When Yin Biyue walked out of Changyuan Hall, the sky was already bright. The lead-grey sky, snow and clouds reunited, looking into the distance, the north wind blows, and the snow-covered top is deserted.
Three days ago, he killed Tongtian Xuefeng from here, soaked in blood and corpses all over the place. Now because of the vibration of the spiritual veins and the avalanche of the mountains, they are all buried, as if nothing had happened.
There was only a trace of bloody smell left in the cold wind, floating in his nose, awakening his memories. Not only the picture, but even the feeling at that time.
Solitary and fearless.
Cheng Xiaobai stood behind him, his voice passing through the wind, calm and powerful,
"You are here in meditation, you don't need to deliberately breathe out the spiritual energy, just sit and watch yourself. Let me communicate the power of heaven and earth. Although it is daytime, the stars are still there, and your constellation is also there."
"I can only build a bridge for you. As for whether you can reach the other side, it is up to you. Once this happens, the laws of this world will detect my existence, and I will immediately break the space barrier and leave without saying goodbye. If you don't, you are at risk of backlash. At light, your soul will be damaged, your memory will be confused, and at worst, your body will explode and your soul will be dissipated. If you are ready, start."
After Yin Biyue listened carefully, he knew that although Mr. Cheng didn't say anything, if it didn't work, the helpers would definitely be affected and hurt.
He meditated on the spot, but did not immediately begin to meditate. Instead, he placed the Linyuan Sword on his lap, thought about it again, and took out four yellowed volumes from his bosom—True Immortal Notes, also known as Lingxiao Sword Art, and held it lightly in his hand.
After doing these things, Yin Biyue began to close his eyes and concentrate.
Although he didn't know why he did it.
Zhenyuan walked in the body for a week, returning to the secluded mansion from various meridians and meridians, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea. In fact, his current physical condition is not at its peak. Luo Mingchuan is right, after a serious injury, he needs to rest.
And he didn't have time to slowly recover, so he could only be more cautious and bring his mental state to its peak. Yin Bi sank more and saw the sea in the secluded mansion. There is no fog, and at a glance, I can see the boundless sea, and the sea is churning like a gathering wind and thunder. The true essence is constantly circulating, and the gradual ups and downs of the ocean tide coincide with his breathing pattern, and he becomes calmer as he wishes.
Cheng Xiaobai observed that the aura around him became more and more calm, he raised his eyes to look at the sky, where the snow cloud burst with a bang, and the strands scattered. Countless light-years away, the brilliance of the ice-blue stars fell in his eyes, bright as fire. He raised his left hand gently and pressed it on Yin Biyue's shoulder.
The wooden sword broke through the wind, returned to his right hand, smashed the space barrier, and disappeared out of thin air before the rules were detected.
Yin Biyue, who was sitting and looking at himself, suddenly felt some kind of mysterious power falling from the unreachable sky, infiltrating his bones and meridians, and submerging into the secluded mansion. The familiar feeling in my heart suddenly returned, and it was hard to put into words.
After taking a closer look at himself, his spiritual consciousness drifted, and he saw the sky and the snow field again, which was no longer what his eyes had seen before.
His body was still meditating, but he seemed to stand up with the Linyuan sword. See yourself inside, see heaven and earth outside.
This state of separation is delicate and dangerous.
Yin Biyue, who was standing, looked blank, and the snowflakes that fell on his shoulders flew up inconceivably slowly and returned to the sky.
A snowflake flew back to the sky, and a million snowflakes flew back to the sky.
The dissipated dark clouds gathered again, the four wild winds and clouds changed rapidly, the morning and evening alternated, and the stars moved.
As if the rewind button was pressed, everything around him began to flow away. Only he stood there.
Gradually, he was no longer there. In a seaside town, he used 'Xinghe Shen', he listened to his husband's exhortation in a school, and at the foot of a compassionate and indifferent Buddha statue in Xingshan Temple.
The changes of the picture are getting faster and faster, and it is almost impossible to capture.
On the roof of Yecheng, the wind was blowing, and the silver moon was reflected in the wine bowl.
In the dark and cold dungeon, he opened his eyes and heard footsteps echoing in the silent corridor. Someone called him, "Junior Brother Yin."
The eager look of the salesman disappeared in a flash, "The villain has a vicious aura, and he will cry with a look under the age of eight. Do you want one, sir?"
Then there was his near-endless villainy career. At first, it was mostly painful, but later he got used to it and no longer had deep friendship with people in those worlds.
The memory is long and should be vague, but now it is vivid in his eyes, and Yin Biyue knows that he has never forgotten.
