Borrowed from heaven for 500 years

The Sikong family, once the number one family of cultivation, has now fallen to the point where everyone can bully them.

The entire Sikong family was shrouded in a layer of formation, and the gloomy sky foreshadowed something ominous. Outside the formation, the invaders headed by the law enforcement elders of Tianzezong were clamoring wantonly.

Tian Zeshang commanded his disciples to attack the defensive formation non-stop, with an undisguised sarcasm on his face, jokingly watching the flustered expressions of the Sikong family disciples inside the formation, as if he was watching an ant struggling feebly before dying.

He turned his head and glanced proudly at the manpower he had brought. There were three Jindan early-stage monks, and the rest of the disciples were all at the Foundation Establishment stage. Both in terms of strength and numbers, they could crush the Sikong family.

The ancestor of the Nascent Soul of the Sikong family has already passed away, and the only two Jindan stage monks are old and weak, and the other is Sikong Yunzhou, who has been famous for being weak and sick since he was a child.

Tian Zeshang became more and more complacent, smiled grinningly and raised his hands: "Intensify the offensive and see how long they can last!"

Colorful spiritual energy greeted the barrier of the formation, and the formation began to crumble. A disciple barely fell out of the range of the formation, and was cut into a blood mist by the wanton spiritual energy in an instant.

A sick young man is just a cultivator at the early stage of Golden Core. Even if Sikong Yunzhou can survive today, he will die here, unless he can break through the middle and late stage of Golden Core in a short time.

Of course, everyone knows that it is impossible, and every step in the golden core stage is as difficult as reaching the sky.

At this time, Sikong's family, Sikong Yunzhou's house.

The head of the family, the elders and others gathered together, listening to the louder and louder clamor outside, their faces were full of resentment and powerlessness, they could only look nervously and worriedly at the person on the bed.

Sikong Yunzhou, a genius monk who broke through the golden core stage at the age of twenty, is the only remaining pillar of the Sikong family.

Sikong Yunzhou was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, and his hands quickly formed complicated and gorgeous imprints. As time passed, the face of the person on the bed became paler, and the movements of his hands became more and more difficult.

While clenching his teeth, he could feel the shallow vitality in his body passing away. With his last breath, his strenuous hands sped up their movements again.

He had to form the formation before his vitality ran out, so as to block the wolves that were staring outside.

This is already the third guardian formation, and Sikong Yunzhou has also reached the end of his battle. He was already on the brink of death, but now he is still so exhausted...

His face was as white as paper, his thin lips were tightly pursed and bloodless, and his forehead was covered with sweat droplets, which quickly condensed under the influence of the surrounding ice attribute spiritual power. With the perfection of the formation, even the brows were covered with a layer of frost .

The flawless face reveals the extreme coldness and morbidity, making people feel pity and rejecting others, mixing it into a different kind of beauty, making people unable to move their eyes away, and making the world look pale.

arrayed.

With exhausted hands hanging straight down, Sikong Yunzhou slowly opened his eyes, exhaled white cold air, his eyelashes were also covered with snow-white frost, and there seemed to be ice blue rays of light flowing in the dark black pupils, making people dazzled and chilled .

Suddenly, the beauty frowned slightly, and spit out a stream of blood from her mouth, even with a hint of coldness.

"Zhouer!"

"Yunzhou!"

"Master Yunzhou!"

The glaring blood made everyone tense again, but Sikong Yunzhou couldn't hold on any longer and fell down, being supported by Mrs. Sikong.

A look signaled everyone to be quiet, and said weakly but calmly: "This formation can only protect Sikong's family for a quarter of an hour, and I have tried my best."

He looked down at the blood on his body and frowned, moved his fingers slightly but couldn't spare any effort to clean it up, the cold light in his eyes gradually extinguished, the vitality passed away at a double speed, and he closed his eyes to cover up the strong desire and unwillingness inside.

Ants are greedy for life, but he also wants to live, more than anyone else. If he is given a little more time, he will definitely bring the Sikong family back to life.

