The ghost gate was broken, and the dead city, which was only dozens of miles away from the ghost gate, became an empty city in an instant.

This little distance, in the eyes of the monks, is no different from non-existence.

As early as when the Yin and Yang Realm War was restarted, the ghost cultivators in the Vain Death City had already gone almost, after all, ordinary ghost cultivators all cared about their own lives, and they were worried that the city would be involved in it in the future. By the time the battle of the Ghost Gate Pass was decided, there was not even a ghost.

The Nineteen Continents side, without much effort, occupied the city of vain death.

After the victory of the first day, although I roughly guessed what the situation of the current city of vain death was, just in case, after the discussion of the heads and elders of the various major sects, they still sent a few teams of people into the city to investigate and clean up, in case there was any ambush.

Brother Kunwu, of course, is among them.

Originally, there was no need for a monk who was too high in cultivation to go, but for some reason, Xie Buchen actually invited someone to take him there.

The nearly 100 ordinary disciples on Kunwu's side were inevitably a little surprised. But Xie Buchen didn't talk much, and he didn't talk to them much, and they didn't have the courage to come forward to talk to him, so they only guessed the reason in their hearts.

In the two days after the Battle of the Ghost Gate, the side of the Nineteen Continent monks was actually not as calm as it appeared.

I don't know how many people were talking about the seventeen people that day.

There is no impermeable wall in the world, not to mention that the people of Yashan Fudao Mountain and Kunwu Hengxu Zhenren actually made trouble in front of nearly 10,000 monks, even if it was only a few words with unknown meaning, it was enough to make people tremble and guess.

Eighty years ago, in the hidden realm of Qingfeng Nunnery, the genius of Kunwu Xie Buchen and the new generation of Yashan saw discord and fought, half of them died and one disappeared, resulting in the resentment of the two families of Kunwu Yashan and the freezing of the relationship.

This is a rumor.

Although the rumors sound very true, and they are by no means groundless, no one has really seen what this so-called "grudge" and "discord" looks like.

Now......

Who are the people of Fudao Mountain and the real people of Hengxu?

Two giants with great fame on the nineteen continents!

is that the cultivation of the three masters of Zen Buddhism is not weak, but it is difficult to compare with these two in terms of prestige.

How many years have these two people been practicing?

Not to mention that joy and anger are invisible, at least as long as they want to, they can easily control their emotions and not let others see the clues.

But at that time, it was tense and angry!

The rumors of discord were undoubtedly confirmed in an instant.

And......

Is it really just that simple?

Now that we have just captured the Ghost Gate Pass and won the first city, there are already so many clues of contradictions, who knows what will happen in the future?

And some people say that the puppet-like seventeen people who were killed by the sword of the Yashan monks that day were actually pieced together from the fragments of the old souls of the Yashan monks who died in the battle eleven years ago......

If the upper mood is unstable, the lower heart will move.

Under the sigh of everyone, it is inevitable that they will have something to do with what they will face in the future and the clues of the rift looming in the nineteen continents now, although no one dares to say it clearly, but the worry will not be resolved.

Xie Buchen was very calm.

As if he was unaware of the worries and worries of everyone around him, he only walked in front of everyone, came out of the station that was originally close to the Extreme Ghost Gate, and walked all the way through the wasteland that had been full of potholes in the previous battle, and soon saw the broken ghost gate.

The hideous and majestic momentum of the past has long since disappeared.

Half of the door had collapsed to the ground.

Huge black stones, with all kinds of traces of mess, smeared with the wind and frost of the years, scattered in the barren grass, some are still exposed on the ground, and some have been buried in the loess.

When passing through this pass, Xie Buchen's footsteps naturally stopped.

Someone behind him asked him, "Senior Brother Xie, what's wrong, what's wrong?"

"Nope. He raised his head, his gaze fell on the half-gate that was still standing here despite the break, and only replied calmly, "It's just that there are still some things that I remember, you wait to enter this pass first, enter the dead city to investigate, and I will come later." ”

"Yes. ”

Although he was a little curious about what he was talking about, first, there was a strict hierarchical barrier between Kunwu's ordinary disciples and true disciples, and second, Xie Buchen's clever calculations in the previous battle had allowed him to establish enough prestige among the monks of the Nineteen Continents, so the monks of Kunwu passed through this dilapidated ghost gate without asking a word, and headed towards the city of vain.

