Wushan Hall is also the former Danxin Hall. After Ta Xianjun took the throne, he adjusted the layout and divided it into three areas: the front hall, the atrium, and the rear hall.
The two brothers of the Mei family did not go in directly. They stood at the door. When Xue Meng followed, the elder brother told him: "This palace is not right, there is a miasma in it."
"What is a miasma?"
Mei Hanxue explained: "It is a kind of fragrant mist and miasma similar to Qimen Dunjia. There is a plum forest in the Snow Palace, and it does not dissipate all year round."
Xue Mengqing asked with a face: "What role can it play?"
"It will make the intruder find the way." Mei Hanxue said, "This kind of miasma has no effect on your own people, but for the intruder, it will distort the scene and make people unable to find the real entrance and exit. You You know what the common people say about the ghost hitting the wall, it's probably this kind of thing."
Xue Meng: "..."
Mei Hanxue said coldly: "They are delaying time. I'm afraid someone is fighting in the apse."
Mei Hanxue asked, "What should I do? Can I get around it?"
Mei Hanxue glanced at him: "You have lived in the Snow Stepping Palace for more than 20 years, you ask me?"
"... Cough." When the younger brother was a little embarrassed, he turned his head to Xue Meng and said, "There is no way, I can only go in and find the source of the miasma and disperse it." Glancing at Xue Meng's face, he said with relief, "But don't worry. , This is what I am best at. I often use the Merlin on the back mountain of the Snow Palace to hide from the female nuns who come to find trouble. Give me a stick of incense and it should be able to break it."
When he mentioned this, his eldest brother's face turned black, and his voice was icy.
"You really have the face to say it."
Xue Meng was not in the mood to listen to their gossip at the moment. He took two steps forward and pushed open the door of the front hall of Wushan Hall with a "squeak".
Like a specter opening his stinky mouth, the carved lacquer red door slowly opened, and the lights and candles inside were on and off, empty and silent. Xue Meng stepped in, and he could really feel a faint floral fragrance in the air.
When he turned around, the Mei brothers were gone. Before the miasma dissipated, the three people would see different scenes, and no one could see the other.
At this time, a familiar voice suddenly came from the high throne in the hall.
"Xue Meng..."
The gloomy wind was blowing, and the black gauze curtain fluttered. Xue Meng was shocked and shouted: "Ink burning?!"
The voice sighed, "Is that you? Are you here?"
Xue Meng's throat twitched, tightened his back, raised his sword and walked towards the depths of the dimly lit hall—
The tip of the sword lifted the heavy curtain, and he saw it.
Sitting high, a handsome, pale man was closing his eyes. The man was sitting leaning on the Rong Jinhua chair, wearing a crown of nine pearls. The eyebrows are dark and stern, and the nose bone is high, but the curvature is very delicate. A pair of light-colored lips pursed, and there was not much expression.
It is Treading Xianjun.
Ta Xianjun's complexion is very poor, and there is a little blue in the white body, as if poisoning after taking the poison. In front of him were some fruit plates. The grapes on the plate were dark purple, the apples were thin and crimson. He doesn't look.
hallucinations? reality
The points are not so real. Xue Meng was buzzing in his head, and when he returned to his senses, he heard himself saying: "Ink burning, you..."
Ta Xianjun didn't seem to wake up from the light sleep, still closed his eyes, but responded: "... what?"
Maybe the man in front of him is too weak, or maybe in the rainstorm, Xue Meng has vented his endless anger. At this time, facing the illusion on the high seat, exhaustion is better than anger.
He doesn't know if the ink burns will answer, and he doesn't know what the meaning of this is. He just murmured numbly, asking the questions that piled up in his chest and almost crushed him:
"Why do you do this... Are you reborn? You... You and Master... You really... "
Of course, Step Xianjun didn't answer. He just snorted softly, and then slowly opened the eyelashes.
In the dim light, he glanced at Xue Meng: "After all, since the Kunlun Snow Palace farewell, you and Master have not seen each other for two years."
