Chapter 26: Moving Mountain Realm
"Murong Cheng this person although stupid, but after all young, and cultivation potential and break the realm of speed is good, I thought that stupid can always be slowly tempered, but before I had the time to temper, was you directly a sword chopped off."
Hengshan Xu Hou, a pile of meat mountain like existence, exudes incomparable domineering aura, with the eyes of a lion looking at a sheep looking at the night Zeleng, coldly said, "After all, it has been considered as half of my mansion, was chopped off by you just like this, you don't give me an explanation, in the future, who still need to give me face."
"Receiving a sword from you, isn't that giving you face?" Night Ce Leng smiled coldly in disbelief, and in the face of the other party's figure that was enough to encompass her inside and her incomparably domineering aura, she even revealed two shallow dimples.
"Refreshing! That's what I like about your nature. Worthy of being my Great Qin's only female head of division!"
Hengshan Xu Hou gave a cold smile and extended his hand towards Night Ce Leng, "Come on then, what are you waiting for!"
Night Ce Leng smiled coldly and didn't say anything at all, just reaching forward with a small white hand.
In the clear twilight, a drop of rain suddenly fell, falling into the shadows behind Xu Hou's massive body with a snap, pulling out countless tiny, crystalline lines of water.
At the same time, a crystalline droplet appeared out of nowhere in Night Ce Leng's hand.
Hengshan Xu Hou's eyes, which already seemed to be on the verge of ceasing to exist, narrowed even thinner, and he grunted heavily and coldly, "Tian Lifeng Shui!"
Time was as frozen in this instant.
The masonry of the entire street was made to creak by the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that suddenly surged in from all directions, and countless aged dusts scrambled out of the cracks, seemingly sensing the terrifying Qi and wanting to flee out of the long street.
The smile on Night Ce Leng's face also completely disappeared.
Each of her movements became slow and extremely grave, obviously even more strained than when she faced Zhao Zhan.
Her outstretched hand was merely holding a suspended crystalline droplet, yet every subtle movement was as heavy as moving a mountain.
"Boom!"
The crystalline droplet in her hand turned into a one-inch long crystalline water sword in her hand, and at the same time, the entire sky above the street seemed to have suddenly collapsed as countless heaven and earth elemental qi converged towards this small crystalline sword in her hand.
Because the speed was too fast, and the amount of heaven and earth yuan qi was too terrifying, so in an instant, these heaven and earth yuan qi, like a huge invisible mountain, was moved by her, and then squeezed into this crystalline water sword in her hand.
This was the seventh realm of cultivation that countless cultivators in the world looked up to, the Mountain Moving Realm.
The third realm was True Yuan, and the fourth realm was Melting Yuan.
At the third realm, the cultivator could absorb some heaven and earth yuan qi into the body and refine it with his own true qi to become true yuan. At the fourth realm, it was the time when the true yuan and more heaven and earth yuan qi melted together, and at the same time, some orifices could be opened in the body that could store heaven and earth yuan qi, so the body could no longer just absorb and refine heaven and earth yuan qi during cultivation, but could become a container for storing heaven and earth yuan qi.
However, only when one reached the seventh realm could they manage to instantly carry a terrifying amount of heaven and earth yuan qi directly from the surrounding heaven and earth, forcibly compressing it into their own true essence, and instantly surging a terrifying amount of heaven and earth yuan qi into each tiny drop of true essence, thus exploding with unimaginable power when fighting against the enemy.
In the Wutong Drop's wine store, Chen Mo Li was a cultivator who had reached the fourth realm.
However, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that gushed out from his body when he shocked those academy students and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that Night Ce Leng had moved in an instant now were simply the difference between a thin stream and a river and an ocean!
In this instant, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi moved by Night Ce Leng and poured into the sword body was as heavy as a mountain, yet the crystal water sword in her hand was still so light that it didn't seem to have any weight.
"Snort!"
