That year, he was injured by his father's wrist, and blood gushed out, attracting countless locusts and demons to eat.

He was hollowed out of his internal organs, sucked out the blood of his whole body, and still remembered the long and terrible pain of those years, which was more terrible and desperate than cutting off his head.

There is only a trace of chaotic soul, unwilling to be blown away by the fierce wind between heaven and earth.

Then he saw the light.

The light he saw in the dark, damp abyss pulled him back into the light of the world.

For so many years, he and Lin Yuan's sister have been children picked up by Father Shan's return to the mountain realm, and everyone said that Father Shan's love for Lin Yuan is even greater than him.

Because Lin Yuan was carefully cared for in the Shili Lake, away from the strife in the world and the infestation of demons.

And he returned to the wall, but he had to shoulder the responsibility of the son of the mountain god, guarding the empty Cangshan for the mountain father, and dispersing the sea monsters from the demon domain.

Every time I come back scarred, I only know the pain.

But he knew that was not the case.

Lord Mountain Father brought Lin Yuan and him back before and after, but he got the most of them.

He had died, and it was forbidden to resurrect people from the dead, but the mountain father used half of the mountain's divine power to reincarnate his internal organs and reunite his soul.

It is not so much that he is the son of the mountain god, but that he is the lifeblood of the half of the empty mountains.

Father Fang Cai apologized to Bailian and said that he was not given a complete empty mountain.

It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.

The old man's voice sounded helplessly, and now Lin Guiyuan's tragic appearance made him unbearable.

"Everything has a cause and effect, you live for a lifetime, but you have to go through the pain of death twice, this is the test of destiny for you, death does not mean a desperate situation, a desperate situation does not mean the end of the road.

Child, you just need to remember that you no longer live as a son of the mountain god, because now the responsibility of guarding the empty mountain does not lie with you, from this day on, you are the mountain ghost, the mountain ghost who guards your new master, the new mountain lord, this ...... It's your responsibility. ”

Regarding the old man's words to change his fate at will, Lin Guiyuan cherished his head as if he had received an oath.

One word, one brand.

It is also a sin that he can never get rid of.

"Doom...... means restart, which is ...... Your time, exile...... 10,000 years, homeland...... It's gone, it's gone......" The voice is hoarse like a dead vine and an old tree, and the lamp is dry, so it's better to go back.

The land of the divine realm has existed forever, and the homeland is not there, but is no longer in his heart.

I've been exiled for so long that I've forgotten what my hometown is like......

But after all, he was still lonely in his family and homeland.

Exile from this life......

On the dry and fallen ancient tree, a crimson spark was ignited, like a fire, and like the old man's old life.

Starfire took away the remnants of the ancient tree, as if summoned by some magical power, and slowly rose into the sky and stars.

Lin Yuan looked up at the night sky that was about to break, his lips trembling slightly.

......

......

After the final goodbye, Brian's things began to increase.

The mirror realm below the mountain realm, that is, the place where the old man of the sacred tree fell, is actually just as Wen Yu thought, there are treasures hidden in the mountains.

It was a divine mansion hidden in shadows, and the geographical location of the divine mansion in the outside world that was destroyed and sealed with the crystal nucleus of the blood river was extremely compatible.

The skills and exercises that Lin Yuan and Lin Guiyuan have always learned are derived from it.

The knowledge that Brian has learned in this life is too poor, and in the following days, he soaked in the god's mansion all day to absorb knowledge.

I don't know if it's because I inherited the mountain seal, or because I'm talented, but I don't forget the content of the Shenfu classics in the mountain realm.

Bai Lian has not been in a hurry to practice in the past ten days, or to find a powerful and suitable exercise for himself to quickly improve his strength.

After all, stabilizing the mountain situation is the most urgent thing now.

Since he inherited the position of the new mountain lord, he naturally can't take care of it without understanding anything.

Fortunately, his learning ability is amazingly strong.

Ten days later, out of the Divine Mansion in the Mirror Realm, Brian already had a preliminary plan.

On this day, Brian was sitting under the tree tossing the black heart harvested from Yang Zhao.

He held the heart in one hand, a blank wooden board on his knees, and a sharp carving knife that Lin Guiyuan had made according to his request in his right hand.

At his feet was a basic black parchment.

A punch bigger than an adult, I don't know what kind of stone material the heart is made of, has been pierced by Lin Yuan.

But he could vaguely see that there were countless hair-thin lines in the heart of the stone, and those lines would not have been recognizable if they had been placed in the past.

Fortunately, there are corresponding records and explanations in the book collection in the Divine Palace.

This is a rune, and it is not a rune drawn with cinnabar in ordinary drawings.

The spiritual aura that remained between the hook and the horizontal told Bai Lian that this was an infinite number of Dao talismans carved out with a stroke of exquisite and pure spiritual power.

In the end, he succeeded in imitating a human heart, and then used magic to control it in the heart.

This is the puppet technique of the Demon Sect.

It sounds simple, but it's as difficult as sand reclamation.

A cultivator's cultivation is a kind of rebellion against the heavens, but a person with such a unique spiritual power as a fellow practitioner can only be seen in legends.

Brian once asked Jinsheng how to practice spiritual power, and what he got in exchange was Jinsheng's angry white eyelids.

The answer he gave was that even he was not qualified to answer the question.

Because even the thirteenth sword of the dignified Heavenly Seal, in terms of cultivating spiritual power, it is only a beginner.

I haven't learned to walk yet, how can I give the right answer.

Manpower is limited, and it is extremely rare to be able to achieve attainments in kendo.

Jin Sheng thinks that he has the luck and talent to ignite the sword soul, but it depends more on his diligent efforts and sweat.

He doesn't think he's a monster of what people say.

Because those who can become monsters, in addition to the three contemporary thousand-year-old immortals and the Houtu Niangniang of Zhongyou, there are only a few monsters among the younger generation.

And the person who can cultivate both spiritual power and immortal dao, except for the woman who loves to wear white clothes and can't be messed with, he really can't think of anyone else who can compare.

While being despised by Jin Sheng, Bai Lian used the carving knife in his hand to deduce all the thousands of runes in the black heart and the thousands of runes that were cut off with a single knife.

In the form of a flat plank, all of them were drawn on the blank wooden board.

Jin Sheng's usual poisonous sarcastic words suddenly reined in, and Bai Lian's gaze had changed subtly.

Immediately after, Brian put down the black heart in his hand, took a new wooden board, and after remembering all the patterns of the wooden board engraved with runes, he held the wooden board and closed his eyes.

Jin Sheng leaned against the tree with his sword, glanced at Bailian, who was immeasurable, and let out a sneer from his mouth.