My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

Xia Qi held his breath nervously, his eyes cautiously patrolling around.

Ever since Xiaoshan built a city wall a hundred years ago to resist the monsters fleeing from Shen Xinghai, its relationship with Lingying Mountain has gradually deepened.

Xia Qi had looked at the direction of Shen Xinghai from the city wall many times.

If the weather is rare and clear, the sea fog is slightly thinner, and as far as the eye can see, you can see the black waves churning in the distance.As for the Lingying Mountain, which is farther away from the coast, it only exists in the rumors that some elderly demon hunters can't distinguish between true and false during night chats around the fire.

It is remote and mysterious, awe-inspiring and regrettable.

At this moment, Xia Qi was standing firmly in the rumored place where no living creature had entered for a hundred years, and it seemed unreal that he had passed through the fog of time and landed directly in the center of the storm.

Perhaps because of the sea fog, the air around the body is slightly humid, and when inhaled into the nasal cavity, there are traces of fishy bitterness of unknown origin, which makes people feel that the surroundings are filled with melancholy for no reason.

After the battle a hundred years ago, the weather in the Shen Xinghai sea area was rarely clear, mostly alternating between violent storms and dark rain.

At this time, the wind and rain were about to come, and the sky was weighed heavily by the dark clouds of demon energy outside the barrier wall, and the whole island was in darkness.

He was in an empty and vast square in front of the temple, and the reliefs spreading under his feet were lifelike.Through the thick sea fog filling everywhere, one can vaguely glimpse the majestic palace not far away, with many terraces and pavilions, and Danying carved Jue.

However, as far as the eye can see, it is all scalp-numbing——

Layers of white bones are piled up into mountains, and the blood-soaked gaps in the relief have not yet faded scarlet, just like the heavy resentment that cannot go away, and I want the living to remember it.

The dead air spread to every corner of the island, which was even more desolate than the space gap just now, making people feel desperate and sad.

Compared with the white bones covered in caves not long ago, the degree of shock is far less than one ten-thousandth.

...The tragedy of that battle a hundred years ago can be seen.

Xia Qi was shocked by the sea of ​​bones, held his breath for a moment, raised his hand to press his heart lightly, closed his eyes and lowered his head, silent for a long time.

After entering the Lingying Mountain, Xia Qi didn't bump into the demonic beast. Xia Qi was a little puzzled, so he held back his breath, stepped into the square, and carefully spread out his spiritual sense to explore the surroundings.

He avoided every inch of bones and walked slowly.

For a few breaths, it seemed that time had stagnated, and there was a sense of confusion between the time and space of today and a hundred years ago for no reason.The sea mist caressed the corner of the clothes, as if it was wrong with a certain piece of clothes that happened to pass by a hundred years ago. Xia Qi looked back blankly as if feeling something, and could only see the silence that filled the square.

After walking for a while, Xia Qi gradually felt a little scared...not because he was afraid of danger, but because he gradually realized that he was the only lonely creature in the sealed world of Lingying Mountain...

In the past, even if they went deep into dangerous situations, those monsters were considered active things, but Lingying Mountain seemed to have no movement of the wind, only the boundless depression fermented by the combination of death and long time.

Such a sense of detachment from the human world made him very uncomfortable. If he stayed for a long time, his mind would be gradually destroyed.

Fortunately, after a while, he keenly noticed that there were a few wisps of sharp sword energy remaining in the sea fog not far away.

The sword energy is clear and strong, and there will be no one else.

Xia Qi breathed a sigh of relief, the tension in his heart eased, he hurriedly followed the traces of the sword energy, and set foot on the road leading to the hall.

He walked through the sea fog covering everything vigilantly, and suddenly heard a vague laughter of a child, and then a low figure quickly brushed past him.

Suddenly there was such a movement in the dead silence of nothingness, his hair stood on end in horror, and his divine sense subconsciously chased after that figure, but it was in vain.

The situation was unknown, so he could only keep his mind and move on.However, within a few steps, the clearer voice of talking and laughing was getting closer and closer to him in the mist, and was about to meet him face to face...

Xia Qi couldn't help but immediately stopped, opened his eyes wide and waited for a few breaths. Suddenly, he saw two children holding hands emerging from the sea mist and appearing in front of him.

The little boy has pointed horse ears, and the little girl's deer antlers are tender and cute. The two were happily discussing something, and they vaguely heard "try another window next time" and walked towards him.

He suddenly realized something, and still tried to attract the attention of the child who was close at hand: "Two little friends..."

The two low figures didn't stop, and the moment they passed by him, the surrounding sea fog suddenly dispersed——

Looking up again, the scene has changed, although it is still halfway in the square...

The sky was a piece of clear blue, the sun was shining brightly, and the vast sea in the distance was covered with white waves, and the gentle and moist breath was brought by the sea breeze, which made the hairs all over his body explode.

