Ning Yi came to the bank of the River of Apocalypse.

He tentatively recited a few words of Yuan's name in his heart.

No response......

Ning Yi jumped down directly.

The water of the Apocalypse River ripples and sparkles like a mirror.

This large mirror reflects everything in the world...... But after Ning Yi jumped down, the big mirror opened and closed upside down, swallowing the black shirt completely, and from the outside of the lake, the world reflected in the mirror had not changed at all, but there was one less person.

Sink.

Sink.

Sink again.

Ning Yi held his breath and didn't use the water avoidance charm, he soaked and dived in the river, and after a while, he noticed that the color around him had changed...... The swimming fish reflected the colored light, the bottom of the Apocalypse River was like a divine gate suddenly opened, the water in all directions dissipated at some point, and the blisters overflowing from the lips were still bulging, but they could already breathe freely.

In front of Ning Yi, there was a young man with swaying water sleeves in his robe.

What a stranger who has traveled from afar.

Yuan's robe, no matter how you look at it, is not the existence of this era and this place...... And not only for the grassland, but also for the demon clan, for the Great Sui, and even like a "stranger".

"Ning Yi, are you looking for me?"

Yuan slowly opened his eyes, his expression was gentle, and he was not annoyed by being woken up.

"I silently recited your name by the river before, but there was no response, so I went straight down. Ning Yi grinned.

"I'm not God...... How can you feel it when you recite my name?" Yuan said helplessly: "Are you going to Badu City?"

The previous sentence made Ning Yi happy, his previous temptation was really good.

Meta is not omniscient either.

But the latter sentence made him quite depressed.

Every time he approached Yuan, Ning Yi always felt that everything was seen through...... There are no secrets.

How exactly is this done?

And the meaning of Yuan is that those gods who have truly achieved immortality, will they feel their hearts when they recite their names?

"If there are still immortals alive...... Reciting their names gives rise to induction. As for the deduction, it is not difficult, you are not the most suitable host for the 'life' scroll. Or you can do it. Yuan Yi glanced at Ning Yi meaningfully, and then saw through his thoughts, and said, "The previous owner of this bamboo slip is more suitable for it than you." ”

The last owner of the bamboo slip, is it Xu Qingke?

Some mixed thoughts were erased by Ning Yi just after they were born.

"I originally wanted to ask about some secrets of the Demon Domain...... "Ning Yi opened his mouth and said, "But I have a new question now. ”

"I'm not the most suitable host for the Destiny Scroll...... Why can I still refine it?"

"The Scroll of the Sword Bearer, scattered all over the world. No matter how talented a person is, it is impossible to harness such a powerful and alienating force at the same time. Yuan said slowly: "Even the first generation of sword bearers who created them could not do it...... Therefore, every sword wielder cannot be the most suitable host for all ancient scrolls. But you are at least a fit for one of the ancient books. ”

He looked at Ning Yi and said with a smile: "You are lucky, the two volumes of Shengshan that you found when you came up are very suitable for you." ”

"The sword bearer and the ancient scroll achieve and change each other...... If you don't get a mountain character scroll, a raw character scroll, maybe it won't be like this at the moment. Yuan added, "But the sword wielder can refine all the ancient scrolls in their entirety and mobilize the power of the Heavenly Book...... This is unmatched by others. Even one of the 'compatible people' of the scroll cannot resist the power of the sword-wielder to summon the scroll. ”

Speaking of which.

Ning Yi understood...... It's no wonder that after refining the "Life Scroll", he didn't feel that his strength had increased much, and he could indeed mobilize some of the power of prediction.

But compared to Xu Qingke.

The light of the life scroll on his hand was much dimmer.

The meaning behind the meta...... No one can resist the power of the sword-wielder to summon the scrolls.

For example, the lost volume of cause and effect, even if someone picks it up and fits it perfectly, it is impossible to really have it.

The master of the Book of Heaven can only be the sword bearer.

Ning Yi suddenly remembered some past events that did not belong to his own era...... Yu Qingshui used the "Life Scroll" to refine his body and reincarnate again, and in those five hundred years, there was a sword-wielding person.

Black robe.

In other words, in the past five hundred years, the black robe had already seen the "Destiny Scroll", but he did not take it back, but deliberately gave it to Yu Qingshui?

It's a pity.

Both parties involved in this question have died and no longer have an answer.

"I see, I see. ”

Ning Yi felt a little sorry in his heart, but it was a pity that there was still a little girl with a sword in the demon clan world, so she would make trouble for herself, otherwise the journey of collecting the ancient scrolls would be much easier.

He is not good at causal deduction, so it is obvious that the life scroll is not suitable for him.

But Hibiscus is the same as herself.

Both of them are sword cultivators, and the mountain character scroll is separated from the word scroll, and the word scroll is extinguished, which is a great gift...... It can be used in actual combat, and the lethality is greatly increased!

"I have a question, about the White Emperor of the Eastern Demon Domain. Ning Yi's face was solemn, and he asked in a deep voice: "I want to know, is he in retreat after the Tianhailou War, is he impacting the immortal, is it possible that he has already taken that step?"

The man with water sleeves looked at Ning Yi calmly.