Xie Buchen stood in place, watching everyone walk away.

It wasn't until the figures were gone that he raised his head again and looked at the badly damaged door, the strange sensation he had felt when he had passed through this place a few times before, and finally came back to his mind.

He walked slowly to his right.

The grass was overgrown, covering the mud-stained black rock at the bottom of the Ghost Gate. He brushed away the thick layer of dirt, revealing the strange and hideous pattern of the skeleton's ghost's head.

The same slowly revealed......

There is also another strange mark hidden under this pattern.

Xie Buchen's fingers poked out gently, and the moment he touched this mark, the mark turned into a small gray and white aura like a needle tip, which submerged from his fingertips......

The gloomy wind blew through the wasteland, and the gloomy stratus clouds whistled like demons from above the sky, along with the wind.

In the Nineteen Continents station near the Ghost Gate, he suddenly opened his eyes when he saw sorrow.

But the slightly furrowed brows did not let go.

On that day, the red-dyed robe on the Battle of the Ghost Gate Pass had been changed, and at this moment, he was dressed in moon white, and with the elixir jointly refined by Mr. Medicine King Yiming and the White Moon Valley Medicine Girl Lu Xiangleng, the injuries on his body had already recovered, and even his cultivation had risen a little, climbing and stabilizing in the middle stage of returning to the void.

It's just that......

After all, it didn't feel so right.

She sat cross-legged, raised her hand and touched the corner of her eye, but there was a bit of deep thought in her eyes.

You don't need to look at her to know that her eyes have been restored.

Originally, during the surprise attack on the snowy region, in order to break through the ancient god array, she was in danger, and went deep into the pit that I didn't know where to connect, and when she saw the huge ancient corpse sleeping in the galaxy in a vague sense of consciousness, she was suddenly hit by a black gas, hurting her eyes, and since then seeing things with the naked eye has been covered with a layer of shadow.

Even if she recovered from her injuries, the shadow did not disappear.

It's just that the monks have already cultivated their spiritual sense, and the role of the naked eye is no longer great, and it is precisely because of her poor eyesight that she can only get twice the result with half the effort when she comprehends the first line of heaven in the arsenal, so after finding that she can't eliminate this layer of shadow no matter what, she gave up for the time being, and only waited for the opportunity to ask Lu Xiangleng or Mr. Yiming to help take a look.

I didn't expect it......

Before you know it, the shadow has disappeared.

Seeing that he looked inside his body, he didn't know how this shadow dissipated and where it dissipated, but he vaguely felt that it was probably at the time of the previous battle with King Taishan.

Only then was her attention so focused on the battle that she had no time to be distracted, and with the use of her psionic sense instead of her eyes, she wouldn't notice even if her eyes recovered.

"But it's still weird......"

Seeing sorrow, he recalled every detail of his battle with King Taishan, and it didn't matter what was next to him, only the eyes of King Taishan with a little disbelief in horror kept flashing in his mind.

That was the moment she raised her sword against the tip of his brow!

She was sure that at that moment, King Taishan was not looking at the sword in her hand, but at her eyes!

Open your eyes and close them again.

After a long while, he opened his eyes again.

She got up, pushed open the door, and walked out of the house.

Beyond is a wasteland in the Arctic Regions.

Most of the cave houses that the monks of the Nineteen Continents had built when they were in a stalemate with the Extreme Ghost Cultivators had been removed, so they seemed a little sporadic and bleak.

She had only taken two steps outside when she heard the voice of the person she was looking for.

"Dead salted fish!"

"The years are not forgiving, a handful of old bones are still disliked, I am kind to persuade you, but I didn't expect you, a dead mayfly whose spirit is open, but whose wisdom is not long, does not know what to do!

"Isn't it what you said is long?"

“…… It's loneliness. ”

"What is loneliness?"

