This cool light flowed down, and the dusty Shengyang Mansion lit up again, and this vague ignorance was like snow meeting blazing light, disappearing cleanly, the sea water rippled again, and the lotus blossomed again.

Li Ximing only felt that a cold and quiet meaning flowed in Shengyang Mansion for a week, like drinking ice and snow, and the ignorance in his heart disappeared completely.

'The sigil takes away this ignorance! ’

He felt a sense of joy in his heart, and his spiritual sense penetrated the Shengyang Mansion, and he saw the boundless darkness and emptiness, the sky below was bright, a breath of cold air sank under his tongue, sweet liquid poured out in his throat, and the thought of ignorance had passed.

At this moment, the spiritual consciousness has been separated from the body with the Shengyang Mansion, and the so-called 'mouth' is actually the Shengyang Mansion, but the spiritual consciousness has nothing to refer to, and it is replaced by the inherent senses, so it feels like the mouth.

And the cold meaning in his mouth is the supernatural power in the Shengyang Mansion, seeing that the rune is powerful, and he has reached the last pass in one breath, Li Ximing retreated happily, not daring to be careless, only closing his mouth tightly.

"And endless fantasies!"

So there was something in front of him, the flag fluttered, the golden stepped in the darkness, the horses neighed noisily, and the scolding moved the sky, and a troop of soldiers and horses appeared.

The group of people all wore golden armor, with different appearances, holding guns and guns, one by one, and the leader wore a phoenix-winged helmet on his head, covered his face with a mask, rode a tall horse, held the reins in his hand, stepped into the air, and when he held a golden gun, he pressed it against his throat.

"Drink!"

Suddenly, the people in gold armor around him, Zhang Jian drew his bow, and they all restrained him with weapons, Li Ximing looked down, his hands were empty, he was dressed in plain clothes, but he was just a mortal body.

"Who are you?"

The distant view became clearer and clearer, and he had reached the valley, and the general pressed against his throat and exclaimed:

"Why here!"

Li Xi knew that the magic power was in his mouth, but he refused to speak, the general was suspicious and angry, and the guards on both sides all forced him to ask, and a thousand people roared like thunder.

This little formation, how can it intimidate Li Ximing, he didn't speak, the general was furious, transferred his horse away, and scattered like the wind with all the guards.

Li Ximing frowned lightly, and a black-striped tiger came out of nowhere, biting his calf, only to hear a click, the tiger's teeth hooked the flesh, came out of the white bones and tendons, and the plasma splashed everywhere.

Li Ximing was in great pain, waved his hand to drive away, and a big snake with a purple head came out from behind him, its pupils were light yellow, slippery, and it tore his chest open in one bite, and walked away with the flesh in his mouth.

He reached for it, but he felt only a few bare ribs, and a triangular pit viper was jumping up, burrowing into his stomach in one go, tearing out his intestines in a hot bunch and scattering them all over the floor.

All kinds of poisonous insects and beasts pounced out from the corner, competing to snatch his body, Li Ximing was silent in a blur, and gradually forgot where he was, only knowing that the magic power was in his mouth, and he could not open his mouth.

Soon the beasts dispersed, the rain was pouring down, the lightning was thundering, and the general led the people here again, and brought a large copper tripod, which burned red, and the hot oil was hot.

He said:

"Who are you?"

Li Ximing still refused to respond, so he saw a group of people dragged from far and near, and the leader was gray-haired and old, it was the eldest father Li Xuanxuan.

The soldiers on both sides took out the board, and it was black and bloody, and beat the old man fifty boards, and came to ask him again, but when he didn't answer, they each took out a blood-stained file and began to file his five fingers.

The old man's mourning shook the sky, but Li Ximing still kept his mouth shut until the five fingers were filed, and the general picked up the old man, put it on top of the oil pot, and said coldly:

"Say no words."

The old man's blood was dripping, the oil bubbles were splashing, and the hot ones were all boiling bubbles, and the sand pleaded, Li Ximing should not do it, closed his eyes and didn't look, the general had to let go of his hand and ordered left and right:

"This demon spell is about to be completed, and you can't keep it."

So the armor soldiers came up on both sides, one of them held a gun, and stabbed it into the chest in the middle, making a muffled sound of the weapon entering the flesh and blood, and the other person swung a knife, his neck was cold, and the sky fell in front of him, Li Ximing almost let go.

After a moment of drowsiness, a darkness appeared in front of him, and the iron locks on both sides were heavy, over the crook of his arms, and his neck was tied around his waist and abdomen, so heavy that he couldn't raise his head, and two cold eyes fell on his face.

There were two people standing on the left and right, one holding the approval document, the small characters were like ants and flies, and there were vaguely some names of "Nine Ghost Envoys" and "Ten Generations of Ciwang", Li Ximing did not speak, and these two hooked the dead people did not ask him, all the way to the netherworld.

