My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

"Why don't they come in?"

Looking at the remnant soul wandering outside the mountain depression, Hong Luan asked puzzledly.

"I don't know." Jing Yue looked around, "Do you feel..."

Qin Yanzhi: "Yes."

Jing Yue: "I haven't said..."

Qin Yanzhi glanced at him, "It's like a dead place here."

Jing Yue really thought so, the dead place is not because of the strong dead air in the mountain depression, but because there seems to be nothing here, quiet, no remnant souls, no plants, no water, only a piece of dark soil.

Once inside, it's like being shrouded in a cover, and the outside is separated by a layer.

Liu Yun: "Those remnant souls seem to be very afraid of this place?"

Hongluan: "I always feel that there seems to be something in the depths of the mountain that wants to suck me away."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling uneasy.

At this time, Jing Yue sensed that Lan Feng in the jade pendant was calling him frantically, he hurriedly undid the restraint that sealed the jade pendant, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lan Fengfei came out and shouted anxiously: "Jingjing! Jiji felt it! It's right here, right inside."

Jing Yue: "You mean that very important thing?"

Lan Feng nodded her head fiercely, "Go forward, and you will find it if you go further!"

Jing Yue frowned slightly. He wanted to move forward, but ten days had passed, so he continued to stay in the secret realm...

wrong!

He suddenly found that the fine lines on Hongluan's face seemed to have disappeared, and the other monks affected by time had returned to their original appearance.Jing Yue grabbed his own hair, and there was no trace of white in the thick black hair.

Here, even the influence of the Star Extinguishing Formation has been eliminated?

Why?

Jing Yue's actions naturally attracted the attention of others, and they quickly realized the changes in themselves, asking what's going on?

But how did Jingyue know?Even Lan Feng didn't know what to ask, and his whole heart was taken away by the depths of the mountain depression.

"Jingjing, let's go! Take Jiji with you!"

Jing Yue: "This place is weird, and there may be even more terrifying dangers lurking inside."

Lan Feng immediately changed her words, "Then Jiji doesn't want to go, Jiji doesn't want Jingjing to be in danger."

Jing Yue rubbed its head, in fact, he also tended to go inward, one was because of Lan Feng, once this opportunity was missed, Jiji might lose a great opportunity, and it was reluctant; second, he always had a premonition that Bi The vitality pointed by the cloud clock is in the depths of the mountain depression.

But this is a gamble that is close to death. He cannot and has no right to let others follow the risk.

"Go, I'll accompany you." Qin Yanzhi saw Jing Yue's struggle. Although he didn't know the reason, he also transmitted his attitude to Jing Yue.

Jing Yue: "You..."

Qin Yanzhi: "Don't hesitate, don't regret it."

Jing Yue struggled for a moment, then nodded to Qin Yanzhi.

He walked towards Liuyun, "I want to explore the depths of the mountain depression, but this trip is very dangerous, so I don't recommend you to go together."

Liu Yun: "Old Ancestor..."

Jing Yue: "Listen to me, we came this time to find a way to deal with the magic tire, but now we have found nothing. If I go back here, I will not be reconciled. Besides, I have a private matter to attend to. You really don't need to come with me." Take risks, if the entire army is wiped out, it will be a severe blow to Zhengdao, and someone among us must bring the news back."

The others naturally heard it too, Hongluan said: "Patriarch Jing is not reconciled, so why are we? Now that we have entered here, we have solved the hidden danger of time changes, and we no longer need to be limited to ten days, let alone..."

Hongluan glanced outside, "With so many remnant souls guarding outside, we can't go back."

Several people nodded, agreeing with what Hong Luan said.

Jing Yue was about to speak when suddenly he felt a gust of wind.

But just now it was obviously dead here, where did the wind come from?

What's even more strange is that when the wind blows, the remnant souls outside the valley retreat in a panic, and there is not a single remnant soul left in a blink of an eye.

"What's the situation?" As soon as someone asked, they felt a stronger wind blowing, and the wind passed by, giving them the illusion that their lives were taken away.

Jingyue also felt it, and was hesitating whether to exit the col, when suddenly, the blue phoenix in his arms flew towards where the wind came from!

"Jeep!"

Jing Yue panicked and instinctively chased after him.

Qin Yanzhi followed closely behind.

It took the others half a beat to react, but Jing and Qin had disappeared.

Liu Yun wanted to chase after him, but there was another strong suction force from the mountain depression, which instantly swept away a monk in the cave.If it weren't for the other people's quick reaction, you pull me, I pull you, temporarily stabilize the body, and almost be swept away.

The suction didn't disappear, and it even got stronger and stronger. Everyone knew that they couldn't hold it for too long, so they had to flee to the col.

the other side.

