Qi Huang Xian Road

In the middle of the night, there is always a long night in the north, and snowflakes are falling from the deep clouds.The space between the sky and the earth has been filled with snow, and even the wind cannot shake it, everything seems to be still.

Jimoran stood alone in the snowstorm and looked up at the sky.In a short while the whole ground was covered with icy splendor, and the bright moon in the sky disappeared and the stars dimmed.Only this endless snow.

He didn't carry any spiritual power, and Jimo Ran's long hair was covered with snowflakes, as if he had white hair and pale face.Not a single snowflake fell on the black clothes, and all the traces of aura disappeared quietly.It's no accident that Jimo Ran is standing there like this.Rather, it is entering meditation.

It is also strange to say that since Jimoran just arrived at this mountain range, the sky has changed suddenly, and ice and snow have come one after another.He didn't leave any idle time, but just like that, he actually realized something in the wind and snow.It was like crystal snowflakes washed away everything that had been covering his mind, and his mind was immediately refreshed, and his thoughts were spinning.

At this time, he was able to use his divine sense to evolve the imperial envoy technique taught by Yanzhong in an instant, and to gain insight into its loopholes, and even use his spiritual consciousness to simulate what kind of material this technique uses so that it can go straight to the nine heavens and break the endless wind and fierce sun. .

In the blink of an eye, there was another set of swordsmanship that I had seen in Bailianzong, called Hengyang Six Thorns.Although there are only six styles, Jimo Ran is waving to move the heart, as if it is used casually, freely.Six thorns evolved into twelve thorns, and then 48 thorns, and finally got [-] thorns.

Jimoran didn't have a sword in his hand, so he took the sword instead.He actually turned this sword technique into a palm technique, and all the snow around him was lifted up by the strong palm wind and moved with the palm technique.

What's even more strange is that Jimo Ran seemed to feel a chill coming from the pure and immaculate snow and ice under his feet.Although he couldn't see anything, but Jimo ran into concentration, the moment he closed his eyes, his whole body was like a gray, white and black three-color stone tablet.The sky is full of stars.All things on the earth are connected with lines in Jimo Ran's divine thoughts.

He looked at his feet, but he was puzzled. There were terrible lines under his feet, like some kind of balls of thread.But the most frightening thing is that the lines that Jimo Ran sees are all disconnected.Can't help feeling unknown.It's just that he was so amazed, what he didn't know was that the lines on his body were no worse than those under his feet.It's just that there are three lines that are exceptionally tough and connect to the distance.

Jimo suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were flooded, like torches, shining on the ground.

This moment starts from Jimoran's side.Everything stops, whether it is snowflakes, breeze, or even everything in the distance, it is completely silent.Only a few great powers seem to have escaped this.

In the Peach Blossom Forest, before sitting in a chess game, the woman finally dropped a piece, as if she had predicted that the world was fixed.After a long time, he said: "Has it started again?" The face that has not changed for thousands of years rarely frowned, and then laughed wildly, and the laughter was desolate.He murmured: "Every year, every year, the flowers bloom and fade. If you don't come, Gu Lang, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait."

Under Donghai Jianyuzong, Ji Lao played with the astrolabe and said to himself:

"Isn't it right?"

"Right? Wrong?"

"It's weird, it's weird."

Jimoran's body gradually turned into real starlight, gradually dissipating, but the original underground lines became active, and all the sun, moon, and stars on the ground began to reverse, and day and night were instants. This is the real power that can reverse time and space.At this time, Jimoran actually relied on his little knowledge to comprehend in the snow.

Everything is amazing. The ice and snow melted, retreated, withered grass, and broken logs regained their lives. What happened in this area was beyond anyone's imagination.

When Mo Ran opened his eyes again, he saw a scene full of vitality.There are spiritual grasses and sacred trees everywhere, as if they have spiritual consciousness.Slightly bowing their heads and showing their faces, a group of spirit beasts roamed freely in the forest. It was completely unexpected that they would become like that in just a few decades.

At this moment, Jimo Ran is in a miraculous state, obviously his body is gone, and his soul is not there, but he can clearly perceive his own location and use it to transform into form.Pay attention again and then realize that I have three souls and seven souls outside.

He vacated for thousands of miles, and only then did he avoid the trees, only to find that the terrain was the same as when he came, but the front was different. According to what he saw, there was nothing thousands of miles away, and he could faintly see a tall building with the highest point like There is a star that keeps shining like a star, shining in all directions.

Tens of thousands of miles from this side are covered by the ban.The source is that tall building.Jimoran watched, and was about to get up and go.The accident happened suddenly.

According to what Jimeran saw, the earth trembled and the earth dragon turned over.The tall building soared into the sky, bringing a piece of land with it.Many people can be vaguely seen above.Jimo ran hurried forward, the closer he got, the more it felt wrong, those people seemed to be fighting with something.

After a while, I don't know why they start killing each other, fighting, crying, and shouting.

Like a disaster far beyond the imagination of most people.The earth dragon rolled over, and a blood-red miasma ran rampant unscrupulously in this fairyland.Invade another person's body at will.The people in the prison lost themselves in a short period of time, and instead attacked other people.

Jimoran looked at this tragedy in the world.But there was no way to do it. Only then did he understand that these facts existed in the past or at a certain point.

He didn't know why he was out of his body, and he saw this amazing scene.

'What happened at this moment must be the old things here in the Northland. ' Jimo Ran thought so.Over a thousand lamentations.

