For a moment, the world was silent, the surrounding noise receded like a tide, and the flow of people was blurred like a phantom. It seemed that only Yan Jin was real.
Only his master can really cut into his ears.
Shen Zhixian thought in a trance, where is his waistcoat, he wears it on his body, such a big waistcoat, if he says he will pick it up, he will lose face!
Countless thoughts raced wildly in his mind, and at the end there was only one sentence left.
It's better to give Yan Jin a show of amnesia on the spot.
It's been a long time since Shen Zhixian had been able to return to the role of Master Yan Jin. He calmly broke Yan Jin's hand around his wrist, shoved the folding fan into Yan Jin's hand, and took a deep breath. , said sincerely: "Actually I..."
- Shocked prominence.
No one noticed, or in other words, no one cared. The secret realm was hanging still, but the white mist that spread out from it was floating around, with strands and strands, and one of them silently wrapped around Shen Zhixian's ankle. Following the hem of his clothes, he quickly clambered up.
Before Shen Zhixian's "I" word fell, he felt a chill all over his body, and the white mist suddenly spread into a large area, engulfing his entire body!
This happened in an instant, Yan Jin's expression changed, and he immediately reached out to catch someone, but he found nothing, and couldn't touch anything. The fog seemed to be conscious, hiding from Yan Jin's hand, quickly float away.
Yan Jin drew his sword backhand. He was afraid that Shen Zhixian was still in the fog, so he didn't dare to smash the fog directly.
A very deep sword mark was split on the ground, and it exuded a cold sword intent, which frightened the fog group to stay in place and coaxed into a ball. A wisp of mist drifted away quickly.
Shen Zhixian, like those who were sent to the secret realm before, completely disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Their master and apprentice were originally standing far away from the secret realm, and this movement immediately attracted the attention of the public.
Some people are afraid that they don't know what the fog is, so they can't avoid it. Some people want to enter the secret realm. Very, disgusted to avoid those immortal cultivators who approached, and melted into the secret realm like a loach.
Yan Jin frowned and strode to the place where everyone tried to enter the secret realm before. There was also a cloud of fog there, quietly waiting for the next immortal cultivator, but after sensing Yan Jin's breath, it seemed Suddenly frightened, he immediately surged in fear, like the fog that engulfed Shen Zhixian before, he was hurriedly drifting back to the secret realm.
The sword light was lingering, Yan Jin had a stern expression, and he lifted his sword mercilessly and dropped it. Several sword lights trapped the fog in place, and even cut off a small cloud of fog like a carrot.
"What about people?" Yan Jin raised his sword and touched the ground, his voice was so cold that he could freeze people out of ice.
The fog group pretended to be stupid, froze and motionless.
Yan Jin was worried about Shen Zhixian's safety, but he didn't want to say another word, lowered his eyelashes, and raised his sword again.
His sword master came from Shen Zhixian. Shen Zhixian's sword moves have always been unrestrained, unrestrained and upright, but Yan Jin's current move has caused a sudden gust of wind, and the cold and cruel sword intent made everyone present cold for no reason, and their hearts became cold for no reason. Trembling, it was like sinking into the boundless darkness for a moment.
In the forest not far away, on a sturdy tree, the dense leaves suddenly rustled, and after a while, a bald head emerged from the green leaves.
"Ah, what's going on..."
He squinted a pair of turbid little eyes and looked at the direction of the secret realm. Familiar feeling.
What is it
The bald monk swallowed the food in his mouth, stretched out his hand holding the big steamed bun from the green leaves, brought it close to his mouth and took a bite, even if he bit half of the green leaf, he chewed hard, squinted his eyes and tried to recall.
He had probably lived a long time, and his brain was rusted. He thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't think of anything, but he felt something was wrong in his mouth.
Pooh pooh spit out the scum, he looked down at the big steamed bun in his hand, and immediately exclaimed: "Where is my barbecue! Where is my barbecue!"
He looked around nervously, retracted his head back to the green leaves and searched, and finally found half of his barbecue on a protruding branch next to him.
The roast meat was as thin as leaves, and it was only half a mouthful. The bald monk pinched it down with two fingers and put it in the big steamed bun. He took a big bite, chewed it a few times, and was intoxicated. He forgot the strange movement and retracted back into the green leaves.
He no longer paid attention to the strange movement, but the situation on the other side of the secret realm was not very good.
In the midst of the wind, there seemed to be some strange voices, cold and dreary. If I had to describe it, it would probably sound like Devil May Cry, which would be terrifying to hear.