Li Ximing saw a collapsed city wall, all over the subway signs, two little ghosts were pouring copper juice with slender spoons, hot and red, and couldn't help but say, threw him in, pushed him into the copper juice with two spoons, and skillfully scooped up the copper juice and poured him.

This copper juice pierced his chest and stomach, burning him almost unconscious, if it was a mortal body, he would have lost his voice instinctively in early pain, and he could avoid it, but fortunately, this was the body of spiritual consciousness, which could barely be controlled.

After pouring it once, the little ghost scooped him up, and then heard a ghost say:

"It's rare to see such a tortured ghost, I'm afraid there are not many ghosts in the world."

The other ghost replied:

"Isn't it, the prince of the palace is in retreat, and the 'Shangwu' and 'Elman' have not returned to their places for a long time, and people are dead when they die, how can there be any ghosts to talk about."

The two of them turned him over, and the iron rod was pounded, the fire pit wok, and the sword mountain and sword forest were tried one by one, and the dead man was brought over by a white-haired old man halfway, and a ghost shouted:

"My lord, which Taoist friend did you bring?"

The dead man stood sideways beside the old man and replied:

"It's Chi Wei Daoyou."

Li Ximing almost said something, looked up, and sure enough, he saw an old man standing next to the dead man, dressed in Qingchi clothes, looking at him condescendingly.

The imp glanced at him and said with a smile:

"Is there a grievance? The king watched from heaven, he is the king of ten generations, and as soon as you open your mouth, you will knock this man down. ”

Li Ximing struggled for a while, hung his head and was silent, he didn't even moan in his heart, the little ghost gritted his teeth, and filed him with a knife more and more fiercely, and he suffered it all, and said:

"This person is cunning and sent to the sea as a woman."

Li Ximing followed to reincarnate in a sullen manner, and finally his eyes lit up, and now he couldn't even remember the supernatural powers in his mouth, but he couldn't open his mouth when he thought about it.

He looked around left and right, born in a rich family, but he refused to open his mouth to eat, nor did he refuse to take medicine, but his life was worry-free, but he didn't take medicine, and all kinds of diseases were in pain, he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound, and his family was only treated as a dumb girl, and he was born extremely beautiful.

But seeing that she never eats, she tried to break hard earlier, her lips were pursed like iron, no matter what, she couldn't pry the slightest bit, obviously she never ate, but she grew up day by day, and her parents were secretly afraid.

But he was sick in bed, unable to speak, but he was born beautiful, so his relatives came and went, and he didn't know the truth, so he often teased with words, secretly rubbed oil, and grew up until he was sixteen years old, and he was miserable.

Fortunately, Lu Sheng loved her very much, loved her for several years, and her health gradually improved, and she had a son and a daughter.

One day he was spinning at home, Lu Sheng's face was flushed, full of alcohol, he pushed the door in, lifted the male baby on the collapsed, looked at it coldly, and shouted:

"You haven't eaten for three years, what kind of demon is it? This son is dressed in human skin, is An Zhi human? The immortal chief on the road told me that you are sleeping with me to eat my official luck! ”

He was burly, grabbed the child in anger, and raised his feet above his head, Li Ximing couldn't take it, and Lu Sheng shouted:

"Say!"

Seeing that she didn't speak, Lu Sheng threw it hard, and the boy fell on the stone, shattered in response, and his brain cracked.

Li Ximing only felt a stream of blood rush into his brain, the cold meaning in his mouth surged back and forth, and some faint sounds came out of his throat, like thunder, and he was silent for a long time:

"Poof..."

His face turned pale and finally he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and spit out half of his tongue, mixed with the blood all over the ground, and everything mixed into a deep dark red, which flickered in front of his eyes.

He raised his head, Lu Sheng's anger reflected in his eyes, it was getting farther and farther away, and he rose lightly, quickly moving away from these infinite fantasies.

That cold breath rushed straight to his mind, everything in front of him quickly faded, reduced to endless darkness, and all memories returned to his mind, Li Ximing only felt as light as nothing.

The ice and snow in the giant court melted rapidly, and the intense flames gushed out, echoing in this hole, Li Ximing seemed to float from the boundless darkness to the infinite light, the gardenias were surging, the camel bells were ringing, and the eyes were bright.

"Boom!"

He only felt that he flew up from the same place and escaped into the place where the Infinite Truth Method was, the darkness and emptiness, the stars in the sky flickered far and near, and there seemed to be countless people sitting upright in the void.

Flying all the way to the top of the void, it seemed to be covered by clouds and mist, countless wreckage, the spiritual machine became thinner and thinner, and the void was also narrow and broken, turning gray, and his eyes hurt when he saw it, and he fell back to the bottom.

Below is a boundless desert, the pass stands on it, the gate of heaven is majestic, the seventy-two ridges on the corner tower are distinct, the white door foot has many lines, the bright light is dazzling.

