When Yin Biyue saw this person's face clearly, the surrounding darkness quickly faded away. It was like brushing off the clouds and mist in front of my eyes, and my heart suddenly became clear.
It was him, it was him.
Even if you have never seen it, you can clearly recognize it. In addition to the real fairy Ling Xiao, who else could it be
Yin Biyue held the Linyuan sword and stared blankly at the person in front of him. Such as looking at yourself in a mirror, looking at the shadow by the water, feeling extremely close and unfamiliar for no reason.
The man walked towards him step by step, his eyes distant and indifferent, until he passed through his body without any obstacle and continued to move forward. The quaint ebony crown, the white Taoist robe with no pattern and decoration, and the look of extreme coldness.
Who is real and who is fantasy? Where is clear.
At this moment, the body is separated from the soul, and I don't know what kind of situation I am in. Everything can't be managed with common sense, and only instinctive intuition is left.
Yin Biyue turned around and looked at Ling Xiao at will, and found that they were actually above Tongtian Snow Peak.
The wind was so strong that snowflakes fluttered, and the corners of their robes flew. His line of sight was blocked, so he couldn't see the person standing opposite Ling Xiao, and only saw a corner of the black robe.
Zhenxian held the sword, blood dripping from the sword. Behind him are the ruined palaces and palaces, and there is a road covered with bloody corpses, which is shocking.
The boundless snowfield is at his feet, and the stars are above his head.
This scene, like yesterday, was strikingly similar to when he killed Tongtian Xuefeng.
Zhenxian spoke, her voice slightly hoarse,
"If you call me senior brother, you have a cause and effect with me. If the Buddha does not cross you, I will cross you."
His tone was very calm, without a trace of emotion.
Yin Biyue suddenly felt extremely sad. It was like a big rock had fallen on his chest, and he couldn't breathe.
This emotion does not belong to him, it is the heavy pain from Yi Lingxiao.
How could this be? All the sufferings in the world are nothing but powerless, and the true immortals have already cultivated to the sky, and if they have attained the Dao, will there be suffering
Since it's so sad, why don't you say it
Yin Bi thought at a loss.
He sprinted forward, just wanting to take a look at the man in the black robe, even if there was no reason. There was the sound of howling wind in his ears. Yin Biyue, who was supposed to be in a state of unfettered spirit, still felt an extremely terrifying coercion.
I don't know what they said again, Yi Lingxiao threw the Linyuan sword to the person opposite.
The body of the sword brought a sassy breeze, and the man caught the hilt with his backhand, raised his hand neatly, and slashed across the sword.
In an instant, thunder blasted down from the sky one after another, the flying snow curtain burst into powder, and the ley lines vibrated violently to crack open the cracks.
The long sword, with its bloody and savage aura, is supremely powerful, and it pierces the sky of true immortal intent.
Yin Biyue's soul was burning with pain, and she ran forward until she finally saw the man's face. Can't help but stop, let the ground shake and the mountains shake, the roar is deafening, and there is no response.
That face was seven points similar to that of Senior Brother.
Close at hand, he stretched out his hand and passed through the man's sleeve without any accident. The moment was stretched infinitely, and before the Linyuan Sword, which was clearly destroying the sky and the earth, fell, the overwhelming sorrow and pain drowned him. Who this emotion belongs to, whether it's him or Yi Lingxiao, can't tell.
The vision then darkened, and everything was shaky. The space here seemed to be shattered, and a force tore him away.
He watched helplessly as the color of his outstretched hand faded, and at the last moment when his figure dissipated, the 'Senior Brother' finally called out.
He tried his best, but he couldn't even hear a sound.
But by a very coincidence, at the same moment, the man opened his thin lips slightly and called out in a low voice, "Senior brother..."
It overlapped with his silent cry.
Then he raised his eyes, crossed Yi Lingxiao, and looked in his direction.
Suddenly meeting the familiar eyes, Yin Biyue was shocked, almost thinking that the other party saw him!
His eyes were clear and carefree.
It seemed to him from a distance of a million years.
Three thousand avenues, all in his eyes.
But in a flash. The world in front of him was completely dark, as if something shattered, and the echo was crisp and piercing. There was a vast darkness between heaven and earth, and he stood alone, with no living creatures and no human voices.
A flood of fragmented memories flooded in like a sea of smoke, and Yin Biyue was struck by unimaginable pain.
In the distant outer universe, a bright star burns with icy blue flames. Quietly exuding light, as if watching him, looking indifferent and compassionate.
The severe pain that swept through the body slowly subsided, and the fragments of memory were quickly pieced together into a picture and connected into fragments.
At this moment, the feeling of being close and estranged is completely clear.
