The wind blows from the overhead passage.
Gu Qingshan moved his hand away from the hidden space on the wall, and sighed:
"It is not easy for the Sage of Wind and Rain to build such a hidden passage alone in the Land of No Turn."
The fox girl said proudly: "Of course, she is responsible for the entire survey of the land of no turning. The numerous construction sites are intertwined, the layout of the underground palace and even the passages and magic circles. The saints have their own opinions. Only she can convince everyone." , and then make a final decision."
Gu Qingshan nodded and said: "But it's been so long, did the demons not notice it at all?"
"Then I don't know, why don't you use me to make a fortune," said the fox girl.
Gu Qingshan took out the copper coins as he said, and sprinkled them into the void.
The copper coins kept spinning until they all revealed their upward facing sides.
"Ominous, no matter how you count it, it's this hexagram." The fox girl said discouragedly.
"—then be careful."
Gu Qingshan didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile.
He rolled on the spot and turned into a big orange cat. He borrowed "Yu Wuxia" from Wei Zun, and his figure disappeared in the void.
"Let's go?" the fox girl asked.
"Meow!" the orange cat nodded.
As soon as it was in shape, it flew upwards.
The aisle is full of cold wind, dry and cool, and the orange cat runs along the vertical wall.
After dozens of breaths.
The orange cat slowed down and quietly looked up.
I saw a dark shadow lying quietly on the wall, motionless.
"Amitabha, this is the guardian of the demons. He is responsible for patrolling the place of no return and checking the situation everywhere. Be careful, patron." The old monk's voice sounded.
The orange cat lightly jumped to the other end of the wall, and passed the shadow in a flash.
It turned around and looked at the demon, only to see that the other party was still motionless.
The orange cat tilted its head and thought for a while, equipped itself with the title of "Void God of War", and looked at the demon again.
This time, the orange cat immediately saw countless runes in the void.
They are arranged and combined in a specific way, surrounding the demon, forming a mysterious technique.
"What are you?" The orange cat asked secretly.
All the mysterious runes surged up, telling the orange cat about their power in silent voices.
for a moment.
The orange cat looked stunned.
—It turns out that the entire passage is covered with invisible mystical techniques, which are designed to target demons, making them unable to detect the movement around them.
But if someone wants to investigate the situation here, this mysterious technique will be completely hidden, so that this technique cannot be detected.
The evil spirit only knew that there was a hidden passage here, and after checking that there was nothing abnormal, they sent people to guard it, but they didn't know that it was futile.
The orange cat sighed silently.
Saint of wind and rain.
Countless years after her death, the technique she set up can still do this step, the strength is simply unimaginable.
However, a saint like her is still dead.
The orange cat shook its head and continued to run up the wall.
After counting interest.
It crouched in front of a small sunken patio.
The orange cat stretched out its front paws and touched a certain wall brick hard.
On the terrace, a small thing suddenly appeared.
The orange cat stared at that thing, confusion flashed in his eyes.
—It was a bloodstained rattle.
When it appeared, the spell covering it dissipated without a sound.
It seems that the sage of wind and rain has put in a lot of effort to preserve this rattle.
The orange cat stepped forward and squatted in front of the rattle.
—In the previous life, I liked playing rattles when I was a child
wrong.
this toy—
Not impressed at all.
The orange cat groaned, stretched out its front paws again, and tried to touch the rattle lightly.
When its paws just touched the rattle, it suddenly shook, and its mind went blank.
Countless lights and shadows continue to dance and condense in the memory, and finally turn into a picture from an incomparably long time ago.
-village.
Black smoke billowed and burned for most of the morning, and the flames finally engulfed the entire village.
The scorched ground was full of dead bodies.
Under a nearly collapsed earth wall, a small corpse opened its eyes.
This is a boy.
He is about three years old, dark and thin, and his body is still in good condition.
After the boy woke up, he showed no signs of panic, but looked around carefully.
By this time the fire was out.
The roof had been burnt clean long ago, leaving only the four bare walls.
There were also two bodies in the room, a man and a woman.
The boy glanced at it and showed a clear expression.
He took out a rattle from his arms, stood up, and walked in front of the couple.
The boy turned the rattle lightly, making it sound one after another.
Boom—boom—boom—
Three drums sounded, and phantom figures emerged from the two corpses.
There was even a small figure nestling beside them.
The boy said: "You must be the parents of this body, and you, the original owner of this body—"
"Sorry, I only have this thing in my hand, and let me save you to reincarnate, how about it?"
The man and woman looked at each other and nodded.
