Liu March opened his eyes, and his eyes were still blood-colored, vague, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The vision is very dim, and Liu March doesn't know if it's a problem with his eyes.

The body is full of pain.

Are you dead?

Liu March remembered what Bu Operator said to him that day.

- You're going to die, Liu March.

Should it be dead?

Otherwise, why is it so dark?

But beneath him is the earth, not the river Styx, which sends everything on earth to the underworld.

Liu March struggled to sit up, but didn't use any strength. It's as if he's unconscious in his hands and feet.

Liu March remembered the last scene she saw.

Someone with a sword walked over in the fog of the green mountains.

Unfortunately, he didn't see who that person was, so he passed out.

Liu March rested for a long time, and finally felt a trace of pain from his arm.

To be able to hurt means to be able to drive.

Liu March held the ground again and finally sat up.

He seems to be lying under a tree.

Liu March squinted, trying to identify the environment around her.

There were blood-like fallen leaves everywhere - maybe it was really a problem with my own eyes.

Or maybe it's a maple leaf.

Liu Yueyue looked back at his body, and there was an extremely serious sword wound in front of him from his shoulder to his ribs.

It's just that for some reason, the sword looked hideous, but it only stayed at the depth of the bone, and didn't really hurt his own heart.

Liu March was silent for a while, trying to mobilize the power in the Divine Sea.

There was a faint wind around his body, but it was not damage.

It's just trying.

This is a bit incomprehensible.

It was as if the last thing I saw was just an illusion.

But the sword wound clearly confirmed the existence of that scene.

So what kept the man from killing himself?

Liu March sat leaning against the trunk of the tree for a long time, and tried to stand up.

There was some pain in the body, but it was still acceptable.

There seemed to be the sound of water nearby, Liu March squinted, found a stick to hold onto, and walked in the direction where the sound of water came from.

The ground is full of leaves, and when you step on it, you can mix it with the sound of running water, and there is a different kind of peace.

The sound of water came from a nearby creek.

Liu March walked over with the branch, lay down by the stream, and washed his face with the stream water.

It wasn't until the blood scabs deposited on his face were washed away that what Liu March saw became clearer, although he still had a blood-colored filter, but he didn't see anything vaguely like before.

Liu March raised her eyes and looked around.

Only then did I see where I was.

It was a maple forest, and large maple leaves were clustered overhead, blocking the light, which made the vision of his vision a little dim.

Liu March frowned and looked at this place, not knowing where this was, and not knowing why she was here.

Lowering his head and washing the filth on his body in the stream again, Liu Yue stood up with a stick and went down the clear stream.

I don't know how long I walked, but everything in front of me gradually brightened.

Liu March walked through the maple forest, walked out, stopped outside and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

After adjusting to the change in light, I looked at everything in front of me in amazement.

This is somewhere on top of a green hill.

Flowers and plants are flourishing, and the colors are strange and gorgeous.

Clouds and mist are surging everywhere, and maple leaves are scattered.

Where is this?

Liu March is very sure that there should be no such place in the world.

"Are you awake?"

A warm voice came from not far away.

Liu March turned his head, only to find that there was a scholar-like person not far away who was leaning on a mountain rock, holding a pen and paper, writing something, a body of witch and ghost power, extremely rich.

"Who are you?" Liu March asked vigilantly.

The scholar smiled and said, "You can call me Ziyuan." ”

Liu March frowned and thought for a long time, and didn't remember where there was such a name in the world, standing in place for a long time, Liu March walked towards the scholar, stopped at the side of the mountain rock, was silent for a while, and asked, "Why am I here?" ”

Ziyuan said softly: "Because the adult saved you." ”

"What sir?"

Zi Yuan didn't answer this question, looked down at the scroll written in his hand, and said softly, "You can see her when you cross this bridge of clouds and rain." ”

Liu March looked in front of him, on the edge of the cliff, there was a green vine suspension bridge, looking down, everything was not in the clouds, I don't know how high.

"Why did he save me?" Liu March was very puzzled by this question.

