There was a long silence in the coffin.

His Royal Highness, who has always maintained a posture with his eyes closed, is in a clear sense.

His soul sea opened up an unprecedented step, the withered earth was crushed by the rhizome of the lotus, the cracked lotus pond, as the lotus slowly rotated, the originally empty aura revived again, wisps of chaotic immortal qi, born from the depths of the pool, like the spring of the earth, raining from the sky.

The lotus is born to death.

The coffin seemed to hide a great creation, Yi Xiao looked compassionate, lying in the coffin, covering his chest with one hand, listening to the sound of his heartbeat that gradually became heavy and fast, like thunder and drums, resounding in the dust of Tianmen.

Soul Sea Breakthrough.

Spiritual consciousness is scattered.

Jian Zongming crossed his arms and stood at a distance not far or close to the coffin.

Three feet apart, a sword apart.

The "cause and effect" hovered and stood, and with the sound of clanging, it continued to surround him happily.

Suddenly, the sand rose, and the man in white stood still, his clothes flying back and forth.

"There are three doors in the world. ”

"Longmen hides the luck of the world, forget to return to the mountain for three thousand miles of the old dragon king's luck dragon eye nailed in the desert yellow sand of the Northern Wei Dynasty, if you can hide a sword, you can absorb the luck of the old dragon, and get the world's creation. ”

Jian Zongming held an indifferent voice, as if he was saying something that should be done: "The Ghost Gate is the dojo of the King of the Earth, the place where the last step of the Buddha Gate is proven, if you can enter a sword in the Ghost Gate, you can steal the Bodhisattva's Dao Fruit and obtain underground creation." ”

Yi Xiao in the coffin kept her eyes closed.

When he heard these words, his eyelids trembled slightly, as if something was about to open.

But he never opened his eyes.

The man in white standing in front of the coffin was the master of the Great Bright Palace on the Holy Island, and he was also the strongest sword cultivator in the world.

Neither the Great Monarch nor the first city lord could overpower him in terms of kendo cultivation.

This is a transcendent practitioner who has transcended the ages.

So at this moment, there was great silence in the gate of heaven, the wind and sand flowed, and the intention of "Sanmen Hidden Sword" was revealed by him one by one.

"As for the Gate of Heaven. ”

There was a simple ancient sword at the waist of Jian Zongming, the scabbard was unpretentious, wrapped in layers of old cloth, and the sword was too much worse than "cause and effect", there was no dazzling light, and there was no eye-catching sword aura.

It's like an ordinary sword.

But by the world's first swordsman, he can't put it down and wears it on his waist, where the person is, where the sword goes.

The world is lonely, but I have solitude.

Jian Zongming pressed down slightly with one hand, pressed the hilt of "Dugu", pressed the front section of Dugu's scabbard slightly upturned, and the fine and trivial sand particles slapped on the scabbard, bursting out with a crisp crackling sound, the white clothes vibrate, accompanied by the slight force of pressing the fingertips on the handle of Dugu's sword, and there was an invisible sword wave in the entire Tianmen——

All the yellow sand froze up.

All the yellow sand, whether it was the size of a bean or a very small one, was frozen in a mile of the Heavenly Gate at this moment.

The coffin cracked silently, the ground tore apart from the barrenness and spread the ravine, and the flying and swirling wilted grass clippings...... It's all stagnant.

It's like the advent of the "Maharaja Hour".

Every grass, every grain of sand, is not frozen and still because time has stood still.

Rather, because their "cause and effect" is cut off.

Because it was decisive.

There was no reason to continue, so I stopped.

The cause that is about to spread is cut to pieces, so it cannot bear fruit.

But there is no "cause and effect" in the coffin.

Yi Xiao lay in the coffin, he closed his eyes quietly, listening to the distant sounds from the heavens, the quicksand in the coffin slowly covered his mouth and nose, and his facial features were like water waves rippling in his mind.

He saw a patch of blue.

It's like returning to my hometown.

Incredibly warm.

The sword qi swirled around him, but it couldn't cut off his "cause and effect".

Because he is not a person in cause and effect.

......

......

What is the Sea of Souls?

The sea of souls is a sea of soul power.

It is also the possession of a person's soul.

When your consciousness is immersed in the sea of souls, constantly falling, falling again, you will see all the memories of this life.

His Royal Highness shrank in the coffin, subconsciously curled up, he hugged his knees, and his consciousness was like a heavy iron stone, falling in the endless sea.

Yi Xiao didn't open his eyes.

The surface of the Sea of Souls was warm, and I could sense the lazy sunlight shining through the sea and shooting into the Sea of Souls, but after a moment of rapid fall, it was dark, and I quickly enveloped myself like a shadow.

The sunlight that can break through the surface of the sea, like one snake after another, twists and moves forward in the darkness, and finally annihilated.

Nine out of nine in the sea of souls are dark.

In the soul sea, there is a dark bottom line, which is the "bottom" of the soul sea, and only cultivators who have cultivated to the tenth realm of soul power can sink into their soul sea to find out.

Yi Xiao's hair spread wantonly in the deep sea, and her body paused slightly, as if she had lost gravity, and began to float slightly.

Somewhat weak and powerless, he tried to step on his feet, and His Royal Highness reached out and touched under him—he finally fell to the "bottom line" of the sea of souls.

The senior brother's hairpin was slowly pulled off by Yi Xiao and clenched in his hand, and the withered grass-like hair spread thick in the dark night.

Yi Xiao opened her eyes.

He couldn't see anything.

