Just walked a short distance, looked up, Zimo saw that the place was full of smoke, there were ruins everywhere, and there were many corpses lying there on the ground, some of which seemed to be hastily buried, revealing a few broken arms, which seemed to be caused by fighting with people.

Zimo walked along a path all the way forward, could it be that this place had just experienced a war? Otherwise, how could there be so many corpses, and they looked like they had just died.

Are you in the formation or in reality? Zimo was a little confused.

As soon as he walked a short distance, Zimo heard the sound of shouting and killing, he hurriedly flew in the air, and saw a low valley in front of him, two sides of the people and horses were fighting, about a thousand people, one side was wearing red armor, the other side was wearing black armor, there were many corpses lying on the ground, and some even had a broken arm, still rushing to the enemy without fear of death.

Zimo looked at it for a while and found that the red side had begun to rout, but he did not intervene in the battle between these mortals, no matter which side he helped, it was unfair to the other side, because he was a monk and could not easily intervene in the war of mortals, so he chose not to help the two.

Sighing, Zimo continued to fly forward for dozens of miles, and Zimo saw another fight, not a fight to be exact, but a group of people chasing a group of old, weak, sick and disabled in a one-sided slaughter, they raised their knives and fell, and those who were powerless fell under their knives one by one.

There was a person who was holding a knife and stabbing a five or six-year-old child, Zimo couldn't stand it anymore, and popped out a vitality and shot down the man's knife, but the man didn't care, ran over and picked up the knife and killed the child.

Zimo appeared in front of the man in a flash and kicked him far away, but the man didn't seem to feel the pain and crawled towards his knife.

Frowning, Zimo felt a little strange, how could these mortals be so persistent, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he broke the man's legs, and then he restrained all the people around him who were holding weapons.

But the eyes of those who were rescued were still filled with fear, some fled into the distance, and some desperately waited for death.

Shaking his head, Zimo didn't continue to look at it.

Along the way, Zimo encountered no less than dozens of battles, some large and small, some were extremely tragic, and some were evenly matched, it turned out that not only monks, but also mortals fought so fiercely, those who were in the upper echelons for their own selfishness, how many corpses could they step on to climb to that position.

Zimo originally wanted to ask what kind of place this was, but those people only cared about running away or fighting, and no one answered him.

After a day's time, Zimo finally arrived at a city with two big characters written on it: Bingxie.

The walls were not clearly visible from a distance, and they were blurry, as if they were obscured by something.

Why is this called Bingxie, according to Zimo's understanding, the meaning of these two words is the disaster caused by the war, although the places that have passed before are all wars and wars, but this place looks like a paradise, and there is no war to spread, and I can't figure it out for a while.

The gray-black city gate was guarded, Zimo did not fly, but walked in directly, after all, it is very taboo to fly into many cities, and it is not allowed, he wants to know where this weird place is.

"I don't know this gentleman, but this is the Flame Extinguishing Continent?"

Zimo saw a person who looked like a teacher and asked with a smile.

The man stopped and glanced at Zimo, his expression a little vigilant, "I don't know about the Flame Extinguishing Continent, I only know that this place is called Bingxie City." ”

In this way, Zimo asked many people in a row, and they all said that they didn't know about the Flame Extinguishing Continent, but they had been living here, and they seemed to be living happily, some people were spitting fire in their mouths on the streets, some were performing shadow puppet shows, and some children were chattering around the candy man stall.

At this time, Zimo saw an old man, full of white hair and a white beard hanging down his chest, he was sitting in the middle of the road, with a table and a canvas next to it, with four big characters written on it: Bing Xie points the way!

Those pedestrians passed by the old man with respectful looks, and there was a five or six-year-old child beside him, sitting on the ground licking the sugar gourd, and the old man looked at Zimo walking over, with a smile in his eyes.

Zimo was very strange why this old man was sitting in the middle of the road, as if he was just blocking his way.

"Old man, but you are showing the way?"