Xue Meng froze for a moment: "What?"
Stepping Xianjun smiled and said to himself: "Xue Meng, do you miss him?"
Xue Meng was stunned and asked: "What is Kunlun's Snow Palace, what hasn't been seen for two years, what's in a mess?!"
The blurry illusion in front of me is actually the last conversation with Xue Meng in the past when Mo Ran took the poison and committed suicide.
The blindness was born at will, and it happened by coincidence that the situation in the previous life before the separation and death of the two people was born.
But Xue Meng didn't know it at this time. He was dazed and resentful, anxious and frightened. He stared at the man in the seat and asked, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Ta Xianjun's eyes looked at him, but he didn't seem to look at him.
It seems to be looking at another shadow that does not exist through this real Xue Meng.
He and the shadow were talking to themselves: "Give it back to you? Stupid words. You don't even think about it. Master and I have such a deep hatred, how could I allow him to live in this world."
Xue Meng stopped.
Right... This is an illusion, even if he doesn't say a word, Step Xianjun will keep talking. He was talking to someone he couldn't see.
What is he talking about
Buzzing in the ears, Xue Meng didn't remember much because he didn't understand the sentences spoken by Step Xianjun. But the eyes of the man on the throne are so crazy and cold, paranoid and contradictory, which makes Xue Meng feel cold all over - this is not his brother. He doesn't recognize it.
Ta Xianjun is still embarrassed: "You want to remind me that he once beat me to the bottom of my body and made me kneel and confess in front of everyone. Still want to remind me that he once stood in my way for you and for unrelated people. In front of you, how many times have you blocked my good things and ruined my great career?"
This tyrant is like a wandering dragon with blind eyes and broken claws, exhausted in the mud and retaining his last ferocity.
He kept talking, like crazy, like crazy. He looked vicious, but he was exhausted.
He said, "A master-student session. His corpse is parked in the red lotus waterside pavilion in Nanfeng. It was lying in a lotus flower, well preserved, like falling asleep."
He added: "His corpse is maintained by my spiritual power, so that it will not rot. If you miss him, don't waste your time with me here, and hurry up before I die."
Xue Meng stepped up the long steps, Xue Huang clenched in his hand, sweating: "What are you talking about..."
Who died in the last life
Whose body is in the red lotus pavilion
Whose corpse has to rely on the spiritual power of Stepping Immortal Emperor to maintain it so that it will never rot... Who
In fact, from the words of Stepping Xianjun, from the tomb he saw in front of Tongtian Tower, Xue Meng already had the answer in his heart. But his mind seemed to be filled with ice slag, and his upper and lower lips and teeth kept bumping because of the trembling.
who died... who died! !
He suddenly twisted his eyes and rushed to the temple. He reached out and pulled the ink-burning clothes, but his five fingers went straight through the illusion.
Ta Xianjun's face was immersed in his hand, and he said hoarsely: "Go. Go and see him. If it's too late, I will die, and once the spiritual power is cut off, he will become ashes."
The voice fell, the man closed his eyes in frustration, the poison had already attacked.
And Xue Meng opened his eyes wide and trembled—
How did this all come to be? What kind of absurdity has happened in this red dust
"You killed him?"
Xue Meng's voice was rustling, and he wanted to destroy him, "You killed him?"
"… "
"Have you been clear about everything since you were reborn, do you actually know everything?"
Naturally no one will answer him, but Xue Meng still asks.
There are many answers in this world. Knowing it will not make people happy, it will only make people suffer.
The cruel truth and the gentle lie, which is love and which is hate
"If you know...why are you lying to us? Brother...how can you bear it...how can you bear it..."
In front of him is the face of the other party that is almost convulsing, and no one will look good when the poison attacks. Blood dripped from the corner of Ta Xianjun's mouth, he stood up, stood up staggeringly, and staggered towards the outside of the hall.
"Where are you going?"
Xue Meng reached out to the phantom.
"you want-"
Suddenly, the five fingers fell into a ball of warmth.
