The night with heavy rain is the darkest, the clouds are extremely thick and heavy, there is no starlight, and there is darkness everywhere.
Jing Jiu stood on the top of Bihu Peak, silently, and the night wind blew his white clothes, but he didn't make a sound.
Different from other peaks, the terrain of Bihu Peak is very flat and huge, with a green lake in the middle.
This is where the name of Bihu Peak comes from.
There is an island in the middle of the green lake, and there is a palace on the island, which looks quite cold in the heavy rain.
That palace is not the residence of Peak Master Bihu, it has another owner.
Jing Jiu looked at the palace quietly, wondering what he was thinking.
Qingshan Nine Peaks is extremely guarded, and Bihu Peak is even more fortified because of this palace, and there are sword formations everywhere between the peaks.
For some reason, Jing Jiu seemed to have no existence for those sword formations, allowing him to reach the peak easily without disturbing anyone.
If he is a strong person in the Breaking Sea Realm, maybe it is still possible, but he is just a young disciple who has just entered the Chengyi Realm, why can he do this
In the night sky at the top of Bihu Peak, the Green Mountain Formation specially left a passage, like an opening.
The torrential rain kept falling from the night sky, and countless bolts of lightning illuminated the night sky from time to time, falling on the island in the middle of the green lake, as if to split the palace into pieces.
The sound of rain was dense, and the green lake rolled up snow waves, but the thunder and lightning disappeared without a sound, as if being swallowed by the palace, the picture looked extremely strange.
Looking at the island in the rainstorm, Jing Jiu looked a little solemn.
From the mountain village to Nansong Pavilion to Xijianxi to Shenmo Peak, no matter what kind of people or things he meets, he is very calm.
Tonight was obviously different.
He knew that that palace was the secret place where the Green Mountain Sect used Lei Wei to nourish the soul tree.
This palace is not guarded by any disciples of Qingshan, because the white ghost, one of the four guardians of Qingshan... lives here.
The torrential rain was getting heavier, but the number of lightning strikes was gradually decreasing. Jing Jiu walked towards the green lake.
With his current state, he can already walk on the lake, but he won't do it.
That might be seen by the disciples of Bihu Peak who came back from controlling the sword.
The more important reason is that he doesn't want to alarm the other party in advance.
Back then, he followed the stream out of the rock wall and fell into the lake. He learned a trick. It was a bit clumsy, but it worked.
But now he doesn't have to hold a heavy rock.
He slowly sank to the bottom of the lake like a stone, and walked forward.
The lake was getting deeper and deeper, but his footsteps were still so steady, and he didn't make any sound, even the water flow around him didn't change much.
None of the fish that kept swimming, disturbed by the rainstorm, seemed to notice his presence.
As time passed, his speed became slower and slower, and his expression became more and more dignified.
He clearly felt that there was a coercion in front of him, like a god.
The closer to the island, the more terrifying the coercion.
The water of the lake began to become shallow, and occasionally the white light brought by the lightning above could be seen.
He boarded the island in the middle of the lake, and the night sky above was the passage opened by the Green Mountain Formation.
The torrential rain here is more sudden, the night is darker, and the terrifying power of the thunder and lightning that falls from time to time can be truly felt.
That coercion did not come from the sky.
Jing Jiu became one with the rainstorm.
He quietly looked at the palace not far away.
This is the place where the guards live, Bihu Peak disciples are not allowed to trespass, so there are many wild animals living on the island.
In the rainstorm, some sounds can be heard vaguely, and there are many green lights on the trees.
Jing Jiu knew that those were not mountain ghosts, but wild cats.
The wild cats, whose hair was wet by the rain, were licking their bodies in a flustered and futile manner, but they didn't notice his arrival.
Looking at the palace in the rain, Jing Jiu took a step forward.
He made sure he didn't make any sound.
He wasn't breathing, and the step came in the middle of his heartbeat.
However, a line of sight fell on him.
Was it discovered so early
It seems that in this negotiation, he is destined to be at a disadvantage.
Thinking this way, Jing Jiu looked at that place.
Just at this moment, there was a loud bang in the night sky.
A very thick bolt of lightning fell, illuminating the entire palace.
There is a window in one corner.
A white cat is lying on the windowsill.
There was no rain, but its fur was still wet.
The white cat's hair is very long, and after being wet by the rain, it is tangled into clusters, which is a bit ugly.
But if you look at it for a long time, sometimes you will have some kind of illusion, those tufts of hair are like swords.
The white cat squinted and looked a little lazy, very harmless.
But its pupils exude an extremely bewitching light, like the most unreal dream, and like a bottomless abyss, making one just want to fall into it.
If it is an ordinary Qingshan disciple, if he is stared at by these strange cat eyes, he will be frightened and fainted.
Jing Jiu didn't, but his expression was serious.
At the top of Yunxing Peak, Zuo Yi was a master of Wuzhang Realm, but he still couldn't find his existence, and was directly attacked and killed by him.
The white cat found him easily.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Jing Jiu looked at the white cat and said.
During the rainstorm, there was occasional thunder. His voice was so small that it was completely covered up, but he knew that the other party could hear it.
The white cat narrowed its eyes, turned its head, and adjusted its posture to make sure it was more comfortable, as if it didn't hear Jing Jiu's words.
Jing Jiu continued, "Who did Lei Poyun give that piece of Thunder Soul Wood to?"
The white cat yawned silently, looking very lazy.
Jing Jiu knew that this was an illusion, the other party had already made up his mind and could strike at any time.
With his current state, it is impossible to be the opponent of this white cat, and there is no room for fighting back.
Lightning illuminates the palace from time to time.
The danger is at hand.
The torrential rain fell from the front.
Through the torrential rain, Jing Jiu looked at it on the window sill quietly and said: "You are not surprised by my appearance, it seems that you have already known about this matter. That's right, among the four of you, only one You are the most delicate, sensitive and vigilant, the three of them may not have noticed, but how could you not be aware of such a major event."
The white cat turned its head slowly, and its eyes fell on him.
"I already have the answer, I just want to confirm with you tonight."
Jing Jiu said, "I admit, I'm really not reconciled."
There was mockery and coldness in the white cat's eyes, as if to say: You also have today
"Four years ago, when you saw something happen to me, didn't you think what would happen if I didn't die?"
Jing Jiu said, "Use your bones to sharpen the sword, how about the ending?"
The white cat stared at him, slowly raised its tail, and exploded in all directions, like autumn reeds in a wetland, beautiful and terrifying.
The thunder and lightning in the night sky fell more quickly, the torrential rain intensified, and the atmosphere of the world was extremely chaotic.