Originated from mountains and seas, life never ends

Before Qin Xiao fell into coma, he fainted and heard a sigh.

When I opened my eyes again, I was stunned.

What came into view was an endless expanse of water, clear and bright, like a mirror, which could clearly reflect the scene above. And he was standing on this clear water mirror, barefoot, and there seemed to be an invisible barrier between the soles of his feet and the water, without the touch of water at all, but Qin Xiao stepped on it and found that the water surface was rippling with his movements.

Qin Xiao lowered his head and leaned over to touch the water surface. When his fingertips touched it, the smooth and delicate touch entered his mind.

Qin Xiao suddenly realized that he had no clothes on.

Qin Xiao frowned slightly and looked around, not knowing where he was.

Suddenly, footsteps came from all directions.

At first it was very faint and sounded erratic, but the pace was steady and rhythmic. Then it became louder and louder, until it sounded like a drum made of Kui Niu was being banged.

My ears hurt from the vibration.

Qin Xiao frowned and looked around, but couldn't tell where the sound came from.

A hand suddenly patted Qin Xiao on the shoulder.

Qin Xiao froze, turned around abruptly, and without any hesitation, raised his fist to punch backwards, but was caught by someone halfway.

After seeing the face of the person behind him clearly, Qin Xiao suddenly relaxed his strength and let go of his hand.

"...Master?" Qin Xiao asked tentatively.

"Oh, you recognize me. I thought you were so selfless and righteous that you forgot who I am."

These sarcastic words stunned Qin Xiao, who had just become excited.

Qin Xiao was somewhat at a loss: "Master...Master, I didn't..."

"Really? Haha."

The person in front of him was obviously very disdainful. There was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, and his gray eyes were suffocatingly cold.

The man in front of him was tall and thin, wearing a loose white robe that barely covered his body.

Although he had long silver-gray hair that reached down to his waist, his face was surprisingly young. There was a hint of hostility between his gray eyebrows, and his thin lips under his high nose bridge were as bloodless as a dead person. Even his skin was pale, like a corpse that had been dead for several days.

The "corpse" raised his hands, crossed his arms in front of his chest, looked at Qin Xiao and sneered: "Weren't you quite capable before? Why are you a stutterer now?"

Qin Xiao was speechless: "I..."

Mang Ling's temperament is different from Wu Luo's. He exudes deathly aura, as if he has lived in a mass grave for a long time. There is not a trace of living breath from him, nor is there any worldly mediocrity.

Mang Ling watched coldly as Qin Xiao began to panic. Not only did he not say anything to comfort him, but he smiled coldly, showing disdain for his current behavior.

If he hadn't run fast, the little brat would have been scared to death.

Are you panicking now?

Why didn't you think of looking for him at that time?

I didn’t go to him when I encountered problems, I didn’t tell him when I was wronged, I didn’t tell him when I discovered something shocking, I didn’t tell him when I was arrested and put in jail, and he was the last one to know when he was cut into pieces! !

Mang Ling thought about it and sneered.

He rarely went out in the mountains, but what about the thing he gave him? Was it difficult to tell him? Before giving him the thing, he hesitated, thinking what if this kid called him for something?

Boy, he really thought too much.

I have been away for decades and have not contacted him except for the few days when I returned to the mountains.

What a patience...

Mang Ling recalled the scene when he hurriedly arrived, and felt depressed. He looked at Qin Xiao and finally couldn't help but slapped him.

This seemingly light slap made Qin Xiao fly backwards ten meters.

Qin Xiao's head felt as if it was about to split apart in pain, but he said nothing, climbed up from the water mirror and ran to Mang Ling again.

Mang Ling closed his eyes, but the scenes of that day kept appearing in his mind.

He believed that he had no feelings for the child, and he had never taken much care of the child he picked up from the mountains. He had always let him roam freely in the mountains. Occasionally, when he remembered and felt like doing so, he would teach the child some ways to save his life.

Although this child was not very talented, he studied hard and had not gotten into any trouble yet, which made Mang Ling very satisfied. He had no interest in crying children like humans, but if they were well behaved like Xiao, he could still be patient and say a few words to them.

Because he was not very sentimental, he ignored Xiao when he was in his teens and wanted to go out to look for someone. Even though he knew that he would never find the person even if he searched for his whole life, he did not stop him. He just gave him a token that could be used to contact him, and told him to crush it and find him if his life was in danger.

Then he forgot about it in a flash.

Because Xiao hadn't contacted him for several years, he didn't care and just forgot about it.

It was not until one day, when Xiao came back covered in wounds, that he suddenly remembered that he had run away.

He asked casually, but was brushed off with a light answer, so he took it for granted that Xiao didn't encounter any serious problem.

