Ji Xiaolan raised her eyebrows slightly, obviously a little surprised, and asked, "What are you doing?"

The voice said, "I don't know." ”

Ji Xiaolan asked, "What about the route?"

The voice said: "From Sheep's Head Ridge all the way to the north." ”

Ji Xiaolan was silent for a long time, of course she knew what was in that direction, she couldn't help but look slightly dazed, and then asked, "What is he going to do there, is he looking for death?"

After a while, the voice said, "I think I've already answered this question." ”

Ji Xiaolan said lightly: "No matter what, as long as he doesn't want to come here, then wherever he goes." ”

The voice was also silent for a long time, and said, "Last time you said...... He's resurrected!?"

On the day Ji Xiaolan stayed in Moqiu to eat in Hanyin Hall, she recorded the content of the conversation in the core of the fruit with her divine sense, and passed it on to the guy at the bottom of the cliff as a letter.

And the owner of the voice has spent an unknown number of years in this world, in short, he has existed before the war of gods and demons, and knows countless secrets about this world.

Even so, it was hard to believe it, and there was a bit of disbelief in the empty voice, which was the emotion.

Ji Xiaolan's expression did not move, but her eyes became lighter, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

It knew what that person's resurrection meant.

This does not refer to the impact on the pattern of the continent, but the significance of this matter to the entire cultivation world.

"He succeeded. ”

The voice said mockingly: "If you know about the wind at night, you may feel a little uncomfortable." ”

The wind in the sky continued, and in an instant, it turned into a breeze, and danced the long skirt and the overly long belt, like a streamer, or broke the string of the kite.

It's very high here, and there are few people in the human world who are qualified to stand at such heights.

So it seems that her figure is a little lonely, and at the same time more sacred.

Ji Xiaolan's eyebrows trembled slightly, and she said, "What succeeded?"

The voice hesitated, and said slowly: "From today onwards, there should be one more transcendent realm in the cultivation world!"

"The ...... above the saints Boundary. ”

Even though Ji Xiaolan cultivated the way of vulgarity and saw all the extraordinary things in the world, he was extremely shocked when he heard this.

Just like those old people in the cultivation world, when they first knew that the Ten Thousand Nights Heaven had been resurrected.

Called detachment,

It is a metaphor for the process of transcending everything.

The practice of Lingxiao Realm is enlightenment, that is, the process of merging yin and yang to interpret the mysteries of heaven and earth by itself.

Could it be that the laws of heaven and earth can be surpassed?

Transcend everything, nature above everything!

Ten thousand nights have reached this realm,

Who else can stop him now?

"He should still be very weak, and I can add a qualified saint, or more than seven saint-level powerhouses, and maybe try to kill him. ”

If others hear it, they will be surprised, or they will be sarcastic about the voice.

Are you worthy of the combat power of the six saints?

Don't blow it too much.

Fortunately, this is high in the sky, and the two sides are talking with their divine senses, and there will be no third being who hears this conversation.

Ji Xiaolan's focus is elsewhere,

It would take seven saints to kill Ten Thousand Nights!

There are only five in the human world, and the Savage Realm may be able to gather seven, but what's the point?

If you wait for him to return to his prime,

Wouldn't the human world and even the entire Chengtian Continent have to act according to his will?

Ji Xiaolan settled down and asked a question that cultivators were very curious about, or were still exploring: "What is the realm after that?"

"I'm not qualified to name that realm, I can only name it when someone breaks through the transcendent realm. ”

If someone else were here, such as Guo Mingzhe, such as Yuan Zong, such as the saint who appeared in the sky above Mochizuki Pavilion that day, they would all be worried and have a lot of powerlessness.

But Ji Xiaolan was simply surprised, and then led the conversation elsewhere.

The owner of the voice was not surprised by Ji Xiaolan's attitude, obviously knew something.

The big hall at the highest point of the Hanshan Gate, due to the perennial snowfall, there is a thick layer of hoarfrost on the door plaque, but for some reason no one has cleaned it, so that it is impossible to see what words are written on it, and few disciples can call what kind of hall it is.

......

......

Ji Xiaolan left, she came here just because she felt bored, and she wanted to come out for a walk and find someone to talk to.

Ninety thousand miles in the cold mountains, no one can gossip with her.

There was a faint sigh at the bottom of the cliff, and then it was blown away by the cold wind, I don't know if it was because it was too deserted here, or because it was sighing for the world.

Somewhere far away, Feng Xiaohan ate the tail of a white gecko, and went all the way north without encountering any demon beasts.

Twelve days later, he stood on the top of a mountain, the top and highest of the eighth great mountain.

Zhou Shan near and far was at his feet, and he stood there with a bird's-eye view, quite like a thousand miles of stratus clouds.

It's no wonder that those compassionate and sour scholars can write such heroic verses after coming to the top of the mountain.