This small sword directly disappeared from her hand and shot towards Xu Hou's brow.
The speed of the sword was too fast.
Like a river traveling through the air, yet it was invisible.
Xu Hou's mountain-like body didn't even take a step back, and his obese right hand disappeared at this time.
Because it was too fast.
In fact, he had only crossed this arm upwards.
With just this horizontal movement, there was a green colored sword shadow, like a huge mountain across before his brow.
A sword like a mountain crossing, a thousand armies could not enter, this was the true Cross Mountain Sword!
An even more domineering and incomparable aura appeared between heaven and earth.
A loud sound so dull that it was difficult to describe it in words rang out before his brow.
Xu Hou's hands were already behind his back, and the iron like clothes on his body hunted as if he hadn't even moved.
The Night Ce Leng in front of him was also as silent as water, not moving a step.
Her hand is still stretched out, that a small sword has already been re-transformed into a crystalline droplet, suspended in her hand.
Above the two people's bodies, however, there was a terrifying green-colored yuan qi rising upwards, and in the high altitude, a large green-colored mountain was formed.
Above the great mountain, there were countless raindrops flying, not downwards, but towards the higher sky.
Xu Hou looked up at such a strange appearance in the sky, and with a hefty smile and a slight tremble of his fat body, he said no more and turned around to walk onto the huge carriage.
Night Ce Leng looked expressionlessly at the palm of her hand.
The droplets in her hand slowly seeped into her body.
Night finally descended.
The black carriage and the carriage cast like iron sped away in separate lanes.
Not far away, on the bank of a stone bridge, under a maple tree, but a carriage of the Divine Capital Supervisor was parked.
The one who set up the carriage was a mute without a tongue, and seemed to be deaf, not even hearing the dull thud just now, completely unresponsive.
In the Divine Capital Supervisor's carriage, there sat a thin man wearing a crimson brocade robe, with a short beard that was unusually messy and a young-looking face.
His hair was somewhat gray, and the nails on his hands were slightly yellowed.
He looked somewhat disheveled, yet everyone in Changling knew that this was only an illusion.
All the people in Changling thought that he was *split* ruthless, extraordinarily cunning and cruel.
Because he was the head of the Divine Capital Supervisor, Supervisor Chen.
He bowed his head somewhat disheveledly, but his eyes were looking at the wide street from the gap in the carriage curtain.
The iron-cast carriage traveled through the dark night.
Xu Hou's body crowded the wide carriage, his fingers slowly tapping on his stomach, thinking about that sword just now, he couldn't help but sneer, muttering to himself, "That was really strong enough...after receiving this sword from me, you'll have to suffer quite a bit, but at least it'll keep you safe for a while."
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In the night of Changling, several carriages were slowly heading towards the Red Rhythm Building.
Red Rhyme House is a medium flower house in the south of the city, weekdays when the night grows thick, around the courtyard and the small river in front of the door are picking up lanterns, cars and horses such as streams, around the streets and lanes to sell some small food, sell some flowers, sing some songs ... these do some piece of business to ask for some money, are a lot of people, lively and extraordinary.
But today in the red rhyme building wrapped up the field, a few miles in a circle is exceptionally quiet, quiet to let some people feel depressed.
Even if there is no lack of silver money excited to come to be swept away by the luxury guests, hear the empty building out of the silk bamboo sound of the killing, see the streets and alleys vaguely visible strips of ghostly shadows, will only feel the cold hairs stand up, do not dare to stay more.
Ding Ning and Wang Taixu got out of the carriage, and the two of them walked like strolling idlers towards the Red Rhythm Building not far ahead.
Behind them, five or six carriages clattered down with more than ten people, following them.
The lanterns around the Red Rhythm Building were still up.
One could vaguely see at least hundreds of people standing silently in the shadows around the Red Rhythm Building, with the reflections of their blades on their bodies to a greater or lesser extent.
Wang Taixu walked with a slight frown, he had changed into a scarlet colored brocade robe, which made his face would look a bit rosy.
