darkened, and a real night-like pressure descended on the world.
“Boom!”
The huge sword shadow slowly rose from the sea, gradually suspended on the sea surface, and then slowly ascended to the nine heavens.
That huge sword shape, the pressure that covers all the people, compared with the fake in Huqiu Sword Pond just now is like a firefly compared to the sun and moon, a poor imitation show.
On the sea, Sanniang stretched out her hand and held her sword: "Good boy Xinghe, the fool has been lured away by us with fake words. Go home with your aunt."
The galaxy refused to move.
Sanniang frowned.
The devil face over at Huqiu is right. Zhen Xinghe has an indifferent temperament and will not follow people casually. I originally thought that the soul in the sword could be easily manipulated, but I didn't expect it to be so stubborn even after it lost its soul. Is that a remnant of instinct or something?
Zhao Changhe's two children, none of them make people worry.
Just as he was thinking this, the Xinghe Sword suddenly moved and stabbed Sanniang directly in the lower abdomen.
The demonic shadow trapped by Jiuyou over there also said at this time, "Do you really think we are unprepared?"
They were indeed prepared.
The demonic energy of living beings and all kinds of phantom beasts do not only exist on land, but there are also many buried deep in the ocean.
The arrangements on land were led away by the fake sword, but the arrangements lurking in the ocean never moved. The moment the True Galaxy breaks out of its own space, it has already been contaminated with the demonic energy in the sea, forming a situation of "seizing one's body".
If the sword spirit is not there, of course they can use the demon spirit to seize the body. From then on, the true galaxy will be theirs.
It’s a pity that they were prepared, and the Four Symbols Sect was even more prepared.
The moment Xinghe made a surprise attack, an incomparably strong tortoise shell appeared on Sanniang’s lower abdomen.
The demon spirit that had just "seized the body" and had not fully controlled the power of the divine sword was obviously unable to break through Xuanwu's defense. Instead, it was staggered and doubled several times.
The demon spirit was not entangled with Sanniang, and rushed straight through the void to the sky above Huqiu, trying to rescue the demon face who was besieged by Jiuyou. Off the coast of Suzhou, everyone is very close to each other. Given their speed, it only takes a moment to connect.
At the same time, a dense black mist finally appeared on the huge sea surface, quickly gathering into a mass and once again forming the shape of a demon.
Flames rose in the sky, meteors and fire rained down, forming the shape of a red bird in the sky, roaring down at the sea demon: "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
The waves around the demon formed a binding tornado. Sanniang stood on the dragon's head with a whip and said with a smile: "It stands to reason that when the galaxy appears, Changhe wakes up. At this time, Changhe just opened his eyes from his kennel, and wanted to take advantage of this time difference to get rid of him in advance. Xinghe, do you really think we are all just watching a show?”
The whip was struck with a "snap" sound, and the firebirds roared from the sky.
Before the sea magic, even the clustering of the sea was not too late, and the two worshipers were played in place like pumping gyro, and only howling and howling was groaned.
Zhen Xinghe, driven by the demon spirit, has gone straight to the place where Ye Jiuyou and Demon Face are stalemate. When he sees that he is about to break open the prison, the sword light rises again in the sky.
The Milky Way runs from the East China Sea to the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines across the sky from west to east. The figure in red is like a lonely Hong, flying in the sky.
Ling Ruoyu clenched his fists excitedly: "Master!"
“Cang!” The tip of the sword that cut through the sky accurately hit the tip of the Xinghe sword, and Yue Hongling groaned and fell backwards.
Ling Ruoyu's expression froze on her face. She clearly saw the ancient demon **** suddenly appearing behind her master and putting her arms around her waist.
The master looked back at the man's face. A sweet smile appeared on his pretty face that was almost always sullen and stern: "Have you had enough fun?"
“Enough fun.” The ancient senior replied.
Ling Ruoyu turned to stone again, showing signs of cracking.
Yue Hongling was repulsed, and the Galaxy Sword also felt uncomfortable and fell to the ground. A delicate white jade-like hand suddenly appeared in the void, about to **** Xinghe away.
Ling Ruoyu watched dumbfoundedly as the ancient senior grabbed the dragon bird and jumped towards the delicate hand: "When I waited until this moment, I thought I was going to be in trouble, but I didn't expect that it would be you in the end. Stop, you stinking blind man!"
“What is that!” Someone on the ground exclaimed: “Is that the dispersion of gods and Buddhas?”
“Yes, I have seen Leader Xue of the Blood God Religion use this trick. It must have caused the gods and Buddhas to disperse.”
“Who is that figure?”
“Longque’s own image, right?”
The imagery is bullshit. Ling Ruoyu stared blankly at the sky, and all his confusion was suddenly solved.
“Bang!” Ye Wuming’s hand was too late to grab Xinghe, so he had to slap it back on Longque’s side. During the fight, Xinghe had already fallen below.
Zhao Changhe's voice came from above: "Ruoyu, take the sword!"
Ling Ruoyu was confused: "Me?"
The Xinghe Sword is even inferior to Venerable Xuanwu. Little Kalami like me dared to hold it, and it was chopped into seventeen or eighteen pieces...
But the movements of the hands are still faster than the movements of the brain. Over there, Zhao Changhe was no match for Ye Wuming, so he was slapped away with a palm. Ye Wuming was about to take the sword when a young girl jumped up and grabbed Xinghe.
(End of this chapter)