The place where you enter is a mess, the mountain is still the same as three days ago, the rocks and trees are all over the mountain, there are no beasts and birds, only the sound of insects surrounds the mountain, and the silence is very.

Struggling to get up, Jiang He couldn't care about the dazzling jade mirror in front of him hovering above his head from time to time, looking back and forth for this devastated mountain with an anxious face.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on a bush not far away, and he immediately ignored his injuries, and crawled to the bloody old man as if he were crazy.

The sky is not beautiful, the mountain wind is slowly mixed with a drizzle, blowing people's cheeks cold, the rain is getting heavier, this short distance of dozens of steps from the river but the time of climbing a stick of incense.

Gently pulling out the soul locking needle at the back of the old man's head, Jiang He knelt in front of Linghezi, stretched out his hand to stroke Shizun's gray hair, and leaned forward, wanting to block the wind and rain in the sky.

Jiang He didn't know what to worry about this master, but he felt that it was very similar to the feeling when he was a child in the village, as if he was a family member.

He taught himself sincerely, and protected himself without reservation! He loved him as if he were his own son and nephew.

You can go deep into the danger for the sake of Jianghe's Zhuji Dan, beg the sect hard, and finally use yourself to come to Beacon City to defend in exchange for the future of the disciple's avenue.

How could these rivers not understand, why do the dignified palms of a peak need to come here in person, there must be a request for someone, and what is the request, Jiang He knew it when he got the Tsukidan, his heart was warm and abnormal, and he wanted to repay the master in the future.

However, this only innocence is now broken.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the rain was pouring down even more than not stopping, and Jiang He's body could no longer cover Linghezi's broken body, he reached out to smooth the old man's gray sideburns, and gently wiped the cold rain in front of his forehead, hoping that he would no longer suffer from this cold.

Silently, Linghezi moved his eyelids weakly, as if he was trying his best to open his eyes and take a look at the person in front of him.

At last... Take a look at your own disciples.

Finally, he opened his eyes, looked at the river in front of him to shelter him from the wind and rain, confirmed that the river was fine, showed joy in his eyes, just glanced at it, then closed his eyes weakly, and the world was quiet.

He is always satisfied with this disciple, and at the end of his life, he will send him to the end, and this life is worth it.

Xie Shiti sank outside, and the floating world often came from Antai.

Master, let's go!

Jiang He was weakly paralyzed in front of Linghezi, he didn't hate it, and he couldn't hate anyone.

Hate the sky?

Hate the ground?

In the end, I still hate myself!

He didn't want the old man to live alone for a lifetime before he died, and after he died, he would also be a violent corpse barren mountain, so he used the last trace of mana, summoned the evil sword, slowly climbed up with the sword body, and slowly dug up the dirt beside him.

But the evil is also mourning again and again today, the spirit sword has a spirit, and the death of the old man who has accompanied it for a hundred years also seems to make it have deep sadness.

Half a day later, a new tomb appeared in the mountains and forests, and the river knelt deeply in front of the grave and kowtowed, and the world was peaceful.

This son is really affectionate!

The jade mirror hovered in the air and quietly watched the river finish all this, and re-examined it around the river.

"Young people, don't be too sad, the road is ruthless, people have their own feelings"

When Jiang He was grieving, a thought came to his mind, and it was only then that he noticed the delicate jade mirror that kept circling and dancing above his head.

"What are you?"

Jiang He looked at the jade mirror suspiciously and asked slowly,

I am the soul of the Mirror of the Sun."

"Zhaosun Mirror Soul? Then you are also a demon."

Jade Mirror: ....

I don't know who was a ghost before, like the nine ghosts... But it is not annoying, this person's mind was eroded before, and it is reasonable to not know the state.

"I am not a demon, I am the soul of the Mirror of the Sun, and this place is also the place where the ancient people who have attained the Tao sit and transform. ”

"Daoism, is it a true immortal?"

Jiang He replied weakly, but his injuries were too serious at this time, and his whole body stinged as if he was being roasted by fire.

The jade mirror seemed to be a ghost, and the light shone on the river.

"There are no immortals in the world, and the Tao is naturally the Tao, that is, the realm of goodness and water, the immortal asks seven cuts, and the three can be asked, and the Tao is taken from heaven and earth, a heavy Tao is a heavy heaven, the Tao is the Tao, it cannot be explained, it can only be said to be detached"

Listening to Yujing's remarks, Jiang He was confused, but he seemed to understand a little bit, and he was suddenly very puzzled.

"Then dare to ask the seniors, what is an immortal?"

"It is rumored that immortals are above the nine heavens, you don't actually have to ask me what an immortal is, I don't know either"

Jiang He didn't ask when he heard this, he was just building the foundation at this time, and what he should be thinking about was how to refine the golden pill to be the right way.

"May I ask my predecessor why this place is so strange, when I was delirious a while ago, I seemed to see thousands of flying swords killing between these mountains, is it controlled by my predecessors?"

In a trance, he vaguely remembered the sword array in the sky that day, so he had to ask the jade mirror.

"It can be said that I control it, or it can be said that it is not, the sword array has a spirit, and all the demons in the world are destroyed, you were swallowed by the spirit of the underworld that day, and the sword array has started since then, I am just an introduction, and I can't directly control the sword array"

Netherworld?

Jiang He's heart was very vigilant, obviously that day, the soul was determined to move, from the dantian to the heart, and the spell could not be controlled, and in the end it seemed to fall into a deep sleep, and he was unconscious.

It's just that although Jiang He probably knows the reason for the matter, he doesn't dare to tell the Jade Mirror Soul at will, if it comes to another evil demon slayer, won't he kill himself...

Without waiting for Jiang He to speak, Yujing said to himself, "Young man, there is a sword furnace inheritance here, and I think you are using a serious way of sword cultivation and killing, why not give it a try?"

Sword Furnace?

Jiang He did not answer immediately, but slowly meditated and pondered.

Outside Nanling, in Cangyun Prefecture, a human tragedy is being staged at this time.

In addition to the three sects, dozens of immortal sects of all sizes are also panicked, and many of them have even begun to relocate their sects, preparing to go to other states in the Bilan Country, so as to gain a glimmer of life.

On the Xuantian Sect Sect Sect Hall, Yu Tianyao sat cross-legged on the futon, his face full of uneasiness.

I don't know where I went, and I couldn't get in touch at all.

The heart is irritable, if the adult does not return, then what is the use of this inner demon species even if they are all escorted away?

At this time, in the Xuantian Sect, which was lively in the past, there was no one there, and the silence in the huge sect was abnormal.

And after waiting for a few days, if you haven't returned to the sect, you have to make another plan.

After making this decision in his heart, Yu Tianyao slowly closed his eyes and meditated.

In the depths of the South Ridge, in front of the ancient hall of the Chaos Demon Domain, a slender female crown slowly climbed the steps, and her face was extremely solemn.

It was the cloud view that left Broken Bell Mountain a few days ago.