Why did Master say that Linyuan Sword chose me? Where did Mr. Zhang's trust come from? There is also the inexplicable attitude of Guan, Wuwang and others.
All the doubts in the past are linked together, the confusion is easily resolved, and the big dream is awakened.
Yin Bi thought more and more, because I was Yi Lingxiao.
A true immortal in the age of saints millions of years ago, he is now in the age of stars. Originally a person.
Even after millions of years and vicissitudes, as long as he remembers where he came from and who he is, all this will never change.
The greatest legend is him, and the most mundane is also him.
Before the good name 'Yi Lingxiao', he was a teenager who failed to pass the exam when he was a child, liked to watch hot-blooded novels about upgrading and fighting monsters, and had a little fantasy in his heart. When I grew up, I went nine to five, making tea, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.
In that world, most people are like this. They are not diaosi, nor male gods, but ordinary people who work hard to live.
Even crossing is the most uninnovative way - car accident tire wear. Then life became a story, and he became Yi Lingxiao.
As an ordinary person with an online IQ, he must be the protagonist if he does not think that he can pass through. He carefully adapts to the new world, learns new rules, and grows up step by step. At the beginning of the practice, the root bones are barely considered good, but there are often inexplicable good luck.
Because of good luck, he also inflated himself to think that he had a halo. However, there have been many dangers between life and death. If it wasn't for his younger brother's help, his life would be lost. How dare he think of the protagonist, so he calmed down and asked for the way.
A hundred years have passed by, and life is no different from the monks in this world. He was really afraid that he would forget the past.
So the only bad taste is to use the blind method to write the sword score into the handbook, referring to the popular novel of Mary Su Xiuxian in the previous life, named it "Evil Charming Immortal Chang Leng Qiao Concubine", and note some trivial things in a sarcastic tone.
The one who wrote the most was his fellow disciple named Mo Changyuan.
At first, it was because the younger brother looked more handsome than him, and could be called the most handsome in the world of practice; No matter where you stand, your sense of presence transcends the sky.
Later, it was because the younger brother did not treat him well without principle.
When he got into trouble, his younger brother cleaned up the mess, and when he was in danger, his younger brother tried to save him. What kind of genius treasure he got, he was the first to think of him.
Yi Lingxiao thought about the first time he met a teacher, and he dared to strike up a conversation, "I will be your senior brother in the future, enjoy the blessings together, and I will cover you if I have something!" It's really shameless.
Clearly, he was hugging his junior brother's thigh all the way. Brothers and sisters are omnipotent.
After breaking through Mahayana, Yi Lingxiao received an invitation from the recognized number one beauty in the cultivation world, inviting him to attend the birthday banquet of the sage of Shimen. The words are lengthy, to the effect that the two factions have been friends for a long time, and I hope they will not be alienated in the future. At the end of the letter, the intention to become a member is implicitly expressed.
Yi Lingxiao was used to being rambunctious, and the solitary student didn't understand it, so he took it to ask the teacher and brother. Mo Changyuan glanced at the last few lines and said calmly, "There's nothing wrong, please represent your teacher to attend the birthday banquet, and I'll go with you."
Yi Lingxiao was relieved, and led by his junior brother, he hummed a little tune and set off on the road.
Halfway through the mountains where bandits and thieves were entrenched, they were intercepted and killed, but they were just ordinary murderers and treasure hunters, and they had seen them hundreds of times before. However, Mo Changyuan's killing intent was blazing, and his temperament changed drastically. There seems to be a sign of enchantment.
Yi Lingxiao blocked a sword to wake him up.
The birthday banquet was delayed, and it was a long way back to the teacher's door. Yi Lingxiao directly took the younger brother to Xingshan Temple. He heard that there is the best medical practice there, and also hoped that the younger brother could learn Buddhism and get rid of the devilish nature.
At that time, he thought that if Xingshan Temple could not be cured, if he thought of other ways, he could not give up the treatment.
Unexpectedly, the first lecturer of Xingshan Temple saw them and said the words 'the authorities are fans'.
He pointed to the two stars in the sky and said to him, "You are the son of luck, who has everything going well and has reached the top. And he is a disaster star who came to the world, not only with your luck, but also in bad karma and sinful."
After speaking, he vomited blood and stopped talking.
Yi Lingxiao thought to himself, am I really the protagonist who came from across, and my junior brother is the villain
What nonsense, I don't believe it.
Mo Changyuan sat quietly in the dark meditation room, Yi Lingxiao pushed open the door and came in,
"You really want to stay here? I... I'll accompany you."
"You go back."
"I'm afraid you'll be uncomfortable staying here by yourself."
"It hurts me more to see you."
The best junior to him didn't want to see him. Yi Lingxiao went out disheartened.
When I went out, I bumped into the direct disciple of the first lecturer of the sutra, and he had a compassionate look on his face.
