The impermanence of the world is sometimes a kind of pure nonsense.
For example, the brother who was not too annoying before will become a bastard that makes people want to draw their swords; another example is that one day he will put on a dark black robe and walk in the dark world.
But there are many things, rather than impermanence, it is better to say that it is a definite number.
In fact, Elder Qin also knew about the affairs among the core disciples. He knew that in the eyes of those young and energetic young people who were full of confidence in the position of the master of Jiuxuanmen, Bailishu was the strange number who turned out to be born out of nowhere.
Actually not.
This is something that has long been doomed.
Baili, that is a surname that has been deliberately erased from history.
"Chaoge Baili, Muzhi Dongling."
These eight words, up to now, there are not enough people who know them. However, when the person from Baili arrived, everything was destined.
To this day, Elder Qin still stubbornly refuses to recognize Bailishu as the senior brother of Jiuxuanmen, because... it seems that if you deny this matter, you can deny those dark fates.
After all, he's just a stubborn idiot.
Elder Qin thought as he passed by the disciple guarding the gate.
The disciples guarding the gate didn't salute him, because they didn't notice Elder Qin's passage at all.
He is like a ghost.
In Jiuxuanmen, when an elder wears this deep black robe, he will not appear in the disciple's field of vision. Like ghosts, they would quietly leave the sect and appear in various places in the land of the Twelve Dynasties. At this time, they are no longer the elders of the Zongmen, but the swords of the Zongmen, the swords of the Zongmen.
However, whether it is a knife or a sword, they are all things used to kill people.
The disciples who compete in the martial arts field do not know, the disciples who practice swords on the mountain will not know, and the disciples guarding the mountain gate will not know. For so many years, the elders of the sect who announced that they failed to break through or could not retreat, and gradually disappeared from everyone's memory, how many of them wore such a black robe, left the sect silently, and never came back.
How much he hated such a black robe.
But now, even he himself has put on such a dark black robe.
There are eight sects of immortals, and eight sects of immortals.
No matter how lofty the immortal cultivators are, they are ultimately closely related to the secular world. Where did the refined spirit stone come from? Where is the mined spiritual mine? Where did the disciples of Jiuxuan come from before they could eat bigu? How many disciples sacrificed and how many new disciples did they need to recruit? And where are these disciples recruited? …
The Eight Sects of Immortals are, after all, only the Eight Sects of Immortals on the land of the Twelve Dynasties.
Just like the white hibiscus tree, doesn't it also need to be born in thick soil
Most of the time, Elder Qin couldn't tell whether what he was doing was right or wrong, but he only knew one thing, no matter what, he would draw his sword to anyone who wanted to attack Jiuxuanmen.
When Elder Qin left Jiuxuanmen, he raised his head and looked northeast again.
At this time, the sky in the northeast was covered with layers of clouds, and those clouds were like a sky net that slowly opened and would be completely exposed at some point.
"Brother Yi... do you want to force this net out?"
Elder Qin asked in a low voice, as if he was asking the senior brother standing on the Piyong Pavilion who was always in charge of the situation, but also as if he was asking himself.
He took a deep look at the mountain gate at the end of the Tongtian Steps, then turned around and left without looking back.
The direction he was going was the dynasty located in the southwest of Jiuxuanmen.
Golden Tang.
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The ground is a thick, deep darkness. Dark rocks cover the land jaggedly, the ground is rough and devoid of any vegetation. Pale, huge animal bones fell into the black rocks, some were partially buried by the gravel, only one and a half ten feet long ribs were exposed, and the spear pierced the sky, and some exposed twice as much A skull with a high gate, with empty eye sockets facing the sky.
It's a weird world.
There are countless huge and terrifying animal bones lying on the ground, and the rocks and sand are all dark black. A blood-red sun fell on the western horizon, turning the sky into a depressing dark red. That round of sun was not so much a setting sun as it was the eyes of some ferocious giant beast, with a tyrannical aura of killing.
Tap, tap.
Soft footsteps sounded, and on the black rock, Baili Shu, who was swallowed by the vortex of space, slowly approached a beast bone with only its head exposed. There was no surprise on his face, as if he entered here not because of a sudden change, but because he had a budget.
These are not the skeletons of ordinary beasts that people in the world can see today. They are so huge and terrifying, with sharp bone spurs and fangs like knives. Judging from the size of their heads, when they were alive, each of them might even be as huge as a city.
They... are desolate beasts.
"When the days are mourning, where is the thick soil? The pale water comforts me."
