The wind and snow howled, and there was no sound other than that.

The dark mountain road does not see any light.

But even in the dark, the monks could still see clearly.

Two Spirited Monks were on duty at the edge of the area, meditating cross-legged on their knees, regaining their strength as they let go of their senses and look around.

Suddenly, the two of them suddenly felt something abnormal, and they opened their eyes at the same time.

If you look closely, it seems that there are more footsteps in the sound of wind and snow.

"How can there be footsteps? Where did it come from?"

"Monk Edgeworth rides the wind, only mortals can walk, but in such weather, in such a remote realm, who mortal will come?"

The two Spiritual Monks looked at each other as they spoke.

There was indeed a figure on the mountain road, holding a black umbrella, walking from the bottom of the long road in the wind and snow, and going up the stairs, not slow or hurried.

The two of them couldn't figure out what was going on, but they thought it was quite weird.

One of them was not busy attacking, but raised his voice, "Who is it?"

But the people who came did not speak, but walked like travelers.

The other person's expression moved, his eyes flashed with vigilance, and with a press of his right hand, the long sword covered with the black membrane suddenly floated into the air, covered by wind and snow, and this action was silent.

Just as the man was about to make a move, the man with the black umbrella stopped.

A long silver hair fluttered in the wind, and the person who came raised his face did not speak, but suddenly exuded a strong aura of resentment.

This aura was so majestic and so poisonous that even the two Resentful Spiritual Cultivators were a little shocked.

"It's... This is not at all the breath of this era. It belongs to the future, not to the present. ”

"Could it be..."

The two suddenly had an answer in their hearts.

The resentful monk who was about to strike hurriedly put away his sword, and the other stood solemnly.

The two men were filled with shock and surprise.

This...

The resentment on the adult here is far greater than that of the resentful master, and such a condensed resentment, such a powerful power, can only be possessed by the terrifying ancient master.

The ancient lord is a stronger existence than the resentful lord, did such a big man come in advance?

The resentful spirits belong to the same body in the high dimension, and although there is not much difference between the upper and lower levels, if there is a significant difference in rank, they will still show respect.

The two monks hurriedly said, "I've seen my lord!"

Xia Ji grabbed the silver hair and rolled it casually, tied a small braid at the end, so as not to blow too messy, and then said, "Who is the leader here?"

One of the Resentful Monks said, "It's the Lord of Resentment." ”

Another monk said, "I'll take you to him... Or shall I tell him you're coming?"

Xia Ji said: "I'll go see him." ”

"Yes, then please come with me. ”

A monk is the sword of the kingsword,

Just as he was about to take off, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "Take me." ”

The monk: ???

No, you're so strong that you still have to be led?

What is the meaning of this "belt"?

Just as he was thinking about it, Xia Ji was already standing on his flying sword, "Let's go." ”

The monk's face was full of confusion, and he couldn't help asking, "Don't you know how to resist the wind?"

And then he heard words that he couldn't understand in his life...

Xia Ji said: "I just don't like it, let's go." ”

This resentful spiritual monk only felt that the ancient lord was worthy of being the ancient master, and it was really difficult to guess, and he didn't want to think about it, so he pinched his finger a little into the distance, and the flying sword rose into the air, carrying the two of them to the depths of this snowy mountain.

Before long, the sword had landed in front of a frozen stream.

At this point, Xia Ji didn't need to be introduced, he directly exuded the aura of the ancient lord, and went down, and all the resentful spirit monks who were originally on guard suddenly relaxed.

Han Qi, who was in the wooden house, was taken aback, and then he was ecstatic, and he muttered: "I didn't expect that at this critical moment, an ancient lord actually succeeded in coming?"

You must know that even though the Kuroshio monks once let more than one person fall under the name of "True Jar", however, the resentful spirits thought about the suppression of the Heavenly Dao simply,

If you don't reach the physical strength of the fifteenth realm, it is simply not enough to withstand even the arrival of the ancient master.

And now, the highest realm of the entire heaven and earth is the fourteen realms.

The fifteen realms will not have until the next killing.

Therefore, in the past three or four hundred years, the real urn has failed without exception.

"How... How could there be an Ancient Lord who succeeded?!"

Han Qi was very happy, and his face bathed in black gas couldn't help but show a happy expression, "God harms my Black Tide clan, but now there is an ancient lord who has successfully descended at this time!"

