Stepping into the collapsed streets of Fangshe, looking up, you can see that the towering mountain walls are slowly dispersing into sand grains. Countless beast souls are roaring in the formation. He tried to make amends, but countless souls rushed out brazenly and disappeared into the sky.
The real Chixuan was speechless.
Why are there so many beasts in this small world fragment
"Master, don't worry, these guys are dead long ago, and their souls have been trapped for eight thousand years. Even if they escape, they will soon be detained by Tiandao and returned to the Six Paths of Samsara." The Yuanying cultivator who climbed out of the ruins comforted Chi Xuanren. .
Eight thousand years ago, when the immortals fought in the East China Sea, the land collapsed, the sky was dark and the sky was dark. The beasts of the many islands of the 100,000 Mountains fled in a hurry and became homeless. This formed a huge tide of beasts, which boldly advanced into the Western Wilderness Continent and swept across the land. More than a dozen tribes finally came to the outside of the Shuihuan Valley.
The gods, the ancient wilderness, the battle of catastrophe... How can all this be right or wrong
The vicissitudes of life, the calamity of life and death, and the ossification of sand.
In the sky, the silver light was dotted, and it flew in all directions across the snow.
Only the rotten animal bones, the remains of the magic weapon, and the broken silver bow were left on the spot.
Scattered in the Liuhe room, it was like sand and dust.
Life and death are endless, who says my truth is true.
Immortal Tianyan was still immersed in complex sadness, and suddenly a red-clothed figure swept out of the corner of his eyes.
Wide sleeves and wide robes, snow-free, long unbound black hair flowing on his forehead and shoulders, his face is not worldly. But no matter how extraordinary his aura was, how beautiful his appearance was, and the face between his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes surprised the real Tian Yan, who was good at this.
This person is different from Chen He in appearance, but in the details of facial features, the two are somewhat similar in appearance.
It is not blood relatives, but caused by the unanimous fate of the bones.
-Being able to eventually become the head of the Heluo Sect among thousands of people, in addition to strength, Tianyan Zhenren is of course skilled in all aspects of the Heluo Sect.
Just counting the eyes made Tianyan Zhenren's heart skip a beat.
When Chen He said "Senior Brother", the answer was almost ready to come out.
This is the last member of the Beixuan faction, the blood demon Shi Feng.
It is actually three calamities and nine hardships!
Shi Feng's rumors in the world of self-cultivation are really bad. He killed his teacher and killed his relatives. Before the world of self-cultivation could hold a Demon Suppression Conference, this person entered Heiyuan Valley by himself and disappeared for more than 20 years.
According to the memory of Tianyan Zhenren in his previous life, the Gorefiend never appeared again.
In this life, Shi Feng actually went out of Heiyuan Valley and became Chen He's senior brother. What happened? Tianyan Zhenren was puzzled: Is there a change or error in this life, or is Chen He also a disciple of Beixuan in the previous life, but few people know about it
Lenovo saw the scene of Venerable Liyan talking to the old man with long eyebrows outside Heiyuan Valley in his previous life. Tianyan Zhenren felt that the latter guess was very likely.
After Chen He called his senior brother, he bowed his head and stood motionless.
After decades of fighting on the mountain wall, Zhenyan Tianyan couldn't say that he was very familiar with the nemesis in his previous life, but he also knew a lot of Chen He's little habits.
With his left hand behind Chen He, he quietly clenched the hem of his clothes, which was a sign of his nervousness.
Master Tianyan couldn't help but look at Shi Feng with strange admiration.
How could Shi Feng care about a little Taoist priest of Jindan period, even if the little Taoist's eyes are a little strange, he is full of eyes full of his own junior brother: ragged clothes (including the old Taoist with long eyebrows, the people who came out of the small world fragments are like this), His hair was unkempt, and he was wearing a pair of boots given by Taoist Heluo Pai. The height has not changed, but it has become darker, and it has become thinner to the point where there is no flesh on the arms and waist.
Shi Feng frowned, and from Chen He's bruised calf, he saw the longbow that Chen He was holding in his right hand.
The body of the bow is blue and black, and it can be seen that it has been carefully refined.
Others don't know, but Shi Feng really understands that the small world fragment was not broken by him at all, but a response that made his true essence float, followed by a powerful and unparalleled force.
Shi Feng's gaze fell on a pile of fine sand scattered by the wind at Chen He's feet, where a broken silver bow lay quietly.
It is a magic weapon comparable to a fairy!
- I'm afraid it's still a natal instrument, the soul is immortal, and it will never be damaged.
Shi Feng vaguely understood, he raised his head to look for Changmei to ask, and was shocked to find that the old man had already run to the back of the real person Chi Xuan.
Master Chixuan tried his best to pretend that nothing had happened, and nodded to Shi Feng.
Shi Feng: …
Although the real person Chixuan's cultivation level is indeed a line higher than Changmei, but when faced with such a shameless old man who hides behind his apprentice, Shi Feng really can't do it in public and drag people out for questioning. matter.
The other Daoists from the Heluo faction who climbed out of the ruins were equally embarrassed, even more like a beggar than Chen He.
They took out the storage bags that kept the corpses of the same family, and some translucent souls were still staying beside them. There were low weeping sounds everywhere, causing the souls of the dead to try their best to comfort the living.
There is a spirit-turning cultivator who points at his soul and curses, this is a master.
There is also a deity-turning cultivator who kneels beside the corpse and weeps, and he can't coax him well. This is an apprentice.
In less than half an hour, the yin and yang are separated—even if the cultivator despises life and death, there are still seven emotions and sorrows before the sudden tragedy.
It was the mortals in the Thirteenth Square of Xicheng who cried more than the monks.
