Stepping Xianjun stood in the high sky, the black robe was like splashing ink.
He narrowed his eyes, his long sleeves were blown into chaos, and the spiritual power in his palm was like a dragon swallowing the sun, suddenly tearing apart the visible cold fog and the invisible time and space—
"boom!"
Suddenly there was a loud noise, and a bolt of lightning slashed like a sharp blade, shattering the sky in an instant!
It was a little dead, and then, the Tianchi water was pouring back and forth, the Kunlun snow was bursting, the yellow clouds were rolling, and the wind was blowing in the sky... Once, Chu nightning came to this red dust, only tore a tiny trace, and then the teacher After painstakingly repaired the trace, he also came to this world.
But the two time-space splits were only minor traumas, and they would soon be restored to their original state by the power of Hongmeng. Even on the Jiaoshan Mountain, Xu Shuanglin opened a big sky crack with the help of the five divine soldiers, it was only temporarily breaking the barrier between the two red dust.
But this time, the cracks that were torn open by the ink burning were completely different from the previous ones. The sky was filled with scarlet red for an instant, and at the same time, two suns and two moons were rising, glowing with a weak corpse-white light, hanging high above the dome.
From Jiangnan to Mobei, from Haijiao to Tianya. For a time, almost everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at this strange and terrifying celestial phenomenon.
Impermanence Town. The babbling child was crying, and was hugged tightly by his mother, who kissed his face and coaxed in a low voice: "Don't cry, don't cry, baby is good, auntie is here, auntie is here ."
Yangzhou City. The old woman with goosebumps trembled on crutches, hunched over her body, and said in a hoarse voice, "This...how come there are two moons and two suns in the sky... Heaven, God, what the hell is this? what's going on..."
Flying Flower Island. Sun Sanniang raised her eyebrows and stood on the shore with her akimbo on her hips. She sternly ordered everyone to enter the house and turn off the lights to escape. She also asked the domestic servants to bring all the homeless old, weak, sick and disabled to the house to settle down.
She stared at the vision in the sky, fire flashing in her eyes.
Not to mention Gu Yueye, Huohuang Pavilion, Wusei Temple, these major sects, whether they want to accept it or not, almost all monks clearly understand one thing at this moment:
The door of life and death in time and space has really opened.
The ink burns the air, and the eyes are full of blood, and the pupils are flashing with a fierce and crazy light.
He was fascinated by Shi Mingjing several times. He was alive and dead, dead and alive, his memory was even more fragmented, and there was only a wisp of consciousness in his body to support him.
Therefore, his whole person is crazy, even more unreasonable than before.
Destruction.
Soon, half of the country was covered by this black flowing cloud, Ta Xianjun raised his head and laughed - but what was he laughing at
He didn't know, didn't know.
The mind is in a mess, and only the orders from the master are constantly circling in the mind.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the layer of crystal clear barrier under the rolling black clouds, a sneer twisted between his lips and teeth, then raised his hand and said in a low voice: "No return."
Not to return.
Stepping Xianjun's fingertips rubbed the knife one by one, polishing it.
Immediately afterwards, he slashed towards the barrier between the two red dusts! !
A moment of silence—
Suddenly, the hinterland roared, and everything was running.
The door of life and death in time and space was finally and completely opened by him, cut off, and smashed.
In an instant, the mountains and rivers changed color.
His ferocious and domineering spiritual power and the breath of divine martial arts of no return have widened the gap so thoroughly that it will never be possible to seal it within a hundred years!
Mission accomplished.
Standing on the crack of the sky where the wind was gusting, Treading Immortal Jun squinted for a moment, then looked back at the red dust, paused, turned and stepped into the world that really belonged to him—
When the whistling wind in his ears ceased, he raised his eyes.
In front of him was a vast expanse of whiteness. He returned to the world where he called himself emperor and king. Back to the Kunlun Snow Palace in the previous life.
"His Majesty."
"We welcome the return of His Majesty the Emperor."
He was standing on the vast snow field of Zhen Zhen, and a large number of people rushed towards him, kneeling on the snow one after another like a tidal wave, kneeling three times and nine times, and kowtow to him.
Ta Xianjun didn't say a word, his hawk-like eyes stared at the row of monks, all of them wrapped in black cloaks.
There is no end in sight, these people have spread to the foot of the mountain.
