The showers stopped at the beginning, and the cumulus clouds in the sky did not disperse.

But the sight is still clear. Standing on a high place, the person scans to see the scene below.

And Ji Mu's heart is still not a trace of openness. The soles of his feet crushed a pebble, but his chest seemed to tremble, so that he couldn't help but pause, and suddenly felt a sense of irritability.

"Shut up. Ji Mu pulled the corners of his lips, raised his steps and continued to walk, too lazy to look back. "When I collide with someone later, I don't know how to die. ”

The buzz around suddenly went out, and the people who had been chatting before stopped being interested. It's not that he really listened to that warning, but just because he noticed Ji Mu's unhappiness.

"How come?" someone smiled and flattered, and looked at the array plate held in Ji Mu's hand, "There is Gongzi's treasure, which time is it not invincible?"

He's not exaggerating.

Since Ji Mu took out this array, they have fought with the Spirit Alliance several times during this time in the ancient battlefield, and they have taken the lead every time. It's just because it can not only perfectly hide the aura of the body, but also help them form a battle formation, both offensive and defensive. The people of the Martial Sect had already seen the benefits of the array, so they dared to be so relaxed, and before the battle, they still had the heart to chat.

There were people around him who followed one after another, and Ji Mu's expression had just eased, and an undisguised sneer suddenly came from the side.

Even when Jiang Shou was sneering, there was almost no expression on his face. He only glanced at the array disk in Ji Mu's hand, as if he didn't bother to say a word more, and turned around and walked in another direction. The sword servant Mu Qingmei hurriedly followed. The figures of the two people rose and fell a few times, and then quickly disappeared.

The people who responded before were all embarrassed, and their hearts were secretly bitter. In the past, as long as there was Chu Heyi or Li Su in the team, the atmosphere would at least be harmonious. I'm afraid that Ji Mu will be uncertain, and Jiang Shou will not be close to people - but this time he brought the two of them together!

"Ji Gongzi," someone asked in a low voice, "Look at this ......"

"Leave him alone. ”

Ji Mu's fingertips rubbed against the array, his brows furrowed, and his gaze once again swept over the surrounding scene. All his senses told him that everything was normal, but in his heart he always felt that something was wrong.

"There's always something weird about that Tsing Yi. Ji Mu was too lazy to care, but remembering what Lu Qiming had taught him, he still patiently reminded him more, "Collect it, I'm afraid this time is unusual." ”

The people around looked at each other and bowed their heads.

The team finally calmed down and continued on its way.

......

......

They're coming.

——In the distance, when Ji Mu paused for the first time, the people of the Spirit Alliance understood Tsing Yi's gesture.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and then resumed its quiet flow as they slowly moved their positions.

At this moment they stood in a wide, flat valley, surrounded by mountains. This is where Eternal Silence first appeared, and they are back here today.

As if nothing had happened, they continued with the topic of Fang Cai.

“...... Since the birth of the Eternal Silence Terrace was interrupted by Ji Mu that day, there has been no movement. A demon cultivator pondered: "Could it be that we really have to reproduce the situation of that day in order to reawaken the Eternal Silence Platform?"

"Unrealistic. "The person who answered the call was called Meng Ting, his background was not obvious, but his cultivation was considered middle and upper class here. He shook his head and said, "Regardless of whether this assumption is reasonable or not, if it really happens, it will be more troublesome." Of the nine supernatural powers, he has four martial arts sects, and there is only one in the Eternal Silence Stage. It's another uphill battle. ”

"Then you can't just leave it to fate and wait, right?"

The more time passes, the more impetuousness comes to people's hearts.

They went toe-to-toe with Wu Zong, but they gradually reached a stalemate. The nine supernatural powers already have masters, and the relics of the ancient battlefield have also been rummaged through by cultivators, but the most important Eternal Silence Platform has not been released for a long time. If you continue to consume it like this, you won't see any benefit except for comparing which side of the two sides has fewer people to die.

When he was silent, Meng Ting smiled and said, "How can it be regarded as 'resigned to fate'? During this time, he had been convinced by the Holy Messenger. Even if others still had doubts, Meng Ting believed that since the Holy Envoy had led them here today, there must be his deep meaning.

Meng Ting asked rhetorically, jokingly: "Maybe as long as you kill that Ji Mu here as a sacrifice, as soon as this Eternal Silence Platform is happy, it will be happy to come out-"

The sword aura roared!

——The words and laughter have not fallen, and the killing opportunity has come!

The long sword stabbed out in concealment, and a little cold light pointed directly at the center of Meng Ting's eyebrows!

— but it was easily blocked.

"It's so slow. ”

The smile on Meng Ting's face did not change, but it was colder. He looked at the visitor and retreated from the block after being slightly startled, and said coldly: "Since you are here, why go back?"

Coincidentally, the members of the Spirit Alliance had already unfolded in the huge painting realm, and steadily and accurately caught the sharp blade stabbed in the back.

For a moment, the sharp sound of weapons colliding was endless.

Sure enough, I was prepared.

"Looks like you're not as stupid as you used to be. Ji Mu sneered, the blade opened diagonally with his wrist, and his body flew by, completely ignoring others, and stopped directly in front of Tsing Yi.

And rightfully so. There are battlefields where cultivators like them are, and the rest of them are just backgrounds.

