Feng Ling heard the commotion outside the door just now. He was leaning against the table, his eyebrows and eyes were wild and wild, and he smelled of alcohol. He looked fine, and it seemed that the injury he suffered from Master Orikawa last time had basically healed.
"What does the real person want to ask me?"
"Where does the fairy pond in the west lead to in the underworld?"
"Buzhou Mountain." Feng Ling uttered these three words, but he didn't expect that Master Zhechuan would just glance at him indifferently and was about to push the door and leave.
"Bring her back safely."
"nature."
The closed door blocked out the daylight, leaving the room alone in silence.
Master Orikawa waved his sleeves casually, and the chess pieces around the Fairy Queen turned into points of light and were retracted into his sleeves.
Just as the Fairy Queen was about to start scolding, Orikawa had already disappeared.
Zhechuan pursed his lips, his brows slightly furrowed, revealing a rare sharpness. He must go to Buzhou Mountain as soon as possible to bring Mu Lin back, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.
He now deeply regretted telling Mu Lin about this. It was true that the Immortal Pond was connected to the human world, but it was connected to Mount Buzhou - even if Mu Lin was tortured and plotted against by the Immortal Queen, it was better than falling off Mount Buzhou and dying!
In ancient times, the water god Yu Bing and the fire god Rong Rong made an appointment for a battle, and the two gods fought to the point of chaos. Yu Bing was ambushed and defeated, and angrily hit Mount Buzhou, causing the mountain to tilt and the water to overflow, and the flood raged, bringing disaster to the world. Rong Rong joined forces with the earth god Yuan Ke to resist the flood, and imprisoned Yu Bing in Mount Buzhou for 300,000 years. Until the War of the Gods, Yu Bing was released, Rong Rong's faction was defeated, and Yu Bing imprisoned Rong Rong in Mount Buzhou for another 300,000 years of torture.
Mount Buzhou is soaked in the blood of the two gods and is filled with violent divine power. No living creature can survive, and there is only dead things on the entire mountain.
Mu Lin was floating in the sky above Mount Buzhou at the moment. She had fainted. The golden seal between her eyebrows shone brightly, forming a circle that wrapped her up, making it impossible for the crazy and surging divine power around her to harm her.
Soon her skin was covered with a layer of deep purple Sanskrit, which was profound and mysterious, extremely noble, yet inexplicably weird and strange. The golden seal dimmed and disappeared along with the Sanskrit, and Mu Lin slowly landed on the gray-black ground.
The Yao Ning Immortal Sword flew out from between Mu Lin's eyebrows, forming an airtight barrier that protected Mu Lin.
It was already evening when Mu Lin woke up. She looked up and saw the Yao Ning Sword floating above her head. She felt terrible pain when she moved a little. Her clothes seemed to have been cut by countless sharp blades. Her body was also covered with wounds, which slowly oozed blood.
The moon was dim and the stars were sparse, making it difficult to move. Mu Lin finally touched the Xu Yu bag and found that it was intact. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Mu Lin fumbled out a wooden box from it, which contained the healing pills she had refined. She slowly took it out and put it in her mouth. In an instant, it turned into a hot stream and rushed to her dantian.
Mu Lin suddenly felt that something was wrong, and her whole body seemed to be slightly hot. She touched the wooden box again, and found it was empty. She had clearly put four or five pills in it!
Mu Lin struggled to take out the wooden box, and saw that it was a sandalwood box - the one that contained the Nine Revolutions Red Dragon Pill. Mu Lin wanted to vomit blood!
She was not prepared to take this pill at all!
"In ancient times, the phoenix rose from the ashes. Today, there is the Nine-transformation Red Dragon Pill. Without destruction, there is no creation. We must live towards death."
The words that Mo Wangchen had said before inexplicably appeared in Mu Lin's mind. After she recited them silently several times, her dull eyes gradually brightened.
Without destruction, there is no construction. To live in death, isn't she in a desperate situation now? Although she took it by mistake and was not fully prepared, it was not a bad thing.
The divine power here was scattered and the air was extremely thin, not to mention the spiritual power contained in it. Mu Lin had no idea where he was, and he was unsure. He paid attention to the surrounding environment with a little attention, while working very hard to circulate the immortal power in his body.
After a long time, she felt that the pain on her body was not that bad anymore. Her immortal veins were filled with burning energy, and she endured the pain and climbed up from the ground. The wind and snow were oppressing her, and she could hardly move. Mu Lin saw the scars on the Yao Ning Sword and felt distressed. She gritted her teeth and took it back into her body. In an instant, the divine power cut her body with scars.
Countless divine powers with extremely sharp and violent auras slashed towards Mu Lin, and blood splashed into the air. Mu Lin couldn't help but half-kneel on the ground, with wounds deep enough to see the bone, and blood gushing out. She gritted her teeth tightly, and lines of blood slid down her mouth.
Countless divine powers slashed at Mu Lin, cutting his body endlessly. The blood under Mu Lin's feet gradually gathered into a pool, his whole body was burning hot like iron, and the blood all over his body could not cover up the damage and collapse of his immortal body. His tendons, bones and immortal veins were all broken...
Mu Lin finally fell on his back on the ground, his eyes filled with a rich, indissoluble blood red, and his entire body was immersed in a pool of blood that was gradually cooling down.