He lived in Xingshan Temple for a month, and Mo Changyuan only talked about Buddhism, and he was extremely cold when he saw him.
Yi Lingxiao finally determined that the younger brother had made new friends, but he was still not reconciled.
"Aren't you going to go back with me?"
Mo Changyuan's body's aura was rising steadily, and he couldn't breathe, "I have entered the realm of saints, and I am enough to become a teacher and establish my own door according to the rules. You should not be worthy of my brother."
Yi Lingxiao was shocked and murmured in disbelief, "Junior Brother, you and I have a long-term relationship, you..."
"I have had enough of you."
As if struck by lightning, Yi Lingxiao left in a trance.
Looking back, he showed his figure from behind the screen that covered his breath, "Are you soft-hearted? You and his luck are inseparable. If you don't leave him for a day, he will be difficult to achieve."
Mo Changyuan said coldly, "Nonsense."
The two most talented spiritual geniuses in the world, after a month of communication, began to explore a way to connect Buddhism, Taoism, and demons, breaking the barriers of spiritual and martial arts, and pursuing the supreme power that turns the world upside down.
For the sake of observation, he wanted to be immortal and immortal, not to enter reincarnation, but Mo Changyuan wanted to change the fate of Qi. Both are lunatics.
Yi Lingxiao returned to the mountain to retreat, and he never encountered any shackles, and his breakthrough was extremely smooth.
When I heard the news of Mo Changyuan when I left the customs, I subconsciously denied it, "It's all nonsense, how can my junior brother practice Buddhism in Xingshan Temple, how could he be a demon."
Now that he has a high level of cultivation and a high status, no one dares to refute his words.
But it was soon slapped in the face by reality.
Because Mo Changyuan not only fell into the devil, but also established a magic palace in the East Lu Xueyuan, passed the law and established a sect, and had twelve guardians under his command, each in charge of a palace.
Yi Lingxiao went to the snowfield alone and broke into the Changyuan Hall. But he found that the younger brother looked at him like a stranger.
"Tao is different and not conspiracy. I never owed you in the past, and you will not come to me in the future."
"Going to the mountain to learn from a teacher, enlightenment and entering the Tao, one hundred and forty years, we practiced and traveled together, and now you have taken the word 'the Tao is different and not the same thing'?!"
Yi Lingxiao thought sadly, what's more, you used to be so good to me, have you forgotten... I've worked hard to cultivate, and now I'm a saint, and I won't hold you back again, will you come back
Too bad he couldn't say it.
The other party said again, "What do you want? I feel disgusted when I see you", and turned around and left.
Mo Changyuan looked at his back, his pupils suddenly changed color, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
Tian Luo Jiuzhuan's practice was not smooth, and he often lost control of his emotions, especially the evil thoughts in his heart. He didn't know what kind of terrifying method he had created.
When Yi Lingxiao went back this time, he closed the gate of life and death without saying a word. It lasted ten years, and after leaving the customs, the sky fell twelve times of thunder and fire, and he took the fire from the sky to recast the sword in his hand. The world calls it a 'true fairy'.
Later, he rarely even wrote notes. It seems that the trivial things in life that used to be interesting have become boring.
The more truths of the world that you come into contact with, the more insignificant the subtle feelings in the heart of the human heart are compared to the Three Thousand Avenues and the vast outer universe.
He finally became a Taoist cultivator who was unmoved by external things and whose heart was like still water.
Another hundred years have passed, the magic path has grown, and the borders of several continents have been turbulent from time to time.
As for Yi Lingxiao and Mo Changyuan, the world only knows that they are True Immortals and Demon Venerables, and no one remembers that they were brothers.
After more than a hundred years, Yi Lingxiao went to Donglu again. The river wind whimpered on the edge of the Minjiang River, and the waves were floating in the sky.
It blew his sleeves and robes flying, as if he was going home by the wind,
"I don't have any worries now, and I don't touch the cause and effect of the dust. It's a good time to prove the void."
In the past few years, he has not accepted apprentices, and all the people and things he knew have been taken away by time. After thinking about it for a while, he realized that the connection between himself and the world is only the person in front of him.
Mo Changyuan's brows and eyes were no longer clear, full of madness, "Where are you going?"
Yi Lingxiao said lightly, "Go wherever you are. It doesn't make any difference to me where you are."
"You are still in this world now, and I will destroy this world. How do you care about it, and the Tao proves the void?"
Yi Lingxiao was a little angry, "I know you hate me, but how can personal grievances implicate innocent people? How did you become like this! It's a waste of your time to study Buddhism."
Mo Changyuan raised his head and laughed, his eyes were red and three thousand ink hair danced wildly, "I was born a devil, which Buddha can cross me?"
