Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect

I saw that the quiet sea water split into two without warning, separated by a nearly [-]-foot-wide abyss, the big ship plunged straight into the abyss, and the hull made a "crack" sound in the air as if it was about to fall apart. , as if someone's teeth were chattering.

Yan Zhengming rubbed his ears, waved back the Shijiazi into his sleeves, and the two of them held their swords and stopped dangerously above the crack.

There is no wind, no waves, the sea water goes straight up and down, but the flow speed is unnaturally slow, supporting a steep wall of sea water, but the lifeless water waves seem to be painted on it.

The two swords in the air trembled involuntarily, as if they were going to throw their master off and run away by themselves.

Cheng Qian poured his true essence into his eyes, looked down, and saw that the abyss was endless.

He had no choice but to mock bitterly: "Senior brother, you said that your broken boat would find the secret realm according to the clear energy, and found a ditch in the end?"

Yan Zhengming glared at him: "How do I know? Besides, there is no reason why I came to such a ghostly place. It's not all my fault..."

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault," Cheng Qian hastily cut off his voice, "What about now? Leave here?"

"Nonsense, are you going to be stuck in a ditch for the New Year?" Yan Zhengming slightly adjusted the height of the wooden sword, grabbed Cheng Qian's wrist, and warned, "Don't let go of my hand."

The two were extremely cautious, Yu Jian flew forward, intending to stay away from the abyss before releasing the stone mustard seeds, but a strange thing happened-the abyss seemed to be active.

It is like a big unfathomable mouth, opening its black throat, relentlessly chasing after the two. When they fly up, the sea water and the abyss under their feet also rise up, and as they fly forward, the abyss becomes When the moon is in the sky, people walk in the ditch.

After a little longer, hair straightened in front of my eyes.

Cheng Qianxin said: "If things go on like this, we both won't be able to escape this area even if we run out of real energy."

He turned his head and saw that the wall of sea water on the side of the abyss was extremely oppressive, as if it was about to fall down and press the two of them under it.

A sense of oppressed suffocation suddenly felt in Cheng Qian's chest. Frost Blade suddenly screamed, and the bright sword light flashed, and suddenly poured into the sword intent of Haichao Sword. , The originally quiet sea roared with a pitch-black tide, and at the edge of the tide, the crushed ice piled up, forming a dazzling white in the pitch-black sea, smashing head-on and face-to-face against the oppressive wall of sea water.

With a "boom", the loud noise seemed to deafen the entire Beiming Sea, and Cheng Qian's heart trembled—there was something under the wall of sea water!

So it didn't matter all at once, Cheng Qian set off huge waves one after another, turning into towering icebergs one after another, crashing into the wall of sea water one after another.

Yan Zhengming blinked involuntarily, feeling the water vapor in the air condense into fine ice slags, passing him by like a knife.

He touched the back of his neck and felt that Cheng Qian was really tolerant of him.

After several rampages like this, the outer surface of the seawater wall was smashed apart, and the thin water curtain seemed to be pulled by some force, pulled up to both sides, and a huge natural iceberg was exposed in the middle.

It is as smooth as a chip, stretching for thousands of miles, without a single break in the middle, and it does not know what is wrapped inside, but it refuses to float to the surface, half submerged and half buoyant, hidden in the dark sea water.

Could this be the secret realm of Daxue Mountain?

Could it be that the legendary Daxue Mountain secret realm with no permanent residence is under the Sea of ​​Darkness?

Yan Zhengming pressed Cheng Qian's sword-holding hand, and murmured, "My blind cat, you can meet such a big dead mouse."

The two were each in doubt, and the next moment, countless thin swords of the soul flew out of Yan Zhengming's sleeve like raindrops, and landed in the ice layer of unknown depth, and the sharp point of the sword hit the thick ice surface On the ground, there was a chaotic sound of gold and stone, most of the Yuanshen swords were bounced back into the air, turned into clear air and returned to Yan Zhengming's inner mansion, but a few were submerged under the ice.

The Yuanshen Sword contains Yan Zhengming's tens of thousands of divine senses, and when some of them disappeared, he immediately noticed it, pulled Cheng Qian and said, "This way."

The two followed the shadow of the sword, and quickly found the place where the sword of the primordial spirit had entered—there was a small hole less than a person's height in the huge ice layer under the cover of the black sea water.

Cheng Qian was not afraid of the cold, so he stretched out his hand into the flat notch of the hole, and fine icicles immediately surged up in his palm, like a group of tiny swords standing on the ice.

"This was artificially opened." Cheng Qian said, "Look, there is still a residual sword energy in the fault...huh?"

Cheng Qian's hand suddenly paused, and a thin gust of blood flew out of the ice, passed through his fingers, and collided with his body protecting true essence, although it was only the remaining sword energy , is already very weak, but there is still a kind of arrogance that wants to confront him tit for tat.

