Raising a junior brother to counterattack

At this time, Shen Huai was mixed among the half-grown youngsters at the foot of the mountain, he rubbed the jade bottle in his hand, and felt a little emotional - that Taoist really had nothing to say to him, even the Bigu Pill was prepared for him.

It's not that bigu pills are so rare, in fact, things like bigu pills are common in the mortal world, not to mention the cultivation world, and one low-grade spirit stone can buy a hundred or eighty bottles.

But such a high-ranking cultivator like Taoist, who has been fasting for many years, can think of Shen Huai's food on the road of cultivating his mind.

Shen Huai stuffed the white jade bottle into his bosom with emotion, then raised his head and looked at the road ahead.

Seeing this, he couldn't help showing a trace of nostalgia on his face——

In fact, 200 years ago, this road was not called the Road of Refining Hearts, it was just an ordinary mountain road, the only difference is that it was more winding and longer.

At that time, he made an appointment with Xuan Ying to fight for three days and three nights, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and then from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain. Cut off the space.

Those who set foot on this road are surrounded by the remaining sword energy, and feel that there is nothingness around them, and they can't see other people, the sun and the moon, and even the stone steps under their feet.

Now, going round and round, this road has become a test to test him. It is really unpredictable and unpredictable.

Shen Huai shook his head, suppressed his emotions, and was about to move forward, when he suddenly heard two people beside him whispering:

"Did you know? This road was actually built by Sect Master Shangxuan to commemorate the demon king Shenhuai."

"What? What's going on? What does this have to do with that demon king?"

"Oh, why don't you even know this, what does this mountain look like?"

The other person raised his head and squinted his eyes, and said in a confused voice: "Like a mountain!"

"..." The other party stomped his feet fiercely: "Look at the entire mountain, with both ends flying up and the top of the mountain hanging above, isn't it like a phoenix spreading its wings?"

Shen Huai: "..." Where does it look like?Not a bit alike, okay?Don't defile his body!

"Oh—" The other person suddenly realized and nodded.

Shenhuai: "..."

On the contrary, the bystanders frowned when they heard it, and suddenly another voice interjected: "Don't try to be a sensationalist, you're just hearsay."

Shen Huai nodded silently.

But the man snorted, and continued: "Let me tell you, my seventh aunt's eighth uncle has been a deacon for Shangxuanzong for more than 100 years. Back then, I saw the former demon king and suzerain spend the past month on this road. Down……"

Then he smiled meaningfully, and said with endless meaning: "This is..."

Shenhuai: "..."

Why did he think it sounded so awkward, so meaningful?What the hell happened when he didn't know?

Just at this time, the mountain gate opened wide, and Shen Huai withdrew his mind—it was important to go on the road.

He only frowned, then forgot about it, and stepped forward.

As soon as I stepped on the stone steps, I felt that the surrounding was a vast expanse of whiteness, with no sound or appearance.

Sensing the familiar sword energy around him, Shen Huai curled his fingers subconsciously, but unfortunately his hands were empty.

His Kunwu sword was still lying in his dying consciousness, and he couldn't get it out at all.

Shen Huai laughed at himself, shook his head lightly, and continued on his way.

Speaking of it, as a test, the way of refining the mind is really cheating for Shenhuai, so he can't cheat anymore.

He has lived for hundreds of years, his mind has been polished several times, and he has experienced countless catastrophes, not to mention that he still has several years of lonely egg making career. Now this level of death and confusion is really not enough for him What.

Secondly, although the sword qi on the road has been modified by Xuan Xing and will not actively attack people, the coercion left by the two is still there, and the further they walk, the more breathless they will be, but for Shen Huai This effect has.

Sword Qi has a spirit, knows how to distinguish better than humans, and automatically protects the master.

I saw that the sword energy around Shenhuai was not intertwined and mixed like the side ones, but was clearly divided into two strands, one sharp inside to block the other lofty aura outside.

If Xuan Xing was here, he would find something strange here, but unfortunately he is still at the side of the Sword Washing Pond on the Suzerain Peak, watching the sun, the moon and the sea, enlightening Tao and seeking truth.

As for the elder guardians beside them, they haven't reached the realm where they can penetrate the sword energy of the two of them!

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was an hour, two hours, maybe a day, two days, or even a year, two years, and suddenly——

Suddenly, the mist cleared away, and the long steps under the feet suddenly undulated, turning into a continuous hillside.

Shen Huai doubted, could it be that he had already embarked on the path of refining his mind?

It's just that when his eyes moved slightly, his pupils shrank sharply——

In front of you is an extremely familiar scene, with Huaishan as the boundary, Lishui eastward, and tea forest as the mark - the oriental demon world.

It's just that the pictures of prosperity, vitality and freedom of all kinds in the past are now full of devastation.

In the wilderness bushes, blood is everywhere, and corpses are piled up, almost invisible.

For a moment, Shenhuai almost forgot about all the rushing past now, but the scenes that are close at hand are like mirages, which will never be touched.

Shen Huai suddenly stopped in his tracks, closed his eyes, and calmed down.

Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, and scenery is not scenery. The demon world is still thousands of miles away, so all the phenomena in front of you are illusory. One thought will destroy all phenomena——

He opened his eyes again, his eyes were clear and dull, but——

The previous scene did not disappear with Shen Huai's firm will, but became clearer——

As far as the eye can see, there are scattered corpses, the head of the black bear has been cut off, half of the long deer's body is scattered, the long wings of the white crane are stained with blood, and the top of the red pigeon is broken...

The bright red blood mixed with the broken meat and bones gathered on the ground.

The corpses were almost piled up like a mountain, even Shen Huai had never seen so many corpses, so many monster clan corpses showing their true bodies.

