Zhang Ling and a few people looked around the Tianxing Ruins, at first they still had the idea of treasure hunting, but when they saw all the broken rubble, they gradually lost their enthusiasm. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Thinking about it, this is also inevitable, after all, this place has been destroyed for tens of thousands of years, although the people of the Heavenly Demon Palace did not dare to come here to investigate, but this could not stop some loose cultivation. At that time, the still existing and usable treasures were taken away, and even some fragments of destroyed treasures were not left, and there were no other remnants of the sacred site except for the fragments of the building.

Yang Hao looked around with a sigh and a look of disappointment.

It is right to say that it is desolate and messy, and it is also correct to say that it is clean and has nothing but the temple, which is a very contradictory concept, but now it is perfectly combined.

"Alas, where did Zhang Ling run away again? I always felt that he had changed since he came to the Heavenly Star Holy Land, and his whole person seemed to have changed his soul. Qin Ming was surprised, the three of them looked around, but they didn't notice Zhang Ling's whereabouts.

Huang Changyu shook his head, although he didn't have much hope of finding the treasure, but when he really couldn't find anything, he still felt a little disappointed.

"Don't worry about him, he has the highest cultivation among the few of us, so nothing will happen. ”

Several of them trust Zhang Ling very much, and even sometimes feel that Zhang Ling is simply omnipotent.

If the initial trust was still some belief in its strength, it has now become blind. What Zhang Ling said, what they did was, they didn't even bother to think.

At this time, Zhang Ling was also too lazy to think.

Although it was said that it was a dream and would not be implicated in this life, Zhang Ling still felt a trance when he walked on the quaint bluestone path. I always feel that every road and every palace here is extremely familiar, and this familiarity is full of sadness and reluctance, sadness and thoughts.

From Qingyang and Ziyu to find their sister and brother, from Zhang Ling coming out of that space, he decided to forget everything in those dreams.

Those experiences were his experiences, not his experiences, and he just needed to absorb the things in them that were related to his own cultivation. As for those entangled experiences, the best option is to forget.

However, he could forget the experiences he had experienced in his dreams, but he could not explain what was in front of him.

Zhang Ling pushed open a dilapidated temple, which had not yet been repaired, most of the place was broken, and even the ground was cracked like a spider's web.

This is Qionghua Palace, which was Xueqing's residence before he and Xue Qing got married, and after she got married, she moved to his Fuying Palace. Zhang Ling remembered that Xue Qing was very lively, and once carved many nicks on a pillar, there were twenty-six of them!

It was her height that she measured every ten years, and the nicks were getting taller and taller, and her height had not increased since she was twenty-one.

Zhang Ling was a little apprehensive, he looked for the stone pillar in this dilapidated palace, and began to confirm the things in the dream.

The stone pillar was still there, but only half of it was left, and although it was only half of it, it was six or seven feet high.

And on the stone pillar, although it is a little mottled, you can still see the marks one after another! Zhang Ling stretched out his hand, stroking it a little tremblingly, and counted the number on it.

Although he could see at a glance that it was twenty-six, he still swiped his fingertips one by one.

The girl in a lilac dress suddenly jumped into his heart.

More vivid than in the dream, she smiled smartly, happily chasing a flying sword, and her purple gauze skirt fluttered, as if she had been a butterfly.

"Qing'er!" Zhang Ling muttered in a low voice, the twenty-six notches were still eye-catching under the erosion of the years, and the vermilion pillars had already shed several pieces of paint.

In the Qionghua Palace, it was a mess, and even half of the main hall collapsed.

Stone dust is everywhere, and dust is everywhere.

And Xue Qing used to be so clean as an elf!

Zhang Ling tried to clean up this place, but found that he couldn't recover at all! The entire ruins of the Holy Land seemed to be wrapped in a strange power, except for the kind of white qi that overflowed from the ground that could slowly repair this place, the others couldn't even move anything!

How so?

He was a little unwilling, and then picked up half of the stone pillar and connected it with the broken stone pillar, but found that the half of the stone pillar was directly broken, and it was more completely broken than the original!

Zhang Ling was a little dumbfounded, and he didn't dare to mess with the things here anymore.

Qionghua Hall is not far from Fuying Palace, only separated by a mountain, Zhang Ling walked to Fuying Palace, and the unknown emotions in his heart became more and more intense.

Only three of the main halls in the ruins of the Holy Land have been restored and are intact. In addition to the Holy Palace Hall of the Heavenly Star Holy Land and the Fengxian Hall dedicated to the tablets of the ancestors, there is only the Fuying Hall where Zhang Ling once lived.

The Fuying Hall is very large, although it is called the palace, but it is not much smaller than the former palace of the Yue Kingdom. Moreover, the repair here is very elegant, and the scenery is also very chic, although it is the residence of the monks, it is not simple and simple at all.

Zhang Ling thought about it, the life in his dream was indeed an elegant person, but he had some imagination with his father Zhang Feng. In addition to dealing with the major affairs of the Holy Land, he generally only cultivates and accompanies Xue Qing, not like a monk, but more like a hermit. He thought back to the things in his dream, and the tight lines on his face unconsciously softened.

This is the former dormitory of Han'er.