"What do you think...... Will I know about immortality?"

Yuan suddenly smiled.

Ning Yi could only speak, he opened his mouth, and he didn't know how to answer Yuan for a while.

"There is no difference between the White Emperor and the Dragon Emperor in my opinion...... They are all desperate fighters who want to hit the last hurdle for countless years. Yuan said in a soft voice, "Some people are indeed great. But in the long course of history, they are really small. So small that only ...... are left A small splash. ”

More people, not even waves.

Ning Yi was silent, he had already understood the meaning of Yuan in these words, but he still didn't give up, and he had to ask the truth, "So, is there a slight possibility...... Even if it becomes a half-step immortal?"

After all, I witnessed the picture of Taizong's promotion to immortality...... That scorching tide brought too much shock to Ning Yi.

The moment Taizong transcended Nirvana, he crushed all his opponents.

Yuan just smiled and didn't answer.

Ning Yi knew that if Yuan didn't speak, he must not be able to answer, not unwilling to answer.

This question...... I can only die.

Just when Ning Yi was about to give up.

"It's not that they're not strong enough. It's the general trend. Yuan smiled and said, "The general trend does not allow new immortals to appear. So no matter how hard you fight, no matter how you calculate, it's useless...... The world is complete, and there will be no more gaps in the avenue. ”

"What's more, Ning Yi. ”

"Did any of the immortals of the ancient era survive?" Yuan stared at Ning Yi and said with a smile: "Immortals as people understand them...... It's still all dead, and there's not even the fly ash left. ”

Yuan stared at Ning Yi, his smile gradually stiffening.

The entire river of the Apocalypse, a sudden vision, wisps of silver thunder, exploded at the bottom of the water, until Yuan closed his eyes and no longer looked at Ning Yi.

The power of the rage was only because of this sudden arrival - the two sat in silence.

Ning Yi probably guessed what Yuan saw in himself...... There is also an "immortal" trapped in a cage in the back mountain of Shushan.

Meta saw the existence of the "monkey"!

The power of the robbery slowly dissipated.

The man with water sleeves slowly opened his eyes, his face was full of sadness, and his voice was hoarse: "Although this subverts my cognition." But...... What is the difference between living in a cage and dying?"

Ning Yi sighed and said, "What about you?"

He had always wondered what the meta was all about.

"I'm different from them......" Meta's voice sounded a little bitter.

He never kept his secret to Ning Yi, "As I said, I'm just a stranger. ”

Time stood still in him.

This is not immortality.

This...... More like a punishment.

Ning Yi suddenly asked another question.

"What about me?"

Yuan kept silent again.

Ning Yi stared at the man with water sleeves, and at the moment of staring at each other, Yuan retracted his gaze.

This time, Yuan closed his eyes again.

Ning Yi laughed at himself, his voice was slightly sentimental, "So the sword wielder is also a stranger? I was left to grow up in Xiling, and it looks like a pre-arranged game...... What an unlucky one. You can't say that I also burst out of the cracks in the stones, can I?"

This is what the monkey said to him.

The monkey asked Ning Yi who his parents were.

Ning Yi said that he had no parents.

The monkey took a sip of wine, saying that by coincidence, he also had no parents.

Ning Yi asked him where he came from.

The monkey said he burst out of a crack in the stone.

Now that Yuan Du saw it, Ning Yi had nothing to hide, so he told Yuan as a joke.

Yuan opened his eyes, saw the truth again, and said with a strange expression: "He lied to your ......"

Ning Yi: "???"

"People are born. Monkey...... Of course, it is no exception. ”

When he said this, Yuan's expression seemed very unsmooth, and he was not very high-spirited, probably because the karma of the Heavenly Tribulation had once again stared at him, and the sound of thunder had already sounded around the river again.

Yuan Yi changed his gentleness and urged viciously: "When are you leaving? Can you get out of here quickly?"

Ning Yi scolded the monkey a hundred times in his heart.

This withered monkey is really excessive...... Even lied to himself?

After scolding, Ning Yi took a deep breath, looked sincere, and said, "Finally, I want to ask you to make a divination for me." ”

"Count the good luck and culprit who went to Badu City this time?" said Yuan with a frown.

"Do the math, how long can I live?" Ning Yi once again tried to pull the heavenly machine out of Yuan's mouth.

Yuan directly closed his eyes, did not look at Ning Yi, and then did not have the courage to brush his sleeves, and directly sent him out of the realm of the River of Apocalypse.

"Poof".

The water column exploded.

The rivers of the Apocalypse are blowing like heavy rain.

A black-shirted figure was sent out in embarrassment, sitting on the bank of the river, looking gloomy and depressed.

Many people saw it...... Looks like Urle?

Ning Yitu sat on the bank of the River of the Apocalypse, patted his ass and got up, and scolded: "The withered monkey that burst out of the crack in the stone, you deserve to be single for the rest of your life." ”

Reciting the name of the true god will make you feel it?

The back mountain of Shu Mountain.

The Great Sage, who had not been seen for a long time, sat cross-legged like a dry stone, suddenly frowned, and sneezed heavily.

He scratched the monkey's cheek, muttered, and resumed his retreat.