Tai sui

Only monks of the same level can cut such marks on the body of Chantui Jianxiu.

And if the two cicadas sloughed out a big fight, the traces would not disappear completely after more than 200 years, that is to say, at that time here, the murderer only made one sword.

At that time, the third elder was in Nanhe Peninsula, Wu Lingxiao was not yet a sword servant, and there was only one cicada in Kunlun... a second elder who could rest assured that he would be handed over to his back in such a desperate situation outside Beijue Mountain.

The second elder has not caught up with the era when Jianzong recruited many disciples. Although in the eyes of today's juniors, he is also one of the oldest sword cultivators in the world, he can be regarded as half a junior in front of the master.

The head of the sect is the person who led everyone to lay a solid foundation in the cold and barren northern continent after Xiansheng Suiwuchen. Every Kunlun swordsman has looked up to his back.Although times have changed and many of their ideas have begun to conflict, the second elder still understands that it is not easy for the head to balance all parties, and is also grateful for the many compromises the head has made for him.

To give a perhaps inappropriate example, the head of the sect is to the second elder, just like Zhi Xiu is to Pang Jian.

As safe and cautious as the Second Elder, why did he dare to take the risk of entering the Northern Territory that time?Not only because he has been guarding Beijuezhen for many years and knows the terrain well, but also because he was not alone at the time, and a father and brother was walking with him.

The body of the second elder was with Zhou Ying, and the name tag did not crack after death, which meant that before his true energy was dispersed, he was shot into the Wujian mirror.

In other words, the high priest also played a certain role in it.

He was... murdered by Kunlun, whom he loved and guarded for hundreds of years.

Zhou Ying probably also realized that it would be too embarrassing for the blind wolf king to listen to Feihong's cipher text under such circumstances. She stroked the mirror with her palm, and a line of fleeting fog appeared on it.

Before the mist dissipated, like a race against time, he quickly wrote down a string of Northern Calendar characters—in order for Xie Bian to see clearly, he actually wrote them in a mirror image.

"You can't live here for long, and you can't come back from death, so it's better to do something more useful than mourning," Zhou Ying may be because he is no longer in this world, and he doesn't even speak the minimum of politeness, showing his unreasonable cruelty Come on, "Go find the reason why the teacher was silenced."

Xie Bing stared at him fiercely, and cursed in Beili slang.

But after all, he is also a master swordsman who has been famous for many years. His heart is broken and he still has the guts. The difference was too great, even with Zhou Ying leading the way, it would be at the end of the battle, and the real yuan would be completely frozen if it moved a little, and he could only demote himself to a half-immortal.

The aura supported his bone-only leg, and Xie Bian took out a bone jade crutch from the mustard seed to support it, and walked towards the sword mark.

The sword mark is the place where the head plotted against the second elder, and they must have seen something there.

Before Xie Bian could stand still, another strong wind hit him, and the dignified Shengling Sword Cultivator was almost blown away by the wind. Zhou Ying in the mirror looked at the wind and snow all over the sky. Unlike the corpse of the second elder next to him, his figure was imaginary. of.

Xie Bian followed his line of sight to look over, suddenly his eyes were fixed, his scorched corpse-like hand reached into the mustard seed, and fished out a large handful of spirit stones.The spirit stone shattered in his palm, turned into a spell and flew out, and the snow that was more than ten feet thick on the ground was blown away at once, with a loud "bang", the edge of the big mirror on the ground was exposed.

"Inscription..."

The inscriptions obviously from a series also appeared in the Huawai Furnace at this time. Lu Wu was reliable at the critical moment. Lin Chi and Wen Fei immediately got all the recordings of the inscriptions. Translated into Huawai Furnace.When the complete set of inscriptions fell into the outer furnace of evolution, Xuanyin Mountain seemed to sense something, and the silent catastrophe bell on the main peak rang.

It seemed to know that the only cicada slough in Xuanyin Mountain was not there, and had no time to look north, looming in mid-air, it turned to the direction of Plated Moon Peak with ulterior motives.

At this moment, an old hand protruded from the void and rested on the robbery bell—the Elder Si Ming, Zhang Jue, landed on the main peak of Xuanyin Mountain.

He used to look like a steady middle-aged man, but after more than a month, his beard and hair are all white, and the skin on his hands is only a thin layer, which is full of wrinkles from the rubbing of time.

At the foot of Zhang Jue was the main hall of the main peak. On the roof tiles, a huge Karma Beast appeared.Looking at him humanly, his eyes are kind and calm.

Zhang Jue was an orphan picked up by Nan Sheng, who grew up on the back of Karma Beast when he was a child.At that time, the Karma Beast had not been enshrined in the painted walls, with satin-like fur and warm snort.It has a haughty personality, loses its temper, and its roar can be heard for dozens of miles, but it never yells at children, and when it is annoyed by cubs who are neither serious nor serious by pulling their ears and pulling their hair, it is at most a rough breath Stay away from them.

