"God? Fire invades the heart, and as time goes by, it will only become more and more difficult to suppress... Double cultivation is the last solution."
The man's cold voice sounded in his ears, as if warning.
It is late at night.
Ye Yunlan sat on the bed, silent, and only looked sideways at the stars outside the window.
The dim sea of clouds floated up and down outside the flying boat, and the starlight poured in from the windowsill, reflecting on his face, making him pale and weak.
Beside him stood a tall man.
He came here thousands of miles from Dongzhou, but the man still showed no signs of fatigue.
The white hair is a silver crown and a high pull, a cloud-patterned feather coat, and a large crane cloak, just standing silently, showing an air of indifference to the red dust.
The sect master of Tianzong, Qi Yunjun.
Qi Yun-jun put his hand on Ye Yunlan's wrist qi vein, and clasped it tightly.
"It's been three years since your injury," he said. "You don't have many three years to waste."
Ye Yunlan: "I don't need much."
Qi Yunjun looked at Ye Yunlan expressionlessly.
Three days ago, he received news from He Lanze that he was suffering from an injury and asked him to suppress it.
He cultivated the ruthless way, and lived in the Yuntian Palace all the year round. If it was not necessary, he never paid attention to the affairs of the world.
But he still came.
"Ye Yunlan," he rarely calls a person by name, "Be my apprentice, practice the ruthless Dao mentality I taught you, suppress distracting thoughts, and supplement it with my spiritual power, or you can also Suppress the fire of God for a hundred years. After a hundred years, if I step on the virtual, I can save your life."
If he wanted to accept him as a disciple, Qi Yunjun had already said it three years ago.
Ye Yunlan didn't take his eyes away from the window, but said lightly: "I didn't know that Immortal Venerable was so obsessed with my life and death."
This man always talks like this.
It was as cold as ice, but it was like a curled up hedgehog, and suddenly it was about to stretch out its thorns to stab someone in the hand.
Qi Yunjun said: "What if I want to save it?"
He didn't say it in a whim.
He had a hunch that if he didn't save this person and watched him return to the loess, he would probably regret it.
But regret is really absurd for a sword cultivator who cultivates ruthless Dao.
Never been emotional, how can there be regret.
Qi Yunjun didn't feel his emotions, he just felt a little pity.
It should be just a pity.
-Unfortunately, a person who could have become his opponent, in the end, can only sink into the loess and cannot travel to the sky.
"How do you want to save me?" Ye Yunlan said, "In the cultivation world, no monks have reached Taxu for hundreds of years. You say that you can reach Taxu in a hundred years, but I don't believe it. Besides, I won't cultivate anything ruthless. road."
In his memory, after a hundred years, Qi Yunjun did not reach Taxu.
… Counting the time, at that time, the other party was sitting in the West Continent Buddha Pagoda, suppressing him.
Thinking of those dark and bewildering memories, Ye Yunlan's expression became colder, and his tone also carried a bit of sneer.
"Or, if Immortal Venerable is not feasible in a hundred years, and still wants to save me, is it necessary to use the last method as you said, to sacrifice oneself as a human being?"
For Ruthless Dao monks, double cultivation is a complete breach of precepts.
Lightly, the Dao heart is flawed, and no matter how difficult it is to advance, the heavy is ruthless and the Dao is destroyed, and the cultivation base has no existence.
Qi Yun-Jun let go of his wrist, and said coldly, "If you want to talk nonsense, you should have a bottom line."
Ye Yunlan finally turned his head, his gaze stopped at Mo Yu, which Jun Qi Yun had placed on the hilt of his sword beside the bed, and then said, "I just want to persuade Xianzun not to spend unworthy time and effort for someone who is not worthy of it. ."
When he spoke, there was an indescribable despair and boredom in his eyes.
- This man doesn't care about life or death. Qi Yun-jun thought calmly.
And so repeatedly rejecting a person who is the only person who can help him suppress the divine fire injury at the moment, it is no longer necessary to care about the explanation. In the subconscious, perhaps, this person wants to seek death.
why
Qi Yunjun was silent for a while, "I remember you have an apprentice. This time, I went to Tianchi Mountain for him."
Ye Yunlan was stunned, and made a faint "um" sound.
"That apprentice of yours, although his talent is good, his temperament is uncertain, and he is biased towards evil ways. He needs someone to watch over him, otherwise he will easily go astray." Qi Yunjun said, "If you leave, Tianzong may not tolerate it. Get him off."
