Junior Brother Jiang He...
Jianchou was somewhat unexpected. Firstly, even with her cultivation level, she didn't notice how he appeared beside her. Secondly, she didn't know what the deep meaning of his words at this moment was or what they meant.
But somehow a strange desire to obey arose in my mind.
It was as if what he said was absolutely correct.
Among the many disciples of Yashan, what kind of existence is the eighth junior brother Jiang He? Ever since the day he entered Yashan, he has been in the appearance of a young boy. He looks a little fat and never grows up. Even his cultivation has always remained at the Jindan stage. It seems that he has never participated in Zuo Sanqian's small meeting.
He was there whenever his fellow apprentices were there.
When his fellow apprentices laughed, he laughed along.
Sometimes he is quirky, but mostly he is peaceful and quiet. He has a natural fit with Yashan, as if he has experienced many years together with that mountain.
But…
He is obviously not very old.
At this moment, there was no time to investigate the hidden meaning of his words. Jianchou was just worried. But before she could make any move, Jiang He's hand had already been raised!
As the palm wind was sent out, a gust of wind rose from the ground!
Just like she had just used a palm to send Zuo Liu out of danger, Jiang He's palm actually blew Jianchou's body up and sent her out of the battle formation!
The wind is thousands of feet high and surrounds me.
Rise with the wind and fly through the clouds.
Even with Jianchou's current strength of returning to the void, he was unable to escape from the palm wind. He opened his eyes wide in horror and looked at Jiang He who was left in the array of thousands of troops. His heart suddenly turned cold and he had a bad premonition!
"Junior Brother Jiang—"
"Junior Brother Jiang..."
This is the title that has accompanied him for nearly four hundred years.
Jiang He glanced at her from a distance, muttered something, and finally laughed with an indescribable sigh.
The sound of piano is all around, and a powerful enemy is nearby.
He stood alone surrounded by thousands of ghost cultivators, but his face showed no fear at all.
He turned his head to look at the soul puppets in front of him, and the light in his eyes was dim.
He no longer had the jokes he used to play with his classmates, nor did he have the childishness of a normal little fat boy. Even though he still had this body that never grew up, the expression between his eyebrows and his gestures were instantly tainted with the heaviest marks of time, giving him an aged look that was totally inconsistent with his appearance.
Is that very old
Jiang He himself couldn't remember how many years it had been. He had been hanging out with the young people of Yashan for nearly four hundred years and had almost forgotten everything.
He was born more than a thousand years earlier than the Green Leaf Ancestor.
That was in the ancient times, when the strong were everywhere and the cycle of reincarnation was still going on.
When I asked him to recall, he completely forgot.
He died in the battle between Yin and Yang about eleven generations ago, his soul was scattered, the damage was too great, and he also lost the time that made up his life, right
The clearest picture preserved in the earliest part of his memory was nothing more than the banks of the Yellow Springs River, where blood flowed backwards, washing over the flesh and blood of thousands of cultivators on Yashan Mountain, turning the living into bones, and tearing the souls into smoke. The blunted sword traveled across the vast sky, rose to the gloomy sky, passed through the Ghost Gate covered by the three thousand peach blossoms in the east, knocked on the door of the Yashan Arsenal, and fell on the ice field that never melts all year round!
But what was returned was only the sword.
Among all the fallen bodies, the souls of the martyrs were ultimately unable to break through the barrier between the two worlds and were blocked by the reincarnation that was like a chasm!
Only that extremely strong and indelible obsession gathered together like sparks, and on some accidental occasion, gathered his scattered soul and turned back to the land of Nineteen Continents!
go back-
Go back to Yashan!
So, he used his soul to break through the two isolated worlds, endured the punishment of the rules of the heavenly calamity, eliminated 90% of his cultivation, and finally traveled thousands of miles, came out of the Ghost Gate on the East China Sea Island, and fell on the shaking iron chain bridge on Yashan.
The flowing water of Jiutou River is the most beautiful sound in the world;
The top of the scabbard is faintly visible above the clouds, which is the most beautiful scenery in the world.
He shouted in his heart: Yashan, I’m back!
Then the mountains, rivers and lakes echoed with countless layers of voices: Yashan, I want to go home!
That was not his voice, it was the voice of the thousand cultivators who fell in the polar region!
Their obsession of wanting to return but being unable to do so forged his soul and became a part of his spirit, supporting his life which was about to end like a candle in the wind, and allowed him to once again walk on the dangerous roads of Yashan as a disciple of Yashan!
Four hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
But do you still remember those endlessly sad and unwilling faces during the battle at Jiyu Huangquan that day
But can you still hear the endless sad song and call echoing from your brand new body
Jiang He closed his eyes and listened. The thousands of attacks falling towards him disappeared out of thin air the moment he closed his eyes, as if they had never appeared.
The shouts of killing on the battlefield, the sound of the piano, the worried cries of fellow disciples...
He heard every word, but none of them left the slightest trace in his heart.
He is still listening, still searching...
