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The Jing River is more than 9,300 miles long, starting from Kunlun, the mother of ten thousand mountains, passing through countless mountains, and finally the vast sea. Seen from the Nine Heavens, the Jing River looks like a white scarf left between the green mountains, and a section of this scarf is hazy in the middle. If you look closely, it turns out that it is shrouded in white mist. If anyone calculates, they will know that this section of the place shrouded in white fog is more than 230 miles long.

The white mist was thick, rising as high as the mountains on both sides of the river, and did not spread. There are people standing on the top of the mountain next to them, looking at the tumbling white mist under their feet like a rushing river, as if they are standing in the misty valley of the fairy mountain.

The hill opposite Xiuchun Bend has been flattened into a platform by people, and there are dozens of people standing there at this time, all of them are extraordinary, and there is a man and a woman standing there at the front, obviously the head of this group of people. The man among the two looked to be in his thirties, with three black wisps floating on his chest, wearing a yin-yang robe, and a leaf embroidered with a gold wire on his chest. Knowledgeable people knew that he was the elder of Jiuding Mountain in Obsidian Prefecture as soon as they saw his dress, and the golden leaves on his chest were the inscription of Jiuding Mountain.

The other was a woman who looked to be twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a calm gaze, as if everything in the world was nothing but dirt and trees in her eyes. Behind her was a woman with a light body and eyes like autumn waves, in stark contrast to her. One doesn't seem to take anything to heart, and the other seems to care about everything.

This hill is full of obsidian people, and on the other hills stand in twos and thirds with some strangely dressed people. There is a wind and rain pavilion on one of the hills, and there is the old man Yan Luoniang met in it, but now there are not so many people in the pavilion last night, only the other old man who played chess with him. At this time, the two of them were standing on the edge of the Wind and Rain Pavilion, looking at the white mist that almost overflowed the top of the mountain.

On the top of another green hill stood a monk, wearing a wide gray monk's robe, a nine-point red ring scar on his head, and a string of black Buddha beads in his hand slowly rotating between his thumbs, which was the Muzhen of Duchen Temple. On the top of another mountain stood a young Taoist with a pair of white eyebrows, wearing a purple Xuan Taoist robe, and two swords behind him, one blue and one purple, like scissors, he was the long eyebrows of Shushan.

There were almost all people standing on the hills on both sides of the river for two hundred and thirty miles, and on one of the mountains sat a young man like a young man, and on his knees lay a gray-white stone lyre, on which there was a mountain painting. He was slowly plucking the strings of the stone piano, and the faint sound of the piano lingered in the space on the top of the mountain where he was, and it did not spread, and there was no one on the top of the mountain around the mountain where he was, and the others seemed to be particularly afraid of him.

On the top of the outermost mountain in the Cuiping Mountains, Cuiping Niangniang and Xuankong are standing there side by side. I only heard Xuankong say: "Does Niangniang think he escaped this catastrophe?" ”

"Who knows, even the descendants of Fuxi don't dare to say that every hexagram they calculate can be valid." Cuiping Niangniang said casually.

"If he dies, what will the world think of Niangniang?" Lingkong said as he looked at the surging white mist.

"I don't owe him anything, I don't have to help him. I don't care what the world thinks of me. Cuiping Niangniang's usual relaxed and lazy expression finally changed at this moment, and at this moment she seemed to really reveal the determination and ruthlessness that could cut everything off for the sake of the avenue.

On the top of Kunlun Mountain, where no one noticed, there was a young Taoist hand holding a golden pagoda standing there, with a blue light flowing in his eyes, although he was just standing there quietly, he had a feeling of looking down on the common people.

On a relatively distant mountain, there is also a group of people standing there, but this group of people is from the Taoist sects of the mountains of Jiuhua Prefecture, and they are pointing and talking one by one. Someone exclaimed: "There are people from almost every faction in Obsidian, and this time it seems that we must regain the face we lost last time." ”

"What if he finds it back, there will only be a legend of Jiuhua Qianluo Mountain Ye Qingxue defeating Heizhou Yingjie alone, and there will be no legend of Heihua Yizhou Yingjie defeating Jiuhua Jinghe River God Chen Jing."

"yes, it's a pity......"

The crowd was silent.

Suddenly, someone said, "I don't think they can please me, you ......."

As he spoke, he picked off a green leaf in his hand and threw it down, and the green leaf drifted into the white mist with the wind, and suddenly turned into powder without a trace. Immediately, someone exclaimed: "What kind of means is this, is it a magic circle?" ”

"You don't feel the murderous aura in this white mist, the murderous aura is so strong that even the fog is affected by the murderous aura." One exclaimed. At this time, one of them said, "The way of cultivation of the gods is different from ours, and we have always felt that the gods of the world are just birds in a cage, and everything is just living within the rules. In fact, this is not entirely the case, although their spells and supernatural powers can be obtained by the talisman, but there is still a distinction between high and low realms. ”

Some people who don't know immediately ask how to divide it.

