take care of yourself

If that's what the door at the end of Ascension Road looks like, then the hint at the Crystal House is pretty interesting.

The door is wide enough to allow two people to come in side by side, which probably means that two people in the room can pass through this door, but what is behind this door?Is it the trial left behind by the master of Tongtian Realm, or can we assume more boldly that it is the fairyland that the monks have been striving for?

The answer was so close, Zhuo Yuanshan hesitated instead, he turned his head to look at Ying Yao, as if he didn't know when to go out and what to do after he went out, he just stared at him eagerly.

Ying Yao seemed to be sitting on the ceiling as motionless as a mountain, with no intention of getting up, Zhuo Yuanshan's eyes wandered back and forth between him and the door, and finally landed on the place Ying Yao was staring at.

He may not know the rumors about the word "jie", and after reading it for a long time, he couldn't see the doorway inside, so he had to turn his eyes back to Ying Yao.

It's hard to ignore this gaze, Ying Yao sensed his gaze, and couldn't help but turn her head to look back.

He saw bewilderment and doubt in Zhuo Yuanshan's eyes, and these emotions were rarely directed at Dao, so he paused for a moment, and rarely responded to Zhuo Yuanshan: "If you think you are divided, you can be divided. If you don't, you can't. I don’t think Da Dao cares about these.”

The sword cultivator's way is obviously different nowadays, but it is in line with his answer just now, Zhuo Yuanshan nodded thoughtfully, and asked softly: "This door?"

Ying Yao stood up, raised the Jiusu sword to outline the lines of the four characters, and said seriously, "What does the yellow word Yijie mean?"

The yellow character B is a serial number, but Zhuo Yuanshan has never heard any news related to the ranking, so he can only guess randomly: "I don't know, it seems that the place we are in is ranked 32...that is to say, before There are at least 31 other places similar to this world." He stretched out his hand and traced the four characters with his fingertips, and said in confusion, "But this yellow character B refers to the yellow character B of the Tongtian Realm. Or is it Huang Ziyi from the world beyond Tongtian?"

Ying Yao said, "This is the gate at the end of Feisheng Road."

The meaning behind the words is self-evident, so Zhuo Yuanshan still hesitated and said: "Do you want to go out?"

After the door is zoomed in, you can see the decorative cloud pattern and the hidden talisman pattern on it more clearly. Yingyao put down the world-saving sword, pretended to look down at the icon on the doorknob, and lowered his eyes to catch the spiritual power accumulated in his body.

The door leading to the gray mist is all jade white, and only one square door lock is bright crimson, on which besides the cloud pattern, there is also a long painting drawn with the mustard method.

This painting that cannot be distinguished by the naked eye is hidden in the moire. Ying Yao felt that something was wrong. He touched the moire lightly with his fingertips, and felt a very slight ups and downs on his hand. He couldn't help but " Hey," he said, half-kneeling down and sticking to the door for a closer look.

The characters in the painting are too small, like lettering on dust. Even if Jianxiu can feel the strange patterns on it with his keen sense of touch, it is really impossible to see the content clearly without using spiritual power.

Ying Yao hesitated for a long time between giving Zhuo Yuanshan a sword and throwing him into the crystal house and using his spiritual power to look at the painting on the doorknob when he went out. He reluctantly gave up his curiosity and gave up his seat to Zhuo Yuan Shan, trying to make him see something.

Faxiu's eyesight was not as good as Jianxiu's, and he didn't even see the mustard seed Sumeru painting hidden in the cloud pattern of the handle. Yingyao showed a helpless look, and took a step forward to hold the doorknob.

"Whether it's the gray mist or the fairy world, we have to go out." Jianxiu turned his head and stared at Zhuo Yuanshan and asked, "Uncle Zhuo is hesitant to move forward. Is it because he is worried that I will draw my sword when I go out?"

Long-term lovesickness and sleepy rope can't be counted on for the time being, Zhuo Yuanshan can't use any spiritual power, he doesn't know how to protect himself, Ying Yao asked and nodded frankly: "Could it be that Ah Yao can't?"