Just shut out from your ears all the sounds in this world, whether cold or hot, and then you will hear, hear the sound that once constituted your existence itself!
"Yashan..."
"Yashan, I want to..."
"I wish to..."
"I want to go home!"
"I want to go home!"
"Yashan, I want to go home!"
"Yashan! I want to go home!"
At first it was so fine that it was almost inaudible.
But when the first sound rang out, it was like a stream hitting a deep ravine, echoing among the mountains, layer upon layer, one layer hitting the other, getting louder and louder!
They tore at his soul and struck his mind!
At the moment when the sound became deafening, Jiang He finally opened his eyes and tears fell!
Although the face of Qian Xiu in front of him was unfamiliar, and he had even become a completely different existence from before, becoming a puppet controlled by others—
But he still has to fulfill the oath he made back then!
Take them back!
Leave this gloomy and eerie polar region, return to the Nineteen Continents, return to the Central Region, return to the Yashan Mountain where one can hardly return in dreams!
"Bang!"
Just like the explosion of stars, at this moment, Jiang He spread out his arms, opened his chest, and let the blazing light explode in his heart!
Nearly a thousand soul puppets have risen up in a dark wind, forming a huge formation!
Countless blood lines, each carrying evil spirit, drew dazzling arcs and fell towards him!
But he did not dodge or evade, but just opened his arms and allowed the countless blood lines to pierce into his hot chest and beating heart!
At this moment, heaven and earth stood still!
Even the sound of the piano stopped.
In the whimpering wind, Zhong Lanling stared in a daze, feeling that every part of his body seemed to no longer obey his orders. They overflowed with an emotion that made him feel very painful. It seemed that many sounds came from his body, but not from the tip of his tongue and throat, but from his limbs, internal organs, and six bowels...
The blood line that was thrown out filled the eyes, hanging in the void, and could not be retracted. Like blood, it connected "them" to him, as if it was a symbiotic relationship.
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They placed their unresolvable obsessions and unrealized desires on the scattered souls, hoping that he would return to Yashan, and also hoping that he would take them back to Yashan...
"Junior Brother Jiang He!"
"Junior brother!"
"Uncle Jiang—"
Many people were calling his name, and Jiang He heard them all. He also remembered how Fu Dao and Zheng Yao, the two younger generations, were evasive and vague when Jianchou brought back all kinds of news about the Jiyu Territory.
I just don't want him to know what happened in the polar region.
But how can I keep it secret
He is also an old fox who has lived for thousands of years. How could he not see such a trick
So even though he only had the unshakable Jindan cultivation level, he also came to the Jiyu Realm, and then at the battle at the Ghost Gate, he saw through the truth and also saw through his own destiny.
He existed for them, waiting for four hundred years, just for today's reunion, to fulfill the promise he made in the past and take them back...
Only he can do it.
Because he was the deepest thoughts of these countless souls when they died, and he was connected to them.
"My life is your death; when I die, you shall return!"
When he opened his mouth, it was an old and powerful voice, the voice that had been suppressed in his heart for nearly four hundred years!
"Old friend from Yashan, come here as promised!"
At this moment, all the sounds that Zheng Yao made were hoarse in his throat, and he could not utter a single word; the several powerful men who heard this old voice showed a trance, as if they had dug up the old appearance of the owner of this voice from the depths of their memory; Jianchou, who was carried away by the palm wind, at this moment, remembered all the strange things related to this "Junior Brother Jiang".
It was also at this moment that the Yashan Sword pierced through the neck of Emperor Song.
The look of fear on that face full of old age had barely disappeared before it was completely frozen in despair and panic!
Powerful ghost cultivators who have passed the Dharmakaya realm will gradually cultivate their own "golden body", so killing them feels no different from killing a living person.
With a turn of the wrist, the stone sword slashed flatly.
The surging sword energy broke the Emperor Song's neck horizontally, and actually cut off his head and threw it on the ground!
There was not the slightest expression on Qu Zhengfeng's sullen face, except for the ghost blood that flowed like a spring, splashing all over him and staining his eyes, turning them into an eerie deep red under the sky shrouded in darkness!
Old friend from Yashan, come here as promised!
The rolling sound waves, like thunder coming down from the earth, kept echoing in the ruins and battlefield, as if it was echoing between heaven and earth!
Layer, layer, and layer after layer!
Zhong Lanling's zither strings broke, and the figure of the Wheel-Turning King who was about to fly to kill Jiang He was blocked halfway. The thousands of soul puppets that gathered together were like glass broken by the sound waves, "crack, crack, crack", and in an instant, cracks appeared on their souls!
The golden elixir's cultivation suddenly disappeared.
Jiang He's entire body seemed to be burning, and his cultivation level actually rose steadily, to the Nascent Soul stage, to the Out-of-Body stage, to the World-Entering stage, to the Return to Void stage, until it reached the Realm of Formation!
The powerful aura that belongs only to the powerful is unrivaled in heaven and earth!