Xue Meng was agitated, and the fragrance of the flowers in the nose disappeared, and what was smashed was the black and golden back that was walking towards the sunset and dusk.
"Ink burning?!"
There is no ink burning.
The confusion disappeared, Xue Meng's eyes and expressions were very dazed and broken, dreams and illusions, past lives and present lives, which one is real and which is fake? The door of life and death in time and space is cracked, and the former red dust and their world are in chaos. What is really happening, which ink burning is the real ink burning, and which one is the real self
The broken look on his thin face was so pitiful that even his eyes were dazed.
After a long time, the eyes gradually gathered.
In the brown pupils, the figure of Mei Hanxue is reflected.
"Wake up." Mei Hanxue let go of his hand and flicked on his forehead, Xue Meng was in pain.
"ended."
"… "
Xue Meng froze for a while before he finally recovered. He was almost exhausted and murmured: "I'm sorry..."
Mei Hanxue pursed her lips: "There's nothing to be sorry for. This kind of confusion is very mysterious. The more serious you are, the more terrifying it becomes."
Xue Meng raised his eyes and looked at him with some moist black eyes.
He actually didn't like talking to Mei Hanxue, but the person in front of him at the moment was like the only real and stable existence in a delusion. He couldn't help but say hoarsely: "What about you? What did you see?"
Mei Hanxue didn't answer immediately. After a moment's pause, she smiled: "Thousands of girls who have harmed thousands of girls in the past ten years. Alas, what a gentle village meat and silk array, really worrying."
"… "
At this moment, they suddenly heard an earth-shattering explosion from the apse.
Mei Hanxue's eyes froze, and she pulled her sword and said, "Let's go."
Xue Meng and Mei Hanxue followed one after another, crossing the rainy atrium, they came to the apse, and first saw a white-gold Man Li figure swimming on the roof of Langya. The figure saw the three intruders, his footsteps condensed, and his eyes dropped. A rumble of thunder lit up her face.
Mei Hanxue raised her eyebrows and said coldly, "Mu Yanli?"
A stern shout came from the front: "Sister Mu ignore them and run away!"
Mu Yanli heard the sound, and although he was unwilling, he quickly swept away. When Xue Meng and the others arrived, the apse was in a state of dilapidation, with broken wood and tiles everywhere, fire licking the broken beams, and the silk curtains were burning, and the innumerable red tongues spit out letters in the sky. , black smoke billows like a tide.
In this market place, two swept white shadows slashed and slashed against each other, the astral wind splashed, and the sparks exploded! The shadows of the two were as fast as lightning, and they collided and separated in the air.
I could only hear the clanging of metal fronts, golden light and blue light flashed one after another, bricks and tiles were lifted with a bang, and a thick giant tree in the gravel, sand and mud woke up like a crouching dragon, rolling high up. On the other side, a blue wave condensed by spiritual energy gushed out from under the dilapidated gold brick, surging violently.
Figures swish, one left and one right stood on the top of the giant tree and the top of the wave.
Xue Meng suddenly paled: "Master!"
No matter what the truth is, it is Xue Meng's instinct to worry about Chu Wanning in crisis.
Mei Hanxue squinted her eyes, facing the wisps of water mist, and muttered, "Shi Mingjing..."
The two people who hit the storm one after another are the former master and apprentice Chu Wanning and Shi Mingjing.
But the strange thing is that Shi Mingjing's whole body is wrapped in a layer of powerful spiritual current that clearly belongs to the Emperor Treading Immortal. The skin exposed to the air is covered with black incantations, and the meridians are even more violent and terrifying.
Xue Meng rushed up: "What's going on?!! Teacher, teacher-"
With a bang, Xue Meng was thrown out of the decisive battle circle. He barely got up, only to see a golden Begonia barrier falling in front of him.
Chu nightning looked very bad, and said: "Don't come here."
Mei Hanxue took a few steps forward and stood next to Xue Meng. He stared at the strange and powerful spiritual power flow of the teacher and frowned: "... Strange. He used his own water system tricks, but it was all other things. The power of one person."
