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Everything seemed to be over, and Lin Yizhi looked at the snowy world outside the Immortal Hidden Temple.

The snow was still flying, just as it had been when he came, and nothing had changed. However, when he came, the old man who stood under the heavy snow and smiled and nodded at him was nowhere to be found.

Lin Yizhi suddenly understood that in fact, all of Yinsu's smiles were with great kindness, because he was willing to talk to this old man who had not spoken for thousands of years, which made him very happy.

If I hadn't been here, maybe you wouldn't have been lonely, but should I really come? If I hadn't been here, maybe you would never have disappeared.

Lin Yizhi was most afraid of parting, because the pain caused by parting was even more difficult to heal than his own physical pain. Because, if you take a few pills for physical pain, you may get better, but parting, it is the heart, and the other is the person. Once a person is really gone, there really is no way to come back.

In the past ten years, Lin Yizhi has experienced too many lives and deaths. The tragic and tragic death of the righteous father at the mouth of Fengling Village, the resoluteness of the back of Heiya at the foot of the mountain, and the vicissitudes of life in the fire cave, now there is this hidden place. These people, these things, any time will bring endless sadness and pain to Lin Yizhi.

Lin Yizhi's deep hatred......

He had an indescribable feeling about this hermitage, in fact, he was just a doppelganger who deceived himself, just the illusion of this greedy fire, however, in his heart, the hermit was so real, and the real was more lovely than many people in this world who claimed to be real.

Although he deceived himself, Lin Yizhi didn't hate him, he understood what real loneliness was in Yinsuo. Loneliness is not that no one in this world understands you, and it is not that no one in this world is your opponent.

In fact, loneliness is very simple, it's just that when I want to talk, there is no one around me.

And the loneliness of Yinsu is even worse, because when he wants to speak, he can only talk to himself, and he has been talking to himself like that for thousands of years.

Lin Yizhi slowly walked through the long road leading to the entrance of the hall. However, when he was about to step out of this Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion with one foot, there was a faint inseparability in his heart.

Turning his head suddenly, he slowly looked towards the depths of the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion.

In the dim light, the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion was so silent, and all the scenes were blurry and unclear. Only the broken wooden table in the middle of the main hall was lonely. It seems to have been with incomparable vicissitudes.

On top of the wooden table, two tea bowls are placed opposite each other.

It's just that the residual tea is cold, the immortals are not there, and the people are not there.

Taking one step, Lin Yizhi actually felt that this step was so difficult, as if this step had stepped out of a reincarnation.

The snow was falling, and little snow flakes fell all over Lin Yizhi's black clothes. The cold wind blew the shirt up, as if it was a lonely drift without a place to rely on.

People are in the snow, but the snow is in the firmament.

Suddenly, Lin Yizhi suddenly ran into the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion as if he had gone crazy, and then stopped beside Mu Ji.

Tears flickered. Slowly stretched out his right hand and picked up a tea bowl on the wooden table.

Between the tentacles, it's cold and biting.

The remnants of the tea are stained, and it seems that there is still the breath of the deceased.

Lin Yizhi shook the tea bowl in his hand tightly, turned his head suddenly, and strode out of the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion, but he didn't even look back. It seems that the huge Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion no longer has anything to be nostalgic for.

When I came to this snowy world again, in front of me, the snow waves were rolling, and the snow seemed to be falling tighter.

In the wind and snow, the thin black figure slowly lifted the tea bowl with residual tea above his head, with a desolate expression in his expression.

"Hidden seniors...... Drink tea!"

The snow-capped mountains are speechless, and the snow falls silently. All he could answer was the icy wind between the cliffs.

Under the cold wind, in the snow waves. The hands holding the tea bowl high above their heads trembled slightly, but they stubbornly refused to put it down.

I don't know how long it took. Lin Yizhi's hand holding the tea bowl tilted slowly. The residual tea in the tea bowl also slowly spilled from the tea bowl. In the sky, drop by drop, Lin Yizhi's head was sprinkled.

Lin Yizhi didn't even hide, feeling the biting cold, pouring down from head to toe.

In an instant, the remnant tea had condensed into white ice, as if in an instant, Lin Yizhi had become as white as snow, and he was old.

After doing this, Lin Yizhi carefully put the already empty tea bowl into his arms. On the other side, there is the demon pill that exudes a trace of warmth.

In life, the last thing left by the two people who brought the most shock to Lin Yizhi met in Lin Yizhi's arms.

Lin Yizhi muttered: "Senior, with Yu Lei to talk to you, I guess you will never be alone again......"

After saying this, Lin Yizhi looked down at the clear water in the palm of his hand again.

The clear water glows with a deep blue glow, as if it is flowing.

