Merry little roll

Old man Si Ming pretended to hold Yuan Yang's hand: "Xian Jun Yuan Yang, I don't know when I will be able to return after this trip, I just hope you are safe!"

Mo Yin stood behind Yuan Yang, but his mind was attracted by the auspicious clouds that suddenly flew beside him.

The reincarnation environment is as beautiful as ever, the spring water is slightly swaying, the pear blossoms are snowing, and the sky is white and blinding people's eyes.

"As long as you don't look for the wrong person, it's fine." Old man Si Ming took out the ink fan and fanned himself slowly, "There are thousands of souls in the world, and we need to bring back a real one."

He untied the astrolabe around his waist: "There are three most likely places here. You should search for them in order first. If you make great achievements, don't forget me, a bad old man!"

Yuan Yang took over the astrolabe, and the red light on the bronze plate shone faintly, forming intricate patterns along the lines of the astrolabe.

There was a gust of breeze, snowflakes fell, and the spring water in the Samsara Realm was rippling.

There are three gold-plated dots in the reddish pattern, and Old Man Si Ming pointed to it and said, "These three dots represent three reincarnated souls, all of which are extremely rare fates, and the God of War is very likely to be one of them. I can only help you get here, the rest, you still have to think about it yourself."

Yuan Yang was thoughtful, pure white snowflakes kept falling on his scarlet brocade robe, and then gradually turned into water droplets, flowing down to the corner of the clothes, hanging like falling.

"Where will we reach the human world when we go out from this reincarnation realm?" Ruquan's voice sounded, and Mo Yin, who had been silent all this time, gently opened her vermilion lips, and the veil shook slightly in the wind.

"I don't know about this. I just know that it must be a place in the mortal world that is related to fairyland. It may be a temple, or a monastery, or a place for cultivating Taoism... Of course, it must be in these three places. Near the reincarnated soul." Old man Si Ming sighed, and handed the astrolabe in his hand to Yuan Yang, "Although it is an astrolabe, it may not necessarily find the exact location, so take it for now."

A few pear petals fell on the astrolabe, penetrated by the vermilion light, gradually turned into mist, and rose into the air.

Yuan Yang turned around, and Mo Yin and Mo Yin came to the cliff of Samsara Realm, the rocks were steep, and the boundless wind whizzed past, rolling snowflakes up and down.The wind blowing on people's faces was like being cut by a knife, the bright red brocade robes were shaken by the blowing, and the skin was sore from the slapping of silk and satin.

The fog was steaming, and Yuan Yang couldn't see clearly what was under the abyss. The huge air flow surged upwards, making his eyes dry.Even though he had already jumped over the cliff of reincarnation, every time he saw it, he was still terrified.

He moved his body closer to the End Yin, hoping to get a little shelter, but the man seemed to be in a daze, and he didn't know what he was thinking under the shaking of the veil.

Yuan Yang was embarrassed to grab Yaojun with his hands, so Hao Haoran had to take it back.

"Yuan...Yang."

The wind was so loud that the voice of old man Si Ming was like a broken kite in the wind.

"I'll give you...a ride!"

Old man Si Ming ran towards the edge of the cliff, his white hair was blown away by the wind, he raised his foot and kicked hard forward.

Yuan Yang was about to turn around when he felt a huge force attacking his waist. He accidentally fell off the reincarnation cliff.

The wind howled loudly, his skin was trembling, and the mist like smoke kept choking into his nostrils, and his teeth collided with each other, making a squeezing sound of "cackling".

His whole body was spinning, and he couldn't exert any strength to control the downward trend. He was face up for a while, and was blown into a hanging salted fish by the wind for a while.

"what!"

"Yuan...... Yang!"

In the next moment, Yuan Yang found himself plunged into an endless vast sea, his three orifices were instantly filled with sea water, and his consciousness gradually became illusory.

His body was involuntarily bobbing up and down with the fluctuations of the sea water. The cold sea water gradually submerged his mouth and nose, and the aquatic plants clasped his ankles.The scarlet robe was swollen, as if it could be shattered at any time.

The bright red blood scattered into the water one by one, drawing magnificent traces, and the water plants trembled.

"cough, cough"

There was another rush of waves, the water plants danced violently, and blood almost filled the entire field of vision.The water waves were still swaying impatiently, the blood color became deeper, and creatures attracted by the smell of blood were waiting in the dark.

Yuan Yang bit his lower lip hard, and a sharp pain came.

"my God......."

Yuan Yang opened his eyes and gasped for breath. He grabbed the hand in front of him, "Dance the reincarnation, and almost be trapped in the illusion, and never come out."

Mo Yin exerted force to pull Yuan Yang who was squatting on the ground up, and the two looked at the surrounding scenery side by side.

The sky was drizzling, they were in a forest, there was no one around, only the chirping of birds and beasts, this is where they came from the realm of reincarnation.

