The cold deep mirror was filled with mostly cold water.
When the extremely cold temperature came, the world that penetrated between the eyebrows suddenly exploded, and all external objects and feelings were peeled off from this body of flesh and blood.
Jianchou felt a weight all over his body, and he was dragged into that world.
It still vaguely seems to be the vast land of 19 continents.
However, the textures of the mountains and rivers, and the topography and landforms were not the 19 continents in her memory. Instead, they were somewhat similar to the landforms recorded in ancient books thousands of years ago.
A monk in plain robes was fighting in the turbulent West Sea.
She seemed to fall straight from the sky, and suddenly possessed the figure, then raised the sword in her hand high.
The next moment, a huge phantom suddenly appeared on the seabed.
She didn't see anything clearly at all and fell into this huge illusion. Then she felt pain and got out of this body.
Consciousness instantly rose like a cloud of smoke.
Jianchou looked down and saw a huge flounder under the bottomless West Sea. It opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the monk in one gulp.
There was only a faint sword chant between heaven and earth.
The blood-stained sea water turned dark purple and disappeared in the rolling waves in the blink of an eye. Only the deep white long sword, which was half sunk by the beating of the sea water, rose from the sea water with a trembling wail and floated eastward!
“Boom!”
Crashed violently into the snow-covered Yashan Arsenal.
The moment the sword pierced into the ice, Jianchou's consciousness was pulled to the southeast Demon Road in the southern region of the Nineteen Continents. The famous Tongguan Posthouse was built in a desert, with yellow sand blowing everywhere.
However, the shadows of countless cultivators were shuttling between heaven and earth.
There are Kunwu, Yashan, Wangjiang Tower, and Wanghai Tower...
The ones fighting against them were the evil demon cultivators from the demon sect. Their shouts of killing were deafening, even drowning out the desolate sound of the wind in the desert.
Endless blood was spilled in the yellow sand and was evaporated by the scorching sunlight in the blink of an eye, leaving only dark red marks on the rough sand.
The knife fell, the sword fell.
The monks fell one after another, their swords perhaps stained with the blood of their enemies, or perhaps with their own blood, but at the moment of their fall, they flew high into the sky and disappeared beyond the clouds.
…
Scene after scene, all of them are falling!
Jianchou was completely unable to control his own consciousness, nor could he resist the powerful consciousness between his brows. He accompanied one monk after another from Yashan, constantly experiencing pain, death, and the fear of dying!
She was already equivalent to someone who had died once and was no longer afraid of death itself.
However, perhaps the scene in which Qu Zhengfeng attacked without saying a word just now aroused her memory of something extremely taboo and bad. Everything she experienced at this moment made her feel a genuine disgust.
Disgust at the fact that people cannot control their own life and death.
Disgust with human weakness and helplessness towards fate.
Everything in the world is ever-changing, eternal—
Only destruction!
Only death!
She was like a wisp of dust, wandering among countless deaths and destructions. She watched countless disciples of Yashan fall down, and countless swords of Yashan return to the armory with wails.
Some are sad, some are desperate.
Some are unyielding and dignified, and some are proud and unyielding...
From the West Sea to the South Territory, to the Sea of Tomorrow’s Stars, and even to the Polar Territory!
That was a scene that Jianchou had experienced before.
Ghost axes swung, the Yellow Springs flowed backwards, and endless ghosts emerged from the cracks in the ground, drowning the tragic crowd. Everyone's face was covered with blood, anger and despair...
They were trapped tightly and the reinforcements were slow to arrive.
Thousands of monks, thousands of proud figures, fell down one after another, their souls were torn apart and shattered by the endless evil spirits. The swords were floating in the air, but people's eyes were still staring blankly at the gloomy sky in the polar region!
It seems that there is still some will left in the body from when the soul was destroyed.
He opened his mouth and murmured, and what he actually cried out was a hoarse cry that made people cry: "Yashan..."
The sword is born for killing.
Those who hold swords will also be caught up in the slaughter!
Jianchou's soul was completely immersed in the call of "Yashan", unable to extricate herself. In the blink of an eye, thousands of images flashed by, and all of them disappeared like a phantom. What reappeared before her eyes was a huge, blood-red sword palace.
The majestic palace is built with swords everywhere.
