After the surroundings returned to silence, Si Fei looked at the flowers everywhere, her smile faded, and she sighed.
The bald monk who was hiding in the shadows saw that Shen Zhixian had disappeared, so he dared to come out, showing a false alarm: "I just saw him put the sword on your neck, I was scared, if his hand shakes, you can At once… "
Si Fei spread her hands indifferently: "If you can die like this, that would be great."
The bald monk remembered something, touched his bald head, and stopped talking.
Si Fei felt the suddenly serious atmosphere, turned her head to look at the bald monk, and showed a relaxed smile: "Shen Zhixian is not Yan Jin, he is crazy and doesn't recognize six relatives, he won't kill me, don't worry... You should be worried. The one in the wasteland."
With a wave of his hand, he rolled up the remaining flowers on the ground, forming an illusion.
In the illusion, the light was dim, and the barrenness was vaguely visible, with demonic energy lingering around, and the remains of monsters and beasts everywhere. Some people turned their backs to them, full of murderous aura, and waved their swords to smash the monsters that rushed over into several pieces.
- It's Yan Jin.
His posture was too ferocious, except for some irrational little demons who came to die one after another, and the larger demons shied away a bit.
The demons are not completely demented, the more powerful the demons, the more they understand the truth of life-saving. Yan Jin stayed here for a long time, and he killed many monsters with ruthless means. The more he fought, the more courageous he became.
A few powerful demons in the wasteland looked at each other for a while, and reluctantly lowered their heads in front of him, and made a gesture of surrender.
There was no expression on Yan Jin's face, only indifference and murderous intent, and he was noncommittal about surrendering to the demons. Probably feeling the peeping gaze, he turned around abruptly, his eyes that were as red as blood were full of malice, as if he wanted to pass through an illusion and turn into a sharp blade, stabbing Si Fei and the bald monk.
He held the sword, the sword was dripping with blood, still entangled in a wisp of demonic energy.
The bald monk shuddered, knowing that Yan Jin couldn't see them, he still subconsciously rushed behind Si Fei, and carefully stuck out half of his head to look: "Oh, don't look at me, don't look at me, the monk is timid and timid. Scare... Why does Yan Jin look more fierce than last time when he is in the devil, but don't lose control in the end... "
He rubbed his hands nervously, worried: "There isn't a second stalk of soul-seeking grass—what is that?!"
Because he was too shocked, his voice was a little broken, and Yan Jin, who seemed to be completely irrational, suddenly raised his hand, and a cloud of green light stretched out on his palm.
It turned into a small grass sprout.
Xiaocaoya jumped up and down in his palm, and he didn't know what to say, but the anger in Yan Jin's eyes actually dissipated a little, and the murderous aura that was almost condensed into substance also slightly restrained, he flipped his wrist, The grass sprouts tucked into the sleeves and turned back into the darkness.
The residual flowers fell, and the illusion disappeared.
The shock on the bald monk's face remained undisturbed: "Soul-seeking grass? Why is there another soul-seeking grass in Yan Jin's place?"
He subconsciously wanted to touch it in his arms, but after a long time, he suddenly realized, and slapped his forehead: "My book was snatched by Chen Lu!"
When Si Fei heard the words, he frowned and glanced at him, with disgust written clearly in his eyes.
The bald monk smiled and leaned over with a shy face: "Aiya, A Fei, the monk can't beat that ice cube. Go and get the book back for the monk..."
Si Fei categorically refused: "No, lazy, don't want to fight."
The bald monk twitched: "Then why don't you, Ah Fei, go and use the beauty trick... What do you say, the hero is saddened by the beauty..."
Si Fei's face turned green for a moment, and she tapped the bald monk on the bald head angrily: "Go go go." He laughed and scolded, but the smile in his eyes disappeared.
The bald monk was about to say something, but suddenly his expression froze, something icy and cold fell on his head, he reached out and touched it, it felt a little cold, and then, a large piece of snow fell from the sky, and soon Paved all over.