Bailishu raised his head and looked up at the bones that still retained supreme coercion and terror after death, and gently read the opening chapter of "Yi" in the first three volumes of "Taiyilu".
In the time of the barbaric era, huge and terrifying wild beasts ruled the world, and the human race lingered like ants, cursing the wild beasts like the violent sun day and night to destroy them. Until Kong Jia led the human race to set off the bloody war called "The Battle of Emperor Fen". Since then, the desolate beasts that ruled the world gradually disappeared from people's sight, and their descendants gradually became today's strange beasts .
But right now, in this ancient and strange space linked by the Qingming Tower, the deep black rocks are full of the bones of desolate beasts.
With a wave of his sleeve, Baili Shu brushed away a layer of gravel under the beast's head, and saw a spear inserted into the spine of the skull.
It really is "the day of mourning, the water arrives, and the loser dies."
The curse of the wild ancestors became a reality, and the wild beasts that ruled for an era were finally buried in the thick soil, and the bloody sun of death hung in the sky.
Baili Shu took a few steps back and looked around.
On the pitch-black ground, the pale bones looked like strangely shaped ridges from a distance because of their huge size. Compared with them, people are like ants.
——The space connected by Qingming Tower is the burial place of desolate beasts, and also the ancient battlefield of the Difen War.
This is a forgotten place, a place concealed by history and dusted by time. The creatures that once ruled the mainland have been worn down by time for tens of thousands of years, and their bones lie quietly on the deep black stone layer, allowing the bloody sun to illuminate fatefully, responding to the curse of "the death of time".
A forest of bones.
The chilling wind howled in the bone forest, blowing those black boulders day after day, with a distant and boundless sound.
The phantom of the horned dragon that was swallowed by the huge space vortex with him hovered and crawled in front of a skeleton with only the spine exposed, neighing softly, as if calling for the spirits of the ancestors.
A faint light glowed from the bone, and the light projected out, leaving a faint light mark on the phantom of the horned dragon. After that ray of light flashed out, the white bone completely lost its luster, as if it would be destroyed with just a light touch. The ray of light was very weak, but it gave people an extremely dangerous and terrifying feeling.
It is indeed a terrifying existence that once ruled the world for an era. Even after tens of thousands of years have passed, it still retains a miraculous power that is hard to resist for today's people.
The phantom of the horned dragon that got the light seal became more and more solid, and it swam like a snake on the black rocky ground, crawling in one direction at high speed.
The horned dragon is a divine dragon with wings that can ride the clouds and fog, but here it does not dare to spread its wings, as if afraid of disturbing the bones buried by the black stone, it crawls forward like a snake on the ground in awe.
Baili Shu stood under the skull of the giant beast, his figure was shrouded in shadow, and the horned dragon didn't notice his existence.
Seeing the horned dragon going in one direction through the Bone Forest, Baili Shu slowly walked out of the shadows. He did not enter the Bone Forest rashly, but looked around, and finally walked towards several fans, half-exposed on the ground like a giant scythe. of the wing bone. The edges of those wing bones are extremely thin and glowing with cold light.
It was a skeleton of a bird of prey that was almost completely covered up.
Standing in front of the wing bone, Bailishu took out the jade box that once contained the Di Hualan, and now it contained a blood-red rectangular crystal sealed with a foggy phantom.
He put the blood-red crystal close to the wing bone half exposed on the ground.
A faint white light shines out from the wing bones, forming a streak of light and sinking into the blood-red crystal in Bailishu's hand. As soon as the light seal swept in, the foggy phantom sealed in the crystal suddenly raised its wings, and the crystal instantly lit up.
However, before the aura of the misty bird of prey erupted, Baili Shu had a golden longbow in his hand.
The rectangular crystal brightened several times, and finally dimmed again unwillingly.
Baili Shu took the blood-red crystals that sealed the phantoms of the mist and birds of prey, and held a golden longbow, and walked into the forest made of white bones unhurriedly. He walked towards the direction Qiu Long had just left.
Suddenly, Bailishu stopped in his tracks.
After the pitch-black rock was broken, a thick layer of rubble was piled on the ground, and white bones protruded from it. And in the left front, there is a small, inconspicuous thing falling on the gravel.
Bailishu walked over and put the longbow on the ground.
He picked it up and gently brushed the dust off it. It was half a deep black wooden sign, with several powerful words written on it with white lacquer:
"Thanks to the Jiuxuan dry pulse".
Baili Shu stared at the half wooden sign, thinking about something, and put it away after a while.
—It was a broken spirit card.
Nine Profound Gates, the spirit card of the disciples of Bingzhou Shouta.