The wind blew from the passage overhead.

Gu Qingshan removed his hand from the dark grid on the wall and sighed:

"It's really not easy for the Wind and Rain Saint to build such a hidden passage alone in the Turnless Land."

The fox girl said proudly: "Of course, the entire Kanyu of the Turnless Land was done by her, and the many places of construction are intertwined, the layout of the underground palace and even the passages and magic circles, all the saints have their own opinions, only she can convince the people, and then make a final decision." ”

Gu Qingshan nodded and said, "But so much time has passed, isn't the evil demon discovering it at all?" ”

"Then I don't know, it's better for you to use me to calculate a hexagram." The fox girl said.

Gu Qingshan took out the copper coin as he said and sprinkled it towards the void.

The coins rotate until they all come together to reveal their upward side.

"Big murderer, no matter how you count it, it's this hexagram." The fox girl said deflated.

"—then be careful."

Gu Qingshan didn't care and said with a smile.

He rolled on the spot, turned into a big orange cat, and borrowed "Jade Flawless" from Weizun, and his body was hidden in the void.

"Let's go?" The fox girl asked.

"Meow!" The orange cat nodded and exclaimed.

It flew upwards as soon as it was in shape.

The passage was filled with a cold wind, dry and cool, and the orange cat ran up the vertical wall.

Dozens of breaths later.

The orange cat slowed down and quietly looked up.

I saw a dark shadow lying silently on the wall, motionless.

"Amitabha, this is the caretaker of the demons, who is specially responsible for patrolling the land of no turn, checking the situation everywhere, and taking care of the benefactor." The old monk's voice rang out.

The orange cat jumped lightly to the other end of the wall, and in a flash of its form flew over the shadows.

It turned around and looked at the demon, only to see that the other man was still motionless.

The orange cat tilted his head and thought for a moment, equipped himself with the name of "Void God of War", and looked at the demon again.

This time, the orange cat immediately saw countless runes in the void.

They are arranged and combined in a specific way, and the clusters surround the demons, forming a mysterious technique.

"What are you?" The orange cat asked secretly.

All the arcane runes swelled, and they all spoke of their power to the orange cat in silent voices.

Suddenly.

The orange cat looked stunned.

- It turns out that the entire passage is filled with invisible mysteries that are specifically aimed at evil spirits, making it impossible to detect the movement around them.

But if anyone wants to investigate the situation here, this mysterious technique will be completely hidden, so that this technique will not be discovered.

The demon only knew that there was a hidden passage here, and after checking that there was nothing unusual, he sent people to guard it, but he did not know that it was in vain.

The orange cat sighed silently.

Wind and rain saint.

Countless years after her death, the spell she set up could still do this, and the strength was unimaginable.

However, a saint like her still died.

The orange cat shook her head and continued to run up the wall.

After counting the breaths.

It crouched in front of a small, recessed terrace.

The orange cat stretched out its front paws and touched it one of the wall tiles.

On the terrace, a small thing suddenly appeared.

The orange cat stared at the thing with a look of confusion in her eyes.

- It was a bloodstained rattle.

When it appeared, the spell that covered it dissipated silently.

It seems that the Wind and Rain Sage has put a lot of effort into preserving this rattle.

The orange cat took a few steps forward and crouched in front of the rattle.

- In your previous life, you liked to play rattles when you were a child?

Wrong.

This toy—

Not at all impressed.

The orange cat groaned, reaching out its front paws again, trying to touch the rattle gently.

As soon as its paws touched the rattle, it suddenly shook and its mind went blank.

Countless lights and shadows continue to fly and condense in memory, and finally turn into a picture of an incomparably long ago.

- Villages.

Black smoke billowed and burned for most of the morning, and the flames finally engulfed the entire village.

The charred ground was littered with corpses.

Beneath a nearly collapsed earthen wall, a small corpse opened its eyes.

It's a boy.

He was about three years old, dark and thin, and his body was still in good condition.

When the boy woke up, he did not show any panic, but looked around carefully.

By this time the fire had been extinguished.

The roof had long since been burned clean, leaving only the bare four walls.

There were also two bodies in the room, a man and a woman.

The boy glanced at it, and then he was surprised.

He pulled a rattle out of his bosom, stood up, and walked over to the man and woman.

The boy gently turned the rattle and let it sound one after another.

Knock - Knock - Knock -

Three drums sounded, and illusory figures appeared on the two corpses.

There was also a small figure snuggling up to them.

The boy spoke, "You must be the parents of this body, and you, the original owner of this body—"

"I'm sorry, I only have this in my hand, and I want you to be reincarnated, how about it?"

