Everyone instantly arrived in the sky above the fog, and Dou Man continued to immerse themselves in the earth-shattering sword light behind the ninety-nine Xuan Origin Lines without realizing it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info they have never seen such a thing, in their memory, only Mei Kai, who likes to run to Yi Tiange, has some impressions.

"How many years has it been, old man?" said the purple-robed old man in the air to another sloppy old man.

"How many years? You should know better than I am. The man known as the old monster replied.

"Yes, Ninety-Nine Beginning Xuanji, we are all strangers. ”

"It should be 20,000 years old, if it weren't for him, how could there be Cloud Pavilion today?"

"20,000 years, that's long enough to think about. Monsters, do you think they're still alive?"

"If it's still alive, it's a true fulfillment of the legend of the farther away. Twelve consecutive stars, will there really be a world of destruction?"

"What, scared?"

"I'm afraid, I've been bone for a long time, and I don't know if those old guys are the same!"

"This is their time after all. The old man in the purple robe pointed to Zi Ming, who was still in the cyclone, and continued, "Old monster, do you think that Wu Yin will regain its majesty in their generation?

"That's not for sure," said the old man, "the period of silence in the fog is also as long as 10,000 years, as the so-called world is impermanent, time is too long, and it is time for it to wave its finger at Kyushu." ”

"But don't forget the rules of the Cloud Pavilion," the other old man said with a smile, "The genius is not necessarily who the flowers will be. "Qixuan, think that you are also a dignified old, so don't worry about the juniors' affairs anymore. ”

"Hehe, my feelings for Jian Rin can't catch up with the two of you. ”

"Whatever, don't mess with my Cloud Pavilion. The purple-robed old man looked at the direction where Situ Xuanqi was and said to everyone, "The Great Dao is Phaseless, I don't know what level that little guy has cultivated?" Let's go, Situ should come over too, and leave the rest to them to make trouble slowly." ”

"You're really" The old monster shook his head helplessly, he really couldn't help it.

The comings and goings of the old people did not leave any traces, the clouds flew away, and everything seemed so natural. Under the clouds, Chu Sheng and the others were still asking and listening suspiciously.

"Little sister, you have read the most books, are there similar records in the books?" Chu Sheng asked.

"Nine is the number of extremes, ninety-nine is Xuan, I have also heard people say that people who can condense ninety-nine Xuanshi lines still have a name that is not often heard - the son of Xuanji, the genius of geniuses, is there a type of person who is rewarded by God, is there?" Wu Xuhe also looked at Chu Sheng and asked.

They do belong to the category of God's rewards. Mei Kai nodded, his handsome face with some curiosity about the distant world. ""Nine Hills" contains, the sons of Xuanji are the main group in the mythological era, and the purpose of their existence is to change the heavens and the earth, so that the maximum development of the Kyushu continent will be the ideal continent that the Great God Ruins hopes to see. At that time, the cultivators were the most disadvantaged and the strongest of the honorable level, and even some of them with extraordinary talents could reach the extreme realm, but this was just a myth, and the specific situation was unknown. As you all know, Kyushu is divided into ages, where the destruction of the Age of Mythology gave birth to the Age of Barbarism, followed by the Age of Miracles. There are many theories about the destruction of these distant times, but this destruction undoubtedly destroyed something inherent in heaven and earth, and the number of the sons of the Xuan Ji became smaller, and they became high figures. The name Kyushu was specifically produced during the reign of the Chao Empire, during which there were countless big names. Emperor Qing, Emperor Xuan, they are all rulers of Kyushu in an era, needless to say, their earth-shattering abilities. And the legend says that they were all the sons of Xuanji and explored the extreme realm. The Age of Miracles ended 100,000 years ago, and the so-called 'sunset' in history was the day Emperor Xuan disappeared, and no one knew where he went, and like the emperors who preceded him, he suddenly disappeared into the entire Kyushu area. The age of miracles was gone, in the midst of all the beacons, and then we were in the present. Kyushu was divided, and each went its own way, and all the records that could be known at this time were only for one state. In the past 100,000 years, the Yunzhou where we are has also gone through the rule of countless dynasties, and in these 100,000 years, there has only been one son of Xuanji, that is, the first pavilion master of the Cloud Pavilion - Helian!"

