The wind and snow howled, but there was no sound.
The dark mountain road has no light at all.
But no matter how dim the light is, the monks can still see things clearly.
Two resentful monks were on duty at the edge of the area. They were sitting cross-legged and meditating. While recovering their strength, they let go of their consciousness and paid attention to their surroundings.
Suddenly, the two of them felt something strange and opened their eyes at the same time.
If you notice it carefully, it seems that there are more footsteps in the sound of wind and snow.
"Why are there footsteps? Where do they come from?"
"A monk wields a sword and rides on the wind. Only mortals can walk. But in such weather and in such a remote place, which mortal would come?"
The two resentful monks were talking and looking at the sound.
There was indeed a figure on the mountain road, holding a black umbrella, walking from the bottom of the long windy and snowy road, climbing up the stairs, taking his time.
The two of them couldn't figure out what was going on, they just thought it was quite strange.
One of them was not busy attacking, but raised his voice: "Who is it?"
The visitor didn't speak, he just walked like a traveler.
The other man's expression moved, and a vigilance flashed in his eyes. He pressed his right hand, and the long sword covered with black film immediately floated into the air. Covered by the wind and snow, this movement was silent.
Just when the man was about to take action, the man holding the black umbrella stopped.
A head of long silver hair was flying in the wind. The person raised his face and did not speak, but a strong aura of resentment suddenly emitted from his body.
This breath was so majestic and vicious, even the two resentful spirit monks were a little shocked.
"This... this is not the atmosphere that this era should have at all. It belongs to the future, not the present."
"Could it be..."
The two of them suddenly had an answer in their hearts.
The resentful spirit monk who was about to take action quickly put away his flying sword, and the other man also stood in awe.
The two people were filled with shock and surprise.
this…
The resentment in the adult here far exceeds that of the resentful master, and only the terrifying ancient master can possess such condensed resentment and such powerful power.
The Ancient Lord is a stronger existence than the Resentful Lord. Did such a big shot arrive in advance
The resentful spirits belong to the same body in the higher dimension. Although there is not much difference between them, if there is an obvious difference in rank, they will still show respect.
The two monks hurriedly said: "I have seen you, sir!"
Xia Ji grabbed his silver hair and rolled it casually, then tied a small braid at the end to prevent the wind from blowing too much, and then said: "Who is the leader here?"
One of the resentful spirit monks said: "It's the Resentful Lord Yao Zhu."
Another resentful spirit monk said: "Shall I take you to see him...or shall I tell him that you are here?"
Xia Ji said: "I'll go see him."
"Yes, then please come with me."
A monk stood up with a sword,
Just as he was about to take off, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "Take me."
This monk:? ?
No, you are so strong and you still need someone to take care of you
What is the profound meaning of this "belt"
While he was thinking about it, Xia Ji was already standing on his flying sword, "Let's go."
The monk's face was full of confusion, and he couldn't help but ask: "Don't you know how to control the wind?"
Then he heard words that he could never understand in his life...
Xia Ji said: "I just don't like it, let's go."
The resentful spirit monk only felt that the ancient master was worthy of being the ancient master. It was really difficult to fathom, so he didn't think about it anymore. He just pointed to a point in the distance, and the flying sword rose into the sky, carrying the two of them deep into the snow-capped mountains.
Not long after, the flying sword had landed in front of a frozen stream.
When he arrived here, Xia Ji didn't need anyone to introduce him. He directly exuded the aura of the ancient master and came down. The resentful spirit monks who were originally wary of this place suddenly felt relieved.
Yaozhu, who was in the wooden house, was surprised, and then he was ecstatic. He murmured: "I didn't expect that at this critical moment, an ancient master would successfully come?"
You must know that even though the Kuroshio monks have allowed more than one person to be named the "True Treasure", the resentful spirits have made the suppression of heaven's law simple.
The physical strength that has not reached the fifteenth level is simply not enough to withstand even the arrival of the ancient lord.
Now, the highest realm in the entire world is the Fourteenth Realm.
The fifteen realms will not appear until the next killing calamity.
Therefore, in the past three to four hundred years, Zhenlu has failed without exception.
"How could...how could the Ancient Master have succeeded?!"
Yaozhao was extremely happy, and his face bathed in black air couldn't help showing an expression of joy, "God has harmed my Kuroshio clan, but now an ancient master has successfully come into the world at this time!
And with the Ancient Lord, the Kuroshio clan will be able to unify mankind in the next hundred years!