And with the Ancient Lord, in the next hundred years, the Kuroshio clan will be enough to unify the human race!

In the future, I can gather the power of the human world, strengthen my Black Tide, and then unite with the invading Heavenly Dao to kill this thief!"

He looked up into the void almost reverently, "Countless years of resentment have finally come to a destination!"

Following the breath, he excitedly pushed the door out, and he saw the man standing with his hands hanging in front of the frozen water.

The man with silver hair and a black umbrella hanging down in his hand did not look scary at all.

Han Qi walked up to him and said in an urn voice, "Han Qi has seen adults." ”

Xia Ji looked sideways at his side, this Han Qi was full of black gas, he was a giant three or four meters tall, he suddenly smiled and said, "Han Qi, are you drinking?"

梼杌:???

Xia Ji didn't say much, and grabbed two bottles of high-strength spirits from his arms, a bottle of eighty yuan...

Then he threw a bottle to Han Pestle.

Han Qi was stunned, but he didn't dare to refuse, so he took the bottle.

But he really hadn't drunk it.

Xia Ji glanced at him, picked up the wine cork with both hands and gently pulled it out, took a deep breath against the ice and snow, and then brought it to his lips and took a sip.

Han Zhu did the same, also drank it, took two sips, tasted it, only felt that it was no different from water, so he said: "It's tasteless." ”

Xia Ji said: "That's because your life level is too high, as long as you lower it a little, you can feel the taste of this wine."

Wine in the mortal world, is often a thing to pour sorrow, although it is more sorrowful to use wine to eliminate sorrow, but after all, you can drink a good time. ”

If others had said this to Han Zhu, Han Zhu would have already slapped that person to death.

But what he saw in front of him now was the Ancient Lord.

So, although Han Zhu didn't believe it yet, he felt that he could give it a try, after all, too much resentment was also a kind of torment, and it also made him uncomfortable, and it was good to relieve it a little.

But, who is bored enough to lower the level of their life?

Han Qi was about to say something, but suddenly noticed that the silver-haired man in front of him seemed to have no strength at all, if it weren't for the aura of the ancient lord exuded by that body, he would really be an ordinary mortal.

He understood.

"My lord, have you lowered your life level?"

Xia Ji didn't answer, just took another sip of wine, the taste in the wine is the taste of red dust, like a knife cutting the heart, the injury will be relieved once, and the pain will not hurt if it hurts a lot.

Han Qi completely understood, he saw that the adults drank so well, and he was also very curious about the wine in his heart.

As a result, a rich amount of karma poured out of his body, and the karmic black tide thought about himself, and yes, his life level began to decline rapidly...

However, after all, the resentful lord of Han Qi was still too strong, and he couldn't completely bring it down.

Xia Ji said gently: "I'll help you." ”

With that, raise your hand a little, and the karma like a vast ocean quickly poured into Hanqi's body...

With the concerted efforts of the two, it didn't take long for Han Qi's life level to be reduced to a human being.

Xia Ji's right hand sketched in the void, drew a talisman similar to a seal, and slapped it directly on Han Ji's body.

From now on, as long as Han Qi is not as strong as himself, he will not be able to take the initiative to break this seal.

By this time, he had already drunk a sip of the spirit, and the wine rushed into his throat, and then burned in his internal organs, and many resentments were released in this numbness, like a basin of ice water poured on the flame of sinful karma.

Han Qi sighed comfortably, "The Ancient Lord still knows more. ”

The two of them sat in front of this frozen stream for dozens of miles, drinking one sip after another, and after drinking for a while, Han Qi was actually too strong to drink and began to talk nonsense.

And because of the reduction of his life level, his body began to shrink until he became a boy...

The original wide clothes were put on him, which looked a little funny.

Xia Ji sat in the wind and snow, raised his hand and casually lit out an air mask to cover the boy, so that he would not get a cold from the wind.

After that, he began to drink quietly...

After thinking for a while, he grabbed the drunken man, got up, and walked away into the distance amid the question marks on the faces of the many resentful monks.

...

...

Next.

When he woke up, he found himself being carried.

The mud and stone mountain road like a black dog and a white dog keeps reversing in front of you.

He resisted his dizziness and looked sideways, only to see an arm swaying and he was swinging to and fro.

He still had some hangovers, but more of a dazedness.

"I... What's wrong with me?"

He tilted his head vigilantly, but he noticed a pain all over his body, and he endured the pain and saw a smiling silver-haired man.