"Loneliness is why you came to Dream Reef to come to me. ”

"I don't understand. ”

"You don't understand, it's just because you don't realize it's there. ”

"But I have old friends. ”

“…… You roll. ”

"It was Brother Kun who told me earlier that I have an old friend. ”

"Yes, now that you not only have old friends, but you also swallow half of your heart alive, don't you think there's anything wrong?"

"It's weird to swallow it and it's gone. ”

"Hehe, your life is over!"

"What's the explanation?"

"The mayfly is unintentional, you eat half of it, and the matter is ......"

"You-see the sorrowful Daoist?"

It was a mayfly and a kunpeng talking, coming from the wasteland outside. Fu Chaosheng's old robe, which seemed to be crawling with moss, had not changed, but the fish-shaped hairpin on his head had turned into a black jade wrench, which was worn on his thumb and rotated in a circle by him.

The pair of dead fish eyes on the wrench fingers were obviously a little dizzy.

At this moment, he walked over, just when he saw the sorrow, he suddenly forgot all the words he wanted to ask Kun, and was stunned for a moment before he opened his mouth and called her.

The feeling at this moment is really a little strange.

Fu Chaosheng felt that something seemed wrong in his body, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

He only stopped, looking at the sorrow.

There were no monks around.

It was quiet.

Seeing that he still had a somewhat natural pale face and a pair of eyes that concealed a bit of demonic spirit as in the old days, he felt that there was an indescribable directness and frankness in this big demon, so he couldn't help but think about the straightforward and terrifying words he saw at first.

She stared at the other party for a long time before she walked over and said hello in the same way: "Chaosheng Daoyou." ”

Fu Chaosheng could see at a glance that her cultivation had been fully recovered, and it had risen a little, and he originally felt that according to people's habits, he should be happy for her, but when he looked at her, he felt that her expression seemed to be too flat.

So a feeling that is extremely indescribable arises.

He didn't frown, but just asked, "My old friend has something to ask me." ”

“…… Yes. ”

This time, it was her turn to be slightly stunned, and she actually felt that Fu Chaosheng was much sharper than before, or was her mind already outward, or she didn't hide it from this big demon who should be "not my race"?

Yes.

She is here to ask for advice, so why hide it?

Every scene on the battlefield of the Ghost Gate Pass that day passed through the depths of her mind, the shocked eyes of King Taishan when she stabbed out with a sword, the sword she hesitated when King Qiguan came to save King Taishan, and the seventeen soul puppets that finally appeared on the Ghost Gate Pass......

All kinds of thoughts, sort them out one by one.

Seeing the sorrow, he laughed slowly, only stood in front of Fu Chaosheng, raised his eyes slightly to look at him, and asked: "Chaosheng Daoyou was born of heaven and earth, although people call you 'the most evil demon', it may not be the bell of heaven and earth." I want to know, how do you watch the cycle of life and death?"

The cycle of life and death?

These four words seem simple, but in fact they are huge.

Fu Chaosheng shouldn't have understood what she was talking about, but at this moment, he recalled the figure of her going against the crowd when the swords of countless monks in Yashan Mountain fell.

Then it suddenly became clear.

He said: "Old friends are obsessed with those soul puppets. ”

How can you not be angry?

Seeing sorrow, he took a step to the side, only put his clean palm under the hazy sky of the Polar Domain, looked at the unique palm prints in the palm that were different from others, and then murmured: "At that moment, I had a very rebellious thought in my heart......

Very rebellious ideas.

She put down her palm, turned around, and stared at Fu Chaosheng: "You said, in these six reincarnations, if you have no memories of your life, only the soul is the same, then-you, is it still you?"

Memory, soul.

You—

Or are you still?

This is by no means an easy question to answer, or rather, different people will have different answers.

But for Fu Chaosheng, the question is very simple.

He lowered his eyebrows, pondered for a moment, and then replied to her with a smile: "Of course not." If only the soul is the same, and there is no memory of everything, then I am no different from the mayflies in the world. I don't know the way of old friends, and I don't know my old friends when I was born, the soul is equivalent to white paper, and the white paper in the world has a different material, but it is just an empty piece of paper. Memory is calligraphy and painting on paper, which varies from person to person. 'I' should be a painting, not just a piece of paper. ”

"Hahaha......"