"Ah! Don't! Father, don't."

"Lian'er, why?!"

"Save us! How can there be such a disaster in the land of Langmang for thousands of years?"

"The sky will never let me wait, the sky will not allow me to wait!!!"

Jimoran looked at the tall building, and the huge pearl on the top gradually lit up.Gentle and bright beams of light swept across the entire area.The red light then fell off.

Jimo stood up and watched a father and son break through the encirclement and run out.It seemed that he had done something before leaving, the sky suddenly became dark, and a huge cold wind blew from the west, carrying icy snowflakes.

Compared with this Tianwei Pearl, it seems to be a little dimmer.Instead, it casts a more dazzling light.It's like trying to paint it all in white.

Jimeran quickened his pace to go to the tall building.For about an instant, Jimeran saw the tall building.Pavilion Feixuan, vertical pole flying sail.The tall building is built on a natural stone pillar, and the side of the stone pillar is carved into a long walkway.The stone steps are high, exquisitely carved, and connected with ropes.

A high platform was built on the stone pillars, paved with stone slabs, and an open-air medicine house was built.

All these are very familiar to Jimo Ran, this is obviously one of the three stars watching the moon in Wanhua Valley, Xingxingju.

Jimeran can almost imagine the grandpa, the sage of medicine, busy in front of the medicine hut.Next to him are the drug boy who helps to dry the medicine and the little disciple who only makes trouble and adds to the busyness.

He bowed unhurriedly.After three prostrations, he shook his sleeves and walked towards the higher level of Star Seeking Hall.

Like Xing Xing Palace, there are no other people, just leaving a mess in the building.The white chess has been decided, although the sunspot has a ray of life, but it is not known who will be the first mover.

Jimoran worshiped again, and vaguely remembered that in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, there were two sages in Zixuwu who lived in seclusion in the Mixing Palace.Taoist Zixu's swordsmanship is superb and he is proficient in Daoist principles, and even some people from Chunyang sect came to seek Taoism.Mr. Wu You lives more reclusively, does not see his martial arts, but has a different understanding of medical skills.

Different from Taoist Zixu's solemnity, Mr. Wu You is more kind. Many Xinglin disciples like this kind-hearted old man.Jumping around him all day long.But when Mr. Wu You was not angry, he mostly lived in harmony with his disciples.

The two of them love to play chess in front of Xing Xing Temple, and often they have exhausted the nineteen moves but still have no winner.In the past, chess masters once said: "The ancestors did not use chess to distinguish winners and losers, but to use chess to replace the game and divide the general situation."

Thinking of this, Jimo shook his head, the chess game is like this, if life is like chess, this is nothing but a bubble.

Turn around and continue to walk forward, the next place is the Star Picking Hall.

Following the spiral plank road, Jimoran finally reached the stone surface.There are only a few screens not far away, and there is a high platform in the screen. When Jimo walked to the high platform, dishes were scattered everywhere, as if a banquet had just ended.

He walked up the stairs to the tall building.The ladder is no more than thirty steps high, but it is difficult to step down.Jimeran struggled in his heart, as if someone deliberately presented all this to him, and told him clearly 'wishful thinking'.

Jimoran missed his hometown, the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the deep valley and thousands of flowers.That soil, that flower, that person, all of that is like a hook that tightly pulls all of Jimoran's emotions and his heart beats.Even if he went out to save the world with many of his classmates in the valley, he never thought that one day he would be exiled in another country.

It is because it is hard to meet Jimoran in his hometown, but it is even more uncomfortable. What he sees in front of him makes Jimoran can't help but have a bit of delusion, 'Is it Huagu?They came with me?pick me up? '

It took only a moment for my thoughts to step on the platform, and I felt a loud noise as soon as I went up, and the northwest sky seemed to be dyed, and all kinds of strange colors came together.The pearl on the top floor is bright.Covering the entire building, Jimeran couldn't see anything in it.Eyes are white soft light.

It's just that there seems to be a person sitting not far in front of him, squinting his eyes and seems to be able to see someone drinking alone.In the huge light, Jimo Ran could only see the man lying on his side, about to say something.The man poked his head over, and at that moment Jimo Ran found that he could not move at all, neither his body nor his soul.

The man turned his head and picked up the cup, stood up and drank it down.It seemed to be saying something to Jimo Ran, and he saw him standing against the wind in the light, facing the loophole without any fear.

But Jimoran seems to have begun to condense his mind, and in his final consciousness, he seemed to see a pair of very familiar eyes and three thousand white hairs, which were born at will.

The cold snowflakes fell on Jimo Ran's face, and the cold wind ruthlessly swept over Jimo Ran's body.After barely opening his eyes, Jimeran only felt pain all over his body.This pain is not physical, but more like mental pain.

All he saw was the vast snow, and he was lying alone on the snow, as if everything was a dream.The remaining warmth in the fingers, the spiritual breath in the clothes, and the crystallized tears on the face.All this, all this!

More like a prophecy, the snow was deeper and colder, stirring up Jimeran's mood.

Struggling to get up, let the wind and snow pass by.Plodding through the snow.There is only a line between the sky and the earth, and there is only a figure left in the vast expanse.There is a poem that says:

At the beginning of the great dream of life and death, one side is also the hometown.

I wake up and wake up to the end of my life, but I say that God will not let me lay down.

The author has something to say:

_(:зゝ∠)_It's almost over.But I am too lazy to write, is there any help?