This is exactly the ancient master.

"Lord Gu, we... Where is this going? and... Why can't I regain my strength?"

Han had a question mark in his stomach.

Xia Ji said very frankly: "I sealed you yesterday, and as long as you are not as strong as me in the future, you will not be able to take the initiative to break the seal." ”

Seeing that Han Ji looked confused and his expression was complicated, Xia Ji hurriedly said: "But you don't have to worry, you can still cultivate if you become a mortal... Think of yourself as an exchange student, so that you can promote friendship between the Kuroshio monks and the human monks. ”

"Exchange Student ??!"

梼杌:...

He suddenly remembered that yesterday it seemed that he and the ancient master in front of him worked together to seal himself together.

He only felt his anger burning, his blood surging up, and he roared out with an "ah".

However...

His roar didn't bring the slightest fluctuation in energy, not even the sound of wind and snow.

The angry resentful lord finally broke out, he dangled in the air in Xia Ji's hand, and then finally kicked Xia Ji.

But with such a light kick that doesn't even have true qi, how could it be possible to kick Xia Ji?

Han Ji didn't expect to be able to kick it himself.

He was just puzzled.

However...

Syllable!

He hit the shot.

The mysterious silver-haired man actually let out a cry of pain, as if it was really painful.

Han Ji was stunned again, "You... Your own life level is also low?Why? Is this our new plan of the Black Tide? But the human monks are about to be wiped out!"

Xia Ji said: "If the universe is destroyed, do we no longer exist?"

Han Qi nodded.

Xia Ji said: "So, it can't be destroyed." ”

梼杌:???

"Is that what you mean, or is it?"

"I mean. ”

梼杌 realized...

, the high-level of the Black Tide actually produced a consciousness splitting form.

There are still some high-level beings in this who want to protect the universe?

Naturally, he didn't think about all the Kuroshio... There is a sense of division in front of me.

Han Qi said: "But our resentment for so many years can't be resolved at all, and if we don't destroy this world, how can we put the anger in our hearts?"

Xia Ji said: "I don't know, let's borrow wine to drown my sorrows first, I will always think of a way." Okay, now I'm going to take you to apprenticeship, if you don't have another teacher, you can be my student from now on. ”

Han Qi said tentatively: "Or... You're going to break my seal first?"

Xia Ji shook his head and said with a smile: "Are you afraid that I won't be able to teach you?"

Han Qi thought to himself, our strongest strength is immortality, you have me, and other powers are not learned.

Just as he was thinking, Xia Ji suddenly stopped.

Han Zhu, who was helplessly dangling in mid-air, also stopped, and he followed Xia Ji's gaze, but saw that a bare dead branch actually grew in the hard rock, and the dead branch stubbornly squeezed out of the stone gap, but it encountered the cold winter, so he had to endure the extremely harsh environment.

Fate can be described as extremely unfair to it, but although its breath of life is weak, it is still alive.

Xia Ji asked, "Do you think it can be cultivated?"

He stared at it for a long time and shook his head, but nodded and said: "If you use the good karma of human beings to water it, it may be possible for a long time, but there is not much hope, after all, such things cannot be cultivated." ”

Xia Ji raised his hand and pointed at the dead branch,

Behind him came three strange fish,

The three fish are the three phases of everything.

One is a black fish, the other is a white fish, and the other is an immovable and unchanging fish of nothingness.

And on his fingers, the terrifying pure white karma condensed, making Han Qi couldn't help but smack his tongue in shock.

Immediately, his fingers had touched the dead branch, and he was touching the child's head.

Xia Ji said softly: "Don't wake up yet?"

And then...

Han's pupils widened suddenly, and his mouth opened slightly in shock.

In his eyes, the dead branches that were impossible to cultivate were changing rapidly.

first gave birth to hands and feet and crawled out of the stone gap,

And then everything in that body was slowly changing.

He heard the sound of juice running, and he heard the sound of his heart beating.

And the body of the small tree with hands and feet was rapidly enriching, and in a few blinks of an eye, it had already turned into a form.

It's just that the little tree really didn't know what to become, and didn't dare to transform into the appearance of its creator, so it turned into a boy's sword.

Xia Ji retracted his fingers, threw out a piece of clothing to the sleek dryad, looked sideways at Han Ji and said, "Look, it's actually okay, right?"

This little dryad looks like your twin now. ”