The wind and the sun are beautiful, its leaves are swaying and becoming interesting, and its sky is clear and blue and far away.

Where the wind blows, the light edge of the tile is along the ridge, and the spine is flying and overflowing. provoked the green silk, then Xiaofeng was naughty, and wanted to pick the bamboo, but it was difficult to leave without moving, and he had no choice but to fall lightly one by one.

In this quiet place, Forgetfulness sat upright against his spine, holding the book and reading it carefully, and after a while he flipped back. I have only experienced two or three papers, but what I have experienced is a thousand years. Seeing the meticulous business, Hui Han annotated and talked about putting his mind on it. He had already infiltrated the book with Wenrun sachets, so he scattered one by one, and then superimposed on it without disorder.

The leaves of the trees fall on the courtyard, and the flowers are unbearable when the water flows.

Time seems to be in the blink of an eye, and Forgetfulness has closed the book with satisfaction. The last piece of paper was gently turned over, as if turning over the last mountain and seeing an unexpected encounter with the endless sea.

The sea blue dissipates and is boundless.

As far as the eye can see, it is changed to a sinkhole city in an instant, with pedestrians coming and going, lofty pavilions, and cultivators flying eaves and walls from time to time.

Putting the books into the bag in his arms, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I'm alone on this roof tile quietly flipping through the books." A few days ago, Sister Qingyao and Li Li were still able to accompany me, but now they are also busy cultivating and competing. It's like I'm the most idle person by myself. ”

The words in his heart seemed to be heard, and several cultivators stopped on the street facing the ruined temple, and one of them pointed at him and whispered something to the person next to him, with no lack of shock and admiration in his eyes.

"'Ascend high and roar, and its majesty will become more and more long. It's like a reputation, and it's spread far and wide. As I saw just now, he was right. ”

Forgetfulness naturally saw those people, and it became a normal thing in the past three days. There are often people who come to see who he is, and there are many people who come to the door to challenge, but they can't go through ten rounds under him.

One is that resting and reading are disturbed, and the other is that he is unwilling to do it, so he does it hastily.

Bai You is the same, when they go to the Shanwaishan Restaurant, almost everyone else gives way. So that they had to pretend that no one should enter, for fear that they would fall into the momentum and make people laugh.

Among them, the most undisturbed is Hua Lianfang. After all, she is resident in the Chunsheng Pill Pharmacy, and that place is particularly special, and ordinary people dare not make a mistake.

However, if it is compared to Feng Chuanya, Hua Lianfang is nothing, he has already left the city of Tiankeng to travel to other places. This is the second secret held by everyone who has gone through the battle of the dove to occupy the magpie's nest domain.

"Now only Feng Chuanya has not obtained the White Bone Condensation Soldier Jade, if there is a fate, we will definitely meet, and we will hand it over to him at that time."

Forgetfulness stretched out his hand and pressed his forehead, and in the heart of his eyebrows, the six hearts were all closed, and his face was very quiet. They lay on their stomachs around a mass of white jade, as if the white jade had the effect of calming the mind and sleeping peacefully. The white jade was like a living thing, flowing with white light like water, and the silky rays of light touched the surroundings for a short time, as if they were probing the surroundings.

"The white bone condensing soldier jade is really extraordinary, it seems that the condensed weapon is not only made of white jade, but must be doped and fused with a part of me. If not, it will not be branded as soon as it takes shape. ”

Forgetting to look at the fangs carefully, he couldn't help but think in his heart: "Look at the quiet appearance of the fangs, it shouldn't be much of a problem to condense a weapon for their use." But that would have taken a year, and now I don't have to work hard for it. ”

"Today......" he glanced at the fangs, and was very sure in his heart, "the first priority should be to concentrate on the scroll that came out of the fangs devouring and polishing the beads, and the rest can be put aside." ”

With a plan, the mind immediately withdraws from the eyebrows. He got up and fell to the courtyard of the ruined temple on tiptoe, turned around and walked leisurely into the ruined temple, and only after exploring the ruined temple did he feel safe to burrow into the cave behind the afterimage.

The cave was still as dark as night, but the eyes of the forgetful were exceptionally bright. In the dark, he was much more powerful than ordinary people could see. He sat cross-legged in the corner of the cave wall and took the scroll out of his pocket.

The dark cavern could not hide the smoke rising from the scrolls, and many unknown ghosts roared, roared, and screamed on it. The pitch-black paw prints on the paper appeared, swaying from one end to the other.

All this shows the treachery and even evil nature of this thing.

After exhaling a breath, he held his breath and concentrated, and expelled all distracting thoughts without emotion, and then slowly opened the ghostly scroll.

There was nothing on the plain white paper at first, but when it was unfolded, it suddenly burst into a dark light. The light is straight or curved or rolled or folded, and so on; It is as thick as ink, as light as smoke, without a trace, and its rules are natural.

Forgetfully closed its eyes calmly, but the light was even more raging, and if it weren't for the barrier of the cave, it seemed to want to break through the wall.

No worries, no support, and a world of forgetfulness.

The blue of its sky is far away, as if it is above the nine heavens. The red blood of the land wept as if under the abyss. The crumbling laterite upturned rocks, flames rising from the cracks, and magma overflowing. Even more ferocious and raging was the pillar of fire that rose into the sky. When they are at their wit's end, they burst into fist-sized lava. The magma smashed into the red earth in an instant, and in an instant it would bring up a puff of black smoke. After a few moments, it turned into red clay again. The shattered red ground is dividing and merging in this cycle.