Just a moment's pause, Chu nightning and Shi Mingjing fought with each other like lightning. At this moment, the spiritual power of both of them has been completely released, and the powerful aura forced the other three people to breathe. .
The willow vines flew under the feet of the Beidou Xianzun, holding the golden sword Huaisha in his hand, the sword light flashed, illuminating his sharper eyes than the sword, he was as light as a swallow, and he slammed the sword towards the teacher!
"Chu nightning!!"
The anger of the teacher is almost twisted.
"I've never killed you in two lifetimes - you treat me like this?!"
With a bang, he raised his hand and made a seal, and a dark blue barrier was suddenly opened in front of the teacher, holding back the attack of Chu nightning.
However, if you look closely, you can see that the barrier was not born out of thin air, but was blocked by a scabbard sword—it was no return! The teacher's body is full of tyrannical spirits who step on Xianjun, so that if he does not return, he admits the wrong master, and he listens to his call and works for him.
Chu nightning's eyes were dark, and he said: "No, you have killed me in both lifetimes."
The golden sword was withdrawn, and Li Li was shining, and there were faint cracks on the barrier formed by the teacher. But seeing Chu night Ning volleyed back, kicked his long legs towards the crack, swept back with strength, and then threw Huaisha in his hand at him! I only heard the sound of thunder, and the sky just rolled over the rumbling black clouds. In the storm and thunder of the turbulent Kyushu, Huaisha slammed through the enchantment of the teacher!
The teacher raised the non-return block, but he was not Mo Weiyu after all.
He couldn't carry Huaisha's power, so Mo Dao came out of his hand and slammed into the ground. Immediately afterwards, the Shenwu Golden Sword stabbed Shimei's chest!
"Well..." The teacher reluctantly avoided, but avoided the key point of the heart, but could not avoid other places, only the sound of the brush was heard, blood splashed, Huaisha penetrated the shoulders of the teacher, and the blood returned. Chu night Ning palm.
The teacher suddenly fell back to the ground and fell into the broken bricks, but he still tried his best to cover the wound and get up.
Extreme anger and hideousness flashed in his eyes: "Why are you blocking me! What's the use of blocking me?! People who stop me from dying will be able to live? Stop me and your days will be comfortable? Stop me and these two Can the world return to the past!!”
Chu nightning swept down from a height, pointed toes, and then stood in the debris.
He was soaked all over, with injuries and blood, his expression was indifferent, and he was less like Chu Wanning than ever.
What he just said was true.
The Eight Sufferings and Eternal Sorrow devoured his lover, so he died in the hands of Shi Mingjing in both his lifetimes. two lifetimes.
"It's too late for you to do anything! Do you know what you could have done to stop this?!" The teacher was almost crazy, he grinned at Chu Wanning, and the heavy rain poured down beside the two, but Extinguishing the fire of hatred, "You should have opened the door of life and death in the previous life, went back to the past, killed Mo Ran and tore his corpse into pieces and burned it into ashes! You should kill him! "
"..." Chu nightning's eyes were cold.
"What is the redemption from scratch! Joke! It's because you want to save him, you don't want to kill him, I can get the spiritual core of his re-strengthening! I can recast the emperor, and I have today's situation!" Saying that, he actually laughed.
The eyes are like snake teeth, like scorpion claws, like bee stings, and the venom is gurgling.
The teacher gritted his teeth and said: "It's because of you... you can't do it. Don't you want to stop me? If you hurt the killer earlier, it's all over, and what's the matter with me?!"
"You are the one who has troubled these two worlds!"
"Don't think you are Wanye Yuheng Big Dipper Immortal Venerable, what have you done? You haven't done anything! I just used the cracks in time and space you left to master the mystery of the first forbidden technique and reopen life and death. Damn, you have a share of the credit for ruining the world... Hahaha, hahahahaha-"
Laughter is as sticky as a spider's web, as thick as a vulture.