Unfortunately, he's out of time.

The noisy shouts in my ears gradually faded away, and my consciousness gradually drifted away.

As early as when Sikong Yunzhou vomited blood, the third elder of the family who was a medical practitioner came forward to check. At this time, he shook his head and sighed mournfully: "Huitian... I am powerless."

"Yunzhou!" Mrs. Sikong cried out in pain again. Patriarch Sikong patted his wife on the shoulder, and the seven-foot man said with tears in his eyes, "It's useless to be father and mother. The huge Sikong family wants you to support it alone. It's father." Mother is useless."

The second master, Si Kongxu, covered his face, and then said sadly: "Brother and sister-in-law are sad, I can't blame you, it's Yunzhou, with such luck."

When everyone heard the rumor, they all thought of the rumor that Sikong Yunzhou was born unlucky, and they felt sorry for him and hated the sky and envied the talent.

The boy on the side pouted, turned his head to hide the joy in his eyes and said, "Who made him so unlucky, in my opinion we should go out and fight with them."

"Ying'er shut up." Sikong Xu yelled, and continued: "The dog can speak freely, but the most important thing now is to solve the predicament outside, don't let Yunzhou's hard work go to waste!"

The Great Elder said: "That's right, the only way to do it now is to open the Great Array of Guardians."

"Absolutely not!" Sikong Xu was a little anxious: "It is not yet desperate, and Yunzhou's formation can last for a while, so why not fight to the death? Maybe there will be a chance of survival. The guardian formation is the foundation of the Sikong family. Forced to not move!"

Patriarch Sikong, who was silent at the side, suddenly turned around and said: "Second brother is right, don't let Zhou'er's hard work go to waste, I will go out and fight with them!"

"Brother, don't be impulsive!" Compared to Patriarch Sikong's recklessness and honesty, Sikong Xu's face was refined and easy-going, and his methodical analysis made him unknowingly become the leader.

He said: "The situation outside is severe, Tian Zeshang and the others will not let it go, the eldest brother is old, why don't you hand over the eyes of the clan defenders to me, I will fight with the elder brother to find a breakthrough, and observe the situation at the same time, seeing each other Miao can immediately activate a large formation to protect Sikong's family."

The Great Elder pondered for a moment, then carefully took out a stone plate from the Qiankun bag and said: "That's fine, my old bones are probably not enough to open the big formation, this is the formation plate, we must protect the Sikong family."

Patriarch Sikong also said: "Second brother is quick-witted, my life will be entrusted to you."

Si Kongxu took the stone plate, tried his best to flatten the corners of his upturned mouth, put it in his sleeve and said solemnly: "Elder, don't worry! Then we will go out to fight."

Finally got it, he gave his son Si Kongying a look, and the two walked out first.

Everyone also left one after another, Mrs. Sikong was the last, and ordered her servants to clean up the blood on the bed.

Her Zhou'er has always loved cleanliness since she was a child, so she definitely doesn't like this blood stain.

The room became quiet, and Sikong Yunzhou also found that he was not unconscious, nor did he die from exhaustion, but his consciousness came to a strange space.

There was chaos all around, and there was nothing there, revealing an unusual aura.

Sikong Yunzhou stood among them, with a vigilant look on his face, and the hands hanging by his sides secretly condensed frost, and said in a cold voice, "Who caused the disturbance?"

The sound was like an ice strike, cold and clear, echoing in the chaos.

After a while, the chaos suddenly surged like waves, and then a voice that was both real and illusory came from all around: "I will lend you 500 years, are you willing?"

The ice in Sikong Yunzhou's eyes surged, and he calmly asked, "Who are you?"

"I am the way of heaven in this world."

Heaven?Sikong Yunzhou's heart trembled, was it the way of heaven that he understood?

But soon he calmed down, his face remained calm, even more indifferent and vigilant, and asked, "How to repay?"

There has been no response for a long time, it seems that the price will not be small.