There seemed to be an aura of fairyland among the greenery. They followed the aura to the depths of the woods, and the indistinctness in front of them gradually became clear. It was a stone statue, and a faint fairy aura shrouded it.

"It's an ancient beast."

The original pure white and holy statue has been eroded by wind and rain, and a large area of ​​peeling has appeared on the surface, but it is not difficult to see the ingenuity of the craftsmanship at that time, and every stripe is lifelike.

The tiger-like beast raised its head and roared mightily towards the sky, making people feel its wanton might and endless fighting spirit.Tens of thousands of years ago, did this huge beast run, howl, and fight in the woods, and show its last drop of loyalty to its master?

Yuan Yang stretched out his hand to touch it, and the coldness of the stone soaked into his skin.

"tick, tick"

The cool rain fell continuously, soaking the robe.As the rain fell on the stone statue, the mighty holy beast seemed to be weeping too, its proud aura tinged with helplessness and the sadness of the sun and the moon moving.

Scattered around are smaller stone statues, they are no match for thousands of years of washing, they have long since been broken and scattered so that they cannot see their original appearance, and the scattered raindrops are like a mourning song for a funeral.

"This is, Cang Li?" Mo Yin's vermilion lips parted slightly.

Ruquan's voice touched Yuanyang, reminding him of the words in the ancient scroll.

Pale, huge, gentle.Don't care about the two masters, sacrifice loyalty with blood.

A giant beast like Canglu has the gentlest temperament among the many divine beasts in ancient times.It is loyal and loyal, and only recognizes one person in its life, and it will protect each other for life after forming a blood contract.

Tens of thousands of years ago, its owner, the Ancient God Clan, was forced to stand up and fight. After bloodbathing the plains, he finally died on the battlefield due to the disparity in strength.Only Cang Lu stood firm on the battlefield, even if his body was full of sword arrows, he would not retreat.

It rained heavily that day, and the dying Cang Mu looked at the blood-flowing plain, and the sky and the earth were completely red.Until the last moment, it still protected the banner of the ancient gods high.The sky and the earth shattered, roaring like thunder, covering up all the killing sounds.

In the end, its bones were dragged away by the victors.The blood flowed on the plain for three days and three nights.

It rained heavily for three days and three nights.

Yuan Yang's footsteps sank into the mud, the smell of grass in the ground permeated, and his robe was already wet.He clutched his chest, as if he felt pain, as if he had witnessed the sound of killing and chaos.

Raindrops kept dripping from his face, and the mottled eyes turned into respect and sadness in his eyes. No matter how great a myth is, it will be swallowed by time, no matter how powerful a god is, it will not be forgotten by people in the end.

Mo Yin was watching everything from behind, the veil was blown, and after a white light, an umbrella appeared in his hand.

Mo Yin stepped forward and gently leaned the umbrella against the stone statue.

Yuan Yang followed Mo Yin's figure: "Yaojun, it is so huge, how can such a small umbrella hold it?"

"Just think about it." Mo Yin raised her eyes lightly.

Yuan Yang stomped his wet boots, not daring to cast spells lightly, and took down the astrolabe given by Old Man Si Ming from his waist. The dot is constantly flashing light.

"It should be around here."

Yuan Yang looked at Mo Yin, and was taken aback for a moment, "Monarch Mo Yin...I have wanted to ask for a long time, what is the material of this veil you are wearing, and why does it not get wet in the wind and rain?"

Mo Yin was also taken aback, apparently he didn't expect Yuan Yang to change the subject suddenly, "Let's go." He turned around and walked forward.

Yuan Yang followed with the bronze astrolabe in his hand, wandering curiously behind Mo Yin, "It doesn't look like any spell was cast, what is it..."

The figures of the two gradually disappeared into the depths of the woods, and after a while, the footprints around the stone statues also disappeared.

The solitary birds chirped.

Gradually it got dark, the drizzle stopped dripping, the wind blew, the treetops swayed, and insects sang.Animals are running in the bushes, and birds are resting.

The pale stone statue still stood in its place, submerged into the night.

In the silence, a crisp bell sounded suddenly, from far to near, and finally stopped at the stone statue.

A pair of pale hands picked up the umbrella leaning on the ground. The umbrella leaves were crystal clear, like polar ice that would never melt, and the face of the umbrella holder was faintly reflected on it.

The umbrella holder patted the umbrella handle, and he smiled.

He remembered the umbrella from a hundred years ago.

A hundred years ago, a girl from a family passed by the stone statue. It was raining, but she leaned her only small oil umbrella beside the stone statue.Others laughed at her stupidly, how could her small oil umbrella be of any use to such a big stone statue.

She just smiled. "I walked in the rain and felt that the stone statue was so lonely, so I wanted my umbrella to accompany it. Let it know that when it rains, someone will still miss it."

Pale hands turned the umbrella handle, and the moonlight shone softly on the umbrella surface.

"I see."

Another gust of wind blew past, and the treetops swayed, bringing down pieces of emerald green on the ground.

Volume [-] Soul-Broken Bird