His consciousness had been falling into it, and with this heavenly gate falling into the deepest depths, he finally fell from the vast void and fell back into the body of the present world.

Li Ximing suddenly opened his eyes.

It was dark in front of him, the sparse grass and trees were shaking in front of him, and the cold water turned into a little snow rolled down and ticked.

In front of him was a golden table, and the inky black jade box on it was shattered by mana and scattered all over the ground, as for the jade bottle containing Zi Ming Dan, he didn't know which corner it flew to.

The top of the mountain was in a mess, as if it had been ravaged by monsters hundreds of times, the jade pillar collapsed, and the tallest one smashed beside him, and the handwriting he left behind was dim, and it was hidden by vines so that it was difficult to see.

The formation patterns of the aura gathering on the ground were also scattered, and the grass and trees were illuminated by the bright light, growing arbitrarily, covering almost the entire mountaintop, and small golden sand shimmers were scattered all over the ground, and golden-white smoke drifted back and forth.

It was the darkest time in the sky, the moon stars were scarce, the white moonlight flowed, and the golden-white smoke on the ground shone with a faint brilliance, but there was a different kind of beauty.

"Whoa......

Li Ximing stood up from the ground, and the dead leaves on his body fell to the ground with a clatter.

There was no longer any light in the young man's pupils, and there was no bright light around his demeanor, and the golden-white robe even looked a little ordinary, and he was getting younger and younger, and his skin was getting whiter and whiter.

Li Ximing doesn't seem to have changed much from before, except that there is a little more white and gold dot at the center of his eyebrows, which is not a painting or a dot, and it is bright and flickering like the light of the sky, shining in all directions.

Li Ximing didn't move for a long time, and the back of his head slowly spread out circles of colored halos, and the golden-white Mingyang supernatural color emerged from his side, draped over him, and rose to the sky, more than nine feet high.

He finally moved his lips and teeth and spat out the heavenly light.

Before the sky light landed, the purple flame ignited out of thin air, like a flexible snake, swimming and flying in mid-air, the flame outside the ultraviolet and the inner gold, scorching, the dazzling flame light was scattered around the sky gold powder, shining, blown by the fire, diffused everywhere.

The purple flame spread along the ground, and the whole Wushan was lit up between breaths, and as the purple flame spread, gardenia trees grew in place, rising from the ground, the crown was broad, and the white gardenias fell in the rolling flames, scattered all over the snow.

The purple flames of the waves rushed into the sky, the outer ultraviolet and the inner gold, burning the sky one step ahead of others.

And the brilliant morning light is rapidly rising from afar, the purple fire of the mountain is soaring into the sky, Li Ximing is dressed in bright sunlight, standing under the gardenia tree, snow-white petals rolling all over the ground.

The first rays of dawn light passed through the formation and landed in his pupils.

The next moment, this morning light was already trapped in his eyes, his eyes turned into light gold, and the brilliance flowed, and the golden pupils of the earlier were immediately extremely perfect.

The eyes slowly lifted in the firelight, looking far south, the sky overhead the clouds dissipating and shedding a bright white glow.

"It's dawn."

……

Lake Mochizuki.

There is some light snow on Mochizuki Lake, the moonlight is bright, the cold lake light is reflected, the evening breeze is blowing, the waves are sparkling, and the sky is back and forth, there are some fairy weather.

At the right time, most of the lights on Mochizuki Lake were extinguished, but many monks patrolling the lake and guarding the lake never rested, coming and going, flying around the lake, like ribbons.

Qingdu Mountain is full of grass and trees, the Fu Pavilion on the side peak is made of mahogany, delicate and simple, the old man washed the inkstone in front of the pavilion, went in with the Fu ink, spread the rune paper on the table, and paused for a while.

The old man had always been busy, and the night was late, but when it came, he never stopped writing, and was still drawing a stroke, only looking at the vermilion rune showing little by little on the yellow paper, exhaling and finishing another rune.

Li Xuanxuan put it away, and suddenly found that the brilliance in front of him was quite bright, and he casually extinguished some magic lamps, and suddenly felt that something was wrong:

"Where does the brilliance come from..."

He looked up and saw that there were already a dozen monks standing scattered on the lake, near and far, all looking at the east side of the lake, these people were covered with golden light, and their shadows were stretched long on the lake.

The old man's gaze shifted, and at last he saw the golden morning light rising brilliantly.

The golden brilliance was reflected in his cloudy pupils, and the talisman pen in the old man's hand fell on the case with a click, rolling down twice, staining the talisman paper with ink, and ruining this one in vain.

Li Xuanxuan didn't seem to hear it, he held the window with one hand, his old face was full of morning light, tears appeared in his eyes, and he forced himself to close his eyes and breathe heavily.

On the twenty-second day of the winter moon, when the moonlight of Mochizuki Lake retreated, the sky was bright.

(End of chapter)