The flat ground was made of piled swords, the standing walls were made of pieces of swords, and even on the high roof of the palace above heads, there were countless swords of different lengths and shapes hanging upside down!
When people are in the hall, looking around, they see swords everywhere!
She was subconsciously shocked by its power and took a step forward uncontrollably.
“Pah.”
It was just a very slight sound. Almost at the same time as her footsteps landed on the ground, the sounds of thousands of swords chanting rang out in this huge palace. At the same time, thousands of sword shadows appeared, and thousands of figures holding swords and fighting appeared!
Thousands of people!
Thousands of sword waves!
All of them rushed towards her, putting her in a deadly situation of killing. She had to fight back at a very fast speed in her mind! There was no time to be distracted at all! She moved and turned, moved the sword to the stars and the moon, and at this moment, she pushed her potential to the extreme!
Deep in the consciousness, there is a struggle between heaven and man.
But the body knows nothing.
She opened her eyes wide in vain, sinking unconsciously into the icy ravine. The dried blood on her moon-white clothes spread all over, along with the flickering red line on the sword-like ridge between her eyebrows, revealing a bloody coldness.
Qu Zhengfeng stood there staring at her, recalling her extremely confident words "I don't believe it" just now, and he finally laughed, but it was unclear what he meant.
He didn't look here for long.
He just stared for a moment, didn't see anything unusual, and turned around and walked out of the armory as he had done many times before.
The war between Yin and Yang has restarted, and it has been ten days since the Nineteen Continents invaded the Polar Region.
But the battle situation is not optimistic.
Even if they launched a surprise attack on the Snow Region and gained the upper hand, fighting in the Polar Region was still very difficult. In addition, over the past eleven decades, neither the Nineteen Continents nor the Polar Region dared to act rashly. Most of the time, only small-scale battles broke out. Occasionally, there were two large battles, but they were evenly matched and the outcome was difficult to determine.
"It's really strange. If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move either. Now I feel like I'm stuck here fifty miles from the gate of hell. It's hard to move forward any further."
An elder from Wangjiang Tower stood in front of the dark Gobi Desert, looking towards the other side of the vast bad land.
The gate of hell is standing tall and ferocious.
In the middle is a dangerous and desolate open space, with grass growing in the cracks of the barren rocks and swaying in the wind.
The distant sky was filled with shadows of varying depths, and it looked extremely peaceful.
But no one knows how many dangers are hidden in this seemingly quiet shadow.
Xie Buchen stood above the Gobi Desert, looking down at the terrain from above. His pale green robe swayed in the strong wind on the wasteland. Between his eyebrows, which were like inky mountains and rivers, there was a hint of majestic and awe-inspiring coldness, but on his thin lips was a calm smile.
Plan carefully and win the battle from afar.
After listening to the complaint of the elder from Wangjiang Tower, he did not show any anger at all, and just said: "The Zen sect has only been here for a short time, and the fellows from Yashan and Xinghai have not arrived yet. It is normal that it is difficult to make progress, so there is no need to be too anxious."
Don't be too anxious
The elder of Wangjiang Tower was really speechless. He just felt that Kunwu, the true disciple of Zhenren Hengxu and the favored son of heaven in the Nineteen Continents who was second only to Yashan Jianchou in the past hundred years, was too calm and spoke without any concern.
"But dragging it on like this is not a solution!"
"To be invincible is to defend; to be victorious is to attack. Defense is insufficient, while attack is sufficient. Those who are good at defense hide under the nine earths; those who are good at attack move above the nine heavens. Therefore, they can protect themselves and win the whole victory."
How could Xie Buchen not sense the elder's impatience
It's just that other people's emotions have little impact on him.
He has been familiar with military books since childhood and is proficient in the art of deploying troops. He is naturally extremely wise. After arriving in the Nineteenth Continent, he has studied the art of formation even more in depth. Now, of course, he is calm and composed, just observing the overall situation with a cold eye.
The man stood with his hands behind his back, the Human Emperor Sword in his hands.
He knew that the elder of Wangjiang Tower didn't understand what he just said, so he continued without turning his head: "Knowing yourself and the enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger. This Ghost Gate is the most important pass to enter the Extreme Domain. The Eight Directions Yama Palace has ambushed here with heavy troops. It will be a tough battle if we force it. It is rare in the world for the few to win the many. No matter how many tricks are used, they cannot overcome the gap in strength. The elders must be patient."