The leader was a trembling old man, and the Shuofeng was blowing his gray forehead. It was Duke Liu who had served him for many years.
In the year Ta Xianjun died, Liu Gong, like other palace servants, was sent back to his hometown. I thought that everything would end here, but it didn't take long for a medicinal sect named Hua Binan to emerge from the sky, revealing his blue-faced fangs, and actually turned the corpse of Ta Xianjun into a living dead person to control.
However, this living dead man retained a certain emotion and will, and was very dissatisfied with the dumb servant Hua Binan sent to serve him. It was not until Hua Binan retrieved the old palace servants of Wushan Temple that he would just let it go.
Later, Hua Binan disappeared from the world for some reason that Lao Liu did not know, leaving only the emperor alone, who could not survive but die.
After a long time, no matter how stupid Rao is, he can see that the emperor has always been manipulated, and Lao Liu is no exception. But he is an echinoderm old man with half of his neck buried in loess, so what can he do
He has no relatives or reasons, and his friends have long since died. He can only take serving the Emperor Stepping as his last sustenance, and he is old and dull.
It is precisely because of this sustenance that when Duke Liu saw him again, there was both joy and sorrow in his eyes. In the end, it seemed more real than others.
Ta Xianjun moved his lips: "Old Liu."
"Your Majesty." Liu Gongchang stumbled, "Your Majesty is finally back."
"...Do you know?" When Ta Xianjun said these words, he didn't realize that he was like a child who was eager to share the good news with his elders, "I saw him again in this seat."
Duke Liu was startled: "... Master Chu?"
"Well, I met many times. The spiritual core of this seat has also been restored. When the important things are completed, this seat can-"
Xu Shi saw his excited shadow from the old man's turbid eyes, Ta Xianjun stopped abruptly, and swept around the people kneeling around him a little embarrassedly.
Fortunately, no one dared to laugh at him.
He pursed his lips and let himself become cold and dignified again. Flicking his sleeves, he said, "Okay. Don't kneel. Get up and go back to Wushan Hall with your seat."
Yujian all the way back to the middle of Shu, he was dead in his eyes, and there were ten rooms and nine empty spaces.
There are not too many living people left in this red dust, and he has long been used to it. It's just that after staying in another world for a while, seeing the liveliness of people coming and going again, and returning to this hell on earth, it will still be a little lonely.
That night, he opened a jar of aged pear blossoms and drank alone in the empty Wushan Hall.
Since he obtained Master Mo's spiritual core, his body has recovered a lot, and he can do many things that only living people can do. Such as drinking, such as eating. But no matter how he repaired it, the corpse was still a corpse, and the taste he could taste on the tip of his tongue was actually nothing like the 30% he had before he was alive.
Still, he was satisfied with it.
After three rounds of drinking, he was slightly intoxicated. He propped his forehead and lay on the soft couch, reminiscing about some past events in a boring way. These past events are actually not happy, and they are always melancholy when they are used for wine.
He didn't want to think about it before, but now he's not afraid.
The two mortals have been connected, and no matter how much the unpleasant past is, it will soon change. He squinted, Xiu narrowed his fingers around the red spikes on the jug, and he muttered: "Chu Wanning..."
He got up and simply went to the long-covered red lotus water pavilion. As soon as he arrived at the door, he bumped into Liu Gongjing coming out. Seeing each other, both of them were stunned.
"Your Majesty is safe."
Stepping Xianjun asked: "Why are you here?"
As he spoke, his eyes fell on a basket of rags, feather dusters and other sundries that Duke Liu was carrying.
"Cleaning?"
Liu Lao sighed: "Yes, I don't know when Your Majesty will want to come again. I am afraid that things will rot and go bad if I don't use them for a long time, so I pack them every day." Liu Lao paused, "It's still the same as before, Your Majesty. go in."
Ta Xianjun suddenly didn't know what to say.
He walked alone to the lotus pond, which was filled with spirit, so Fang Fei stayed there. In the depths of the lotus flower, there were frogs who didn't know the spring and autumn chirping. He tilted his head and listened for a while, and slowly remembered that there was an afternoon at this bridge too. Intrigued, he took Chu Wanning and kissed the man's forehead involuntarily on the bridge.