This smile is the beacon of a hundred years of troubled times.
The magic palace and the righteous path are in full-scale war. The era of the saints is overturned, and the era of the end of the law is coming.
People keep joining the fray, and people keep dying. The blood infiltrated the land into black and red, and the rolling river water was also dyed red.
Every time the true immortal and the demon venerable meet and fight, the situation changes, and the ocean flows.
Yi Lingxiao knew that he couldn't kill Mo Changyuan, whether it was because of his cultivation or selfishness. Seeing the scorched earth in the four seas, the devastated eyes, and the feeling that the balance of life and death between heaven and earth has been broken, there must be a catastrophe.
Mo Changyuan seemed to understand his purpose this time, and deliberately avoided it.
No one was found in Changyuan Hall, so he killed Tongtian Xuefeng with one sword and one sword, and finally met Mo Changyuan.
Yi Lingxiao stood in the wind and snow, looking at the person in front of him, his tone was flat, "You are under the control of that exercise, and you have lost your mind."
Demon Venerable was a little sober today, "Senior brother, I can't look back."
He has very little time to remember now that he left in order to let his senior brother gain the Dao, and he practiced Tianluo Jiuzhuan in order to find a way to change his luck.
Why did it come this far
"When you call me senior brother, you have a cause and effect with me." Yi Lingxiao sighed, "The Buddha will not cross you, I will cross you."
He threw the Linyuan Sword over and scattered the body-protecting essence, "What is your obsession? Kill me? If I die, will you feel relieved? I can die, as long as you don't commit murder."
Mo Changyuan took the sword and stabbed him in the chest. This sword stirred the qi of the heavens and the earth, the dark clouds covered the sun, and the wind and snow were blowing.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on some empty place, and he didn't know what he saw, but he showed a slight smile.
When Guanghua disappeared, he stood in front of Yi Lingxiao.
The Linyuan sword went straight into the heart. Blood rushed.
"I feel bad when I see you, I don't want to kill you."
Since Yi Lingxiao became a true immortal, he felt flustered for the first time and wanted to send his true essence to repair his heart, but the exercises he cultivated were incompatible with the magic, so he could only hold people in his arms at a loss, " What did you say?"
"If you could start over..."
There is a great understanding between life and death, Mo Changyuan has a will to die, and in just a moment, he spied the boundary of the mystery of time. Saw a turnaround at that moment.
Vitality passed quickly, but Tian Luo Jiuzhuan performed on his own, and a strand of divine soul was separated and left in the sword.
I don't know how long it took, after the breath of the person in his arms was cut off, the body weathered into flying ashes and dissipated, and the blood was covered with white snow again, leaving only Ling Xiao alone.
"I begged the Supreme Tao to be ruthless, but now I seek benevolence and gain benevolence. I am truly alone and not attached to the world, but I don't feel that I have attained the Tao."
"If there is a next life, I will change my life with you."
Exchange suffering and struggle, sin and bad karma for me, and you who attain the Way of Consummation.
If there is any story, may you be the protagonist and I will be the villain.
The sage speaks the spirit, and the words he speaks also have a sense of heaven and earth.
He realized the void, but he didn't know where to go. He stepped into the turbulent flow of time and space, forgetting the past. Only the subconscious mind of being a villain chooses his fate for him.
Divine soul threw into the three thousand worlds, seeking the Tao from the beginning, and comprehending the original heart.
Back then, Mo Changyuan lost all of his cultivation to the sky, in exchange for an opportunity to meet again.
Therefore, Yi Lingxiao has experienced life and death, and returned here again, back to the place where everything started in the first place.
The star orbits rotate, the fate of the son of luck and the world-destroying catastrophe are entangled, and the established fate is completely disrupted.
Cangya Mountain, Yecheng, Xingshan Temple, Donglu, the reunited Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue made countless choices before they knew it, and each choice determined the outcome of today.
In Nanke's dream, Yin Biyue woke up from a long meditation, and the real time is only from morning to dusk. The night wind whistled, and the icy starlight fell on the snowfield, as if silver flakes flickered all over the place.
He stood up holding the Linyuan sword and bowed to the void, thanking Mr. Cheng Cheng for his help.
Then he walked towards the Meteorite Abyss.
Since the tradition of the two of us is that the younger brother covers the younger brother, I will be the younger brother in this life, and I will cover you.
The fate of the star trail is on the top, and the three thousand worlds are the proof. I will bring you back here and marry you home together.
The author has something to say: This Zhang Biyue has exploded! ! Mysterious attack field! Come let us ask him!
Roll Paper: Where did your confidence come from
Bi Yue: Huh? Am I not? I always thought I was the one above. You see, I slept until senior brother last time...
Roll Paper: That's the light-pulling version