is a dream.
Stepping Xianjun opened his eyes and found himself standing in a vast expanse of wilderness, the clouds were scarlet, pressed very low, and within reach. There are lush reeds growing around, floating and sinking. The reeds echoed with the voices of people, some people were laughing, some people were crying, and those voices were very light, like a gauze brush brushing the fingertips, and the touch of water.
He walked forward, startling the deep blue fireflies in the depths of the reed flowers, and then he saw a magnificent and peaceful river, more magnificent than any big river he had ever seen before, but the flow rate was extremely slow.
There were a few flat boats floating on the river, and the singing of the ferryman floated in the distance: "I entered Lei Yuan, and my limbs were smashed into mud. , the red ants are brilliant. Pecking at my belly, the vultures are boundless... Only the soul returns... Only the soul returns..."
Only the soul returns, yesterday is like running water.
He seems to be here before, when
Stepping Xianjun looked left and right, everything in front of him was so familiar, but thinking about it carefully, his mind was empty again.
"Hey you."
Suddenly someone spoke behind him.
He turned around abruptly, but saw nothing but Liu Ying.
The voice was hazy and illusory: "You go forward, I'm right in front."
Although it was annoying to be instructed to do things, he still couldn't hold back his curiosity and walked towards the depths of the reed flowers where the fireflies were flying with a sullen face.
Soon, he saw a dilapidated mill, a small courtyard overgrown with weeds, broken wood and tiles, and in the very center of the courtyard, sitting on the dark graphite, a man with his back turned to him. myself, looking at the sky.
"Who are you?"
Hearing his voice, the man did not turn back immediately, but sighed: "I may be the one to leave."
"Go? Where are you going?" Before waiting for the man to answer, he asked in a slightly manic mood, "Where is this place?"
"The other side of the soul." The man said, "Have you seen that river? Get on the bamboo raft and follow the waves all the way, and you will go to the underworld."
"… "
"It takes seven or eight years to be reincarnated. When you enter the door, there will be a guard who will measure your merits and demerits in your life. If you have sinned deeply, you will directly escort the eighteen layers of hell." Speaking of these after-death events, the man's tone was still gentle and gentle. , seems to be reliving something old.
"The first floor is called Nanke Township. There is a poor scholar who sells paintings, but he should not be poor now. I burned a lot of paper money for him later. There is also an old man who sells wontons. If you go inside, you will meet Going to a palace, it was built by the fourth prince of the ghost world, by the way, there is also a Shunfeng Building..."
"It's a mess." Ta Xianjun interrupted him impatiently, "What are you trying to say?"
The man was silent for a while, and suddenly asked: "Treading Xianjun, are you afraid of death?"
Stepping Xianjun sneered: "What is there to be afraid of."
"I used to think so too," the man said. "So, I chose to kill myself by taking poison. I used to think that I had nothing in this world and that I was not afraid of death."
After a pause, the man lowered his head.
"But I don't want to go now. He's still here, and I can't let him go."
After saying this, the man gently jumped from the graphite, and from the dark shadow, circled under the clear moonlight. The wind on the other side of the Soul River blew, and for a while there was a mist, and the fireflies gathered and scattered.
Step Xianjun's expression changed slightly: "...is it you?"
The ink burned towards him, and the heart was empty. It was a black hole with air leakage. His eyebrows and eyes were smooth, the bridge of his nose was high, and Zhou Zheng's face looked so heroic. He was almost the same as when Ta Xianjun first saw it in Jiaoshan, but at this moment he seemed much calmer, and he no longer had the confusion and fear at that time.
"How do you..."
"As you can see, I'm not alive."
"… "
"But I don't know why, I don't seem to be the same as others. The first seven has passed, but there is no black and white impermanence asking me to enter the underworld. I have been wandering here."
Step Xianjun narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You don't have to be nervous. My spiritual core is in your body, and I naturally can't live." Mo Ran turned his eyes to the mighty Soul River and whispered, "But I don't want to go... I want to go back."
Hearing what he said, Ta Xianjun was stunned at first, then raised his hand to caress his chest, and after a few silences, he suddenly twisted a slightly sinister smile: "Your spiritual core is here in this seat? That is to say ... Hua Binan succeeded? He did it, the seat will soon be free to come and go, and you can—"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by ink burning.
The ink burned his head and looked at him lightly: "Do you know who Hua Binan is?"
"… "
He walked towards Ta Xianjun, got closer, raised his fingers with white light scattered in nothingness, and lightly tapped between Ta Xianjun's eyebrows.
"Actually, it is useless to tell you. You have been manipulated by him here, and he will remove many things that are not conducive to his manipulation of you. However, since you still have a wisp of consciousness, you should remember some things. Well... don't be so ignorant and pushy."
I don't know why, at the moment when the ink burned and touched him, Ta Xianjun suddenly felt the pain in the skull, and it seemed that there were scattered fragments passing by at a high speed.
