When a few days later, when the monk set off for the west, the girl shouted to him at the city gate, "If Brother Dongjun has an afterlife, will you marry me?" The monk did not look back, he did not dare to turn back, he was afraid that once he turned back, his determination to go west would be shaken. He needs to be resolute enough to go to the 100,000 mountains where the demon clan is lined up as a girl, and to seek the essence blood of the demon monarch for the entire royal family of Dachu, and to ask a proverb about the rise and fall for the common people of the whole world.

It's just that the monk who left decisively, but at that time, he didn't expect that this farewell would be a farewell for the two.

The road to the west is said to be a high mountain and a long road, but in fact, for a monk who has already touched the top of the world, such a distance is not very far.

He knew very well that the greatest danger on the way to the west was in the 100,000 mountains and the unknowable Kunlun Immortal Palace.

For this, the monk was fully prepared.

But when he passed through Liangzhou, through Qingzhou, and through the mountains and mountains across the border of Qingzhou, and finally arrived at the location of the 100,000 mountains recorded in countless ancient books, the monk fell into deep horror.

There was nothing there, there were no demon clans, no demon monarchs he wanted to see, not even the so-called 100,000 mountains, some were just a boundless, but incomparably deep void.

At that time, the monk was not yet thirty years old, but he had a lot of experience, and he had read almost all the books in the Dragon Yin Temple, and he knew hundreds of times more things than most people in this world, but Rao was like this, and he still couldn't explain the origin of the situation in front of him at this moment.

Even the monks at that time could not imagine that the entire 100,000 mountains were actually moved away by people with great magical powers. He couldn't find the demon monarch essence blood he wanted, so he could only continue to move forward and go to Kunlun Immortal Mountain in the extreme west, if there really existed a fairy palace there, the monk thought they would give him the answer.

So he continued his journey westward, and finally after passing through the vast void with difficulty, he came to Kunlun. But there was nothing but snow. He made it to Kunlun with the same difficulty, where he did not see the legendary Kunlun Immortal Palace, but he caught a glimpse of the Heavenly Pillar that was about to shatter and the rows of rotten corpses sitting under the Heavenly Pillar. The monk did not understand the meaning of the scene in front of him, which was so different from the records of the world that it was difficult for the monk to find even the slightest connection with those records from such scenes.

He looked at the corpses carefully, trying to identify them, but the already decomposing corpses did not give the monk much of an answer. However, the monk still thought of something, this Kunlun Immortal Mountain is different from any place, to come here, you need to pass through the boundless void, you need to climb this high mountain full of the power of heaven and earth, and it is tantamount to a fantasy for a cultivator without an immortal realm to reach here. In other words, the rows of corpses that stayed in front of him at this moment should be all immortal-level powerhouses in front of him.

And this made the monk's soul go to great length.

There has long been such a legend in the world - according to legend, the fairy palace on Kunlun Mountain, every once in a while, will select powerful immortals in the world to settle in it, become a part of the Kunlun fairy palace, and manage this world with the true immortals in the sky. This is undoubtedly the common pursuit of the hearts of the immortals in the world, and the corpses next to those heavenly pillars are likely to be those immortals who were selected to come to Kunlun. However, why they did not become the rumored Venerable who could shepherd the living beings of the world, but turned into a lifeless corpse, the monk has no way of knowing, but he faintly smelled some conspiracy from it.

The monk left Kunlun in despair.

He didn't find the answer he wanted, nor did he find the demon monarch essence blood that the Great Chu royal family needed. Everything was very different from the ending he imagined, he began to travel through the boundless void when he came again, no matter what, he still had to return to Da Chu, even if he couldn't stop the Great Chu dynasty from crumbling under the will of the underworld, but he might be able to do his best to protect the remnants of Da Chu as much as possible, of course, he also wanted to see the girl who had little time left.

Only this time, while traversing the infinite void, he encountered something different.

The so-called void is the world outside the world, where there is no heaven and earth, and there are no living beings, and in the few records of the void left in this world, most of them describe it as an extremely dangerous place, with the power to devour everything. Rao is a monk with the body of an immortal did not dare to be careless under such a fierce void, he crossed the air, and when he came to the middle of the void, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Help me. ”

"Help me. ”

"Help me..."

The voice was hoarse, deep, and breathless.