When the memory came to an end, the tide-like darkness covered it.
Just like the chaos before the beginning of the world, his consciousness was already a little drowsy.
Are you here? This is my life
he asked himself.
I answered myself, it shouldn't be, and it won't be.
Come to this world to practice, see heaven and earth, see all beings, and never see yourself.
Not reconciled.
Things that cannot be seen, naturally have to be broken. With a thought, the long sword in his hand suddenly unsheathed.
A bright electric light ripped apart the sky, and when the sword fell, the severe sting seemed to split him apart. Yin Biyue felt that he was facing the great danger of annihilation of his soul, and also felt that he was the closest to the truth at this moment, and he would never give up like this.
The pain distorted the scene before him, and he saw a person, walking from the bright light cut by the sword light, holding a sword in his hand.
He couldn't see the man's face, but he was familiar with the sword.
Linyuan Sword.
Different people, same sword.
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On the same snowfield, Luo Mingchuan under the Meteorite Abyss also saw a person.
It's the third time we've met, so it's not unfamiliar at all.
The first time was in the Buddhist hall of Liaoguan, and the second time was when the Linyuan sword was pierced through the heart, and the vitality passed quickly and was extremely weak.
The remnant soul who came to the Sea of Consciousness from the sword took control of his body and devoured all the monsters in Meteor Star Abyss. And he was dazed, and when he returned to a million years ago, he saw many fragmented pictures.
Whether it is the clues of past experiences or the intuition in the dark, he can't be shocked.
The third time is now.
The man was wearing a complicated black robe with golden formation runes embroidered on the hem and cuffs, like gorgeous algae ornaments. As he walked, the hem of his clothes tumbled like a sea tide.
Meteorite abyss is full of savage and demonic aura, enough to support him to show the image of his soul. Mo Changyuan's soul was not complete in the first place, and after going through millions of years, it is better to say that he is a residual consciousness rather than a Demon Venerable.
Not only the face, but also the voice is seven points similar to Luo Mingchuan, but the tone is sloppy, as if full of malice, "I am you, and I can bring you stronger power, which is a hundred times stronger than before, don't you want to?" See you? Luo Mingchuan didn't answer, he smiled softly, "The formation of Changyuan Hall has been touched. Why don't you go up with me and see your good junior brother? Do you think you can keep him with the current you? "
Luo Mingchuan said solemnly, "What I can't do in ten years, I will do it in a hundred years. What I can't do in a hundred years, I will do it in my life. Between me and my junior brother, you don't have to worry about it."
He was controlled by the remnant soul, and he was stimulated to wake up when the other party carried the unconscious Yin Biyue back to the Changyuan Hall. Then there is endless fear.
Since his practice, he has fought across borders and was seriously injured and on the verge of death.
But he was afraid that he would hurt his younger brother.
The strength of this soul is unpredictable, and his attempt to kill the opponent failed. A little slack, the difference between a single thought is difficult to control, Luo Mingchuan intends to seal himself in the abyss, and he will never die.
He healed Yin Biyue's wounds, sent a message from Qingyiluan who flew over, and asked someone to pick up his junior brother at a good time. Explaining the size of Cangya Mountain, he only said that he had found a retreat, and his return date was uncertain. All things are arranged in an orderly manner, and the mind is as calm as water.
"We are a legal couple! Even if we are going to die, we should die together! You dare to leave me and try!"
He couldn't help it until he heard this sentence, and kissed Yin Biyue forcefully.
After thinking about it, I still feel a little guilty, and it seems that I hurt my junior brother.
Compared to their experiences along the way, the farewell was too short and too hasty.
Only had time to drop a kiss.
Seeing him contemplating, the man sneered and said, "What's a lifetime, he's come back here after several lifetimes, do you think he's here to find you? It's just a practice experience, just to get the Dao. It's a long way to go. , happened to pass by you."
A long way to go, a road through hardships and dangers. There are so many people passing by, and you are not one of them.
Fragmented memory fragments flashed in his mind, how could Luo Mingchuan not understand the meaning.
So what? Could it be because of this that people are hidden, their wings are broken, their shackles are tied, and the life-long cultivation efforts of junior and junior are destroyed, just for their own selfish desires
Luo Mingchuan did not deny his possessiveness towards his junior brother, but he absolutely could not do such a thing.
He began to exercise, and the wind blew out of thin air in the dark and boundless abyss, blowing his ink hair and robes flying, his voice still calm, "I will follow him wherever he goes this time. Thousands of worlds beg him."