Silent night, solemn air.

The sad bell of Longhu Mountain rang for a long time, and there was a cry.

The streamer crossed, the eaves of the Heavenly Master Hall were beams and tiles, and the figures swayed.

Many familiar faces appeared.

The old man Wei of the Shushan Sword Sect, the master and apprentice of Emeishan, the Confucian Wang family, and the ....... of Maoshan...

There was a mysterious catastrophe in the nameless mountain, and only Jiang Xiaobai was alive.

They appeared in Longhu Mountain.

There are also people in the Great Dao Tongzhong.

At this time, they stood on top of the beams and tiles, looking at the figure standing quietly outside the Heavenly Master's Hall, their faces shocked, frightened, and incredulous, complicated and indescribable.

The picture in front of them impacted their psychological defenses.

That Jiang Xiaoyou, who is familiar and peaceful, free and easy, preaching and protecting the Tao for cultivators, how could Jiang seniors cast the monstrous murder in front of him.

They couldn't believe it, and they felt a kind of fear that was everywhere.

What the hell happened to Nameless Mountain, how suddenly everything changed.

The night, dark and quiet, cold and quiet.

The sound of breathing can be heard.

Only the cries of the fawns and the cries of the rhubarbs wandered.

Listen to the sadness.

"Jiang Xiaoyou, why is this so?"

"Why is it so ridiculous?"

Some people cried out.

Jiang Xiaobai, who was standing, stayed quietly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have made a mistake, and it is difficult to determine the fate. ”

He whispered softly.

When Shushan, Emei and others saw his appearance at this time, their hearts were filled with sadness.

The Jiang Xiaobai they know, Jiang senior, is free and carefree, chic and wanton, but now, he looks stupid and stupid, and he looks depressed.

"What the hell is going on in Nameless Mountain?"

Someone asked.

"Jiang Xiaoyou, be sober. ”

Someone was drinking.

Jiang Xiaobai slowly raised his head and slowly swept over the others, his eyes flashing with a lot of complexity.

"The saint preached, the clear courtesy, the enlightenment, and the law, this way is ten million, and there are also troubled times, and the law of killing. The Guigu vein takes heaven and earth as the furnace, leads the common people as the bureau, and derives the image of the troubled world. ”

"My mud pill gave birth to a sea of blood, and I was eroded by the murderous thought... became a chess piece. ”

The sound was desolate and echoed in the night sky.

Jiang Xiaobai paused, his face suddenly calmed down, and his eyes couldn't see through.

Everyone was in an uproar, and their faces changed in disbelief.

Night, deathly silence.

Everyone is savoring the meaning of Jiang Xiao's vernacular.

"Elder Wei, Mrs. Shi, Tianyi Chang ......"

At this time, Jiang Xiaobai spoke up, and called out one by one, all of them were people who had a relationship with him.

"Yes!"

Several people looked at him with complicated faces, and suddenly there was a desolate feeling in their hearts that something bad was happening.

"Xiaobai has something to trust. ”

In the night, Jiang Xiaobai bowed and saluted, and his dark face was not real.

"Little friend, please speak!"

The feeling in the hearts of several people is even worse.

"I have made a big mistake, and it will affect those close to me in the future, please take care of my little sister and one of my apprentices. ”

When Jiang Xiaobai said this, his tone was very calm and slow.

But in the depths of those dark eyes, there is reluctance, unwillingness, helplessness, and remorse.

"Little friend, what do you want to do?"

"Brother Jiang. ”

"Senior Jiang. ”

“.......”

Shushan, Emei and others were shocked.

Several people jumped forward and pointed in the direction of Jiang Xiaobai.

Suddenly, the wind suddenly rose, and several people were blown backwards by the wind, and their footsteps were scattered.

The wind became stronger and stronger, blowing up the dust, grass and trees, lifting the beams and tiles of the roofs, and the figures everywhere were frightened and in the commotion, looking together in the wind.

Jiang Xiaobai stood in the center, dressed and hunting.

"Wujiang Xiaobai learned the Tao at the age of three, cultivated for more than ten years, and had a grandfather Jiang Huaizi to protect the Tao, and few teachers ignited life and death. Today, I have made a big mistake and I am responsible for it. ”

"Twenty years of painstaking cultivation, unwilling to be a chess player in the hands of a saint, but I have made a big mistake, even if it disappears, I should!"

