After the rebirth, the villain was arched

"You... Tianyuan Peak, Tianyuan Peak is really... crazy!"

Everyone was so angry that they couldn't say a complete sentence, pointing at a few people and trembling.

Suddenly, a jet of black miasma burst through the sky, shattering the colorful streamer in an instant, and the place where the black miasma originated was the claustrophobic valley where everyone came over just now.

Not only the five-party barrier, but even the barrier of Tianyuanmen was broken by the miasma. The sky was gradually filled with black miasma, and the lifeless Tianyuanmen suddenly became extremely cold. In the dark sky, it seems to be faintly visible.

"The gates of hell are open!"

"What's going on, aren't those 28 cracks repaired? How come!"

Even Ji Cangsheng was a little puzzled, but soon, they knew the reason.

"You are really easy for me to find." Manao stepped down from the air in a cloud of miasma, "Tianyuan Xianzun, thanks to you."

Before everyone had time to attack the agate, the red skirt flew away, and a crack that could not even be illuminated opened on the Tianyuan Terrace, swallowing Ji Cangsheng in an instant.

"Master!"

"Master!"

The disciples of Tianyuan Peak rushed in without hesitation before the crack disappeared.

Only twenty or so Shangxianzhangmen were left looking at each other.

"No...it can't be like this!"

"When we sit in this position, we shoulder the mission entrusted by God!"

"The Upper Immortal Realm must be protected, and the Underworld Realm must not be allowed to succeed!"

"yes……"

Everyone looked at each other, there was no desolation, only firmness and solemnity.

Today they must be buried here.

"We must... go and fill that crack!"

On the Tianyuan Terrace, the stone tablet with only two large characters suddenly shone with white light.If you look carefully, you can find that the densely recorded records are the names of Tianyuan Xianzun in the past.

And a white light shot out from the name of the first generation Tianyuan Xianzun, scattered into several light spots, and gradually scattered.

The huge memory and inheritance fell into the mind, directly knocking everyone unconscious.

Meanwhile, inside the crack.

The other end of the crack is not the underworld, but a distorted space.There is no end to end in the space, and it is pitch black, making people unable to see the hope of life.

It was not until a long time later that I finally saw the light.

It turned out to be...

Tianyuan Gate.

After entering the darkness, everyone dispersed, and when they came out again, they came to a place that was almost exactly the same as the Tianyuan Gate before they left.

It's a pity that there are beautiful mountains and clear waters here, but there are no insects, snakes, birds or animals, and there is no human breath.

The place where the folded flowers fell was not the 22nd Peak, nor Tianyuan Peak or Xianmei Mountain, but a small mountain somewhere.

He was very familiar with this place, after passing through a bamboo forest, he could indeed see the locked house.

That was the residence where he stayed in Tianyuanmen for several years, was called trash and disgrace, and was still an outside disciple.

Everything here seems to have not changed, and it is still the same as in memory.

Zhehua didn't dare to act rashly in this weird place, he tried to use the true energy in his body, but found that it was like a secluded valley, and he couldn't find even a trace of spiritual power.

Where exactly is this.

He decided to take a look anyway.

But not into the house, but...

As soon as he walked out of the bamboo forest, he heard a sound coming from behind the house.

anyone?

Although he couldn't feel it, based on his years of intuition, he didn't notice the human breath.

He turned around and wanted to escape, but it was too late.

Countless black shadows appeared from behind the house, and Zhehua didn't see who they were until they got out of the shadows.

It turned out to be a familiar companion when he was outside the door.

But he doesn't really regard this group of things that don't even have eyeballs as human beings, not to mention that they hardly behave in a human way, like corpses that have been decomposing for a long time, or animals on all fours, with their hands hanging on the ground to prop up their bodies. Weird arc, crawling over faster than walking speed.

There is no place where spiritual power can operate, and even the storage bag cannot be opened, and the folding of flowers is different from the others. He is not good at fighting, and he is not good at wielding knives and guns. , except for some spares in the storage bag, it can be described as unarmed.

But now he really suffered from this bad habit, being chased all over the mountain by a group of monsters.

His physical fitness is not very good, fortunately he has spent many years outside the door, although he is still far behind normal cultivators, he can still run for a while hiding from these monsters with almost no IQ.

But this is not the way, he has to find someone else.He didn't know if other people would encounter these monsters, but at least the situation would be much better than himself.

