Senior Brother Jiang He......

Seeing sorrow was a bit unexpected, one was that even with her cultivation, she didn't notice how he appeared beside her, and the other didn't know what the meaning of his words at the moment was, and what it really meant.

But in the dark, there was a strange desire to obey.

It's as if what he said was absolutely correct.

Among the many disciples under Yashan, what kind of existence did the eighth junior disciple Jiang He have? From the day she entered Yashan, he was the appearance of such a young man. looks slightly fat, and he doesn't grow big, and even his cultivation has never stayed in the Jindan period, as if he has never participated in the Zuo Three Thousand Small Meeting.

When the disciples were there, he was there.

When the disciples laughed, he laughed along.

Occasionally eccentric, Thai is half peaceful and quiet, with a natural fit with the cliff mountain, as if it has experienced the deep and shallow years with that mountain.

But......

He's not that old.

At such a moment, it is too late to investigate the hidden meaning of his words, and he is just not at ease when he sees sorrow. But before she could make a move, Jiang He's palm had already been raised!

As soon as the palm wind is sent, a gust of wind rises from the ground!

Just as she had just slapped her left and flowed out of danger, Jiang He's palm was also strong enough to blow up her body and send her out of the battle formation!

The wind is thousands of feet, surrounded by the body.

Ride the wind and fly over the stratus clouds.

With the strength of the power to return to the void at the moment, he couldn't get out of this palm wind, and his eyes widened in shock for a while, looking at Jiang He who was left in the Ten Thousand Army Array, and his heart suddenly chilled, and he had an ominous premonition!

"Senior Brother Jiang—"

"Senior Brother Jiang......"

It's been with him for nearly 400 years.

Jiang He glanced at her from a distance, muttered, and finally laughed with a somewhat unspeakable sigh.

The sound of the piano surrounds, and the strong enemy is on the side.

He stood in the midst of the encirclement of thousands of ghost cultivators, alone, but there was no fear on his face.

Turning his eyes to look at the pieces of soul puppets in front of him, the light at the bottom of his eyes was lonely.

Without the jokes of the gags with the same students in the past, and without the immaturity of the ordinary little fat man, even though it is still this small body, whether it is the demeanor between the eyebrows or the movements between the gestures, it is stained with the heaviest traces of the years in an instant, and there is a drooping old state that is completely inconsistent with its appearance.

It's old, isn't it?

Jiang He himself can't remember how many years it has been, and he has almost forgotten how many years he has been mixing with the younger juniors in Yashan for nearly four hundred years.

The era of his birth should have been more than a thousand years earlier than the Green Leaf Ancestor.

It is still ancient, the strong are vertical and horizontal, and reincarnation is still there.

I just wanted him to remember, but he forgot it.

It was about eleven years ago that he died in that Yin and Yang Realm battle, his soul was scattered, and the damage was too great, which also made him lose the time that built his life, right?

The clearest picture left at the beginning of his memory is nothing more than the bank of the Huangquan River, where blood is pouring back, washing over the flesh and blood of the Thousand Cultivators of Yashan, turning the living into white bones, tearing the living soul into a cloud of smoke, letting the blunt sword swim across the sky, rising into the haze sky, passing through the ghost gate under the pressure of the three thousand peach blossoms in the East Pole, knocking on the gate of the Yashan Arsenal, and falling on the ice field that does not melt all year round!

But the only thing to go back to is the sword.

In all the fallen bodies, the souls of martyrdom could not break through the barrier between these two worlds, and were blocked by the reincarnation of the heavenly chasm!

Only the extremely strong and indelible obsession gathered together like a spark, and by chance, gathered his scattered soul and threw it back to the land of the nineteen continents!

Go back—

Back to Cliff Mountain!

So with the existence of his soul, he broke through the two worlds that were locked and isolated, punished by the rules of the Heavenly Tribulation, dissolved ninety percent of his cultivation, and finally trekked thousands of miles, came out of the ghost gate on the East China Sea Island, and fell on the shaky iron chain bridge of Yashan.

The water of the Jiutou River is flowing, and it is the best sound in the world;

The top of the sheath looms over the stratus clouds, which is the most beautiful scenery in the world.

He shouted in his heart: Yashan, I will return!

Then the mountains, rivers and mountains reverberated with countless sounds: Yashan, I want to return!

That's not his voice, it's the voice of a thousand cultivators who fell in the Polar Domain!

Their obsession with wanting to return to the point of not being able to return has become his soul and has become a part of his soul, supporting his lifespan like a candle in the wind, allowing him to once again walk on the dangerous road of Yashan as a subordinate of Yashan!

Four hundred years, flickering fingers.

Do you still remember the endless unwilling face of the Battle of Polar Huangquan that day?

Can you still hear the reverberating sad songs and calls in your new body?

Jiang He closed his eyes and listened, and the thousands of attacks that fell towards him around him were all wiped out of thin air at the moment he closed his eyes, as if they had never appeared.

The shouts of killing on the battlefield, the gurgling of the piano, and the worried shouts of the same door......

The voices were all in his ears, but they didn't leave any trace in his heart.

