"Why didn't they come in?"
Looking at the remnant soul wandering outside the mountain, Hongluan asked inexplicably.
"I don't know." Jing Yue looked around, "Do you think..."
Qin Yanzhi: "Well."
Jingyue: "I haven't said yet..."
Qin Yanzhi glanced at him, "It's like a dead place here."
Jingyue really thought so, the place of death was not because of the strong dead air in the mountains, but because there seemed to be nothing here, it was quiet, there were no remnants of souls, no plants, no water, just a piece of dull soil.
Once inside, it was like being put into a hood, and the outside was separated by a layer.
Liu Yun: "Those remnants seem to be afraid of this place?"
Hongluan: "I always feel that there is something deep in the col that will suck me away."
Everyone looked at each other, feeling uneasy.
At this time, Jingyue sensed that Lan Feng in the jade pendant was calling him frantically. He hurriedly lifted the ban on the jade pendant and asked, "What's wrong?"
Lan Feng flew out and shouted anxiously: "Jingjing! Jiji feels it! It's here, right inside."
Jingyue: "You mean that very important thing?"
Lan Feng's little head nodded sharply, "Go forward, and you can find it further forward!"
Jing Yue frowned slightly, he wanted to move forward, but ten days have passed and he will continue to stay in the secret realm...
wrong!
He suddenly found that the fine lines on Hongluan's face seemed to disappear, and the other monks who were affected by time had returned to their original appearance. Jing Yue grabbed his hair, and there was no trace of white in the thick black hair.
Here, even the influence of the Star Extinguishing Formation has also been eliminated
Where exactly
Jing Yue's movements naturally attracted the attention of others, and they quickly reacted to their own changes, all asking what was going on
Where does Ke Jingyue know? Even Lan Feng didn't know what to do when he asked three questions, and his whole heart was hooked away by the depths of the mountain.
"Jingjing, let's go! Take Jiji with you!"
Jing Yue: "It's very strange here, and there may be more terrifying dangers lurking in it."
Lan Feng immediately changed his words, "Then Jiji don't go, Jiji doesn't want Jingjing to be in danger."
Jing Yue rubbed its head, but he actually tended to go inward. First, for Lan Feng, once this opportunity was missed, Ji Ji would probably lose a great chance, and it would not be willing; second, he always had a hunch that Bi Ji would The vitality pointed to by the cloud clock is deep in the mountain.
But this is a big gamble, and he cannot and has no right to let others follow the adventure.
"Go, I'll accompany you." Qin Yanzhi saw Jing Yue's struggle. Although he didn't know the reason, he also informed the other party of his attitude through voice transmission.
Jing Yue: "You..."
Qin Yanzhi: "Don't hesitate, don't regret."
Jing Yue struggled for a moment, then nodded to Qin Yanzhi.
He walked towards Liu Yun, "I want to explore the depths of the mountain, but this trip is very dangerous, so I don't recommend you to travel together."
Liu Yun: "Old Ancestor..."
Jingyue: "Listen to me, we came this time to find a way to deal with the devil, but now we have achieved nothing. If I go back here, I will not be reconciled. Besides, I have a private matter to do, you really don't have to come with me. Taking risks, if the entire army is wiped out, it will be a severe blow to the righteous path, and someone among us must bring the news back."
Others naturally heard it, Hong Luan said: "Ancestor Jing is not reconciled, how can we be reconciled, now that we have entered here, we have solved the hidden danger of time change, and we don't need to limit it to ten days, not to mention..."
Hongluan glanced at the outside, "So many remnants are staying outside, and we can't go back."
Several people nodded, agreeing with what Hong Luan said.
Jingyue was about to speak when suddenly, he felt a gust of wind.
And just now there was a dead silence, where did the wind come from
What's even more strange is that with the wind, the remnants outside the mountain retreated in a panic, and in a blink of an eye, not a single remnant was left.
"What's the situation?" As soon as someone asked, they felt a stronger wind blowing, and the passing of the wind gave them the illusion of life being taken away.
Jingyue felt the same way, and was hesitating whether to exit the col, when suddenly, the blue phoenix in his arms suddenly flew towards the wind!
"Gee chi!"
Jing Yue was anxious and instinctively chased after him.
Qin Yanzhi followed closely.
It took a while for the others to react, but Jing and Qin were nowhere to be seen.
Liu Yun wanted to chase after him, but another strong suction force came from the mountain col, which instantly swept away a cultivator from the cave. If it weren't for the fact that other people reacted very quickly and you pulled me, I would pull you, stabilize your body for the time being, and almost get swept away.
