Tang Zhen paused in mid-air, and thousands of ghost figures froze after him. Their faces were blank at first, and then a trace of doubt appeared.
For a time, many thoughts in Tang Zhen's heart seemed like sparks that disappeared in the wind after the fire dissipated, and they came and went one after another in a disorderly manner.
He couldn't figure it out anyway, who moved his body
Is Yan Zhengming them
But how did they escape from the Sea of North Underworld, and for what reason, they did not directly follow the trail of these people to Shuzhong, but returned to Fuyao Mountain
Since they can't come and go freely in the infinite space, how did they rush back in such a short period of time
Who sold their body hidden in Bingxinhuo to them
In the blink of an eye, Tang Zhen was full of bewilderment, and he didn't even have time to get angry.
how can that be possible
He clearly doesn't trust anyone, and he has never had a relationship with any living creature in this world. He is alone and holds the authority of infinite ghosts. Even so, can't he be foolproof
The ghosts in the sky are like a group of ignorant hanged ghosts, stunned in the air, the ghosts and demons lingering around them gradually began to fade, one by one, they were washed away by an unknown breeze, and faded into ordinary ghosts in the air. ,melted.
Like a row of morning dew, after a night of dust, it quietly returns to heaven and earth, and floats freely and cleanly to the next destination.
It was filled with a sense of serenity and eternity.
You Liang held Yan Zhengming's spiritless sword of Yuan, and saw all this up close, and was shocked beyond measure by this scene.
Tang Zhen's Yuan kept withdrawing from the dissipating ghosts, and was finally forced to become one. His powerful Yuan could still survive after losing his body.
Tang Zhen didn't escape - maybe he was too shocked to forget, or maybe he never thought of it, and was momentarily stunned.
"It doesn't make sense," Tang Zhen murmured, "The result of a million resentful souls is clearly due to me. This can't be doomed, how can it change? It doesn't make sense."
Li Yun was the first to react and shouted, "What are you all still doing?!"
Shuikeng and Youliang reacted immediately—by the way, this person is a master of ghost repair, and there is no second person in the world who is more proficient in soul cultivation techniques than him. , and what unheard of means can make a comeback.
The sword in You Liang's hand screeched, blocking Tang Zhen's path, Li Yun pulled out the sword from his waist, and together with the puddle, the three rushed up at the same time.
Tang Zhen's body was just shattered, and was attacked by the ghosts that kept flying away. Yuan was the most vulnerable time, and it was too late to dodge, and was penetrated by two swords one after another.
He stiffly stomped and met the fire of samadhi that was blowing in his face.
In the fire, Tang Zhen's still confused eyes slowly fell on the puddle.
The memory of his imminent death is like a tide that has gone and returned, rushing through the long planning, rushing through the longer life of purgatory with the Soul Eater Lamp, rushing through the last life and death and parting
Finally landed on a feather.
The feather moved slightly in his heart, Tang Zhen's lips moved slightly, but he couldn't say anything.
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Some people's life is either black or white, and all the bright colors passing by are like a flash in the pan for him.
A puddle was placed in Tang Zhen's pupil, and the ruined Yuan disappeared.
Heaven is impermanent, how can institutions be counted by people
I don't know if he thought about it at the last moment.
Like a dream, Li Yun couldn't believe that the sword in his hand would see blood one day, and he also killed a great devil who had never been seen before and never came back. The family offered up this fancy sword.
He was unable to find Bei, and Han Yuan suddenly roared: "I'm going to die, I haven't got here yet, so I'm stunned, don't help me!"
Li Yun was yelled back by him, and then he remembered the mess left by Bian Xu.
He landed his sword on the ground, and saw that Bian Xu's sacrificial technique had not been weakened much, and the demonic energy that had just been summoned by Tang Zhen had no intention of dissipating.
The puddle immediately turned around and used the fire ring to re-encircle the sacrificial forbidden technique, which made Han Yuan, who was at the end of the shot, take a breath.
Li Yun took out a handful of medicinal pills and threw it into Han Yuan's mouth as if he didn't want any money, and blocked the voice behind him impartially. Han Yuan was choked to death by him. Come.
The short rest and the wound medicine made Han Yuan's open wound begin to heal slowly. Unfortunately, these medicine pills did not cure the symptoms.
Until this step in the field, Han Yuan finally admitted that he may indeed have made too many sins.
With a wave of Li Yun's hand, the army of insects that had just been knocked to the ground by Tang Zhen was resurrected on the spot, jumping around to explore the terrain for him, the broken demon-killing formation, and Bian Xu's sacrifice to the gathering of spirits. All the arrays were passed back to his eyes - the sacrifice was completed, and the spirit gathering array was useless.