"Still a magician?" Cheng Qian withdrew his hand in surprise.

Could it be Tang Zhen?

Yan Zhengming glanced at him and knew what he was thinking, and said, "It's not Tang Zhen, this sword energy can still be so violent and aggressive after so many years, it can be seen that the person who opened this cave should be a powerful demon cultivator, and his cultivation must be Not under you, Tang Zhen should have just come down the mountain not long ago, if he had this kind of cultivation, he wouldn't be so virtuous by a mere beast."

When he mentioned this matter, a thought suddenly flashed through Cheng Qian's mind——

The demon queen was seriously injured by the demon king at that time, and she was an auspicious bird, which was born to resist the fierce beast. It was reasonable and reasonable to be almost bitten by the fierce beast, but some monks from the family should carry the demon-killing beast with them when they travel far away. Commonly used items to ward off evil spirits and heal wounds, even the softest Li Yun would not necessarily suffer any loss when meeting that beast, let alone Tang Wanqiu was there at that time.

Unless... At that time, Tang Zhen's cultivation was far inferior to Li Yun's, and even their brothers and sisters probably didn't have souls at that time.

Yan Zhengming asked, "Go in and have a look?"

Cheng Qian nodded, and walked sideways into the artificially opened ice cave.

He wanted to repeat the old trick, jumping out a cluster of flames to illuminate them like in the Ten Square Formation, but this trick didn't work in the ice cave, the flames ignited and then died out very quickly, this happened several times , It seems that there is no room for a little light in this secret place of the Great Snow Mountain.

Yan Zhengming pressed down his hand, and took out a night pearl from the storage bag richly: "There is something wrong with this place, please save your energy first."

There is an artificially opened passage in the ice cave, which is extremely narrow and long, and various traces of knives, axes and saws can be vaguely seen. It can be seen that the person who came here at that time was not alone. It was to save energy, the passage was not opened high, and the two of them had to bow their heads all the way to pass through, which made people feel very irritable.

Yan Zhengming felt that his hair was messed up by the ice hole above his head, and said displeasedly: "When you get out of here, you have to comb my hair again."

Cheng Qian was helpless: "Obey, make sure to comb along the hair."

The two of them walked with their heads bowed for a full moment before the narrow passage came to an end, but the breath hanging in their chests did not have time to relax.

This is to enter the real Daxue Mountain secret realm, suddenly enlightened, the two people discovered that this place is actually very strange.

The Ye Mingzhu in Yan Zhengming's hand flickered like a ghost, flickered for a while, and then went out by itself.

It doesn't matter if there is no light. Primordial spirit cultivator blindfolded still has consciousness, and it is no problem to sweep the consciousness for a few miles, but Yan Zhengming soon discovered that it is extremely difficult to put the consciousness outside here. Blinking hard, the icy scum that had condensed on his eyelashes fell down rustlingly. At this moment, he felt a biting cold.

With his cultivation base, he was already immune to cold and heat, not to mention that Jianxiu's body was already stronger than other monks, so complaining about the cold and heat is just looking for trouble for nothing.

But the cold here is different. The harsh coldness caused Yan Zhengming to have a certain illusion for a moment, as if he suddenly lost all his cultivation and became an unarmed mortal again.

Cheng Qian's hands were too cold, and Yan Zhengming's skin was so cold that he could barely feel Cheng Qian's presence.The spiritual consciousness swept across the surroundings with difficulty, and could barely "see" clearly the place three feet below his feet. No matter how far away, the spiritual consciousness would freeze as if it had been frozen.

Just now, Yan Zhengming was still complaining that the ice and snow corridor was too narrow for people to lift their heads. At this moment, he felt that this place was too big.For a moment, Yan Zhengming had the illusion that he was standing at the end of the world. He was neither alive nor dead, but wandered here alone accompanied by unparalleled loneliness and cold...

Suddenly, the back of his hand was squeezed hard, and Cheng Qian whispered: "You can't be distracted here."

Yan Zhengming was shocked, and took a few breaths violently, the cold breath went straight into his lungs, as if he had come back from the dead.

Immediately, he discovered another very frightening thing. The moment he was distracted, a gust of cold air penetrated into his inner mansion and froze his entire inner mansion. The sword-like true essence was frozen to death. If it hadn't been for Cheng Qian's sudden sound, his primordial spirit would have almost unconsciously left his body.

"It's too cold." Yan Zhengming came back to his senses and whispered, "Is the ice pool in Mingming Valley as cold as this?"

Cheng Qian was obviously more adaptable than him. While leading Yan Zhengming to walk forward carefully, he broke the silence with deliberately heavy footsteps: "Well, it's the same way but the same effect. Talk to me, otherwise it's easy to go crazy."

