No matter how loud the name Yi Xie Tianzun is, no matter how brilliant it is, it is only in the past, and to this day, all its light has been swallowed up by the torrent of time, covered with dust, and no one remembers it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Chu Feng naturally didn't remember such a name, and he didn't ask much, he just silently wrote down the Yi Evil Sutra taught by Yi Xie Tianzun, hoping that one day, maybe this name would resound in the world.

Yi Xie Tianzun slowly passed on the Yi Evil Sutra, but more than 6,000 words, but it is extremely ancient and complicated, Rao is Chu Feng has been accustomed to reading ancient classics, but he also feels very obscure when he memorizes the Yi Evil Sutra, compared to a few hundred words of the general recipe of Guiyuan Wanhua Jue, it is not much better.

Chu Feng suddenly felt a little pity for the person who might practice the Yi Evil Sutra in the future, it was really not easy to practice this Yi Evil Sutra.

Yi Xie Tianzun asked Chu Feng to recite the Yi Xie Sutra again, correcting some mistakes in Chu Feng's memory, before nodding with satisfaction and saying, "Then it's all over to you, I can finally rest and rest." ”

"Didn't the senior tell me how to get out of here?" Chu Feng asked with some embarrassment.

"I don't know. Yi Xie Tianzun smiled, his body softened a little, "In order to prevent me from escaping, Dongxia spent great painstaking efforts to sacrifice her own body to suppress me and then recast this small world...... Perhaps, when I die, this small world will naturally collapse, but whether you can get out safely, I don't know. ”

Before Yi Xie Tianzun's words fell, his hands and feet began to wither and decay rapidly, turning into grains of sand and dust, and gradually dissipating away.

Yi Xie Tianzun was not stunned in the slightest, but said more and more indifferently: "It seems that my time is really running out, after I die, you can try to take away this chair that fixed me, this is a good thing, although you may not be able to use it, but it is still okay to scare people." ”

Yi Xie Tianzun's voice gradually became ethereal as his form gradually dissipated, but his demeanor never changed, always peaceful and peaceful, as if he had seen everything in the world.

"One last piece of advice...... If one day, you find a flowering Nalingen while looking for a Nalingen, whatever...... Remember to destroy it. Yi Xie Tianzun closed his eyes, his expression was extremely peaceful, "He wants to use this to return to this world...... Heh, you really took my suggestion. ”

Chu Feng gave a deep salute to Yi Xie Tianzun, and in the end, he didn't understand what Yi Xie Tianzun was thinking in his heart, maybe he was bent on dying from the beginning, so he had to separate life and death, so he would not resist the killing formation pattern that invaded his body; maybe he just wanted to kill himself at first to satisfy his mind, but he only found that his cultivation fell into the valley and could not do so, so he had to do so.

However, no matter what Yi Xie Tianzun's thoughts were, after all, Yi Xie Tianzun has become a handful of yellow sand, and no matter what kind of grievances and hatreds, they will all go with the wind.

Yi Xie Tianzun's body completely collapsed, and the wooden chair that had been supporting his body finally revealed its shape.

It was an extremely narrow wooden chair, almost a splicing of several primitive narrow logs, but it had the shape of a wooden chair, but there were no armrests, and the back of the chair could fit the spine of a person, and the height was roughly enough to fit the neck of a person of normal height.

Chu Feng stepped forward and stretched out his hand to slowly stick to the back of the chair, but there was no abnormality in the slightest, but he felt that these woods were very rough, not at all as soft and smooth as a wooden whip, and a little prickly.

Chu Feng tried to pick up the wooden chair, the wooden chair was very light, and he lifted it casually, only weighing four or five pounds.

Chu Feng thought about it, and still put the wooden chair into his mustard seed sac, even if it didn't have any effect, but he might as well give it a try.

Yi Xie Tianzun died, the wooden chair was in his pocket, the wooden whip was held in his hand, and the world turned into a vast world again, looking at it, there was nothing but the vast wilderness and the red clouds covering the sky.

Chu Feng looked at this world a little stupidly, and sighed helplessly, which predecessor set up a small world, how big is it, and when will he be able to escape from it?

Forward or backward?

Chu Feng also began to hesitate, he didn't have the slightest confidence in moving forward, but when he retreated, it was wading into the sea, and he still didn't have the slightest certainty.

It can be said that in this world, no matter what choice he makes, he is gambling on luck, using luck to decide his life, this kind of thing, Chu Feng is really a little unaccustomed.

Chu Feng waited for the medicinal power of the Na Ling Pill to gradually dissipate, and while applying the medicine to heal his injuries, he had to admire that he had indeed earned enough elixir over the years, otherwise it would be a big trouble for him to have a physique that breaks bones and flesh at every turn.

It is precisely because his body is always in such a situation that Chu Zi'er's medicine refining skills are already comparable to the skills of making poisons.

After resting for a long time, the medicinal power of the Naling Pill dissipated, and the injury was basically healed, Chu Feng stood up, looked ahead, and then looked behind him, and finally gritted his teeth and continued to walk forward.

This was another long and boring journey, except for repeating the steps mechanically, all Chu Feng could do was to find some ancient books he had and read them on the road to relieve the fatigue and boredom on the road.

This long journey lasted until Chu Feng finished reading the sixteen ancient books, and a little emerald green appeared on the horizon, and the red clouds covering the sky were also broken, as if they had been cut by force.

