lifeless.
In the dead world, the thick black iron gate stands tall, and the nine black iron gates stand on the ground without light. It seems to form an independent space by itself. The main peak of the nine mysterious iron gate is only an entrance to it. The space where it stands is somewhat similar to the ancient battlefield of the Difen War connected to the Qingming Pagoda in Bingzhou City.
The ground is thick and dark, with craggy dark rocks covering the land, and the harsh wind blows from a distant horizon.
Nine tens of thousands of Taoist gates stand on the ground, majestic and majestic. Numerous runes that are difficult to recognize by latecomers are engraved on the thick Taoist gates. The ancient civilization before the epoch circulates in those simple and mysterious lines. The power that splits the sky and the earth shocks people's hearts and souls.
Above each Taoist door, there is a round of blood-colored sun hanging.
That is the dead sun.
They hung above the Xuanmen, and the blood-colored light coated the Xuanmen with a layer of oppressive and ominous color, as if these nine giant gates existed by absorbing the power of these suns.
There are nine black iron gates in total, and seven of them have been opened. Behind the heavy giant gates is a deep darkness. The darkness has no light, no life, and it is the dead silence that makes the hearts of immortal cultivators tremble. Behind the gate is nothing but barrenness.
Tap, tap.
Soft footsteps sounded, and Yi Heping walked on the jagged rocks, and slowly walked past the opened black iron doors. His black robe was blown by the wind, making a slight rustle. Sound, in this space where there is nothing but wind, black stone, and bloody sun, even the sound of his own clothes seems a bit strange.
The chilling wind howled.
Yi Heping imagined the scene of these winds blowing these thick profound doors day after day. Since the day when Kong Jia was cast in the early years of the Chaos Era, these giant doors have endured the erosion of time for tens of thousands of years.
It was a kind of loneliness that made people feel small for no reason.
He sighed softly from the bottom of his heart, and walked to the eighth Xuanmen, the black robe on his body was blown by the chilling wind, and he put his hands in the sleeves of the robe.
Yi Heping counted the time silently in his heart, and after waiting for a while, the ground trembled slightly.
The heavy mysterious door thousands of feet high slowly opened, and the horizontal and vertical turning lines on the heavy iron door flowed with brilliant brilliance, like a door that dazzled at that moment, briefly dispelling the surrounding The oppressive silence in the space. The ground trembled, and the door opened a gap large enough for a cavalry to pass side by side.
The moment the Xuanmen just opened, the space behind the door appeared.
Countless stars slowly rotate behind the door, behind the Xuanmen seems to be a sea of stars, the light of the wandering stars illuminates the space as beautiful as a dream, it is a kind of space that is too shocking and far away for human beings The beauty of it belongs to the realm of the gods.
In the brilliance of the stars, a thin figure slowly walked out.
As he slowly walked out, behind him, the incomparably beautiful sea of stars was extinguished piece by piece, just like with his departure, the sea of stars that had been maintained behind the door for tens of thousands of years died little by little. When he walked out of the Xuanmen, the last star was completely extinguished.
After Xuanmen, it completely turned into a death-like darkness.
Completely different from the shocking and glorious beauty just now, Xinghai died within a few breaths, and the light disappeared forever.
Yi Heping looked at the young man who was slowly walking out of the door.
Xinghai died behind him, and his black robe was covered with a faint, wandering brilliance. The first time he saw him, Yi Heping felt that the young man who was sitting on the high platform and whispering to himself was far away from him. It's far away. Going into Taoism again and again, and then walking out again, the youth is rapidly becoming far away.
It was a feeling of remoteness.
On the surface, Baili Shu didn't seem to have changed at all, he still had no expression, and his face was still the same as before. But Yi Heping understood that something had truly changed.
The other party seems to have walked a long, long way alone one after another, time, space... All those vast and unknown things separate him from everyone. He was clearly standing in front of his eyes, but it gave people a feeling that the other party was far away from him. This feeling is the strongest every time he just walks out from the Xuanmen.
After walking out for a while, Baili Shu himself would cover up this feeling.