When his words landed, he couldn't help but stroking his palms and laughing!

Happy at the beginning, but laughable at the end, the corners of the eyes can't help but moisten.

Uncontrollably burst into tears!

A good sentence "'I' should be a painting, not just a piece of paper"!

She didn't know whether to say it, whether Fu Chaosheng's sentence suddenly made her see the clouds, or whether she should say that his sentence was exactly what she thought in her heart.

I just want to laugh at the absurdity that comes from the bottom of my heart at this moment.

So much for!

Fu Chaosheng looked at her and didn't speak.

Seeing the sorrow, he slowly laughed tired, only waved his hand to him, and went to the direction of the ghost gate alone.

Fu Chaosheng wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Kun's words.

He only said, "You, an old friend, should want to be alone at this moment. ”

Seeing sorrow is indeed wanting to be alone and quiet.

Just because a certain thought has been entrenched in her mind for too long, and the past is only faintly floating, but when she sees that the "monster" made of the remnants of the cliff mountain is about to be killed by the cliff mountain gate, this thought is like a crazy vine, completely revealing its rebellious form to the world.

Because it's too real, it looks hideous.

She's sure—

As long as she dares to stand up and explain her thoughts to others, I am afraid that everyone will stand up and angrily accuse her of being cranky and ill-intentioned!

Even, there will be cliffs and mountains in it.

Closing his eyes churning with emotion, he saw sorrow walk past the broken ghost gate, walk through the shattered black stones, and cross the wasteland in the middle, and soon saw the dead city standing at the end of the line of sight.

The gates were wide open, and the drawbridge was placed on the moat.

It's just that the mirror hanging at the gate of the city has lost its former glory, and a large hole has been broken in the mirror, and I don't know whether it was forcibly broken by the monks stationed in the city, or whether it was accidentally hit by scattered attacks in the previous battle......

There were monks from other sects guarding the gates.

Seeing this robe and a face, everyone knew it at this moment, and when she stepped on the suspension bridge, no one came out to stop her.

The monks on either side just bowed to her.

When I walked over and passed in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but think of what I saw in the mirror when I raised my hand to caress the rough mirror covered with dust.

She lingered for a moment, and then went into the city.

At this time, she didn't want to ask anyone, she just wanted to go back to the old mansion in the city of vain death back then, and take a second look at the shocking words she had seen back then!

The streets were the same, there was no trace of the ghosts, and only a few groups of monks walked through the streets and alleys, their footsteps hurried.

After seeing sorrow and entering the city, he followed the path in his memory.

Soon he saw the familiar round building, the wide street, and the old house in the corner where he once lived.

It's just that she didn't expect that when she walked up the steps and wanted to open the door with the Divine Soul Mark that was connected to the old house protection formation, she found out-

The two gates are actually hidden!

Reaching out and pushing gently, I heard a tooth-aching "squeak" sound, and the door slowly opened......

At this moment, I only felt a chill rising from the soles of my feet and hitting my heart!

The courtyard has not changed at all.

The two orange trees with scorched black trunks and dark green crowns planted in the courtyard grew a little thicker and more luxuriant.

It seems that no one has cleaned it for too long, and the old dead leaves have fallen all over the ground.

On the edge of the carved window that was open at the back, there was a plum vase, in which were three plum blossoms, and the branches were already full of bright red flowers.

The plum petals that flourished and fell on the window edge.

A few slender fingers as long as jade, gently brushed from the line of words engraved on the edge of the window, and finally dotted on the few plum petals, and then naturally picked up the plum petals and rested them in the palm of their palms.

When he looked up again, he saw the sorrow standing at the gate of this mansion.

Seeing that his pupils shrank sharply, he looked at him and did not speak.

Xie Buchen didn't seem to expect to see her here, and after being slightly stunned, he calmly let go of his palm, letting the bright red plum blossoms and petals fall.

He smiled at her and asked, "Why did you come here when you saw your sorrowful friends?"