It was the seal and prohibition that had been maintained for thousands of years, and it finally shattered. The huge prohibition turned into pieces of flying snow, and it fell.
"A Fei, the ban is broken..."
"That's right... Those things are coming out." Si Fei's expression was blank for a moment, and soon she showed a sly smile, "You just said that Chen Lu is still guarding outside?"
The bald monk sighed.
"Well, very good, go catch the coolie."
The two figures, one fat and one thin, disappeared quickly, and in a secret room in the city of immortality, Shen Zhixian just merged with the soul-seeking grass, and his expression was in a trance for a moment.
He knew that Xiaocaoya was very special, but he never imagined that it was actually the legendary... The soul-seeking grass that can defy the sky and recall the soul and be reborn.
In the last life, he probably still failed to survive in Yan Jin's hands. Is the rebirth in this life because of the soul-hunting grass
Who found the soul-seeking grass and tried so hard to regenerate him - no, Yan Jin was also reborn, does this have anything to do with him
There was only a handful of loess left in the secret room, and the small wooden plaque with the soul-seeking grass on it was absorbed and fused with the soul-seeking grass. pulse.
The soul-tracing grass and the remaining small piece of shark scale were fused, and the wound on his heart was completely repaired. The long-lost feeling of comfort made him want to go out to find someone to fight and have a good time.
When I find Yan Jin, I must have a good fight with him. I was suppressed by heart disease before, and I couldn't fight happily.
There are walls on all sides, and only one door is tightly closed. Shen Zhixian pushed the door open without hesitation, but the moment he went out, the wind and snow covered his face.
He tilted his head slightly to avoid a snowflake, only to find himself standing on a long street.
This is no different from ordinary towns, brick houses, red lanterns, bluestone streets, if there is a difference, it is that the residents here are all non-human.
In the bleak cold wind, a few little monster cubs wrapped in thick padded jackets ran past Shen Zhixian with laughter, and the rabbit ears that could not be hidden swayed in the wind, fluffy, very cute.
This is... in the undead city
Shen Zhixian looked around, and an old tree demon with a hunched back next to him pulled his roots with difficulty, changed to a more comfortable position, and stuffed the roots back into the soil: "Ouch, a new young man. "
Shen Zhixian turned his head to look at it, there was a dry and wrinkled old man's face on the trunk of the old tree demon, and he was happily humming a tone-deaf tune. Seeing Shen Zhixian looking over, the old tree demon let out an oops and said kindly, "I still live here. used?"
Shen Zhixian's face showed a little doubt, and he pretended to be puzzled: "This... what place is this?"
The dazed look on his face was just right, the old tree demon had no doubts about him, and said: "This is the city of immortality, we also call it worry-free city, you will not have troubles here, you will be happy every day. ."
At this time, a few more demons passed by, and the old tree demon greeted them happily. Shen Zhixian took the opportunity to talk and found that the demons and monsters here didn't even know Si Fei, let alone the bald monk.
Shen Zhixian thought it was unbelievable. The non-humans here seemed to have no idea what troubles were. Every face had a smile on their face, and they didn't seem to have any negative emotions. How could this be possible? what!
He also noticed that there are carved patterns of forgetful flowers everywhere. Under the eaves of the door, there are always carved patterns of forgetful flowers. There is a faint breath in the patterns. Shen Zhixian sensed it carefully and felt a little familiar. - This is very similar to the moonlight flowing out of Si Fei's fingertips just now.
80% is the handwriting of that Si Fei.
The city of undead should have something to do with the so-called wasteland. Judging from Si Fei's attitude, Shen Zhixian felt that the city of undead was probably the last line of defense in this wasteland.
For thousands of years, there have been countless cracks in the seal ban, and the big demons could not pass through these cracks, but many little demons were able to escape from there.
Si Fei built the immortal city here, probably to deal with these little demons who escaped.
Shen Zhixian had countless guesses in his heart, but his expression was not obvious. Just as he was about to say goodbye to the old tree demon, the old tree demon suddenly snorted, shook the body of the tree, and shook off many dead leaves: "Who hit me!"