The man and woman looked at each other and nodded.

The woman held the small figure in her arms and said something silently.

The boy listened for a few breaths, nodded and said, "I borrowed his body to help you renew your relationship in the next life." ”

The woman immediately knelt down and saluted the boy.

The boy avoided it, and said, "No need to be polite, this is my business." ”

He shook the rattle gently.

Knock knock –

The drums were dense, and gradually brought an inexplicable force.

"Go and reincarnate, when your family is reunited again, the world should have restored stability." The boy said.

The three phantoms nodded at him, turned into streamers and flew into the void, disappearing.

The boy watched them go, and after a while, he slowly gathered the rattle and walked out of the house.

He walked slowly through the ruins, and occasionally saw a corpse, so he gently shook the rattle to send the other party to reincarnate.

At noon, the boy finally walked out of the ruined village.

He stood on the side of the road, looking back at the remnant village.

"I can't imagine that the flood has become so chaotic that even mortals are not at peace."

"Looks like I'm going to grow up a little faster."

The boy's face was as pale as frost, but his stomach let out a long grunt.

He paused, and suddenly realized that he had more pressing matters to solve.

"Looking for something to eat...... What do three-year-olds eat? ”

He closed his eyes and flipped through the body's memories slightly.

The body has only three years of memory, and it knows too little and too little, but it still has some impressions of what it eats.

"There you have it—the spirit fruit on the western slope is just right for me to eat."

The boy walked along the dirt road to the west, and sure enough, he found a patch of red fruit at the bottom of the slope.

I have the impression that this fruit is the most precious thing in the village, and some of it is picked for children and the elderly to eat during the New Year's holidays.

So he climbed slowly down the dirt slope, walked to the low fruit tree, plucked one, and ate it.

"Contains a little spiritual power, which can nourish the body, develop wisdom, and prolong life."

The child commented as he ate.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the depths of the woods:

"You little doll, you know a lot."

When the child had eaten one and picked another, he wiped the dust from the fruit with his clothes and asked, "Who is in the forest?" ”

I saw a burly figure coming out of the forest.

But it was a bearded man in a strong suit, with a bow on his back, two sabers at his waist, and a spirit fruit in his hand, eating it in a big gulp.

The man looked at the young child in front of him, and then at the village in the distance.

"Only this child is still alive...... Tsk......"

The man walked over, squatted down beside the child, and said, "I am Lin Changfeng, the murderous demon king, who often eats human flesh and drinks human blood, and has countless souls under his command, are you afraid?" ”

The boy shook his head and said, "Don't be afraid." ”

"Not afraid? Why not be afraid? The man wondered.

The boy pointed to the fruit in his hand, and then to the gourd on his back, and said, "You are eating the fruit, and there is the sound of water in the gourd, but there is no blood, so you are lying just now." ”

Lin Changfeng froze for a moment, and said stupidly: "Are the children so smart now? Did you grow from a snack fruit to the present? ”

"I'm better at eating than spirit fruit." The child said.

"No wonder."

Lin Changfeng slapped his thigh and suddenly figured it out.

At this time, a distant wind blew slowly.

Lin Changfeng listened to a few breaths, and his face changed: "Little guy, there will be a period later, I will withdraw first." ”

As soon as the words fell, his figure flashed, and he immediately flew away into the distance.

The next moment.

Suddenly, he turned back and landed beside the boy.

I saw him stomp his feet and say, "Damn! Damn it! There's only one dead end for you to stay here, and I just happened to meet you! ”

"Dead end?" The boy wondered.

saw Lin Changfeng jump up, slapped himself, and scolded: "Call you to be nosy again!" ”

He put the boy on his shoulders and fled into the distance with a puff of smoke.

Silence returned to the grove.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

Suddenly, a majestic voice filled the heavens and the earth, as if it was announcing to hundreds of millions of sentient beings:

"The worlds are endless, but the desolation is respected."

"The catastrophe of the epoch is coming, chaos is about to reopen, and the power of the world will be sent down to save the common people."

"—All the saints must hold on to the battle."

"Others, go to Buzhou Mountain!"

The voice resounded throughout the world.

The child stayed quietly on Lin Changfeng's shoulder, and he didn't seem to be afraid, just listened to this sentence curiously.

He patted Lin Changfeng and asked curiously, "What are those people doing near Buzhou Mountain?" ”

Lin Changfeng snorted and explained casually:

"It is said that there is an Innate Holy who has descended from Chaos and will appear near Buzhou Mountain - but I think this is all a lie - since it is an Innate Most Holy, why not go directly to the Holy Palace and guide the Saints to fight against the demons?"

The child nodded, and silence returned.