The hustle and bustle rushed into his ears instantly, and he turned his head suddenly, only to see the bones of the square around him disappear, turning into people coming and going.

The demon spirits who showed some of their original features looked happy, and they seemed to be discussing some kind of celebration.

Colorful silk is hung everywhere, and goods are loaded with cars, which is very lively.

Xia Qi stood where he was, and many demon spirits passed by him. He was slightly stunned, and realized that the scene in front of him was like a mirage, a projection of a certain scene from a hundred years ago.

But he was still unavoidably infected by the excitement, and his heart was filled with warm happiness and curiosity.

This is...the place where Qing Yan lived in his previous life.

He looked around and found that the children were running in the same direction in a group. He learned from the discussion that it was Shifang Pavilion who had come to send congratulatory gifts.

Xia Qi was taken aback, was it a celebration a hundred years ago... Wait, Shifang Pavilion?

His pupils shrank, knowing when he fell into the illusion, he hurriedly followed the children and ran in that direction, which seemed to be the direction to the coast.

Perhaps because he was a bystander from the outside, he was keenly aware of a few people in the crowd... something unusual.

At first it was a woman holding a child, and he could clearly perceive the pure and holy aura in the other person, without a trace of chaos.

He was stunned for a moment, even if it is the highest cultivator of the Myriad Monster King in Lingying Mountain, it is impossible for him to possess the aura that is close to that of a god...

I want to take a closer look, but the woman disappeared, and this aura appeared on a lively child, and a moment later, it was an adult man——

Not possessed, they are all transformed by the same spirit body.

And the soul with holy aura does not have a trace of malicious blackness, but is pure and clear.

Suddenly, Xia Qi felt blessed in his heart... This is the mountain spirit of Lingying Mountain!

It is rumored that mountains, rivers and rivers have spirits, most of which have been asleep for thousands of years, and will not appear in the world without a catastrophe. A place with a strong spiritual energy like Lingying Mountain is naturally more likely to give birth to mountain spirits.

But I didn't expect that Lingying Mountain's mountain spirit is lively and agile like a child, loves excitement and fireworks, and even turns into an ordinary demon spirit, playing with the demon spirits on the island, presumably no one present has noticed.

Xia Qi smiled, feeling more and more curious, followed a group of chattering children to the Shenxing coast.

The Ten Thousand Demon King Shulang is cautious by nature, and Lingying Mountain naturally has a large formation to protect the mountain, and multiple lines of defense have been built along the coast—everyone or material that enters or exits needs to be detected in a magic circle, whether there are abnormal things hidden, such as Forbidden curse, magic energy, etc.

The team from Shifang Pavilion marched to the coast in mighty strength, and actually brought several boats full of congratulatory gifts.

There are colorful ones, which are given to children, and some gilded and elegant ones, which are given to the subjects and the king of demons.

Xia Qi naturally knew what was inside, and also knew how these things would put Lingying Mountain in crisis.He flashed in front of Xu Shen in an instant, slashing down with his sword, the man in the dark red robe didn't even shake his phantom.

He clenched the hilt of his sword, knowing that he could not prevent everything from happening, let alone reverse history.

Can only witness.

The demon spirits guarding the formation stopped all the children. Even though the blessing ceremony that the entire Lingying Mountain was looking forward to was approaching, and the sects that had made good friends came to offer gifts, they should not break the rules set by the Wan Yao King. Put Yingshan's things into the array and check carefully.

Even if the children couldn't wait, they stood aside obediently.

Shifang Pavilion’s boat filled with colorful congratulatory gifts is about to enter the inspection circle. Suddenly, the vehicle-mounted magic weapon, which can be used for land and sea, goes wrong. The body suddenly tilts, and all the congratulatory gifts roll into the sea. .

The children exclaimed when they saw it, and rushed forward to help rescue He Li.

Xu Shen walked over, smiled kindly, knelt down to thank the children, and said that these gifts were originally for them, so take them as soon as you find them.

The children cheered with gifts, and ran home happily without sending gifts into the test circle.

The children who didn't get the gift were even more anxious. It happened that the test of the magic circle was not very effective.

Xia Qi frowned tightly while laughing and laughing, he knew that this time was the contest between the magic circle of Lingying Mountain and the hidden spell of Shifang Pavilion.

However, he already knew about the changes that were about to happen. Could it be that Shulang's incantations were a bit off-putting...

He was staring nervously, when his inspiration was suddenly touched, and he raised his eyes to follow the subtle spiritual fluctuations.

Seeing that Shan Ling, who was also surrounded by the magic circle, couldn't wait any longer, seeing that other children had gifts, but neither he nor the friends around him got them, so he blinked and made a trick secretly, the magic circle extinguished suddenly--

The magic circle goes out, indicating that there is no abnormality in the items in the circle.