The suction did not disappear, and even became stronger and stronger. Everyone knew that they would not be able to last for too long and could only flee to the col.
the other side.
At this time, Lan Feng's consciousness was extremely unclear. The moment the wind came, it awakened its instinct from the blood, making it forget who it was and everything around it, and could only follow the direction of the wind.
It just knows that something is waiting for it and it has to go.
Suddenly, its entire body was caught, and Lan Feng wanted to struggle, but a suction force swept it and the person who caught it away.
"Ajing!"
Afterwards, Qin Yanzhi, who followed, stretched out his hand and grabbed only half of Jingyue's clothes. The sound of cloth cracking came from his ears.
Qin Yanzhi was impatient, but he couldn't resist, he could only watch Jing Yue disappear, and he himself fell into darkness.
Suddenly, the world was spinning, and he seemed to hear the sound of the earth, and his body was pulled violently, as if he had been dismembered.
He saw the other self, the other person was old and young, and his experiences from childhood to adulthood were slowed down, just like watching other people's stories.
At the same time, a warm energy was born in his dantian and gradually poured into his mind.
Qin Yanzhi covered his head, his mind was chaotic, he only felt that a monster was about to emerge from his consciousness.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of a thunderstorm, the lightning split the darkness, and he saw the torrential rain pouring down and a baby lying behind a rock.
He knew subconsciously that the baby was him.
Not long after, a Taoist appeared by the rock, picked up the baby, and asked him, "Is that you?"
The Taoist said quickly and affirmatively, "It's you."
Not far away came the roar of the beast, and he saw the Taoist put the baby into the tree hole and ran up the mountain.
Not long after, the Taoist came back, took the baby out again, and poked the baby's face, but in a blink of an eye, the Taoist disappeared from the spot.
The torrential rain turned to light rain, pattering.
And in the mountains, he was the only baby left.
On the second day, a hunter came up the mountain, found him, and took him back.
The hunter was not good to him, but he still raised him, day by day, year after year, when he was three years old, the hunter died.
The younger brother of the hunter took the hunter's property and sold him to a big family in the city. The old man and wife of the big family were very kind to him at first, but soon the truth was revealed. The seemingly kind-hearted lady is actually the master's accomplice.
When the master tried to betray him, he took advantage of it, smashed the opponent's head with an inkstone, deliberately set fire to create chaos, and escaped from the city overnight.
He hid in a dry well, hungry and cold, so scared.
He wanted someone to rescue him. In the depths of his consciousness, he always felt that there was a vague shadow that would appear when he was in danger and pull him out of the troubled swamp.
But no, no one came.
He became a beggar.
He was chased and beaten, bitten by dogs, hungry and full, but no one came to rescue him.
Gradually, he no longer hopes to be rescued, and he doesn't know why he lives, but he has been living in the dark, no matter whether he is sick or injured, death has not taken him away.
However, one day, when he was about to fall into a coma, the Taoist appeared again.
The Taoist's arms are very warm, very at ease, very familiar, and he is reluctant to leave.
The Taoist also named him "Yi Wang".
But at the same time he trusted the Taoist, the Taoist disappeared again.
He couldn't find a Taoist, the world was huge, and he had no news of a Taoist. He could only grab an ethereal name and go to the extreme north.
The extreme north is too far away, and even a mere mortal might not be able to reach it in his entire life.
To this end, he exhausted his efforts, practiced by any means, and even offered to sacrifice his body to make medicine. His only purpose and belief in life was to find a Taoist.
He had a hunch that he would see Taoist again.
This thought supported him. For seventeen years, no matter how painful it was, he never despaired.
He finally waited for the Taoist again.
Time flies, and more than ten winters and summers pass by in a hurry.
He followed the Taoist through the mountains, rivers and rivers, and looked at the world, and the Taoist was always there.
One day, he suddenly wanted to return to the original city, and suddenly there was no hatred in his heart.
He wanted to share his mood at the moment with the Taoist, but the figure of the Taoist became less and less.
Can't catch, can't keep.
"Go to Cold Cloud Sect, I will wait for you."
The Taoist only left this sentence. For this sentence, he went to the extreme north again, passed various tests, became a disciple of the Cold Cloud Sect, and met the head of the Cold Cloud Sect.
The appearance of the man and the Taoist were different, but when he saw the other person, he knew that the person was a Taoist and not a Taoist.
He found a Taoist, but not a complete Taoist.
And the Taoist didn't remember him either.
"What's your name?" the Taoist asked.
"My name is Yi Wang."
"Yi forget? Good name. I have a disciple named Yi Nian. It seems that you are my destined disciple."
