It was dawn, and the rain had stopped.

The light fell through the clouds, and beams shone in, and the ruined dead city looked like an abandoned cemetery.

After Mu Shijing entered the city to chase and kill Lin Shouxi, the people in the Daomen surrounded the city by dividing the road, but they kept watch all night and never saw Mu Shijing come out.

Early in the morning, under the leadership of the Dao Sect Master, several elders entered the city together to find someone.

The Dao Sect Sect Master was a young woman.

She took the dust in her arms and walked slowly along the street.

On the bluestone slab, many traces of sword qi can be seen with the naked eye, and the doors and windows of the houses on both sides have also been broken a lot, and the tiles above are broken in large pieces.

They had fought fiercely here last night.

But the elders searched all the streets, but found no human figure or life.

The pair of teenagers and girls seemed to have evaporated out of thin air.

Finally, they followed the stairs to the platform of the Guanyin Pavilion.

"This should be the place where they will finally fight."

An elder leaned over to look at the ground, the hard stone and brick slabs were full of cracks, and the stone and wood chips were mixed and piled up, and it was hard to imagine how fierce the battle had been last night.

"Hmm."

The Sect Master tapped his head and continued to walk forward.

She stopped in front of the collapsed Guanyin Pavilion.

In the ruins of the Guanyin Pavilion, the statue of Guanyin with a thousand hands and thousands of eyes stands unscathed on the lotus platform, bearing a delicate seal, bearing the light and dew of the new sunshine, and the face is compassionate and indifferent.

Guanyin overlooked the earth, as if she was looking at the suffering of the world, and also seemed to look at her.

The elders followed behind her, afraid to speak.

This sect master of the Dao Sect is Mu Shijing's master.

She carried a fence, like a foggy curtain fell, all the way to her waist and hips, covering her slender and graceful posture, leaving only the temperament that was as cold as an ice peak piercing the clouds.

Ten years ago, the old sect master of the Dao Sect died, and before he died, the old sect master left a letter in which the heir was written.

This heir was not in the Daomen, but hidden in the depths of the mountains, and the disciples searched for her according to the old sect master's suicide note, and then invited her out of the mountain.

No one knows her name, her age, no one has ever seen her true face, and no one has ever seen her actually make a move.

There is a legend that she is an immortal from outside the sky, so she is not stained with dust, and there is also a legend that she is the person behind the compilation of the cloud top list, so she is not in the cloud top list.

In short, the only thing that is certain is that she is very powerful, she is not only the key to the revival of the Daomen, but also teaches a girl like Mu Shijing, who is unparalleled in the world.

The morning light fills into the city, and the rain and mist above the head of the statue of Guanyin scatter into a rainbow, as if it is manifested.

"It's a pity."

The sect master looked at the rainbow, and suddenly opened his lips, and his voice was soft and indifferent, like her snow-white gauze skirt dancing in the wind.

"Yes, the sect master has spent ten years of hard work to train Miss as a successor, and now that the Demon Gate is gone, Miss is uncertain about her life and death, which is really regrettable." An elder answered on the side.

"It's a pity that I couldn't recover Naluoshu." She shook her head slightly, and seemed to be indifferent to Mu Shijing's life and death, "The child is really unreliable, I should have taken action myself." ”

The others looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Let's go back." The sect master said indifferently.

"But Miss, she ......"

"She's not dead."

"Not dead?"

Everyone was even more puzzled, obviously they couldn't find any trace of Mu Shijing in the whole city, why could the sect master be sure that she was not dead, if she was not dead, then where is she now?

The sect master didn't answer, but just looked at the statue of Guanyin faintly, as if this Guanyin was like a gate made of copper and iron, and another world was connected behind it.

Everyone was afraid of the majesty of the sect master, and they didn't dare to ask, so they had to give up the search for Mu Shijing and Lin Shouxi, and leave this land of right and wrong.