Yan Zhengming asked persistently, "How did you spend those years in Mingming Valley?"

"The ice pond is very cold. When it's cold enough, people will have hallucinations in it. The soul and the body are particularly easy to separate from each other," Cheng Qian said flatly, "My soul just entered the state of concentrating the spirit when it entered the spirit-gathering jade. The primordial spirit cultivated in the Jade of Juling regards that piece of jade as his own body invisibly, but it is not born after all, and there is always a mismatch with the soul, so it needs to use the coldness of the ice pool, one time at a time Disassemble the primordial spirit from the physical body and then grind them together... For example, it’s like doing carpentry, you have to cut and grind the materials continuously to make the seams fit perfectly.”

Others say he is stupid, but he really thinks he is a piece of wood that can be cut and ground at will - how painful it is for Yuanshen and Julingyu to run into each other, Yan Zhengming feels heartbreaking just thinking about it for a while, holding on to His cold hands were speechless.

Cheng Qian said casually: "So I guess Tang Zhen must have been here, otherwise he would not have thought of using the ice pool to forge... What is this?"

While he was speaking, the tip of Frost Blade's sword suddenly touched something and made a light "ding".

Yan Zhengming: "Look carefully, don't step on it."

After finishing speaking, he took out another night pearl. These things looked round and big, and each of them was worth a fortune, but he picked them out like jelly beans in handfuls, and he didn't hesitate at all.

The luminous pearl is like a messy candle in the wind. As soon as it came out of the storage bag, it began to flicker desperately, and soon began to dim, but at least it illuminated the area under its feet.

Through the dim light, Cheng Qian saw that what he just touched was actually a human bone, and neither of them could catch it with their spiritual sense. It was too like an ice sculpture, and it could be completely integrated with the surrounding ice and snow wall , seems to have grown there forever.

Cheng Qian squatted down and was about to reach out to touch it, but Yan Zhengming slapped it open, and a piece of the handkerchief was covered.

Cheng Qian: "..."

He reluctantly took the handkerchief over, thinking that there were at least hundreds of handkerchiefs in the storage bag of the elder brother, which would be able to withstand such abusive behavior from him.

Yan Zhengming: "Is it the bones of a real person?"

"It should be," Cheng Qian suddenly had an ominous premonition, and his heart beat wildly without warning. He collected himself and said in a low voice, "It's been too long, it's already frozen."

Yan Zhengming came up to look it over, and seeing a short knife beside the skeleton, he ordered Cheng Qian to break the short knife off a large lump of ice, and lifted the frost off the handle, which had a familiar mark engraved on it. .

"It's Nightmare Pedestrian." Cheng Qian said, "I saw many signs like this when I went to Zhaoyang City."

Going forward, several identical skeletons lay sprawled nearby, with no fatal wounds visible on the bones, lying on the ground swaying from side to side, like a group of bamboo poles blown down by a strong wind.

Very weird.

Cheng Qian's heart was quietly stretched to the extreme.

"Strange," Yan Zhengming said in a low voice, "You said that this group of demon cultivators didn't stay in southern Xinjiang well, why did they come all the way here to die?"

Cheng Qian: "Stop talking, be careful."

The voice of the word "heart" fell away, and there was a sudden scream from the depths of the originally dark and silent place, as if a sharp knife directly pierced the eardrums of people, Cheng Qian only felt a "buzz" in both ears, as if he was being pressed heavily on the temples With one punch, the three souls and seven souls seemed to be scattered in an instant.

He spun around for a while, almost stopped, and before he was allowed to react, a gust of wind rose from the ground without warning.

Yan Zhengming fished him back, turned around quickly, and blocked him with his back.

Cheng Qian: "Brother, you..."

Yan Zhengming took a quick breath, and he didn't know where he was hurt: "It's okay, the original one is better than the one you got used to later - go!"

The two retreated back and forth in embarrassment. Cheng Qian seemed to have lost his soul, and his eyes were almost blurred. He subconsciously supported the wall, and when he touched it, he felt that his hands were not right. I don't know which luminous pearl looked over, and it was facing a pale dead face.

Cheng Qian: "..."

He almost pushed out with his palm and smashed the opponent into pieces.

Yan Zhengming flicked the Ye Mingzhu out of his hand and put more force into it. The Ye Mingzhu let out a tragic shriek, unable to hold back the sword Xiu Zhenyuan, and immediately exploded into a flying flower in the air.

The space where the two of them were was brightened up in an instant, and I saw that apart from the white bones, there were "people" of all shapes and colors floating in all directions, among them men, women, old and young, all of them had pale faces, dull facial features, and kept their feet dangling in the air The posture was directly frozen in mid-air, like a group of silent hanged ghosts!