The monk couldn't be sure whether the voice was his hallucination or something real, he subconsciously stopped his steps and looked at the void beneath his feet, but the infinite darkness made it impossible for him to see it clearly. He realized that something in the void was calling him, but the void was a place full of unknowns for the creatures in this world. Rao is a monk who is the presiding monk of Longyin Temple and recognized as a holy monk by the world also felt an invisible fear surrounding him at that time.

He subconsciously wanted to flee from this place, but the faster he left, the more the sound rang in his ears.

There seemed to be some strange magic in the voice, which could pass through the monk's body and reach his soul.

He kept ringing, so that the monk's heart was shaken, the monk realized the strangeness of this thing, he sealed his five senses with his own power at the first time, trying to get rid of the entanglement of the voice, but this approach did not achieve any results, the voice still continued to resound, repeated over and over again in his mind.

The monk's heart is certainly strong, but after seeing the empty 100,000 mountains and the corpses of Kunlun, his inner belief has been shaken, and at this time, under the bewitchment of the strange voice again and again, his mind finally revealed a flaw, and it is this flaw, this moment of distraction, found a flaw by the voice in the void.

"Help me. ”

"Save Me !!"

The voice suddenly became a little louder in the monk's mind, and the monk's eyes showed a trace of confusion at that time.

He muttered, "Who are you?"

And at the moment when this question was spoken, a loud roar suddenly sounded in the monk's mind.

After a whirlwind of blankness, fragmented images began to emerge in the monk's mind.

He saw a Taoist priest and a beautiful woman holding an infant baby, with happy and satisfied smiles on their faces.

But such a beautiful scenery is fleeting, the sky suddenly thundered, the dense immortals stood in the clouds, the catastrophe came, the woman's body was turned into ashes in the thousands of thunders, the Taoist knelt to the ground with scars, and the baby who was still crying in swaddling clothes was taken away by the immortals at that time and brought to the clouds.

Then he heard a deep voice lingering in his ears, talking about how to drive the world into chaos, how to plunge the world into an endless abyss. Then, in the infinite darkness, a pair of eyes looked at him, or rather, at the infant baby, and a pair of hands reached out to him, drowning the baby's tiny body. Then endless tearing pain came from his limbs, the spirit and the flesh were separated, and the lifeless body of the baby was lowered into the depths of the world. And how the roaring, roaring, and mourning soul was banished into the infinite void.

It was a long time, the soul wandered aimlessly in the void, the terrible darkness of the void tried to devour the soul again and again, fear and anger always lingered in the depths of the soul, he repelled the void again and again, but the void always came back soon after. So the soul was torn apart, turning into scattered fragments and drifting in the void. But in the depths of each soul fragment was boundless anger and determination for revenge, and one of them, after endless years, felt some kind of call from his homeland, and he began to swell in the direction from which it came.

It was a difficult but slow process, in the process, the soul fragment escaped the devouring of the void again and again, and finally came to the edge of the world when it was exhausted, waiting at the junction of the world and the void, like the child who had been away from home for a long time finally found the door, but could not knock on the lintel.

Although the images were so fragmented that he couldn't clear out what was going on, the monk could clearly feel how desperate the soul fragment was going through, so much so that when the monk came back from such a vision, he found that he had burst into tears. And the position he was in was no longer where he was when he fell into the illusion, but somehow came to the depths of the void, touching the edge of the world.

The monk who came back to his senses was frightened at that time, he didn't dare to stay for a long time, and hurriedly urged the strength of his body to flee from this place at that time, and surprisingly, the voice that had been bewitching him before had not been pestering the monk since then.

......

After walking through the void in fear, the monk finally set foot on the land of the human race again.

At that time, he couldn't help but have the illusion that he would have the rest of his life after the catastrophe or a lifetime, and this feeling became stronger after he walked into the first town on the border of Qingzhou.

He remembered vividly that it was a sunny March when he left Chang'an, and that it should have taken him no more than four months to go back and forth, but in fact when he stepped into the town, it was an unusually cold snowstorm.

The monk was very familiar with the climate of the various prefectures and counties of Great Chu, and in the case of Qingzhou, such a heavy snowstorm was usually not possible until after November, could it be that the natural disaster that devoured the dragon qi of Great Chu had intensified in the past few months, and had reached the level of snow in June? Or he had been immersed in that strange illusion for so long that he was not aware of it after several months.

With such doubts, the monk immediately found passers-by to inquire about the situation, and the answer to this question made the monk fall into an inextricable shock.