The dense fog slipped away long ago when Yan Jin was not paying attention. The secret realm also seemed to feel a great threat and trembled violently. Before his sword move was completely slashed, the closed gate of the mansion suddenly opened!
In an instant, countless spiritual qi rushed out, rushing towards the face, and many people couldn't bear the collision. They took a few steps back, their faces were gray and blood was overflowing from the corners of their mouths.
Yan Jin didn't withdraw his sword because the door of the secret realm mansion opened, but the ruthless sword light was enveloped in a spiritual energy that was so strong that it almost disappeared, and it quickly disappeared.
The door of the mansion was still open, and it was so foggy that it was impossible to see anything. Those who had reacted struggled to get up, rolling and crawling to go inside, but the icy mist blocked him, making it difficult for him to move. forward.
Yan Jin had no intention of paying attention to others, he squeezed the hilt of his sword tightly, looked cold, and strode into the secret realm.
After Yan Jin's slender figure completely disappeared in the fog, the door of the mansion closed slowly again, isolating countless envious gazes and many whispers.
In the secret realm, it is still a vast expanse of white, and the sight is full of thick fog.
As soon as Yan Jin raised his sword, the thick fog was so terrifying that it quickly retreated to both sides, and after a while, a path was revealed.
I don't know where this road leads. Yan Jin lowered his eyes and strode forward without hesitation. While urging the contract in his body, he released his consciousness and carefully paid attention to the surrounding environment.
But this time, no matter how he urged him, the contract seemed to not exist, there was no movement at all, and the divine consciousness released was still unable to see the situation behind the thick fog.
There was silence all around, and he didn't know how far he had walked, when he suddenly heard a sound, fluttering, and he didn't know where it came from. He could only vaguely hear two people talking.
A slightly old voice said: "He should belong to the vast sea and be free. You are so obsessed with it that you can't trap him. Bai Tian is sad and sad, why bother..."
What responded to him was the cold and determined voice of a young man: "Even if I fold his tail and lock his hands, I will trap him by my side."
"Extremely nonsense!"
The young man was unmoved, his voice lowered, and he murmured: "I would like to build three thousand illusions for him, the boundless ocean, the sound of waves and winds, the setting sun and the bright moon, the thin clouds and the stars... all the same. There will be no shortage, just one point, I will never let him leave again."
"I don't understand!" The old voice was angry and helpless, and angrily scolded, "Illusions are illusions after all, how can you take it seriously! Your state of mind is enchanted!"
The last four words obviously touched the most furious emotions in the young man's heart. He became ruthless, and his words were full of sullenness and despair: "So what if I was in the devil, all the people who hurt me have died, only the ones I love, I can’t ask for it…”
"...I can't ask for it, I can't ask for it." The young man repeated this sentence over and over again, his voice was hoarse, "If you are in a demon, you will be in a demon.
The surrounding white fog suddenly rolled violently, and a cold and powerful energy stirred them into unrest. Yan Jin keenly caught the source of the turmoil, his eyes narrowed, and the next moment he raised his hand and waved his sword!
The white fog overflowed in a panic, and he couldn't avoid it, and was smashed to pieces by his sword energy, but in an instant, the source of those voices appeared in front of Yan Jin's eyes.
—It was a half-fist-sized elixir that was translucent red like a jade bead.
There were many shadows in the Lingdan, and Yan Jin stared at it, as if he had seen countless figures and countless scenes, intertwined and intertwined, and he could not see clearly.
The bottom of his eyes was reddened by the elixir, and the voice that had been hidden in his heart and had not appeared for a long time suddenly became active again, shouting in harmony with the roar of the young man.
Threads of black air quietly floated down from the elixir, like gangrene attached to the bones, wrapped around Yan Jin's body and refused to leave. Poke hard.
Countless times of bullying, abuse and torture, countless times of turbulence and wandering, all kinds of memories have been rolled out, some from the previous life, some from this life, some familiar, some unfamiliar, and it is difficult to distinguish them repeatedly.
Yan Jin sensed something was wrong, and raised his sword to shatter this strange elixir, but the mist with a faint black aura wrapped around him and between his wrists, the aura so thick that it was almost substantial oppressing him. Yes, make him unable to lift his hands.
The hand holding the hilt of the sword was getting tighter and tighter, so strong that blue veins appeared. Yan Jin gritted his teeth and fought against the voices.