The elder of Wangjiang Tower was suddenly speechless.
A few days ago, the monks of the Chan and Mi sects who participated in the surprise attack on the Snow Region had already rushed to the Jiyu battlefield quickly, but surprisingly, no one was seen from Yashan and Xinghai for a long time. Two days later, Qu Zhengfeng received a message saying that the monks from Xinghai and Yashan were seriously injured in the battle in the Snow Region and needed to stay for a few days to recuperate and come back after they recovered.
In fact, everyone didn't believe Qu Zhengfeng.
So he sought confirmation from Zen Master Xuelang, but the master remained silent. Instead, the young monk Lekong, who was kind-hearted, said that there was indeed something wrong with the elder sister of Yashan's eyes, and he looked worried.
At this point, I had no choice but to let it go.
After all, the hundreds of cultivators from Xinghai and Yashan are not too many. Their arrival can add more combat power to the Nineteen Continents, but it is not as good as adding wings to a tiger.
So even though everyone had some doubts, no one dared to say anything more in front of Yashan.
The battle situation is at a stalemate right now. After discussing with Fudao Shanren, Zhenren Hengxu decided to send out several teams to investigate the surroundings and see if there is anything unusual.
They are the team with the highest level of cultivation, so naturally they came to this dangerous ghost gate.
In addition to him and Xie Buchen, there was also a person with an extremely sensitive and special identity standing next to them. He was Fu Chaosheng, who had caused quite a stir in the star sea in the past few days.
When Xie Buchen was speaking, he just stood aside and listened, without any special reaction.
But after Xie Buchen finished talking to the elder, he turned to him. There was no emotion in his calm eyes, and he asked without hesitation: "Fellow Daoist Fu has a high level of cultivation and has been to the Extreme Realm. Now we are fifty miles apart and looking at the Ghost Gate from afar, I wonder if you can see any clues?"
Since Jianchou was not around, Fu Chaosheng naturally stayed with the people from Yashan most of the time. The only reason they came out with them this time was because Xie Buchen from Kunwu took the initiative to ask to come out and see, so he followed them in an annoying way.
But unexpectedly, Xie Buchen kept his composure and did not lose his temper.
Hearing him ask himself, Fu Chaosheng said, "You are right. There are 100,000 evil ghosts hiding behind the Ghost Gate. The Ghost King and Bird Mouth Clans of the Ten Great Ghost Clans have stationed there. It is a place that is easy to defend but difficult to attack."
"Fifty miles is already very close, and there must be a powerful person in the enemy's camp. Now that we have seen the situation clearly, let's go back and report and discuss."
Fu Chaosheng spoke briefly and Xie Buchen did not ask any further questions.
He said this calmly, and went down into the Gobi Desert first. There was no light from the Human Emperor Sword, only the sword shadow, which supported his figure, and he floated away like a cloud crane.
The elder of Wangjiang Tower and Fu Chaosheng naturally left afterwards.
But halfway through the journey, the elder went far away, and Fu Chaosheng and Xie Buchen fell behind.
Xie Buchen laughed and said, "Since the people from Yashan Xinghai haven't arrived yet, there must have been some 'accident'. Outsiders like us don't know the inside story. But I heard that Fellow Daoist Fu is a close friend of Fellow Daoist Jianchou, so I think he should know everything clearly."
"… "
Fu Chaosheng is not a human being. Even though he once served as a national teacher on an isolated island on earth, he really doesn't understand the twists and turns in people's hearts.
When he heard the word "outsider", his expression turned slightly cold.
Xie Buchen seemed to have seen nothing, and the Human Emperor Sword was still moving forward, vaguely showing the noble posture of the third young master of the Xie Marquis Mansion in the past. However, between his indifferent brows, there was a bit more of a cold and murderous aura than before.
He is not tainted by the worldly affairs and is extremely clean.
At this moment, he just sighed calmly and said, "Since ancient times, humans and demons have had different paths. The prejudices among the cultivators of the Nineteen Continents cannot be eliminated, let alone the great differences among races. Even if Daoist Fellow Jianchou and Yashan have put aside their past grudges, other sects and forces may not be able to really get rid of their own prejudices. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. If I were Daoist Fellow Fu, I would never risk coming here."Μ.166xs.cc
The hidden meaning in the words is already very obvious.