Chu Feng stopped, he put away the ancient books, took out a few Naling pills and put them in his mouth, but he was not in a hurry to swallow them, and continued to move forward.

At last we reached the junction of verdant and red wilderness, and along a straight line, the green grass and the barren land were clearly distinguished, except for a broken and broken stone monument standing above the boundary, crossing the two realms.

Chu Feng stood in front of the stele, which was less than four feet high, carefully scercering the words on the stele, but the words were too old, to the point where they were far from the existing glyphs—even any ancient script that Chu Feng had ever seen, and this script was either too old or a lost script.

It's even like a text than a picture scroll.

Chu Feng didn't understand anything, the only thing he could identify was that the strokes of these words were extremely distinct according to their style and depth, and they could be divided into three groups.

When Chu Feng looked at each group's strokes alone, he always felt something, but he couldn't explain the uncomfortable feeling, he worked hard for a while, and then he could only give up.

If he couldn't understand these words, Chu Feng naturally didn't know what these words were talking about, why they were erected here, and what their intentions were.

This stele is very likely to have been erected by a person who erected this small world, right?

So Chu Feng took off the wooden whip he was carrying on his back and placed it in front of the stone tablet with the wooden chair he had taken before.

Chu Feng thought that the stele would change a little, but the stele was very faceless and motionless, as if he didn't care about what was in front of it.

Chu Feng smiled self-deprecatingly, how could such a good thing happen again and again.

Chu Feng put the wooden chair away again, put the wooden whip on his back, stretched out his hand and patted the stone tablet, wiped away the dust and ashes on the stone tablet, sighed, and said, "Why can't you show the words I can understand?"

The stele was silent, Chu Feng could only sigh and continue to move forward.

The new land is like a grassland, with green grass.

The breeze blows, and the green waves on the grassland are undulating, which is quite touching, and the cattle, sheep and rabbits hidden in the lush green grass are also exposed, and there is a zigzag stream, cruising in the grassland.

Rivulet?

Chu Feng was a little surprised, this world was really a little strange. The water flowing from the red river converged into the boundless ocean, and the water vapor of the ocean transpired and converged into a red cloud, but not a single raindrop fell, and it was not known what the red cloud ended up where. And this stream is also ordinary, where does it originate from, and where does it go?

Chu Feng decided to go upriver along the stream.

The stream is shallow, so shallow that you can see the bottom of the smooth stones and the small fish swimming between them.

This kind of water is also very clear, Chu Feng shook his water bladder, there is not much water, so he is ready to refill the water bladder.

Chu Feng's hand touched the stream, and the stream was very clear and refreshing, dispelling Chu Feng's exhaustion.

This stream reminded Chu Feng of the stream on Wanqi Mountain not long ago, the same clear, the same awakening.

Chu Feng was suddenly stunned, could this be the stream on Wanqi Mountain?

Chu Feng immediately laughed at his wishful thinking, he filled the water bladder, and then he stood up and looked back in the direction he came from.

At the first glance of his return, Chu Feng was a little surprised, because the red cloud covering the sky disappeared, and the wilderness was gone.

What caught Chu Feng's eyes was only the blue sky and white clouds, and a vast prairie with undulating hills.

Chu Feng hurriedly turned around and quickly rushed in the direction he came from, but he walked out for more than ten miles, and he didn't see the wilderness, but saw countless cattle and sheep.

Chu Feng was sure that he had only gone from the wilderness to the grassland for only a few miles, so this sudden change made Chu Feng a little confused, did he enter another predicament in the small world, or had he already walked out of that small world?

Chu Feng didn't know, so he could only move on.

Chu Feng didn't go too far before he found an extremely old frame in a tall green grass.

The old bronze frame lay leaning in the grass, the surface of which had been covered with wild grass, and I don't know how many years it had been buried here.

Chu Feng couldn't help but show a look of surprise, and after a moment of silence, he slowly brushed aside the grass that covered the bronze chariot and saw the true face of the bronze chariot.

The surface of the bronze chariot is covered with mottled patina, but it can still be seen that this chariot was once extremely gorgeous, especially the traces of the chariot, which shows that this chariot has experienced countless battles.

Chu Feng carefully identified it for a long time, but he couldn't recognize what material this chariot was made of - although it looked like bronze to the touch, how could ordinary bronze withstand such rust.

Chu Feng sighed, knowing that this was probably also a relic of the ancient era, and it once belonged to a certain powerful emperor.

Chu Feng stood up and swept his gaze over the chariot, but on the side of the chariot, he suddenly saw six ancient swords hanging on the side of the chariot - those ancient swords were not rusted, but they were originally brass-colored scabbards, so they were not eye-catching, so they were not discovered in the first place.

Five of them are very simple, and their style and shape have a general trend, which seems to be a set of swords, while the sixth sword is more archaic, even if it is restrained by the scabbard, it still exudes a majestic atmosphere.

Chu Feng couldn't help but be startled, and immediately stepped forward, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and tried to pull those swords out of the scabbard, but those swords seemed to be fused with the scabbard, no matter how hard Chu Feng tried, he was unable to pull out these swords.

Chu Feng could only smile, knowing that this was not something he could get, and he didn't hold back on it, so he turned around and left.

Chu Feng opened the mustard sac and wanted to take out a book to pass the time on the rest of the journey, but he heard the trembling sound of a chisel.