Fake, it's all fake... Between various scenes, Yan Jin struggled to maintain the last trace of clarity, telling himself over and over again that the old events of the previous life were all over, and the present is the real thing.
Master said, cherish the moment, don't be innocent...
Don't be innocent... Master... See you in the new year...
There was scarlet in front of him, and the sword tip stained with blood and broken spiritual energy from the previous life lingered in his mind repeatedly, unable to drive away. In the confusion, Yan Jin felt that he was lifted up, bumped for a while, and then somehow was thrown away. where.
"Just throw it away, he's a waste."
"Alright, let's go, go back to your life..."
The two unfamiliar voices gradually drifted away, and Yan Jin's heart trembled - when is this memory
This is, after the spiritual root was cut off in the last life? !
He seemed to realize something and traced it back with difficulty in the chaos, but it was just a little fragment, he couldn't catch anything, but because of a momentary loss, he was almost overturned by those strange voices.
Can't!
Shizun doesn't know where he is, and his safety is uncertain. He has to find Shizun, and he must not be compromised here!
Yan Jin raised his sword with difficulty, grabbed the blade in one hand, swiped lightly, blood immediately flowed out, and the pain made him barely resist the erosion of the strange sound.
Shen Zhixian's voice came from the countless noises, and it sounded in his mind, soft and gentle: "... I gave you the sword for the teacher, not for you to persuade. Whoever wants to bully you, just draw the sword."
Draw the sword!
Yan Jin gritted his teeth, and suddenly raised his sword before the last trace of Qingming was overturned—
This time, it was the swordsmanship taught by Shen Zhixian, the clear breeze and the bright moon, the lingering light of the sword, and the sword's willful will.
All kinds of voices stopped abruptly, and the last strand of sword energy fell on the clear scarlet elixir, which suddenly shook silently, and then shattered into powder.
Yan Jin gasped for breath, kneeling on one knee with his sword in hand, eyes half closed, calming the turmoil in his heart.
Everything just happened so suddenly, and the various messy messages were so shocking that he didn't come back to his senses for a while, and he didn't hear it. In the depths of his sea of spiritual consciousness, there was a slight to almost inaudible squeak. , an invisible barrier suddenly cracked a slit.
Threads and strands of black energy emerged from the slits, and silently merged into the vast ocean of spiritual energy, blending with those pure spiritual energy.
If Yan Jin looked inward with his divine sense at this time, he would be able to see that what was exposed behind the slit was a bit of clear red.
It's almost the same color as the Lingdan I just saw—or rather, it's clearer and redder.
…
But he said that on Shen Zhixian's side, he was caught off guard by Bai Wu and swallowed into the secret realm. Worried that he was in danger, he immediately took out the storage bag he brought from the Qingyun Sect.
Because of the sealing of spiritual power, he deliberately brought out many simple and easy-to-use instruments. As long as he was not in danger of destroying the world, it would not be a problem to save his life.
Fortunately, the white fog didn't seem to have any ill will towards him. After rolling him to the ground, it floated around and merged with the large white fog, ignoring him.
The surroundings were quiet, there was no sound at all, the white fog was too thick, he had no spiritual power, and he could not use his divine sense to detect the surroundings.
The road beneath his feet stretched infinitely, as if it had no end. Shen Zhixian walked for a long time, not to mention people, he couldn't even see a living thing, but there was some sound that drifted into his ears.
It was the sound of the sea breeze rolling up the waves, clattering, one after another, coming from a distance, in a cycle that never stops.
Shen Zhixian listened intently, and in the sound of the waves, he vaguely heard...
Melodious and clear singing.
The singing was too far apart and was blown off and on by the sea breeze, and only a few words reached Shen Zhixian's ears, but Shen Zhixian... didn't understand.
This is a mysterious and ancient language, with a leisurely charm, Shen Zhixian suddenly remembered the merman, moved in his heart, and took a few steps forward.
A large cloud of fog suddenly seemed to have encountered something terrifying, and suddenly spread out in a hurry, revealing an open road ahead. A slender figure stood in front with a sword, and his back was very familiar.
Shen Zhixian's eyes lit up, meeting an acquaintance in an unknown environment was a joyful event, even though this acquaintance had just overturned his vest.
He raised his voice and called "A Jin", and moved to prepare to go over. Yan Jin in front heard his call and turned around slowly.
Shen Zhixian's footsteps suddenly stopped.
The stern-looking young man was still the one he was familiar with, but he saw...
A pair of cold red eyes.
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