After the people dispersed one after another, the sect master of the white skirt and the fence glanced back at the statue of Guanyin with a thousand hands and thousands of eyes, the eyes behind the veil were full of cold light, her red lips moved slightly, and she only spit out two words:

"Evil obstacles."

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Am I still alive? Where is this......

Lin Shouxi felt that he was running wildly in the dark, something was chasing him behind him, he couldn't see anything, his strength was gradually exhausted, and his wheezing sound became more and more intense, but he didn't dare to stop, as if as long as he stopped, he would be torn apart by the darkness.

The muscles in his legs tightened and swayed numbly, but the cold touch had crept up his back.

It was as if the drowning man was struggling in a river without an embankment, and the undercurrent bound his hands and feet, dragging him little by little into the depths of despair.

The feeling of suffocation pressed his chest, and just as Lin Shouxi was about to lose consciousness completely, a wisp of fairy sound floated from behind him.

'Iniquity. ’

In the clear voice, the suffocation disappeared.

Lin Shouxi didn't have time to distinguish the source of the sound, so he just rushed forward and then ...... Wake up!

He sat up from the couch, pain still digging through his bones.

This...... Where is this?

Lin Shouxi looked around and found himself in a cramped wooden house, sleeping on a simple grass bed, with a lingering musty and sour smell between his nose, like a tomb soaked with water.

It was like I had a nightmare just now, and something was chasing me in the dream, as if it was ...... Someone saved me?

Lin Shouxi rubbed his head, unable to distinguish between dream and reality for a while.

He leaned against the wall and touched his chest with his hand - well, and his heartbeat, it didn't look like it was some kind of place like the Underworld.

He tried to remember again.

The memory from childhood to adulthood is mostly clear, and the picture of fighting the dead city with Mu Shijing, swinging his sword and slashing at a certain filthy evil god is still in my eyes, but once I think of it, it can't help but make people's brains hurt.

It doesn't seem that anything has gone wrong with the memory.

Lin Shouxi relaxed a little, and then he touched his body again, not to check the injury, but to see if Na Luo Shu was still there.

This is something that Master gave him to swear to protect to the death.

He searched all over his body and searched around, but he didn't find any trace of Luoshu.

Then he noticed that the black scales hanging from his chest were gone.

After so many years, although this black scale has not shown any peculiarity, after all, he has been wearing it for more than ten years, and it is a talisman, but now that he has lost it, his heart is still a little empty.

Soon, Lin Shouxi understood what it meant to be in trouble.

He tried to breathe, but found that his injuries were too severe to even function his true qi.

The cultivation realm has always been his biggest reliance, and now, this greatest reliance is temporarily gone.

Such an injury is fatal to others, but fortunately he is naturally strong, but even so, this injury may not be healed in ten days and a half months.

That woman is really heavy......

Lin Shouxi rested against the wall for a while, and when his strength recovered, he got out of bed, wanting to see where he was at the moment and who had saved him.

Following the glimmer to the door, Lin Shouxi bumped into something as soon as he stepped out of the house.

He had just woken up, his injuries had not healed, his steps were weak, his body was unable to maintain balance, and he soon fell to the ground.

Raising his head in pain, he vaguely saw a figure standing against the light, and the slender figure was also knocked back two steps, and only a few locks of white hair could be seen in the faint light.

The other party did not have the slightest chance of killing.

Was this old woman who saved me?

He struggled to get up, and called out to the old woman in a slightly hoarse voice.

But before the first two syllables came out, he was stunned.

He saw the other person's face clearly.

Between the graceful falling snow-white silk hair, there is a young and quiet face.

The girl was looking at Lin Shouxi, combing her delicate hair, and said:

"The real person sent me to see if you are awake, since you are awake, follow me to see the real person."

Lin Shouxi was shocked.

It was not that he was shocked by the childishness of the girl's appearance, but that he found that she was speaking a language he had never heard before, and what was even more terrifying was that he could understand and respond to it.