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  As soon as he finished speaking, someone said: "It turns out that the river god of this Qu River is actually not bad. I heard that when the thousand-year-old black turtle crossed the tribulation at Evil Dragon Gorge, it was protected by his law."

  "This was the case at that time, but now it's almost universally known. I think today not only will the god of Cuiping Mountain fail to cross over, but Chen Jing by the river will also die. Don't forget, Chen Jing has many enemies, and they were all taken care of by Ye Qingxue back then. Now that Ye Qingxue is gone, those people will naturally come after him. It can be said that this time, many people are coming for him."

  Yan Luoniang's heart grew increasingly worried, and her eyes involuntarily turned to the Taoist priest with the purple and blue double swords on his back, because he had asked about the direction of Jinghe Xiuchun Bay at that time.

  "Could he have a feud with the River God?" Yan Luoniang took another look at the monk with nine red marks on his forehead, wondering what he was doing here and why he would also appear in this place. She still had lingering fears about these two people.

  "Boom...... Slap......"

  The lightning illuminated the rolling black clouds above the nine heavens, and under the dazzling lightning, all sounds seemed to have disappeared, time momentarily stopped. Yan Luoniang had been looking up with her head raised, but this time she discovered that someone was falling from the ninth heaven along with the lightning at the moment it flashed.

  That man wore black clothes and had blue hair, holding a short staff that still emitted intense golden light under the lightning.

  "Dove magpie." Someone in the Wind and Rain Pavilion exclaimed, Yan Luoniang didn't even turn her head to see who it was, her eyes staring fixedly, at this moment, her heartbeat had already stopped, what was originally a fleeting lightning strike, she felt like it had passed for billions of years.

  As lightning cut through the dark and silent heavens, a cold voice spread throughout the heavens along with the lightning.

  "Bai Su's fan, today is your death..."

  But the sound also stopped at the moment when the lightning fell and scattered, as if swallowed by darkness. The golden light that was originally there also dispersed when the sound stopped.

  "What is it..."

  In the Wind and Rain Pavilion, someone suddenly asked in a loud voice, but no one replied.

  Yan Luoniang did not see clearly at the moment when Lei Guang disappeared. When her eyes adapted to the darkness, she only saw that the bird in the sky had been beheaded, its head still falling towards the ground, and its body was still spraying fresh blood from its neck. After falling for a distance, it suddenly turned into a headless giant bird, and the head also turned into a blue bird's head.

  Not just Yan Luo didn't see clearly how the magpie died, but also few people in Fengyu Pavilion could see it clearly.

  Stillness, heaven and earth are still, in the wind and rain pavilion is still.

  Yan Luoniang, however, heard a soft whisper in her ear: "I didn't expect to find someone with such excellent swordsmanship outside of Luo Fu." She glanced sideways and saw that it was the young Taoist priest with the purple and blue double swords on his back and a pair of white eyebrows.

  "It's Chen Jing."

  The voice was very affirmative, and it was indeed the gray-robed monk with nine red birthmarks on his head who spoke.

  "How could it be him?" someone disbelieved.

  "In the midst of the dark clouds, a spark of electricity flashed, like a silver dragon trapped in darkness, struggling to break free from its shackles."

  Just as someone in the Wind and Rain Pavilion had finished saying that sentence, a voice came drifting down from the void.

  "Jinghe River Chen Jing is here to protect the Cui Ping Mountain god, transforming into a heavenly calamity. If anyone has grievances with me, Chen Jing, please wait until the heavenly calamity passes and come to my temple."

  Only the sound of speech was heard, but no one was seen. At the time the words fell, nine heavenly thunders struck, and dazzling light scattered the darkness, a loud roar, as if it were to add momentum to that voice.

  "It's really him." someone sighed and said.

  Yan Luoniang suddenly became excited, and the fear that had accumulated over so many days seemed to have been dispelled in an instant. She hadn't expected that the River God who had been at a loss when facing the carp spirit in the river back then would be so formidable now, astonishing even the many people in the Wind and Rain Pavilion.

  The thunder falls silently, its sound not keeping pace with the speed of the lightning's descent.

  The sixth flash of lightning fell quietly, as if the people in the darkness were stunned by Chen Jing.

  Yan Luoniang secretly let out a sigh of relief, thinking that they shouldn't come again. However, just as this thought arose, the seventh heavenly thunderbolt had already fallen. As this bolt of lightning appeared, there were already three people in the sky, falling down with the lightning like the magpies before. Yan Luoniang's heart suddenly tightened up.

  This streak of clear and quiet lightning seemed to have stopped in the sky, turning into a white line that connected heaven and earth.

  Under the flash of lightning, every detail is revealed.

  The last of the three people suddenly split in half from the middle, blood blooming. The second one was also like this, and the third body suddenly disappeared, but it became two pieces in another place and fell from thin air.

  A flash of lightning fell, and everything returned to darkness. It was just a moment's thought, but already three people had died.

  "The sword fell from the clouds and merged with the lightning." The owner of the Wind and Rain Pavilion said with his hands behind his back, standing at the edge of the pavilion.

  Yan Luoniang could sense the hidden shock in his seemingly calm voice, and she had also heard her master say that the power of heaven is boundless, and all methods rely on the momentum to guide them. Borrowing the power of heaven to practice the law is the true means of a cultivator. When she first heard this sentence, she didn't think much of it, but as her magical powers improved and her realm increased, she realized how difficult it was to borrow the power of heaven to practice the law, not only difficult, but also extremely dangerous. Now that she saw Chen Jing's sword merging with the thunder, borrowing the power of the thunder to kill the enemy like cutting chickens and dogs, she understood that she was far from being as powerful as the River God.

