After reconciliation with Jianzun

For a moment, he was still thinking about how to treat Ye Zhili well, and make up for all the suffering Ye Zhili has suffered these years.

Although Ye Zhili has a soft temper, he will not turn back what he decides. His journey may be difficult and long, but it doesn't matter, he is willing to take it as long as it is difficult.

He wants to accompany Ye Zhili all the way to visit mountains and rivers, slay demons and eliminate demons, and go to the human market when he has nothing to do. Ye Zhili heard that someone in the sect was envious of setting off river lanterns. He wants to accompany Ye Zhili for a while. Lake of river lights.

Ye Zhili has a superhuman talent in formations. He wants to find Ye Zhili the most useful magic weapon and cheats in the world. When the two of them are tired from walking, they build a small wooden house by a small stream that is rarely seen. He practiced swords, Ye Zhili studied formations, and watched the sun rise and moon set like ordinary people.

Just the two of them, living a peaceful and happy life.

He designed countless ideas for the future, but when he saw Ye Zhili's body, they all turned into cruel irony.

The viscous liquid pooled into many small puddles on the ground, piled up with broken rocks, broken trees and monster limbs, and the stench could be clearly heard in the air.

Ye Zhili was lying in the middle of this mess with a pale face, his golden core was shattered, his meridians were cut off, and he lost his breath.

He fell from the sword and almost staggered to Ye Zhili's side.

He was still talking and laughing half a day ago, but he wanted to reconcile with him and start a new life, why did he suddenly turn into a cold corpse...

Ye Zhili lived with him in Liuluomen for decades, but he only brought a sword and a wooden carving with him when he left.

The sword was forged by Lian Lu together, and the wood carving was a gift carved by him when the two of them were in the best relationship.

But at this moment, Liuxian was broken into several knots, and the words "between" and "li" on the sword could not tell the original appearance.

The wood carving was also cut off in the middle, and the wings of the fairy pet were covering the remaining half of his face.

He didn't seem to have left much warmth for Ye Zhili in all, and now they all went with Ye Zhili.

He lifted Ye Zhili from the ground and hugged him tightly.

After a moment of blankness, he was overwhelmed by despair, and the cold air broke out from under his feet, freezing a hundred miles around into an ice sheet in the blink of an eye.

The control of the body has returned to him, but he is still repeating the same thing as in reality.

He just sat on the ice field regardless of his image, and laid Ye Zhili flat, resting his head on his thigh, and carefully cleaned up Ye Zhili's face.

Ye Zhili used to be a gentle young master who raised his wrist to write and held the piano in his bare hands. He tried his best to be clean even when he was poor. He definitely didn't like this muddy face.

He felt like he was thinking about a lot of things, but he didn't seem to think about anything at all.

After an unknown amount of time, a familiar voice sounded from the front.

"Shengma."

He raised his head abruptly, only to see a black mist filled the surroundings at some point, and Ye Zhili's translucent soul came slowly from the black mist.

"Ye Zhili" was exactly the same as the person in his arms, with wounds all over his body, only the face he had just wiped was clean, and his expression was extremely painful.

He tightened his throat, and watched "Ye Zhili" get closer and closer in disbelief, and finally came to him and stopped.

Zhili still wants to see him?

"Ye Zhili" leaned down and put his face next to his ear, his movements were like lovers talking intimately, but his breath was like ice.

"Shengma, you said you would protect me forever."

"Shengma, I hate you."

When he saw "Ye Zhili" pick up Cong Ye from the ground, not only did he not resist, but he also showed an extremely shallow expression that could barely be called a smile.

Zhili wants his life, so let's take it.

"Shengma, I hate you!"

"Ye Zhili" pulled out Cong Ye, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and stabbed him in the chest.

At the very moment, a ray of golden light leaped from the ground, knocking Cong Ye from "Ye Zhili"'s hand, and passed straight through "Ye Zhili"'s neck.

After a burst of painful wailing, "Ye Zhili" turned into black air and scattered away.

The golden light paused in the air for a moment, as if it had exhausted its spiritual power, and finally disappeared together.

He could clearly see that the golden light was nothing but the remaining half of the tip of the Liuxian Sword.

The illusion began to collapse from where the golden light disappeared, and the second layer of the Five Constant Realm appeared in front of him.

Waterfalls, streams, stone paths.

The person he was thinking of was sitting on the low side of the bamboo hut, looking at him with surprise and worry.

When Xu Song saw Sheng Jian, he immediately stood up and ran towards Sheng Jian. Yao Wu saw that Sheng Jian's expression was not good, so he also got up and followed.

It was not easy for Ye Zhili to sit alone, so the three of them took Sheng Ji to the bamboo house together.

Jianzun Yuanheng, who was obviously in a bad state, received the highest treatment, Xu Song fanned the wind, Yao Wu pinched his pulse, and Ye Zhili poured tea.

"Thank you." Sheng Jian took a sip with great care and asked, "How are you?"

What he said was endless, but Ye Zhili understood, and said with a smile: "Brother Wu said it's a minor illness, it's not a problem."

Sheng Jian nodded and drank his tea in silence.

He drank very slowly, but even Xu Song, who talked the most, didn't ask for half a word, but secretly exchanged eyes with Yao Wu that others couldn't understand.

Seeing Sheng Jian's actions, Ye Zhili couldn't help being suspicious in his heart.

Cherishing water resources so much, is it possible that this is a desert in a fantasy world?

No matter how slow a cup of tea is, it will be finished by the time Sheng Jian puts down the teacup. Except for the paler lip color than usual, his expression and breath have returned to normal.

