When Ye Ku was almost close to the peak, a figure appeared in front of him, blocking the way.

Ye Ku saw the shadow and said with a smile: "Fortunately, you didn't really be a nun who didn't ask about Hongchen, otherwise I would have cut my hair and become a monk and spend my last years at the bottom of that mountain cliff." ”

"Yes. Shangguan Xuanqing was noncommittal, and only walked forward by himself, but was stopped by Ye Ku, only to hear the latter seem to be kindly reminding, and said: "The front must be the center of that fierce battle, I think that the besieged characters must be prepared, otherwise it would be impossible to bury so many people, go straight to the past like this, if you touch the forbidden divine pattern left behind, wouldn't it be in vain to give your life." ”

"You are thinking wrong, when I first came, I surveyed with the method of contemplating the mysteries, there is no prohibition on this mountain peak at all, and how do you know that it is a one-to-many siege, or don't be arrogant, guess randomly, it is okay to say a few words in front of me, if you go to others, you will be reprimanded and laughed at. Shangguan Xuanqing smiled rarely, and didn't turn around, only said a lot more, grabbing Ye Ku's handle, a little happy.

Ye Ku didn't argue, he caught up with Shangguan Xuanqing in three steps and two steps, and said: "Okay, okay, it's all my fault, it made His Highness unhappy, for the sake of safety, I still want to find a place to go around, these people who have fallen here are not weak in cultivation, we have this fate to bump into, maybe this is an opportunity to pick up some useful tools back." ”

The so-called instrument, one is the monk with the natal true temperature nourishment, in the body thousands of hammers to cultivate the natal Tao instrument, this kind of Taoist instrument most look at the monk's water grinding work, each person is day and night warm tempering, their own perception of the Tao into a divine pattern, the Tao pattern is engraved on it, get the heaven and earth divine materials can also try to integrate into it, but this is not together, it all depends on the monk himself.

This kind of instrument can be said to be poured into a monk's life's work, accompanied by the monk to fight, share blood, share blessings and misfortunes, and share sorrows and joys, so it is called the natal Tao instrument.

For example, most of the people who cultivate swords and practice knives are like this to raise a sword and a knife in the body, sharpening its sharpness, quenching its edge, and forging its mangs day and night.

This kind of natal dao weapon is only loyal to one master, and it is impossible to have two hearts, and the person who raises the soldier forging weapon dies and dies, no matter how miraculous the natal dao weapon is, it will also go with it, and it will be buried with it, and it will never appear in the world again.

The two are the monks who collect divine materials and refine and forge them outside the body, so that the cast artifacts are superior to the divine materials themselves, such as the Xuanyang Tai'a Sword hanging on the top of the emperor's palace and the Xuanyin Treasure Bottle that suppressed the luck of an ancient country, both of which were refined by the great supernatural powers, and were found by the ancestor of the ancient Shang Kingdom, reproducing its supreme brilliance.

There is no distinction between the two types of instruments, and the collection of divine materials and casting them outside the body can also intersect with the life of the monk, and the mind is connected, carrying the Tao pattern to the extreme mystery of heaven and earth, and the natal Tao instrument can also be integrated into the divine material, and take its characteristics to achieve their own body.

The two of them traveled for several miles, and found a place full of scorched marks, and followed the scorched road to the bare peak, which was scorched black, and it was evident that it had been destroyed by the fighting monks after a great war, and that there was indeed a ban that had long been destroyed by the fighting monks.

Looking around, the sight they saw made the two of them secretly frightened.

There are a few gray and gray withered grasses on the bald mountain that are still growing tenaciously, and a thick and low wooden stake can be seen from top to bottom near the halfway up the mountainside, the col is crowded with rolling stones, the blood stains have not disappeared, the wild corpses have not rotted, the dull red is wrapped in carbon black after the lightning strike, and it is wanton to rampage through this mountain, life is hard to find, and it is a barren and withered scene.

"There are immortals in the world who are only like sporadic dots, and there is no one who can keep a Dao heart with this immortal fate, for the unprovoked struggle of this world, let people kill like slaughtering chickens and ducks, exposing the corpse wilderness, not to mention the dead and the corpse can not be blinded, to the truth is that the avenue is a white bone road, and the immortal road is a disaster."

A seven-foot blue-scaled snake poked its head out from the thick stake halfway up the mountainside, hissing and spitting letters.

Ye Ku and Shangguan Xuanqing's eyes were so keen, they could see the cyan snake shadow without looking closely, and when the two of them went closer, they saw that the stake was actually a piece of broken wood, and it took ten people to hug it to hold a real trunk Not to mention, even the stump that should have been close to the circumference was split vertically and cut off.

"Come here, don't run around like this again. Shangguan Xuanqing said coldly to the green scaled snake, but unexpectedly, the green snake, who had been obedient to her since her return to obedience, and did not dare to have the slightest disobedience, did not seem to hear it this time, and did not move, only hissing and spitting out letters, which was a little abnormal.

This green-scaled snake opened up his mind, it was impossible that he couldn't understand what she said, Ye Ku and Shangguan Xuanqing were not fledgling people who didn't understand anything, plus seeing the remnants of the war, they were shocked, and they were already a little vigilant in their hearts, and when they saw the green-scaled snake like this, they suddenly became a little vigilant.

