Did you know you were wrong

Hunyuan's voice appeared and then dispersed, and Jin Qiu followed King Yin across mountains and rivers to the land of Yin, and it took only one day.

There is no difference from the New Year here, but the scenery inside is different from 6000 years ago. With the departure of the Buzhou Mountains, the aura pattern of Yin has undergone great changes to make up for that vacancy.

There are not enough rivers, and it is impossible to live together with big lakes and vegetation like Weidi, and there are no mountains and sand dunes. Yindi originally used ghosts to cast underground foundations, and Buzhou mountains to cast the earth's foundations. If it is completely removed, the formation will basically change, so the inside is empty and the outside is empty, which is not conducive to monks' living.If you are a little monk with low comprehension, you don't have to worry about it.However, Yin people have always been faster than ordinary people in cultivating immortals. It is a pity that it is difficult to make progress due to lack of spiritual energy.

King Yin is not a person who tolerates regrets, and he will not let his monks fall behind due to lack of aura.

In the 2000 years after the Yin land was destroyed, he has been trying to rebuild the foundation.

Jin Qiu knew about this, but he didn't care about it.

Now, although he has no power, he can still feel the aura, which is very strong, just like 6000 years ago.

"Not much has changed here."

"Gu doesn't like too much change."

Jin Qiu didn't speak any more. He observed the layout of Yin's aura, and found that it was composed of tens of millions of small formations. Everyone praised him for his research on formations. In fact, he was not as good as King Yin, and he knew many formations. The law does not come from my own comprehension, but from the hundred years of living with King Yin.But his eyesight has always been good, even if he loses his mana, he still knows the source of Yin Di's current aura.

It is an infinitely changing spirit gathering formation, attached to every piece of land, not even the tiny roots of the branches and leaves are left behind, and the air is filled with the smell of formations.It is the art of nourishing qi, using the aura in the vegetation, water and soil to stimulate more aura in it.This technique is not easy to perform, if you want to complete a whole, I'm afraid you need to turn over the whole land, no wonder the breath is still the same, but there is no familiar place in the palace.

Jin Qiu looked up to the farthest distance, and with his current body, he couldn't see more, but he felt that the eyes around him were not too friendly.

Leng Hanze had already gone away, and he didn't mean to get involved in these things.

"You should be wary of him, I always feel that he has malicious intentions. Even if it is harmless, you should not let Yin Lie come into contact with him, lest you suffer."

Jin Qiu was worried that Yin Lie would follow in his and King Yin's footsteps, but King Yin just frowned and didn't say a word.

The palaces of Yindi are in the shape of mountains and hills.

Walking to hundreds of miles, it is decorated with high trees, the branches are intertwined, and connected as a whole. There is a river in the center of the main road, winding and flowing in the palace. The breathing is smooth, the spirit body penetrates the body, even the wounds on Jin Qiu's body no longer hurt.

For an hour, the king of Yin slowed down and took Jin Qiu to see a part of the Yin land. The road that ordinary people need to walk for several months was traversed in a short period of time, and the depths of the Yin land were already in sight.

The two of them never spoke along the way, just like many years ago, just silently accompanying each other was enough.

Jin Qiu was not afraid of the darkness of Yin.

He looked at the large open space in front of him, the palace was ten feet above the ground, suspended in the air, the ground was empty, although there were vegetation, most of them were not high.

The way of existence of spiritual energy is different from those outside. The names of the palaces he was familiar with in the past have long been inconsistent with these names. Just looks.

With a sound of "throwing", something suddenly came with the wind, wiped Jin Qiu's face, and was stopped by King Yin.

"Yin Lie, who will allow you to make mistakes." King Yin's deep voice echoed in the palace.

Jin Qiu looked at the stone pills that fell on the ground, and heard Yin Lie's reply, "No one, just popped out at random, wanting to see how someone avoids the pills."

Yin Lie stood on the stage, holding a slingshot in his hand, swinging it boredly, it seemed that he was somewhat cruel and innocent.

Surrounding him were Yuan Heluo, whose face was still round but purposely puffed up, and a pair of brothers and sisters who looked similar.

"Did you come from Song?" Jin Qiu asked Yin Wang in a low voice.

King Yin nodded and led him to the stage of the palace.

"Your Majesty." The three other than Yin Lie bowed to the King of Yin. Different from Yin's black clothes and Yuan's red clothes, they were Song's white clothes. They were about the same age as Yin Lie, and the women looked even more Be more imposing, with a whip pinned to his waist, his face slightly raised, with an arrogant and rude look, only when he looks at King Yin and Yin Lie, he appears docile. The world of cultivating immortals is really too ordinary.

Song Gong looks like a fairy, with white beards flying all the time

The man from Song didn't raise his head, he shrank behind the woman, he really looked like a worthless man, without half the demeanor of Duke Song.

"Why did uncle bring an ugly man back, he's very dirty." The woman from Songdi asked.

King Yin didn't look at her, but walked up to Yin Lie and snatched his slingshot, strangled his wrist and said: "Next time if you do this again, I will break your hand."