After hearing this question, the passer-by looked at the monk a little strangely, after all, it is just a normal person to ask the hour, how can there be no distinction between the year name? But the passer-by still answered this question truthfully: the third year of the Great Zhou, October.

Big Zhou?

The monk had never heard of such an era name, and when he mentioned Da Chu, the passer-by ran away with a change of face, and he was very secretive about it. The monk's heart became more and more strange, and only then did he inquire carefully, only to know that Da Chu had perished as early as five years ago, and the former Haoqiang Yuwen clan occupied the land of the six states in the Central Plains and established the Zhou Dynasty, while the Chen family took the land of the four states and took the surname as the national pride. The land of the eight states in the northwest is still in turmoil, and the holy monks who have not returned from the Longyin Temple are strong competitors in the land of these eight states.

The monk calculated carefully, it turned out that five years had passed since he left Chang'an, and the monk who knew this suddenly panicked, and he inquired about the current situation of the Fang family's remnants in many ways, although most people kept silent about this matter, but he still heard a few days later that there seemed to be the remnants of the Fang family at the junction of Qingzhou and Liangzhou being surrounded and suppressed by the officers of Dachu, and the head of the remnants seemed to be a princess of the former dynasty.

Inevitably, after hearing the news. The monk immediately thought of the girl who was in Chang'an City, shouting that there was an afterlife, and his heart that was as still as water seemed to have layers of ripples at that moment, and it turned into a huge wave in a blink of an eye.

The Buddha light around him surged, and for the first time, evil qi appeared on the monk's face, and he rushed to that place at an astonishing speed.

How could he not be in a hurry?

He thought that the parting was just a small pain in his life, but who would have thought that this parting would miss so many people's lives and live up to so many promises.

He didn't want to miss it again, so this time he took his power to the extreme...

But when he went there, he saw that the small hill was surrounded by soldiers holding Zhouzi flags, and they looked at the hill as if they were watching a monkey play. There, a group of ragged armor soldiers surrounded a cold corpse, shaking their bodies like wild beasts...

The monk recognized the body...

His eyes turned blood-red for a moment.

Revenge!

A terrible voice sounded in the monk's mind, and then he was swayed by the voice, he lost consciousness, he heard the wails in the sky, saw countless blood lights up and down, and when everything returned to calm, he was already standing on top of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood. He knelt there, holding the girl's ravaged corpse in his arms, his eyes hollow, as if he had lost his soul.

At this moment, a baby's cry suddenly sounded in the grass of the hill, and the monk woke up like a dream.

He turned his head numbly to look there, and he saw a baby crying in the blood in the depths of your bushes, and he was stunned for a moment, and he recognized the baby, which was the child of a girl or her brilliant brother. She may have anticipated her situation before this, so she hid the baby in that hidden place. A glimmer of hope was rekindled in the monk's empty gaze, and he temporarily sent the girl's body down, walked over to the baby, and he picked her up, and a bloodstained letter fell from the baby's arms.

The letter did not mention the baby's origin, but hoped that someone would raise him, and he could recognize it as a girl's handwriting from the beautiful handwriting. He didn't bother with whose child it was, he only knew that it was the girl's only wish before she died. He wanted to fulfill this last wish, which was the first thought that came to the monk's mind at that moment, but he soon realized that this matter was not easy.

The curse of the Fang family has already manifested on the body of this young child, and the violent half-demon power in her body is destroying the child's vitality, maybe within a few days, this baby will have to die under the ravages of that half-demon power, and he himself has nothing to do about it.

Hope was ignited and fell again, and this gap made the monk almost fall into madness, and it was then that the voice sounded in his ears again, and he said, "I can help you"

The monk couldn't help but be stunned, this voice felt a little familiar to him, it was this voice that had made him sink in the void for several years...

......

In the west of Qingzhou, on the top of the highest mountain of 100,000 mountains.

Nineteen's eyes widened, looking at the Guanglin ghost sitting cross-legged in front of him, and urged a little eagerly: "And then?"

Guanglin Ghost smiled and glanced at Nineteen, and was about to say something, but suddenly at that time, his face changed, his body suddenly stood up, he looked around, and there was a figure with closed eyes floating beside him. Among them are beautiful women dressed in red, middle-aged men with white eyebrows and black hair, and a young man in a purple robe. And as the Guanglin ghost stood up, the figures floating in the air bathed in golden light suddenly opened their eyes one after another at that time.