"Senior brother..." Yin Biyue was slightly startled when she was sober. The surrounding is not pitch black, but the sky is bright, and you can clearly see the frowning eyebrows of the people around you. He asked, "Senior brother, how long have I slept?"
Luo Mingchuan carefully helped the person up and probed for his spiritual veins. Yin Biyue didn't move, letting Luo Mingchuan's true essence enter his body. While looking at the surrounding environment.
They were in a mountain stream, where the soil was wet, the grass was lush by the water, the air was filled with the fragrance of grass and trees, and in the faint morning light, the mountains and rivers were peaceful and beautiful.
But he always felt that something was wrong.
Luo Mingchuan avoided answering, "How do you feel now?"
Yin Biyue's True Essence had been running in the body for a week. There was still residual medicinal power in the meridians, and it was slightly tingling. The broken bones were growing, but fortunately they didn't hurt the heart. The wounds were all treated, and even the blood-stained robe was clean.
The more Yin Bi thought about it, the more he knew how much Luo Mingchuan had done when he was in a coma.
Senior brother should be more seriously injured than him, but instead came to take care of him.
So he held Luo Mingchuan's hand on his vein door, preventing him from losing his true essence to himself, "I'm fine, how are you, brother?"
Luo Mingchuan replied, "No problem." He hesitated for a while, but decided to tell the truth, "I recovered very quickly."
This is one thing that makes him start to be afraid of himself.
He originally thought that in this battle, using the Garan pupil technique to use the method beyond the realm, he would definitely suffer a violent backlash. And at the moment when the golden light formation was broken, the huge pressure directly crushed every inch of his spiritual veins. Even two ribs were broken.
But after the real fall, only one cup of tea fainted, and the body began to repair itself.
Such an unbelievably powerful recovery ability, only a magic cultivator can have.
He told the truth, his face was calm, his heart was beating like a drum, he thought, maybe his younger brother would also think... that he is a demon cultivator.
Yin Biyue didn't fully believe it. He pulled Luo Mingchuan's right hand up, and saw that his bloody wrist was as clean as ever, with no scars left, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
He said with a smile, "It's a good thing to recover quickly. It's just fine, brother."
He didn't laugh often, and every time he showed his face, it was like the first melting of ice and snow.
The chill in Luo Mingchuan's heart dissipated, and he laughed softly.
Yin Biyue felt a slight tremor in his chest, and was startled to realize that he had been lying in his brother's arms.
Ah, so heavy! Brother, you are working hard! QAQ
His face was hot, and he hurriedly stood up.
Luo Mingchuan also let go of him naturally, got up and brushed off his robe.
Yin Bi Yue saw that his brother was a gentleman, and felt that he was too awkward, and there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
His attention immediately turned to the business, "Senior brother, did you see the flaws in the formation before? Do you think we are still in the Tixiang Mountains?"
They originally fell from the abyss crack, but they came here strangely. It may be that the power of the formation is too powerful and the space is distorted. It may also be under the Xingshan Temple, which is unique.
The two walked along the stream, looking at the surrounding environment and guessing the current situation.
Luo Mingchuan used his spiritual sense to look far before, but did not find any danger, "There is something wrong with the Golden Light Array. I saw that there was a leyline under the array that was unstable, and the energy fluctuations were different from other places. I just wanted to try to break it open. Formation, I didn't expect to come here... The species of trees here and the humidity of the air are different from those in the Tixiang Mountains, like... another world."
In fact, there was one more thing he didn't say.
He would decisively choose to jump into the abyss because he felt the familiar aura. It was as if there was something from the same ancestry that attracted him.
This kind of feeling is too illusory to be taken seriously. Saying it will only make the younger brother worry about him.
Yin Biyue's divine sense was very powerful, and he had already recovered six points at this time, and he could see that this was not the Tixiang Mountains. Thoughtfully, he couldn't help muttering, "There is something wrong with the Golden Light Array..."
Luo Mingchuan nodded and said, "Yes. The mountain protection formation of Cangya Mountain costs 80,000 spirit stones every year for maintenance alone, and it costs more to open it once a year. It also requires the 'Cangya Order' or divine weapon left by the founder of the mountain. 'Spring Mountain Smile' takes the lead."