Yin Lie pulled back his hand, he was sure about it, since Jin Qiu appeared, his father has changed, I don't know who it is for.Responding perfunctorily, he began to stare at Jin Qiu.

It was really as Leng Hanze said that he had no mana, so he curled his lips.

Jin Qiu looked down at his dusty Tsing Yi, and understood that the woman said he was ugly. He had never been called ugly, and he didn't care about the sudden disfigurement. Even if he lost his mana, this kind of The injury should be healed in half a month at most, so there is nothing to say.

"Song Fuzhu, what Xiu and Yin Lie can't learn well." King Yin stood in front of Jin Qiu, seemingly unintentionally, but blocked Song Fuzhu's eyes from looking at Jin Qiu.

The woman called Song Fuzhu smiled, "Uncle is still so strict, I don't know who this ugly man is, I can let my uncle protect him. It's better..." Before she finished speaking, she was pulled down by the man behind her , "Sister, stop talking."

Song Fuzhu paused for a moment, then said, "It's better to make him and me a servant, and put him next to my uncle, and others will gossip."

In the land of Yin, no one dared to gossip about the King of Yin, and everyone knew this truth.

King Yin's expression was extremely cold and stern, but after frowning, he asked Jin Qiu: "Would you like it?"

Jin Qiu shook his head.

King Yin then said to Song Fuzhu, "He is your servant now."

"Father, it's better to give it to her than to me!" Yin Lie hurriedly said.

But he spoke too late, and King Yin's figure had long since disappeared.

"Haha, Lie, if you want to see it, you can come to me." Song Fuzhu took out the whip pinned to his waist, whipped it on the ground, stirred up unnecessary dust, and shouted: "Go! If you don't obey, you will be whipped !"

Jin Chou's face was still solemn, and his expression was not covered up on that tattered face, but the solemnity appeared to be a little clearer.

"Who taught you this?" Song Gong died in the land of Jin, and Song Gong's heirs were still young at that time, so they should have been raised by the King of Yin.Song Fuzhu is the grandson of Song Gong. From birth to now, the king of Yin could not ignore him, but how did he develop such a appearance.

Yin Lie was very different from what he thought, and the Song family siblings were even more inconsistent.

Song Fuzhu stared into his eyes, "Who is it? You are not a cultivator of immortals. You ugly man, who looks disgusting, yet dare to question me here? I learned these things without a teacher. , It all depends on your own comprehension, but you, fearing that you have no father or mother, imagined using family rituals to bind the world."

There was blood on her whip, hanging on the ground, and her eyes were full of hatred.

Although it was not clearly stated that the person in front of him was a cultivator of immortals, it had already been revealed clearly that the king of Yin could take him away with him, and this world would not have thought of him.

"You don't know what etiquette is! Why are you talking nonsense here!" Hearing this, it was not Yin Lie who stood up first, but Yuan Heluo. He looked at Jin Qiu with disbelief, and listened Song Fuzhu's chest heaved angrily at his words.

"Ha, it turned out to be Yuan Dengzhuo, the son of the head of our Yuan family. What is it? Your ancestor was killed by Immortal Chongxiu, but you regard Immortal Chongxiu as more important than your father? Immortal Chongxiu is really great, he can make people Abandon the hatred in the common world, but what does it have to do with your most respected cultivator when I teach my servant? Could it be that you are not obsessed with the cultivator, but obsessed with this ugly monster." Song Fuzhu smiled, without money The bell-like sound was only hoarse, like a sarcasm squeezed out of the roar.

She really grew up with Yin Lie, even the sarcastic laughter is very similar in some aspects.

Yuan Bo and Song Gong both died at the hands of the Jin family, and the methods they used were very despicable. Jin Qiu himself was ruthless and ruthless back then, far better than he is now. passerby.

In this way, a lot of crimes were caused.And under his usual solemnity is the oblivion of everything.

It's a pity that he can forget, but others are unwilling to forget.

After Song Fuzhu finished speaking, he raised his whip, Yuan Heluo stood upright, but Yin Lie sneered and walked away with his face covered.

These hundreds of years old monks are completely different from Jin Qiu when he was young.

When he was so old, he seldom left the Jin family, but devoted himself to cultivation and never cared about worldly affairs.

Song Fuzhu's whip had been pulled down, and it hit the human body with a "slap", but it was not Jin Chou's body, but her younger brother's hand. The hand was cracked, full of blood, and white bone balls were faintly visible. exposed.

"Song Fuzhu, stop making trouble." When he didn't call Song Fuzhu his "sister", he made him look like a brother instead.

It was a very white face, and also a pair of very white hands. When he looked at Jin Qiu, his face was full of sadness, not compassion, but the sadness of ants crawling on the ground that would die if they struggled. Wasn't he Sad for Jin Qiu, but sad for himself and the Song family.

When Jin Qiu saw his expression, he frowned like the king of Yin, but unfortunately his eyebrows had been cut long ago, and he felt broken looking down.

"Song Fubai, you are such a coward. Yuan Dengzhuo has more backbone than you. He is a hidden hypocrite, but you are a real coward." Song Fuzhu put away the whip, put it back on his waist, and said with his head raised.