Kunlun Mountain, Moon Cliff

There was a man standing at the top of the cliff. Seeing that this person's face is like a crown of jade, wearing a lotus crown, a brocade belt around his waist, and a white robe on his body moving in the wind, it is Yang Jian, the former disciple of the teaching. Since Yuan Shi Tianzun dispersed the sect and went to Da Luo Tian to open up the Jade Jing Palace, this Jade Void Palace was handed over to Yang Jian to guard.

He looked up at the sky, and saw that the crescent moon that was supposed to shine on the night sky had turned as red as blood, which was very strange. "Blood moon in the sky?" Yang Jian couldn't believe his eyes.

Suddenly, a thunderous sound came into my ears: "Yang Jian, come to the main hall quickly!"

Yang Jian knew that it was the voice of the Antarctic Immortal, and then jumped off the hundred-zhang high cliff like a flying bird and a spirit ape. At this time, the green smoke curled above the main hall, solemn and solemn. The Antarctic Immortal Weng walked out of the apse, looking at his yellow face and white beard, wearing a pale yellow gossip robe, and a big bag bulging above his head.

Yang Jian looked at the solemn face of the Antarctic Immortal, and couldn't help but feel a little worried in his heart: "Uncle Shi's face is solemn, I don't know what happened......

Antarctic Immortal Weng sighed: "The battle of the self-proclaimed gods and the demon tribulation three hundred years ago, the red dust is boundless, and the cultivators have no place to stay, which can be described as the tribulation of the Six Realms. But now there's a big problem, you see. With that, he pointed his hand and offered a golden ancient mirror.

This mirror is called the Kunlun Mirror. This mirror is the size of a basin, surrounded by tourmaline, with gold beads and agate, and the mirror is a void, only emitting bursts of strange white light, as if it is too void and ethereal.

Yang Jian saw that the mirror fell to the ground and disappeared, and when he was young, an emerald green lotus leaf appeared on the ground, swaying twice and giving birth to nine white lotuses. Immortal Weng said: "This Kunlun mirror is an ancient artifact left by the master, and it can detect any anomalies in this Hongmeng, and can also see the luck of my immortal world." You see. Yang Jian followed the Antarctic Immortal Weng and looked at it, only to see that the nine white lotuses were in full bloom, but seven of the white lotuses could not bloom, and they withered after swaying a few times!

"This is ......" Yang Jian was taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "Why is this happening?"

The Antarctic Immortal Weng sighed: "Kunlun Mountain is the root of the fairy world, and these nine white lotus flowers show the aura of my fairy world. Nine went to seven, it can be seen that after the battle of the gods and the battle of the demon calamity, seven or eight out of ten immortals were killed and injured, and the aura of the fairy world has been greatly damaged, and only two or three percent are left. After three hundred years, the demons that were suppressed in the past are only afraid that they are ready to move again!"

As soon as the words fell, the Kunlun Mirror suddenly changed again, the white lotus Qinghe disappeared, and everyone's feet suddenly turned into a vast galaxy. There is a huge black hole beneath the galaxy, like a bottomless abyss.

"What is this?" Yang Jian flew forward to check, who knew that as soon as he got close to the black hole, his hair suddenly stood on end, as if he was being stared at by the eyes of a beast. Yang Jian didn't dare to approach again. Suddenly, from the abyss of the black hole, there were bursts of beast-like roars! I saw several black qi rushing out suddenly! As if the soul that had been trapped for 10,000 years had broken through the cage, it was surging out with the momentum of destruction and decay!

"Uncle Shi be careful!" Yang Jian reminded loudly, and then waved his hand to reveal a three-pointed and two-edged edge. How do you know that those black qi are just illusory forms, and weapons can't hit these black qi at all.

Yang Jian clenched his grip on Shenfeng and asked the Antarctic Immortal: "Uncle Shi, what are these black gases?"

The immortal man's face was gloomy, and he replied, "The black qi is just an illusion, but the appearance of the blood moon means that there will be a catastrophe of heaven and earth. ”

"Heaven and Earth Tribulation?" Yang Jian's heart sank when he heard these four words, "Why are there always many disasters and difficulties in these six realms......?"

Antarctic Immortal Weng sighed: "In the battle of the gods, the vitality of the immortal realm was greatly injured, and the ten cultivators went to eight, and then the demon tribulation came, and there were only eight of the twelve golden immortals in Kunlun, including your master Yuding Zhenren. As shown in the Kunlun Mirror, there is an inexplicable force that is eroding our spiritual veins, and the power of the immortal realm is weakening rapidly. There are very few people born to the three generations of the sect, and you have the highest Taoism, and the sect leader is now returning to the Great Luo Heaven retreat, and I still need to be on duty in the heavenly court, and you have the responsibility to protect Kunlun Mountain. ”

"Disciple commands!" Yang Jian's eyes showed incomparable firmness.