From now on, I can gather the power of the human world to strengthen my black tide, and then unite with the invading heaven to kill this thief! "
He looked up into the void almost piously, "The resentment of countless years has finally found its home!"
Following the breath, Yongzhu excitedly pushed the door open and saw the man standing with his hands hanging before the freezing water.
The man had silver hair and was holding a hanging black umbrella. He didn't look scary at all.
Yaozhu walked up to him and said in a loud voice, "Yaozu has met your Excellency."
Xia Ji turned his head and looked at his side. This Yongzhu's whole body was filled with black energy. He was a giant three to four meters tall. He suddenly smiled and said: "Yaozhu, do you want to drink?"
梼杌：? ?
Xia Ji didn't say much, and grabbed two bottles of high-concentration spirits from his arms, one worth eighty cents...
Then he threw a bottle to Yao Zhu.
Yaozhao was stunned for a moment, but he didn't dare to refuse the gift from the ancient master, so he took the bottle.
But he really has never drank this stuff.
Xia Ji glanced at him, picked up the wine cork with both hands and gently pulled it out, took a deep breath against the ice and snow, then brought it to his lips and took a swig.
Yong Zhu followed suit and started drinking it. After taking a few sips, he tasted it and felt that it was no different from water, so he said, "It has no taste."
Xia Ji said: "That's because your life level is too high. As long as you lower it a little, you can feel the taste of this wine.
In this world, wine is often used to relieve one's sorrows. Although one may use wine to drown one's sorrows, one can finally drink to his heart's content. "
If someone else had said this to Ying Zhu, Ying Zhu would have slapped that person to death.
But what he has in front of him now is the Ancient Lord.
So, although Yaozhu didn't believe it yet, he thought he could give it a try. After all, being too resentful was a kind of torture and made him uncomfortable, so it would be good to get some relief.
However, who would be so bored that he would lower his level of life
Just when Yao Zhu was about to say something, he suddenly realized that the silver-haired man in front of him seemed to have no power at all. If it weren't for the aura of the Ancient Lord exuding from his body, he would really be an ordinary mortal.
He realized.
"Sir, have you lowered your life level?"
Xia Ji didn't answer, but just took another sip of wine. The taste in the wine was the taste of the world of mortals. It was like a knife cutting the heart. The wound would be relieved once it hurts. The longer it hurts, the more painful it would be.
Yaozhu realized it completely. Seeing the adults drinking so deliciously, he became very curious about wine.
As a result, extremely rich karma surged around him, and the black tide of karma wanted to crush him. Yes, his life level began to decline rapidly...
However, the complainer like Yongzhu was still too strong after all, and he could not completely surrender.
Xia Ji said gently: "I'll help you."
Having said that, he raised his hand, and the karma like a vast ocean quickly poured into Yaozhu's body...
With the concerted efforts of the two of them, it didn't take long for Yongzhu's life level to be reduced to a human being.
Xia Ji traced his right hand in the void, drew a talisman similar to a seal, and slapped it directly on Yong Zhu.
From now on, as long as Yaozhu is not as strong as himself, he will not be able to take the initiative to break this seal.
At this time, Yongzhu had already taken a sip of strong wine. The wine rushed into his throat, and then burned in his internal organs. Many grievances were released in this numbness, just like a basin of ice water poured on sin. On the flames of karma.
Yaozhu sighed happily, "The ancient master still knows more."
The two of them sat in front of the frozen stream, drinking sip after sip. After drinking for a while, Yongzhu became overwhelmed with alcohol and started talking nonsense.
And due to the lowering of his life level, his body began to shrink until he turned into a boy...
The originally baggy clothes looked a bit funny when put on him.
Xia Ji sat in the wind and snow, raised his hand and lit an air mask to cover the boy to prevent him from catching cold.
Then, he started drinking quietly...
After thinking for a while, he grabbed the drunken Tao Zhu, stood up, and walked away into the distance amidst the questions on the faces of many resentful monks.
…
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The next day.
When Yongzhu woke up, he found that he was being carried.
The mud and stone mountain road, like a black dog and a white dog, keeps retreating in front of you.
He resisted the dizziness and looked sideways, only to see an arm shaking back and forth, and he was swinging back and forth along with the shaking.
He was still a little hungover, but more of a daze.
"I...what's wrong with me?"
He turned his head warily, but found that his whole body was sore. He endured the pain and saw a smiling silver-haired man.
