Broken walls, cracked ravines, and dusty sky filled almost the entire space, unable to distinguish the time, unable to feel the direction, only the sound of the yin wind and the silence of death alternated with each other, and finally returned to silence. A slender figure suddenly appeared at the end of the earth, staggering forward in this world. Long hair flutters behind her back, and her eyes struggle to open, as if hoping to find something in a blurred environment. He occasionally waved his arms to confirm the information in his memory, and occasionally lowered his head in silence.

After some time, he stopped outside a valley shrouded in thick fog. He walked slowly around the valley and finally stopped at a place where nothing out of the ordinary happened. His eyes began to flow eagerly, but the expression on his face remained unwavering. He pursed his lips, lifted the balls of his feet and walked straight inside.

The sea of fog was full of dead air, without the slightest light, and the feeling of freezing came from all directions, like entering a dark glacier. However, this man closed his eyes and walked without hesitation.

There were shouts, roars, and cries for help from men and women, high and low, far and near. From time to time, there would be turbulence tugging at the sleeves of his robe and his long hair. His pale face remained expressionless, and he still walked forward firmly.

After a few breaths, a pair of feet in tattered brocade boots passed through the dense fog barrier and stepped into the interior of the valley. A pair of phoenix eyes slowly opened, looking at Yiqiē here indifferently. There was no heavy sand in the valley, and it was clear that in the middle of the valley was a tall and straight tree standing alone, its branches covered with transparent leaves, glowing a ghostly gray-brown under the light of a sinking purple sun.

He stretched out his slender but pale left hand, which was stained with dazzling blood, and gently rubbed against the cold boulder on the mountain wall beside him with a slight tremor, feeling the ancient aura of hundreds of millions of years emanating from here.

He knew that he had finally come to the place he had been looking for. has worked so hard, but it has changed beyond recognition. However, it is too late to feel more sadness. With an anxious look on his handsome face, he frowned, drew a long sword from behind him, and struggled towards the tree. The sword was unpretentious, uninlaid with gemstones, and radiated a faint dull golden glow that dazzled before nightfall.

He had an unusually handsome face, but the bleeding made him look pale as paper, but a few thin sword marks ruined the perfection of the original. The dark cyan robe was torn, and three terrible claw marks were exposed on the shoulders, dark red blood scabs were ugly all over the surrounding skin, and the legs were also covered with large and small scars. It's hard to imagine how he got here and how he was so injured in such a deserted place.

Suddenly, a loud birdsong streaked across the sky, penetrating and penetrating straight into the valley, breaking the silence of the continent for a long time. A decisive moment flashed in his eyes, and without the slightest hesitation, he suddenly exerted force under his feet, and rushed towards the direction of the tree more quickly.

"Lian Mo, give up." A melodious voice rang out from outside the valley, "This is your last point. Body. It's a pity to be ruined. ”

He sneered when he heard this, the corners of his mouth pulled up slightly, and a scar that ran through the door also moved, making the smile look even more ghostly. He didn't make any response, and now that he was seriously injured, he had lost most of his mana, and he couldn't make any effective stops against the people outside the valley.

This is the gateway to this realm, and he has searched for a thousand years, and he has lost seven points. He must live and get out of here alive, this is his last hope, and it is also the last hope of all the living beings here

"As long as you tell me the position of my deity," the soft voice sounded again, unhurried and round, "I will fulfill my promise to you." ”

"What a promise," he exclaimed, reluctantly holding his body with his long sword, standing two steps away from the tree, and looking back at a hazy figure standing outside the valley mouth, his eyes full of unknown love. He pointed to the sky with one hand, and a bloody tear slipped down his pale face, "My biggest regret in this life is to bring you here"

After speaking, a dazzling white light overflowed from his body, and his long black hair danced without wind, and his eyes were full of light.

"Remorse?" The people outside the valley snorted coldly, "I'll let this place never exist now" Immediately, a dazzling red light rose from outside the valley to the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed into the valley and reached the canopy.

"Lian Mo, this is your last chance."

Lian Mo looked up at the sky indifferently, and the white light that burst out of his body was even brighter, "Even if you ruin this last hope, what's the big deal, I will go to the funeral with them"

A terrifying burst of energy burst from his body, a light like the first sun smashing down on the trunk of the tree. He raised the long sword in his right hand and threw it fiercely at the red light in the sky, and the whole person was instantly swallowed in the white light.

The red light was blocked by the dark golden light of the long sword, and the white light rushed into the trunk of the tree one step earlier.

"Lian Mo" the voice let out an earth-shattering roar, "Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, I will find you out"

The transparent leaves withered in an instant, and the tree completely dissipated into the air after two successive attacks, as if there had never been a single tree or leaf here.

Fan Ping pushed open the window of the inn and breathed in the humid air that belonged to the early morning.

I had the same dream again that night.

I reappeared in that world full of red. There, I was so lonely and sad. After a long time, he vaguely saw that a person who had been very close to him appeared not far from him, but the man in the blood glared at him angrily, and a long sword pointed straight at his throat. It is an unspeakable grief, different from betrayal, different from guilt. The feeling in the dream is so real, it has been haunting my heart for a long time, and I can't get rid of it after I wake up.