Sheng Jian said lightly: "Let's go. Go to Jingxin."

Xu Song persuaded: "Stop, Sword Master, why don't you rest for a while..."

Shengma: "Nothing."

Yao Wu said that the illusion did not cause any substantial harm to Sheng Jian, at most it was restlessness. With Sheng Jian's cultivation base, he can adjust and adjust quickly.

Several people stood up and walked towards the waterfall together.

There is a passage behind the waterfall, which leads directly to Jingxin.

Before entering, Ye Zhili called Sheng Jian suddenly: "By the way, Sword Master, this is for you, I'm afraid I might lose it."

He took out the jade slip and handed it over: "Here is the demon-distinguishing disk formation method I just copied, and the annotations are very detailed. After I get out, Pavilion Master Ji can use it to find someone to refine the demon-discriminating disk."

Although he took the medicine given by Yao Wu, for a monk of Yao Wu's level, if his limbs were broken, even if the Golden Core Primordial Spirit was broken, there would be corresponding elixir in his storage bag, but he had a fever.

Which one of Xuanjian Pavilion is not a big boss level figure, who would have the trouble of fever?

I don't know if it's because of the wrong medicine, or because of the eight-eyed sea dragon's poison, but now he still feels dizzy.

After arriving at Jingxin, you can go out, and then go directly back to Xuanjian Pavilion.The demons will definitely attack him before he goes back, and identifying the demons is very important. If the demons hiding in the human world are not caught, the world of cultivation will be in danger, and the world will be in danger.

Sheng Jian refused to accept such an important item: "Give it to Xu Song."

Xu Song said "ah", and obediently put the jade slip on: "Master Jian, why don't you hold it yourself."

Sheng Jian's voice was still flat, but what he said surprised Ye Zhili.

"The monster will definitely come to find Ye Zi again, and I will accompany him to the Demon Realm."

Xu Song and Yao Wu glanced at each other, but they didn't know what to say.

Ye Zhili wanted to say something, but before he could say a word, Sheng Jian said "Let's go" and turned around into the waterfall without giving him a chance.

He sighed and followed silently.

What exactly does Sheng Jian mean now? Why does he have to accompany him to the Demon Realm?

Did he recognize himself?

He carefully thought about the relationship between the two since their reunion. Although there were indeed some loopholes, he had died 20 years ago, but Ye Zi was a real person.

Even if Sheng Jian suspected that he was in a coma when he was on the fourth floor of the Five Constant Realm, Yao Wu also probed his body to heal his injuries.

Although I don't know why, Yao Wu, as a master of medicine, didn't find out that he was resurrected from a dead body, and Sheng Jian certainly didn't know.

What's more, even if Sheng Jian knew that he was the unlucky former Taoist partner, it was impossible for him to go to the Demon Realm regardless of life and death.

He shook his drowsy head.

Can't figure it out.

Play by ear.

The four of them passed through the waterfall, and after a cup of tea in the mountain path, they came to the outside of the valley.

They leaned against the outer wall of the valley, facing another mountain ten miles away.

That is to say, they are in the road between the two mountains, and the teleportation point to leave the Wuchang Realm is at the end of the road.

The state of mind in the five constant realms is generally not dangerous. It is a reward for monks who pass the first four levels, and it has many benefits for meridian cultivation.

It's a pity that many of these points are like mosquito meat to Sheng Jian, Xu Song, and Yao Wu, but it has a lot of benefits to Ye Zhili, but he is ill and cannot afford to delay.

Therefore, the four of them continued to walk towards the end of the road without stopping.

He had no strength, Sheng Jian didn't like to talk, Xu Song and Yao Wu were worried about Sheng Jian and him going to the Demon Realm, the journey was peaceful and quiet.

When the four of them walked halfway, Ye Zhili felt that his consciousness was getting more and more heavy. In order to cheer up, he began to explore the mountain wall with his spiritual sense.

The difficulty of each level of the five permanent realms will change with the cultivation of the monk, and the state of mind can improve the cultivation, and there are many formations embedded in it.

When he was in the illusion, he found a loophole in the formation to inject spiritual power into Shengjian's illusion.

In addition to the formation of the five permanent realms, he was also curious about another thing.

After blasting out of the abyss, he fell down together with the monsters, and they should all have come to the Wuchang Realm. Why did they only see Sheng Jian and the others, but not the monsters?

Where did those monsters go?

Could it be that the teleportation of monks and demons in the five permanent realms is different?

He caressed the rough mountain wall, expanded his consciousness, and wanted to further explore the formation of the five permanent realms.

However, the next moment, he suddenly noticed something strange.

The formation on the mountain wall under him is beautiful and rigorous, broad and profound, and the composition of the formation on the opposite mountain wall is solid on the outside and empty on the inside. It looks exquisite and gorgeous, but it is difficult to connect everywhere...

wrong!

"Sword Sovereign!"

He stopped and pointed at the opposite mountain wall: "Split it!"

Xu Song and Yao Wu were puzzled, but Sheng Jian didn't even ask, he pulled out Cong Ye with his backhand, and pointed his sword at the opposite mountain wall.

From Ye Jianming, the vast sword intent was glowing with a piercing blue light, rushing towards the sky and the ground, the mountain cracked in response to the sound, and for a while, chaotic rocks flew, and miasma rose everywhere.

At the moment when the mountain collapsed, the demon energy stronger and more surging than that of Pingze town filled the entire first floor of the five permanent realms in an instant.

After layers of black mist and miasma overlap, a deep black crack that can't shine a little bit of light is changing shape ferociously.

Ye Zhili felt chills all over his body, and he missed a beat of breathing.

It was a chasm.