After the witch was reborn, she made all the talented people in the world of cultivation cry.

"Where is this place?"

Immortal Shuya looked confused. She felt like she had entered a different space, a still world.

I can't see the way forward, let alone the way back.

The surroundings were foggy and gloomy, time seemed not to exist, and the space was very different.

"Hey, is there anyone here?"

No one spoke, and there was no reply.

Not to mention the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers, you can't even hear the sound of a toad yawning.

"What on earth is this place? What on earth happened to me?".

Immortal Shuya, biological mother of Immortal Zixia, Taoist companion of Xingjun Fan Liang.

Originally ordered by the head of the Yue family, he confidently broke into the death array of Zixia Fairy City.

According to the planned teleportation trajectory of the formation, Immortal Shuya may be teleported to Zhuxiantai, and then randomly teleported to an unknown place via there.

Yue Yongjia, who broke into the death formation one step ahead of Immortal Shuya, was teleported to the small world of Beichen.

As a highly valued direct descendant of the Yue family, Yue Shuya enjoys many privileges that Fan Liangxingjun and his daughter do not have.

Yue Yongjia has a cross-border communication talisman, and Shuya Xianjun also has one.

People with different fates, Yue Yongjia contacted his ancestor.

Immortal Lord Shuya immediately thought of the cross-border communication talisman. Unfortunately, after the talisman was used, the message was not sent.

"what 's wrong?"

Things were so weird that even the surrounding fairy aura seemed stagnant and dull, causing Yue Shuya to panic.

"That's what it looks like!"

Immortal Lord Shuya finally figured it out and remained still.

Except for her, nothing alive around her.

As for her, her head was getting heavier and heavier, her ears were getting harder and harder to hear, and all her eyes could see was the small area directly in front of her.

Knowledge sea?

The brain has begun to become a dead thing, and there is no so-called sea of ​​consciousness.

"I, am I going to be assimilated into this weird place?"

Immortal Shuya entered Taoism through painting, and the piece here is like one of the millions of paintings she has painted before. No matter whether the painting skills are high or poor, it is just a painting at best.

The time in the painting is frozen, and everything in the painting is dead silent.

The last thing that Immortal Shuya thought about was: I am not the one who wrote the book after all.

Not only is he not the one who writes the painting, but he also becomes a part of the painting.

I don’t know how much time has passed, ten years, a hundred years or even a thousand years.

There are one or two hundred years, certainly not more than a thousand years, because Immortal Shuya has always made calculations.

Those who can become immortals through cultivation are not ordinary people, they are all people with great perseverance.

In Yue Shuya's long life, apart from loyalty to her family, it was her 'Tao'.

Between the family and the Tao, the Tao should take precedence.

She is neither a good wife nor a good mother, but she is an immortal with a firm heart.

Therefore, after experiencing the initial panic, she calmed down.

Unwilling to become a dead thing in this painting and calligraphy, Immortal Shuya tried hard to wake up.

The most important performance is to move.

The most basic difference between the inside and outside of the painting is that the people in the painting cannot move, but the people outside the painting can move.

Although she can no longer move freely, it is even less possible for her to fly to the sky and escape from the earth to become a beautiful fairy like before.

During the days when she couldn't break out of this space, 'moving', taking action, constantly moving herself became the instinct that supported her from being assimilated.

Her brain was sometimes awake and sometimes confused due to her instinctive movements.

But no matter what the reason was, keeping moving became her only motivation to survive.

She didn't just move, she also carved lines in her own way, and each line represented each day.

Day after day, year after year, she couldn't remember who she was or why she was here.

But she can move, and she has not been assimilated, which means she is still a living creature.

Because my mind is already very slow, sometimes when I walk back and forth in the same place, I still have a book in my hand that is full of lines.

During this time, some creatures would come in from time to time, some she knew and some she didn't.

Of course, as my brain becomes slower and slower, I no longer recognize anyone I knew before.

But regardless of whether they were familiar or unknown, they were all quickly assimilated into dead objects that could not move or think.

Yue Shuya couldn't figure out many things, but that didn't stop her from taking action habitually.

Whether it is mechanical action or conscious action, in short, she is always moving all the time.

Until one day, I suddenly heard a pleasant voice, "Hey, husband, why is there someone here?"

There is a person, and a living person, which is so surprising.

A rich and handsome man floated down, holding his hand on the beautiful woman's delicate shoulders, "It's her!"

"Ok?"

The woman glanced sideways at her husband and snorted, "Yong Ye——,

This girl is so good, is it possible that you have some thoughts about her? "

God Yong Ye held the woman in his arms and laughed loudly, "Yueya, why are you so cute?"

Yue Yashang's divine fiber pointed at his forehead, intending to be harsher, but the soft and waxy voice made the atmosphere more ambiguous.

"Confessing may not lead to leniency, but not telling the truth will definitely lead to harshness!"

God Yongye stopped laughing and said, "Okay, okay, I'll say it!

What to say? Didn't you feel some cause and effect from this woman? "

The God of the Moon Bud scolded in a sweet voice, "That's why I think of you, even if you are restless in the abyss of sin, you still have the leisure to flirt with fairies from good families!"

God Yongye nodded her slightly upturned nose in a dumbfounded way, and said dotingly, "You, you, why don't you think it's your precious daughter's fault?"

Yue Yashangshen scolded, "What's wrong with my daughter?

My daughter is fine!

Yongye, let me tell you, it doesn’t matter what you do to me, you must not treat my daughter badly. "

The Goddess Yue Ya looked at the sky with her beautiful eyes, and put her hand on her chest, with a sad face, "My daughter is good in every aspect, she is good-looking, has good aptitude, she is a beautiful person and has a kind heart, there is nothing bad about her.

Yongye, you don’t know.

When I wanted to leave her alone in Beichen's small world, my daughter tightly pulled my sleeves with her little hands and cried heartbreakingly.

You don’t know, when I passed through the divine tribulation, yum yum yum! "

Who could have imagined that during the calamity of God Yueya becoming a god and inner demon, his own daughter would die tragically.

It has been so many years, and every time she thinks about it, her blood surges, and she cannot calm down for a long time.

God Yongye didn't know how persistent his beloved wife was about this matter, so he quickly held her in his arms and comforted her again.

"Okay, okay, it's all over!

Our daughter can live as chicly as she wants now! "

God Yue Ya said: "Hmph, the two of us are guarding the wormhole here. If we can't let our only precious daughter live a free and unrestrained life, why do we still have to suffer?"

God Yongye coughed lightly, "Daughter-in-law, there is someone there, we have to fish her out!"

He knows better than anyone else that as long as he talks about his precious daughter, he talks about old things like sesame seeds and rotten millet.

His wife, a cold, god-like wife who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, always has endless things to say, and can keep you talking for days and nights without taking a sip of tea to catch your breath.