After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn

Chapter 118 Return from rift

The atmosphere stagnated for a moment.

Lingyang Jun laughed, his expression became relaxed, and he sighed, “Xiaobai, you.”

Huaibai sat down, took out a deck of cards from the storage bag, and asked, “There are exactly three people, are you playing cards?”

She looked at ease, as if she had returned from a long journey by herself, and the seniors and sisters were waiting at the mountain gate, playing cards together, and licking melon seeds.

Ning Xiao walked over and sat on the stone bench with her back straight, her eyes down silent.

Huaibo shuffled the cards and said with a smile: “Senior Sister, you are the only one left, why don’t you come?”

Jun Lingyang moved away from the negative hand and did not speak.

She is a short distance from Huaibo, and she only needs to take a step forward to be a palindrome again. There is no betrayal and blood, and everything stays at the best time.

But there are some things that cannot be turned back.

Jun Lingyang stood in the devilish air, his figure was dazzling, and the hem of his clothes moved slightly.

She looked at Huaibo without saying a word, the thick black devilish air tumbling behind her like a wave.

Huaibo lowered his head and gradually reduced his smile. She put down the cards, clasped her hands, and put them on the table, unprepared for a battle.

Jun Lingyang asked: “Are you trying to persuade me?”

Huaibo tilted his head and said frankly, “Yes.”

Ling Yangjun sneered, when a mountain breeze blew, her clothes shook, and the devilish energy seemed to blow away a little, revealing a familiar and unfamiliar face. The thick black magic pattern snaked from the back of the hand to the center of the forehead, and the face was pale like snow, the brows were calm, the temperament was like a mountain.

Mount Lingyang, Yunmeng Dongting.

They were originally transformed by ancient landscapes, and they were the gods of mountains and waters when they were born. Even if they fall into demons, they are different from other demons driven by desire.

Huai Bai smelled the fragrance of plants and trees, and I wonder if it was Lingyang and Ye Yunxin being together for too long, or the fragrance that she originally carried on her body.

Jun Lingyang sighed softly, the mountain wind was blowing, “Do you know why I came to Gushan?”

Ning Xiao’s expression was complicated, “Gushan, formerly known as Lingyang.”

Lingyangjun smiled, “I didn’t expect the senior brother to remember that the ancient Lingyang Mountain, starting from the Western Earth, and finally the East China Sea, almost traversed the entire continent.” She looked at the Gushan, her curving eyes showed nostalgia, “There are mountains on the mountain. Many cute creatures, Bai Ze, Lu Shu, llamas… It’s a pity that you will never see them again.”

“The years have passed, the vicissitudes of life and the vicissitudes of life, in countless vicissitudes of the sky, Lingyang has only become the six peaks of today, as for the Yunmeng Daze, which was as famous as me, has also become a small lake.”

Lingyang Jundao: “I and her are dead souls who don’t want to be annihilated in time.”

Ning Xiao said: “All things are born with nature, and heaven and earth have their own definite numbers.”

Jun Lingyang held his hand, his robe was fierce, and said with emotion: “God’s way…”

Huaibo suddenly realized something and stood up abruptly, “Senior Sister!”

Jun Lingyang opened his hand and lightly pinched his pale and thin five fingers.

Ning Xiao stopped drinking: “Wenjun, you can’t!”

With a loud noise that smashed the world, the earth moved and the mountains shook, gravel flew, and rocks rolled.

Zhuo Yufeng broke apart.

The beam of light from the top of the peak leading to the barrier extinguished, the golden light dimmed, and the magic energy climbed up, winding across the barrier.

Lingyang Jundao: “I have seen this scene many times.”

Huaibo reacted swiftly and jumped up suddenly, unsheathed from the clouds and flew into the air.

There are countless vertical and horizontal sword auras in the sky, and the sword currents are turning, and the forest is cold.

The surroundings suddenly became cold, Jian Guang seemed to freeze the world, and a layer of snow-white frost appeared on the stone wall.

The sword intent is condensed into the essence, freezing every broken stone of Zhuyufeng, and the mountain peaks are cold, like snow.

Lingyang Jun squinted his eyes slightly, and from this sword, he seemed to see the shadow of heaven.

In such a vast and infinite sword intent, she couldn’t help taking a step back, suddenly feeling fearful. She used to be the Lingyang Mountain God, and the vegetation and rocks here have to listen to her orders. Because of this, she is not afraid of the Lonely Mountain Formation, but only then did she remember that there is another heavy will on top of the Mountain God— —

Haohao soup, lofty and majestic, running through the four seasons, nourishing all things, what the heavens say!

Lingyang Jundao: “I haven’t practiced swords for 300 years. Once you regained the clouds, your sword intent can reach such a level, Xiaobai, you always surprise me.”

Whether Huaibo or Peiyu, she will be herself… No, she is not qualified to be the enemy of these two people. Lingyang Jun sighed and felt relieved, knowing that these two people are extraordinary, but for so many years, she has not been murderous, not once. She knew that she was too deeply involved in the play, maybe she had been with such a group of people for a long time, even a demon would be influenced in ignorance.

Huaibo Yujian said in the cloud, “Senior Sister, you still blamed my apprentice at the beginning. Look at you, you demolished your home as soon as you took it.”

Lingyang Jun looked at her silently, his black eyes filled with mist.

Huaibo stretched out her hand and said with a smile: “But it doesn’t matter, we have few people on the mountain, so we can make room for you.”

The golden light of the enchantment on the solitary mountain circulated, like an upside-down bowl, caged them in it.