The Taoist stood up and walked up to him step by step.
"Yi forget, from now on, you will be my second disciple."
"Who are you?" For some reason, he asked.
The Taoist was stunned for a while, then smiled slightly: "I am Jing Yuan, the patriarch of the Cold Cloud Sect."
The voice fell, and everything went to darkness.
Qin Yanzhi felt that the warmth of his dantian was getting hotter and hotter, and it went straight to the soul, intertwined with it, making him feel like he had lost and found it again.
In the darkness, he saw another child, a child with scars all over his face looking up at a Taoist, "Who are you?"
The Taoist said, "I am Jing Yuan, the patriarch of the Cold Cloud Sect."
Jing Yuan…
The child doesn't like to talk, and it has been almost a year since he first met the Taoist and opened his mouth this time.
It was the first time he heard the name of a Taoist, and he chewed it silently in his heart, and in the rest of his life, he repeated the name over and over again, thousands of times.
He followed the Taoist back to the Cold Cloud Sect and became the second disciple of the Taoist. He also had a senior brother called "Yi Nian".
Children are not good at expressing themselves, but what he likes most is when the master calls his name—Yi forget.
Because in his life, almost all the warmth is given by the master, even if his senior brother is very kind to him, but he knows that if the master didn't bring him back to the Cold Cloud Sect, if the master didn't accept him to do it Apprentice, he can't get a good thought.
Except for the physical body, everything about him originates from the master.
He likes swords, so Master accompanied him to travel across the Bipolar Continent to find a good sword.
He did not have a home, and the Cold Cloud Sect became his home.
In his life, no one treated him better than Master.
He wants to repay the master, and wants to help the master complete the exercises and fulfill the master's wish.
So he practiced day and night, focusing on swordsmanship, but unfortunately...
Qin Yanzhi's consciousness gradually became clear, and there seemed to be a purple flower blooming in front of him. He finally remembered that the two lifes he had experienced in the illusion of Wangchenhua.
In the illusion, he has no memory, but he was saved by Jing Yuan.
But there is a third time.
The cold wind whistled and blew snow waves.
In the vast snowfield, there is a charred deep pit, and there is a buried cave not far away.
The young man knelt in front of the deep pit, like a statue, the snowflakes touched his eyelashes and gradually melted by the body temperature, like tears.
But the young man can't cry, since he can remember, he has never cried.
Even if the master has been killed by the thunder, even if there is no such person in this world.
The young man knelt in front of the deep pit for forty-nine days. On the fiftieth day, he kowtowed three times to the cave, turned around, and left the snowy field one step at a time.
He left deep and shallow footprints on the snow. After two thousand years, he has never been here again, nor has he been to any place in the bipolar world.
He trapped himself in the Cold Cloud Sect day and night, and even though the master was no longer alive, he remembered everything the master taught.
The wish that Master did not fulfill, he will fulfill, and what Master wants to protect, he will protect.
Finally, he left the customs and killed Baizhanghai with his Taiqing Sword.
Dark sky, rolling clouds.
The corpses of the human race and the demon race all over the land, blood covered the mountains and rivers.
The great power and the semi-sage fell one after another, and the young man was covered in blood and stood with a sword.
The blood slid down the tip of the sword, and there were piles of corpses in front of him and behind him, just like the portrait of Jing Yuan hanging in the hall of the patriarch of the Cold Cloud Sect.
Master slayed monsters in Jieshan, and he chose Baizhanghai.
Afterwards, the young man used a secret technique to extract his three souls, used the soul to enter the sword, and condensed the soul of the sword.
Taiqing turned into a huge sword shadow, dazzling and blinding all things, and cut off the head of the demon saint!
The earth is shattered, the mountains and rivers whimper, the sky is torn apart, and the stars dim.
That sword is the sword of heaven, the sword of origin, and the sword of all things!
The demon saint died, and the young man who lost his three souls also came to the end of his life.
In the swirling snowflakes, the young man seemed to sense the master's breath. He turned his head, but could not see anything.
But the young man still laughed contentedly. He knew that the Master was there, no matter what happened in the spring and the blue, the reincarnation of the world, the Master was always in his heart and never left.
"Master..."
Qin Yanzhi held his head tightly, and his five fingers were almost inserted into his head.
But in the end, Jing Yuan's appearance changed to another person, and that person's eyes were full of starlight, and there was his shadow in the starlight.
The man was warm, soft, fearless, and powerful, who once said to him with a smile in the moonlight, "I do like you."
"Master... A Jing..."
"Ajing!"
The soul was suddenly in severe pain, and Qin Yanzhi was once again plunged into endless darkness.