When pulling people back to the chaotic line, the severe pain and cold that had subsided on the "Spirit King" quickly swept up again.
The bone-piercing cold, it takes just a little bit to make people physically and mentally stiff. The fingers on the exposed neck turned pale, and then turned a faint blue in an instant.
That kind of severe pain is absolutely unbearable, even immortals would bend over trembling.
He vaguely heard a voice in his head, so vague that he didn't know where it came from, howling with the wild wind of the wilderness and mountains.
"Does it hurt?"
"Is it cold?"
"The resentment of the dead is like, people in the world can be small, people can block—"
The voice of "Spirit King" muffled behind the mask was soft and low, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, and he replied: "What?"
The tone was exactly the same as that of Wu Xingxue.
The whistling sound was even louder, and even the ground was shaking.
"You'll be broken like a bone."
"It will be like being buried in an ice cliff."
A more violent wind swept in, as if it would overturn him or make him unable to stand still.
But he touched the ground with the point of his sword, stood up straight, and never moved again.
"You'll be riddled with holes, you'll bleed all over the place, and you'll be in so much pain."
"You will regret it, and you will call the sky and call the door of the earth."
"Then you are wrong." He still gently echoed the voice in his head, "I won't."
The power of the spiritual platform that was tightly suppressing him and enveloping him was completely broken at that moment. It was as if the earth was cracked, and the light penetrated hundreds of meters of clouds.
He suppressed his mighty strength, pulled the corner of his mouth lightly and said: "I will never."
The sword of the Spirit King in his body, part of Wu Xingxue in his flesh and blood.
The sword will not be riddled with holes, will not be overwhelmed with pain, and will not regret it.
He never points forward.
And earlier, he also had a long wooden branch wrapped in white jade essence.
He started from life and death fear of unrequited protection, and from the moment he existed in this world, he was guaranteed not to be afraid of retreating.
"That's why." He moved his lips slightly, and replied softly, "You can't scare me."
"I woke up."
***
At that moment, the entire chaotic world changed color!
"Ling King" looked up at the sky of Fengyun Jihui, and then looked in the direction of Wu Xingxue, Xiao Fuxuan and Fang Chu.
They are one, needless to say.
But the "Spirit King" still said at that moment: "I know what to do, but a reminder."
He raised his finger and pointed to the Xiandu Lingtai on the Jiuxiaoyun, saying: "Since it can affect and suppress me, it can also affect and suppress others. It is even much easier, after all..."
He stayed on this chaotic line for a long time, even though he was completely awake, he still paused when he spoke. Even though he was wearing a mask, he could still feel him being stunned for a moment.
But he quickly turned like a stone, and said: "After all, this chaotic line is derived from its spiritual platform to a certain extent. Every fairy on the chaotic line comes from it. If it wants to, it can make everyone in Xiandu join us Fighting each other requires a reason."
"so?"
"So if you use one to stop a hundred, and one to stop a thousand, there won't be any more helpers."
Xiao Fuxuan said, "Aren't you used to it?"
Everyone was silent for a moment, and laughed.
really.
It was like twenty-five years ago, but it's all over again.
In an instant, those high walls of prohibition piercing through the sky shattered. The craziest wind outside the restriction mixed with the sound of the river flowed into the ears.
They faced the wind for tens of thousands of miles, like a radiance piercing through the nine clouds, hitting the Lingtai directly!
***
the other side.
From the time the "Spirit King" woke up, there was movement in the Lingtai of Xiandu on the Jiuxiaoyun, and several scriptures flew out at that moment——
Sang Feng felt the changes in the mountains and rivers before, and he was patrolling the Fudo Mountains he was in charge of. Halfway through his tour, he stopped suddenly on the winding and difficult mountain road, and reached out to catch the passer-by coming through the forest.
The Bibliography Fair was blank, without any content.
But his body froze, his eyes flickered, and after a while, he flew to Taiyin Mountain, and went up to Xiandu along the Tongtian Tower.
Thousands of miles away, in Jingguan, where there are huge graves everywhere, Meng Gutong received the letter.
She stood up straight in front of a tombstone, holding the same blank biography, and was stunned for a while. Then swept away the skirt and robe, and flew away together.
There is also the song of Xuechi.
She walked through the thunder and lightning that lingered in the snow pond all year round, and after receiving the letter, she pulled her long hair and tied it into a square bun. Taking Yunlei from Xuechi, he rushed to the north from the southern end.
…
Everywhere in the world, all the immortals in the fairy capital received the same blank letter at the same time.
As the "Spirit King" said, you need to go straight to the Lingtai for any reason. They are accompanied by the fairy light, like thousands of flying rainbows, converging to the sky in an instant.
But in the fairy hall on the high cliff of the Lingtai, the people who were talking to the fairy head suddenly fell silent.
The entire fairy hall was plunged into an empty silence. That kind of quietness gave people a very strange feeling - obviously there were many immortals standing here, as if there was no one, and they were all phantoms.
"What's wrong?" Youxian asked cautiously, breaking the silence.
In an instant, a fairy envoy climbed up to the twelfth-floor peak and hissed, "Someone forcibly broke into the Lingtai of Xiandu!!!"
***
All the scenes are exactly the same as the present world twenty-five years ago, as if it happened yesterday.
