The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Cui Fujun had a solemn look on his face and murmured to himself: "It is really a peerless and vicious sword!"

He suddenly closed his palms and held them in the air.

Along with a trembling sound, the mirror suddenly trembled violently.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of silver lights burst out from the mirror, densely gathered into the void above Song Xing's head, and turned into a sharp sword more than ten feet long.

At the same time, Mr. Cui raised his finger and pointed at Song Xing, shouting: "Accept the order."

Rumble!
In an instant, the sharp sword composed of thousands of silver lights shook violently and turned into a beam of light, covering Song Xing.

For a moment, all the blood in his body was surging, as if there were invisible shackles tightly locking him, making it difficult to break free.

Immediately afterwards, obscure and complicated inscriptions appeared on the surface of the sword. Each inscription lit up, releasing an extremely terrifying attraction, frantically extracting the sword intent from Song Xing's body and transforming it into a gray air flow.

Song Xing felt that the sword intent in his body was infinitely amplified by this airflow, and even his own spiritual thoughts kept rising towards the sky above.

This Dharma mirror seemed to magnify his spiritual thoughts infinitely, and he could even see Qiantang County in the underworld through it.

In his spiritual thoughts, he sensed an extremely powerful sword intent in the east direction, echoing the sword intent in his body.

Although they were hundreds of miles away, they seemed to have touched each other, which made Song Xing feel a throbbing in his heart.

"It turns out that this is the opportunity Mr. Cui Fu mentioned."

Cui Fujun looked at the mirror suspended in mid-air, gradually dimming, his eyes flickering, thoughtfully.

He didn't know what opportunity Song Xing got. Although he knew that this mirror could provide Song Xing with an opportunity, he couldn't know what the specific opportunity was.

I could just feel it, and it was related to the heaven-destroying sword intent in his body.

Knowing the location of the opportunity, Song Xing's spiritual mind returned to his true form, looked at Lord Cui in front of him, cupped his hands and thanked him: "Thank you Lord Lord for the opportunity."

He felt in his heart that the extremely powerful sword intention seemed to be very similar to the Zhuxian Sword Intent in his body. If he could get that opportunity, he might be able to solve the problem of the Zhuxian Sword's excessive cruelty.

Cui Fujun returned the favor and said: "This judgment is just a matter of smooth sailing. It is your opportunity and no one can take it away. Besides, after fellow Taoist gets that opportunity, the evil disaster in Qiantang will still have to be solved by fellow Taoist."

Song Xing nodded and said, "It is my duty to do so."

Later, Cui Fujun manipulated Fahai again to let Fahai get his opportunity.

After a while, Fa Hai woke up with his eyes open, with joy on his face: "Thank you, Mr. Fu."

"That's good, that's good." Lord Cui nodded with a smile, and then said, "In that case, you two can follow the City God back to the underworld to find your own opportunities."

In the underworld, humans and ghosts have different paths, and mortals in the Yang world cannot easily set foot in the underworld.

Similarly, unless there are special circumstances, ghosts in the underworld will not easily set foot in the upper world. Therefore, the demonic disasters in the upper world can only be solved by the upper world itself.

Cui Fujun sent the two people out of the underworld and disappeared from their sight.

When the two of them came back to their senses, they found that they were already in the world of the sun, standing outside the tall and towering city wall.

"Finally returned to the earth." Fahai breathed a sigh of relief. He was in the underworld as a mortal. Although Fahai had a high level of cultivation, he still felt uncomfortable from time to time.

Especially in Fengdu City, he always felt that there was a line of sight that always stayed on them, as if they were monitoring them, which was like a thorn in the back.

As a gust of dark wind blew by, the City God appeared beside them silently, looking sad. "You two, the whereabouts of Lord Long's soul are unknown, and we don't know the details of that demon. What should we do?"

Song Xing raised his head and looked at the heavenly law net that was still densely covered over Qiantang, and asked: "Why not ask the heavenly court to send heavenly soldiers and generals to deal with this evil disaster?"

The City God sighed, "My fellow Taoist, I don't know. Even if you want to come to the mortal world, even if you want to come to the heaven, you can't just come. After the emperor of heaven has gained access to heaven and earth, unless it is a crisis for heaven and earth, heaven will rarely take the initiative." Interfering with the development of the mortal world.”

After a pause, the City God suddenly said: "Unless the demonic disaster in Qiantang becomes uncontrollable, heaven will intervene."

There is still a word that Cheng Huang has not said in his heart. If it comes to that point, no one knows how many people will die in this world.

Fahai recited the Buddha's name in a low voice and said: "For the current plan, we have to get our own opportunities to see if we can prevent this evil disaster from happening."

Song Xing nodded and said: "In that case, I will go east to see what the opportunity is. For the time being, Qiantang County will be entrusted to Lord Cheng Huang."

As for Fahai, the opportunity he got seems to be in the west, which is exactly the opposite direction from Song Xing.

So the two of them ran away from each other and left one after another.

Following the water veins of the Qiantang River, Song Xing flew all the way east, flying thousands of miles, and finally came to the vast East China Sea.

At this time, the sun had just risen.

A ray of golden morning light spreads across the sea level, creating magnificent waves and making it a spectacle.

Song Xing stepped on the steel bucket, soared into the clouds and mist, and galloped away into the distance.

At the same time, the ray of Zhuxian Sword Intent in his spiritual mind was distantly sensing, sensing the location of the powerful Sword Intent that he sensed in the underworld.

His speed was very fast. In less than a stick of incense, he had already crossed the sea and covered an unknown number of thousands of miles.

Finally he stopped because he saw a huge black shadow floating on the boundless East China Sea.

It was clearly an island, but there were layers of fog covering the island, making the entire island looming, making it impossible to see what was inside.

What's even more weird is that when Song Xing looked at the island, he actually imagined that there were many giant beasts on the island, including dragons, Kunpeng... various ferocious monsters, countless in number.

But the island he saw was nothing lively or special except that it was larger.

Song Xing frowned and pondered for a long time.

Just as he was about to move on, he suddenly noticed an extremely strong wave of sword energy emanating from somewhere on the island.

Song Xing's eyes suddenly widened, and the wave of sword intent was reflected in his pupils, slowly drifting away, and finally landed in a corner of the island.

This place is the source of sword intent.

The sword intent was extremely strong. Even with Song Xing's strength, he did not dare to get even close and could only watch from a distance.

In that sword intention, there is a kind of fierce and domineering, sharp edge, and frightening momentum.

Just a tiny bit of it leaked out, and there was a feeling of destruction.

"How is it possible! Do the rumors really exist!" Looking at the wisps of terrifying aura emanating from the sword, even though Song Xing had rich experience and extensive knowledge, he couldn't help being surprised at this moment.