Mountains and seas?Fanjing Mountain

The mountain and sea realm is a secret realm left over from the ancient flood and famine, and it was once a place where the Wu clan was entrenched. After the Great Lich War, the Wiccane disappeared, and from then on there was silence here, and no one dared to approach it. There are countless barren mountains in this mountain and sea realm, one of which is called Fanjing Mountain. This mountain is dangerous, there are cliffs and waterfalls, and it is difficult for mortals to get a glimpse of the true face. There is a cave in the mountain, called Tianxin Cave.

It is only said that the cave is lush and green, and there is a plane tree, and then there is a stone table and several stone benches in the wide place, which is obviously inhabited. Who will dwell in this barren land?

At dawn, there was a chill in the cave of the heart of the day, and the leaves of several plane trees in front of the cave were covered with a layer of hoarfrost. I saw that there were five zhang square in the cave, and there was a pool of lotus flowers in it. The strange thing is that the water in the pond has frozen, and the lotus flowers are also like ice sculptures, just because there is a crystal clear ice coffin placed on the edge of the pool, and the terrifying cold air is emanating from this ice coffin.

At this time, there was a person standing in front of the ice coffin, holding the ice coffin lightly with one hand, not afraid of the biting cold at all. This man has white hair hanging down his shoulders, his face is covered with frost, and he is draped in a golden silk black robe, and a round Xuanyao totem is embroidered on his back. The person in front of him is none other than Yin Jiao, the prince of the Great Shang Dynasty who has disappeared for more than 300 years.

If calculated according to the years and months in the world, Yin Jiao is already three hundred and thirty years old at this time. Just because he has the power of phoenix essence blood and nirvana, he is immortal, but because of the earth-shattering battle in Xiqi three hundred years ago, Yin Jiao's body exceeded the limit when he fought against the four great saints, even if he had phoenix essence blood, he could not be unharmed, his black hair turned into three feet of green silk, and his original twenty-year-old appearance also aged ten years, becoming a mortal about thirty years old.

Yin Jiao stared at the ice coffin in front of him, and a trace of sadness flashed on his face, only to see a woman in yellow of the same age lying in the ice coffin. The woman's eyes were closed, her face was like a crown of jade, and her face was serene and serene, like a sleeping ice sculpture beauty. It's just that the three-foot-long hair is all white.

"Ling'er. Yin Jiao opened his mouth and called out to the person in the ice coffin, it turned out that this woman was Yin Jiao's wife Huang Ling'er. Since the couple left Xiqi three hundred years ago, they have evaporated from the world and are missing. I don't know why Huang Ling'er is lying in the ice coffin?

It begins with that day. Hongjun Ancestor Nether mediated the battle between Yin Jiao and the Four Great Saints, reshaped Huang Ling'er's body, gave her a hundred years of longevity, and her face was ageless. It's just that Huang Ling'er is a mortal after all, and mortals will eventually die; for a hundred years, Huang Ling'er's appearance has not changed, but the green silk has become gray hair, until the last hair turns white, and the longevity is finally exhausted.

Later, Yin Jiao found 10,000-year-old Xuanbing from the extreme north to create this ice coffin, keeping Huang Ling'er's body from being damaged, and accompanying this ice coffin like this. In the past three hundred years, Yin Jiao has never left this Fanjing Mountain for half a step, this ice coffin is his most precious thing, and he sits quietly on the side every day to accompany 'her'. Until today......

Yin Jiao looked at Huang Ling'er through the ice coffin, and stretched out his hand to touch Huang Ling'er's face, her face was as white as jade and lifelike three hundred years ago. Yin Jiao's fingers ran a strand of white hair across her sideburns, and said to herself: "Ling'er, thank you for accompanying me for so long, letting me taste all kinds of feelings of love and hatred, I hope you and I can see each other again in the next life......

Suddenly, there was a burst of bells ringing in the distant mid-air, as if someone was striking the bronze bell, and it spread throughout the entire Fanjing Mountain. 'Who is it?' Who can actually discover the barrier of the Eastern Emperor Bell I have set up?" Yin Jiao couldn't help but change his complexion, and turned his head to look out of the cave.

Three hundred years ago, Yin Jiao agreed to Hongjun's retreat and took Huang Ling'er to the inaccessible mountain and sea realm. In order to prevent someone from harassing him, Yin Jiao used the Donghuang Bell to cover the entire Fanjing Mountain for a hundred miles, isolating everything. The East Emperor Bell is integrated with the surrounding scenery, and there is no flaw at all from the outside, even if a saint wants to find this place, it is not easy, how can someone find it today? Who will it be?

The bell rang endlessly, causing Yin Jiao to be upset, and he gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you disturb Ling'er's peace!" As he spoke, he put the jade jue hanging on his waist that used to symbolize the identity of the prince into Huang Ling'er's hand, stood up and closed his hand, and the lid of the ice coffin slowly closed. In order to prevent anyone from disturbing Huang Ling'er in the ice coffin, Yin Jiao walked out of the cave and transported the power of the broken phoenix, and the five fingers condensed an invisible wall to seal the entrance of the cave. With this wall, Yin Jiao believed that no one would be able to enter the cave.

Bidding farewell to Huang Ling'er, Yin Jiao walked out of the cave, and when he looked up, he realized the dazzling blood moon above his head.