Master Orikawa had already seen Mount Buzhou shrouded in the dark night from afar. His heart suddenly ached, as if he sensed something, and an extreme uneasiness spread from his chest.
He couldn't help but count on his fingers to calculate Mu Lin's safety. His fingers kept shaking inexplicably. The moment he opened his eyes, a fishy and sweet taste surged in his throat.
Zhechuan suddenly couldn't hear anything, and a blank white void spread from the bottom of his heart. He forgot how fast he flew up to Buzhou Mountain, and was knocked to the ground by the violent and terrifying divine power... With his immortal power suppressed, Zhechuan seemed to be unaware of the divine power falling on him. He could only rely on his legs to walk step by step across the barren land, trying to find the figure of his disciple.
It seems that the fact that Mu Lin’s body was not seen means that she is still alive.
Mu Lin's soul floated in the air, his eyes half closed, his whole body was transparent, and there was a faint golden light in his immortal veins. He was sitting cross-legged.
When she regained consciousness, the first thing she thought of was: it was a miracle that her soul had not been destroyed...
The golden light in Mu Lin's immortal vein gradually became thicker, from thick gold to orange, and when compressed to a certain degree it turned into red.
The divine power that was cutting around the soul suddenly stagnated for a moment, and soon after it stagnated again, and then slowly stopped. Then a magical scene happened. This divine power actually entered Mu Lin's body and was slowly absorbed into her immortal veins.
Mu Lin felt that all the huge and complex immortal veins in her body were slightly warming up. There was a faint sense of warmth and comfort spreading from her dantian to her entire soul, soothing her soul to a great extent.
She closed her eyes, blocked her other four senses, and continued to do what she felt just now. An even more magical scene happened. The fire-attributed divine power surrounding her was actually absorbed into her body one by one, turning into countless bright red spots of light that flowed into her dantian.
The surrounding fire attribute divine power was constantly replenished, but it could not keep up with the speed at which Mu Lin absorbed it. She absorbed it faster and faster, until later only water attribute divine power was left around her, and not a trace of fire attribute divine power was left.
Then the fire attribute divine power from farther away was also absorbed into her body. When she had absorbed almost all of it, Mu Lin's absorption speed finally slowed down. After a while, the fire attribute divine power from all directions suddenly came towards Mu Lin. Mu Lin was like the center of a vortex, tightly wrapped by the fire attribute divine power.
Master Orikawa gradually felt the change in the direction of the divine power. The fire-attributed divine power beside him seemed to be going in one direction. A ray of light flashed across his dark eyes. He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and quickly walked in that direction.
It took Zhechuan one day and one night to climb to the top of Mount Buzhou. In his confusion, he ignored all the painful twists and turns.
When Orikawa looked up, he saw Mu Lin's spirit floating in the air. His dark eyes slowly turned, and he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, without even realizing it. He was like a puppet that had been given normal human emotions, spirit and vitality in an instant.
When his eyes noticed the broken body of the woman on the ground, his eyes were instantly filled with pity and guilt.
Mu Lin naturally didn't notice the arrival of her master, she was desperately absorbing the divine power around her. When her Dantian was filled, she continued to fill her immortal veins until all the immortal veins were filled to the brim... When this absorption stopped, Mu Lin's body was already full, and she had absorbed most of the fire attribute divine power of Buzhou Mountain.
Soon, Mu Lin felt a pain in her soul, burning and full, as if she was being roasted on a fire, or as if boiling magma was being burned into her bones and blood. This feeling became more and more intense, and it was simply unbearable for her, and she couldn't help but scream.
Struggling in pain, collapsing in madness!
When Master Orikawa heard Mu Lin's scream, he felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. An indescribable anxiety was stimulating him bit by bit.
He didn't care about the harm to his divine power at all, he sat down immediately, took out his most commonly used five-stringed harp, concentrated and held his breath and began to play the instrument.
A barrier spread out along with the wonderful sound of a piano like the rippling of water, covering the souls and broken bodies of Zhechuan and Mu Lin.
Mu Lin felt the pain eased a little, and he relaxed his four senses as if aware of something. The familiar piano music was gentle and pleasant to his ears, like a pool of fine spring water washing his soul.
Mu Lin seemed to be hallucinating. The spring water in the mountain stream was crystal clear. A small red fish was swimming at the bottom of the dark green spring water, wagging its tail among the round pebbles. The green branches of the spring willows swayed gently in the wind. The willow leaves on the branches fell on the water and were kissed quietly by the small fish that swam up...
The spring scenery was unusually gentle and tender, slowly soothing her pain and anxiety.
"Concentrate."
These two words came from nowhere in a slow and calm tone, but they were imbued with a mysterious magic that made them inexplicably convincing.
Mu Lin did as she was told. She vaguely remembered where she had heard someone say this to her, but she couldn't remember where. She subconsciously felt relieved, as if with this sentence, she was not afraid of anything.
The feeling of her soul about to burst was terrible, and her body seemed to be entangled by dense red silk threads, which prevented her soul from collapsing. The two words "concentrate" in Mu Lin's mind were like a magic needle that stabilized the sea, giving her the courage to persevere.
What if it collapses, what if it is completely destroyed, what if it fails at the last moment
Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que.