Ziyuan smiled and said, "I don't know, if you want to know the answer, just go over and ask." ”

Liu March was silent for a while, looked at Ziyuan's appearance that he had never stopped writing, and asked, "What are you writing?" ”

Ziyuan thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's a story, a story you don't know." ”

Liu March didn't ask any more, turned to look at the green vine bridge hanging in the clouds, thought for a long time, and walked up with his legs raised.

The suspension bridge is very long, and when you walk on it, you start to swing.

Liu March held the green vine on the side and walked carefully on the bridge deck.

Ziyuan sat on the edge of the mountain rock, tilted his head to look at this scene, and said softly: "Did the king also walk over like this back then?" ”

He is not asking others, but himself.

Too many years have passed.

He doesn't remember a lot of the stories clearly.

Liu March didn't know what the man named Ziyuan was talking about behind him.

When he stepped onto the suspension bridge, the sound of the mountains and forests disappeared.

There was silence all around, and there was a faint sound ringing in my ears.

It was like a cloud was surging.

Looking back, Ziyuan's figure was no longer visible.

It's like walking between heaven and earth out of thin air.

Liu March took a deep breath and tried to harness the wind.

However, the power in the sea of gods began to emerge, and it was erased by some irresistible factor.

Yes.

Erase.

It's like someone doesn't like this kind of power.

Liu Yue looked at those Dao Yun who had just begun to pour out of the Divine Sea and then annihilated.

If you don't like it, why save it?

Liu Yueyue's heart was full of questions, so she walked slowly towards the other end of the suspension bridge step by step.

The sky was getting darker, and although the light was not visible, the light that shimmered in the clouds was still a harbinger of the passage of time.

The wind was blowing.

It is the wind which is moist in Osawa.

Liu March is very familiar with this kind of atmosphere.

At the same time, the suspension bridge began to ripple.

Liu Yueyue looked startled, sped up her speed, and headed towards the opposite bank.

I don't know how long it took, but the curvature of the suspension bridge gradually decreased.

Liu March looked at the shadowy flowers and plants in front of her, sped up, and finally left the suspension bridge before it was almost dark.

There was a rattling sound behind him. Liu Yue looked back and saw that the incomparably long suspension bridge had turned into countless vines in the fog and fell downward.

Seeing this scene, Liu March couldn't help but feel a little happy in her heart.

The power in the sea of gods cannot be used, and if it falls, even if it is really Daze below, it will be more than lucky.

After calming down on the edge of this cliff for a while, Liu March turned around and looked at everything in front of him.

The clouds are shallow, but they are thin enough to make it difficult to see what is further away.

At the foot of the foot is a quaint stone road, which is carved with many patterns that Liu March does not recognize, but it seems that because of the age, it has been worn out a lot, and the rest is covered with moss, which is difficult to distinguish.

Countless green vines are wrapped around the road, and they are full of tiny flowers of various colors.

Liu March looked at it a little, and walked forward along the stone path with the stick he had picked up.

After walking for a while, Liu March suddenly heard some singing voices in those clouds.

It was a gentle woman's voice.

Liu March was silent for a while.

Keep walking.

I don't know how long it took.

An extremely tall and majestic jade platform appeared in front of him.

Originally, it may have been an incomparably gorgeous and solemn Baizhang high platform, but now it is a damaged appearance.

The jade steps shattered, and all the gems set in them fell off and were buried in the dirt and moss.

The singing came from the stage.

Liu March was silent in the audience for a long time, and then walked up step by step with a stick.

When he walked to the last jade step, Liu Yueyue suddenly lost his strength, and he didn't hold the stick in his hand for a while.

And he fell forward.

It's like kneeling.

The singing stopped.

Liu March looked up at the stage.

An incomparably ancient and huge cyan tree, growing on a high platform in the shade of the sky.

The trees are covered with countless large, colorful flowers.

There was also a barefoot woman wearing a long black dress with ancient and intricate ornamentation, holding a maple umbrella diagonally, sitting with her back to Liu March among the flowers on a branch of a tree, and the power of the mighty Styx was so strong that the world could see the flowing shape, like a flowing cloud around the woman.