At this time, Lanfeng's consciousness was extremely unclear, and the moment the wind came, it awakened the instinct from its blood, making it forget who it was and everything around it, and could only fly in the direction of the wind.

It only knows that what is waiting for it, it must go.

Suddenly, its whole body was caught by someone, and Lan Feng still wanted to struggle, but a suction force swept it and the person who caught it away together.

"A Jing!"

Qin Yanzhi, who came after him, stretched out his hand and grabbed only half of Jingyue's clothes. There was a sound of cloth cracking in his ears, his hands were empty, and he was swept in another direction.

Qin Yanzhi was very impatient, but he couldn't resist, he could only watch Jingyue disappear, and he was also plunged into darkness.

Suddenly, the world spun, and he seemed to hear the sound of the earth, and his body was pulled violently, as if dismembered.

He saw another self, saw the other person being old and young at one time, and saw his experiences from childhood to adulthood, and the scenes were slowed down, just like watching other people's stories.

At the same time, a warm force emerged from his dantian and gradually poured into his brain.

Qin Yan covered her head, her mind was in chaos, and she only felt that a monster was about to emerge from her consciousness.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a thunderstorm, and the lightning split the darkness, and he saw the torrential rain pouring down, and a baby lying on the back of the rock.

He knew subconsciously that the baby was him.

Not long after, a Taoist appeared beside the rock, picked up the baby, and asked him, "Is that you?"

The Taoist quickly and firmly said, "It's you."

The roar of a ferocious beast was heard not far away, and he saw the Taoist put the baby into the tree hole and ran up the mountain.

Not long after, the Taoist came back, took the baby out again, and poked the baby's face, but in a blink of an eye, the Taoist disappeared from where he was.

The torrential rain turned to light rain, pattering.

And in the mountains, he was the only one left as a baby.

On the second day, a hunter came up the mountain, found him, and carried him back.

The hunter didn't treat him well, but he still raised him, day by day, year by year, and when he was three years old, the hunter died.

The hunter's younger brother took over the hunter's property and sold him to a rich family in the city. The master and wife of the rich family treated him very well at first, but soon revealed the truth. This seemingly benevolent lady is actually the master's accomplice.

When the master tried to cheat on him, he took advantage of his unpreparedness, smashed the opponent's head with an inkstone, deliberately set fire to create chaos, and fled the city overnight.

He hid in a dry well, hungry and cold, and very scared.

How much he wanted someone to rescue him. In the depths of his consciousness, he always felt that there was a vague shadow that would appear when he was in danger and pull him out of the swamp of distress.

But no, no one came.

He became a beggar.

He was chased and beaten by people, bitten by dogs, hungry and full, and no one came to rescue him.

Gradually, he no longer placed his hopes on being saved, and he didn't know why he lived, but he kept living in a daze, no matter whether he was sick or injured, death did not take him away.

But suddenly one day, when he was about to fall into a coma, the Taoist appeared again.

Taoist's arms were warm, reassuring, and familiar, and he was reluctant to leave.

The Taoist also named him "Yiwang".

But at the same time he gave his trust to the Taoist, the Taoist disappeared again.

He couldn't find a Taoist, the sky was big and the earth was big, he didn't have any news about a Taoist, so he could only hold on to an illusory name and go to the extreme north.

The extreme north is too far away, he is a mortal, and he may not be able to reach it in his whole life.

For this reason, he exhausted his energy and cultivated by all means, and even sacrificed his body for others to refine medicine. His only purpose and belief in life was to find a Taoist.

He had a hunch that he could see the Taoist again.

This idea supported him. For 17 years, no matter how painful it was, he never despaired.

He finally waited for the Taoist again.

As time goes by, more than ten cold and hot days pass by in a hurry.

He followed the Taoist through the mountains, rivers and rivers, and saw the world and the world, and the Taoist was always there.

One day, he suddenly wanted to go back to the original city, and suddenly there was no hatred in his heart.

He wanted to share his mood with the Taoist, but the figure of the Taoist gradually faded away.

Can't catch it, can't keep it.

"Go to Cold Cloud Sect, I'll wait for you."

The Taoist only left this sentence. For this sentence, he went to the extreme north again, passed various tests, became a disciple of the Cold Cloud Sect, and met the head of the Cold Cloud Sect.

The appearance of that person is different from that of a Taoist, but when he saw the other person, he knew that that person was a Taoist, but not a Taoist.

He found a Taoist, but not a complete Taoist.

And the Taoist didn't remember him either.

"What's your name?" the Taoist asked.

"I call Yi Wang."

"Yi Wang? Good name, I have a disciple named Yi Nian, it seems that you should be my destined disciple."

