The sky is clear blue, and the snow-capped peaks stretch.

The peaks in the distance are covered with snow that does not melt all year round, and the deep black rocks in the near distance are jagged and uneven.

The clear water flows down from the heights and passes through the mountains and rocks.

A large rock slipped into the stream, forcing it to divert its course and pass around it.

Standing on it, looking north, you can see the holy mountain hidden in the clouds at the end of the sky.

This is the third time Fu Chaosheng has come here, and it is also the third time that he has looked at the holy mountain.

After bidding farewell to his sorrows, he headed north to the snowy region.

Compared to the fertile and suitable climate of the central region, the terrain here is higher and colder, and most of the mountains are covered with snow. But the sky was blue, and it was so clean that it was intoxicating.

He wasn't a mortal, but he didn't feel uncomfortable.

It's just that after coming here, he hasn't found the person he is looking for, which really makes him a little puzzled.

As early as when he was in the Extreme Domain, he already knew about the rebirth of the Holy Son Shanye here in the Snowy Tantra, so after taking care of the affairs over there and returning to the Nineteen Continents, he thought about coming here first and trying to find Shanye to see if he could solve his doubts.

But unexpectedly, he went up to the holy mountain and entered the temple twice, but no trace of him was found.

You know, he still has the eyes and the eyes of the universe on him.

The tantric monks in the temple are all in retreat in the temple. But only Fu Chaosheng knew that he was not in the temple at all, not even in the snowy region, and not in the land of the nineteen continents.

Ume can't observe, there are only two possibilities.

One is that he is indeed not there, and the other is that Yumu saw it, but he can't discern who is Shanya from it, or even what Shanya is.

After all, Yumu can only look at its shape, but cannot distinguish its quality.

So at this moment, even if the supernatural powers are as vast as Fu Chaosheng, he can only stand here, looking at the snowy temple from afar, helpless.

"I always felt like I was missing something......"

He frowned slightly, and his eyes were full of change, revealing a little thought, as if he was muttering to himself.

for there is no one but him.

But just here, it seemed to be beside him, and a rather vicissitudes of life and majesty replied: "Heaven and earth are magical, you can see how much you can see when you are a mayfly?"

Fu Chaosheng lowered his eyebrows, looked at the swimming fish pattern embroidered on his cuffs, and said with a smile: "I am the most subtle place in heaven and earth, and I don't know if I am shallow. Brother Kun is rich in the four seas and nine heavens, he is the lord of the heavens, the ruler of the sea, the greatest and the highest, I think he has made a discovery?"

"What if you find something?"

The voice was elongated, and he laughed along, and the words that came out were very annoying.

"I don't want to say it. ”

“……”

In the end, he said that he was a "salted fish" in front of him that day, and offended him.

Fu Chaosheng was a little speechless, but he expected that he was deliberately saying this to lead him to ask, so he didn't bother to ask.

When the water was shallow, he leaned down and cleaned his hands with the water.

The streams in the snowy region originate from the surrounding mountains, and are the water of melting ice and snow, and even if they are left here, they are still icy.

Fu Chaosheng cleaned his hands while thinking about whether to go to the temple again to see what was missing.

But before he could leave the stream with his hands, a light red floating in the water immediately attracted his attention......

Like ink marks in the water, the light red stained his hands in the blink of an eye.

Fu Chaosheng frowned suddenly, raised his hand, and sniffed lightly, his pupils contracted slightly.

Bloody gas.

He got up and looked upstream along the rocky stream, but saw that between the craggy rocks, the crimson stream was flowing down, and in the blink of an eye it had already flowed past his feet.

Is it the old and new schools of Tantra that have quarreled again?

But he remembered that when he first came, the battle between the new secret and the old secret had come to an end temporarily.

After a moment of silence, he didn't think much about it, and followed the stream, looking for it against the current.

After passing through several high mountains and passing through several valleys, there is a deep canyon in front of you. The dangerous peaks on both sides are like two long swords, and below is a shoal, and the stream flows from the other end of the canyon, and the crimson color has gradually become lighter.

Dozens of corpses lay across the shallows, blood smeared all over the ground.

The moment he saw it clearly, Fu Chaosheng was surprised.

This is because these corpses were dressed in darker robes, not because tantric monks often wore red and yellow robes.

Looking at it, it turned out to be a monk in the Middle Domain.

He walked slowly, past the mass of corpses.

It was a tragic scene, but he was born with the life of "dying in the morning and in the twilight", and he had seen the life and death of countless people of the same race, and he looked at the life and death of mortals even more lightly.

Looking at it all the way, there was no fluctuation in his complexion.

However, when he walked next to the corpse of an old man, he suddenly stopped, stared at a piece of green wood token on his waist for a moment, and then leaned over to pick it up.

The blood stains were stained, and there was even a deep crack, but the two words engraved on it were extremely clear.