An emaciated old man wearing a linen cotton robe with snow-white hair but a very rosy complexion, not many wrinkles could be seen walked down from the second carriage alone and walked to Wang Taixu's side.
With an old man and a young man on Wang Taixu's side, the three of them thus crossed the threshold of the Red Rhythm Building.
On the second floor, at the east end, was an extremely large elegant room.
At this moment, the room had been emptied of all unnecessary furnishings, and only many short cases had been placed, with more than ten people sitting on the floor.
When Wang Taixu pushed the door and half of his face was revealed behind the slightly opened door, the quiet room was dead silent.
Wang Taixu, however, smiled faintly, his lips moving slightly, sending a thin voice into Ding Ning's ears at the back of his body, "The fattest one, naturally, is the Chapter Fatty of the Thunderstorm Tang, and the skinny man beside him with short hair and an extremely ugly-looking face is the only remaining member of the Jinlin Tang, Tang Zhuo. The white-faced scholar next to Fatty Zhang was his righteous son Zhong Xiu, who should be the most powerful cultivator in Thunderstorm Tang right now. As for that one-eyed dragon next to Tang Lack, that's Tang Mengduan, one of the few people in Jinlin Tang who can hold their own right now."
After saying these few words, Ding Ning and the snowy-haired, hemp-robed old man beside him had then also followed Wang Taixu into this elegant room and to the table.
Ding Ning sat down beside Wang Taixu in front of the table, and he sized up these few people that Wang Taixu had mentioned.
Thunderstorm Hall's Fatty Zhang had a heaven-facing nose, allowing one to see two large nostrils at a glance, so that even if the rest of his features were even more good-looking, it would still make one's stomach turn already. What's more, this Changling's jianghu big shot had his black brocade robe open to his chest in this kind of weather in order to show off his bravado.
It was just a pity that he seemed to be wearing it a little too warm, and he also seemed to sweat a little too easily, so his forehead and chest were oily with beads of sweat from time to time.
If he were to be compared to Hengshan Xu Hou, who was also very fat at the moment, then everyone would feel that Hengshan Xu Hou was a majestic giant mountain, whereas he could only remind people of pancetta on a plate.
Sitting beside him, Tang Xiao is very different from him, his body sits straight, his body can not see a piece of flab, only the cheekbones are a little high, and these days is obviously too heavy heart, rest is not good reason, so there are some dark circles under the eyes, coupled with his face is too gloomy at the moment, it looks as if his eyes around, it seems to always be a layer of black shadow like a cage.
Fatty Zhang's side of the righteous son Zhong Xiu, but is elegant, wearing a purple light shirt, white face, looks only twenty-seven or eighteen years of age.
As for the side of the Tang lack, Wang Taixu said the one-eyed dragon Tang Meng dust, Ding Ning is even face can not see clearly, because in he walked into this elegant room to the moment, Tang Meng dust always lowered his head, even once did not raise it.
The jianghu big brother who has been sitting in a high position for a long time has his own extraordinary temperament, the two-storey building has been standing in Changling for many years without collapsing, and Wang Taixu's statement to Ding Ning in the wine store that he was only doing a lower-level business that couldn't withstand the wind and waves was only a self-effacing statement and a matter of choice.
Coupled with the fact that in the previous bloody stranglehold, Wang Taixu had already allowed everyone in this room to thoroughly see what kind of person he was, so as he sat down, the wine cups on everyone's cases seemed to tremble a bit gently.
An unseen pressure made breathing more and more difficult.
Wang Taixu, who had an old man and a young man sitting beside him, still didn't speak first after sitting down, but only looked at Fatty Zhang and Tang Jiu across the table and smiled faintly.
(Enn... This book was written with great effort and care, and at the same time it's a very complicated book... I hope everyone can read it slower... And then I hope you'll collect more and vote more, or else... I'm going to get mad~)