"Uncle Fan?" A crisp voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Mu Yun," he turned his face and saw Bai Mu Yun in white standing in the corridor in front of the window, looking at him timidly, "Is this mask still used to wearing without skipping words."

Eight days ago, I told Baihe in Baijia that there was a way to cure birthmarks. That is, to worship the immortal gate, cultivate by yourself, and after reaching the "subtlety", you can eliminate the birthmark. Bai He was very disappointed at that time, because the Taoist priest of Shangqing Mountain had completely denied the possibility of Bai Muyun cultivating immortals.

Fan Ping didn't think so after hearing this, he told Bai He that according to his years of experience, Bai Muyun was not only not a mortal, but also had extremely excellent cultivation conditions.

This assertion shocked Shirakawa. Why is the person in front of him so determined? Where did he come from? Even if he hesitated, he couldn't resist the excitement in Bai Muyun's heart. Her eyes were full of all kinds of colors, and she immediately begged Fan Ping to take her to a master for apprenticeship. It's also strange to say that Bai Muyun's attitude towards this Fan Ping is far from ordinary people, and a natural sense of closeness makes her a little strange herself. Fan Ping still remembers what Bai He said to him privately that day.

"Brother Fan, since you can see the poison on Bai's body, he must also be a cultivator. I wonder if you can tell it calmly? ”

"Brother Bai, in fact, Fan did not deliberately conceal it, but the family teacher ordered that it should not be leaked to the public."

Bai He's face was embarrassed, "If the little girl goes to apprenticeship with Brother Fan, the father really needs to know where she goes." How can you rest assured? ”

"Brother Bai don't worry," Fan Ping smiled indifferently, "I'm here to introduce Miss Bai to Shangqing Mountain and worship a close friend of mine, and this close friend, presumably Brother Bai must have heard of it." He looked at Bai He's eager eyes and said slowly, "The third junior disciple of the head of Shangqing Mountain, He Muhua. When Bai He heard this name, his whole body trembled. This name is not only heard of, it is simply like thunder......

"Brother Fan," he frowned, "Bai Mou has always heard in his early years that this He Zhenren has a unique skill, but he has made a vow that he will never accept an apprentice. With that, he stared at Fan Ping suspiciously. The implication is very clear, even if the little girl can cultivate immortals, but if she goes to a person who doesn't want to accept apprentices at all, she probably won't have any chance to cultivate to the level of concentrating, let alone subtlety.

Although Bai He is not a master, he has also studied in the master's sect and has some understanding of cultivation. People who practice martial arts pay attention to gathering qi, that is, practicing dantian gathering qi, walking around the sky, and strengthening the body. At the beginning of Qi gathering, you can lift a hundred catties and practice eighteen kinds of martial arts. Those who have reached the middle stage of qi gathering can practice light skills according to a certain amount of exercises, until they fly on the wall and are as light as a swallow. If you can enter the late stage of qi gathering, you can completely dominate the martial arts and open the mountain to build a school to teach martial arts.

And the higher level than the gathering is the contemplation. Although concentrating and gathering qi are separated by a layer, this is the essential difference between a reckless man and a fairy wind bone. Many heroes dream of one day breaking through the restrictions of qi gathering, entering the stage of concentrating, and truly practicing the method that can make them immortal. But those who can really concentrate are beyond the reach of force, but they can be reached by artistic conception. In other words, the success of contemplation requires the foundation of the cultivator's innate spiritual strength, and it is even more necessary to achieve the perfection of the artistic conception before entering the contemplation layer. As long as you can enter the middle level of contemplation, you can use certain spells, so you will be called a "real person". And when you really enter the later stage, you can cultivate to the point where the spirit and the body are separated, and the spirit goes out of the body to comprehend the heaven and the earth.

Above the concentration is the subtlety. Those who are subtle can use spiritual power to refine their physical bodies, reincarnate them, and slowly turn them into a kind of existence between the spirit and the body. After reaching the advanced stage, the physical body can appear and disappear at will under the spiritual mind, and the mana will be greatly increased, and it can truly live forever with the spirit, and the body will not grow old. If Bai Muyun can cultivate to this level, let alone a birthmark, even if he has a defect, he can repair it.

Legend has it that a cultivator who has attained the Great Perfection in the late stage of the Enlightenment can ascend to the immortal realm and enter the immortal realm. It is said that the flying immortals will incur visions of heaven and earth, and hundreds of birds will worship, and colorful lights will appear. However, in the thousands of years since the founding of the Taiwu Kingdom, no one has really flown immortals.

Fan Ping looked at Bai He and said frankly: "I'm not sure that he will definitely take her as an apprentice, but at least I can try." If it doesn't work in the end, I, Fan, promise to send Miss Bai back safely. ”

So, Bai He finally agreed to Fan Ping's request to take his daughter away. He knew that his daughter's visit was a great opportunity. Before Fan Ping left, he left a letter for Bai He, asking him to find someone to help him do something. After that, he will naturally come back to help him detoxify.

When Bai He saw a leaf drawn at the end of the envelope, his heart felt like a monstrous wave.

He turned out to be a member of that sect

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