You Liang, a sword cultivator, had nothing to do with his opponents, and frowned, "Senior, this is not the way to go. Even if it takes us all to work, I don't think the power of sacrifice will be diminished."
"Master"
A faint shout suddenly came from the side. Li Yun looked back and saw that Nian Da was crushed under a pile of stones. With difficulty, he pulled out a gap to reveal his head: "I, I, I"
Li Yun was very worried and dug him out, feeling that he would have to be repaired by his master in the future.
"Cough, cough," Nian Da climbed out in dismay, "I know that this place is not far from Mingming Valley. There is a barren mountain behind Mingming Valley, and the cliffs behind it are thousands of meters deep, every step is dangerous, and there is no one."
Li Yun asked curiously, "How do you know there is no one?"
"My Yujian fell once," Nian Mingming said, "My father sent out the entire Mingming Valley, and it took me more than half a month to pick me up."
Li Yun: "Okay, keep that shameful thing in front of you, lead the way—Shuikeng, you and Youliang help Han Yuan to block for a while, and the others who are still alive come to do me a favor, we are useless here. On the basis of the Gathering Array, pull a Spirit Guiding Array to introduce the power of sacrifice into the barren mountains."
Han Yuan: "Hurry up!"
Li Yunfei walked away with everyone's swords, and shouted at the same time: "You can bear it, it's really broken into two parts, I have a few good words to say to the senior brother, maybe he can give you the real dragon flag."
Han Yuan was short of a keel and coveted the real dragon flag for a long time. Hearing this, he became extremely quiet on the spot, and no longer urged with foul language, he said happily: "Thank you second senior brother, you can rest assured, I will hold it for half. No problem for a month!"
Li Yun got goosebumps from his thanks, and didn't dare to turn his head back.
Although the Soul Eater Lamp was broken, the Heart Demon Valley was still open, and the demonic energy on Fuyao Mountain also did not retreat.
Yan Zhengming was connected with the head Yinxin, and felt that there was still a steady stream of demonic energy infiltrating the passage they had just walked through, so he asked Cheng Qian directly: "Did you listen to Qiankun tell you how to seal this seal? live?"
"I don't need it to tell me this." Cheng Qian retracted the frost blade, turned to look in the direction of Qing Anju, "I can guess it."
Yan Zhengming was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was referring to, and was immediately stunned.
"Didn't you say we're going to invite that stone back to the stage of no regrets, right?" Yan Zhengming's anxiety caused by the Valley of Ten Thousand Zhangs of Heart Demons has been vented with the earth-shattering sword, and he returned briefly to In his usual cowardly state, "108,000 steps, don't regret the stage, go up - my ancestor, you must be teasing me."
Cheng Qian glanced at him and said that he was serious.
Yan Zhengming's head turned twice as big: "It's not like you haven't seen Buhuitai, I was beaten after only one step last time, and after walking 108,000 steps, I might be able to see my master on the spot. It's gone!"
If it was in the past, Cheng Qian would definitely not listen to his nonsense, he would have carried his thoughts and walked away by himself, but I don't know when he started to realize that this attitude was more of a nuisance to his senior brother. an injury.
All his lifelong patience was overdrawn to Yan Zhengming, and he waited until Yan Zhengming complained before asking calmly, "Are you going?"
Yan Zhengming glanced annoyed at the surrounding demonic energy, and his shoulders collapsed: "Go."
Said, he picked up his sword and took the lead in walking towards Qing Anju: "Try it, Sima can be a living horse doctor, there are always more problems than solutions!"
His body was tired, his mouth was low, and his heart was bitter, and it was all in this slip of the tongue.
When I arrived at Qing'anju, I saw that Ishihara was like a bay of stagnant stagnant water. At this time, there was a light-like halo that slowly flickered, and it almost seemed to be "flowing". Appeal.
The flowing halo is like a lover's eye wave, which makes people fall into it involuntarily, but Yan Zhengming just looked at it for a moment, and then stretched out his hand a little foolishly.
However, when his hand was about to touch the stone, he finally remembered that the "authentic product" was next to him, so he turned around in a circle and landed on Cheng Qian's shoulder.
Yan Zhengming hooked Cheng Qian's neck, let out a long sigh of relief, and sighed: "Fortunately, you are here."
Cheng Qian didn't rashly reach out to touch it. He brought the Bingxin Fire that was pryed open by the frost blade. One end of this Bingxin Firestone had been cracked, and the other side was roughly intact. The stone was stuffed into it, briefly isolating the rich demonic energy entangled around the stone.
Cheng Qian: "Don't talk nonsense, quickly open the channel with the head seal for me."
Yan Zhengming knew it was not too late. While he quickly opened the passage to the Valley of Heart Demons, he couldn't help but feel resentful and asked, "Why have you been unaffected?"