The woman hugged the small figure in her arms and said something silently.
The boy listened for a few breaths, nodded and said: "I will use his body to help you continue your relationship in the next life."
The woman immediately knelt down and saluted the boy.
The boy backed away and said, "There's no need to be too polite, this is my duty."
He shook the rattle lightly.
Boom boom boom boom—
The sound of the drums was dense, and gradually brought an inexplicable force.
"Go and reincarnate. When your family is reunited again, the world should have returned to stability." The boy said.
The three phantoms nodded at him, turned into streamers and flew into the void, disappearing.
The boy watched them go. After a while, he slowly put away the rattle and walked out of the house.
He walked slowly among the ruins, and when he saw a corpse occasionally, he gently shook the rattle to send the other person to reincarnation.
At noon, the boy finally walked out of the ruined village.
He stood by the side of the road, looking back at the residual village.
"Unexpectedly, the prehistoric world has become so chaotic, and even ordinary people can't be at peace."
"It seems that I'm going to grow up faster."
The boy's face was frosty, but his stomach let out a long growling sound.
He paused, and suddenly realized that he had more pressing matters to solve.
"Looking for something to eat... What do three-year-old sentient beings eat?"
He closed his eyes and flipped through the memory of this body.
The memory of this body is only three years, and it knows too little, but it still has some impressions of what it eats.
"Yes—the spiritual fruit under the west slope is just right for me to eat."
The child walked westward along the dirt road, and sure enough, he found a piece of bright red fruit at the foot of the slope.
In my impression, this fruit is the most precious thing in the village, and some are only picked during festivals for children and the elderly to eat.
He slowly climbed down the slope, walked to the low fruit tree, picked one and ate it.
"Contains a little spiritual power, which can nourish the body, develop wisdom, and prolong life."
The child commented while eating.
Suddenly, a voice sounded from the depths of the woods:
"You little doll, you know a lot."
After eating one, the child picked another, and while wiping the dust off the fruit with his clothes, he asked, "Who is in the forest?"
I saw a burly figure coming out of the forest.
But it was a well-dressed man with a big beard, a bow on his back, two sabers on his waist, and a spiritual fruit in his hand, and he ate it with big mouthfuls.
The man looked at the young boy in front of him, and then at the village in the distance.
"Only this child is still alive... tsk..."
The man came over, knelt down beside the child, and said, "I am Lin Changfeng, the murderous demon king. I often eat human flesh raw and drink human blood. There are countless dead souls under my command. Are you afraid?"
The boy shook his head and said, "Not afraid."
"Not afraid? Why not?" The man wondered.
The boy pointed to the fruit in his hand, then pointed to the gourd on his back, and said, "You are eating the fruit, and there is the sound of water in the gourd but no smell of blood, so you were lying just now."
Lin Changfeng froze, and said resentfully: "Nowadays, children are so smart? Have you grown up from eating spirit fruits?"
"The one I eat is better than the spiritual fruit." The child said.
"No wonder."
Lin Changfeng slapped his thigh and immediately figured it out.
At this time, a gust of distant wind blew slowly.
Lin Changfeng listened for a few breaths, and his face changed: "Little guy, there will be a period later, I will withdraw first."
As soon as the voice fell, his figure flashed, and he flew towards the far sky.
The next moment.
He suddenly turned back and landed beside the boy.
He stomped his feet and said, "Damn! Damn! There is only one dead end for you to stay here, why did I just run into you!"
"Dead end?" the boy asked in confusion.
But Lin Changfeng jumped up, slapped himself, and cursed: "I told you to meddle in your own business!"
He held the boy on his shoulders and fled into the distance.
Guolin returned to silence.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
Suddenly, a majestic voice filled the world, as if it was declaring to hundreds of millions of sentient beings:
"The worlds are infinite, only the prehistoric ones are respected."
"The catastrophe of the era is coming, and the chaos is about to reopen, and the power of the world will be used to save the common people."
"—You saints must hold on to the battle situation."
"Others, go to Buzhou Mountain!"
This voice resounded throughout the world.
The child quietly stayed on Lin Changfeng's shoulder, and he didn't seem to have any fear, just listening to this sentence curiously.
He patted Lin Changfeng, and asked curiously, "What are those people doing near Buzhou Mountain?"
Lin Changfeng snorted and explained casually:
"It is said that a congenital sage who descended from chaos will appear near Mount Buzhou—but I think this is a lie—since he is a congenital sage, why not go directly to the holy palace and guide the saints to fight against demons? "
The child nodded and became quiet again.