Zimo stepped forward and asked with his fists clenched.

"Nature shows the way, but I just don't know if it's your way."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled, patting the boy's head, "Grandson, go and move a stool for someone's house." ”

The boy was very well-behaved, and when he heard the old man's words, he got up and ran to the house next to him, and brought a stool to Zimo.

Zimo smiled on his face, touched his head, and sat down.

"The old gentleman has not shown the way for the younger generation, how can he know that it is not my way?"

Zimo took out a pot of wine from the storage bracelet, handed it to the old man, took out another pot himself, and drank it one by one.

This is the wine that Xie Xuan gave to Zimo when he was in Yucheng, the good wine that has been stored in their house for many years, in Xie Xuan's words, the good wine naturally has to be drunk by the best brothers, which is the fun.

"It's a good wine, but it has less flavor!"

The old man was not polite, picked up the wine and took a sip, pursed his lips and sighed.

"But there's less smell of home?"

Zimo narrowed his eyes and asked casually.

"Not bad!"

The old man's eyes showed reminiscence, he looked at Zimo and continued, "The old man has not yet answered what you just said, since you are asking for directions, it means that you don't know where your path is, so no matter what I say, it is not your way, your own way, after all, you need to walk by yourself, the road, not asking, but coming out." ”

Zimo was shocked when he heard this, "You need to go your own way!" ”

He murmured.

Since he has cultivated so far, has someone secretly manipulated every step he has taken, remembering that his father and mother were killed by the gaze above the sky in his dream, is there really an incomparably powerful existence that has been controlling his fate? Is it a dream, or is it real?

From getting the black beads, then meeting Baili Spring and Autumn, and then arriving in Yucheng, encountering Zangwandao, all of this is a coincidence, or is it destined to go?

"Everything in the world has not happened yet, it is called the unknown, and after it happens, looking back, you will find that those encounters, sees, knows, and thinks, they are connected into a line, which is called inevitable."

The old man looked at Zimo with some pity in his eyes, and he said softly, "Child, those must actually have a name, called fate, and fate cannot be changed!" ”

Suddenly, Zimo laughed loudly, the last thing he believed in was fate, "Old man, since you drank my wine, some things have changed, otherwise, how can you talk freely with me as a living person!" ”

As soon as Zimo said this, the old man's face suddenly changed, he suddenly got up, and his figure swayed a little, "Aren't you a soul, but a living person!" This can't be, no one can get in here except him, who are you? ”

Zimo didn't know who the old man was talking about, but he knew that he was a living person, and this city looked prosperous and lively, but those people were not people, Zimo saw a dead air that had existed for many years from their faces, and there was a deep resentment.

"Can the old gentleman tell me now where my path is?"

Zimo ignored the old man's shock and asked again.

"You already know, so why bother?"

The old man sat down in his chair dejectedly, his face was full of bitterness, he didn't dare to think about it for so many years, he didn't dare to admit it, but he was really dead.

Zimo also knows his answer, the road is in his heart, the heart is the foundation, as long as he follows his own heart, then any road is his own way.

"I was a great general, and I was ordered to guard a city, which is where I have lived for decades, and because I often fight, I have never slackened for a moment, and I dare not relax."

When the old man said this, he took another sip of wine and glanced at his grandson.

"Later, a big war broke out, the enemy army was menacing, we fought for three days and three nights, the soldiers could not resist, the city was captured, they died, wounded, fled, the people in their hometown were displaced, I was seriously injured, and finally I had no choice but to escort my family to flee, I was not afraid of death, but I was afraid that my family would die because of me, after all, they were innocent."

Sighing, the old man hugged his grandson on his lap, and the boy handed the sugar gourd in his hand to Zimo to eat, Zimo smiled and shook his head.

"We traveled all the way north, preparing to take refuge in our hometown, in the process of fleeing, my three sons and I were killed by the enemy in order to protect our family, except for me, all three sons were killed by the enemy, among the three sons, the eldest son married and had children, the other two sons were unmarried, only 17 years old, and finally only me and my wife, grandson and daughter-in-law remained."