Dark blue ...... Lin Yizhi thought for a moment, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

I remember that Senior Brother Zeng once said that you must not be in the sea of obsession for more than two hours, otherwise you will be buried in the sea of fire forever. This clear water is the only thing that controls time, and over time, it will change from light blue to dark blue, then light red, and finally crimson, once it reaches deep red, it must be crushed within a few breaths, so that it will automatically be transmitted out of the sea of obsession.

And now, this drop of clear water has turned dark blue, which means that the clear water has come to the second node, the four colors of clear water, in other words, it has taken half of the time for me to pass the fire of killing before and the fire of greed now, that is, an hour.

Then there was only one hour left for himself to find Nalan Mingxuan.

Time is pressing, you have to hurry!

Thinking of this, Lin Yizhi raised his head and looked around. The heavy snow was still falling rapidly, and the outline of the magnificent and tall Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion could be faintly seen in the heavy snow.

It seems that he is still in the illusion formed by the fire of greed, because the scenery around him has not changed in any way. However, according to common sense, the hermit is dead, the most important link in this illusion is missing, and this illusion will no longer exist.

However, nothing has changed here. What's the problem? Or is it really there at all!

Lin Yizhi waited patiently for a while, but he still didn't see any movement, and couldn't help but pace back and forth in this snowy field.

Suddenly, there was a loud "boom" in the midst of the snow, as if thunder had resounded from the sky.

Lin Yizhi suddenly turned around, looked through the rolling snow waves, and couldn't help but shake his body suddenly, and he took a few steps backwards. There was even more horror on that face.

But seeing that the original vicissitudes of life were magnificent, the tall Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion, in that booming sound, was like a kite with a broken string, and it began to break from the middle. Then the whole building broke and collapsed like a tidal wave. At the highest point of the Sword Pavilion, it was like lowering the most noble head, and it poured down in an instant.

With the continuous collapse of the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion, the surrounding snowflakes were stirred up, diffusing and rippling.

However, in a few breaths, the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion, which was originally so magnificent that people had the urge to worship it, became a piece of rubble and broken wood. From a distance, in the wind and snow, there is a desolation.

Lin Yizhi just wanted to run to see what was going on, but Fang took a step and suddenly felt an extremely bright white light around him, which seemed to fall from the sky. The white light was so dazzling that I couldn't open my eyes.

Lin Yizhi suddenly felt as if his body was all wrapped in this white light, and then seemed to float up lightly.

This feeling of being helpless made Lin Yizhi very uncomfortable, and Lin Yizhi secretly mobilized the Anxiety Wuji Dao as if he wanted to break free, but he only felt that Zhou was bound more tightly by this white light.

Lin Yizhi was frustrated, so he simply gave up his senseless resistance and let it go.

The white light seemed to feel that Lin Yizhi was no longer resisting, and the restraint on him was immediately lightened a lot, and Lin Yizhi felt that his breathing was more or less smooth.

In this way, Lin Yizhi closed his eyes and let the white light bind his whole body, constantly floating in this vastness. He didn't know where the white light would take him, and he didn't know what else awaited him in front of him.

I don't know how long it took, Lin Yizhi suddenly felt that his body was light, all the restraints seemed to be gone, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Stimulated by the intense white light, although his eyes were open, his eyes were blurry, and he couldn't see anything clearly. Lin Yizhi waited for a while, and then slowly saw the situation in front of him clearly.

What heavy snow, what snow-covered world, what cold wind whistling mountain cliffs, all traces are missing at this moment.

Behind him, the yellow flames were churning, burning all over the sky, like a huge fire cage enveloping the heavens and the earth.

The fire is raging, and the flames are flying.

And where Lin Yizhi stood, although there were still a little pale yellow flames, they were scattered around, and they didn't come up, but although they were scattered flames, Lin Yizhi could still feel the extremely uncomfortable being scorched by the flames on Zhou's body.

Lin Yizhi looked at it for a while, and he already understood in his heart that it seemed that he had passed the test of the fire of greed, so the original illusionary scene would disappear, and there would be the raging yellow flame behind him.

The place where he was supposed to be was the junction of the fire of greed and the next sea of fire that was about to await him, so the fire would not be so raging.

Lin Yizhi stabilized his mind, and looked down at the clear water in the palm of his hand, but saw that the clear water was still dark blue, but a faint red thread appeared in the dark blue at some point, like a faint crack.

Lin Yi's heart suddenly tightened, and he said secretly, the clear water had changed from dark blue to light red, and his speed was even faster.

Lin Yizhi made up his mind, but he was extremely curious about the flames waiting for him in front of him. Is it the fire of delusion or the fire of emotional obstacles? What will appear? Will there be such an illusion?

Lin Yizhi's arrogance suddenly rose sharply, he flicked his clothes, and strode towards the unknown obsession fire sea area in front of him.

No matter what kind of illusion it is, why should I be afraid?