Standing high, you will naturally feel cold.

Even Feng Xiaohan felt that the wind was a little cold, so he walked down the mountain.

And this scene fell on the eyes of another person.

The one at the bottom of the cliff thought to himself, I don't know if it was a coincidence, or for some other reason, the sky over the cold mountain recently was more lively than usual.

To be precise, it should be more popular.

It wasn't long before another one came from heaven, but the other party didn't pass by, otherwise it would have to talk to the other party.

The middle-aged man was dressed in a purple robe, with a cross-shaped mark on his forehead, flashing with silver light, and a hidden thunder in his eyes.

He has been walking in the human world for a long time, and he has also been to Mochizuki Mountain to confirm it personally, and he has traveled to almost all the sects related to the moon, large and small, and he has not let go of the stars.

But he has never found the inheritance left by Bai Xue.

But no one found him either.

He remembered a friend from a thousand years ago, and planned to go into the cold mountain to see it, but he didn't know if the other party still remembered him.

I didn't expect to meet Feng Xiaohan here.

Mischief can't help but have a "fate" thought, if he practices Zen Buddhism, he may decide to give the other party a kind of enlightenment.

But he wasn't, so he just glanced coldly at the sky and left.

"Hmph, if just ants dare to take this road, are the dying people not afraid of life and death, and say that they don't know what lies ahead?"

It can be seen that there are some problems with the nightmare mood, and he usually doesn't care about this at all, and he won't even look at him.

He was a little irritable,

Anyone who follows a clue and walks in the world for a long time with hope, but in the end finds that this is a dead end, and he will not be in a good mood.

"Could it be that Bai Xue's inheritance is broken?"

No!

Bai Xue, as an immortal seed, cultivated for hundreds of years and gained a human body, he is a strong saint, and he is infinitely close to the threshold of the inch back then, and such a strong person who lies between heaven and earth is destined to also span the ages.

How can the inheritance be broken?

Obviously, Wan Yetian also thinks so, otherwise how could he go to the most likely Mochizuki Pavilion to verify it in person?

Even if the inheritance of the lineage of the Yan sect is really broken, all scholarship will be made public, just like ink dripping into water, integrated with the cultivation avenue of this world, inseparable, and some traces can be found in all kinds of methods.

After returning from this trip, she plans to learn the Tao of this world, sort out the contribution that belongs to Bai Xue, and then entertain her final destination.

He didn't know why he did it,

What is the significance of such an approach?

Just like Wan Yetian said in the ruins, after a thousand years, he still can't let go, which really hinders his cultivation.

It just so happens that learning some new Taoist techniques can solve this problem.

It is an indisputable fact that flying is much faster than walking.

Feng Xiaohan had three days left to complete, and he did it in just a few breaths.

The red mist was as scarlet as blood, staining the falling snow red and penetrating the mountains. There was a spring in the deepest part of the red mist, and the water emitted great heat, but the cold red snow on the ground around it had not melted.

Seven red fruit trees are neatly lined up, due to the sparse leaves, the red fruits hang very conspicuously on the tree, the branches are bent a little, it looks like the heart has stopped beating, some terrifying feeling.

This is Akame Spring.

He didn't show his original form, because he remembered that the other party also didn't like to talk with his head up, and his body was much taller than the other person.

Falling in front of the valley, he slowly walked to the Akame Spring and sat down, his expression calm.

It's like a reclusive old man who returns to the back garden and intends to take a nap, and the picture is extremely harmonious.

So it seems extremely abnormal.

After a while, a huge pupil opened on the surface of the spring, containing endless divine sense coercion, staring at him.

But the nightmare looked indifferent, like a breeze, and he didn't care.

This made a trace of doubt appear in the indifferent pupils.

The eye is not the fountain itself, nor does it come from the bottom of the spring, but the reflection of some being on the surface of the water.

"Are you going to watch, or are you going to come out and talk to me?"

"You should know that looking down at the water and talking is no different from looking up at you, and neither of us likes that. ”

Speaking a heroic northern dialect, it has only one impression.

At the top of the mountain, a large area of snow fell, making a loud noise, like a precursor to an avalanche.

Bang!

A hurricane whipped up a thick red mist where the snow fell, and the snow particles flew as if smoke rose out of thin air.

The eyes in the spring are gone.

A man walked out of the smoke and waved his hand, bringing calm back to the red valley.

The man was red-dressed, red-haired, red-lipped, and red-eyed!

The whole person is like a fire, and the color is so intense that it is very exaggerated.

He looked at the nightmare, and there was still doubt in his eyes.

"We shouldn't have seen each other for more than 1,200 years, you are really still here, and your cultivation is almost in time for me. ”

Seeing him, he was in a much better mood, and smiled, "How are you doing?"

"Who are you kid, is Lao Tzu very familiar with you?"