The membrane between Yin and Yang is not as stable as it was in ancient times. Small breaks and small leaks are common, and it will not cause great panic among the monks.
However, at this time, a blood pupil traversed the sky, and the color of the world changed in an instant, and the sand flew away.
It was a once-in-a-century rift!
Everyone present, except for the burning of ink, no one has really experienced such a calamity. Therefore, whether it is Li Wuxin, who has a bright beard and a beautiful head, or Xue Zhengyi, who is in the battlefield of Baijing, whether it is the Confucianism door of the upper world, or the top of life and death in the lower world, thousands of people are all at a loss and don't know what to do. how to respond.
And the burning of the ink is like being struck by thunder. A strong bloody smell seems to come from his previous life, grinding his teeth and sucking blood, killing people like numbness-
This is the rift!
In the previous life, the teacher died in this fissure. At that time, he and Chu Wanning made up the enchantment, but because of his lack of spiritual power, he was repelled by the swarming ghosts and fell from the sky...
But that is clearly what should have happened three years later! The ink burns so clearly remember that snowy night, the New Year's Eve is over, the air is still filled with a faint smell of gunpowder smoke, and there are still finely broken firecrackers on the snow. The night before, he celebrated the new year with everyone and drank Tusu wine.
The ink burned slightly drunk and raised his eyes.
Under the warm candle, the teacher's eyes seem to be full of spring water, no matter which angle you look at, it is affectionate.
The summit of life and death is very lively, with staggered pilgrimages, laughter and joy.
At that time, he thought, this is really good, even if you don't disturb the people he likes, it's good to watch and accompany him from a distance for the rest of his life.
The Hua Banquet was gone, and the disciples returned home together. He and the teacher went back to Meng Potang together, and the frost and snow flowed on the ground. He saw that the teacher was a little cold, so he took off his robe and couldn't help but put it on the other's shoulders. With a little bit of alcoholism, he cautiously gave him two more glances.
The beauty is like fresh snow, bright and unbearable.
"A burning."
"Um."
"You drank a little too much today."
"Haha, do you have it?" Mo Ran smiled, and after laughing twice, suddenly he couldn't laugh anymore.
The teacher's cool hands held his face gently, so the hot cheeks became hotter, and the ink burned and opened his eyes, and he shuddered at that moment.
The teacher smiled and said to him: "Why not, look at you, three cups of hot wine into your throat, your face is red."
"Yes, it's hot."
The ink burned his head awkwardly, but his face became more and more feverish.
How satisfied he was at that time, he liked someone, he didn't have to get it, he didn't dare to think too much.
The man just touched his face, and he felt that he had been favored by God, so he was too frightened to say more, just stunned.
His dark and moist eyes were full of surprise and gratitude.
The two parted in front of the bedroom, and when the teacher left in his clothes, he turned his face to him and smiled again, against the glittering snow on the ground.
"A burning."
He was about to leave at first, but when he heard the words, he turned around in a hurry, lest he might miss something.
"Yes, I am!"
"Thank you for your clothes."
"Nothing! Anyway, I'm hot!"
"Also." The teacher's eyes became more and more gentle, almost the kind of warmth that can make the long winter pass, "A burning, in fact I..."
bang.
A fireworks exploded in the distance.
The ink burned and didn't hear what he said, or maybe the teacher didn't say it at the time.
When the surroundings were quiet, the teacher had already opened the door of his bedroom.
The ink burned in a hurry, and was busy calling him: "Wait, what did you just say?"
The other party rarely made fun of him, so he blinked: "Just say good things once."
"Teacher-"
But the soul-sucking person still failed to fulfill his wish, leaving only half of his beautiful face exposed under the warm curtain.
There is also a smile that will make the ink burn for a lifetime.
"It's getting late, I'm going to bed. When I wake up tomorrow morning, if I still want to tell you."
He paused, his soft lashes falling like mimosas.
"I'll tell you again..."
Unexpectedly, the crack of the sky and the dawn came one after another.
After all, the ink burned still did not wait for the words of the teacher, the softest old dream in his life was dyed scarlet.
How many times in the middle of the night, he still remembers the smiling face of the teacher behind the half-rolled warm curtain.
He continued that long dream for the rest of his life, which was painful again and again.
In the dream, the teacher told him that he liked it. He woke up with a smile, very happy, and even so happy that he forgot that the teacher was dead, and that the past was in a hurry and could not be turned back.
He smiled so happily, thinking that from now on, he wants to cook something good for his beloved. Such an important thing is worth worrying about.
But always, smiling and laughing, tears rolling down.
He buried his face in the palm of his hand.