Zhang Jue has never done such unfortunate things. He was as calm and dignified when he was seven years old as he is now. He is not as young and mature as Li Fengshan, not as talented as Lin Zongyi, and not as likable as Zhao Yin. He is always silent. As if it doesn't exist.Nan Sheng is not a very strict teacher. The young disciples break some rules. As long as they are not too outrageous, he usually turns a blind eye. Even Lin Zongyi, who was later punished by Yuntian Palace, was beaten when he was young because he tested the master's bottom line. , only Zhang Jue didn't break any rules.

Regardless of whether there is supervision or not, what the master says, he will do it meticulously. He has no opinions, asks no questions, and does not discount.He was fed up with the suffering of chaos, hated all impermanence, and followed the rules within the borders drawn by the strong, which gave him an unparalleled sense of security.On the day when the sea of ​​stars fell on Xuanyin Mountain, Zhang Jue ascended to the spiritual world, and at that moment he felt that he was almost perfect-if fate can be seen through the star trails, wouldn't it be the best proof of "participating in business"?

He has become a "commander", and has not crossed the threshold for thousands of years, and has accepted a disciple who is as "regular and prudent" as him.

Until the "regular and prudent" disciple ruined Xuanyin Mountain and shattered the Sea of ​​Stars as soon as he made a move, and brought a little Karma Beast that got into the picture to see him.

"I saw that the walls of the Nansheng Hall, the main hall, are covered with auspicious clouds. They should be dedicated to the Karma Beast." Zhi Xiu said, "I heard that it often came to play in the early years, but since I went up the mountain, the Karma Beast has never seen it." I can't get into the inner sect anymore. Master, the saint is gone."

Zhang Jue didn't want to open his mouth at first, but after hearing this, he still couldn't help but said: "The first sage has become dustless, and he is with the heaven and the earth."

"Oh," Zhi Xiu corrected himself, "that means he evaporated into the sky."

Zhang Jue: "..."

"A sage turns rain to the ground, and an ordinary person turns red into mud." Zhi Xiu said, "It's really different."

Zhang Jue sighed after a while, and said, "Jing Zhai, you have never learned how to watch the stars and watch the breath. You don't believe that there is a definite number in the dark, and you are not someone in my destiny."

"I don't believe it, is it destined to be in the sea of ​​stars?" Zhi Xiu asked quietly, "You don't care about the sea of ​​stars if it turns over.

See, what are you sticking to?Master, after so many years, when the sea of ​​stars dissipated, didn't you feel happy at all? "

Zhang Jue froze.

"The Karma Beast misses the old master and you very much... It can't come here, please ask me to bring it." Zhi Xiu looked around the empty walls of Zhang Jue's retreat, and the Karma Beast can only show up if there are people on the wall ——bent down and placed the picture in front of Zhang Jue's futon, "Although you may not remember it."

No matter how human the holy beast is, it is still just a beast, unable to understand many mysteries in the world of mortals, and unable to understand the rules of heaven and earth.

It just faithfully remembers the master's heart... a living heart buried under history and stones.

Zhang Jue closed his eyes slightly, and the skinny hand holding the robbery bell suddenly had an inspiration. He suppressed the turmoil and beeping of the robbery bell with one hand, and fell silent.

Lin Chi and Wen Fei's six senses were occupied by the dazzling inscriptions, and their inspirations were already numb. They didn't even know that they had just wandered from the edge of life and death.

Lin Chi stared at these inscriptions closely, and integrated his seventh sense into the outer furnace, and the furnace fire of a master of craftsmanship could decipher the inscriptions.

In the fire in the furnace, a day and a place suddenly appeared.

Lin Chi heard countless noises, he turned his head suddenly, and saw two ancient monks debating the law, and they couldn't hear what they said - the ancient monks debating the law were not arguing in the street, they would set up layers of barriers around them, and they would not hear a single sound. into the ears of outsiders.

Lin Chi only saw one of them suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his face showed five signs of decline, followed by a shattered Dao heart.

Those two men were not low in cultivation level, and the true essence would explode after the Dao heart was broken. Lin Chi was startled, and subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but saw that the dead man's true essence did not explode, but passed through an inscription, It melted into the winner's body, and the breath of the whole person dissipated.

Lin Chi was at a loss, thinking what kind of sorcery it was, how could it absorb other people's cultivation?

However, he soon discovered that this was not sorcery, and that's how the ancient gods and demons grew stronger by devouring each other.

Countless people brushed past him, and the more expert they were, the fiercer the fight.If it weren't for the frequent occurrence of evil spirits in recent years, the chaos is hard to stop, it would be very rare for monks above the Ascension Spirit to take action, and it would be even rare for people from all over the world to see cicadas molting once.Lin Chi had never seen such a scene of gods and demons fighting like this.

Through the fire in the furnace, Lin Chi saw the invisible inscriptions "flowing" out of the altar while the monks were debating the law, and the surrounding environment would immediately change accordingly. The inner subversion of time, cold and heat.

Cultivators who know self-restraint will set a boundary with spells. Those who are unscrupulous don't care how much fertile land has been destroyed by the scorching heat of early spring and the snowstorm in midsummer.