This time, there was an extra figure on Wu Xingxue's side—
When he was dressed in plain clothes and the wind wedged into the high cliff of Lingtai, the pale frost spread rapidly along the Yao Palace and Immortal Palace on the high cliff. In the blink of an eye, everything he passed was covered with ice and snow.
But when all the immortals in the Lingtai came with magic weapons, the lights of the immortal heads swept away, and the flames were dazzling. A long silver-white shadow came across, with a sword sound as clear as a breeze, and fell into Wu Xingxue's always empty hand.
Three hundred years have passed.
He was no longer the Spirit King, and held the sword again.
This time Xiao Fuxuan will not come in a hurry.
His insolent sword intent and Wu Xingxue came side by side, like the most turbulent tide, sweeping across the sky.
Thousands of golden sword shadows fell straight in front of the immortals in the Lingtai. When they hit the ground, the ground of the Yao Palace Immortal Hall shattered and white stones splashed.
With a sword shadow, all the immortals can't move forward!
Wu Xingxue pierced straight through the fire ignited by the Shizhao Lantern, her body was like light, and with a silver and white sword flower in her arms, Ling Ran slashed straight away.
At that moment, the Ten Thousand Yao Palaces in Xiandu were shocked like thunder, and several cracks spread out at the same time.
***
When the fairy capital was in turmoil, the clouds and mist under the ten thousand jade bridges in Lingtai kept surging.
If an immortal sees it from time to time, he will know that kind of omen - it indicates that the foundation of the Lingtai in Xiandu is unstable, the evil vortex is constantly moving, and there is a sign of decline.
To suppress this decline and make the Lingtai of Xiandu flourish in an instant, more incense and more human prayers are needed.
However, the "bridge" between the chaotic line and the present world has been cut off, Feng Juyan and Feng Fei have dissipated, and the incense and offerings are not connected.
In such a short period of time, there is only one way to absorb more incense and offerings from the world - to build some "bridges".
Those who can be "bridges" are souls who are unwilling to perish and wander endlessly. Their fresh shells, where they can parasitize, are alive.
And the place with the most such spirits in the world is Jingguan, where the graves are full of the ground and the dead gather.
Menggu, who is in charge of Jingguan, has already arrived in Xiandu at this moment, and is facing her old friend swords and swords in Lingtai, where the influence of heaven is completely suppressed.
So she failed to see that there was a strange phenomenon in the Jingguan she was in charge of - in the huge tomb, fragments of the souls of the dead who were unwilling to perish broke free from the loess six feet away, wrapped in shadows The tide of cold wind gathers in the same place.
The place where those spirits gather is a wilderness col, with jagged cliffs and rocks scattered everywhere, and there are sharp traces of the spirit sword sweeping everywhere.
Just less than a moment ago, Wu Xingxue, Xiao Fuxuan and the chaotic "Spirit King" fought in Yu.
This leads to the present world.
***
Between the high mountains, the narrow road is windy.
Those hundreds of souls who were unwilling to perish broke a gap under the influence of the Heavenly Dao on the Lingtai.
When they step into the present world and settle down in that world, the "bridge" is erected again.
This time not just one, but a hundred.
Such as quantity, once it settles down, it will take a lot of trouble to cut it off. Even if Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan rushed there, it would be too late to turn around.
Those souls screamed through the gap and went straight to the world.
However, when they were about to land, they saw a figure.
The man was not tall, and his figure was thin and thin. At first glance, they seem to be fifteen or sixteen years old, but the eyes looking at them are so cold that they don't look like teenagers.
No one else, Ning Huaishan.
Xiao Fuxuan and Wu Xingxue opened the mouth of entanglement between the chaotic lines of the present world. Therefore, the entrance of the chaotic line is in the wilderness, and the exit of this world is in Zhaoye City.
At first, Ning Huaishan didn't know why the city lord left him in this empty house and asked him to "guard the house". He thought the city lord thought he wasn't good enough to be a helper.
But he has always been obedient, even if he feels a little uncomfortable, he still obediently sits cross-legged under the giant tree where the bird never falls.
Until this moment, he did not understand the intention of the city lord Tianxiu.
It turned out that no one thought he was not good enough to be a helper.
It turns out that there are really trustworthy people guarding this place.
Ning Huaishan saw those souls of unknown origin appear in the corner of Quebuluo with the cold dampness on the chaotic line and the grievances that are so deep that they cannot be ignored.
He squinted his eyes and stood up from the giant tree in an instant.
He twisted his neck and limbs, and stepped in front of those spirits.
The grievances of those souls surged like flames in the screams, and they flooded the high and low pavilions in the blink of an eye.
And Ning Huaishan stood in front of the smoldering resentment.
He lowered his eyes, flexed his hands, and the intricate blue veins swelled up, from forehead to neck, to arms to backs of fingers.
Poisonous gas escaped from him continuously.
At that moment, the poisonous and resentful collided!
The shaking of the ground and the roar of the soul resounded through the southernmost tip of Zhaoye City.
Ning Huaishan twitched one corner of his mouth in the long howl, revealing a rather devilish smile. While making a bold move, he said in a hoarse voice: "Sorry, you can't get through the empty door of Quebuluo, someone is guarding the house!":,,.