He's still listening, he's still searching......

He only took out all the sounds of this world, cold and hot, from his ears, and he heard, heard the voice that had formed his very being!

"Yashan ......"

"Yashan, I want to ......"

"I want to ......"

"I want to return!"

"I want to return!"

"Yashan, I want to return!"

"Yashan! I want to return!"

At first, it was finely broken and almost inaudible.

But when the first sound sounds, it is like a flowing spring hitting a deep stream, echoing in the mountains, layer upon layer, layer upon layer, layer upon layer, louder and louder, louder and louder!

They tore at his soul and pounded at his mind!

At the moment when the sound became deafening, Jiang He finally opened his eyes and burst into tears!

Although the faces of Qianxiu in front of him are no longer unfamiliar, they have even become completely different from those of the past, and have become puppets that can be manipulated by others-

But he still has to fulfill his vow back then!

Take them back!

Leave this miserable and gloomy polar region, return to the Nineteen Continents, return to the Middle Domain, and return to the cliff mountain where dreams and souls cannot return!

"Bang!"

Like the stars exploding, at this moment, Jiang He spread his arms, opened his chest, and let that blazing light explode in his chest!

Nearly a thousand soul puppets have risen in the yin wind, forming a big array!

Countless blood lines each carried a fierce and evil spirit, drawing a dazzling arc and throwing themselves at him!

But he didn't dodge or dodge, just opened his arms and let these countless blood lines pierce into his hot chest and beating heart!

At this moment, the heavens and the earth are still!

Even the sound of the piano stopped.

In the whimpering wind, Zhong Lanling looked at it in a daze, only to feel that every part of his body no longer seemed to obey his command, and they overflowed with an emotion that made him feel very painful, as if there were many sounds coming from his body, but not from the tip of his tongue and throat, but from his limbs, five internal organs, and six internal organs......

The blood line that was thrown was full of eyes, hanging in the void and could not be taken back. Like blood, connecting "them" with him, trance is a symbiotic and coexisting relationship.

Just as they were on the day of their fall......

The obsession that can't be dissolved no matter what, and the longing that will never be realized, are pinned on the scattered souls, hoping that he will return to Yashan, and also hope that he will take them back to Yashan......

"Senior Brother Jiang He!"

"Senior brother!"

"Uncle Jiang—"

There were many people calling his name, Jiang He heard it, and he also remembered the secretive and ominous attitude of the two juniors of Fudao and Zheng Invite when they brought back all kinds of news about the Polar Domain.

I just didn't want him to know what was happening in the Polar Regions.

But how can you hide it?

He is also an old fox who has lived for thousands of years, how can he not see so much?

Therefore, although there was only Jin Dan who could not be touched by thunder, he also came to the Extreme Domain, and then when he fought at the Ghost Gate, he saw through the truth and his fate.

He existed for them, four hundred years of waiting, only for today's reunion, to fulfill his promise in the past, to bring them back......

Only he can do it.

Because he was the embodiment of the deepest thoughts of these countless souls when they fell, and he was bound to them.

"My life, thou shalt perish;

The opening is an old and majestic voice, the voice of the heart that has been suppressed in my heart for nearly four hundred years!

"The old man of Yashan is here by oath!"

At such a moment, all Zheng Yin's voices were dumb in his throat, and he couldn't make a single breath; the few great powers who heard this old voice showed a bit of a trance, as if they had turned out the old appearance of the owner of this voice from the depths of their memory; and the sorrow carried by the palm wind reminded them of all kinds of abnormalities related to this "Senior Brother Jiang" at such a moment.

It was also at such a moment that the Yashan Sword passed through the neck of Emperor Song.

On a face full of old age, the frightened look was still before it could be put away, and it was completely frozen in all kinds of despair and panic!

After passing the Dharma Body realm, powerful ghost cultivators will gradually cultivate their own "golden bodies", so when they kill them, they feel no different from killing a living person.

With a twist of the wrist, the stone sword was slashed flat.

The surging sword qi broke through the neck of Emperor Song horizontally, and he actually cut off his head and threw it on the ground!

Qu Zhengfeng's cold face did not have the slightest expression, only the ghost blood like a spring of water splashed his body, dyed his eyes, and made those eyes turn into a treacherous deep red under the dark sky!

The old man of Yashan should come by oath!

The rolling sound, like the thunder of the world, constantly echoed in this ruins and battlefield, as if it echoed between heaven and earth!

One heavy, one heavy, and one heavy!

Zhong Lanling's strings were broken, and the figure of the Wheel King who wanted to fly to intercept Jiang He was blocked in the middle of the road, but the thousand cultivation soul puppets gathered together were like glass that was shattered by the sound, "click", and in an instant, cracks appeared on their soul bodies!

Jin Dan's cultivation disappeared.

Jiang He's entire body seemed to be burning, and his cultivation was climbing steadily, to Yuanying, to out-of-body, to WTO, to returning to the void, until there was a boundary!

A powerful breath that belongs to the power, crowning the world!

"Old man, come back......"