"what are you doing?!"
The ink burned and didn't answer, just held his face, very quiet, and looked at him sadly: "If you can know the truth of everything, that's fine."
"you… "
"Even if I leave, I can leave with peace of mind."
Ta Xianjun gritted his teeth and said: "What is the truth?! What a mess! You let this seat go!" As he said, he wanted to break free from the black ink burning, but his strength seemed to be wasted on cotton wool Up, the spell and legs passed through the translucent body of the man in front of him.
The ink burned his eyes and sighed softly: "You know what? I really want you to see my experience since my rebirth, and I want you to get all my memories."
"Perhaps because of my obsession, my soul was not taken away, so I can see you here."
He said, leaned forward, and pressed his forehead against Ta Xianjun's forehead.
"Go back." He murmured softly, "Let go of yourself."
Hearing this sentence that was too similar to the previous life of Chu Wanning before he died, Tread Xianjun was shocked, but before his anger had time to vent, a bloody scene flashed in front of him.
He saw the ghost world crack again.
In the catastrophe that changed his life, everyone was overwhelmed and crying.
Treading the Immortal Monarch fluttered like a paper kite, wandering in the air, with a crowd of crying, stench of blood and severed limbs under his feet. He looked around, what about the teacher? Where is the teacher...
He couldn't find it, he couldn't find it, his heart was on fire, he was furious—and suddenly, he stopped.
In the smoke, a familiar figure was moving. Stepping on Xianjun flying over, he was surprised to see that it was himself in his youth. Unconscious and dying.
What's going on here
As if answering him, Ta Xianjun saw that the picture changed, and someone carried his broken body and crawled with difficulty in the sea of corpses.
who is it
Those bloody hands... Whose are they
Who is that person who can't even crawl, but still refuses to let go and drags him tightly
Stepping on Xianjun low and flying low, he coiled around the two people, he stared at the blood-soaked man whose face was indistinguishable - in the end, he saw it clearly, but it was like being killed by thunder.
"Chu nightning...?"
How is it possible... how is it possible!
There seemed to be someone howling in anger. Although the voice was distant, the man's anger was like a bayonet. Roaring: "The long-order blood is not exhausted, that's the way he takes you home!"
"Observing the enchantment is a twin, how much you are injured, so does he."
"How can you say he doesn't save you...how can you say he doesn't save you..."
Cold all over.
Ta Xianjun suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were red, he stared at Mo Weiyu in front of him, and gritted his teeth: "What are you showing this seat?! So... ridiculous!"
He was full of anger, but the eyes he met made him abruptly startled.
The ink burned and stared at him, and the dark and quiet eyes were actually wet: "I have tried my best to give my memory to you."
"Who wants to see what happened to you and him?! Who wants to know what has happened since your rebirth! You are stealing your life, you have failed the teacher... You are not the same as this seat!" He was almost furious, "Who wants you to make up your own mind? ? Go away!"
The anger that countless people are terrified of, but in the eyes of Mo Ran, it can't cause any waves.
Mo Ran looked at him, and his eyes were even pitiful. He stood in front of Step Xianjun, and from the corner of his robe, a golden flame suddenly ignited, and his illusory body melted little by little in this flame. Turn into a little firefly.
"Actually, you don't need to tell me, I should go too."
"I used my soul power to give you all my memories. This is against the sky, and I don't know what will happen to me in the end." Speaking of this, Mo Ran paused and smiled, " It may be rejected by the six realms of reincarnation, or it may be directly sentenced to the endless hell."
"… "
"I thought about the best possibility." Mo Ran said, "Maybe my soul can follow the spiritual core and melt into your body together."
He didn't care what he said before, but when he heard this, he suddenly frowned: "Don't even think about it!"
The ink burned and looked at him with a smile: "Are you afraid?"
"What's so scary about this seat?" Ta Xianjun was greatly offended and narrowed his eyes, "But this body belongs to this seat, you can't even think about occupying a magpie's nest!"
The ink burned and sighed: "You just don't want to accept some facts."
"… "
"You don't want to accept truths that I've admitted and you've ignored."
"you shut up!"
The ink burned and looked at him calmly, the phantom disappeared faster and faster, and spread to the waist, abdomen, and chest in an instant... Before disappearing, he raised his hand and tried to touch the temples of Step Xianjun. But Stepping Xianjun took a step back in disgust as if he was caught by something highly poisonous.
Seeing him like this, the ink burned and just smiled, but the little golden light in his body was like a moth, and suddenly rushed to the chest of the Xianjun - but he felt that there was a familiar force in his body recovering, that power So fiery and hot, like a molten stream under a rock.
It was a power that he felt at ease, but also terribly disgusted with.
"You can never dream of merging your soul with this seat..."
"No one wants to leave, and I have to try my best to make one last attempt."
Stepping Xianjun tends to be furious: "Get out of this seat!"