But Yi Heping was used to waiting for Bailishu to come out from behind the door every time he took the time to come to the Xuanmen.
At this time, he will realize more and more clearly that in fact, he is not a decent teacher.
"The sky pillar has risen?"
Baili Shu asked, although it was an inquiry, but judging from his expression and tone, he had actually confirmed the matter.
In his eyes, there seemed to be a slowly revolving, vast sea of starry sky, and a pale phoenix phantom spread its wings and soared in the starry sky. But this seemed to be just an illusion, and soon, his pupils were as usual, like a deep sea covered with ice, when peeping, he could only see his own reflection on the ice on the sea surface.
"In the direction of Yanmen County, the Nanchen Dynasty has already started."
Yi Heping said that he thought of the little junior brother who was once in high spirits, who loved Chinese clothes and could fight with the disciples of the Hehuan Sect for a Zhuyan pill.
"Yanmen County..."
Bailishu raised his eyes slightly, staring at the death sun hanging in the sky, and thought of something.
In the underground of Yanmen County, there are countless fog birds of prey hanging on the top of the underground space, the shadows of giant birds and snakes, countless iron chains running across the space, isolated islands sealed by iron chains, the bronze earth on the isolated islands, and the Xuandi Emperor who was used. The accompanying sword "jue" seals the existence in the bronze earth.
Now he already understood why when the passageway collapsed, he looked back at the direction of the bronze earth and felt an inexplicable sadness.
There, there were two children of the former Baili family.
One turned her back on her bloodline and took the surname of Baili for herself. One followed him from beginning to end, and finally died slowly in the raging black water.
"The daughter of the White Emperor."
Baili Shu said.
From his calm voice, Yi Heping heard a faint sadness.
Yi Heping looked at him and felt that he saw a silhouette in the long river of time.
The change of the era, the change of the world, countless long and long legends, Baili Shu is a person who has personally experienced them. Time goes by little by little, even the immortal sun will die, only he stands silently, eroded by time, tired but never stops.
In fact, it is better not to remember.
"The one who revived is Emperor Xuan."
Yi Heping had already guessed something, but now he got confirmation from Bailishu.
Baili Shu lowered his eyes slightly.
He knows more than anyone else.
In fact, the one most likely to be revived should be Baidi. Baidi was born from the fire of immortality. He is the ancient emperor with the most "immortality" and "rebirth" properties. He should be the most difficult to kill among the three emperors. .
But in fact, Baidi was the first and most complete fall.
Baili Shu confirmed this when he destroyed Namu King City. In the great desert of Kalachorma, they entered the royal city belonging to Baidi. If Baidi had not completely fallen, the sycamore tree should actually be the place where his will sleeps, and it cannot be destroyed so easily Lose.
With the help of Shenmu's gestation, Baidi should be the most likely to recover from death.
However, Baidi's will was dormant in the broken pillars of the Qi Qin Dynasty.
Even if the Qi and Qin Dynasty successfully untied the Tianzhu in the capital of Shang, Baidi would not be able to recover, because the parasol tree, which was the place of Nirvana, had been destroyed, and what remained in the Tianzhu was not so much Baidi's. It is better to say that the will is just the power of the pure Baidi.
In the Ten Thousand Immortals Era, Emperor Bai, Emperor Xuan, and Beichen Taiyi wanted to create the "Emperor Map" that encompassed the Twelve Dynasties, and redefine the definition of power, thereby depriving the eighteenth Gu Clan of the power they stole from the ancient emperor. At the beginning, Bailishu went to the Namu Kingdom of Klazhuoma alone in order to prevent Huangtu from being painted.
He persuaded Baidi to move the royal city to the void.
Then he took away the fire of red flames from the city of Namu.
The fire of red flames was taken away, and the imperial map lost important power. Even if it could be drawn, it would not be complete.
Perhaps, at that time, Baidi thought that he had made a huge mistake, which led to the failure of the plan that the three emperors were preparing to complete together. Therefore, when the era was interrupted later, he chose to use his own power to protect Xuandi and Taiyi Bar.
Baili Shu thought about these slowly.
Just like what he once said to Ye Qiusheng.