Yin Biyue understood what he meant.
Cangya's mountain protection formation is still like this, not to mention that Xingshan Temple has supported a wonderful formation from the 'Era of All Saints' for millions of years, and how much does it cost to preserve it to the present? cannot be counted.
Although the temple has heritage and resources, it is far from the required level.
Yin Biyue calmed down and looked at the place.
Finally found out what was wrong.
There is the sound of wind and water, and the sound of pine waves in the mountains and forests, but there is no sound of living creatures.
There are no birds in the forest, no fish in the water, and no worms in the grass.
Pleasant climate, rich soil and water. But apart from him and Luo Mingchuan, there were no traces of living creatures.
At this time, the sky is bright, but when you look up, you can't see the sun, and when you look at the originally peaceful and beautiful landscapes, they all seem dead.
Here, it's like a dead place.
Yin Biyue's heart was slightly cold, "Perhaps the Golden Light Array is not supported by spirit stones and divine weapons, but by some kind of vitality..."
This speculation is ridiculous. He couldn't even speak for himself.
Luo Mingchuan did not answer directly. But there are similar guesses in mind.
The two didn't speak any more, and walked into the depths of the woods vigilantly and tacitly.
There, the majestic yellow tiles are shown in the shade of the branches, and it is the only building in the whole mountain forest.
After approaching, the red lacquer plaque has long since faded, and I can barely see the four mottled characters - Daxiong Hall.
It is written as a temple, but it is not big, it can only be regarded as a Buddhist temple.
Along the way, they can already be sure that this place is by no means an illusion. Now I see the Buddhist hall with the same appearance as the one in Xingshan Temple, which shows that under this abyss, there is indeed another world in the back of the temple.
The Buddhist hall stands alone in the wild, the doors are locked, the dust has accumulated for a long time, and the wooden doors and window lattices are old and do not know how old they are.
It seemed that a gust of wind could destroy it, but when it was close to here, the wind had calmed down.
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan looked at each other.
Practitioners not only have five senses sharper than ordinary people, but as their realm improves, their spirits become stronger, and their intuitions become more accurate. At this time, they all felt that perhaps the strangeness of the Golden Light Array was in this Buddhist hall.
The two did not go in rashly, but first released their divine sense to examine it carefully. Nothing unusual was found.
Yin Biyue pushed the door open with the top of the scabbard, the stone lock fell in response, and the smoke and dust rushed toward him.
The light in the Buddhist hall was dim, and the apricot-yellow curtains were covered with thick incense ash, but no cobwebs could be seen.
Although the top beam is corroded, the structure is compact and strong. The main beam is two six rafters that overlap up and down, and the four rafters and flat beams are stacked on top of each other to decrease layer by layer.
Such complicated craftsmanship has long been simplified and eliminated, and it is not even seen in Xingshan Temple.
But in the era of the saints, it was the mainstream of Buddhist temples and other buildings.
Although the altar facing him is high, the Buddha's body is not large.
Eyelids half-closed, sitting in cross-legged position, left hand on knees, right hand flexing upwards, forming a 'speaking seal'.
It was originally plated with gold paint, but it peeled off due to age, revealing its original dark brown color. Compassion seemed a little terrifying.
Luo Mingchuan stepped into the Buddhist hall in front of him, and suddenly felt a violent dizziness hit.
He turned around to say 'don't come in', but fell straight back!
Yin Biyue saw that his face was wrong, and his concern was confused, so he took two steps to support him.
Also at the moment of stepping into the Buddhist hall, his eyes suddenly turned black, and the last thing he saw was the Buddha statue with his eyes half-closed.
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Luo Mingchuan stood on the edge of the cliff, still a little stunned.
He remembered that he and his younger brother were clearly in Xingshan Temple, and now...
"The devil!"
A loud cry like thunder exploded.
His head was dizzy, and he felt pain everywhere in his body. He was woken up by this sound and lowered his eyes to see that he was covered in blood.
The wind on the edge of the cliff was so strong that it seemed to blow people off.
Inexplicably, he knew that below this was the Meteorite Abyss.