Even if Cheng Qian was so bold, he couldn't help but gasped, and felt that his churning chest was even more uncomfortable for a while, until the bursting night pearl returned to dim, and he whispered: "Ghost..."

This place is extremely cold, in addition to the body, it can also freeze people's true essence and even soul.

Cheng Qian said: "There used to be a Soul-eating Lamp here. When it was hit by a strong wind, all the ghosts in it were blown out. These ghosts were frozen here before they could escape... Where is the Soul-eating Lamp?"

As a competent local rich man, Yan Zhengming let go of Cheng Qian slightly, and then turned on the light again: "Look."

There was still a white bone in the corner. After lightly sweeping away the ice and snow covering his body, there was actually a fiery red feather sandwiched between the two rows of frozen ribs, which looked particularly dazzling in the ice and snow.

Yan Zhengming: "Did you say that was Tang Zhen?"

Is that Tang Zhen?

A monk who has not yet entered the realm of Yuanshen came to the sea of ​​the North Underworld through untold hardships, found the secret place of Daxue Mountain, or entered with these demon cultivators for some reason, or found the treasures left by the demon cultivators. The entrance of the cave, all the way in, happened to meet the Soul-eating Lamp here, just happened to be injured by the strong wind just now, died here, but the soul strayed into the Soul-eating Lamp...

But a hundred years ago, the Tang Zhen he and Han Yuan met on the east coast, wasn't he a primordial spirit?

A terrible guess suddenly appeared in Cheng Qian's mind. At the same time, the roar in his ears became louder and louder. He stayed away from the wind for a while, but the after-effects were still there. On the ice wall on the side, he tried his best to press the cold wall against his forehead, and held back the moan that almost blurted out—the soul turmoil was too painful, similar to when he cut his soul to make a wooden sword.

Cheng Qian's temples were soaked quickly, and he didn't know whether it was cold sweat or melting ice water.

Their side fell into the ice cave, but the group of people who had already traveled to the middle of Sichuan still felt a little hot.

There are many mountains in the middle of Sichuan, and the disciples in charge of opening the road at Baihu Mountain Villa always feel tense when they come here, because there are probably formations hidden in the layers of dense forests, and they are in the air, and the opponent can deploy them with a little concealment. Unknown ambush.

Nian Da was holding an old book in his hand, and was reading it word by word while sitting on a low-flying Pegasus, when someone beside him casually read the title of the book: "Reincarnation..."

Nian Da was startled, the book almost flew out of his hand, he caught it in a hurry, looked at Han Yuan who didn't know when he came over in a panic, and stammered: "Fourth, fourth uncle... "

Undoubtedly, Nian Da was a little apprehensive of this temperamental fourth uncle.

Han Yuan glanced at him, did not embarrass him, and asked calmly, "Whose reincarnation are you going to find?"

Nian Dada struggled to relax, and replied, "Father."

Han Yuan: "Oh, where is your father from?"

"Mingming Valley..." Nian Da blurted out, and then changed his words, "It doesn't seem right, he was originally a casual cultivator in the East China Sea. In his early years, he was fortunate enough to be selected into the Qinglong Island Lecture Hall, where he became a Taoist, and then wandered around the world to practice by himself. After turning a hundred years old, I settled down in Mingming Valley and changed my name."

After hearing this, Han Yuan said with a blank face: "Qinglong Island... there is still such a layer of fate - I have a suggestion for you, you can go to the East China Sea to find it when you have time, you are welcome."

The legendary demon dragon who almost stabbed the sky into a hole actually talked to him so calmly. Nian Da was stunned for a while, and said in a whisper, "It's...is it?"

"The reincarnation of the primordial spirit is usually like this," Han Yuan said, "the soul returns to the hometown or something...but it's useless, as a human being in the reincarnation, the memory of cultivation base is empty, and I don't know who I am, so I can only barely maintain the appearance of the previous life. That's all."

A cautious look appeared on Nian Da's face.

Han Yuan glanced at him sideways, and said with a sneer, "Don't be so anxious to be happy now, you should first think about how to save your own life!"

Nian Da was taken aback, and the disciples of Baihutang leading the way suddenly issued a sharp alarm, and saw a demonic energy rising from the dense forest in the distance, blocking the group's way in the air.

Han Yuan's body seemed to have changed in an instant, and he seemed to have an extremely strange charm. He was full of black energy, making the four-legged monster seem ready to come out.

"Don't make a fuss," Han Yuan said with a red light flashing in his slender eyes, "These idiots think that I have already won Beiming, and they all want to come and step on my dead body to become the sect of all demons."

He sneered, and burst into flames amidst Li Yun's exclamation, and swept across Zhongtian like a whirlwind: "I don't even piss to see what kind of virtue I am!"