In fact, he is not a good person at all. No matter what his original intention is, what he does and the means he adopts are not moral at all.
"Next..."
Baili Shu raised his eyes and stared at the dead sun in the sky.
Yi Heping leaned over slightly, just like after the war started, ready to convey his order.
"Let them go to Jintang, I will go to Taishangzong."
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Mengguan.
"As expected of Liyuan." The disciple of Zhenzong pouted, leaned lazily on the tree trunk, and held a small pottery cup in his hand. His face was like that of a hungry and thirsty man visiting a kiln, and he didn't have the demeanor of a fairy disciple at all.
Li Shu sat aside, trembling with distress, and said angrily, "That's not nonsense."
After opening that altar, which he only intended to secretly share with Jiang Chen, he was targeted by this group of bandits. The last small jar of wine had to be divided equally among ten people.
A jar of Liyuan is only a little bit, two people drink it is one cup, ten people share it is simply one person two mouthfuls. Fortunately, these gluttons are going to grab such a couple of sips of wine.
There is less wine and more people, but it is still rare to get good wine. These days guarding Mengguan, eating Bigu Dan every day makes people sick to their stomachs. The people who are about to fade out of their mouths are holding this little wine, just like a big girl guarding her dowry. Two or three are still a bit more vivid, and it's over after one or two sips.
The remaining few shameless people held a small glass of wine, brought it up to their noses and took a deep breath of the aroma of the wine, then loudly praised "good wine", intoxicated for a while, and then cherishedly licked the wine. Such a mouthful, how wretched and wretched the expressions and movements are.
Just a little wine, let them drink until dawn.
They're skinny and shameless, at best they can't be seen when they close their eyes.
But the problem is that this pear source is really fragrant. After I drank my two sips of wine, someone next to me was still holding the wine cup, and praised me from time to time, and then the aroma of the wine wafted back and forth in front of your nose all night...
Jiang Chen twitched the corners of his mouth, and pressed down the blue veins that popped out on his forehead.
I kind of want to hit someone.
"Are you done? Are you done yet?"
A disciple of the Hehuan Sect at the side finally couldn't hold it anymore. She opened her eyes, raised her brows, and swung her eyes like knives, staring fiercely at the disciple of the Zhenzong Sect and Li Shu, the two who behaved the most. With his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, the threat was obvious.
But everyone has been getting along for a while, and they all know the basics, and gradually get along with each other, and they don't feel ashamed.
The disciple of Zhenzong laughed and stretched out his hand to hook Li Shu's neck: "I'm here to exchange my views and experiences on the wine way with Junior Brother Li. Junior Sister Yang, the weather is so good today, why are you so irritable?"
"I think the weather is really good, suitable for heads-up."
Junior Sister Yang of the Hehuan Sect looked up at the sky and nodded.
The disciple of Zhenzong looked solemn: "Junior Sister, you are wrong, the sky is high and clear, there are no clouds... clouds... fuck me!"
Just when Zhen Zong said that there were no clouds in the sky, the sky suddenly changed, and in just a few breaths, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and dark clouds shrouded the sky heavily. In the early morning, the sky, which was not considered bright at all, suddenly turned dark like night, and the face of a little sun that had just risen was completely covered by every exposure.
The world was dark, and a strong wind suddenly blew on the ground.
The wind came suddenly, and it was so strong that even the disciples of the Xianmen who were immortal cultivators felt that the wind was like a knife when it hit their faces.
"what happened?"
Jiang Chen stood up abruptly, channeled his true energy to protect his whole body, and the long sword was unsheathed in an instant.
"Fuck! My wine! My wine!"
"Hold!"
Almost at the same time, someone shouted loudly.
The weather became sudden. When everyone looked up at the clouds in the sky, the wind blew violently. The disciples of Zhenzong and Li Shu were caught off guard. The wine in the wine cup in one hand was blown to the ground. The wine jar in the house was firmly filled with half a jar of sand.
Seeing that the wine they cherished so much was gone, they suddenly cried out in distress.
Holding the sword, Jiang Chen who was on guard: ...
Damn, this group of brains have pits.