Ye Yunlan: "What does the sect master mean?"
Qi Yunjun looked at him with clear and clear eyes, but he didn't say anything about Shen Shu, but just said a few words.
"Have a good life."
Ye Yunlan was silent
He didn't know how Qi Yunjun saw it.
… but he really didn’t want to live long.
Although the matter of God Fire was an accident, it was as he wished.
A mortal life only? Decades. But is it enough
It was enough for him to take another look at this still-complete world and experience a peaceful life that he had never experienced before.
How should one's life be spent.
No one has ever been able to give a precise answer to this matter.
As far as he is concerned, in this life, what he wants is not revenge, success, fame, or immortal road to the top and find longevity.
All he wants is...
Suddenly, a loud Feng Ming interrupted his thoughts.
Outside the window, the dark night was dyed with fire.
It is the direction of Tianchi Mountain.
—Shen Shu is still in the psychic stream climbing to the sky.
The flying boat was above the clouds, and the ground situation could not be seen clearly. Ye Yunlan suddenly raised her head and looked at Qi Yunjun, "What happened? What happened?"
Qi Yun-jun closed his eyes and felt it, and said.
"Someone... is transcending the calamity."
—On the east side of Tianchi Mountain.
In the deep pit, flames and sparks fly.
Ye Xuanguang's robe was hunting and flying, reaching out to hold the hilt of the Demon Emperor Sword.
The flames licked the palms, and there was a burning sting.
The hilt of the sword had a feather, and it opened as if stimulated. The feather thorn fell into his palm, and golden blood flowed down, flowing over the blood-red body of the Demon Emperor Sword.
Ye Xuanguang narrowed his brows.
- The Demon Emperor Sword is resisting him.
But Ye Xuanguang did not retreat.
The Demon Emperor Sword used to be the sword of the Demon Lord Divine Phoenix. The Ye Clan inherited the last bloodline of the Demon Lord Divine Phoenix back then. In this world, who else could inherit this sword, none other than the Ye Clan.
And he also has reasons to inherit.
As if he didn't notice the pain, Ye Xuanguang held his hand tighter and tighter, and his golden eyes were reflected in the firelight, which was hot and dazzling.
Inspired by the close bloodline, the Demon Emperor Sword hummed faintly.
But still not enough.
Ye Xuanguang closed his eyes.
Time flows.
Soon, three days and nights passed.
The blood that contains the power of the rich bloodline has been flowing, and the feeling of blood loss makes people feel dizzy and weak.
The crown of hair on Ye Xuan's bald head has been scattered in the strong wind, the long black hair is flying behind him, and the thin lips are tightly pursed, revealing an unstoppable paleness.
He remembered? Back then, when his own brother was locked on the blood altar, he could only watch his blood flow, not knowing when it would end. At that time, Ye Yunlan felt the same as he does now.
No.
Ye Yunlan was still so young at the time, so he must have suffered much more pain and despair than him.
He was fused with the other party's blood.
But lost forever? With each other's blood.
The trembling of the Demon Emperor Sword is getting bigger and bigger.
A subtle thought came into his heart from the blade.
The Demon Emperor Sword refused to recognize its master, but with the power of his bloodline close to the Demon Lord, he was willing to be born and used by him.
But there is a precondition - he needs to transcend the calamity first. The Demon Emperor Sword is an immortal weapon, and its owner in the past used to be infinitely close to the real "immortal". Even if he inherited the blood of the Demon Lord, the Demon Emperor Sword would not be driven by practitioners in the six realms.
Ye Xuanguang only hesitated for a moment.
With his aptitude, he had already reached the pinnacle of the six realms of the mortal body six years ago, and he was only one step away from becoming a mortal.
But this step is like a moat.
The world? There are so many great powers in the last calamity period, and those who can truly reach transcendence, the cultivation world is full of calculations, not even a palm.
He was going to cross this line for a longer period of time.
only.
He remembered what his father said three days ago, on the phantom of the fire spirit stone mirror.
"Xuanguang, you must understand that the prophecy of the heavenly book must be followed, and the hope of the whole family is on you. Do you still remember the first word that I taught you when you were literate?"
He said: "… is 'responsibility'."
"Not bad." Ye Di said, "Then do you remember, what is your responsibility?"
He said: "Lead my clan, step on the Western Continent, overcome the catastrophe, and make the blood of the Ye clan endure forever in the world."
Ye Di said: "Very good. Then you should know that some things can't go wrong, and some hidden dangers must also be eradicated."