After all, humans are fragile creatures. If there are things or issues that they cannot solve, they will instinctively seek help from the outside world, either by asking for help from others or by praying to gods or Buddhas.

So Mang Ling naturally thought that if something happened to Xiao, he would look for him, or go to some ghosts in the mountain.

Although the number of wounds on Xiao's body increased every time he came back, Mang Ling still didn't think there was anything wrong. There were so many undead souls on the mountain, and who hadn't been injured a few times in his life?

Until other mountains come to find me.

Tell him what the humans have been up to, tell him they are in danger.

But Mang Ling thought that even if he lost his power, it would not matter. At most, he would just disappear between heaven and earth. It was not worth panicking.

Live with Heaven and Earth, die with Heaven and Earth.

this is nothing.

This is what Mang Ling originally thought.

As a result, he heard Xiao's plan from that guy.

Good man, this little brat is going to use his own blood as bait, at the cost of his soul, to destroy that human's magic circle.

I have to say this is a good idea. If it were someone else, Mang Ling might even laugh and think that this person is quite useful.

But this is the man on his own mountain.

There are no rules in Mangshan. Any undead can live here or leave on their own.

But this is his apprentice.

Although he had never met the standards and things that humans required of him to be called a master, he was still a title after all, and he should know whether he was alive or dead.

Instead of deciding to die on her own without saying anything to him, and hoping to ensure their survival in this way.

What is this little brat thinking about all day?

Does he need his protection?

He knew that human beings' worship of God had become increasingly indifferent in the past hundred years, but he was different from others after all and did not need people's belief, so he never cared.

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether there are believers in other mountains. If there are believers, they will be happy, and if there are no believers, they will not be sad. After all, this is human’s own choice.

But they really didn't understand why they were expected to destroy it.

They were grateful for Xiao's behavior, but they also felt it was unnecessary.

There is no need to do that for them.

Mang Ling knew that this was his own choice and he wanted to protect them, but Mang Ling was very dissatisfied with his behavior of making decisions on his own without telling her anything.

Although I am dissatisfied, I still want to bring the person back.

When they arrived at the place, they found that the person's soul had already dispersed.

It has to be said that there was a reason why that human was so arrogant. Although the formation had been destroyed, the remaining energy still had an effect on him.

Not much though.

Mang Ling blocked the flying soul at the first moment. If he was a step later, it would have been gone.

Mang Ling landed on the stage, ignoring the many stunned humans at the scene, and turned to look at his disciple who barely looked like a human.

At that moment, Mang Ling felt as if something was ignited in his heart.

It was an extremely unfamiliar emotion that seemed to burn him completely to ashes and made him tremble uncontrollably.

Then Mang Ling waved his hand and took the lives of everyone present.

Except for one woman.

He sensed the scent of Owl on her.

Mang Ling easily rolled up the owl's soul into a ball and found that one soul was missing.

So he went looking again.

After finding it, I agreed with the opinions put forward by other people on the mountain.

Bai Ze also told him this opinion, but he refused at that time. His reason was that he felt that the malice of human beings towards him was no big deal. It could not cause any substantial harm anyway. He would not bother those humans and just let them talk.

Bai Ze felt a little sorry, but did not force it, and they left.

And Mang Ling had not expected that he would bring up this proposal again decades after they left.

A proposal that moves mountains and seas.

Bai Ze realized that humans no longer needed them and had developed a strong malice towards them. If they continued like this, it would cause devastating harm to many living beings, so it prepared to find a world that was still in its infancy, move the mountains and seas, and try to find another place to survive.

At that time, Mang Ling thought it was a foolish dream.

But Bai Ze still insisted, so Mang Ling did not stop him.

They succeeded.

Mang Ling didn't feel anything. It was just that a large and deep hole appeared where the mountain had been, but it was soon filled with land to form a plain.

Although Mang Ling realized that Bai Ze's words were gradually coming true, he still did not choose to confront him head-on.

Until this happened.

Mang Ling informed the gods in other mountains in a tone that left no room for doubt.

The others on the mountain had no objection and agreed.

So he gathered all the souls of the owls and brought many people to this world.

He felt Bai Ze's breath in this world.

After arriving in this world, many mountains were added to the continent overnight. Although Mang Ling knew that it might cause a huge sensation among humans, he did not have the spare mind to pay attention to it.

After all, having achieved such a degree, Mang Ling was naturally rejected by this world.

But he was extremely weak at the time and didn't have the strength to resist. If he tried to resist, he would be wiped out from the world.

But he still wanted to settle Xiao's soul before leaving.

So he hid himself, and remained quietly in the world for more than a few years, and finally found a human family that looked good.

The human family seemed to be in a good mood, and Mang Ling was quite satisfied.

The fetus in that woman's belly had already taken shape, but for some reason there was no soul to support it, causing the fetus to be unstable. If this continued, she would soon miscarry.