It pulled out a tree root and picked up a stone that was rolling over.
There was a small roll of paper tied with a red rope on the stone. The roots of the tree were flexibly taken apart. After looking at it for a long time, he silently handed the paper to Shen Zhixian: "I don't know how to read, so come and see."
Shen Zhixian took the paper and the stone, unfolded the paper, and the first sentence on it was "Shen Xianshi personally opened it".
He frowned slightly and continued to look down.
The paper is small, but long, rolled into a roll. Judging from the style of wording, it looks like it was written by a bald monk. The first half of the sentence is full of apologies, and only the last paragraph carefully mentions Ti Yanjin.
According to the paper, the wasteland has been sealed for thousands of years, and there are countless monsters and monsters in it, and it is difficult to discipline.
It's like sending a lion into a forest and letting him rule the entire forest, preventing all kinds of wild animals from rioting.
With a click, the old tree demon shivered, watching the hard stone crushed into powder in Shen Zhixian's hands and falling down.
Shen Zhixian continued to talk about the last bit of unrolling the scroll, and the top said that the seal of the wasteland could no longer hold, and it began to shatter in large pieces. Countless demons escaped, and Immortal Master Shen was also asked to help, slay the demons and eliminate the demons.
As for where Yan Jin is now, they already... don't know.
At the end, Shen Zhixian's face was as heavy as a cloudy day with a heavy rain. The old tree demon was still curious. Seeing his cold breath, he closed his mouth with a strong desire to survive, and watched Shen Zhixian leave with his dim old eyes. .
Seeing Shen Zhixian's back disappear, the old tree demon yawned lazily, and was in a drowsy sleep, when an ouch woke it up again.
"Damn it, I forgot to unlock the formula!" A bald monk ran anxiously in front of it, his chubby hand was still pinching something, and after a while, his fingers paused and he breathed a sigh of relief, " It's okay, okay, this calculation, there is still a turning point..."
He slowed down and walked away lounging.
The old tree demon looked at him in a daze, watching him stagger away, this time he completely closed his eyes and fell asleep.
But he said that Shen Zhixian was here.
Shen Zhixian actually hated what Si Fei and the others did in his heart. He squeezed the paper roll tightly with his fingers, wishing he could tear it up and smear them all on their faces. But he couldn't find Si Fei and the others, nor could he find Yan Jin.
He had the idea of a contract, but he didn't know if it was too far away or something else. When he urged the contract, he could only vaguely feel that Yan Jin was safe, and could not perceive his position.
Fortunately, I could still feel that Yan Jin was not injured, otherwise Shen Zhixian would not be able to help overturn the undead city now.
Otherwise... He will go back to Qing Yunzong first.
If Yan Jin is fine, and he still thinks about his words, if he finds out about him, he will definitely return to Qing Yunzong.
It also saves them from looking for each other and missing each other.
When he and Yan Jin met, and then work together to deal with these kinds of things, he was always uneasy when he didn't see Yan Jin.
Shen Zhixian pondered and hesitated, his fingers rubbed the paper roll unconsciously, and suddenly felt a little strange when he touched it.
He raised his hand and looked at it for a moment, carefully at the corner of the end of the scroll, and gently pulled up a thin piece of paper that was attached to it.
The lifted piece of paper was only half the size of a palm. It was a thin piece of paper. It looked very fragile, and it seemed that it would break when touched, but it actually felt extremely tough when squeezed.
It's just that there's nothing on it.
Shen Zhixian rubbed the piece of paper carefully, and a familiar breath circulated on the paper, reminding him of Sect Master Wen for a moment.
He frowned and confirmed it carefully—it was indeed the breath of Sect Master Wen, to be precise, the breath of Sect Master Wen's sword.
Sect Master Wen passed away a few years ago after a failed promotion, and his sword was shattered long ago. After so many years, how could he feel the aura of him and his sword here
The mystery in Shen Zhixian's heart was getting bigger and bigger. At that time, when Sect Master Wen died, he was still taken away. He didn't know anything about it. Song Ming and several elders dealt with the funeral of Sect Master Wen. If you want to know What was the situation at that time, I had to go back to Qing Yunzong to ask clearly.