"Blood moon in the sky?" Yin Jiao was a little surprised, this was the first time he had seen such a vision, and his heart was filled with a trace of unease. Then he waved his hand and withdrew the invisible Donghuang Bell that was shrouded in mid-air.

As soon as the bell was retracted, the striking stopped abruptly. Suddenly, a voice came from mid-air: "Hahaha! What a Yin suburb! For a woman to retreat in this Fanjing Mountain in the realm of mountains and seas for three hundred years, Lao Tzu's Donghuang Bell was wasted in vain!"

Yin Jiao frowned, looked around and saw no human figure, and shouted: "Hidden head and tail rat, get out of here!" The surrounding wind blows the plane trees to the roots, and the flying sand and stones sweep away in a radius of ten zhang.

When it was too late, a figure flew out of the woods and slapped his head towards Yin Jiao. Yin Jiao raised his hand and struck at the sky, and the power of the broken phoenix erupted with a 'boom', and the people flew away. As soon as the two came into contact, Yin Jiao only felt that there was a Buddha power in the palm of the visitor, and this Buddha power Yin Jiao had the impression that only the two masters of the Western Sect possessed, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart: 'Is it Zhun Ti? But this Buddha power is much weaker than Zhun Ti......

Flames poured out of the man's back, condensed into a pair of golden wings and floated in the air, and his hands clapped and a golden light struck towards Yin Jiao. Yin Jiao raised his hand to block it, and the golden light was three feet in front of him, and he couldn't move in an inch, and when he looked at it, it turned out to be a golden wheel. It's emitting a lot of heat.

"Rijinlun?" Yin Jiao immediately guessed a few points when he saw this weapon, and the flames on the golden wheel instantly wrapped around Yin Jiao's body like a thousand fire pythons, and Yin Jiao had Nanming to protect himself from the fire and was not afraid of the flames, and then flew up with a 'bell' and kicked the Rijin wheel back. In mid-air, the man held his wings in front of him and intercepted the Rijin Wheel, and then fell to the ground like a dragonfly.

I saw that this man was nine feet tall, his hair was red like fire, rising to the sky, he was wearing a big red robe, a green gourd hung from his waist, and his body was covered in flames, exuding a raging heat. The top of Fanjing Mountain before dawn was fiery red. The person who came was the son of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi - Jin Wu Lu Press.

"Is that you?" Yin Jiao saw the old man and thought to himself: "I haven't been able to escape the world for more than 300 years, just to avoid all the grievances of the past, this Fanjing Mountain is covered by the Eastern Emperor Bell, isolated from the world, even a saint is difficult to find, I didn't expect him to be able to find here?"

Lu Jian looked at Yin Jiao, frowned and said: "I heard that you even gave up the big business world for a woman, and it turned out that you were hiding here, this is really a good place, let me find it for three hundred years!"

Yin Jiao looked at Lu Jian in front of him, and felt that he was a little different from before, but he couldn't tell what was the difference, so he only said coldly: "I thought you were dead by the Xuanbing Arrow back then, but I didn't expect your life to be quite big." But you know that the Eastern Emperor Bell is in my hands and you dare to come to me for trouble? How did you know that I was living in seclusion here?"

"Hmph!" Lu Jian smiled slightly and said, "It's really not easy to find you, but I have my own 'master' to guide me." You haven't set foot in the Six Realms for three hundred years, and you don't know that the world has already been turned upside down outside, do you still remember your third half-brother Yin Wugeng?"

"Yin Wu Geng?" Yin Jiao's mind came to mind when he had seen Xiao Wu Geng in his infancy in the palace of the Song King, when he was still a baby under one year old. However, Yin Jiao knows very well that the fate of the Great Shang is irreversible, and after the change of dynasty, Yin Wugeng, as the last Great Shang bloodline, will inevitably not have a good result.

"What's wrong with him?" Yin Jiao asked.

"He's amazing, you, the prince of the Great Shang, ended up with the fate of shrinking here in order to become a Tang Jiangshan, but your younger brother is blessed with a fortune, not only ranked among the Great Luo Jinxian, but also became the Emperor of Zhongtian Arctic Ziwei, above 10,000 people under one person in the divine realm!

Yin Jiao smiled faintly, "He can escape the catastrophe and join the immortal path, that is his creation, what does it have to do with me? I promised Hongjun Ancestor not to set foot in the Six Realms again, you had better leave quickly! Don't force me to make a move!"

"Hmph!" Lu Jian snorted coldly, "Toast and don't eat and drink! Don't hand over the Eastern Emperor Bell, I'll level your Fanjing Mountain!"

Yin Jiao didn't answer, only glanced back at Tianxin Cave, but stomped his feet and flew away.

Seeing that Yin Jiao was leaving, Lu Jian shouted, "Where to go, hand over the Donghuang Bell!" After that, he raised his wings and chased straight away.

Yin Jiao turned around and saw Lu Jian chasing after him, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He knew that if the two of them made a move, this Fanjing Mountain would become a battlefield, wouldn't it disturb Huang Ling'er's peace?