His eyelids twitched.
"Xuanguang, this is your last chance to correct your mistakes. I and your mother are watching. If you can't complete it, I will help you complete it." Ye Di said.
Beside him, his mother-in-law Ye Tange finally turned her head to look at him after hearing the words.
"Xuanguang," Ye Tange's face was as beautiful as a blooming rose, her voice was as sweet as a lark, and she smiled softly, "Listen to your father's words. This is your responsibility."
Ye Xuanguang said: "...Yes."
From childhood to adulthood, in his life, the word "responsibility" was filled the most.
But.
He is responsible for the family, for his parents, and only for his own younger brother, but he has never fulfilled his responsibility as an elder brother.
It takes three days at the fastest to go from Xizhou to Central China. The father said that he would help him, and the hidden guard on the sun that he wanted to send was about to arrive.
He is not a force that he can resist in the six realms.
He's out of time.
The cultivation base is no longer suppressed, the change of breath triggers the catastrophe, the dark clouds gather, and the wind is hunting.
The Demon Emperor Sword was pulled out inch by inch. A loud phoenix roar resounded through the sky.
With long black hair flying behind him, Ye Xuanguang picked up the Demon Emperor Sword and looked at the sky with golden eyes.
He wants to transcend the calamity.
- Ascension to the sky.
Facing the little girl's question, Shen Shu thought for a while, and finally said, "I want the best healing elixir. If there is a elixir that can connect the meridians and increase longevity, the best."
Nian'er tilted his head to think for a moment, wrinkled his face, and said, "You said that you need to be able to connect the meridians and increase the longevity of the healing elixir. There are many here for Nian'er... But to say the best one, Nian'er does not I didn't put it in the treasure house. Because it was the elixir that my emperor left for Nian'er, there should be only one tree left in the world, and Nian'er planted it in his flower valley. "
Shan Ling is also reluctant to put the elixir into the treasure house... Maybe it will really be effective for the injury of the master.
Shen Shu's dark eyes flashed a little.
"I really need this elixir to heal a very important person. Nian'er, if you have any needs, as long as you can give me the elixir, I will do it for you."
Shen Shu stared at Shan Ling with low eyes and said solemnly.
The little girl that Shan Ling had transformed into was pure and innocent, and he didn't intend to coax her into words, but stated his needs bluntly.
Nian'er blinked, blushing slightly in his serious gaze, and whispered: "Have you seen Nian'er for so many years? The fastest climber on the sky-climbing steps, if you want something special Rewards are not impossible."
"But? After you go out, can you do Nian'er a favor?"
Shen Shu said, "You say it."
"Before, Nian'er accompanied a brother to pick flowers in the Valley of Flowers. The brother said that he would give flowers to his important people."
Nian'er held the flower in her hand, and her pretty face showed a little sadness, "but later, that elder brother accidentally dropped the flower on the mountain? So Nian'er wants to ask you to help Nian'er return the flower to that elder brother. ."
Shen Shu listened, his eyes locked tightly on the blood-stained blue branch in Nian'er's hand, especially the dazzling blood on the flowers.
He felt his whole body's blood suddenly freeze, his voice trembled slightly, and he asked, "What did the elder brother you mentioned look like? Why did he drop flowers on the mountain?"
Nian'er didn't notice his strangeness, and only said: "That elder brother, who was very tall and handsome, was born like my emperor, Nian'er felt kind when he saw him... But his face was very pale, and he looked like he was sick? ."
"The sword that my emperor left behind suddenly started to lose his temper again, causing the ground to shake and the mountains to shake. My brother must have been injured and suddenly vomited blood and fell into a coma.
"Nian'er couldn't catch up, so he had to pick up the flowers. Nian'er remembers when his brother picked flowers, he once told Nian'er that he liked this flower very much, so even if his brother was injured and comatose, Nian'er thought, wait for his brother to wake up. After you come, if you find that the flower is missing, you will be very sad. So, I ask you to help Nian’er return the flower to brother after you go out.”
Nian'er said, walked a few steps, lifted the blue flower in her hand and handed it to Shen Shu.
But see that the other party has not taken the flower
She raised her head, but saw the red eyes of the young man in front of her.
It reminded her of seeing a male wolf who went mad after his partner was injured in the deep mountains and forests.
It seemed to carry an inexhaustible ferocity, and it seemed that he was about to shed blood and tears in the next second.
Nian'er looked at his expression and said cautiously.
"You… what's the matter with you?"