There was endless darkness all around.

Yi Xiao's face was calm.

He knew that this was the bottom of the sea of souls.

He thought of the speculations of the past, and some unknown images of what exactly happened.

When the long dark night was about to break.

At a time when the depleted sea water is about to boil.

At this time and then, it was really a dramatic and coincidental scene.

Yi Xiao smiled.

It's the same as I guessed, and it's really ...... I have to wait until the tenth realm of soul power.

He bent down with difficulty, narrowed his eyes, and found that Zhu Lianxiang's pupils seemed to be deprived of the power of his natural talents, and he could not see anything here.

Fortunately, there is nothing here but darkness.

All Yuan Li has been banned.

All soul power has also been banned.

Even the qi and blood are slowly drying up.

The man in lotus clothes who bent down and bowed down stood at the bottom of the soul sea, as if he was standing at the gate of eternal night.

Yi Xiao confirmed the facts of what happened now, everything was real, and he came to the bottom of the soul sea.

So His Royal Highness slowly stretched his body, spread his arms, and made a wanton and reckless gesture of greeting.

It's like welcoming the light.

With his right hand clenching the hairpin, Yi Xiao squatted down violently, the lotus clothes were flying, and the sea water exploded.

The hairpin was inserted into the earth with difficulty.

The water vapor in the underwater world began to stir restlessly, and the eternal darkness began to boil, followed by a low roar, followed by an angry roar.

The underwater world burst out with a deep muffled sound—

"Boom!"

As if the world was opened, the land and the sea collapsed, and the entire soul sea began to collapse.

Yi Xiao just clenched her hairpin silently.

Senior Brother's sword qi went hand in hand with him, struggling to resist the pressure of the entire soul sea.

He closed his eyes.

Countless images flickered in the sea of souls.

The purple box of the dragon's back, the heavy snow of the beacon, the thirteen leaves of the South China Sea, the lips of the girl in purple, the young man running wildly in the Swallowing Gorge, the red-clothed clothes frozen by the wind and frost in Luoyang City, and the invitation to Beiguan when the dawn of the sky is reversed.......

Floating life is like a dream.

A grain of millet in the sea.

In the vast sea of souls, those beautiful, nostalgic, painful, hateful, countless pictures, frame after frame, were extracted into clear and clear condensation into water droplets, and then burst out backwards, with the deepening of the hairpin, and became difficult to overflow, like an ocean wanton.

The lotus clothes that were washed upside down by the rolling current, and the humble and small young man, like a fine grain in the sea, pursed their lips tightly, bursting out with a sharp whistling, and one person against the whole world.

When the first rays of light burst out from the junction between the hairpin and the seabed.

Something deeper in this sea of souls was excavated.

Yi Xiao's face became more resolute.

He squinted his eyes and paid tribute to the long journey that he had walked slowly and hard to carry silk threads like a puppet in his not so long life, which would be the final end here.

In the middle of the sea, someone made a hoarse voice.

"I want, see—"

I want to see.

See what I won't see!

See those who can't see the light, hidden in the sea of souls!

There are no eternal secrets in this world, the deeper you bury, the slower the decay, and in a long time, you only need to dig deep enough to find the truth of everything.

Yi Xiao clenched his hairpin, his tiger's mouth had begun to tear, scarlet blood overflowed, and bursts of bloody breath were taken away by the sea water at the first moment of overflow, turning into a wisp of red in the darkness.

The first ray of light, then the second, then the third.

In a trance, in that section of the seabed, a familiar voice asked himself.

"Do you really want to see it?"

This is the first sentence in Yi Xiao's memory.

After the age of six, the first sentence in my memory.

It's the teacher who asks himself.

Are there really immortals in this world?

If so, what would it look like?

The teacher asked himself this question.

The voice came from the light of the ocean floor again.

"You really ...... Do you want to see it?"

Yi Xiao leaned down stubbornly and silently, he didn't answer the question, he just clenched the hairpin, chiseled it deeper, and chiseled the light more grandly and wantonly.

His Royal Highness's loud answer resounded throughout the underwater world.

"I want to, see!"

Rolling ocean currents.

Countless lights.

Under a hairpin.

In front of one person.

The elegant voice who was asking at the other end of the light at the bottom of the sea, heard the answer, and just laughed softly and gently, as if he saw the stubbornness and persistence of the young man at the most primitive time of memory.

He knew there would be such a day.

Stubborn people always want to know the end of the story, the answer to the question.

No matter how tough the wall is, it can't resist the hairpin that insists on cutting through the barrier.

So when the hairpin chiseled through the sea of souls.

It's the moment the key opens the door—

Yi Xiao's pupils contracted slightly.

In the dark pupils of His Royal Highness, a red flame of light slowly emerged.

The crimson flames grew louder and louder, and the long dark night was lit by the fire, and the surrounding area was already full of charred corpses.

In the midst of the fire, the dark blades of grass rolled up the corners, corpses were strewn all over the ground, the firelight flickered, and outside the firelight, there were all kinds of figures standing.

Yi Xiao remembered these people.

Lin Yi, the leader of Tianque.

The old fox of the immortal tower has no way.

There is also an old man who is sitting on the back of a horse with Liutao on his back, with a little regret in his eyes.

Their gaze went beyond the firelight to themselves.

To be precise, it is to cross yourself.

Yi Xiao held the hairpin, the blood stains on the lotus robe were reflected in the firelight, and he turned his head in a daze, and saw the truth behind him, which he had been looking for for countless years.

"Mother......