I don't dare to have any other thoughts, purely as a spectator, and a spectator with no joy, no sorrow, no surprise and no thoughts.

Several huge rocks were stacked on top of each other, and a clearing arched underneath them, like an entrance to an abyss. That is, here, nothing is affected by tyranny, like a paradise from the world.

A few eerie phosphorescences burst out of the darkness, like stray fireflies converging into stars in the night. The phosphorescent light stopped in front of the red earth, and the phosphorescent light swirled up and down, turning into a ghost.

This ghost is slightly emaciated, and the green silk is like a waterfall and reaches the waist. The lips on his face were bright red as blood, and there were a pair of black eyes without the whites of his eyes. There are no eyebrows on it, just sporadic red dots on it, dazzling like stars.

The ghost stared at the dangerous and terrifying place not far beneath his feet, his black eyes reflecting raging flames, lava, and pillars of fire. After tilting his head and looking at it carefully for a while, he took a confident step with his right foot, crossing the line between life and death, changing from tranquility to ferocity.

The red clay is like a living thing, as if its majesty has been violated. Venting his anger in a rage, flames, magma, and pillars of fire surged out, and there were even broken rocks stabbed obliquely like spears.

The ghost's second step turned his body into more than a dozen clusters of phosphorescent light, among which there was a floating human face, which was also a sporadic red point made of eyebrows. These phosphorescences are not simple at all, they are as fast as comets, and they come here and there; Agile as dust, fluttering around at the slightest movement.

More than a dozen clusters of phosphorescent light slashed forward, and the long tail of light dragged out was like a rut, showing that it did not fall to the ground and was clearly imprinted. Its tracks and ruts are like the banks of the river crossed by the storm, uneven; It is also like undulating mountains, uneven in height.

It was such a wonderful movement and forward movement that the dozen or so phosphorescences dodged all the violent attacks of the red earth, and were not splashed by a single piece of fire. Without stopping, the phosphorescent light swept away faster and more strangely.

Where it went, it was a pool of magma. The magma in it is as calm as a bay of autumn water, and even the wind blows and produces ripples in circles. The land of red clay is already fierce, and there are two places of peace, but one is there from beginning to end, and the other is provocative.

The closer you get, the more frantic the attack becomes. The flames that burst up resembled throwing spears of fire, the flowing and splashing magma resembled water serpents, and the pillars of fire resembled fiery dragons. The fire spear will stab, the water snake will bite, and the fire dragon will catch.

For a while, the dozens of phosphorescence clusters seemed to have fallen into the encirclement of thousands of troops, and they were very isolated. The soldiers came suddenly, and the short soldiers immediately engaged each other. The dozens of phosphorescences were scattered into fluorescent dots, as if the mountains and forests were flowing in the night.

Turning the whole into zero, its zero into the spirit. Like a mountain stream flowing down, the fluorescence moves forward. When it moves, it goes around, and when it is in distress, it turns around, and it passes through the strict ranks in this way, as if all the dangers under the eyes do not live in the bottom of my heart.

The fluorescence stopped about a foot away from the pool of magma, and the bustling fluorescence merged into a ghost in an instant, and the black eyes that had no whites of the eyes reflected a fiery red.

At this moment, the flames and magma all shrank into the red soil, and in the blink of an eye, the red soil turned into black soil. In the same way, the pool of magma, which resembles autumn water, is now frantically setting off monstrous waves.

And even so, those black eyes with no whites of the eyes were still calm and could not see anything. It seems that no matter what the situation, it is only a reflection on it.

The waves of magma come and go as fast as they come. When they fall, the curtain is lifted. The true body of the red clay is revealed.

He was more than eight feet tall, with thick flaming armor and a spear of fireworks in his hand. There was not a human face under the armor that was firmly covered, the eyes were purple fire, the mouth was blue fire, and the rest was red fire, that is, the face was in the form of flames.

The ghost and the red clay real body stand apart from each other, the former has no timidity, and the latter has no underestimation. The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

The ghost couldn't help but dodge the spear stabbed by the red clay real body and the magma that couldn't stop splashing out of it, but his counterattack move was extremely simple, and it could be said that there was only one way. As soon as he lifted his pale hand, a phosphorescent whip was thrown out, and when the whip was missed, it was as illusory as smoke and did not touch the ground, and after it was hit, it solidified and became true. It's like still water melting ice when it's cold. Not only did it extinguish the flames, but it also collapsed the rock and soil on the red clay.

The Red Clay True Body became more and more anxious and irritable. The spear is swung, the magma is splashed, the spear is handed over, the flames are like dragons, stepping on the ground, the rock is cracked, the foot is stepping, and the furious melee is attacked.

But these are only coldly reflected in the ghost's black eyes, which have no whites of the eyes, and there is no ripple at all, and there is no sound of the wind. The scattered dots that added to the eyebrows were glowing in the firelight, adding a lot of excitement to the ghost's calm face.

A more fierce battle unfolded in the vast black soil land. And forgetfulness is vain, and I dare not let myself have a little distracting thoughts. Just watching the battle without saying a word, as if the ghost and the red clay were really silent black soil under their feet.

Outside, in the cave of the ruined temple, the light on the plain white paper became shorter and softer. This kind of change, the calm forgetfulness of the mind is unknown.

Pedestrians on the streets separated by a few walls are even more hurried. When the sun is thin, the building is looking for a cup and changing the cup, and the night quietly envelops the city of Tiankeng.