On the New Year's Eve snowy night that year, if it was scattered in the wind, he would never know it again.
Thousands of miles of clouds are broken, and endless hell is opened.
Countless evil ghosts and evil spirits rushed out from the cracks, as if thousands of troops were attacking the city. The screams around made Mo Ran suddenly startled from the memory.
He was almost insane, shouting anxiously among the chaotic, turbulent, completely lost crowd, searching for—
"Teacher!!"
"Master!! Master Mingjing!!"
"Where are you? Where are you?"
I don't know why the sky split after three years has suddenly advanced.
I don't know if I can still protect you now.
But I can't watch you get hurt again, can't watch you die again...
please live...
It's my fault, it's that I'm not strong enough to protect you right away, it's that I'm too stupid to think everything through, where are you...
"A burning..."
In the overlapping of weapons, a vague voice suddenly came from Miao Miao.
"Teacher!!"
He saw him, and beside Xue Meng, he was using the water spirit as a screen to stop the slaughtered ghosts. The ink burned almost recklessly towards him, his voice was choked, and his eyes were red.
"You dog, come over and help!" Xue Meng used one to ten, but the wave of corpses was as endless as flowing water. His forehead gradually oozes fine sweat, and his silver teeth clenched, "Come on!"
Why did he say it again, the ink burned and swept up, the red light flashed, and the ghost was called.
The vines fell from the hands, and the row of ghosts and spirits in front of them were completely dissipated by Shenwu, and they were shattered into powder in an instant. The ink burned his head and shouted to the teacher: "Don't go far, come behind me!"
"I want to help Shizun..."
"Don't go over!!!" Mo Ran heard the words, almost horrified!
He must not let the teacher get close to Chu nightning in this melee.
The images of the previous life are constantly merging and overlapping with the scene in front of me.
- Back then, it was the same sentence.
"I want to help Shizun..."
"Okay, hurry over, Master will be safer, don't leave him, let him protect you."
how ridiculous...
Let him protect you.
Chu Wanning, Chu Wanning, Mo Ran did everything, but forgot that person was Chu Wanning!
Ruthless, cold-blooded.
The world is full of hearts and minds, but he doesn't care if his apprentice dies!
"Don't go to him! He can handle it himself!"
The overlap of the two worlds made his scalp numb, the ink burned his eyes red, and he yelled at the teacher, "Don't go anywhere, stay!"
"But just now, Master's mana was depleted so much..."
"You can't die! Mind yourself!"
As he spoke, his brows were furious, and he lashed out again at the rolling zombies. In an instant, flesh and blood flew, and brains splashed.
Although the spiritual power is far inferior to the previous life, it is very skilled in every move. This body of a hundred battles has fought against masters like Ye Wangxi and Chu Wanning. Even if there are millions of murderous corpses, they are not afraid.
The cracks in the sky are getting bigger and bigger.
The ghosts and ghosts that have been floating in the endless hell for a hundred years have leaked into the world like wild sand and rain, and even mixed with the zombies in Caidie Town who broke free from the willow vines while the yin was in full swing. The scene became more and more crazy and more terrifying. . It was as if water had been poured into the boiling oil, and the wok boiled into the sky, so lively. It was like a locust rushing towards the millet field, the evil ghost grabbed the living person and devoured it, and the people on the top of the dead were still able to cope with a lot of petty troubles in the past. But Rufengmen and Bitanzhuang were completely devastated. How many monks cried out and wailed, and the blood was several feet high!
Chu nightning is far away, and Mo Ran can't see his condition for the time being.
On the contrary, I accidentally saw Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si in the billowing crowd. Although the two were not at odds with each other, their fights were astonishing.
I saw Ye Wangxi abandoned the long sword, the blue light in his hand, and summoned a long bow. Nangong Si also held the crescent moon in his arms. The two glanced at each other, passed over the wrong shoulders, and ran to both sides, towards the corpse group. The closest point is the arrow and the bow, and the string is fully drawn.
Whoosh!
The two of them dropped arrows almost at the same time, the white feathers split into the sky, and the sound was like the chirping of wild geese.
The arrowhead is quenching the spirit, and there are wind blades scattered everywhere. Wherever it passes, evil spirits are torn apart and strangled...
Nangong Si showed pride, and backhanded the quiver behind him to draw arrows.
Unexpectedly, it was empty.
"Gone?"
"here."
Before he was annoyed, Ye Wangxi threw a bunch of white feather arrows to him.
"You always don't want to bring more."
"… Humph!"