Sikong Yunzhou thought about this quickly in his mind, this place is too weird, if this voice is really heavenly, what should he do?What if you can really borrow for 500 years?How should I pay back if I borrowed it?Is it only 500 years, can we get more chances?

In the endless void, in another time and space, a man in black clothes sat high on a golden throne, looking down at the nothingness of the lower world. A black cat jumped onto his knee and looked down along his line of sight.

"Meow~" The black cat stretched out its paws joyfully and tried to grab it, it was delighted with that figure.

The man stroked the black cat away impatiently, his brows became more serious, and he said, "There are only 500 years, so think about it as soon as possible."

Sikong Yunzhou's heart sank, and there seemed to be the sound of fighting outside his ears, and now he didn't have so much time to think about it.

Weighing the pros and cons, he said decisively, "I'll borrow it."

For 500 years, isn't this what he has been longing for?Anyway, it is already on the verge of dying, borrowing 500 years can only have advantages and no disadvantages.

This is a great opportunity.

The moment he said "borrow", this chaotic space began to fluctuate violently, and at the same time, there seemed to be some kind of traction in the dark, linking him with the way of heaven.

Sikong Yunzhou's consciousness has entered a mysterious state. In this state, he can clearly perceive that some kind of rules surrounding him are quietly changing.

Everything has changed and this will be a new beginning.

After coming out of the chaos, Sikong Yunzhou's consciousness also returned to his body. The constant and rapid recovery of vitality in his body, as well as the abundant spiritual power in his dantian told him that everything just now was not an illusion.

I really borrowed 500 years from the sky, and I got 500 more years out of thin air.

Sikong Yunzhou suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. At the same time, the spiritual energy in his dantian suddenly spread around, covering the whole room with a layer of frost.

The boy who was sitting paralyzed on the ground was terrified by the frost. Seeing the young master who was pale on the bed but full of vitality was visible to the naked eye, he was surprised and exultantly said: "Master Yunzhou, you are awake, are you alright?"

"No problem." The voice was as cold as if immersed in a cold pool, but it sounded like the sound of nature to the little servant's ears, very clear and pleasant to hear.

Hearing this sound, the boy was so excited that he shed tears, he quickly got up from the ground, Master Yunzhou woke up, Sikong's family will be fine!

Sikong Yunzhou glanced lightly at the front of his clothes, it was clean and free of blood, his tense body relaxed a little, then quickly got up and put on his coat, took the spirit sword by the bed and sprinted out.

The cold wind blows under your feet, the more you walk outside, the clearer the sound of fighting, and the stronger the smell of blood.

The pace under his feet quickened again.

Along the way, disciples who were wounded and retreated kept seeing Sikong Yunzhou. They were surprised at first and then ecstatically shouted: "Master Yunzhou is awake, Sikong's family is saved!"

"With Master Yunzhou here, we will be fine!"

"Is it my illusion? Master Yunzhou seems to have improved a lot in cultivation, doesn't it mean that the progress of Jindan stage is comparable to reaching the sky..."

At this moment, Sikong Yunzhou can't care about other things, he is immersed in sensing the changes in his body.

Borrowing to the sky for 500 years was already miraculous, but just now a miraculous thing happened again. With the return of vitality, the aura was refilled, and his cultivation base and realm, which could not be improved due to physical reasons, jumped like a broken bamboo.

He took one step, from the early stage of golden elixir directly to the middle stage of golden elixir, and took another ten steps, from the middle stage of golden elixir to the late stage of golden elixir!

When he was halfway through the journey, and his cultivation base stabilized at the peak of the late Jindan period, the terrifying rise slowly stopped.

Sikong Yunzhou, who was calm and self-possessed, also showed surprise on his face, which was simply... appalling.

Clenching the hilt of the sword in his hand, a streak of ice condensed on the tip of the sword, feeling the continuous power in the body, the beating heart in the chest, Sikong Yunzhou's eyes were bright.

It's nice to be alive.

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