"Everyone knows that as soon as the little gods on this earth leave their own territory, they are just equivalent to the cultivation of our immortal Dao, even if they are high-level, they are only equivalent to turning gods. Therefore, they generally do not open their own divine domains, and the main means in their respective divine domains is to drive the power of mountains and rivers for their own use. ”

The man said casually, and his voice drifted away in the wind and disappeared into the namelessness.

On this day, some outsiders want to cross through the maple forest, but as soon as they enter the white fog, they will lose their way and eventually turn out. For several days, the fog did not disperse, and people from all over the country came to watch, all surprised, I don't know who said that you must not go in again before the fog clears, because the front is the place where the gods are fighting.

Later, after the white fog cleared, someone came to Heqian Village and found that the people in Heqian Village had nothing to do, so they immediately asked them how they had spent these days, and only after asking did they know that they had slept for several days.

continued to ask, only to learn that the people in Heqian Village had a dream at the same time, in which the Jing River turned into a river of blood, and countless immortals fell. Since then, people in Heqian Village have never gone into the Jing River to fish again. It's just that when someone wants to ask again, the people in Heqian Village don't say anything.

The river of fog is raging and will overflow the mountains.

The green hills are like islands in a sea of clouds, with only small hills exposed. On each hill, there were more or less one or two people standing on top of each mountain, either silent, or whispering, or carefully looking at the clouds and rivers at their feet.

On the top of the hill full of cultivators from Jiuhua and One Prefecture, a man who looked in his forties and looked majestic was looking at the thick foggy river and said unhurriedly.

"The spells of people in Shinto are similar, and they can be used when they become gods, and they don't have to be comprehended and practiced like us. There are many gods who have only been able to use the spells contained in the talismans for the rest of their lives, but there are also people who are extremely talented and can comprehend things other than the power of the mountains and rivers from the heavens, the earth, and the mountains and rivers. ”

"Real person, can there be anything higher than the power of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers?"

"Hehe, no matter what power is exhausted, the power of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers is also the same, turning the limited power into infinite power is what my generation of practitioners pursue in their lives, although the divine way is different from the immortal way, but the avenue is the same, and the ultimate goal is also to pursue infinity in the finite, whether it is life or magic power. This Jing River was once lacking in aura after the dragon king Xinglang flooded Kunlun, and it has only slowly recovered for more than a year, so the power of this mountain and river is also exhausted. ”

"Even the power of these mountains and rivers is exhausted, so how can it not be exhausted."

"Potential, potential." The dignified-looking Taoist pointed to the white mist that was almost past the top of the mountain and said, "You have seen what this white mist looks like, like a rushing and turbulent river. The surging momentum of this white mist is a fusion of the momentum of the Jing River, and it has increased tenfold and hundredfold. The most important point is that this potential was formed on the Jing River, and the power of the Jing River has been fused into the potential, and it is difficult for ordinary cultivators to enter it and stand firm, let alone fight the method. ”

As he spoke, one of the people on the Obsidian side suddenly came to the front, and a sky-like light appeared on his forehead and eyebrows.

"That's a disciple of the Obsidian Heart Lantern Sect, seeing that his eyebrows are white, he has obviously reached the realm of transforming gods."

The people here in Jiuhua Prefecture all watched, and listened to the words of this real person who didn't know which faction it was, and admired in their hearts that in addition to his extensive knowledge, they also admired the extraordinaryness of the disciples of the Heart Lantern Sect, who had already reached the realm of transforming into gods at such a young age.

From a distance, he watched the disciple of the Heart Lantern Sect stand in front of the foggy river and look at it for a while, and suddenly pinched the magic trick in his hand, and a little light in the center of his eyebrows suddenly lit up, and the bright light submerged and swallowed his body, and when the bright light disappeared, only a little light floated in the air.

"A little heart lamp shines on the soul, and the heavens and the earth are still clear. This is the first sentence of the Heart Lantern Sect's Heart Lantern General Outline, it is rumored that when the Heart Lantern is lit, it can break all illusions in the world, and when it is high, it can illuminate the Nine Hells. The dignified-looking Taoist looked at the little light and disappeared into the billowing white mist, and said unhurriedly.

Everyone couldn't help but look at him sideways, but he didn't seem to notice everyone's gaze at all, and looked carefully at the white mist. Everyone thought to themselves: "He actually knows the first sentence on the general outline of the heart lamp, that is, he must have read the whole book, otherwise how could he know everything about the heart lamp spell." …… Who is he? What is the origin? ”

"It seems that it is right for the Obsidian Prefecture to send the disciples of the Heart Lantern Sect down." Someone said.

"Hehe, if this is just a phantom array, it would be right to send him down to explore the array." The dignified-looking Taoist smiled and said.

Just as his words fell, there was a faint sound of sword groaning flowing out of the foggy river, and the faces of the two people on the Obsidian side changed. After another period of time, I still didn't see the disciple of the Heart Lantern Sect come out.

Everyone couldn't help but think in their hearts: "That Heart Lantern Sect disciple is only afraid that it will be folded inside." ”