(The great way of heaven is vast and boundless.
The great way of the law, obeying the way of heaven.
Every great law must have its reason. To go against it will surely invite condemnation from the way of heaven.
So it is in the way of the law, so it is in the way of the sword. So it is the way of war, so it is the way of weapons.
-- Excerpted from the classic magic work "The Boundless Sea of Magic" by Xuefeng, the master of ancient magic studies in the Creation of the world)
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"Not good! It's a broken sword!" Old Jin Xuchang had furrowed eyebrows and a furrow on his forehead. Quivering chin, murmuring. The eyes, already wide open, were absent-minded and looked very frightened.
"Yes, it's a broken sword!" The remaining elders' hearts were pounding, their bones were trembling, they looked at each other in a daze, and none of them had expected that the already formed sword array would collapse!
"Big brother, second brother's sword is broken! Huh? Where's big brother?" Jin Bin's voice was like a bronze bell, and with a sound of doubt, everyone realized that Jin Wu Huang Jin Kui had already vanished without a trace.
The experts raised their heads unconsciously to look up to the sky and saw a golden star piercing through the clouds, thinking it must be the Golden King! At the critical moment, Jin Wu's life and death were uncertain. All the elders held Jin Wu in a cold sweat and silently prayed to heaven to save Jin Wu's life by all means. The people below did not understand the reason, but still cheered and shouted, thinking that the sword formation was unstoppable, and that when the sword struck, the brilliant light burst forth, the qi sword turned into gold, exiled between heaven and earth, truly wonderful to the extreme.
A huge, meandering and glittering golden figure suddenly appeared in the sky. All the people looked into the distance and could not make out what it looked like. When they looked, they shouted again. Thinking that the sword formation was truly auspicious, it must have summoned the divine beast, the Five-clawed Golden Dragon, to come and offer congratulations. The meandering form is indeed similar to that of the golden dragon of the celestial realm, but because it is flying above the nine heavens, its form changes extremely fast and its movement is swift, so it is impossible to recognize its appearance. The five-clawed golden dragon is indeed the yearning and speculation of people.
Whether there will really be a five-clawed golden dragon, the Five Spirits tribe, no one knows. Out of sight, not true. The ears that spread the wind will eventually hear the false. However, there are all kinds of rumors that the golden dragon has an extremely long body, can ascend to the sky and descend to the sea, can stir clouds and rain, and has some unfathomable divine power. At the moment, the sword formation was brilliant and radiant. Again, there is such a long, swaying, meandering and dancing dragon form. If not a golden dragon to pray for good fortune, then what?
A roar, a cry. Layer upon layer, non-stop.
Among the masters, there were only a few elders, highly cultivated, with sharp eyes that faintly discerned that the huge, sinking figure was not a five-clawed golden dragon, but a yellow python that was extremely rare in the spirit realm!
This yellow python, of course, is the Nine Spirits.
When he was a child, his memory was hazy, but he knew exactly what his hometown looked like. At the moment he reached the heavenly gate of the Golden Spirit Palace, memories of his childhood welled up before him. It turned out that this place had once been home. The master who raised it was the golden star light that had just soared into the sky before Elara!
The former owner was enjoying the plum blossoms in the garden. But by chance, he saw the spiral sword formation between heaven and earth, shining with gold. Ascending time, like a madman flying into the clouds, vanishing in the garden in the blink of an eye. A few maidservants with graceful cloud buns and ethereal golden robes serving from the side. Just a flash before my eyes, I don't know why the master has vanished without a trace. Shouting around, "Princess! "Princess!"
It was only then that Jiuling realized that the one who had kept him in the past was actually the eldest princess of the Golden Spirit clan!
His eyes never left the princess for a moment, and he saw her figure fly into the clouds in a flash. Without a second thought, with a "whoosh" of a flash, she pierced through the flower beds and plunged into the clouds. It was only then that Elara was seen closely following her former master. In the blink of an eye, an old man in a yellow robe with blond hair and beard flashed past and followed Elara.
One question after another emerged in the mind of the Nine Spirits, and a pair of golden, vertical pupils had already followed the eldest princess through the clouds. More than ten feet of the snake said to itself, "What are they doing?" How could Elara have two long swords in his hand? What about Kellen? What about Kellen? Not good..."
The dress of the eldest princess is really strange. The hair, which had been combed and washed, was now disheveled for some reason. The black hair, often in the wind and snow, has long obscured her face, making it hard to recognize her appearance. In the wind, snow and mist, she was dressed in a golden robe embroidered with flowers, shining brightly, with a golden veil that was all like that of a royal lady. Looking at her graceful figure, plump and outstanding, she must be a beauty.
But the disheveled bun did not match the golden veil and the graceful figure. The appearance was strange and rather insane.
"Boring!"
With a deafening thud, the two dragon-patterned swords, each more than nine feet long, shone in unison, glowing like the sun and the moon. The eldest princess danced in her hand, as if two dragons were spitting out gold, the mighty air swords shone with golden light. With a "clang", it struck the golden martial sword.
At that moment.