"First calm down, just say that there was a sudden movement in the middle of the night, and there were countless casualties-" Yuzhou County Commander Qin Meng said without hesitation, the shock just now, every household turned on the lights, and the city was in chaos.
The magic cultivators under Qin Meng ran into the ruins familiarly, looking for people to be dazed and ready to erase their memories.
"Wait a minute, I will send them to take them away and find another place to settle them." The real person Chi Xuan said, a little unbearable in his eyes, "I am afraid that decades have passed in the fragments of the small world."
No, among these surviving mortals, there are no young children, not even those under the age of thirty.
The elders are all dead, the fragments of the small world cannot communicate with the outside world, the souls of the dead have nowhere to go, they cannot enter the six realms of reincarnation, and there is no new life. Most people stared blankly at the ruins. When they were trapped in the fragments of the small world, they were still children, and their memories were not clear for a long time. Once they got it back, they supported the screaming old man at home, but they were at a loss for a while.
Qin Meng nodded with difficulty.
He is just a demon cultivator at the foundation-building stage. He usually just wants to meet the head of the Heluo faction and has no chance. How dare he scold that this is all caused by the Heluo faction's catching demons. After all, it's the eight-tailed fox. —
"Captain Qin seems to have something to say?" Real person Chixuan, with his eyesight, immediately saw what was wrong with Qin Meng.
"This..." Qin Meng gritted his teeth and said viciously, "Although I didn't know there were monsters like the eight-tailed fox, but after the arrival of the new governor of Yuzhou, Li Jun, I checked his records. There have been strange incidents of the demise of a small sect in the cultivation world or the inexplicable killing of a cultivator. It was less than ten days since the county guard Li came to Yuzhou, and this happened again, and I suspect that this must have something to do with the county guard."
"Really?" The real Chixuan narrowed his eyes and looked back at the long-browed Daoist.
The old man with long eyebrows patted the mustard seed magic weapon and whispered, "That demon fox is dead."
Only then did Master Chixuan feel relieved, and said to Qin Meng: "I'll leave this to Captain Qin. I'm not afraid of the cause and effect of these twists and turns, but the Heluo faction always has to give an explanation to the cultivation world."
Qin Meng responded to the matter, and Chen He, who overheard these words, tightened his bow fingers again.
—The Governor of Li County, Yuzhou
If it really has something to do with the newly replaced county governor in Yuzhou, if there is nothing wrong with the Chen family in Yunzhou, the governor of Chen does not need to leave Yuzhou at all, and the eight-tailed fox will not come to Yuzhou.
Chen He's heart was heavy, staring blankly at the ruins.
"Standing in front of me like this, still distracted?"
A familiar voice was deeply imprinted in his soul, and then Chen He was pressed on his chin by a warm hand and forced to raise his head.
Before Chen He didn't dare to look up at Shi Feng, of course there was a reason.
There is a slender scratch at the corner of his left eye, which is left by the black water spider, and there are several wounds on his forehead, all of which have been trapped in the fragments of the small world for many years, lacking elixir, and there is no cure.
Before the beast swarm, Chen He could keep his face and open his bow calmly and calmly, but under Shi Feng's sight, he was so nervous that he closed his eyes.
I didn't dare to look at my brother's face, for fear that he would get angry.
He didn't dare to look into his brother's eyes, afraid of Shi Feng's questioning, whose idea was the old man with long eyebrows to catch the fox demon.
After many years of hardship, he was huddled in the crevices of the mountain wall, and when he was wrapped in wounds, he was thinking about his senior brother outside, but when he really saw it, he could only stand there with a thousand emotions - he was Shi Feng's junior brother and also Due to Shi Feng's burden, Chen He was reluctant to let people see their relationship and Shi Feng's weakness in front of so many people.
He thought that Shi Feng would take him away quietly, but he didn't want to have a jaw ache, and then he was pulled into his arms again. Chen He's face was pressed against Shi Feng's chest. He was stunned. .
"Brother..."
Chen He held down Shi Feng's arm in embarrassment.
There are ruins here, but there are really a lot of people. His existence is exposed, which will cause trouble for the senior brother.
"In the later stage of Jindan, you want to beat me?" Shi Feng's arm, how could Chen He be able to push it now.
"No." Chen He found that he couldn't break free, so he had to lean against his senior brother's arms, and said uncomfortably, "In the small world fragment, I was a disciple of the Northern Profound Sect, and they found out. This matter can be big or small. , but it will definitely affect the senior brother to subdue the demonic forces outside, and the big snow-capped mountain is cool and Qianshan, and I don't know what will happen with the Beixuan secret treasure-"
However, Shi Feng interrupted him: "How many years have you been in the Fragment of the Small World?"
Chen He was stagnant and seemed even more embarrassed: "...for decades."
"How much is a dozen?"
"Forty." His voice was as low as a mosquito.
Chen He was worried about a lot of things. Among them, when he grew up, his senior brother would no longer watch over him like he did when he was young. He might even lose a secret book, and he would not see Shi Feng for a hundred years.
"It's so long." Shi Feng murmured, then let go of Chen He.
This action made Chen He even more uneasy.
After years of hard fighting, he was no longer a child. Of course, he found this kind of feeling strange - he felt uneasy when his brother held him before, but now he is still uneasy when he let go. So worrying about gains and losses, what's going on
Why did he seem to be unable to speak when he saw Shi Feng, whether it was cultivation, state of mind, or even reason.
Chen He was so ashamed by his poor performance that he couldn't hold his head up.
A hand touched Chen He's forehead, it was very warm.
"It's all over, Senior Brother is here."
Chen He trembled slightly, and two drops of water suddenly fell from the sand beside his feet.
The corners of his eyes swept to a short distance from Tian Yan's eyes, and Chen He's mouth was wide open. Chen He quickly wiped away his tears, and made another note for the Taoist priest in his heart.