But Mo Ran just stared at him: "I'm sorry. In the end, I still have to compete with you for this body."
"… "
"If only your instincts could recover."
"Let's be Mo Weiyu." The golden flame quickly burned to his fingertips, and then engulfed the young and handsome face, "Don't be a treading fairy."
The voice fell.
ashes...
At the same time, the secret room of Tianyin Pavilion was instantly illuminated by the dazzling golden light, as bright as day, so that the teacher could not open his eyes for a while. He suddenly raised his robe sleeves to cover his face, and after a long time, the strong light slowly extinguished.
The teacher has never encountered such a situation before, and he suddenly waved his sleeves and looked into the ice coffin with a pale face-
Suddenly, he met a pair of black to purple eyes.
Stepping Xianjun sat up slowly from the coffin, his face was ice-white, and his lips had not recovered blood. He seemed to be carved out of cold jade, condensed from a secluded spring, and even the black robe embroidered with gold threads was covered in cold mist, and the brilliance seemed to freeze on him.
Stepping Xianjun raised his hand, his slender and pale fingertips rested on the edge of the coffin, and then he turned his eyes and his eyes fell on the teacher.
"… "
Rao knew that he was his master, but under the gaze of such Senhan, the teacher still involuntarily took a half step back.
"You..." The throat is moving, and the teacher is calm, "I finally woke up."
Step Xianjun did not answer, his face was extremely gloomy, even more unpredictable than before.
He was panting, his back was soaked in cold sweat, and Zongshi Mo's last smile was still shaking in front of his eyes. He closed his eyes and tried to perceive whether there were unnecessary three souls and six souls in his body, but it was obviously not possible by feeling. got the answer.
The teacher stood next to him and saw that his expression was different, and he quickly stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, reciting the mantra silently in his mouth, soothing the restlessness in the heart of Xianjun.
"How is it?" After a round of Zhenling Mantra, the teacher stared at his face and asked.
Stepping Xianjun did not answer immediately. After a long time, he raised his hand and moved his five fingers. The well-trimmed fingernails were like frozen ice, impervious to the slightest blood.
He got up from the coffin.
"I seem to have had a very long dream..." Ta Xianjun said the first sentence in a hoarse voice.
The teacher's eyes are very vigilant: "It's all fake."
The emperor's black robe was like clouds, and his gold threads were like water. He stepped out of the coffin with a gloomy expression: "I think so too."
He stared at the teacher, and the teacher also stared at him. After a while, the teacher whispered tentatively: "Do you still remember who you are?"
"… "
A little silence.
The cold and handsome man seemed to chuckle a little, and his thin lips opened and closed: "Why don't you remember. Stepping on the Immortal Emperor, the ink is burning and the ink is raining."
He paused slightly, lowered his eyelashes, and gave a lazy salute to the teacher who was stretched to the extreme: "I would like to serve the master."
There seemed to be a flash of ecstasy in the eyes of the teacher, but he still did not dare to relax, he took out a spar from the Qiankun bag. That thing shone with azure brilliance and had a strange appearance. It was the strongest spar used to test the cultivator's spiritual power.
His throat was twitching, and with some kind of earnest anticipation, he walked over and handed the spar to the hands of Ta Xianjun.
"Can you light it up?"
"..." Step Xianjun glanced at the stone coldly, and said slowly, "What's so difficult." The voice fell, and his fingers were already clenched, and the meridians in his hands burst violently.
Only in an instant, the most powerful spiritual current in the world was poured into it, and the spar was instantly shining, not to mention that there were even fissures on the surface.
The teacher held his breath, his eyes stared at the stone, and he did not move for a while.
Suddenly, a crisp sound of "pop" was heard, and the stubborn green stone burst and shattered between the pale and narrow fingers of Ta Xianjun, and then was shaken to ashes by the fierce spiritual power—
into ashes! !
"What is this?" Step Xianjun casually puffed a pinch of powder between his fingers and sneered, "Not playing around."
The teacher suddenly loosened, he took a few steps back, and almost sat down on the stone bench beside him.
This... is the strongest combat power in the world... At this moment, is it finally back to him
The teacher couldn't hold back, the tremors changed from subtle to violent, and the dim light in the stone room reflected his peerless face, is it ecstasy? Or relieved? The light swayed, and the light was not so clear, even treacherous.
After a long time, I saw the teacher buried his face in his hands and murmured in a low voice: "Mother, did you see it? I did it."
He suddenly seemed a little crazy, got up suddenly, moved towards the empty four walls, towards the stone room where there was no third person except him and Ta Xianjun, and shouted almost hoarsely: "Did you see it? It's almost time. Did you all see it?"
No one should talk to him, he laughed out loud in this empty secret room, and when he laughed and laughed, tears fell down—it was a drop of golden tears.
It is exactly the same as Song Qiutong, the former sphenoid beauty.