"Kungo?"

If I'm not mistaken, this is the Middle Domain sect that is as famous as the Yashan where his old friend is located. Their boss is weak, and he has some ability.

It's just that the monk of Kunwu, how could he be here, and something happened?

Fu Chaosheng flipped the token over and threw it back at the corpse.

This piece of corpses, about twenty or so. But he came to the end, and the bloody breath had not yet dissipated. Looking ahead, there were more than a dozen people lying on the other side of the canyon shallows.

But the uniform system is different from that of Kunwu's group of monks.

And it's not like Kunwu's side, there are all kinds of magic weapons scattered around, and there is not a sword around these people.

As he walked over, by the stream, a figure with his feet deep in the mud and sand came into his eyes.

Unlike the corpses that littered him, he was standing.

The azure robe lined his figure even longer.

It was a young and handsome face, with long eyebrows and slightly frowned, and his eyes were closed, as if he was suffering from some pain, and as if he had just fallen asleep.

The right hand that he held seemed to hold a sword at one time, and the left hand, which was gathered in front of him, pinched the hand.

It looked as if he was going to open his eyes in the next moment and sprinkle his sword light all over the canyon.

But Fu Chaosheng knew that this was just a lifeless shell, and in the nineteen continents where reincarnation was cut off, his soul had long since dissipated between heaven and earth.

This person will never wake up again.

Bang la blah.

The stream washed away, and a shattered, dark black token lay between the cracks in the stone not far in front of him.

The word "Yashan" ripples slightly wrinkled in the water waves, like a phantom......

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Illuminated on the edge of the top, inside the deacon's church.

Fourteen broken green jade life tablets lay quietly on the quaint long case.

The head Zheng Yu stood in front of this long case, looking at it without saying a word, without any expression on his face.

Behind him, there were the four elders of Yashan, Bi Yan, Xi He, Haoran, and Qi Boyuan.

In the entire hall, from the head to the elders, to the disciples of the deacons, no one spoke.

It's cold, and it's oppressive.

Everyone felt a heavy stone pressing down on their throats, and they couldn't breathe.

A spiritual light fell from the sky and fell on the top of the spirit, at the door of the deacon's hall.

Seeing Chou walking in from outside the door, he saw the scene at this moment, and for a while, he didn't dare to speak.

Zheng Yu noticed her arrival, and slowly turned around, as if he wanted to greet her with a smile, but his lips couldn't bend up, and he only sighed: "Senior sister is back." ”

"What the hell happened?"

Yashan monk, the sword chief carries with him, and he will not return to the arsenal unless he dies. But she saw with her own eyes more than a dozen long swords returning to the arsenal!

What happened is already self-evident.

Zheng Yu glanced at her and only took a step sideways.

So, the long case behind him and the fourteen life cards lined up on the long case appeared and fell into the eyes of sorrow.

On each life card, the name of a Yashan disciple is written.

But they're all broken......

Seeing sorrow and looking at the past one by one, there are acquaintances and strangers in it, and every time I look at a name, I feel that my heart sinks a little.

The life card on the far left seems to have been moved, and it is a little crooked.

On it, there is also a name written on it-

Yu Zhifei.

At that moment, the hand hanging down by his side trembled, and his heart trembled, and he almost couldn't believe his eyes.

The name......

How can it be!

Yu Zhifei.

The seventh disciple of the Fudao Mountain People.

When he saw the sorrow, he knew that this Senior Brother Yu was the same as Bai Yin, wandering outside.

He is free and easy for people, and has a unique way, not to take the road of predecessors, but to form a faction, self-casting a sword, the name of "I am", is a generation of genius.

seems to be a person with a poisonous mouth like Fudao Mountain, and even Qu Zhengfeng dislikes it, but he laughs when he mentions him.

What kind of graceful character should he be?

She was still thinking that after returning to the mountain gate, this junior brother who had only heard his name and had not yet seen his face should be able to see him one day.

But who would have predicted?

She suddenly didn't dare to think about what kind of mood the people of Fudao Mountain would be in when they knew......

These disciples may be a little unfamiliar when they see sorrow.

But as the head of Yashan, Zheng Yu remembers everyone. Those young faces......

At this moment, his eyes were a little red: "It's the disciple sent to the outer part of the snowy region a while ago to investigate the reality of the Tantric Sect." Senior Brother Yu has traveled abroad, and he only joined them half a month ago......"

Snowy, Tantra.

Seeing sorrow, he only felt cold all over his body, and even his lips trembled, and after a long time, he asked astringently: "...... What about Master?"

"I already know. ”

Zheng Yu shook his head and sighed, closed his eyes, and his voice was very deep.

"This time, Yashan lost fourteen people, Kunwu lost twenty-three people, and even one elder was not spared. A moment ago, Uncle Fudao picked up Lei Xin, a real person from Hengxu, and went to Kunwu first. ”