Under the sky, there was a sea of ​​blood, and only one figure was still standing.

Shen Huai stared straight at the man in the distance whose shirt was soaked in blood and was getting brighter red.

That is the same person as Shen Huai back then, but his eyebrows and eyes seem to have gone through vicissitudes.

He erected the black Kunwu sword and a Supa, and wiped it carefully, as if completing a certain sacred ceremony.

The foul wind gradually picked up, and the stench of corpses mixed with the smell of blood rushed towards his face, but the man didn't seem to notice it.

After wiping, he put the sword back into its sheath, slowly bent down, stretched out a hand, and closed the eyes of a huge monster who was dying beside him.

The body of the monster race stretches and undulates, like a chain of mountains, but the golden scales in the past are now dull and dull.

Shen Huai's heart trembled, Li Xu!

His gaze followed the movement of the man in the scene, and he immediately saw the unicorn beast next to the golden dragon. The resentment and resentment in the other's eyes almost solidified, and he stroked it twice, but he never closed his eyes.

It seems that he has to guard the demon world even after he dies, and it seems that he wants to open his eyes and watch how the enemy pays for the thousands of souls of his demon clan.

In the end, Shen Huai in the scene sighed, withdrew his hand, and said something to Qilin. Shen Huai couldn't see it clearly, but the determination of the other side was something he had never had before.

Suddenly, a white long sword came swiftly, piercing the blood-stained sky, drawing a clear arc, and the white clothes flew down.

What came down was a young man with unusually beautiful features. His white clothes flowed in patterns, and he walked quickly towards the Shenhuai in the scene. His long and narrow eyes were full of worry and guilt.

Halfway there, he stopped again, showing hesitation, not knowing what to say to Shen Huai in the scene, but the other party didn't speak from the beginning to the end, just smiled faintly, his smile was very shallow, seemingly unreal.

Finally, the young man in white finally stopped talking, and he took a step forward. At this moment, Shen Huai in the scene suddenly spoke, with an expression of self-deprecating and sighing. He didn't know what he said. Leap.

Jumping into the sky, he turned into a huge fire, like the ancient golden crow, like the second round of red sun hanging high in the sky.

The red sun swelled, almost burning half of the sky.

The huge fire swallowed, the flames raged, a sea of ​​flames burned the entire continent, and the lives of the people were burnt...

The scene came to an abrupt end here, and the sea of ​​fire broke into pieces in an instant, and finally returned to nothingness.

Shen Huai stared straight ahead. After a long time, he retracted his gaze and began to think rationally——

He knew very well that the previous scene was definitely not real, it was just...

The surrounding fog is still there, and the sword energy still exists, which shows that he has not yet walked out of the road of refining his mind.

It is well known in the world that there are no illusions on the road of refining the mind, so the scene just now is not an illusion, it is not real, but what is it?

In the end, the monster clan exterminated the clan. He used the spirit as a sacrifice and burned the entire continent. Could it be that in the distant future, due to the destruction of the continent, the way of heaven gave an early warning?

If that's the case... Shen Huai's eyes froze.

Then, he analyzed while recalling the previous scene:

He in the scene seems to be more advanced than he was in his heyday, and he is half a step into the realm of heaven. If it is the future, with his current appearance, the scene will happen at least 200 years later.

Also, who is the man in white?Could it be his future friend?

It seems that if you want to know whether the scene just now may become real, the man in white is a key witness.

After thinking about it carefully, Shen Huai withdrew his thoughts, took a deep breath, and then raised his steps again.

It's not that he was really indifferent to the scene just now, it's just...he is still in a mortal body and can't do anything at all.

Instead of wasting time and energy thinking about it, it is better to do the things in front of you first, after all-the road is made by people step by step.

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many years later—

Seeing the little Mozu squatting in the corner alone, huddled into a ball, not knowing what they were doing, Shen Huai frowned.

After taking a few steps closer, I saw the other party's little head shaking non-stop, as if he was sick.

Shenhuai: ...

He picked up the collar of the little demon, pat——

A yellow book fell down, and the little demons immediately screamed when they saw it.

Shenhuai smiled knowingly, and raised his eyebrows: The little devil has grown up, and he still knows how to read this kind of book.

As he spoke, he bent down to pick up the book, and opened it regardless of the churning of the little demons under his palm.

Just opened it and looked, but it was not the villains he thought, but——

I saw the eye-catching headline on the first page--Win the world and lose him

Next is the prologue:

He, white clothes better than snow, spotless, he, red shirt bathed in fire, scorching its flowers.

He, a young man who formed an alchemy, wielded a sword in the mainland, he was born as a demon king, singing songs to the world.

Seeing this, Shen Huai's expression became subtle. He had been a young disciple at the grassroots level for so many years, and was forced to listen to gossip for so many years. He didn't know who these two "hes" and "hes" were, obviously. , the one in white clothes who wins the snow is Xuan Xing, and the one in red shirt who is bathed in fire is his Shenhuai.

Thinking about it this way, Shen Huai immediately felt that something was wrong with him. He shook his hands and was about to throw away the little yellow book, but when the book was halfway down and an arc had been thrown, Shen Huai suddenly stretched out his toes again. He caught the little yellow book and picked it up, and the little yellow book was in his hands again.

I saw the second page, which was expected to be the sentence "He—Xuan Xing, he—Shen Huai", but the word "Xuan Xing" was painted black and black, and on a black spot was "Shen Huai". Chen' two big and crooked black characters.

Shenhuai: ...

He looked at a certain one that was still churning in his hand strangely.

Little Mozu QAQ: Brother is mine!God is mine!The balls are mine too!No one can grab it!