Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

After listening to Xiang Shen's words, everyone reacted differently, some were calm, some were flustered, and some were questioned, but there were a few people from Yinsu who acted as guarantees, so people believed it.

The island is barren, and under the gray sky, there are no extra clues left. Judging from the situation, it should be a mirage waiting for tomorrow.

The long night passed slowly, and more and more monks came to the island. By noon, there were about 60 monks.

With the concerted efforts of everyone, those demon cultivators were wiped out.

At noon, the mirage reappeared in the sky, black whirlpools rolled in the clouds, separated by a thin layer of mist, almost entangled the sky.

Looking at the gnawing vortex in the sky, Yin Su's eyes changed several times, mixed with coldness and scrutiny.

The rest of the people who saw this scene couldn't help but be shocked even after going through several twists and turns in the secret realm. After all, the picture presented by the mirage is in some ways no different from the real one, and they have no cultivation at this time. When the vortex comes , I'm afraid more bad luck than good luck.

The Yaoyang just now was covered by a vortex covering the sky and the sun in an instant. Seeing this scene, Wen Song raised his brows in a melancholy way, "Su Su."

"Well," Yin Su responded, and patted the back of Wen Song's hand lightly, "It's impossible for everything to be lifeless, don't worry."

It's just that even though he said so, his eyes as black as ink were gloomy.

Two quarters of an hour later, the vortex receded, and Yao Rifu emerged from the sea again, illuminating everyone's gloomy eyebrows, but not able to illuminate the worries deep in these people's eyes.

Before everyone could think of a solution, a black vortex appeared in the center of the island. This vortex was not big, but it was really frightening.

What's even more frightening is that this vortex is gradually getting bigger.

No matter how calm the monks standing here are, it is impossible for them to be indifferent to their own safety.

After all, once one dies, everything in the world, long life, and ascending to immortality will disappear in a blink of an eye.

Who can not spare his own life?

So when the vortex gradually spread to the feet, most people turned around and fled outwards. Looking at the direction, it should be where the boat stopped.

Yin Su looked at the monk rushing away, and then at the black vortex behind the monk that swallowed up the green trees and vegetation, and smiled.

He held Wen Song's hand and walked against most of the people, "Let's go back."

Wen Song looked at the monk who was about to lose sight of his back, feeling a little scared in his heart, "But they are all leaving..."

Yin Su looked at him sideways, his eyes were like deep streams in a secluded forest, "Do you still remember the scorching sun when we first met?"

Wen Song nodded.

There was a smile in Yin Su's eyes, "Maybe the vortex in the sky is just like that at that time. If you retreat, you will not get another chance."

Wen Song looked at Yin Su's deep eyes that could not see the bottom, and was stunned. When he realized it, he and Yin Su had already jumped into the bottomless abyss.

The moment of weightlessness made him hug Yinsu tightly.

Yin Su wrapped his arms around his waist with one hand and Hong Xi with the other, his eyes were clear and vigilant.

The figures of the two were ups and downs in the whirlpool.

Along with the two of them, Qi Mu and others jumped down.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally felt the real feeling of landing on my feet.

Wen Song slowed down for a while before letting go of the hands folded on Yinsu's back. He looked down at the black, wet soil under his feet, and finally felt a sense of reality.

He looked around and found that apart from their group, Lin Qi and several monks in moon white clothes jumped down.

Counting down a total of thirteen or four people.

Not much.

When he saw Lin Qi, Lin Qi also saw him, but this place was really not a place to reminisce, so the two just smiled as a greeting.

After Wen Song calmed down, he had the time to look at this place. The vortex that sent them down from above had disappeared, leaving only thick, almost ink-stained sea water. In front of him stood a jade belt bridge carved with swimming dragons. The bottom of the sea is particularly eye-catching.

Like a lead.

Just don't know what's on the other side of the bridge.

After Wen Song came down with Yin Su, the fear in his heart gradually dissipated. His eyes lingered on the bridge, and after a while he said: "Shall we go up?"

In the cultivation world.

Lu Yin brought Wen Fu to Wen Tianzhu, and walked slowly towards the place with the strongest aura.

This time Wen Fu's sea of ​​consciousness was not sealed, so he could clearly see what the thing he wanted to destroy looked like.

A disc-shaped thing, covered with chaos, can't be seen clearly with the naked eye. Wen Fu wanted to poke out his consciousness to take a look, but was stopped by Lu Yin, "Don't make up your own mind."

Wen Fu raised his eyes, implicitly reminding, "I thought we were in a cooperative relationship now, not that I was subject to you."

Lu Yin met his gaze, and said in a flat tone, "This thing has the ability to devour, if you want to try it, I won't stop it."

Wen Fu closed his eyes and said no more.

Lu Yin took his hand and sent him into the formation that had already been engraved, and then the spiritual power surged in his palm, activating the formation.

At the same time, an illusory mist surged around Wen Fu's body. The mist split into two and slowly peeled off from his body.

Lu Yin led the mist, trapped the disc in it, and then activated another formation to completely destroy it.

The entire Golden Scale Continent trembled, and its spiritual power decreased by one point compared to before.

But this time there was no sign of heaven.

When Wen Fu came out of the formation, his face was a little pale. He looked at the empty palm and clenched it tightly, as if he wanted to grab something.

Seeing his movements, Lu Yin's eyes half-cast, "Let's go to the next place."

Wen Fu bit his lower lip, and answered "Yes" a little unwillingly.

In the Yaowang Ruins.

Yin Su held Wen Song's hand, "The road ahead is unknown, let's go together."