"My old friend, come back..."
He raised his hand and pointed, and in his eyes the sky and the earth lost their original appearance, becoming just a piece of space bound by rules that could be manipulated at will.
So he pointed his finger forward a little!
In the area ahead, the area where the Thousand Cultivator Soul Puppet was located was shattered like a mirror! The ground was instantly turned into dust, cracks appeared in the void, and the ghost cultivators in it also shattered quickly like the images reflected in the mirror!
"They" were originally puppets, heartless and insensitive. When they were shattered, they didn't even scream, and there was even a look of confusion on their faces, as if they didn't know what was going on.
The strings of the zither broke and the body lost its shape.
Zhong Lanling raised his arms, lowered his head and saw the cracks in the space spreading to his body, breaking his zither, his clothes, and his limbs...
The feeling at this moment was extremely wonderful.
It was clearly collapsing, but there was no pain at all.
Because every part of his body did not give him any painful feedback, as if what was happening at this moment was what they were happy to see. So his mind felt no pain, but his body fell into another level of joy.
What does it look like
Like a dormant volcano, suddenly erupting with powerful destructive force, splashing out countless dust and ash; like a collapsed jade statue, falling to the ground and shattering into countless snow-like fine powder; like a star, exploding in the Milky Way, lighting up all the stars around it!
Countless, countless, countless fragments!
Some are big, some are small, some are complete, some are incomplete, some are bright, some are dim, some are jumping, some are flying...
There are no more soul puppets between heaven and earth.
Even Zhong Lanling was annihilated in the indestructible shattered space and disappeared.
All that existed before everyone's eyes were these countless fragments, exuding a tear-jerking familiarity...
Jiang Hemeng raised his hands high, and the countless blood lines that had penetrated into his chest gathered together. When he formed a complicated seal, they actually intertwined and formed a blood mirror!
He blew hard and the blood mirror rose into the air.
Rising higher and higher, it becomes bigger and bigger!
In the blink of an eye, it hung in the dark night sky, like a blood moon, but without any weirdness, only a touch of rich and sad beauty.
"open-"
A hoarse sound came from the hoarse throat.
A stream of terrifyingly pure spiritual power emanated from Jiang He's fingertips, like a jade spring, continuously pouring into the blood mirror in the sky.
At the same time, his bright body quickly dimmed.
The spiritual power splashed a ripple on the blood mirror, causing it to spin slowly. After three turns, a thick and huge golden light came from the ground of the eighteen layers of hell under this extreme evil land, illuminating the thick soil under the feet, piercing through the sky, pushing away the surrounding haze and darkness, and falling on the blood mirror!
Faint fluctuations immediately appeared in the surroundings.
The blood mirror instantly turned golden red, and the reflection of mountains and rivers appeared on the mirror surface. The three thousand feet high peak pierced through the night, and the stars and the moon were plucked...
It is Yashan.
At this moment, a familiar aura enveloped most of the battlefield, as well as the shattered souls of the thousands of cultivators floating on the battlefield!
Guided by this breath, they suddenly rose up.
Fragments of light of different shades floated into the beam of light coming out from the ground, but swam upwards like fish in water, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, gathering together, like a glowing river...
Flowing towards the blood mirror, flowing towards the cliff.
In the darkness, the generous and tragic song seemed to ring out again...
Enter my Yashan gate, draw my Yashan sword, and become my Yashan man!
A heart full of courage and bravery, illuminating the world!
I don’t want to be as bright as the moon forever, I just want my heart to be like the bright moon…
If you find a good talent, you should love him, protect him, teach him, let him know the love of this world and the way of heaven, let him know all the worldly things, but still have a sincere heart, let him face thousands of difficulties and dangers, and still be able to remain calm...
No need to remember much, just remember—
Draw the sword, draw the sword! Draw the sword forever!
In the evil land of the extreme region, the Soul-Breaking River flows upstream; under the cliff mountain, the Sky-High Mirror turns upside down.
When the first piece of soul fragment penetrated the blood mirror and disappeared into the extreme domain, Jiang He's dim body also began to dissipate.
This system exists because of obsession, and disappears when the obsession disappears.
The time when Qian Xiu truly perished was also the time when he was completely destroyed.
But there is not even a trace of regret.
In the flying fragments of light, he only looked towards the cliff on the battlefield from afar, and as if all his wishes had been fulfilled, he turned around and looked towards the golden-red blood mirror!
It is midnight in the Nineteen Continents.
The golden light from the underground of Yashan penetrated Lingzhao Peak, shining on the silent figures standing by the Guihe Well, and also on the old ancestor in front who looked as withered as a bag of bones.
They raised their heads solemnly and looked towards the sky.
The frosty mountain moon disappears, and the vast stars fall from the sky.
After eleven years, the heroic soul has returned!
The wind blows coldly and the rain falls at night.
It hit the cold river, hit the iron chain bridge, hit the top of the sword-drawing platform, hit the thousands of tombs, and the raindrops splashed like tears...