The Taoist stood up and walked up to him step by step.

"Forget it, from now on, you will be my second disciple."

"Who are you?" He asked for some reason.

The Taoist froze for a moment, then smiled slightly and said, "I am Jing Yuan, the patriarch of the Cold Cloud Sect."

The voice fell, and everything returned to darkness.

Qin Yanzhi felt that the warmth in his dantian was getting hotter and hotter, and it went straight to his soul, entangled with it, which gave him a feeling of regaining what was lost.

In the darkness, he saw another child, a child with scars all over his face looking up at a Taoist, "Who are you?"

The Taoist said: "I am Jing Yuan, the patriarch of the Cold Cloud Sect."

Jing Yuan...

The child doesn't like to talk. It has been almost a year since he first met the Taoist until he spoke this time.

It was the first time he heard the name of a Taoist, and he chewed it silently in his heart, and in his subsequent life, he repeated this name over and over again, thousands of times.

He followed the Taoist back to the Cold Cloud Sect and became the second disciple of the Taoist. He also has a senior brother named "Yi Nian".

The child is not good at expressing, but what he likes most is when the master calls him by his name—Yi Wang.

Because in his life, almost all the warmth was given by his master, even if his senior brother treated him very well, but he knew that if his master hadn't brought him back to the Frost Cloud Sect, if his master hadn't accepted him as a Disciple, he can't get a single thought.

Except for his physical body, everything about him comes from his master.

He likes swords, so Master accompanied him all over the Bipolar Continent to find a good sword.

He didn't have a home, so the Cold Cloud Sect became his home.

In his life, no one treats him better than Master.

He wanted to repay Master, to help Master complete his exercises, and to fulfill Master's wish.

So he practiced day and night, focusing on swordsmanship, but unfortunately...

Qin Yanzhi's consciousness gradually became clearer, as if a purple flower was blooming in front of his eyes, he finally remembered that the two periods of his life were all experienced in the illusion of Wangchenhua.

He had no memory in the illusion, but was saved by Jing Yuan.

But there is a third time.

The cold wind howled, blowing snow waves.

In the vast snowfield, there is a scorched deep pit, and there is a buried cave not far away.

The young man knelt in front of the pit, like a statue, the snowflakes on his eyelashes were gradually melted by the body temperature, like tears.

But it is impossible for a young man to cry. Since he can remember, he has never cried.

Even if the master has fallen due to the thunder disaster, even if there is no such person in this world anymore.

The young man knelt in front of the deep pit for 49 days. One day, he kowtowed three times to the cave, turned around, and left the snowfield step by step.

He left his deep and shallow footprints on the snow. After 2000 years, he has never been here again, nor has he been to any place in the bipolar world.

He trapped himself in the Cold Cloud Sect to practice hard day and night. Even though the master is no longer alive, he still remembers everything the master taught him.

If the master has not fulfilled his wish, he will fulfill it; if the master wants to protect, he will protect it.

Finally, he left the customs and killed Baizhanghai with his Taiqing Sword.

Dark sky, tumbling clouds.

The corpses of humans and monsters were all over the place, and the mountains and rivers were covered with blood.

Da Neng and Half Saint fell one after another, and the young man was covered in blood and stood holding a sword.

Blood water slid down the sword tip, and there were piles of corpses in front of him and behind him, just like the portrait of Jing Yuan hanging in the Hall of the Patriarch of the Cold Cloud Sect.

The master slayed demons in Jieshan, but he chose Baizhanghai.

Then, the young man used secret techniques to draw out his three souls, put the soul into the sword, and condensed the sword soul.

Taiqing turned into a huge sword shadow, shining brightly and obscuring all things, and slashing the head of the demon saint!

The earth shattered, mountains and rivers whimpered, the sky tore apart, and the stars dimmed.

That sword is the sword of heaven, the sword of origin, and the sword of everything!

The demon saint died, and the young man who lost his three souls also reached the end of his life.

In the swirling snowflakes, the young man seemed to sense the breath of the master, he turned his head, but couldn't see anything.

But the young man still smiled contentedly. He knew that the master was there, no matter if the world was gone or reincarnated forever, the master would always be in his heart and never left.

"Master..."

Qin Yanzhi pressed his head tightly, his five fingers almost piercing his head, and the scenes overlapped and intertwined, making him not sure which ones were real and which ones were illusions.

But in the end, Jing Yuan's appearance changed into another person, that person's eyes were full of starlight, and there was his shadow in the starlight.

That person is warm, soft, fearless, and powerful. He smiled and said to him under the moonlight, "I really like you."

"Master... Ah Jing..."

"A Jing!"

Suddenly, Qin Yanzhi fell into endless darkness.