The children cheered and rushed forward, and rushed all the congratulatory gifts and Shifang Pavilion disciples into Lingying Mountain.

Xia Qi looked at Shan Ling's happy back in astonishment, and the blood in his body gradually became cold.

He can probably guess what happened next...

It was the mistakes of every step that gradually pushed Lingying Mountain into the abyss of eternal doom.

Xia Qi couldn't bear to follow and witness what happened later, so he lowered his eyes and thought in place.

After a few breaths, a drop of warm water suddenly fell on his cheek.

It's raining?

He hesitated, his fingertips were scarlet.The smell of blood first emanated from the fingertips, and immediately wrapped around it.

At the same time, an angry dragon chant resounded in the wilderness, causing his heart to palpitate violently.

His pupils shrank, and he hurriedly looked up, only to see that the entire sky of Shen Xinghai became dark clouds, and the torrential rain was pouring down.

A huge and powerful black dragon is hovering in the sky above Lingying Mountain, circling among many well-trained beasts. The thick dragon's body exposed deep and visible scars in the sneak attack of the spell, and the blood was stained red with the rain. Everything in Lingying Mountain.

Xia Qi's eyes were full of blood, and his figure was already beside the black dragon. Lianguang, carrying the monstrous murderous intent turned into rage, kept swiping at the extremely ferocious Qi beast and Shifang Pavilion disciples, but the sword light penetrated them, It barely broke the rain curtain.

With red eyes, he slashed recklessly for a moment, his figure still standing in front of the huge dragon, and bursts of sad, angry and painful dragon chants kept coming from his ears, but he couldn't stop any spell that entered the dragon's body.

He could only watch helplessly as the luster of the black dragon's blue eyes gradually faded, and the veins in the hand holding the sword bulged.

The scars that continuously put the black dragon to death seemed to be scratched on his heart...

I wish I could bear it for the other party.

He was finally devastated, with cold rain on his face, reaching out to the dying black dragon, touching the phantom of a hundred years ago: "Bai Lan..."

The cold seemed to seep into the bone marrow, Xia Qi shivered and closed his eyes in the cold rain.

When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in the torrential rain like a waterfall, corpses piled up all over his body, and blood flowed like a river.

The vast world is full of dead creatures, only a man holding a sword is walking slowly, the rain washes away the blood stains on the black robe, scarlet meanders the way, but the other party doesn't realize it, just watching carefully The clansmen who died tragically all around seemed to want to engrave them in their hearts.

Xia Qicai woke up from the collapse of being hunted by the black dragon, hurriedly ran to the familiar figure, and called anxiously: "Bai Lan, Qing Bolan..."

The black figure also stopped unexpectedly, turned around to look at him, revealing a sharp and handsome face, and the hatred and anger contained in the whites of red eyes.

The rain covered Xia Qi's cheeks, he didn't have time to think about anything else, he threw himself into Qing Yan's arms, hugged him tightly, his eyes were red with distress.

"Bai Lan, Bo Lan...don't be afraid, I'm coming."

After a few breaths, his chin was lightly pinched and he was forced to raise his head.

The other party's bloody thumb stroked his cheek and lips, and those azure eyes seemed to be soaked in scarlet, full of cold sharpness stained with blood, which pierced his sad eyes.

"...You have also seen how Yunzhang's people treated Lingying Mountain back then."

After finishing speaking, the black figure leaned over and slowly approached him, his eyes fell on his bloody lips, as if he missed his breath so much, his deep voice was a little hoarse, "Aqi... Aqi, I am so happy Hate, help me kill them all together...Kill everyone in Yunzhang..."

Xia Qi was sinking in distress and worry, and also expected this kiss to soothe each other's minds, but the other party's words were like a splash of ice water, which made him suddenly sober.

His misty eyes slowly cooled down, and he calmly looked at the person close at hand: "You are not him."

Qing Yan smiled inexplicably: "In Ah Qi's eyes, I should only be a person who is upright and selfless, without any dirt?"

Xia Qi didn't avoid the other party's angry gaze: "No, my Taoist companion doesn't need to be upright and selfless, and it's not that he can't be stained with filth, but his liver and gall are ice and snow, even if he is stuck in silt, he won't do anything to make himself worse. A regretful choice. He is not someone who can make wild guesses."

As soon as the words fell, the people and illusions in front of them immediately collapsed.

There is no clear sky or rain around him anymore, it is still the fog and bones that he first entered.

Presumably that day has already been engraved into the bones and blood of all the souls in Lingying Mountain, and it will never be forgotten. The resentment turned into miasma, trapping them and trapping those who came.

And Xuanyi Shulang... Is it what the ghosts expect the Wan Yao King to be like...

Having witnessed the suffering a hundred years ago with his own eyes, Xia Qi became more anxious and worried, so he quickened his feet and ran towards the main hall.