Jiusu Jian flew to the edge of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, poked his head and wanted to walk back to the main body, but was slapped back by the Yuanshen who rushed over, and the sleepy god rope conscientiously chased him, but there was no spiritual power to drive him, and the speed of the chase It's not as good as the Jiusu sword rolling on the ground, and was scheming and tied several knots by the Yuanshen walking around in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Now he understands you." Jiu Sujian retracted his head and said sarcastically, "What did you do?"

Ying Yao held the hilt of the Jiusu Sword, and it seemed that he had no plans to draw the sword out of its sheath yet, Zhuo Yuanshan shifted his gaze from his face to the hand holding the sword, and suddenly raised his eyes and smiled at Ying Yao.

To be fair, Zhuo Yuanshan's appearance is also touching, this time his smile seems to have no haze, neither like the one who always hides teasing or plotting in the past, nor like someone who has just been moved by a lovesick person with murderous intentions Injured, adding a little beauty, Ying Yao looked at him with interest, and dragged the outrageous sword from the edge of the sea of ​​consciousness back to the center.

The unlucky Sleeping God Rope has tied too many knots for himself, and he is paralyzed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhuo Yuanshan said softly, "But I still don't want to kill Ayao."

He didn't feel much of Ying Yao's sharp blade, but when he wanted to kill him, his fingertips swelled and he couldn't make a complete formula. Zhuo Yuanshan couldn't explain the reason, and he couldn't figure out the reason, so he could only use these words It is directly attributed to the fact that old habits are hard to change, and it is used to win Ying Yao's face.

Ying Yao also smiled: "Then I want to kill you without delay."

Jianxiu has always disliked reminiscing about old things, especially those old things that make people feel powerless. Zhuo Yuanshan's old habits are hard to change. Nothing is worth gratifying for him. He doesn't want to be reminded everywhere. Miss him.

Ying Yao raised his hand and grasped the doorknob, the right and wrong sword intent secretly and continuously poured into the Jiusu sword, the sword spirit mixed with the sword intent returned to the sword body, tacitly suppressed the tremor on the sword, quietly accumulating strength.

"Out of this door," he said, "I have to fight for my freedom and peace of mind, Uncle Zhuo Shi."

Zhuo Yuanshan understood Ying Yao's meaning.

His sideburns were already white, and there were some wrinkles at the end of his eyes, but of course he could use the secret method of turning flesh into spiritual power that he had used before to hurry, but he had to be cautious.

The fingers need to be flexible so as to form the magic seal, so the flesh and blood of the upper arm cannot move, the toes are too far away, and there is not much spiritual power, so he carefully selected a muscle on the calf, and urged the secret method to slowly turn it For spiritual power, the small Zhoutian on the arm flows.

Compared with the sleepy rope that does not know the situation in Yingyao's sea of ​​knowledge, it is obviously a better choice to use long-term love like a finger. Zhuo Yuanshan did not think too much, and prepared the preface of the Dharma seal in his sleeve He moved and looked at Ying Yao with a smile.

"Who isn't?" he said. "I want peace of mind, too."

Ying Yao's Saving the World Sword was still not out of its sheath, he opened the door and walked into the gray mist, and seemed to turn around slyly and smiled back at Zhuo Yuanshan.

But Jian Guang had already sliced ​​through the gray fog, and the autumn water rippled past Zhuo Yuanshan's line of sight.

"Long lovesickness leads, lovesickness is the lead," Jianxiu and his sword light whispered together, "If you don't lovesickness, why do you get involved."

This sentence came from the writing on the wall of the crystal house that Zhuo Yuanshan hadn't seen. He was sore and uneasy when he said "I regret it at the beginning".

But Ying Yao's Jian Guang didn't hesitate.

Zhuo Yuanshan hadn't left the door of the crystal house yet, and the spirit lock array seemed to have loosened after the door was opened, making it smoother for his spiritual power to flow out from his fingertips, but that stagnation had already lost the opportunity, and the longing for longing When the belt appeared on Ying Yao's wrist, his sword strokes were exhausted, and the sharp blade was intimately attached to the center of Zhuo Yuanshan's eyebrows.