The Golden martial incantation is in the mouth, the sword formation is taking shape, and the most feared thing is being disturbed by someone. Borrowing the might of the gods is a sacred and solemn sacrament. It requires utmost reverence and devotion. However, at the critical moment of the Heavenly Way's demonstration, there is no room for the slightest disrespect from the pilgrim. Unexpectedly, at the most critical moment, Jin Wu suddenly saw a flash of golden light before his eyes, his two swords like dragons, and suddenly swung his long sword in his hand. At that moment, Jin Wu felt the darkness before his eyes, the black thunder rumbled above his head, and the thunderbolt flashed into his body. In an instant, he felt as if he had been crushed to pieces, his soul had vanished, and he had lost all sense of himself, of the world, of all...
This - is divine retribution!
A heart-wrenching voice of a woman, drifting and swirling into the heavens: "Father!" Let him go! ... Let him go! ... Get past him! ... He..." The voice was mournful and cold, like a female ghost singing, like a vengeful soul haunting. The sound is full of ups and downs, drifting away, faint and indistinct.
"Clang!"
The buzzing sound shook the sky and the golden glow broke through the clouds.
"Little sister! What did you do?" A golden bell rang out loud. The eldest princess felt as if her tiger's mouth had burst. There was no pain, but she had lost consciousness. Two dragon-patterned swords, each more than nine feet long, flew out of the hand and were struck into the clouds by the black heavy sword in Jin Kui's hand, "sizzle --" with a cry of a crane, sliding far into the sky.
The princess stared blankly at Jin Kui in front of her through her tousled and flowing black hair. Her face turned pale and twitched. Red lips quivered and stammered, "Father the Emperor! What have I done? What did I do? What did..." The eldest princess had already lunged forward, a pair of slender, smooth, slender hands, firmly grasping Jin Kui's large fingers, and said in a daze: "Father Emperor, do not blame me, do not blame me!" Let him go! Let him go!"
As the Golden Kuishuo sword was drawn in and the yellow python sleeve robe was flung, "whoosh!" two strong winds carried the princess more than ten feet away. A thunderous roar: "Little sister! You killed the second brother!"
Jin Kui's shrill cry, accompanied by the wind and snow, swept far away, as if spreading throughout the Golden Spirit Palace. The thick arm, with a sweep forward, had already firmly supported Jin Wu's back and waist. However, at this moment, Jin Wu, having lost his spiritual power, was sinking heavily and could no longer control the sky or the sword array.
"I... I killed Father the emperor! Not bad! I killed Father the emperor! Father! Father... Don't blame me! Let him go! Let him go --"
As soon as the princess said this, she floated to Jin Kui's side, her slender hands like jade, swirling in the wind and snow, grasping one of Jin Kui's hands as if grasping the last straw. Her eyes were filled with glistening tears, and beneath her pretty eyebrows there was a pleading look. Like a little white rabbit that could not escape the hunter's hook, knowing that his life was near but still praying that the hunter would show great kindness and spare his life.
Jin Kui held Jin Wu, who was trembling all over and on the verge of death, in one arm. With the other hand, he was held by his own younger sister, who was both a lover and a fester and had lost her mind. "Let him go... Let him go..." One by one, the pleadings, like a string of headbands, seized Jin Kui's forehead. And like bayonets, they pierced into the heart.
Jin Kui's face was filled with a mixture of shock and sorrow, and his heart was filled with resentment. Facing this crazy little sister before him, there was nothing he could do about the pain. He flung his sleeves hard, and on a solemn, gloomy face in the wind and snow, tears streamed down his face, complaining: "Little sister! It's been so long since Father the emperor passed away, and you still won't let go! Look again, this time you killed your own second brother!"
"Hey!" The expression in Jin Kui's eyes changed in an instant. First disdainful, then contemptuous, and finally with eyes as cold as ice knives, new and old grudges piled up, pain and grief mixed together. With a wave of his robe, he had already broken free from his younger sister and, carrying his younger brother, rolled down into the sky in the snow. Passing by Elara and Nine Spirits on the way, not even glancing at them, this is the most hateful disdain.
"Second brother?" The moment Jin Kui broke free from his slender hands, the princess's heart suddenly felt empty. The heartstrings of hope in despair suddenly broke... It's like the little white rabbit has been baptized by the hunter's hook and fork, and has become a delicious dish on the hunter's campfire. In the glistening tearful eyes, the look was even more dazed and hazy. "Dead... Dead... Let him go! Let him go!"
The eldest princess's eyes suddenly fixed, as if for no reason another hope had been lit in her heart, and she turned and ran. In the blink of an eye, the soft waist and the tender arms had already gently held Kellen in their arms. In her glistening, bashful eyes, there was a hint of sadness that should not have been there. With a look of great tenderness, she shyly looked at Kellen's handsome face, which was engraved in her heart, and smiled with a curved brow, a thousand charming and heart-wrenching.
But seeing her cherry lips gently closing, looking affectionately at the familiar face beneath her eyes, she sweetly whispered, "Jinlang, it was I who saved you!" Do you know?"