"The Lord of Helian Pavilion is the son of Xuanji?" Wu Xuhe said, his face full of surprise.

"If not, how could we create this huge cloud pavilion that has lasted for thousands of years in Yunzhou, where there are many sects?"

"Then he," Luan Shuang looked at Zi Ming, who was still at the center of the cyclone, in surprise, "wouldn't he be the same as the old pavilion master?"

As soon as Luan Shuang's words fell, Dou Man hurriedly said, "Listen to me, this may be an opportunity given by God to Wuyin." Chu Sheng, Xiaomei and Luan Shuang hurried to a hundred miles away to block all the people who came to visit, if anyone wants to find out, you should know how to say and do it, the beast and I stay here to protect the Dharma for him, such a big movement, it is impossible for the rest of the peaks to sit idly by. ”

"Why didn't I think of this," Mei Kai also came back to his senses, "Everyone will follow what Dou Man said, from today on, he will be our Wuyin person." ”

Just as Dou Man and the others were chattering, the crazy cyclone in the sky also calmed down, trapping only the ninety-nine Xuanshi Lines that had been condensed in it, like a tight barrel. Zi Ming also finally walked into the area covered by red light, just when the sword light of the ninety-nine formation was shocking. He was unconscious, and he couldn't feel the wind blowing around him or what was around him. The nerves' neglect of the environment must have made them more focused on certain aspects of feeling, and all he could feel at this time was drowsiness and pain from the body. He wanted to fall, but his legs could no longer support him, and when he stepped into the red-light covered area, the pressure that didn't exist suddenly fell on him. He wanted to fall, but his legs didn't support him, it was no longer his legs, something was making it stand strongly. He wanted to faint, wanted to close his eyes, but there were bursts of dense pain from needles in his head from time to time, he couldn't faint, he couldn't leave it at that. His eyes had blurred, and he couldn't tell how far the peak with the sword was sticking in. He didn't know, no one had said anything about that stage. The Genshi Line is called the mysterious beginning of the Kyushu Continent, condensed at the moment when it recognizes the absorber, and the condensed absorber must accept its re-tempering, the endurance of pain and all kinds of powerlessness.

At this time, Ziming's was at that stage, pressing up and down, as if the stone was under a falling giant hammer. Carrying it, he felt the cracking sound of the bones, and the pain of this inch of shattering was extremely clear to his sensory nerves, and then there was no trace of feedback into his mind.

His body was out of control, and he couldn't even feel his steps, just pain, from small to large. Blood was pouring from the corners of the mouth, ear holes, eyes, nose, they all followed suit like mouths. "Click!" the leg joint was crushed, he wanted to lie down, he couldn't lie down, he couldn't lie down, he wanted to scream, but he couldn't open his mouth, any kind of catharsis did not exist in his body.

Blood was dripping, and the fall of the sun did not make it invisible to the blades of grass, on the contrary, it paved a glowing red blood path between the Xuanshi lines shuttling back and forth, no, it was not blood that was bright, but the root Xuanshi lines that crept behind them, they had changed into new clothes, and they followed behind Zi Ming soaked in blood.

A new hallucination appeared in my head, which was the warmth of being irradiated by the early winter sun.

The blood-red vision in front of Zi Ming's eyes had been replaced by a pale gold that spread over the grass, and it seemed that a light breeze had softened the bones of the human body, and the pain was masked, and he found himself sleepy at that second. Yes, he was so sleepy, his eyes wanted to close, and the sleepiness hit him and drooped his upper eyelids. "Sleep, wake up and there's nothing, sleep, sleep!" said someone who was bewitching in his head.

The sun is too warm, and the whole person is lazy. He saw that it was afternoon in Yuncun, and they gathered again on the straw mat under the tree. It's their habit, and their lunch break is basically here every summer. "Don't make a fuss, sleep, you're not sleepy, I'm sleepy. Jiang Li was lying next to them, but they were grimacing at each other with their backs to him. He went back to the time when he didn't have to bear it, he didn't have to worry about his younger brothers and sisters being bullied anymore, and he didn't need to worry too much about these things with his uncle. He really wanted to sleep, he was tired like he had never been, and his body and nerves had reached a breaking point. It's time to sleep, it's time to sleep, a gentler voice came, so familiar, but so far away, as if it had passed through the years of barriers.