Cheng Qian put his thoughts on his shoulders, strode forward, and said without looking back, "How do you know it has no effect on me?"
Yan Zhengming was stunned for a moment, followed quickly, and asked incessantly, "Really? What effect does it have on you? If it's all messy and irrelevant, forget it. If it has something to do with me, you can show it occasionally and let it go. Am I happy? What are you doing so fast!"
Cheng Qian: "So that you can dry your brain a little bit."
This time, the two found the platform without regrets.
Yan Zhengming's crow's mouth once again showed his peerless style, and it was right - the problem is more than the solution.
The two tried countless methods, whether they tried to use the Yuan sword to send the stone to the high platform, or all kinds of magic weapons, but they all failed here.
The 108,000-step dangling Buregaitai reaches the sky, terrifyingly high, looking down at all beings coldly, and there is no room for opportunism.
Cheng Qian took the first step forward, the whole body seemed to have evaporated the real essence, and there was no trace of existence at all. His step was not stable yet, and a tyrannical gust of wind swept from top to bottom, straight towards the two of them.
The body-protecting true essence had long since vanished, and his hands and feet were as heavy as a shackle. Cheng Qian felt that he was no different from a mortal. After the collision, his wrists shook violently. If it wasn't for the fact that he had been practicing swordsmanship for many years and relieved his sideways in time, Cheng Qian would have almost flipped off the stone steps.
Yan Zhengming held his lower back: "Be careful—how did you get here? The master must be a live animal."
Cheng Qian rubbed his numb wrist: "Senior brother in charge, verbally deceiving the master to destroy the ancestors is also deceiving the masters and destroying the ancestors. If you can't go up, you have to go up, otherwise what do you say?"
How to do
Yan Zhengming's first reaction was to seal the crack hastily, and then leave this problem to future generations. If there is another generation of disciple Sun Zhong who has a capable person like Tong Ru, let him work harder.
It's a pity that he still wants face in front of Cheng Qian. This kind of words sneaked around in his heart. He didn't have the embarrassment to show it, so he sighed and walked with Cheng Qian to the stage of no regrets.
After walking in this way for only a hundred or so steps, Cheng Qian's breath has obviously grown heavier. He kept moving his wrist, the wrist bone rattled as if it was injured, and every step he took seemed to be filled with water. lead.
Yan Zhengming shoved the big stone into his arms and grabbed the frost blade at the same time: "Why don't you speak when you have no strength? From now on, the two of us will change every 100 steps, and no one should be brave."
With the addition of ice and fire, it weighs only about a hundred pounds, which is no different from a feather to a cultivator, but at this time, it was heavily pressed on Cheng Qian's hand, who was almost out of strength, and Cheng Qian almost stumbled. Suddenly, my wrist almost cramped.
He raised his head and glanced at Wu Tianjie, and said with a wry smile: "If you don't change back to a mortal, I really don't know if I'm not good at learning."
Yan Zhengming waved his sword to fend off a gust of wind, took the time to glance at Cheng Qian, and said with a teasing: "Such a handsome young man, even if he is a mortal, who would let you carry stones for manual labor?"
At the same time, Yan Zhengming didn't wait for Cheng Qian to answer, he had already fantasized proudly, and played with his own amusement: "If we were all mortals, I would definitely be a rich member, you, well, most of you are poor. Scholar."
Cheng Qian: "Why am I a poor scholar?"
Yan Zhengming said righteously: "You are a person who can spend money, but can't make money. You can't help being a prodigal if your family has gold and silver. If you can be rich, the sun will come out from the west. Lawless dandy, it is convenient for a dandy to meet a poor scholar, you don't have to worry about anything, just rely on money and power, bring a bunch of bastards, and take you back!"
Cheng Qian: ""
He was very impressed by the self-knowledge of the elder brother.
"After I get it back, I'll be soft and hard, coercion and temptation. I'll set you up first and give what you love. If you don't want to know the current affairs, I will use your relatives and friends to threaten you. Extremely, given time, you say you won't give in?"
Yan Zhengming spoke with a nose and eyes, just like the real thing, Cheng Qian listened silently, the gloom between his brows gradually disappeared with his voice.
He showed a little indulgent smile on the dangerous stage of not regretting this step, and said, "Not necessarily."
Yan Zhengming sighed with emotion: "Oh, yes, you have been stinky and tough since you were a child, you pretended to be gentle, and your temper was like a stone in a ditch. It must not be so easy to get hold of, so what should I do?"
Cheng Qian: "If you're willing to try seduction, it might work."
Just in time to face a gust of wind, Sect Master Yan, who had been tempted by a word of "seducer", didn't come back. He awkwardly pushed the frost blade forward, took two steps back, and almost never regretted rolling off the stage. Fortunately, Cheng Qian freed up a hand to catch him.