"Want to kill me?" Ji Mu looked at Tsing Yi and said meaningfully: "Then I'll wait to see what you can do." ”

Tsing Yi didn't speak, only a flick of his sleeves, and the grass and trees around his body turned into sharp arrows, and they were stretched on the strings in an instant.

Ji Mu still had a smile on his face, but the nine-string knife in his hand had already been ruthlessly slashed down - the blade was pitch black, but when the knife qi burst out, it seemed that he could see the bloody blood, and in an instant, he cut a crack in the painting realm of Tsing Yi's pen.

"You are really ......" The corners of Ji Mu's mouth were ruthless, and he forced a knife to Tsing Yi's neck, and sneered in a low voice: "There is no growth." ”

Tsing Yi still didn't move, his body followed the knife qi and avoided it slightly, and with a twist between his right fingers, he gently blocked the oncoming force with a paintbrush!

The sword intent was extinguished like a candle flame in an instant, turned into the wind of clothes, and dispersed in a blink of an eye.

Ji Mu's eyes condensed slightly, and there was a sudden alarm in his heart.

He could see that the paintbrush was only made of rough bamboo, and it should be fragile, but in Tsing Yi's hands, it could block the sharpness of his nine-string knife, and there was not even a trace of cracks;

This Tsing Yi ...... It's just a cultivation that has been forcibly empowered by external forces, so will he have such wisdom?

Ji Mu had a trace of doubt in his heart, but he didn't avoid it at all, before the old power was exhausted, he raised his hand and stabbed again.

"To tell you the truth," Ji Mu stared at the eyes of the person in front of him, and in an instant, he approached again with the help of the knife, "I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

Tsing Yi just dealt with him at ease, and sometimes took care of the other people of the Lingmeng with his paintings, and he didn't hear Ji Mu's words.

His face was like an ice and snow sculpture, so that Ji Mu could never see through what he was thinking. Even if they were looking at each other, Ji Mu couldn't catch even the slightest ripple in the pair of pupils.

"You've obviously seen it with your own eyes," Ji Mu's knife suddenly turned urgent, almost wanting to tear the person in front of him apart, but his voice was even colder: "Why don't you tell your person, who is he?"

Tsing Yi still didn't answer, and the knife on the other side was cold, but he never touched the corner of his clothes.

"Lu Qiming-" Ji Mu couldn't help it anymore. His voice was extremely low, and a few words came out, and he was instantly stirred up in the wind by the sword qi, "Don't you want to know how he is now, whether he is alive or dead?!"

Tsing Yi's eyes turned slightly, and finally stopped at him, and suddenly smiled.

The laughter was as cold as ever, but it was extremely mocking, which made Ji Mu's anger and blood swell up in an instant, and then he heard the man smile again, and asked lightly: "Then you tell me, Lu Qiming...... Are you dead now?"

Ji Mu couldn't believe what he heard, and he couldn't believe that the Tsing Yi in front of him was the same person as the one he saw for the first time that day.

Just a moment of distraction, Ji Mu felt a sharp numbness in his back, followed by a sharp pain that suddenly exploded!

There was nothing in front of it—

But at the moment when his nine-stringed knife slashed, countless pitch-black fragments suddenly appeared in the emptiness—it was clearly a spatial rift that was hidden by the painting! If Ji Mu really crashed into that place unsuspectingly, I am afraid that it would be a broken end in the blink of an eye.

As soon as Ji Mufu escaped, he immediately ducked back with a knife, staring at Tsing Yi with gloomy eyes. The back of his clothes was wet and sticky, and he didn't have to look back to know that it was full of blood.

It's not that he's not alert enough. Fang Cai's painting realm is a "picture-in-picture", Ji Muyuan has already broken a heavy, but he didn't expect that it would be the most difficult to guard against.

This person's cultivation can make him so perfect, but when he first met in the heavy snow that day, the strength he showed was different from this moment......!

An indescribable anger suddenly arose in Ji Mu's heart.

He raised his head, licked the bloody breath between his lips and teeth, looked across Tsing Yi's throat, and muttered, "You deserve to die." ”

Ji Mu looked at Tsing Yi and looked back.

"You really are," the man turned his head slightly to look at him, and said flatly, "no progress." ”

Tsing Yi gave him back the original amount of what he had said at the beginning, which was an undisguised irony, Ji Mu should have been furious, and Ji Mu was indeed about to be angry at first, but he soon realized that under that gaze, he gradually could not gather a trace of the rest of his emotions.

He just felt familiar, surprisingly familiar. Such a look, such a tone, he must have seen it in a person he knew so well, that it made him feel close.

But who is that person? No matter what Ji Mu thinks, he can't remember.

Because that can't be.

Because he didn't have anyone close to him.

If you stand in the same position for a long time, you will inevitably look clumsy. Ji Mu stood in place in such an awkward posture, his eyes widened slightly, and he became more and more confused.

But Ji Mu didn't have more time to think about it. This is the battlefield.

Tsing Yi had already raised his wrist and lifted his pen.

He didn't care about the reason why Ji Mu lost his mind, and he wouldn't wait because of this. During this period of Ji Mu's pause, he did not stop.

The first stroke, the wind and smoke are quiet.

In the second stroke, the sand turns into a rock.

The third heavy cloud is overpowered.

Four strokes swept the world and collected.

The painting is full of flowers.