The younger brother in front of him seemed to have grown up a lot overnight, and the white hair disease that had always worried him was gone. Three thousand black hair and white Taoist robes fluttered in the wind, and the knuckles of the hand holding the sword were clear and white as jade.
It was still the same leaning lake sword, but the tip of the sword pointed at him.
Blood dripped from the sword.
There were many people standing behind Yin Biyue, including an old man of Baopu Zong in a blue Taoist robe, and a monk in a bright yellow cassock. Looking back, there were actually some people from various sects.
But they didn't do anything, just watched it all with indifference.
Luo Mingchuan raised his eyes, looked straight at the stranger in front of him, and found that every word he said was extremely difficult, "Junior brother, do you believe them? Are you going to kill me?"
The most fearful thing in my heart, the most unwilling to face, has still happened.
For the first time, Yin Bi's expression as cold as frost changed, he raised his eyebrows slightly,
"I'm going to kill you, what do I have to do with others? There should be a break between you and me."
Luo Mingchuan was in a trance for a while, and the young man in his memory also stood with a sword like this. But he was standing with him, his eyes firm, "If you have to believe in something, I believe in Senior Brother."
It was clearly yesterday, but it seemed that a lifetime had passed so far away that he could hardly remember whether it really happened.
Yesterday we, today you and me.
The moment the sword edge pierced the heart, it was not as painful as I imagined.
The gushing blood made people sober. Can clearly feel the loss of life.
The sword edge passed through the body, revealing another inch, and the distance between the two was close at hand. Luo Mingchuan stared straight at those eyes, but smiled, "I don't know who you are, but you are definitely not a junior brother. Junior brother will not look at me like this."
It wasn't the blade that hurt, it was his cold eyes.
The person holding the Lake Yihu Sword did not speak, and indifferently kicked him out of the Meteor Star Abyss.
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Yin Biyue still felt dizzy.
He opened his eyes and looked at the reflection of the glazed bricks under him, and his pale face was reflected in the light and dark.
Only then did he find himself kneeling on the ground. The chill ran down his knees all over his body.
He wanted to get up, but there was a mountain on his shoulders, and it was the limit that he could barely straighten his back.
When I looked up, I saw the vast and boundless hall, lined with twelve bronze lampstands, the candles were flickering, but there was no temperature at all.
The throne at the end of the hall is so high that it can only be seen that someone is sitting on it, but the face is dim in the shadows.
The man spoke in a low voice. But inexplicably gave birth to an ethereal meaning, echoing in the empty hall, "Have you figured it out?"
Yin Biyue was surprised. He felt that he must know the man on the throne.
The next moment, the man got up calmly and walked down from the high level.
The layers of clothes meander on the ground, like a surging dark tide.
The intricate formation runes on the broad sleeves are as terrifying as living creatures under the jumping firelight.
In just a flicker of his figure, he passed through the vast hall and stood in front of Yin Biyue.
Yin Biyue finally knew why it felt familiar.
Because this person is Luo Mingchuan.
But anyone who has seen Luo Mingchuan will never mistake the two.
It is clear that the face is seven-point similar, but it is more than three-point evil.
The fire was half-bright and half-dark, like a bewitching demon in the abyss.
Yin Biyue opened her mouth, but found herself speechless.
Cold fingertips lifted his chin, a biting chill all over his body.
He could only be forced to look up into the man's eyes.
The dark pupils reflected the candles in the hall, looking in like a sea of corpses and blood.
The man leaned down slightly and got closer.
The cold breath splattered on the neck, but it seemed to have a pleasant smile,
"In the past, there was a Buddha who cut flesh to feed the eagle, but now the head of Yin feeds the devil with his body. Isn't it a good story that has been passed down to future generations?"
Yin Biyue felt that this posture made him extremely uncomfortable, but he couldn't break free from the invisible bondage.
I can only listen to the man continue to say, "You stay with me in Changyuan Hall for one night, and I will retire three thousand miles tomorrow morning. How?"
Even if he didn't know the cause and effect, his intuition told him that this must not be a good thing.
He looked at those eyes that had no human emotion, only desire.
said word by word,
"You are not a senior brother. Senior brother would not say such a thing."
Even if you have a face similar to your brother's, it's definitely not him.