There was sadness in his eyes, as if this was a memory that he deliberately avoided, and Zimo was also a little sad to hear it.

"We have been going on for a long time, and during the journey, my wife was heartbroken because of my son's affairs, and she became seriously ill, and died of depression in my arms."

The old man's fingers trembled a little, "Later, the three of us met robbers, those robbers coveted my daughter-in-law's beauty, and threatened my and my grandson's lives, and violently attacked her, my daughter-in-law hanged herself on a dead tree, originally I and my grandson could not escape the fate of being killed, but fortunately I met him and rescued me and my grandson, which is only ten miles away from my hometown, but my son, my wife, my daughter-in-law, they stayed in that cold wasteland forever, and never came back, speaking of which, along the way, my great general not only did not protect his wife and son, but it affects them, which is really a bit ridiculous. ”

"I thought that when I was young, I killed countless enemies and was used to seeing other people's life and death, but once these things fell on me, I knew that I was not used to it, after all, I am also a living person, isn't it?"

The old man looked up at the gloomy sky, not knowing whether he was asking himself or Zimo.

"Then he told me that if I wanted to, he would be able to take me and my grandson home and see my relatives, and I agreed without thinking, so he took us to Bingxie, where I lived forever, and I met my former subordinates who had long since died, and my friends, and of course my family."

Speaking of this, he turned his head sideways and looked at the house next to him, and a man came out of it, who looked to be about twenty years old, he looked at the old man and said with a smile, "Dad, are you still here to show people the way?" It's time to eat. ”

"You eat first, and I'll go back later."

The old man smiled, patted his grandson on the head, and told him to follow the child back.

"You shouldn't be like that!"

Zimo saw that the man had already carried the child into the house, looked at the old man, and said softly.

"You're right, after coming here, I really saw my relatives, but as the years went by, I found that I wouldn't get old, but when I thought about how old I was, I became what I am now, at first I was very scared, but when I thought of my family, I gradually settled down, but he would often call me out and fight with him, those people were people I didn't dare to imagine, they were all immortals!"

Speaking of this, his appearance suddenly changed, and he became a middle-aged man who was only about forty years old.

Zimo's eyes were complicated, he already knew who he was, that was Bai Yunji, and this old man had already died, somehow, leaving a remnant soul.

In Zimo's opinion, he was actually dead, and he was already dead on the way to escape with his family, but the powerful resentment did not dissipate him, and he came to Bingxie City with the grandson who existed in the memory, although in Zimo's opinion, they should have been reincarnated a long time ago, but it seems that he is also very happy with this kind of life.

Zimo left Bingxie City with a hint of sadness, and he looked back to see that the old man had turned into an old man again, holding his grandson and watching him go away.

He flew up to the sky above the city, and he saw that it was not a city, but a huge gray-black sword, and the entrance was the hilt of the sword.

It turns out that this is the so-called answer, it turns out that those lonely and helpless remnants have been living in this sword, and this has become their home, it turns out that this time the formation is not offensive at all, but a question, asking a person's heart, and Zimo has found his heart.

Bing Xie seals the soul, not only a person's soul, but also their roots, which is their obsession before death, and it is unforgettable for a lifetime.

At this moment, the huge gray-black long sword slowly flew up from the ground with a rumbling sound, and the people who fought outside the city that Zimo saw also turned into wisps of black qi and poured into the sword body, and as the sword got closer and closer to Zimo, it became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a nine-foot long sword and fell into his hand.

"The Soldier Sealing Soul Sword can detain a person's remnant soul, and it can also release the power of the remnant soul to confront people.

The voice Zimo heard was none other than Bai Yunji.

And Zimo felt that his black Dao foundation, the seventh layer had begun to slowly build, he took out a piece of Yuan Qi essence, held it in the palm of his hand, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged in the air.