Nangong Si snorted, but the situation was in critical condition, he didn't have the intention to play with Ye Wangxi, took the arrow, and the two sank into their respective fights again.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour has passed, and the fierce spirits are repelled by a lot, but more from the ghost world.
Li Wuxin killed more than ten souls with one sword, turned his head and shouted at Xue Zhengyi: "It can't be done anymore, it can't be resisted. Let people make up the enchantment!"
Xue Zhengyi glanced at the distance of Caidie Town, and there were four golden light arrays in four directions.
He took a breath and said angrily: "It's easy to say, can you make up this barrier? Are there any people left here who can make up the barrier?"
"I—" Li Wuxin said with a dark face, "The spirit formation technique is not the director of my sect."
"Then you fucking shut up! How many Yuheng do you have? Chu nightning is guarding four positions, otherwise these dead ghosts will break out of the encirclement and will soon kill the entire Shuzhong, and the immortals can't support it. , wouldn’t those who don’t cultivate immortals be finished soon?”
"It's better than the chaos in the cultivation world when Shuzhong is over. If you don't let people come over to mend the sky, I'm afraid this matter will be difficult to end!"
Xue Zhengyi was furious when he heard the words, and when he threw the iron fan, and when the gang wind slashed at Li Gui, he also seemed to scratch Li Wuxin's cheek unintentionally: "As far as you are in the world of upper cultivation, the lower cultivation world should be born for you. dead?"
"Don't talk nonsense! I'm talking about abandoning the soldiers to protect the car! If this day crack occurs in my Bitan Village, I will also sacrifice the whole family to keep the world peaceful!"
"Such a big tone, Li Zhuangzhu really does not have back pain when he stands and speaks." Xue Zhengyi's tiger eyes widened, and he laughed in anger, "The entrance to the ghost world is in our Shuzhong, and it will not be moved to your Bitanzhuang for thousands of years. Go, it seems that the top of life and death can be destroyed thousands of times, to ensure the peace of the world! Li Zhuangzhu, you really know what to say."
The two were fighting and arguing, and when they were at a stalemate, they suddenly saw a snow-colored brilliance sweeping from the western sky.
Before I could see clearly what enemy or friend was coming, I could hear the fine and compact sound of the violin coming from the clouds. No swords were seen, but swords, lights, swords, and shadows were everywhere.
"Kunlun Stepping Snow Palace!"
Xue Zhengyi suddenly raised his head and looked at the snow that was rolling in. He got close, and he saw that it was a group of swordsmen coming, dressed in snow-mist silk clothes, with peach blossom petals floating around him. Regardless of whether they are male or female, their appearance is extremely soft, and due to spiritual reasons, their appearances are all in their early twenties.
The people who stepped on the Snow Palace were standing or sitting, half of them were holding the pipa in their arms, and half of the people were holding the guqin in front of their knees. It screamed in pain, but it was like being trapped in a net from heaven and earth, and it was impossible to escape.
The head is a man, with light blond hair, jasper eyes, and profound facial features. He was wearing a snow-colored silk coat with a drop of water on his forehead, and a slender neck protruded from the collar, like a phoenix in a porcelain vase. From Kunlun Xue Leng, in addition to the plain clothes, he also wore a fox fur, which was more calm and graceful.
This person also held an exquisite and translucent pipa in his arms, frowned, and shrunk the long fingers and twisted the strings, and countless scorching peach blossoms danced around him to the sound of his piano.
"The four seas are the emperor's wind quilt, the water is clear for thousands of years, and the military clothes are not worn. Today's great success."
The sound of the piano was slow. He lowered his eyes and saw Xue Zhengyi and others. He was about to speak a little when he heard someone in the distance shouting angrily: "Mei Hanxue! Why are you a bastard!"
It was Xue Meng who shouted. While shouting angrily, he slid under Mei Hanxue's sword, raised his head and scolded: "Why did Kunlun Step Snow Palace send you such an unreliable thing to help?"
Ye Wangxi turned around when he heard the sound, and saw the man who played the piano with flying flowers and snow, and he was also angry.
"… It's him?"
Nangong Si: "What? You know this too?"
"It doesn't count as acquaintance." Ye Wangxi was not happy when he saw Mei Hanxue, but Xue Meng rushed to scold people. He turned his head and left, leaving only one sentence, "It's just a fight."
Nangong Si became interested: "Oh, how is his skill?"
"Heh." Ye Wangxi sneered, "He relies on women to fight, what do you think."
Nangong Si: "..."
The author has something to say: Come on!
In the last life, I let Gouzi from an ordinary person, blackened into the battle of Heavenly Crack, and the Gouzi stuck his head out! Drop the knife!