Jun Lingyang closed his eyes.

The deep black devilish whistling swept over, and Huaibo’s pupils tightened, but he did not avoid it. She was motionless, her eyes were as clear as a spring, reflecting the devilish qi tumbling all over the sky, and she looked at Jun Lingyang quietly.

The slender fingers were cut by the devilish energy, and a drop of blood fell.

Just as the devilish energy was about to go further, Ning Xiao stood up, the celestial energy of the tumbling lonely mountain merged into big rivers, and the vastness of the soup was paved, and the lonely mountain range was thousands of miles away, instantly submerged by the surging spiritual power.

At the moment when the magic energy and spiritual energy were about to collide, the cloud was unsheathed.

A sword rang, cold electricity pierced the clouds, a sword flying star.

The icy sword energy cut off the surging rivers where spiritual power and demon energy merged, and the mountains and plains were covered with sword light like silver frost.

The icy ridges on the top of the star-catching tower, Lingyang Jun’s eyelashes blinked, and the frost fell on his feet, and a thick layer of frost and snow was already covered under his feet.

The sword in the cloud hangs in the air, like a Milky Way flowing backwards, the sky is full of stars, the sun and the moon are pale.

After three hundred years of no sound, the sun and the moon will be dimmed once it is out of the sheath, the world will change color, and the mountains and seas will shake.

The sword intent was condensed into a cold Milky Way, Lingyang Junqing couldn’t help but raise his head. In his eyes was the silver sword light, covering the sky and the earth. Her body did not move. She knew that she couldn’t avoid such a sword at all.

But the cloud stopped.

Huaibo retracted the sword blankly, and the Milky Way slowly moved backwards and returned to the sky.

Everything is quiet, the world is silent.

Huaibo’s complexion was a little pale, she moved her lips to break the silence, “Senior Sister, stop, Gushan is your home.”

Jun Lingyang’s eyes bend, and he said with emotion: “The darling beloved by heaven, perhaps as early as three hundred years ago, I should have taken your life.”

Huaibo said, “But you didn’t.” Just as at this moment, she didn’t stab the sword that shocked the world. Between relatives, swords shouldn’t be facing each other.

Ling Yangjun sighed, “Xiaobai, I have no retreat. Maybe you just stabbed this sword, I will be a little happier.”

Huaibo asked: “I don’t understand. Ten thousand demons have been sealed. There are only a few scattered demons in this world. Why do you have to do this? Isn’t it good to be a peaceful peak owner in Gushan?”

“…Naturally it is good.” Lingyang Jun squinted his eyes, wide-sleeved and airless, “but I can foresee the future where all demons will be born and all creatures will be destroyed.”

Huai Bai and Ning Xiao glanced at each other, flashing surprise in their eyes.

Ning Xiao said warmly: “Junior sister, I don’t understand.”

Jun Lingyang looked at him with regret, “Brother, thanks to your care for so many years, I have a word to persuade you.”

Ning Xiao said, “Let’s talk about it.”

The corner of Lingyangjun’s mouth raised, “Give up your way, you can’t protect everyone.” She said, taking a step back, and her figure blinked and was drowned by the devil. At this moment, the enchantment was winding. The magic patterns merged into a strange symbol, and strands of black energy rose from the ground, the vegetation withered, and the sun and the moon were dull.

The disciples in Gushan did not know what happened, and they raised their heads in surprise and talked a lot.

Huaibo asked, “Brother, how many people are still in Gushan?”

Ning Xiao’s expression was solemn, “Most of them have been dispatched, and only 562 people remain.” However, these 562 lives cannot be ruined here. When he tried to remove the magic lines, he shook his figure, supported the frosted pillar, and whispered: “My spiritual power is dissolving.”

Not only that, the faerie qi in the lonely mountain is reversing at a slow speed, turning into a filthy devil qi.

Ning Xiao’s cultivation base is the highest, so the feeling is the most obvious.

Huaibo looked up at the barrier that was already covered with magic patterns.

Ning Xiao said: “I don’t know what she did. The barrier cannot be removed, and so is the magic pattern.” The barrier that protects Gushan, in turn, becomes a weapon for murder.

Huaibo pressed the scabbard, “Should I split it?”

Ling Yangjun’s smiling voice came from the devilish air, “Xiaobai, your sword is very powerful, but unfortunately it’s a little bit worse.”

Huaibo asked, “It’s a little bit worse? How much is a little bit, can one Yuan Ying be enough?”

“Heh, I spent hundreds of years in this battle, specifically dealing with you, do you think the senior brother still has the power to help you?”

Huaibo pulled out from the cloud, “Gushan is not only a powerful element of the soul.”

“What do you mean?” Lord Lingyang didn’t react, and suddenly heard a thunder, the purple light outside the barrier was violent, there was a lack of thunderbolts, and the hills collapsed.

Ding Fenghua returned with his sword, his purple clothes fluttered and he squinted with his hands.

Lingyang Jun seemed to realize it suddenly, and said to himself: “He ran away that day, is it a game you set?”

Ning Xiao stood leaning against the fence, wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, “It’s not all…”

Ding Fenghua shouted outside the barrier: “Of course it is. Otherwise, why would you think that you have a chance and show your feet, and I am such a small-spirited person?”

Ning Xiao coughed gently.

Huaibo touched the trembling cloud.

Feeling three fierce gazes, Ding Fenghua hugged the Rift Sword and raised his chin, “What nonsense! Come break the formation!”