Even if Fu Chaosheng didn't know much about the ways of the world, he could still understand clearly. He knew that Xie Buchen, whom Jianchou regarded as his mortal enemy, had extraordinary abilities, so he didn't bother to listen to what the other party said.
He just said: "Whether it is dangerous or not, my old friend will weigh it for me, so I don't need others to worry about it."
Old friend...
Are they so compatible with each other
Xie Buchen listened but did not refute anything. He just smiled faintly and turned into a flowing shadow, going to the place where the cultivators from the Nineteen Continents were temporarily staying.
Billions of galaxies are turning upside down in the universe.
People are immersed in the world of consciousness, where there is neither time nor cold or heat.
When Jianchou woke up in the icy stream, opened his eyes, and saw the unchanging hole in the sky above him, he felt as if he was in another world. He had no idea how much time had passed, let alone what had happened.
She was horrified when she found herself lying at the bottom of an icy stream.
He turned over subconsciously, and unexpectedly, he was as light as a swallow, and leaped into the air as if riding a cloud.
There was a dull pain between the eyebrows.
She stretched out her hand and pulled, and the sharp sword was pulled out bit by bit from her forehead. What else could it be but the sword that Qu Zhengfeng had suddenly stabbed at her before
But holding this sword again at this moment, the feeling is completely different from before.
Although the mental connection is not as strong as a sword that recognizes its master with blood, there is a deeper resonance in it. It is no exaggeration to say that it is as easy as using one's own arm.
At this moment, everything that had happened before quickly flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern: countless images of dying, the huge and strange sword palace, the endless sword shadows and infinite sword moves, and the enlightenment from the extreme killing...
With a thought, the narrow gap in the sky instantly turned into six feet.
The rest was no different from before, except for the dangerous red line on the sword's spine, which was an inch shorter.
The inch close to the hilt of the sword disappeared.
If it is shrunk into a three-foot sword, it will be half an inch shorter.
Jianchou was a little slow to react when he first saw it, then he frowned and suddenly raised his hand to touch his own eyebrows.
At the place where there was previously a ray of light, there was actually a hint of blood red!
As thin and long as a thread, strange and dangerous, exactly half an inch!
My mind was racing and countless thoughts came to my mind instantly.
But soon, her reason made her suppress this series of complicated thoughts. She just looked around, but all she saw was ice and snow. Where was Qu Zhengfeng
His expression immediately became a little more gloomy.
Jianchou didn't have time to think any more. He grabbed a thread of sky and left the armory in an instant. He moved across dozens of miles and returned directly to Yashan.
When others suddenly saw her, they were all surprised.
But she ignored them all. As soon as she released her spiritual awareness, she found where the person was. Before she knew it, she was standing at the corner where the Yashan Road turned towards Lingzhaoding.
It is the Star-Picking Terrace, one of the Eight Scenic Spots of Yashan.
It was late at night.
The Milky Way spread across the dark blue sky, the mountain breeze was blowing, the sound of waves was faint, and the cold air was filled with the strong smell of wine.
Qu Zhengfeng sat on the Star-Picking Terrace that was sloping out of the mountain and drank.
Jianchou stopped behind him, his brows slightly cold, "Your Majesty the Sword Emperor's move is indeed extraordinary. If the sword was not a thin line of sky, I'm afraid Jianchou would have been beheaded by now. I'm curious, since you want to take action, what is your intention in asking me whether I believe you or not?"
"If you answer that you believe me, I will first explain to you the whole story and what will happen next. If you answer that you don't believe me, then it will be the same as yesterday. There is no need to say more."
Qu Zhengfeng knew it was her without turning around, and just continued drinking.
But after he finished speaking, he laughed inexplicably, turned around, stared at her, and there was a bit of insight in his voice: "However, Daoist Jianchou's cultivation is not much weaker than Qu's, and this is not a complete surprise attack. Daoist Jianchou really can't avoid it? Or ask, do you really not believe me?"
"… "
Jianchou looked at him with a sword in his hand, with a hint of fear in his eyes, but he said nothing.
Qu Zhengfeng didn't need to listen to her answer at all. He just picked up another wine jar on the ground and threw it to her, saying, "Drink. After you finish drinking, you can set off on your journey."