So Mang Ling stuffed her soul into it and helped her stabilize the fetus at the same time.

Calculating the date of human birth, Mang Ling came out on the day of his birth.

It was also noticed by the so-called Heavenly Dao.

After being struck by hundreds of heavenly thunders, Mang Ling was so weak that he could hardly maintain his body.

But he still went to visit the newborn owl.

In this life, he was given a human surname, Qin.

not bad.

Mang Ling thought that he would disappear immediately. Unexpectedly, he was helped by that troublesome person and fell asleep in the things he left behind.

until today.

Mang Ling raised his eyes, looked at the silent Qin Xiao opposite him again, and sighed.

"Do you know why I am here?" Mang Ling asked.

Qin Xiao was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and then seemed to remember something, and said softly: "I also met the two of you before..."

"Wu Luo?" Mang Ling rubbed his eyebrows. He sensed Wu Luo's breath from Qin Xiao's soul.

Qin Xiao nodded: "Yes."

Mang Ling sighed, sat down cross-legged, and nodded his chin to signal Qin Xiao.

Qin Xiao also sat down cross-legged like him, straightened his back and looked at him.

"This is your soul sea." Mang Ling pointed at the water surface and said, "I brought you to this world, and brought the other guys here as well. So in addition to the locals, this world also has those guys from before."

Qin Xiao was silent for a moment, then asked, "Why... did you come here?"

"I sensed Bai Ze's presence from here." Mang Ling lay down on his side, his clothes slipping down to reveal a large area of ​​his pale chest, "and he came straight over."

Qin Xiao nodded, not quite understanding.

The two of them fell silent.

Mang Ling didn't know how to communicate. Qin Xiao didn't speak first, waiting for Mang Ling to speak.

Mang Ling made a "tsk" sound as if in trouble, raised his brows slightly, and tapped the water lightly with his index finger.

In an instant, the entire soul sea became gloomy, and the originally bright sky turned dark and gloomy, with bursts of lightning and roaring sounds in between.

The surface of the water also became gloomy, as if it was painted with ink, without a trace of light.

In such a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere, Qin Xiao's expression did not change, he just watched quietly.

"Do you know why this happened?" Mang Ling asked casually.

Qin Xiao remained silent. He looked up at the lightning in the clouds and shook his head.

"Although this is your soul sea... or the depths of your soul, you cannot control or stop me here. Do you know why?"

"…Because you are powerful."

"Yes." Mang Ling responded calmly, "Because I am much stronger than you in terms of soul, so you are not the first controller here, I am."

"Any idea what this means?"

"You can't let anyone enter the Soul Sea at will?"

"That's just one aspect." Mang Ling tapped the water slowly, "You know, we are all just forms formed by consciousness. After death, we will not leave corpses like you or Ying Zhao, but will directly dissipate."

"So we don't own the Soul Sea, but we can rest and recuperate here with you."

"And you haven't noticed yet, besides me, there are two more people here." Mang Ling's voice was unreal, like the wailing of countless wronged souls.

Qin Xiao was stunned.

"Come out." Mang Ling raised his head slightly and said lazily.

Ripples began to appear on the water's surface, as if something was hidden in it.

Qin Xiao looked down and saw a huge creature suddenly appearing under the water. Its whole body was black, and it was swimming in an S shape underwater like a dragon.

Mang Ling made an impatient "tsk" sound.

The thing jumped out immediately.

The water surface broke, waves rose and fell, and a figure appeared.

The figure came over and its appearance gradually became apparent.

The first thing Qin Xiao saw was the dragon horn.

A pair of dark-gold eyes stared straight at him, and the long, wide mouth opened and closed, uttering human words: "Hello, hello."

Qin Xiao: "... hello?"

The entire figure was revealed, the dragon head was majestic, the body was very strong, with bulging muscles and long legs, and he was completely naked, wearing nothing.

That’s right, this is a strange creature with a dragon’s head and a human body.

Qin Xiao had already conjured up a set of clothes and put them on without any instruction when Mang Ling told him that this was his soul sea.

The figure did not feel embarrassed and sat down in front of Qin Xiao, imitating his posture.

"Ji Meng." Mang Ling pointed at it and introduced it to Qin Xiao.

Qin Xiao nodded, looked at it, then looked at Mang Ling, not knowing what to say.

Ji Meng looked at him and said nothing.

Mang Ling thought they could communicate on their own, so he just watched from the side.

But Qin Xiao looked at Ji Meng's rough yet somewhat handsome dragon head and didn't know what to say.

Ji Meng looked at Qin Xiao. After all, he had been hiding in his soul for so long. He had not said a word when he met Wu Luo and the others before. He pursed his lips guiltily unconsciously, feeling embarrassed to speak first.

The atmosphere just became heavy.