Lin Chi suddenly took a step back, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

The difference between the system of inscriptions and magic circles and spells is that the charms and spells are man-made, and only the inscriptions are "natural".

The spell is more convenient, driven by the monk's aura, and the magic circle is more complicated, powered by extra spirit stones.In fact, any monk can create his own spells and circles at any time, but most of them are not very clever, and only those that are the most concise and practical and save aura will be widely spread.

But the inscriptions are different. The new inscriptions are not called "new works", but "new discoveries".The inscription can distort the flow of spiritual energy around it by itself, as long as it is not in a place where the spiritual veins are cut off like the land of chaos, there is no need to add additional spiritual sources.

Even mortals know that inscriptions are the source of heaven and earth

The words come from the prehistoric universe.The sun track and moon phase, day and night rotation, and the reproduction of all things are all in it.

But the inscription he saw clearly flew out from the monk's altar to affect the environment!

It's like... the inscription is not the origin of heaven and earth, but the language of Dao Xin.

How can this be?Lin Chi has always believed that people talk to themselves most of the time, so don't the inscriptions also talk to each other?What kind of mess would that be?

As soon as this thought came together, Lin Chi's seven senses were shaken, and the desolate and chaotic battle between gods and demons loomed before him.

The northerners have been warlike since ancient times, with the most swordsmanship, and the first to collapse was the Northern Continent.

Lin Chi's eyes were blank, and he was almost buried by the blizzard. He saw the vast snowfield from the furnace... when there was no Kunlun Mountain.

He struggled to recall the history books he had read when he first started. It was said that the North Continent was once hit by a storm and the people were in dire straits.Jianzong, who was guarding the northern border, couldn't stand it anymore, and suggested a truce for the monks several times, but no one paid any attention to him.He tried to speak with the sword again, and hit them one by one, but the monks were fighting for their lives against the sky, and they were narrowly escaped from death. Not only did Wan Shuang fail to calm the four sides, but they brought in more challenges.

Finally, the famous extreme cold natural disaster fell in the north.Jianzong stepped forward, led his disciples, and used his true energy to cast a spiritual shield to block the wind in the north.

The scene at that time was reproduced in the Huawai Furnace, because the inscription flying out from the eyebrows of Jian Zong and others was analyzed by Lin Chi with the furnace fire.

The disciples with the weakest cultivation were the first to die from exhaustion of their true essence, but their hearts were not broken when they died, and their hearts sank into the ground, surrounded by inscriptions.Most of the inscriptions will dissipate after a while, only those with the same origin as Jianzong survived under the influence of the powerful cicada slough, and their appearance was printed on the ground. After the master died, the remaining inscriptions were still helping the same sect to attract spiritual energy.

The mortals under the protection of Jianzong tried to send various supplies up the mountain. Seeing this, they rubbed the inscriptions and took them home to worship.A well-informed old man knew that the inscription can automatically attract spiritual energy, so he followed it and drew it, and passed it on from ten to hundreds. The inscription has almost become a sacred totem, spreading all over the house, the market, and the fields...

Lin Chi thought they were useless, as we all know: Only monks above the foundation can draw inscriptions, even half-immortals can't do it, even if ordinary people can make the inscriptions exactly the same...

usefulness……

Lin Chi held his breath suddenly, a spiritual wind rose from the fire in the furnace, and something beyond his imagination happened.

In the entire Northern Continent, where there are mortals, a sea of ​​inscriptions appeared.

Together, it caused an uproar.

The sea of ​​inscriptions crazily sucked out the spiritual energy scattered everywhere, and gathered them towards the north. Some monks who wanted to take advantage of the fire seemed to have encountered a strong enemy of the debate for no reason. They didn't even have a chance to know what the topic of the debate was. It was crushed, and the true essence went northward with it.

Lin Chi suddenly realized that it is not that the inscriptions cannot be drawn below the foundation, but that the effect is so weak that there is almost no effect. Thousands of copies are needed at the same time for the water droplets to converge into a sea.

He turned around abruptly, and saw that the spiritual energy flowed northward along the footsteps of the people, piercing through the mountains and rivers, forming a leyline, and at the northernmost point of the continent, spirit stones were precipitated.Lingshan rises from the ground, from the east to the west with the most people.

The inscriptions scattered in the mortal world are all from Jianzong, and they are mutually blessed with his Dao Xin. When the Lingshan began to "rumble" to be piled up by the earth veins, his spiritual consciousness was connected to the four seas in an instant——

The world's first spiritual mountain rises.

The first month in the world is full and the first saint comes.

The spiritual wind of the Northern Continent is clear, and his way is gone without a trace.

Until the immortal and the human exhausted together, they walked to Beiyuankou, where the sinking Dao Xin merged together, sinking into the ground like a mirror, and the four corners were the inscriptions that supported Lingshan back then.

They appeared in front of the blind wolf king one by one. Xie Bian wiped his eyes with his last strength, attached the frozen numb inspiration to his vision, and saw his own reflection in the "mirror"-there was also a spot between his eyebrows. circle inscription.