Liu March knelt there in a daze.

I forgot to get up, and I forgot the problem I thought about all the way.

The woman in black stood up on the tree and said softly: "Liu March, it is a good name, it is best to be March at four o'clock, and you will never go back to the youth." It's just the world, and if you don't go back, how can you be a teenager? ”

The woman in black turned around, on top of the ancient tree, looking down at Liu Yue condescendingly, her face was cold, but her expression was soft and sad.

"What do you say?"

Liu March knelt for a long time in a daze and did not answer this question.

I finally remembered the question I wanted to ask.

"Who are you?"

The black-robed woman looked back at the fog, looked at the world, and said softly, "Wushan Goddess, Yao Ji." ”

Liu March knelt down and smashed the jade steps under her knees, and she had long forgotten all words in her heart.

It turned out to be the Witch Ghost Cult.

There really is a god.

This question, which has been hanging in the world for thousands of years, has finally been answered.

......

The fog on the Daze is slowly and regularly dissipating, as if something in the Daze is absorbing the mist full of the power of the Styx, and then slowly waking up.

Someone stood on the Yellow Mountain Range, quietly watching all this.

On this huge mountain range that separates the north and south of the world, a small figure is walking towards this place.

It's not that the people are too small, but that the Youhuang Mountains are too high and too big.

So it looks like an ant climbing a hill.

Finally the ant climbed up, a man with a sword hanging from his waist.

It's just that both the person with the sword and the person who has been standing on the cliff of the mountain range are all dressed in black robes.

Hide in the dark.

"I never thought you could really figure out the entrance to that place."

The man with the sword said with shock.

"This is something that no divination operator has done."

The man chuckled softly and said, "It's not that he can't do it, it's that he didn't calculate the right time." The world is fluid and changing, just like the missing number that he has pursued all his life—he also knows that fate is unobservable, but he still persistently seeks it. It's just that all kinds of things, in the final analysis, still depend on fate. ”

"Sometimes it has to happen." The man with the sword whispered, "What if you don't have one?" ”

The man was still smiling, and said softly: "There will always be in life, the world contains no two phases, if it is visible, then there will be no invisible." ”

"What is visible is nothing, and what is not seen is nothing. You people of the Dao are always so mysterious. ”

"That's just the rule."

"What about breaking the rules?"

The man fell silent, looked at the world quietly, and said softly, "The rules cannot be broken. ”

"Why?"

"Because the world is a flowing shadow." The man said slowly, "This is unacceptable and unforgivable. ”

The meaning in the words is very serious, and it is also very angry, but I don't know where the anger comes from.

After a long time, the man calmed down again.

"It's a pity that Liu March didn't die." The man with the sword said with some regret. "Although Bai Fengyu is dead, he is a person who cannot be seen in the world and has long been forgotten."

"It's a long thing." The man whispered, "Don't rush, take your time, let them see the world again." ”

The man with the sword didn't say anything more, and quietly looked at the Daze.

"She would have woken up." The man also looked at the Daze, "Maybe something happened in the River Styx that we didn't know about, and she returned to this world. ”

The man turned and walked slowly towards the north of the mountains.

"It was my impatience that made her wake up early."

The man with the sword stood on the top of the mountain for a long time, watching the fog slowly dissipate from Daze.

Those ancient things, which have sunk in the long river of time, are slowly pouring out in Daze.

......

Osawa taro sea.

Located on this land south of Yunmengze, there are nearly 10,000 wizards and ghosts with solemn expressions.

Behind them was the Fortress Pass.

Not long ago, the city was still under the control of the Huangliang Fake Capital, but when those great witches from Southern Chu left the three cities of Jiangluo and crossed the Huangliang to the side of Daze, everything here was out of control.

The world has always thought that there are not many people who practice witches and ghosts in Huangliang.

But that was the story of a thousand years ago.

After nearly a thousand years of recuperation, coupled with the massive expansion of the Hanging Courtyard in the Yellow Scorn Field, the wizards and ghost envoys have long since recovered.

As the world knows.