He turned upside down, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and the magic marks on his body were fading little by little, but he didn't care, and tried his best to insult and curse the people in front of him with the most vicious words.
Once the heart is good, love it worth mentioning.
All vanished in this rainstorm.
He probably looked down on Chu Wanning, or looked down on himself. In the past, I was full of conceit and thought that Chu nightning could become a plaything in his palm, as long as the chain was fastened, it didn't matter if he raised it to play. No need for his life. But now-
"If you start over..." Taohua's eyes flashed with anger and coldness, and Shi Yan held his bloody shoulders, "... I will definitely kill you."
The last bit of magic is gone.
The powerful spirit of the teacher suddenly lost.
The one who was lying on the ground turned into that ordinary sphenoid beauty seat again.
The teacher gasped slightly, looking at Chu Wanning across the rain screen.
He has just used the last killer move - borrowing God. This trick he once used in the night of Linlingyu Inn in front of the burning ink after rebirth.
Saying it is a move is actually better to say that it is swallowing a kind of elixir. That kind of medicine is tempered with the blood of Emperor Stepping Immortal, which can let him get the power of burning ink in about a stick of incense.
Although that power is not the real strength of the ink burning, it will always be a bit worse, but in many necessary cases, it is enough.
This time, he failed to defeat Chu Wanning in a short period of time, which meant that he was out of luck.
He is very clear.
Xue Meng's scalp was numb, and he was at a loss, and said hoarsely: "Master?... Teacher?"
Although the voice was weak, the place where the teacher fell was not far from Xue Meng, he heard it, so he turned his head. With four eyes facing each other, Xue Meng's mind became more and more blank.
The teacher looked at him for a while, and his eyes suddenly flashed, and then the handsome face slowly unfolded a sad smile.
"Little Lord… "
Xue Meng was shocked.
In a trance, the teacher's eyes are still the eyes of the past, and the face is still the face of the past. He is so embarrassed and so weak, he doesn't say much, just stretches out his hand to Xue Meng.
Xue Meng is standing on the edge of the enchantment, as long as he can't help but take a step - no, half a step is enough, then...
However, at this moment, Shigui, who was inserted in the side, suddenly burst into a strong brilliance! Everyone was stunned for a moment, and their eyes were all fixed on no return. They saw that this fierce blade of a hundred battles suddenly burst into a fierce light without warning. The light was scarlet for a while, and blue for a while. A strong current!
Mei Hanxue said: "Be careful!" He dragged Xue Meng, who almost stepped out of the barrier, back.
Immediately after that, they saw that there was no return to the ground, rising into the storm, and then like a dazzling meteor, it swept straight towards the forbidden place in the back of the mountain! !
In this situation, the monks who started to attack the mountain and were playing against the mountain chess pieces also saw it, and everyone was surprised: "What is that?"
"what happened?"
The teacher narrowed his eyes, lying on the ground and looking at the red light that suddenly filled the back mountain, the red light penetrated his pupils, and then he pinched his fingertips and closed his eyes to perceive. After a while, the teacher suddenly understood, opened his eyes suddenly, and there was ecstasy on his face.
"Treading Xianjun!!"
Chu night Ning turned back suddenly, his face pale.
The teacher laughed loudly, and the light of the tiger and wolf in his eyes: "He didn't die... Hahaha... He didn't die!" I don't know where the strength came from, he got up from the ground, and before everyone had time to react, he clicked He stopped the bleeding at several of his own acupoints, and then showed off his bloody robes, and he instantly swept over the roof of the tile eaves, jumped a few steps, and plunged into the garden.
"Master..."
Chu nightning couldn't stay, he turned his head to look at Xue Meng, and said to Mei Hanxue: "Please take care of him." He flew away and followed the teacher's figure.
The teacher's body is light, and he is not lost to the master in light power. The two are one after the other, and the teacher can't get rid of Chu Wanning, and Chu Wanning can't catch him for a while. The two of them swept to the back mountain in a blink of an eye, but everything in front of them was enough to make people stop suddenly and be terrified.