This is exactly the ancient master.
"Lord Ancient Master, where are we... going? And... why can't my power be restored?"
Yaozhao is full of questions.
Xia Ji said frankly: "I sealed you yesterday. In the future, as long as you are not as strong as me, you will not be able to take the initiative to break the seal."
Seeing the confused and complicated look on Yaozhuo's face, Xia Ji hurriedly said: "But you don't have to worry, you can still practice as a mortal... Just treat yourself as an exchange student, so that you can promote the relationship between Kuroshio monks and Friendship among human monks.”
"Exchange student??! You... you are despicable and shameless!"
梼杌：…
He suddenly remembered that yesterday it seemed that he and the ancient master in front of him worked together to seal him.
He felt angry, his blood surged up, and he yelled "Ah".
However…
His roar did not bring any energy fluctuations, and it did not even overwhelm the sound of the wind and snow.
The angry master finally broke out. He was dangling in Xia Ji's hand, and then finally pushed towards Xia Ji with one kick.
But how could such a light and flimsy kick without even the energy to hit Xia Ji
Yongzhu himself didn't even expect that he could hit the kick.
He just couldn't figure it out.
However…
Snapped!
He hit the kick.
The mysterious silver-haired man actually let out a cry of pain, as if he was really in pain.
Yao Zhu was stunned again, "You... your own life level has also dropped? Why? Is this our Kuroshio's new plan? However, the human monks are almost wiped out!"
Xia Ji said: "If the universe is destroyed, will we cease to exist?"
Yaozhu nodded.
Xia Ji said: "So, it cannot be destroyed."
梼杌：? ?
"Is this what you meant, or is it?"
"I mean."
I realized...
Damn it, the high-ranking Kuroshio has developed a form of schizophrenia.
There are actually some high-level beings who want to protect the universe
Naturally, he would not have thought that among all the black tides... the one in front of him had a split consciousness.
Yaozhu said: "But our resentment for so many years cannot be resolved at all. If this world is not destroyed, how can the anger in our hearts be put away?"
Xia Jidao: "I don't know either. Let's drown our sorrows with wine first. I will always find a way. Okay, now I'm going to take you as a teacher. If you don't have another teacher, you can be my student from now on." "
Yongzhu asked tentatively: "How about... you break my seal first?"
Xia Ji shook his head and smiled: "Are you afraid that I can't teach you?"
Yingzhu thought to himself, our strongest strength lies in our immortality. You have it and so do I. Other powers cannot be learned.
Just when he was thinking about it, Xia Ji suddenly stopped.
The tree that was dangling helplessly in the air also stopped. He followed Xia Ji's gaze and saw a bare dead branch growing out of the hard rock. The dead branch stubbornly climbed out of the stone. He squeezed out of the gap, but encountered the cold winter again, so he had to endure the extremely harsh environment.
Fate is extremely unfair to it, but although its breath of life is weak, it is still alive.
Xia Ji asked: "Do you think it can be practiced?"
Yaozhu is good at destruction, but not good at creation. He stared for a long time and shook his head, but nodded slightly: "If you use human beings' good karma to water it, maybe it will work over time, but there is not much hope. After all, this kind of thing It is impossible to practice Taoism.”
Xia Ji raised his hand and pointed at the dead branch.
Three strange fishes appeared behind him,
The three fishes explain all the three aspects.
One is the black fish, the other is the white fish, and the other is the unchanging fish of nothingness.
And on his fingers, terrifying pure white karma condensed, making Yongzhu couldn't help but click his tongue in shock.
Immediately, his fingers touched the dead branch, touching the child's head.
Xia Ji said softly: "You still haven't woken up?"
Then…
Yongzhu's pupils suddenly opened wide, and his mouth opened slightly in shock.
In his eyes, the dead branches that were impossible to cultivate were changing rapidly.
First it sprouted arms and legs and crawled out of the rock gap.
Then everything in the body was slowly changing.
He heard the sound of juice flowing and the sound of heartbeat.
And the body of the small tree with arms and legs was rapidly filling up, and in a few blinks of an eye, it had actually taken form.
It's just that this little tree really didn't know what it wanted to transform into, and it didn't dare to transform into the shape of its creator, so it transformed into the shape of the boy.
Xia Ji withdrew his fingers, threw a piece of clothing to the naked tree demon, turned his head to look at Yaozhu and said: "Look, it's actually possible, right
This little dryad looks like your twin now. "