The two approached the remnant stake, Ye Ku saw that the inverted triangular head of the green scale snake was raised high, and he spat out his words, looking stupid, and pointed out, the seven-foot green snake didn't even have a wail, and immediately flew out upside down, landing on the side motionless.

"It's a little quirky. ”

There were several charcoal-like scorch marks on the stump, among which there were a few dried blood stains, the red was dull, perhaps the monks were fighting too much, and the lime sprinkled between the rocks and rocks was covered with a thin layer on it, and Ye Wei raised his hand to brush away this layer of gray curtain, and what caught his eye was the strange annual rings.

The stake had been split vertically by mana, and the rest of the rings should have been a huge, broken circle.

And at this moment, the brown annual rings are twisted and translocated, and there is a huge "edge" character listed on the stump, only to this Langlang sky, the blue sky, and the devastated earth is full of scorched corpses.

There are remnants of wood in the bald mountains, and the remnants of the wood are printed in ancient times.

The tan growth rings are soft and soft lines, but instead they outline a sense of vigor, as if they have been engraved on them, deeply seared into the stump.

Heaven and earth Xuanhuang, the plain brown color seems to have become the most primitive, the closest color to the Tao at this moment, the word "Yuan" is simple and melancholy, but it is not a document of the present world on it, but an unheard of and unseen ancient word, Ye Ku and Shangguan Xuanqing can not recognize this ancient word, it is the word "Yuan" imprinted into the hearts of the two when they enter the eye, so that the two do not know its shape, but know its meaning.

The word is born and the Tao rhyme, contains the mysterious and unpredictable power, under the gaze of the two gradually give birth to brilliance, and then it is brilliant, gorgeous and dazzling, if the bright stars that rise up in succession are shining, close at hand, like a magnificent colorful glow surging, the rhyme is overflowing.

There is a fog in front of the eyes gradually rising, colorful and turning in the fog, sparkling, like a dream, people's hearts are not noticed, as if the truth is lost, extinguished, there are inexplicable visions, in the derivation, in the silence, in the disillusionment, like the avenue impermanence, illusion and indefinite, people are intoxicated, and dazed, only feel that the fog can be glimpsed the avenue of heaven, to prove the supreme Tao.

Where people love the most want to come true, the two of them thought together, the fog in front of them suddenly dissipated, as if there was a gust of avenue wind blowing, for them to sweep away the obstacles in front of them, the fog scattered, only to see a lush green, vigorous vitality rushing to the face, in front of a mountain peak towering, verdant and steep, jade full of mountains, the peak of the clouds and mist, there are clouds steaming, there is a glow of the clouds, the color of gloomy, can not be exhausted, the fairy family bones, rare in the world.

Suddenly, there are clouds ethereal in the near future, in a flash, the two of them are riding this fairy qi two groups, swaying up, not a moment into the steaming blue, the clouds and mist seem to have spirituality, the two eyes everywhere in the sky clouds and mist will disperse, divided at both ends, open a road, give birth to a graceful posture, there are eyebrows, stars and sword eyes of the pretty jade girl lined up on both sides, stretched out to attract the two to look down.

The clouds and mist open, but the mountains are undulating, just under the foot is eight verdant peaks arch out of a mountain ring, that each mountain is faintly between the palace and the pavilion, there are fairy green clothes fluttering, with the fragrance of lotus is not in it, there are fairy children rich gods such as jade, sitting in it to listen to the sound of the avenue.

Eight silver dragons poured down from the peak, through the mountainside clouds, is the water from the clouds, the spirit from the fog, although the eight silver dragons are from the height of the down, but there is no rumbling and terrifying sound, only to the foot of the mountain in the eight peaks of the mountain seems to have an immortal brush, the good water is led away, disappeared.

The fog between the eight peaks is the thickest, as if this heaven and earth is a big lock, locking all the clouds and mist in it, and it can't flow away.

Shangguan Xuanqing's heart was unprovoked with an eagerness, eager to get a glimpse of the true face behind the clouds, his eyes were dyed with starlight, and the method of viewing the mysteries unconsciously put his eyes on his eyes, only to see that there was a palace standing in the mist of the clouds, simple and vicissitudes, many places have been born red rust spots, as if they had experienced thousands of years of wind and frost, only the huge "edge" word on the temple is still clear, the rhyme flows, blooming the glow, but although the glow is very gorgeous, but how can not penetrate the boundless fog.

If you are sober, standing in the sky here, looking at the eight peaks here with the general trend, there are eight silver dragon beads, lining the wonder of this ancient temple.

It seems that there is a mysterious power that does not allow this ancient palace to reappear in the world, and when Shangguan Xuanqing's eyes touched the word "Yuan" that was flowing in brilliance, the surrounding scene turned around, and it came out of the illusion and into reality.

When he came back to his senses, the eight peaks were gone, the silver dragon was suddenly closed, and there were no clouds and mist, only Ye Ku and Shangguan Xuanqing stood in front of a broken wooden stake, surrounded by scorched black earth and purgatory remnants.

"The Temple of Fate. ”

"The Temple of Fate. ”

The two of them murmured in unison, Ye Ku came back to his senses at this time, and when he heard this, he felt palpitations and asked, "What did you see?"

"Eight green peaks, eight silver dragons, an ancient palace, and a mountain full of fairies. ”