Stairs of the mountain road lined with stone monuments.

Raindrops fall, splash away.

This road is very difficult to walk, many big people carved monuments here, leaving artistic conceptions, and the divine thoughts overflowing through the stone monuments oppress outsiders, and it is difficult for cultivators who are not strong enough to go far.

Ning Yi put away the oil-paper umbrella.

The sound of the wind blows across the folded umbrella, making a crisp hunting sound, and delicate rain flows on the umbrella sword.

For thousands of years in the Great Sui Dynasty, many masters have left steles in this place during their lifetimes.

If you don't hold an umbrella, you respect them.

"There are many steles in Changling. ”

Ning Yi muttered softly.

Looking around, the mist in front of him spread out, although there are one stele after another here, but it is not as deserted as the tomb, one after another vivid divine thoughts, hovering above the stone stele, in the rain and mist, the divine thoughts spread, and turned into a series of figures.

A swordsman with a hat standing with a sword in both hands.

My Fair Woman with a Guqin on her back.

An ancient general in heavy armor.

A handsome man with a spear and a red tassel on his back.

In the mist, Ning Yi saw many predecessors in a trance, and above those quiet stone tablets, it seemed that the heroes of the Great Sui who had been here had been conjured up, and their divine thoughts penetrated the steles, diffused, and watched themselves here.

An invisible coercion unfolded.

Ning Yi's shoulders shook slightly, and he didn't receive much impact.

When he saw these figures, it seemed that it was just an illusion, and the white bone plain in the dantian trembled slightly, and these illusions no longer existed.

What you see is a stone monument that is as quiet as a tomb.

"Changling...... The Tomb of the Eternal Rest. ”

Ning Yi was like a dream, and spoke softly.

He walked towards the depths of Changling, and the pressure of the outside world fell on his shoulders, causing his steps to pause slightly.

Ning Yi took a breath lightly, and the white bone plain in the dantian was running, and the divinity flowed in the blood, and the severe cold caused by the oppression of divine thoughts and will slowly dissolved......

He walked straight forward, bypassing the fair woman carrying the guqin on her back, and walked towards the stone tablet left by the swordsman wearing the hat.

Although the vision of the divine mind is no more.

But the charm of the avenue remains.

Ning Yi squatted down, he stretched out a hand and slowly touched the stone tablet.

"Hum—"

There was a slight tremor from the stele.

The invisible fluctuation of divine thoughts instantly hit Ning Yi's heart lake.

Ning Yi snorted.

He raised his head and saw that on the stone tablet, the image of the swordsman in the cloak appeared again, this time not with a two-handed pestle sword, but with one hand slightly pressing down on the edge of the hat, as if condensing an entity, and the rain fell on the grass hat, rolling down the edge, like a silver curtain of water.

The dome is not just raining heavily.

And there was a flash of thunder—

The man's voice, above the stone tablet, sounded word by word.

"I am the Great Sui...... Duckweed Star Monarch!"

......

......

At the foot of Changling, the desertion was broken.

The people and horses of Qiang Mountain rushed to Changling and stood against the cultivators of the White Deer Cave Academy.

The duel between Shengsheng and Wang Yi not only provoked the confrontation between Qiang Mountain and Bailu Cave, but the four academies, the entire eastern realm, all heard the news, the fog of Changling dispersed, and almost half of the young geniuses of the Great Sui Dynasty gathered in the Tiandu Imperial City.

The sound under Changling Mountain was boiling.

It's not just about the slow sound and the king's difference, some people have found that the door that burns with sparks seems to be about to close, and the never-ending starlight is no longer boiling and burning on the edge of the boxy, but has the potential to be extinguished...... And the door

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The white-clothed young man sitting in the fog over there was also gone.

Liu Shiyi is gone!

Someone has discovered this phenomenon.

So the news spread quickly from a very small area.

"Where did Liu Shiyi go? Who saw him come out?"

"In Changling, except for Liu Shiyi, there should be no one left, and the little sword fairy of Qiang Mountain has been waiting for him, you see...... Wang Yi seems to have a slight injury on his body, this is a fight with Liu Shiyi? Liu Shiyi has already left the mountain, Wang Yi didn't stop him?"

These voices, with incomprehension, with confusion, with confusion.

With a hint of excitement too.

Just when the voice of public opinion is about to intensify.

A thunderbolt struck.

Changling was silent for a moment.

Immediately after, within the portal where the starlight burned and decayed, a round and narrow shadow appeared.

It was a dzi.

This dzi answers everyone's confusion.

The thunder turned the earth white, and in the fog rising, the image waves of the Heavenly Bead scattered.

As if chaos was beginning to open, yin and yang gave birth to two instruments, and the images of the beads were entangled, and then slowly dispersed like thick ink brewing.

The white-clothed young man carrying a snow-white sword, his face was calm and indifferent, his pace was steady and slow, step by step, stepping on the road to the top of Changling Mountain.

Willow Eleven.

The positive side of the beads.

On the other side, the picture slowly condensed in the fog and rain, and some people realized in a trance that they had been missing the very important person in the Tiandu Imperial City.

On the dark side of the beads, a pitch-black figure emerges like rippling ink.

The young man who put the oil-paper umbrella in front of him, sat cross-legged in front of the stone monument, and seriously contemplated.

Ning Yi.

......

......

Qingjun was in a trance.

He looked at the Heavenly Bead, and Lin Jun beside him muttered, "Changling is going to be closed, why are they still inside?"