At that time, the relationship between them didn't seem to be much tender except for sex and love. This sudden kiss didn't mean the slightest bit of affection, so Chu nightning was a little surprised.
The cicadas on the trees chirped three or two times, and the frogs in the pond did not show weakness.
Looking at the slightly widened phoenix eyes, he felt more and more interesting, so he said, "If there is nothing left or right, why not play a game for entertainment?"
Before Chu nightning refused, he put his finger on the other's lips: "Shh. Listen to this seat."
"… "
"Let's make a bet. After this seat counts to ten, if the frogs in the courtyard croak, even if you lose, you have to bring a pot of sour plum soup to this seat. If the cicadas on the tree chirp first, even if This seat loses, this seat… take you down the mountain to relax.”
Going down the mountain is indeed a great temptation. Chu nightning didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but after getting along day and night, Stepping Xianjun had already clearly grasped his softness, and the conditions he proposed made him unable to refuse at all.
The handsome man smiled: "Then, is it started?"
"one two Three… "
The low and deep voices flowed slowly, and both of them listened to the frogs or cicadas, but the emperor in the world probably had bad luck. When he started to count, the cicadas became more and more lively, but the frogs lazily closed. With a sound, there is a great meaning to die.
"Eight, nine..." The further back you count, the more procrastination. It was too obvious to drag it to the end to be a rogue, causing Chu nightning to turn his head and look at him coldly.
Stepping Xianjun is really cheeky. When he is looked at like this, he simply stops at "nine", instead of counting down, he asks Chu Wanning: "Do you think this frog is dead?"
"… "
"Otherwise, why isn't it called."
"… "
"Wait a minute, this seat will see if it's still alive, otherwise it's not fair." He said, picked up a stone from the ground, and threw it at the green-skinned frog that was obviously alive-
"ten!"
"Cuck!"
The frog was frightened, jumped into the pond with a thud, and the ripples and the sound of the frog floated together. Stepping Xianjun laughed, rubbing off the mud on his fingers, and said to Chu Wanning: "You lose. The first call is frog."
Chu nightning fluttered his sleeves and wanted to leave, but his cuffs were pulled. He was in a good mood when he got the cheap Ta Xianjun, and the fragrance of the lotus pond was floating. He ignored the anger of the other party and said with a smile: "The sour plum soup needs to be iced, especially the iced kind."
"Do you still want a face?" Chu nightning said almost gritted his back molars.
"That thing can't relieve summer heat, what's the use of coming." Ta Xianjun said, poking his forehead, "Go, remember to put less sugar."
Probably because I was in a really good mood that day. After drinking a pot of ice-cold sour plum candy under the scorching hot sun, even the croaking of frogs could not be said to be pleasant to the ear.
In the evening, he suddenly said to Chu Wanning: "It will be three years soon."
"what?"
Seeing his reaction, the emperor's young face was slightly displeased: "I'm an emperor. It's almost three years since this seat is called an emperor."
While stepping on Xianjun, he tried his best to find a little bit of waves in the eyes of Chu Wanning, but the result was very frustrating. He wrinkled his nose slightly, a little gloomy and a little unwilling. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly said, "You have been with this seat for three years."
"… "
"Because this pot of iced plum soup tastes good, I will take you down the mountain for a walk. But you can't go far, it's in the town of impermanence."
The carriages and horses are ready, and the bamboo curtains, cool pillows, tea cups and folding fans are readily available.
Standing in front of the main entrance of the top of life and death, which has been expanded three times, stepping on Xianjun touched the gold emerald forehead ring worn by the white horse, and turned his face to Chu nightning and said: "Is it familiar? The carriage that I put there is not in the way, and I didn't teach anyone to throw it away."
Chu nightning did not show any joy, but he stepped on the yellow sour branch pedal as before, and opened the bamboo curtain and entered the compartment.
The servant was stunned and turned his head to look at the Emperor Treading Immortal under the sunset.
This man has a gloomy personality. It is common for him to kill innocent people indiscriminately regardless of the reason. I really don't know what kind of courage that Master Chu has.
But what the servants didn't expect was that Ta Xianjun didn't seem to mind this. He even narrowed his eyes and smiled with interest: "Look, this person still thinks he is Elder Yuheng."
Just as he was about to follow him into the car, a woman's soft and delicate voice suddenly came from behind.
The woman called softly, "A burning."