Nalan ...... Wait for me!

............

The mountains of Liwu Mountain are undulating, towering and towering, the clouds are vast, and they are insignificant and magnificent. However, in the depths of those mountains, close to the side of Mowei Peak, the sword-like cliff peak that seemed to fall from the sky and plunged into the depths of the earth, the peak height did not know where, and you could only see through the ethereal clouds, and the place where the peak seemed to be snow-white, as if it was covered by heavy snow.

However, at the top of that peak, except for the five years ago, when the senior disciples of the top sects of the various veins had seen it in order to catch the uninvited guests who broke into the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion, the others didn't even have the right to have the privilege of taking a look.

Because on the top of this peak, it is where the Ancient Immortal Hidden Divine Sword that has been in the town for thousands of years since the Sorrow Sect is located.

On the top of the peak, a magnificent, simple and solemn building is silent, as if witnessing the glory and glory of the Church of Sorrow for thousands of years. That building should be the forbidden place that has been separated from the Sorrow Sect for 10,000 years - the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion.

From the summit all the way down, until it approached the belly of the mountain, it was covered with a thick layer of snow and ice that had accumulated for an unknown number of years, and in the cold, the crystal clear snow pillars shone with a bitter coldness.

It's a snowy world. The world is so pure that there is only one color - white. Because there are snowflakes floating in the sky above it that never seem to stop.

Except for the heavy snow and the silent Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion, there was nothing else, not even a single withered pine.

If Lin Yizhi came here, he would definitely be amazed, because everything here was exactly the same as what he saw in the fire of greed.

It's just that maybe Lin Yizhi will never know that on the sword-like peak of the Liwu Sect, there really is an existence like an illusion.

The snow was falling, and the wind was cold. The white of everything seems monotonous and piercing lonely.

Suddenly, in front of the snow-white cliff, two extremely incongruous figures appeared silently.

Both figures stood with their hands in their hands, staring at the silent falling snow for a long time.

The two figures, one of them wearing a dark robe, the gossip pattern on the robe seemed to be slowly turning, exuding an ethereal aura, and the fairy wind Dao bones were ended.

The other person, on the other hand, was dressed in a thin white robe, and the cold wind blew, and the clothes fluttered and melted into one place with the white snow in the wind, and it was no longer distinguishable.

It's just that the bearing of this white-robed person is completely different from that of the dark-colored Dao robe. That man was immortal, proud, and compassionate, with an innate majesty. And this white-robed man is thin and thin, although his expression is slender, his body is rickety, and his face is also withered.

The two of them stood in the wind and snow like that, and neither of them wanted to break the silence between heaven and earth first.

Finally, a trace of sadness appeared on the old face of the rickety white-robed old man, and he slowly spoke: "What's the matter? Isn't it really as you wish? Do you really want to see such a result?"

The dark-colored man in the robe didn't answer, but slowly stretched out his left hand towards the heavy snow, and after a while, the palm of his hand was covered with white snowflakes.

Suddenly, the man clenched his hand suddenly, and when he spread it out again, the original smart and complete snowflakes disappeared in unison, only a puddle of cold water flowed down his palm, drop by drop, and then fell into the deep cliff, which could no longer be found.

Seeing this, the thin white-robed old man seemed to fully understand, and sighed long: "Okay, since you have made up your mind, no matter what I say, it will be in vain. Whatever you want. ”

After saying this, the white-robed old man slowly turned around and slowly walked towards the wind and snow.

The snow under his feet made a subtle rustling sound, like crying.

In the wind and snow, the rickety white figure looked extremely sad and desolate.

The snow waves are vast, and the white figure can no longer be seen, but there is a word in the cold wind: "No matter what you do, you remember, I hope that as you said, only for the livelihood of the world, only for the statistics of the worries, if one day, if I find that you are against your heart, I will never agree...... Also, to that child...... It's better!"

The sound and the cold wind that whimpered for a long time in the snowy sky.

I don't know how long it took, in the snowy world, only the figure in the dark robe remained, still standing there in that posture, motionless. His back was suddenly a little lonely in the snow.

The snow fell silently, and his dark color robe was completely covered, as if a white snow robe was draped on top of that robe, but the lifelike gossip pattern was more eye-catching.

Suddenly, he slowly looked up at the sky, and the snow covered by his body instantly fell silently from his robe, melting into the snow-white earth.

Above the sky, the clouds were thick, and the snow was like tears.

He muttered, "Master...... You tell the apprentices...... Is it really in vain...... Did you do something wrong?"

However, no one answered him, only a torrent of snow.

He shook his head vigorously, turned around suddenly, and slowly disappeared at the end of the snow wave.

The next moment, the snowy world once again returned to its due loneliness and quiet, only the cold wind blew the snowflakes in the sky, such as the wandering children who could not find the direction of home......