Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Not to mention Wen Qiong's attitude, once this idea is made clear, even other pavilions will naturally think that Jiange and Changsheng Pavilion are torn apart.

After reaching that step, Tianbei Island still doesn't know what kind of turmoil it will experience.

Yu Xinzhu was silent for a moment, then said slowly: "This matter, I..."

Before the next words could be spoken, the voice was suddenly cut off by a sudden drop of sword energy from the sky.

Yu Xinzhu felt that it was someone from Jiange, and looked up.

An elder in charge of Jiange came with a sword, and landed in front of everyone in a panic.

Seeing Yu Xinzhu, the elder in charge seemed to finally heave a sigh of relief, heaved a long breath, and came forward to see Yu Xinzhu.

"I came here specially to deliver the Pavilion Master's order. I was afraid that I would miss it with the young Pavilion Master. Fortunately, the Little Pavilion Master has not left yet."

Yu Xinzhu frowned: "What happened in such a hurry?"

The elder in charge closed his eyes solemnly, and solemnly said to everyone: "Pavilion master's order!"

Hearing the words, everyone in the Jiange bowed quickly, ready to accept the order.

"The pavilion master has an order. All the disciples of my Jiange outside should stay outside for a while, and do not return to the Jiange. When you return, you will wait for the sword order!"

After the elder in charge briefly conveyed Yu Song's password, Agui was the first to speak.

"What's going on? Did the pavilion master say why he couldn't go back?"

The elder in charge looked a bit embarrassed: "The redundant pavilion master didn't say a word, he only said that the Jiange is going to activate the banning formation, not only our pavilion, but no one is allowed to enter the Jiange."

As soon as they heard that the ban formation was activated, everyone's expressions changed immediately.

Yue Ya hurriedly asked: "Did something happen to the pavilion? How was the pavilion when you came out?"

The elder in charge quickly reassured everyone: "Don't worry, our pavilion is fine. As for why the sword array was suddenly activated, the pavilion master didn't say anything, so I don't have a chance to ask."

After finishing speaking, the elder in charge turned his eyes to Yu Xinzhu again, and his tone became more gentle: "Young Pavilion Master, don't worry too much, the Pavilion Master is also fine."

Yu Xinzhu nodded: "I understand, I will take all the disciples to find another place to rest temporarily."

Yu Xinzhu's expression was very calm, the arrangement was orderly, and there was no sign of panic.

But Yu Xinzhu's heart was already churning with thoughts.

Activating the sword formation meant that Jiange must have encountered a rare crisis.

She knew in her heart that the calmness in front of her eyes might be the result of her father's feeling, and he activated the sword array in advance to defend.

As Yu Xinzhu was worried about, Yu Song did feel an extremely clear killing intent, which was strange and powerful.

The killing intent was not aimed at himself, but at the entire Jiange.

When the elder in charge brought the order of the pavilion master to Yu Xinzhu, Yu Song was still sitting alone in the empty Lanrong Hall on the top of Fanxia Peak as usual.

There is still the setting sun in the courtyard, but there is a dull thunder sound looming in the distant sky.

Yu Song, who had been meditating quietly before, slowly opened his eyes.

Nearly.

Distance from the periphery of Shanxia Peak.

Yu Song raised his right hand expressionlessly, and drew a rune in front of him without haste.

The gestures of the runes are very simple, and after the painting is completed, it naturally carries Yu Song's sword intent, and the outlines show a bit of sharp coldness.

The rune was drawn, and Yu Song stretched out his finger and tapped it lightly.

The tapped runes seemed to be written on the surface of the water, swaying a few times like water waves, and then gradually disintegrated, turning into dots of cold white dusty light, flying away into the void.

Dots of broken light passed through the tall roof of Lanrong Hall, flew straight to the sky, and finally dispersed completely over the entire Jiange, melting into a place that no one could see.

As the runes carrying Yu Song's sword intent completely dissipated, an invisible white light loomed around the entire Jiange.

Outside the sword pavilion, a strong wind suddenly blew up on the grassland in the forest, and the fallen leaves on the ground were lifted to the blue sky, the tree crowns swayed, and the grass fell to the ground.

Inside the Jiange, the atmosphere is calm, like a frozen autumn.

Inside and outside the Jiange, it seems to be separated by a wall invisible to the naked eye into two worlds, one moving and one still.

Those dead leaves that were swept into the sky by the strong wind flew to the sky, and were suddenly slammed down by another violent breath from the countercurrent.

The strong wind carried the dead leaves and slammed into the peaceful courtyard perched on the mountain peak.

The majestic and tall pavilion with simple lines stands on the top of the mountain, and the slanted eaves are like countless sharp swords piercing the sky, as if they have been baptized by storms for endless years and still remain motionless.

The dead leaves swept by the strong wind were suddenly stopped by an invisible barrier at a distance of more than ten meters from the pavilion. Those dead leaves suddenly stagnated in the air as if they had been given a hold spell.

Then it was blown up again by a more violent wind, spinning rapidly.

The swirling airflow is getting faster and faster, and the speed of the dead leaves' rotation has almost reached a speed that is difficult for the naked eye to catch up with.

The breath carried the dead leaves and flew to the high sky again. This time, the sky was no longer clear and clear, but a maelstrom of dense clouds like ink.

If Yanyan and Yu Xinzhu were here, they would be able to recognize it at a glance. The huge thick cloud that appeared over the Jiange Pavilion was almost exactly the same as what they saw over the Changsheng Pavilion before.

The thick cloud was pushed by the hurricane to form a huge vortex. Because of the deep color, there was almost no light in the center of the vortex, which looked like the one-eye of a dark and deep monster.

Looking down at the pavilions and pavilions of the Jiange with one eye, there is a faint red-edged lightning from the clouds, like the sharp fangs of a monster, as if implying that there is a powerful force waiting to be released in the thick clouds.

Yu Song, who was sitting in the Lanrong Hall, quietly closed his eyes, like an old monk in meditation.

The cloud doesn't move.

People don't move.

"Crack!"

A bright flash of lightning suddenly emerged from the lower part of the thick cloud, and slammed hard on the top of a mountain next to Lan Rong Hall.

At the moment when the lightning was about to fall on the corner of the eaves, it seemed to hit some invisible cover.

A circle of bright white light suddenly appeared out of thin air, quickly spread around, and firmly caught the lightning.

"Shhh-"

The cloud layer seemed to be irritated by the blocking white light, and made a violent rubbing sound of thunderclouds that sounded like people's pores were standing on end.

The thick thundercloud began to swell again, like a fat man who was about to pound a heavy object. Before dropping the hammer, he took a deep breath and puffed out his round belly.

At this moment, Yu Song slowly opened his eyes.

Across the high and heavy roof of Lanrong Hall, Yu Song's gaze seems to be able to see the arrogant thunderclouds in the sky.

For a moment, Yu Song raised half of the corner of his lips, revealing a sneer of disdain.

"Hmph, bluff!"

After finishing speaking, he spread his right hand in front of him, and a transparent jade sword slowly emerged from his palm.

Yu Song's sword has no sheath, he is the scabbard himself.

Having practiced swordsmanship to his level, he has already integrated his body and sword into one.

The sword is him, and he is the sword.