Zhang Ling walked into a hall, and then entered a dilapidated room.

Although the restoration of the Fueiden Hall has been completed, it is limited to the structure of the main body, and even the white gas can not be done about what the passage of time has taken away.

In this room, just like in his dream, Zhang Ling walked to the corner of the wall and squatted down, and the corner of the wall was carved with the appearance of a bird, spreading its wings and ready to fly.

"Daddy, my daughter also wants to fly by herself like you!"

Zhang Han, who was only nine years old at the time, had a grand ambition when she was still a little young, and the first step to complete her ambition was that she could fly.

Zhang Ling pulled her to carve such a bird in the corner of the wall, there were only a few paintings, but it was extremely expressive.

He told Zhang Han, "If you want to fly, you have to work your own, and your father and mother will not take you to fly." You remember this little bird, and when you can fly in the future, you will destroy it. At that time, Daddy will teach you the forbidden chapter of the Star Sutra, how about it?"

The little girl nodded seriously, her big eyes were black, and her solemn face made Zhang Ling rub her head lovingly.

This is his child, who is only nine years old and has already achieved a consummation of meditation realm, which has almost refreshed people's cognition. When Zhang Han broke through to the consummation of the meditation realm, even the Demon Emperor sent a congratulatory gift!

Zhang Ling stroked the bird, as if he had returned to the scene of the year. He could barely tell the illusion, only that Zhang Han's little face kept appearing in front of him. Zhang Ling's throat hurt slightly, and he choked so much that he couldn't make a sound.

He sat down, leaning his back against the wall, as if he had collapsed.

The ruins of this holy land are by no means a dream, and those things that he had been in his dreams have also been verified one by one! He, Zhang Ling, was once the generation of holy masters of this Heavenly Star Holy Land, once dominated the Southern Desolate Demon Domain, and once sat on an equal footing with the Heavenly Demon Palace!

And now, he has cultivated to only the state of mind of Futu, which is not much different from back then. And the Celestial Star Holy Land, which once deterred the Southern Wilderness, has also become a land of ruins!

A sadness almost unstoppably rose in the bottom of his heart, although Zhang Ling forcibly told himself that he was Zhang Ling, his father was Zhang Feng, his master was an old man in the South China Sea instead of Xuehai, he only had one sister Zhang Yao and no younger sister Xue Han, his wife was only Wen Ruyan, and the woman he loved deeply was Yu Ziyu.

And despite this, there was nothing he could do to stop the faces from weaving through his mind. Even in his dreams, he remembers every conversation with everyone clearly!

He was accepted as an apprentice by Xuehai when he was six years old, and when he was ninety-six years old, he fought with Wuji, and later Wuji died, but his origin was broken. At the age of one hundred and ten, he broke through to the state of compassion and officially became a veritable saint, and married Xue Qing, becoming the youngest saint of the Heavenly Star Holy Land.

Four years later, he and Xueqing gave birth to their first and only daughter, Zhang Han. But it didn't take long, only eight or nine years, and his original injuries were too serious and he died. More than a hundred years of pride and glory came to an end, leaving only a woman and a child desolate.

Zhang Ling couldn't imagine the whereabouts of their mother and daughter later, as long as he thought about it, he would feel as if there were 10,000 catties of boulders pressing on his chest.

And these were replayed over and over again as if they were abusing his soul.

He remembered Xue Qing's delicate face and shy appearance at the beginning, and he also remembered Wuji's arrogance and arrogance, and the half-step Great Sage Sun Mother-in-law had an upright temperament, although she admired him very much, but she never said gentle words.

And somewhere in his heart, a small figure bit his lip and stood alone outside the hall, a small person, but revealing a maturity that was different from his age.

That's Zhang Han, who has been cold since he was a child, and only when he looks at people close to him, he will occasionally show the appearance and smile of his little daughter.

Zhang Ling lay on the ground.

There was a thick layer of dust on the ground, but he breathed like a drowning man needed air, and his face was pale and terrible, how could he notice the dirtiness of the ground.

For half a month, Zhang Ling traveled to every corner of the ruins of the Heavenly Star Holy Land, and he had been ignoring the rumors of ghosts, and now he felt even more ridiculous. This is like his home, Zhang Ling has stepped on every place, kind and sour.

Ghosts?

It's just the human heart that has ghosts!

In the huge holy land, the treasures of the past are gone, and only the broken rubble is disdained and thrown down at will. Yao Chi and Tianchi were built on top of these ruins, and inexplicably, Zhang Ling had a strange hatred for these two holy places.

If he didn't feel for Yaochi before, and he was just wary and disgusted with Tianchi, now it has really turned into hatred, and even for a moment, Zhang Ling wanted to level the two holy lands.

They rose from the ruins of the Celestial Star, but they never came to maintain it, do they think that it is enough to just make a show and visit once every few years? This is the sacred land of the Terrans in the Southern Wilderness!

And it's the only Terran holy place!

When Huang Changyu and the three of them saw Zhang Ling again, they were all a little surprised. They felt that Zhang Ling seemed to be different, but they couldn't say it. There is just a faint feeling that Zhang Ling's momentum seems to be stronger than before, but he knows how to restrain himself more!

He was like a dormant beast, as if waiting for something!