Jiang Xiaobai looked up to the sky and shouted, and his whole body suddenly burst out with golden light.

The golden light was dazzling, and everyone covered their eyes in horror.

"Little friend, don't ask for it!"

"Jiang Senpai"

“.........”

Everyone exclaimed in an uproar, Old Man Wei of the Shushan Sword Sect and Tianyi of Maoshan Mountain each cast a spiritual light towards Jiang Xiaobai, wanting to stop each other.

Jiang Xiaobai: This is going to be bad.

However, the two couldn't stop it.

The two rays of light were shattered by the golden light.

"Brother. ”

"Brother. ”

Jiang Xiaolu cried heartbreakingly and ran towards Jiang Xiaobai.

The big eyes, which were once innocent and lovely, have become red and swollen and covered with tears.

"Girl, listen to my brother and grow up well. ”

In the golden light, the corners of Jiang Xiaobai's pale mouth were gently raised, and tears crossed the corners of his eyes.

He stared fixedly, images flashing through his mind.

100,000 mountains, small courtyards in the mountains, spring, summer, autumn and winter, wind and snow.

When he was young, his grandfather Jiang Huaizi ordered him to collect firewood and chant scriptures, and he felt the spirit of cultivation on the side of the west cliff. In front of the hall, watch the flowers bloom and fall, under the tree, preach and teach the scriptures with the deer and Hatsune, and drink and talk with like-minded practitioners......

In the air waves, Jiang Xiaobai raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Jiang Xiaolu, and a gentle force knocked the little girl unconscious and sent her to a distance.

Rhubarb cried eagerly.

"Rhubarb, take good care of the girl. ”

Jiang Xiaobai closed his eyes.

In an instant, the wind suddenly stopped, and the golden light rolled backwards into his body.

A golden lotus flew out of his Heavenly Spirit Cover.

The golden lotus rose into the air, and a blood light also rose.

The golden lotus exuded a golden light in the void, changing into the size of a zhang, and the blood light turned into a river of blood, following it like a shadow, enveloping the golden lotus.

Inside, there was endless killing intent like a shadow, and there were shouts of killing and people rushing out.

Jiang Xiaobai's golden phantom sat on top of the golden lotus, wielding golden light to fight with the killing intent in the blood river.

Below, everyone watched, some were horrified, some were sad.

"On that day, someone saw that there was blood in the nameless mountain, and there were figures shouting to kill, could it.."

"Senior Jiang said that his soul had been infected with killing thoughts and made a big mistake, and now he can only cut off his own body, so he's, alas...."

In the sky, the golden light is getting weaker and weaker, and the blood river is getting smaller and smaller.

On the ground, an atmosphere of solemnity and desolation spread.

Someone couldn't help but wet their eyes.

Finally, the night was dark, and the darkness of the night turned into nothingness.

On the ground, the figure stood silently.

His eyes were closed, and he was no longer breathing.

The wind came, like sand, and the figure turned into golden wind and sand little by little, and disappeared into the void.

"Seniors"

"Little Friends"

Longhu Mountain, sad and astonished.

Everyone watched quietly, or shortness of breath, or sighing and melancholy, or staring sadly.

Man is gone, but it is like a mountain.

In the middle of the night, the morning light breaks and breaks the night.

A golden light broke through the clouds from the east and sprinkled on the top of the fairy rock.

Winter is cold, but the light is still warm.

Many cultivators looked up to the east.

On this day, Longhu Mountain, the bell rang for a long time.

In a stream in Longhu Mountain, a pea-sized golden lotus seed and a drop of blood beads floated and sank with the water, drifting with the waves, and gradually flowing into the distance.

(The latest chapters, everyone thinks it's very abrupt, saying that the abuse of the master, or writing collapse, anyway, the reader has said all kinds of things, the heart is cold, but the pot is carried by itself, writing a book is a process of growth, there is no reason to explain, hurt, pain, you have to understand yourself.) Write what doesn't exist.,Genius writes every chapter word by word.,Individuals have personal ideas.,If you like it, you like it.,Don't like it.,Genius doesn't have any right to force it.,Thank you for your views.。 ）