  The eighth thunder falls.

  The rumbling thunder and endless rain, the majestic heavenly power that even Yan Luoniang in the Wind and Rain Pavilion could feel. What kind of shocking and stirring scene it must be up in the Ninth Heaven! At this moment, Yan Luoniang understood that her difference with Heishenye was not in their magical powers, but in their realm, in the state of mind that dared to merge and pull in the face of such majestic heavenly power.

  Suddenly, there was a sound of a zither echoing through heaven and earth.

  The sound of the zither is not loud, and it sounds extremely light, as if it's there but also isn't. A gentle breeze seems like it could blow out the sound of the zither. However, amidst the rumbling thunder, that zither sound lingers around my ears, faintly and indistinctly.

  "This is... This is Kuroba no Kōma Shirahama of Black Onyx State."

  The young man holding a white peony fan in the Wind and Rain Pavilion suddenly exclaimed in shock.

  "It's him, I didn't expect he would come too." The owner of the Wind and Rain Pavilion sighed.

  Yan Luo didn't know who the Guqin Demon Baiyan was, but she heard others asking about him too. Someone explained: "This Guqin Demon Baiyan is said to be a stone guqin that absorbed the essence of the sun and moon to achieve enlightenment. Legend has it that he transformed into human form a hundred years ago. One melody of 'Heavenly Chaos' can confuse people's minds and bewilder their spirits."

  Just as the interpreter in the Wind and Rain Pavilion finished speaking, Chen Jing's voice fell from the ninth heaven: "I didn't expect you to come too."

  "Yes, I'm here. More than a decade ago, I witnessed your swordsmanship, and now, I'd like to experience it personally. It won't be in vain that I composed 'The Nine-Flower Sword Immortal' for you." The voice was very soft, as if the speaker hadn't eaten for three days and nights and had no energy to speak, yet it blended extremely well with the sound of the qin.

  "What brings you here again?"

  "I originally came for the White Tiger in Cuiping Mountain, now I'd like to experience your Thunder Sword Technique personally."

  "What's the need for this? You have done me a favor, after today, why not come to my temple and drink with me, I'll dance with swords to add to the fun, how about it?"

  "Heh heh, I just like to see people struggling on the edge of life and death. Last time you listened to my 'Jiuhua Sword Immortal' melody, this time come taste again my self-created 'Heavenly Chaos'." Along with this voice falling, the originally faint and unclear piano sound suddenly became clear.

  Yan Luoniang leaned in to listen, and all she could feel was that the sound of the guqin was incredibly pleasant, with a smooth and lingering tone. As soon as the music started, all other sounds disappeared, and her ears only picked up the sound of the guqin, making everything else seem non-existent. Faintly, she heard someone behind her shout: "Not good..."

  However, Yan Luoniang felt relaxed and at ease, all her worries had disappeared. Her eyes were still gazing at everything above the nine heavens, the lightning and the people who suddenly appeared seemed to be from another world, just like a fish in the water looking up at the shore, no matter how people fought, it was none of its concern.

  A butterfly appeared above the nine heavens, flying out of the lightning, shuttling between several people. The light blue wings fluttered lightly, flickering and flashing. In Yan Luonang's eyes, the high sky of the nine heavens was like a silent movie being performed.

  A burst of dazzling magic unfolded, a kaleidoscope of colors, each one unique. Blinding rays of light materialized out of thin air, as treasures and artifacts rained down from the sky, blanketing everything beneath.

  A strong wind is blowing, and heavy rain is pouring down.

  But in Yan Luo's eyes, it was silent and invisible.

  Suddenly, in her eyes, the magnificent magic of the nine heavens turned into a sea of flowers, and in the sea of flowers, a pale blue butterfly fluttered lightly. Free and unrestrained. In her heart, she suddenly had the idea of wanting to play in that sea of flowers, at this moment, she had already forgotten herself, and she felt that she was also a butterfly.

  The palm of my hand suddenly felt a sharp pain, and in an instant, I was startled awake. The sound of the piano was no longer the only thing in my ears. Instead, it was replaced by bursts of magical explosions and gusts of wind and rain rushing into my ears. Looking down at the painful spot on my palm, I saw that the flame of the lamp had dwindled to just a single point and was about to go out. Hurriedly pouring magic power into it, I lifted my head again to see that the sky had returned to calmness. The sea of flowers, those patches of magical light like the glow of sunset, and all those people had vanished.

  A sword hum echoed in her ears, and before she could even turn her head to look, a purple-green light burst out of the Wind and Rain Pavilion, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye. Immediately after, a red light shot out, and Yan Luonang knew it was that monk, while the first one was that Taoist with white eyebrows. Before she could even come back to her senses, everything went dark, and a gust of wind blew over, sending Yan Luonang's black hair flying, and fine rain drifting into her collar. Only then did she realize that the Wind and Rain Pavilion had vanished, and the people inside were already gone without a trace.

  She turned around and saw that her senior brothers and sisters were standing quietly behind her, some looking up at the sky, some lowering their heads, and some gazing into the darkness. The second senior sister was still being carried on the back of the fourth senior brother, unconscious, and the eldest senior brother's face looked even worse.

  Everything is like a dream, an illusion.