Raising his hand to probe, the sky and the earth took off their original appearance in his eyes, and only became a space that could be manipulated at will bound by rules.

So he pointed a little forward!

Within the range ahead, where the Thousand Cultivation Soul Puppets were, they shattered like a mirror! That piece of ground instantly turned into powder, cracks appeared in the void, and the ghost cultivators in it quickly shattered like a mirror reflected in the mirror!

"They" were puppets, ruthless and insensitive, and at the moment of shattering, they didn't even scream for half a minute, and there was even a kind of confusion on their faces that they didn't know what was happening.

The strings were broken, and the body was out of shape.

Zhong Lanling raised his arms, lowered his head, and saw the cracks in this space, spreading to his body, shattering his piano, shattering his robe, and shattering his limbs......

The feeling of this moment is extremely wonderful.

It's obviously collapsing, but it's not half painful.

Because every part of his body was built into it, and it didn't give him painful feedback, as if what was happening in the here and now was what they were happy to see. So there is no pain in the mind, but the body is plunged into another level of pleasure.

Like what?

Like a stationary volcano, it suddenly erupts, with a powerful destructive force, bursting out thousands of dust, like a fallen jade statue, falling to the ground, shattering into countless snow-like fines, like a star, exploding in the Milky Way, lighting up all the stars around it!

Countless, countless, countless, countless pieces!

Some are big, some are small, some are complete, some are mutilated, some are bright, some are dull, some are jumping, some are flying......

There are no more soul golems in heaven and earth.

Even Zhong Lanling was annihilated in the fragmentation of the all-encompassing space, and disappeared.

All that existed in front of everyone's eyes was these countless fragments, exuding a tear-jerking familiarity......

Jiang He raised his hands high, and the countless blood threads that had penetrated into his chest converged together, and when he formed a complex seal, they actually gathered and intertwined with each other, shuttling to form a blood mirror!

He blew hard, and the blood mirror rose into the air.

The higher you go, the bigger you get!

In the blink of an eye, it hung in the dark night sky, like a blood moon, but it was not half demonic, only a touch of rich poignant.

"Open-"

Hoarse throat, hoarse sounds.

A terrifying spiritual power of purity emanated from Jiang He's fingertips, like a jade belt flowing spring, continuously pouring into the blood mirror in the sky.

At the same time, his bare body quickly dimmed.

The spiritual power splashed a ripple on the surface of the Blood Mirror, causing it to spin slowly. After turning three times, there was a huge round and thick golden light, coming from the bottom of the eighteen layers of hell under the evil soil of the Polar Domain, shining through the heavy soil under his feet, piercing through the sky, squeezing through the darkness of the surrounding haze, and falling on the blood mirror!

There was a faint fluctuation in the surroundings immediately.

The blood mirror instantly turned golden red, and the reflection of mountains and rivers appeared on the mirror, and the three thousand lone peaks penetrated the night, picking up the stars and the moon......

It's Yashan.

At this moment, the familiar aura enveloped most of the battlefield, and also shrouded the thousands of broken souls floating on the battlefield!

They were guided by this breath and suddenly rose up.

The fragments of light that emitted deep and shallow light floated into the pillar of light that came out of the ground, but they swam like fish in water, hundreds, thousands, thousands, gathered together like a glowing river......

Flowing to the blood mirror, flowing to the cliff mountain.

In the darkness, it seemed that the generous lamentation sounded again......

Enter my Yashan Gate, pull out my Yashan sword, for my Yashan people!

A heart and gallbladder, open to the world!

I don't want to be as bright as the moon, but I wish my heart was like the moon......

If you are talented, you should love him, protect him, teach him, let him know the earthly situation and the way of heaven, and make him know all the worldly things, but he still has a pure heart, so that he can face all difficulties and dangers, and deal with them calmly......

You don't need to remember, just remember -

Draw your sword, draw your sword!

The Polar Badland, the Broken Soul River goes upstream, and at the bottom of the cliff mountain, the Heavenly Mirror turns upside down.

When the first fragment of the soul penetrated the blood mirror and disappeared in the Polar Domain, Jiang He's dim body also began to dissipate.

The obsession of this system exists, and it also disappears because of the thought.

When Qian Xiu really perished, it was also the time when he was completely destroyed.

It's just that there is no regret.

In the scattered light, he only looked in the direction of the cliff and mountain on the battlefield, and when he glanced at it from a distance, it was as if he had fulfilled all his wishes, and turned around and threw himself at the golden red blood mirror!

It was midnight in the Nineteenth Continent.

The golden light from the bottom of the cliff mountain penetrated the top of Lingzhao, shining on the silent figure standing on the side of the Hejing at this moment, and also shining on the withered ancestor in front of him.

They solemnly raised their heads and looked up at the heavens.

The frost-white mountains and moons are hidden, and the stars are falling from the sky.

Eleven Jiazi, the heroic soul returns!

The wind is cold, and the night rain is dashing.

Hit on the surface of the Hanjiang River, hit on the top of the iron chain bridge, hit on the top of the sword drawing platform, hit the thousand mounds, rain, splashed like tears......