More importantly, he wanted them all alive, safe, and in the same space.

Zhehua ran all the way to Xianmei Mountain, but he didn't dare to go to Tianyuan Peak or Shizun's house, he was afraid that it would be difficult for Shizun's body to deal with these monsters, and he didn't want to cause trouble for others.

Even if Tahua didn't let go of Master at that time, they were still in danger of being dispersed.

The residence of the disciples outside the door is not too far from Xianmei Mountain, which is not too far for a cultivator.

Zhehua was the lowest among the five, and hurried back from the East China Sea. After days of exhaustion and the absence of her cultivation, she was so traumatized. Before she even saw the foot of Xianmei Mountain, she was killed by a monster. caught up.

When this monster scratched its body, it would leave a vicious miasma, which prevented the wound from healing and eventually the skin festered. Fortunately, he hid in time and did not suffer too much damage, but he was still scratched in several places.

Just when he was about to be completely surrounded by these monsters, there were continuous low growls and screams not far in front of him.

Those monsters were thrown out like pickles, and blood splashed on that stinky face.

Qi Ru frowned.

His way of attacking is too violent. He used to feel that the opponent's blood splashed on his body would give him a wonderful pleasure, but now it only makes him feel sick.

He was more than half a head taller than Zhehua, with his slender and powerful legs striding forward, he walked over quickly, and reached out to grab the person over.

With a wave of the weapon in his hand, it immediately swept away.

Apart from being disgusting, this thing is not a threat to him.

Zhehua was so exhausted that she was out of breath, laying on the person's shoulder to calm down her breath with lingering fear, the monster's blood also contained miasma, so he reached out and wiped the blood stained on Qiru's face with his sleeve.

Qi Ru frowned, and wanted to throw people off, but there were monsters rushing forward one after another, so she could only count the waist of this little trash with one hand, and deal with the other pile of disgusting trash with the other.

This good-for-nothing brother still has a few wounds on his body, he may have miasma of blood in his body, so he has to use himself to block it.

Really annoying.

Zhehua lay on the person's shoulder and was thrown into a mess, and she didn't dare to circle the person's neck forcefully, for fear of angering this master.

When Qiru finished cleaning up the group of monsters, Zhehua felt that his life was shorter than his life after running away for so long.

He was thrown to the ground by the neck, and he was about to fall again, but Qi Ru frowned and held him up.

"Where is Master?"

Zhehua shook her head: "I didn't see it, I dare not go to Tianyuan Peak to look for it."

"En." Qiru turned around and was about to leave, but was dragged down by Zhehua.

If it had been different from the past, he would have been unable to hold him back, but today, the person with his back turned fell over without using much force.

The blood of those monsters was still on the ground, and the grass and leaves were dead just where it flowed through. Zhehua hurried up and pressed his chest against the man's back, only to find that the man had passed out.

Qiru is not as outstanding as Jade Butterfly or Tahua, but she reveals a kind of publicity and good looks. At this time, the eyes that are always inadvertently revealing a fierce light are closed tightly, and sometimes the words are mean. Her thin lips were pursed, and there was a layer of light blue.

He didn't dare to delay, moved Qiru to the nearest flat stone platform, and opened his sachet.

I don't have much interest in folding flowers. I like to tinker with these gadgets on weekdays. Sometimes I like to add some medicine to the aromatherapy. Even if the effect is small, it can mediate a little sinister.

He cleaned up the blood on Qiru's body, poured out the aromatherapy, crushed it, and applied it to the slightly blackened wound, but he didn't know if it would help.

Some aromatherapy has inedible things added, and now they have no internal strength to force out the toxins, so they definitely dare not feed things into Qiru's mouth casually.

When Qiru woke up, he happened to see velvet-like snowflakes falling from the sky.

He was resting on something warm and soft, and looked up at the thin and pointed chin.

A pair of short-lived blessings.

Zhehua looked up at the sky at this time, he held Qiru's hand with his left hand to keep warm, and stretched out his right hand to catch a snowflake as light as a feather.

The snowflakes were melted by his warm body temperature, leaving a thin layer of water stains, like tears falling from the sky.

His voice was clean and warm, with a hint of melancholy that was not difficult to detect at this time.

"Snowing."

To be continued.

The author has something to say: no serious illnesses, minor illnesses keep coming, alas...