Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

In the fairy world, the Shangxuan Xianzong is located in the Xuantian realm.

When Ji Linchuan arrived, he saw the majestic gate standing on top of a high mountain surrounded by green water.The mountains are ten thousand feet high, and the water is thousands of feet deep. People feel insignificant in them.

Such a magnificent mountain gate can only be regarded as a small sect in the fairy world.

Ji Linchuan lowered the flying sword. In order to be a disciple, he did not land directly at the mountain gate, but climbed up the mountain step by step before the stone steps in front of the mountain, just like the sect in the heavenly spirit world many years ago.

The mountain gate is approaching, but there is no disciple guarding the mountain gate.

Ji Linchuan frowned, thinking that the rules of the upper realm may be different from those of the lower realm. After thinking about it, he took out the token of the disciple of the Xuanxianzong in the lower realm and held it in his hand.

Although I don't know if it is useful or not, at least it can be used as a token.

Walking into the mountain gate, a clear aura rushes towards you, which makes you feel refreshed, and you can hear the singing of birds, the sound of wind and trees in your ears.

Ji Linchuan quickened his pace a little.

Although I don't know how many of my former classmates have successfully ascended, but it would be good if I could see a few familiar faces.

The demon lord's brows were slightly frowned.

Finally, when he reached the main hall of the sect, he didn't see a single disciple along the way. This time Mozun was not the only one who felt something was wrong, and Ji Linchuan also felt suspicious.

The sky is still blue, and the aura here is still so fresh and pleasant.

The door of the hall was closed.

The book has a plaque with the word "Shangxuan" placed on it, with sharp brushwork, which was left by the founder of Shangxuan.

Ji Linchuan's hand holding the sword suddenly trembled.

Cultivators have a saying that the relationship between heaven and man is related to matters that concern them. The more advanced the person is, the stronger the connection will be.Ji Linchuan has cultivated to this day, and his cultivation is close to the realm of the fairy king. His induction must not be unreasonable.

He opened the temple door.

There are many people who come into view.

Some people stood in high positions, and some people stood on both sides, densely packed, and filled the palace that was enlarged with the technique of space.

Their complexions are lively, like living people, standing or sitting in different postures, with different expressions, and some of them are still slightly opening their mouths, as if they are spitting out words in the next second.

They just stopped there, as if they were still in a huge scroll.

But there is no breath of soul.

The token in Ji Linchuan's hand fell to the ground.

After a long time, he turned around and said to the devil: "What kind of 'art' is this?"

His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid that if it was a little louder, the people in the room would be scattered.

The demon master said: "Suming once created seven forms of Taoism, all of which have the ability to predict ghosts and gods, this is one of them."

"—Cut off."

Ji Linchuan said: "...what is it, cut off the flow."

"As I said, fish in a long river can only flow with the waves. The so-called cutting off the flow means cutting off the river water that they depend on for survival."

"What will happen if you break it? Can you put it back again?"

"It's not difficult to put it back." The demon lord didn't answer the first question, "It's just that I can only put the fish after the flow is cut off."

The fish before the flow is cut off are still in the water.

But the fish breeder stands on the shore, can only look down, cannot touch.

Ji Linchuan fell silent. After a long time, he walked into the hall.

He walked past a person, in a group of blue and white disciple robes, his white clothes looked out of place.

He saw a lot of strange faces, although unfamiliar, but also feel close.

He also saw many familiar faces.

There are the younger brothers and sisters he once taught, the former elders, the head of the sect, and...

He stopped.

In front of him was a man with clear eyebrows, high crown and tied hair, steady and deep eyes, just like back then.

Feng Yang.

Ji Linchuan closed his eyes, and the veins in his sword hand were exposed.

He walked up to the altar and saw a letter with two lines of ink and a wooden hairpin on the wooden table in front of the head of Shangxuan.

For some reason, he came up with an intuition that the technique of cutting off the flow must have been attached to the wooden hairpin, wrapped in an envelope, and when it was opened, it was the time when the technique was activated.

He could even imagine the scene at that time.

The head of Shangxuan convened a meeting of disciples, and opened such a letter with hidden murderous intentions at the meeting.

Even before there was any time to react, everyone was thrown to the shore of time, and then the spirit and soul suddenly disappeared, and the body turned into sand, and the last moment was remembered by time, and it has been preserved to this day.

He looked at the two lines of ink, which read: "Kites fly in the sky, fish jump in the abyss. A meager gift is not a respect."

The inscription is a piece of red maple, as bright as fire, as if clotted with blood.

He tightened his fingers and almost crushed the letter into pieces.

When he walked back to the gate of the palace, the Demon Lord was standing there waiting for him.

The light outside the temple hit the back of the Demon Lord, casting a deep shadow, making it hard to see what his expression was like.

However, Ji Linchuan bowed and said, "But seniors, please take action so that the flow can be stopped and the flow can be resumed."

"Have you figured it out?" the devil asked, "Now their time is stuck at this moment, they are in this world but not in this world, even though their souls are dead, they can still live forever, and you can still come here in the future... "

"Even if you are a fish, you don't want your body to be laid in the shallows. Born in the river and sea, return to the river and sea. Born in this world, return to this world. I think this is what most of you would like." Ji Linchuan interrupted road.

The Demon Lord should only say: "Okay."

He raised his hand, and immediately there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing, and the time that was still in the hall began to flow.

Ups and downs and sunlight came in, and the people in the hall seemed to be talking and laughing one second, and then slowly turned into flying sand along with the wind in the next second.

"Don't look."

The devil walked behind Ji Linchuan, trying to cover his eyes with his hand, but Ji Linchuan grabbed his wrist.

After a while, the dust and smoke cleared away, and the room was empty.

Ji Linchuan remained silent for a long time, then said in a hoarse voice: "Before, when I was tested by the inner demons of the seniors, they often questioned me."

"Oh?" The demon lord made a low voice.

"They asked me, Ji Linchuan, although you shoulder the responsibility of the world all by yourself, isn't it you who are the source of all the farce for tens of thousands of years and that have brought so much suffering to the world?"

"I can't argue with that."

"As long as I know in my heart, everything is not what I want, and it is not my fault."

Ji Linchuan's voice lowered, "This time, I killed them."