The belt tightly pulled Ying Yao's wrist and pulled him back. He didn't struggle too much, only the light of the saving world sword in his hand silently sank into Zhuo Yuanshan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Ying Yao cut open the skull with a sword, and the falcon-like sword light revealed its sharp claws, dividing the sea of ​​consciousness behind the eyebrows into two, Zhuo Yuanshan's white wolf primordial spirit was cut off by him with a long kiss and a wolf Claws, fell in pain in the sea of ​​consciousness and wailed.

Zhuo Yuan didn't even have time to show his astonishment, the whole person fell backwards without strength, the Salvation Sword was embedded in his skull, and when he pulled it out, he took away a small piece of snow-white bone stubble, from the raised The blade flew up and hit the door frame of the crystal house.

Ying Yao's face turned pale, he had exerted too much force just now, his meridians all ached, his eyebrows twitched, as if his head was about to split open, and the sword intent stored in the sea of ​​consciousness was completely consumed, leaving only The next bunch of teaching sword intents that are basically useless after entering the sky-reaching realm.

Ying Yao's headache was splitting, but he still felt that the strap on his wrist was loosened. He controlled the sword's momentum, lowered the tip of the sword, and was about to step into the crystal room to make up for the final blow. The door of the crystal room was suddenly closed, and the He stopped outside, and then slowly disappeared into the gray mist.

Ying Yao staggered when the door slapped her, and rubbed her nose in pain.

"Is he dead?" Jiusujian held his breath for a while, and couldn't help asking quietly, "I feel that the rope in the sea of ​​consciousness is not moving."

Ying Yao shook his head, his eyes were glued to the direction where the crystal house disappeared, he looked at it for a while as if looking at a very precious and precious treasure, and sighed helplessly.

Just now he forcibly mobilized his spiritual power to drive the sword move, and once again squeezed many right and wrong sword intentions together and used them out. No matter how strong the sword repairer looked at his body, he also suffered serious internal injuries. After a while, he Blood was gushing from his nose and lips.

Ying Yao felt that the nasal cavity was wet and uncomfortable, so she subconsciously sucked her nose, but was caught off guard by her own blood and coughed.

This injury is completely negligible compared to the hole in the stomach. Ying Yao wiped the blood with the back of his hand indiscriminately, then put down his hand pretending nothing happened, and lifted it up with the tip of the saving world sword in the palm of his left hand. up.

Jiusujian tried to get a bone dregs stuck in the blood groove, but was not honest all the time, Yingyao lowered his eyelashes to look at the remaining blood stains and the tiny bone foam splashed out due to being forcibly split open by a huge force , wiped them off one by one with his fingertips, and sighed softly.

The sword cultivator sounded a little disappointed at the failure. He retracted the world-saving sword into its scabbard, stretched out his hand and tore off the loose belt on his wrist that had lost control of his control, and pulled it from the sea of ​​consciousness. He took out the sleepy rope, erased the imprint left by Zhuo Yuanshan, and put it into the mustard ring.

"Not necessarily, after all, the person in the crystal room is his mother, there may be some way to protect him, but—" he stretched his waist, and said relaxedly, "he was seriously injured, and his soul was damaged. But there is no way to cure it. After a long time, the body rots, and the primordial spirit has to leave the sea of ​​consciousness, and no one can let him take it away, so he can only find a shelter like the mountain spirit and the crystal house. In order to supply the secret realm, it is no different from the soul flying away."

Since Xixue Mountain fell into Zhuo Yuanshan's hands, Jianxiu couldn't let go. Even though he knew he couldn't cultivate with hatred, he could find many good things to comfort him.

This is human nature, just like regrets are always the ones that are most likely to be missed, Ying Yao does not intend to be harsh on himself because of this, he naturally produced these emotions, and only restrained them from being too indulgent until he sent Jian Guang into Zhuo Yuanshan's Sea of ​​Consciousness.

"That's true," Jiu Sujian said, "so what should we do next? I want to have a drink first to celebrate."