"How can I save it?"

Ling Xian seemed to have seen the last straw as if a drowning man, and his eyes showed a glint of hope.

"Blood can only be repaid with blood, the world is fair, if you want to save her, you must pay your own life force. ”

Ling Xian fell silent for a moment, and looked at Yuejian with a little struggle in his eyes, as if he was making some difficult decision, and only spoke for a long time.

"Am I going to die?"

"Maybe, maybe not. ”

The words of the alien beast did not carry any temperature, but it suddenly made Ling Xian shiver, as if the temperature in the air was lower.

Chaotic thoughts poured into Ling Xian's mind like a tide, and Ling Xian felt that there was an emotion in his body that had nowhere to vent, as if he was about to burst his body. Ling Xian wanted to shout in pain, but looking at the quiet figure in the void, he couldn't say anything.

Ling Xian grabbed his hair in pain, and he wanted to speak a few times, but it made his expression even more painful.

"Life is not happy, death is also bitter. Tsukimi can do this for me as a stranger, I ......"

After a long time, Ling Xian, who was sweating profusely, sat down on the ground and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, as if mocking his cowardice.

"The fear of death can only be felt when people are really facing it, and you are brave. ”

Ling Xian glanced at the alien beast in surprise, and met the deep gaze that seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, but this time Ling Xian did not feel fear anymore, but felt a trace of warmth.

"Thank you. ”

Ling Xian, who had made the decision, didn't feel the pressure and fear just now, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

"What am I going to do?"

"Quite simply, you'll enter a dream and the way to save that girl is there. ”

"Dreams?"

Ling Xian was a little stunned, he didn't expect to get such an answer.

A mysterious smile appeared on the beast's face, and without waiting for Ling Xian to ask again, as soon as the proboscis moved, the mist in the void roared towards Ling Xian, burying his figure in the blink of an eye.

......

"Wang Qian, go up the mountain to fetch firewood again, it's still early, do you want to wait for me to make you something to eat." ”

As soon as Ling Xian opened his eyes, he found that he had completely transformed into another person, and there was a kind woman beside him who was greeting him.

Since he didn't know what his current situation was, and he was worried that he would lose too many words, Ling Xian just shook his head lightly and rejected the woman's kindness.

The first rays of sunlight in the sky had pierced the darkness and scattered it on the ground, and the cold air still enveloped the land, struggling tenaciously, unwilling to retreat. Although the original Ling Immortal didn't have any cultivation talent, he had also taken a lot of pills, and he had already forgotten the feeling of cold, but he didn't expect that this time he would have the opportunity to experience it again.

Ling Xian took a few breaths of hot air, warmed his hands, which were already a little stiff, lifted a sharp axe next to him, and walked towards the mountain peak that was faintly visible in the distance.

The sun gradually climbed the mountain, and the dappled sunlight shone on Ling Xian's body through the branches, helping him expel the chill on his body, and a few birdsongs occasionally came from the distant sky, adding a little vitality to the slaughtering mountain forest.

In the distance, the top of the mountain was in sight, most of the distance had been walked, Ling Xian did not find anything abnormal, he was worried about the situation of Yuejian, Ling Xian couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Suddenly, there was a sound of children playing in front of him, which lifted Ling Xian's spirits.

Ling Xian quickened his pace and walked quickly in the direction where the voice came from.

There was no path in that direction that the hunter had stepped on like before, Ling Xian could only use his sharp axe to open the way, and the clumps of thorns had cut small wounds on Ling Xian's skin, but Ling Xian was unconscious, and the pace under his feet did not slow down in the slightest.

"Wu Gexi was rhinoceros armor, and the car was wrong and short-handed.

The sun covers the enemy like a cloud, and the arrows and fallen soldiers compete for the first.

Ling Yu staggered for the rest of his life, and his left side was injured and his right blade was injured.

The haze is two rounds and four horses, and the jade is beating the drum.

When the sky falls, the spirit is angry, and the wilderness is abandoned.

Can't get in and out, and the plains are far away.

With a long sword, he carried the Qin bow, and his head was not punished.

Cheng is both brave and martial, and he is strong and invincible.

The body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is resolute. ”

The child's singing voice reached the ears of Ling Xian, who finally came closer, and there was no innocence in the song, but there was a faint sound of Jin Ge Iron Horse, giving people a strange feeling.

Six or seven boys sat around a bluestone slab on the top of the mountain, unaware of Ling Xian's arrival.

The cold wind persevered in attacking Ling Xian, Ling Xian tightened his clothes, glanced at the boy in the distance who was only wearing a single coat, hesitated for a moment, or slowly walked closer.

The boy finally saw Ling Xian, but there was no expression of surprise on his face, he just smiled at Ling Xian, turned his body slightly, and made way for Ling Xian.

To Ling Xian's surprise, among the boys, it turned out to be a chess game, the black and white two sons on the chessboard were staggered, and the battle was in full swing, Ling Xian was also good at chess, and he was also a fellow practitioner, so he simply stood aside and watched the chess silently.

There is a true meaning in chess, and the words have been forgotten. The chess was still the same as before, but the picture that appeared in front of Ling Xian's eyes had changed.

There are war drums and thunder, banner hunting, sword energy, sword light and sword shadow, and dragon soaring and tiger leaping, eagle striking the sky. Countless colorful lines formed a series of mysterious scenes flashing in front of Ling Xian, allowing Ling Xian to observe the world from such a new perspective for the first time.

Ling Xian was immersed in the wonderful world and couldn't extricate himself, he had long forgotten what was outside his body, and only vaguely felt as if someone had fed him a berry, and then this world became clearer in Ling Xian's eyes, as if the last layer of light veil that covered his face was also blown away by the breeze.

I don't know how long it took, Ling Xian gradually woke up from this world, raised his eyes and looked around, where were there any chess games and children, only the vast world remained. Ling Xian was startled, suddenly remembered something, looked to his side, and found that the axe he had brought was rusty, and the original sturdy wooden handle had also decayed.

Ling Xian felt something, raised his eyes and looked up, vaguely as if he saw something, but suddenly his eyes were pierced by the not bright sunlight and wept, Ling Xian wanted to look again, and a solemn shout sounded in his ears.

"Nonsense?"

Ling Xian woke up suddenly, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that the surrounding environment was completely different, the familiar aroma, the crackling flames, and the shadow lying on the ground all reminded Ling Xian.

He's back!