Festival of the Heavens

()"How long."

Plain, with a soft voice, floating in the wind, like close lovers, leaning on each other's shoulders, whispering softly in the ear.

Ask the mountain behind the sword mountain.

The destination of many elders, core disciples, and direct descendants of the Linmen Sword Sect.

At this moment, a man was sitting on the ground with some fragrant green grass, leaning against a sapphire tombstone, his forehead gently resting on the tombstone, his expression was gentle and peaceful.

The breeze was blowing back and forth on the hills lined with tombstones.

Roll some fallen leaves behind the hill, hovering and dancing in the void for a while, but take them to the distance.

From time to time, beside some stone gaps, you can also see white snow orchids growing tenaciously in the gaps between the roads paved with stones. The flowers blooming vigorously are full of nostalgia for life and full of love. With the desire to grow.

newborn!

A cemetery, rendered by snow orchids all over the mountains and plains, is like a beautiful picture full of vitality.

"How long has it been?"

The man leaned on the sapphire tombstone and asked softly, like a pair of lovers in love who reunited after a long separation, even if he was placed in this picture scroll-like mountain forest, there was no sense of abruptness.

just like……

He himself should belong here.

Belongs to this cemetery.

"According to the time, it should be six years."

The man muttered to himself, with a slightly full smile on his face: "To be more specific, it should be two hundred and ninety-six days in 2000." As he spoke, his soft eyes fell on the person next to him On the sapphire tombstone: "Tell me, I remember, Xiaoyue?"

Xiaoyue.

On the sapphire tombstone, there are a few small characters written clearly.

"The tomb of my beloved daughter Lin Xiaoyue."

Below, there is also the signature of the person who erected the monument.

It was none other than Lin Xuri, the demigod Lin Xuri, who was planning to pass on the suzerain position to Long Jinyun.

"Hehe... If you don't speak, I will take it as your acquiescence. Anyway, you girl, you have never had any opinions."

The man in Tsing Yi smiled, the smile on his face was as soft as ever.

However, in the gentleness that seemed to be strong, there was already a hint of bitterness and pain that could not be concealed.

"Xiaoyue, do you know? In the past six years, many things have happened."

The man in Tsing Yi said, and casually threw the dark red saber in his hand to his side, as if he was throwing something he didn't care about.

If at this time, Guang Hanyan, the elite disciple of the Linmen Sword Sect who ranked among the top ten in the outer sect, was here, he would be able to recognize that this sword was the one that instantly wiped out the high-ranking martial artist Si Qixing. It is the sword of terror for the supreme magic sword.

And the man in Tsing Yi in front of him is not someone else.

It is the current owner of the Supreme Demon Sword, Xuantianzong.

"I got a sword, a sword that even I don't know whether it is right or wrong, good or bad."

Xuantianzong said in his mouth, gently stretched out his hand, and wiped a trace of gray on the sapphire tombstone, his expression was full of tenderness, seriousness, and carefulness.

"But I think it should be a bad thing. When that person gave me this sword, he didn't have any good intentions at all."

"call."

After taking a breath and blowing off the ashes on the sapphire stele, Xuantianzong corrected his sitting posture and leaned his back against the sapphire stele. It felt as if he was sitting back to back with his beloved woman. , in this mountain where there are a lot of snow orchids, the breeze is blowing carefree, looking at the blue sky...

For a lifetime, it seems to be like this.

It was over in a blink of an eye.

"But it doesn't matter anymore, it really doesn't matter, what is wrong and what is right, as long as I feel wrong, what is wrong is also right, if I feel wrong, what is right is also wrong, isn't it?"

Speaking of this, Xuantianzong stopped.

As he stopped speaking, all of a sudden, the whole world seemed to be completely quiet.

"The only regret is that when holding this sword, there should be no resentment, no fear, no anger, no greed, desire, or desire, otherwise, you will become its slave , the consequences are very serious... Well, Xiaoyue, you know, I have always wanted to be a good person, even if I went undercover in the Holy Demon Palace and did those outrageous things, but my heart never stopped returning to The Linmen Sword Sect aspires to eliminate demons and defend Taoism, so holding this sword is to supervise me, so you don't have to worry about it."

As Xuantianzong said, his expression was still slightly smiling, and he still had the intention of joking.

however……

The next moment, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

A silent coldness appeared on his face.

"but……"

"hatred……"

Xuantianzong spoke calmly, but in that tone, no matter how you listen to it, it makes people feel that there is a creepy feeling coming from the heart.

"Hate! Yes! Hate!"

Xuantianzong raised his head, looking at the blue sky and white clouds above his head.

"hatred!"

Suddenly, he raised his right hand high and grasped it fiercely, as if he wanted to crush this piece of heaven and earth, and all things in the sky, in his palm.

"Buzz!"

The Supreme Demon Sword, which he casually discarded aside, trembled slightly and let out bursts of whispers.

"The hatred of Qin Rou's death in vain, the hatred of being ruined, the hatred of Xuantianzong's destruction of the sect, the hatred of master's life being lost by my hands, the hatred of being abandoned by the Linmen Sword Sect on the holy peak, the hatred of nine deaths in the valley of purgatory, the hatred of suppressing the Supreme Demon Sword Insane hatred! And..."

Xuantianzong looked at the sapphire stele that was close to him, and held it tightly with his right hand, even though the nails pierced the palm, the whole right hand became dripping with blood, his face , but there is no change!

"The hatred of killing my wife!"

After saying these few words, Xuantianzong's expression already carried a trace of ferocious terror.

And the Supreme Demon Sword beside him was constantly vibrating, and traces of dark flames were burning from the dark red Demon Sword, as if it could burn the soul and the void.

"Zizi!"

Xuantianzong waved his hand abruptly, and wiped on the sapphire tombstone, the words "Tomb of his beloved daughter Lin Xiaoyue" were immediately erased.

The next moment, using the bright red blood escaping from his right hand, he already gritted his teeth and quickly carved on the sapphire tombstone.

Soon, the handwriting on it had changed.

"The tomb of my beloved wife Lin Xiaoyue."

And the signer also became the word Fu Xing.

"I hate!"

"Entering the Holy Demon Palace, everything is arranged by the Linmen Sword Sect, and the source of everything comes from the Linmen Sword Sect! I hate the Holy Demon Palace! In the Holy Demon Palace, I must be ruthless, I must hurt the sky, Otherwise, how could I steal a high position and pass on information! But I hate Linmen Sword Sect even more! I hate you for becoming famous in the end, in order to protect the banner of righteousness of Linmen Sword Sect, you completely abandoned me with a depraved name, and I hate Linmen Sword Sect even more! Because of the slander of Long Jinyun, a vain villain, you ruined thousands of disciples of my entire Xuantian Sect!"

At this moment, Xuantianzong's face no longer had any calmness and calmness, that kind of smile that had been hanging on his face all the time, at this moment, he was completely abandoned by him to the sky!

"Hate! Hate! Hate!"

Three words of hate roared out from Xuantianzong's mouth.

"This hate! There's only one way to wash it away!"

At this moment, the Supreme Demon Sword, which was casually discarded aside, vibrated violently the moment he yelled out the three words of hate, and let out a burst of sword roar that moved people's souls, and suddenly flew out of the ground, and appeared in Xuantianzong instantly It seemed that he wanted to follow his sword master faithfully, and completely vent the hatred in his heart.

The next moment, the brilliance of the Supreme Demon Sword was raised high, pointing directly at the sky, and the dark flames that were already burning blazingly all bloomed in an instant, burning the heavens!

"Destroy the door!!!"