Shen Zhixian made up his mind, and finally made up his mind. For the time being, he left the undead city behind and started rushing to Qingyunzong.
Along the way, if as the note said, there will be many more monsters and ghosts, and there will be a few every three to five. Although Shen Zhixian was on his way, he would stop and deal with the monsters and monsters making trouble.
On this day, Shen Zhixian pondered the wordless piece of paper while hurrying on the road. When passing through a forest, he saw an immortal revisionist being besieged by several monsters.
He beheaded the monster three or two times, and when Xian Xiu turned around and thanked him, Shen Zhixian snorted: "Sixian Master Su Cheng?"
Isn't this the Xuanjilou disciple Su Cheng, who had met and met twice before, and even gave him a hexagram
Shen Zhixian was still wearing Suijian's face, Su Cheng was stunned for a moment, and soon recognized him. After greeting him happily, he was very surprised: "So you are also an immortal?"
Shen Zhixian smiled slightly and said gently: "There was something unspeakable at the time, so I had to hide my identity, please don't be angry."
Su Cheng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Oh, I understand, I understand, it's not a big deal, why are you angry, I also want to thank you for saving my life." He clasped his fists and gave a deep salute.
Shen Zhixian turned sideways to avoid the half-salute, smiled, and exposed the topic. Seeing that he was busy again, Shen Zhixian asked a few more questions.
Su Cheng said: "Recently, demons have been rampant, and there is a vague sign of the rebirth of demons. Although I am not a powerful person, I can still kill a few small demons and demons."
The two hurriedly exchanged two sentences, each had something important to do, so they had to separate. When turning around, Su Cheng caught a glimpse of the piece of paper in Shen Zhixian's hand, and blurted out in surprise, "Paper of destiny?"
Shen Zhixian turned his head to look at him.
Su Cheng knew that he was being rude, and with an apologetic look on his face, he said apologetically: "I'm sorry... I suddenly saw the long-lost paper of destiny in my sect, and was shocked... Can I ask, where did this paper come from? ?"
Shen Zhixian thought about it, and generously handed the paper over: "It was given by someone else. Do you recognize this piece of paper?"
Su Cheng carefully held the thin piece of paper, and turned it over and over to look at it. The shock became more and more obvious. He said with certainty, "This is indeed the paper of destiny! It still has the aura of that uncle!"
Shen Zhixian followed his words and asked, "Your uncle?"
Su Cheng stopped abruptly, consciously lost his words, and felt a little annoyed, but the words had already been said, and in front of him was the person who had just rescued him, he looked left and right, saw no one around, and whispered: It’s not a Master Shi anymore, that senior was expelled from the Xuanji Building a long time ago… In our sect, only he can use the Destiny Paper.”
He stopped, showing a look of embarrassment that he didn't want to say more. Shen Zhixian didn't embarrass him, he just said, "Then you know, what's wrong with this paper?"
"The paper of destiny can push the past and the future, and it requires people with extremely high talent to control it. There is a magic formula on it, and I can't completely solve it, but I can still do it by showing the above content." Su Cheng obviously Confident in his own strength in this regard, he asked, "Want to give it a try?"
Shen Zhixian made a labored gesture.
Su Cheng responded with a hello. After some complicated actions, the magic formula was stamped on the paper of destiny, and sure enough, an image gradually emerged on the top.
Su Cheng is an honest man. Seeing that a vague image appeared, he immediately raised his head and looked ahead, avoiding suspicion without even looking at it: "Okay."
Shen Zhixian looked at the pattern, took a deep breath, and thanked Su Cheng calmly. Su Cheng waved his hands to show you're welcome, and the two said goodbye to each other and left in opposite directions.
After walking for a while, Shen Zhixian opened his hand. The paper with the pattern was lying on the palm of his hand. A sword was drawn on it, and there was a faint flow of spiritual energy.
It is the sword of Sect Master Wen.
With a wisp of broken sword spirit.
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