Cheng Qian shoved his thoughts into his arms and retrieved his sword: "It's a hundred steps again, let's change it."
Then he didn't know what to think, and he turned back and added, "Beauty."
Yan Zhengming rubbed his nose embarrassingly: "Dare to tease your head, you are so used to rebelling, have you recovered from that ghost inheritance now?"
The smile on Cheng Qian's face faded, he was silent for three or five steps, and the sword and Gangfeng collided with a series of jingles.
Just when Yan Zhengming thought he was not going to say anything, Cheng Qian suddenly said, "In the secret realm of Daxue Mountain, in order to resist the painting soul, I will use your sword energy to forcibly break the seal of Ting Qiankun and accept the inheritance."
Cheng Qian paused for a while, and his words were stopped by the ban. He was silent for a while longer, and whispered, "It almost melted my consciousness in it."
Yan Zhengming asked eagerly, "Which place?"
Cheng Qian didn't say a word. He held the already trembling frost-blade hilt in both hands. After forcing a gust of wind back, he turned the tip of the sword around flatly, drawing a circle that repeats itself over and over again, and then looked up at the heart demon. The valley does not see the sky above the sky.
Yan Zhengming seemed to have caught something for a moment.
Cheng Qian may not even take the robbery in his eyes. What can melt his consciousness and devour his Yuan
Listen to Qiankun Qiankun
Yan Zhengming looked at his back in shock, thinking of the bell that he heard through the wooden sword, like catching the wind and the shadow, and said in a low voice, "Is the 'it' in Qiankun the real way of heaven?"
Cheng Qian could not answer as usual.
"Integrating into Heaven" sounds like "ascension", but Yan Zhengming didn't hear much yearning from Cheng Qian's voice. When he first came out, Cheng Qian was even a little dazed, as if he was trapped in a dead place. It was as if he was stunned and couldn't come back.
He remembered the words Han Muchun said when he was young, "Ascension means death."
For a time, a whimsical guess suddenly appeared in Yan Zhengming's heart - is there really an "upper realm" for monks to ascend
"Ascension" means "achieving a positive result", or "obtaining the Tao", so will those who have attained the Tao re-form a fairyland in the "upper realm"
Do people who have attained the Tao also have distinctions between good and evil, and also intrigue
But for beginners to practice, no matter which school or school, isn't the first lesson Master taught is "The Dao is invisible, ruthless, and nameless"
If a person is really invisible, ruthless and nameless, and his consciousness melts into heaven and earth, is he still a person? Do you still know who "I" is? Remember your love and hate in your life? Still alive
Yan Zhengming said in a low voice, "Actually, there is no such thing as longevity in the world, right?"
Cheng Qian was silent, and three waves of hurricane suddenly came. His wrists flew, and three swords came out in a row. The veins on his wrists jumped violently, and his back had an indescribable Xiao Shu.
For thousands of generations of monks, "longevity" is like a carrot hanging in front of them, binding them in a long and lonely penance, so that they do not have to produce, and do not compete with mortals for profit.
Most sects of self-cultivation, like Mingminggu, shelter one side, eat mortals to worship, or sell talismans to mortals, except for a few disasters and chaos, monks and mortals have always been in peace.
People like Tang Zhen, who were eroded to the core by the Soul Eater Lamp, would still be reluctant to see blood because of the shackles of heaven.
An ambitious person like the Third Prince would give up the throne because of the pursuit of longevity, although he did end up on the wrong path in the end.
But if one day, these monks know that they are like mortals, they will die, and the root of what they are after is illusory, what will happen to these powerful powers who call for wind and rain at every turn
They have the supreme ability, and they can turn the river and the sea at every turn. The mortals and monks are like a group of precarious ants. There is nothing in the world that can restrain their existence. The emperors and generals in the world are more like a joke. It is inevitable, how smoky will this world be
Then the ancestors and sects of the ten major sects at that time sealed this secret into the listening world, signed the ten-party oath, and let the existence of Tianyan be free
Yan Zhengming doesn't know if this is just someone else's wild thoughts, and he has no way to trace the truth.
Cheng Qian could never tell.
Yan Zhengming asked, "Then how did you escape from it?"
The bright sword light of the frost blade illuminated the dark Wuhuitai. Cheng Qian, who was holding the sword, paused for a moment. He stood leaning on the sword, turned his head slightly, and looked at Yan Zhengming deeply.
Yan Zhengming couldn't help thinking of Cheng Qian's very solemn "thank you" in the Daxue Mountain, and his heart was dry for a while.
There are so many threads, needless to say, you are already an unbreakable tie in my world.
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