It's just a question.

Lin Jun looked at his senior brother Lianqing, and there were more questions in his heart.

Why did Liu Shiyi look so calm, where was Changling's divine thoughts suppressed?

When did Ning Yi come to Changling?

"This heavenly bead means the will of the mountain guards. Qingjun raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "The mountain keeper wants us to take a look at the scene inside the Changling Tomb. ”

Lin Jun fell silent.

"Changling is a creation, everyone takes what they need. The mountain keeper watched the flowers bloom, and it is said that he is a very wooden person, and rarely has emotional fluctuations about certain things. Qingjun's voice was a little indescribably complicated, and said, "Now it seems that he likes Liu Shiyi very much, and he also likes Ning Yi." ”

"Why do you say this?" Yuan Lin was a little puzzled.

"Do you remember the fact that the mountain guards didn't let Han Yue enter the Changling Tomb? It wasn't just because of the rules of the Great Sui. Qingjun glanced at Yuan Lin and said, "It's just because the mountain guards don't like it." ”

"If he doesn't like it, then Han Yue can't enter Changling. ”

"If he doesn't like Liu Shiyi and Ning Yi, then Changling won't wait for us to arrive, and he won't close it...... It's more like deliberately waiting for us. Qingjun paused and said, "Like, witness?"

"Witness?" Yuan Lin's voice carried a hint of indignation, and he asked seriously: "Why? Just because the mountain guards like it, so many geniuses are going to be reduced to spectators?"

Qingjun smiled gently, his temperament had changed drastically after the battle in Qingshan Mansion.

Lian Qing waved her hand disapprovingly, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter...... This doesn't mean anything, I think, they may have found a 'second door' to enter Changling.

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"Senior brother, if you are willing to enter the Changling Tomb, you will definitely be able to. Yuan Lin looked at Lianqing, the fog of Changling has cleared in the past few days, Qingjun has only fought with the immortal spirit body before, and the cultivators of Guizhao Mountain have drawn a perfect mountaineering map for Lingxun, and the same is true of Ying Tianfu, but Qingjun waved his hand and refused the kindness of his fellow disciples.

He did not choose to enter Changling.

It's a creation, but not everyone needs it.

Qingjun squinted his eyes and carefully watched Liu Shiyi's image, he was a little surprised, and muttered, "Liu Shiyi is going to the top." ”

"Climb to the top?"

Yuan Lin couldn't believe it and looked at his senior brother.

"Climb to the top. ”

Qingjun's voice was very firm, and he said, "It's just to reach the top." ”

Yuan Lin was a little confused, and the Ying Tianfu disciples beside him were also a little confused.

"If you don't look at the monument, you don't see it...... The mountain keeper used his authority to release a path for him to reach the top to complete the sword path he was about to break through. Qingjun's face became solemn, and he said word by word: "That is the road to the top that only the imperial power can walk for all generations!"

Lin Jun is still confused.

He didn't seem to understand, and said, "But, what is Liu Shiyi's sword path?"

Qingjun shook his head and said with a smile: "If there is a chance, I will fight him, and I will know at that time." ”

When he said this, Qingjun's gaze looked into the distance, and there was a faint mist at a short distance, and the cultivator of the Eastern Realm Turtle Mountain in black robes was staring at himself with a bad gaze.

The immortal still wore the silver-white mask, and held up two fingers on his chest, stretching out a starlight barrier, but let the wind blow, the robes sway, and the hunt sounded.

Ling Xun's gaze moved away from Qingjun.

The two had a fight before the fog in Changling, and there was no winner or loser.

After Qingjun was in this fight, his mood was completely released.

Ling Xun is obviously not like this, he climbed the Changling, according to the mountaineering map drawn by his senior brother, found the most suitable path for himself, and after returning, the immortal spirit body is eager to find another opportunity to fight with Lian Qing and completely defeat this great gentleman of Yingtianfu!

Lianqing's expression was calm.

He ignored the cultivators in Guiling Mountain, and instead turned his gaze back to the Heavenly Bead.

"Ning Yi, what is this doing?"

Yuan Lin also noticed those cultivators in Gui Ling Mountain, his expression was indifferent, his hands were folded in his sleeves, and his sleeve robe was covered with talismans, obviously ready.

Lin Jun didn't mind letting Gui Zhao Shan see his own means, the king to the king, the general to the general, and for the game between his senior brother and the immortal spirit, he had absolute trust in the former.

If Ying Tianfu started a war with the younger generation of Guiling Mountain, he would definitely bear the brunt of the battle and prove that his penance was not in vain.

In the pearl of the sky.

The stone monument of Changling is densely forested.

Ning Yi, who sat cross-legged in front of the stone monument, only left everyone with a lonely back.

The rain was heavy and the atmosphere was silent.

At the foot of Changling Mountain, in the eyes of Qingjun and the others, there is no human form that manifests the will and condenses on the stone tablet.

The road to Changling is long, the mountains are high, and few people will stop along the way.

Find a stone tablet, sit down, enlighten, and leave.

If you are a genius, you can refer to two or three more stone tablets.

As soon as Ning Yi stepped into Changling, he sat down cross-legged and began to comprehend at the first kendo stone tablet he found.

Qingjun's face was solemn.

Yuan Lin seemed to have thought of some kind of ridiculous idea.

He muttered, "What does he want to do in one day?"

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