Yunmeng Daze lies between Huai'an and Huangliang, even if Shenhe dominated the world at the beginning, these two ancient lands are still in a relationship that looks like a god.

So when the banner of restoration was raised.

Thousands of responses.

One person raises his arms, and ten thousand follow.

But the Nanchu witches didn't raise their arms, they just kept their hands in their sleeves and walked out of the land of Nanchu.

So the sorghum began to move.

In the city of Dishu, there is an army of 800,000 people.

Huangliang naturally would not have so many defenders on the edge of Yunmengze.

Those were from the endless deep ocean south of the continent.

Even if the cultivators unanimously believe that there can be no huge existence that threatens the human world in the endless deep ocean, His Majesty the Emperor of the old Kyoto and the current False Capital has followed the cautious style of the empress thousands of years ago and left those defenders behind.

It's just that when Nan Chuwu came to Daze, they also followed.

Of course, yellow sorghum will always be yellow sorghum, and Yunmeng Daze will be between this continent for a day.

The two lands can never be one in harmony.

At this time, thousands of wizards stood quietly, as if waiting for something.

The people of the Northern Witch Road are also among them.

The cultivation world has always liked to look down on the Witch and Ghost Dao.

Southern Chu Wu has always looked down on the Northern Wu Dao.

But at this moment, whether it is the Southern Witch or the Northern Witch, they all come together.

Further on the edge, there is a low green hill.

On the hill sat a man with a missing lower lip, sitting with his eyes closed. The son of the Northern Witch Dao has no sorrow, behind him, there are many Southern Chu great witches sitting hand in hand, and the mountains that have been to Nanyi City are also among them, and beside him, there are three old wizards sitting - representing the three cities of Southern Chu, all of them are spirit witches.

With Southern Chu Wu's consistent contempt for the Northern Witch Dao, it was naturally impossible for the people of the Northern Witch Dao to sit with them.

However, the reappearance of some things in Yunmeng Daze.

The Northern Witch Dao was the first to come into contact with the existence of the Lost Sect.

It is also in the baptism of those vast and vast Styx powers, and the most benefits have been obtained.

For example, the son has no sorrow.

People did not doubt that this most outstanding young man in the Northern Witch Dao would be able to step into the realm of spirit witches.

But no one could have imagined that he would become a witch at such a young age.

It's just that even so, Southern Chuwu's attitude towards Northern Wu is still not very good.

The old spirit witch from Jiang Luo, named Shu He, took his gaze back from Daze, who was dispersing the fog, and looked at Gongzi Wubei, who was meditating with his eyes closed.

Meditation is not a nourishment.

Instead, half of his soul went to Daze's side.

The art of detention among ghosts.

The Northern Witch Dao originally didn't practice ghost arts, but when Yun Mengze's things covered Southern Chu, in their forgotten bloodline, those things that should have been remembered were also remembered.

Shu He looked at Gongzi without sadness, but he laughed sarcastically.

"The dignified Northern Witch Dao Master, even at this time, is still thinking about his brother's life and death, which is a little ridiculous."

Childe's mournless voice came out from under the witch robe.

"Ridiculous or pathetic, you don't understand."

"So brotherly?"

"I can't sleep if I don't know his life or death."

Hearing this, Shu He couldn't stop laughing, and stood up with his hands folded.

"If you hadn't sent him to Nanyi City at the beginning, the current Northern Witch Dao might not be able to have two Spirit Witch Overhauls."

Childe Wubei seemed to be chuckling softly: "So what? Since I came to the world first, then the Northern Witch Dao should be mine, not divided into two factions. As for the North Wudao being stronger and weaker, I don't care. ”

Beside Shu He, the spirit witch slave from Gao Xin slowly spoke: "It seems that those things that were rumored in the world back then are true. ”

Huang Liang once had a story about these two sons of Beiwudao.

The story is so cruel that people generally only dare to talk about it when they are hidden.

That is whether it is the flower killing the mother without sorrow, or the flower killing the mother without joy.

When Gongzi Wubei heard this, he was silent for a long time, and opened his eyes to look at Chennu.

"Do you want to die?"