Wen Songhui held him and interlocked his fingers, "Yes."

The five of them stepped onto the bridge first.

Lin Qi and Tao Wanqiu followed behind.

The monks in moon white clothes followed at the end.

The bridge they were on was called Duhun, and after crossing the bridge, their consciousness was drawn back ten thousand years ago...

As soon as Wen Songfu regained consciousness, he saw a blood-stained scene. A woman in red and white hair stood volleying above the Nine Yi Sect, her eyes were covered with blood-red cobwebs, and she wanted to go crazy, while below was the real blood flow Chenghe, Yushu Yaojie, Yudian Qionglou are all dyed with bright red.

Then the screen changed to Jianping of Nine Yi Sect.

Thousands of disciples were drained of blood and looked haggard, while the woman sat on the high platform with indifference and hatred intertwined in her eyes.

After that, all the disciples were thrown to the high platform where the woman was sitting, and their spiritual bones were drawn out to sacrifice their blood.

The more Wen Song looked at this picture, the more familiar it became. For a moment, something seemed to burst out of his mind.

When he was in a daze, the picture changed again.

On both sides of Fengdu Cliff, righteousness and demons confront each other, and in an instant, thousands of corpses are gone, and blood is surging to the sky.

The woman's white hair fluttered, and she harvested the lives of hundreds of monks with her hands, and the righteous way was merciless.

Wen Song saw Yin Weizhi in a daze, his face was still immature, and he was not the suzerain.

I don't know how long this battle lasted. When Buddha Xiu arrived, both sides were seriously injured.

After that, Wen Song lost consciousness again. He thought it was over, but when he woke up, he saw another scene. The location was still Fengduya. Looking at the abyss under his feet, he slowly opened his lips, "Fight."

The scene after that seemed to replicate the scene ten thousand years ago, but it was even more tragic than that.

He saw many people died, Master, Zhenjun Chongyao, Yin Weizhi, Senior Brother, Yin Su, and himself...

He saw Moxiu stepping on Fengdu Cliff, wantonly slaughtering in the realm of comprehension, everywhere he went, there were many bones...

He saw that Jinlin Continent's spiritual power was exhausted and it was coming to an end...

When Wen Song opened his eyes, he had already returned to the cave of Jiuyizong. He blinked, and hot tears fell down his cheeks.

Yin Su walked up to him, his eyes were serious, "What did you see?"

Wen Song stared at Yin Su in a daze, and told the scene he had just seen, "Does Su Su still remember the woman we saw when we were possessed in Qianque City?"

"Remember," Yin Su wiped his tears for him, "I saw the same picture as you, I guess this has something to do with my Nine Yi Sect Ascension ancestor."

Wen Song murmured: "It turned out to be true, so what we saw in Qianque City was actually true, whether it was the sword cultivator who killed the woman, or the woman sacrificed to the sky with monks all over the city..."

It's just that the monks all over the city have become sword cultivators of the Nine Yi Sect.

Holding the weak Wen Song in his arms, Yin Su turned his head and said, "Brother Xiang, I want to report this to my father, do you want to go with me?"

Xiang Shen shook his head, "I also want to go back to the sect and report these things to Master Ming."

Yin Su said: "Yueling Gate is thousands of miles away from Jiuyi Sect. With your cultivation level, it will take at least one day to go back. It would be faster if you let your father transmit the voice to Sect Master Shen."

Xiang Shen thought about it and agreed.

Hall of Longevity.

"Meet the Sect Master."

Yin Weizhi called out, "What's the matter?"

Yin Su first narrated the experience of Qianque City, and then talked about the scene he saw in the Yaowang Ruins, "I want to ask my father, is the Lingbai Sword Master who ascended ten thousand years ago named Cui Bai?"

Yin Weizhi's fingers were on the armrest, his sharp eyes were slightly scattered, "Yes."

Yin Su clasped his hands and said, "Can father tell us the inside story here?"

Thinking of what happened ten thousand years ago, Yin Weizhi sighed slowly. He first sent a sound transmission to Shen Yu, and then sent Xiang Shen and the others out of the palace, leaving only Wen Song and Yin Su, "Ling Bai Sword Master and Wei Wei Like his father, he practiced ruthless swordsmanship. When he encountered a bottleneck, he went out of the sect to practice, and borrowed a woman to break through the emotional barrier.

A few years later, Sword Master broke through the second level of the ruthless way, so he abandoned the woman and returned to the sect to retreat when he was making glass, and several years later, Sword Master broke through the third level, but his love ·Desiring to be indifferent, naturally he did not go back to look for the woman, but devoted himself to cultivation and directly ascended...

However, the woman is the daughter of the lord of the demon world, and she has no taboos in doing things. How can she stop after being abandoned?

This brought disaster to the sect, and nine out of ten disciples who stayed in the sect died at that time.

The Nine Yi Sect was hit hard by this, and it united with the five great immortal sects to fight against the Demon Realm, both sides were seriously injured. "

After he finished speaking, he sighed again, "I don't want to think that the woman's resentment has not disappeared after ten thousand years."

After Wen Song heard Yin Weizhi's words, he really wanted to smash the dog's head of Lingbai Sword Master, what to use a woman to break through the relationship, to put it bluntly, is to play with the woman's feelings.

He pursed his lips, and said: "The way of the ruthless sword is so harmful, why does the Nine Yi Sect keep this way?"

What he said was a bit offensive, but Yin Weizhi didn't care, "The cultivation technique that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years does not mean that it can be abolished if it is abolished, but after this incident, the deity will not let the ruthless sword into the world again .”