Heavenly practice

This catastrophe lasted for 81 days, but the two demigods in the world spent a full 300 years until the blood rain that drowned in Central Continent dried up, the resentment of Nether Land returned to the ground, and the demonic energy of Yinghuang Land was blocked by Killing Immortals Outside Jinyang City.

It wasn't until the huge crack in the sky above his head completely disappeared that the two figures disappeared in front of the world.

But when all the monks looked back, the world had changed. They could still see those mortals without spiritual roots, but they couldn't get close to them. An invisible barrier blocked them.

Even though they were at a loss in their hearts, everyone vaguely knew that the catastrophe had passed.

The two who had stood in midair for 300 years finally let go of their hands.

Jiu Ge smiled at the silver-haired man opposite, "He thought it would take 500 years for me to give you the birth date of his last reincarnation."

Chang Ming turned to leave, but Yun Jiuge stopped him.

"Back then, I wanted to tell you that if you were not from the Yuan clan, you should be the Son of Heaven."

"..."

Chang Ming stared indifferently at the vast land under his feet, strange yet familiar, "I am not as good as him."

Yun Jiuge smiled in surprise, "Why did you say that?"

"The person he chooses is never mediocre, he must be the only one in the world. If Long Xiang was born in the same year as me, the outcome is unknown."

"yes……"

The woman behind her chuckled, "But Shen Zhuo told me that you are the only one in this world."

"For me, he is also the only one."

Chang Ming took a step, his eyes fell on another world, and he stretched out his hand to caress the invisible barrier. The boundless lock in his consciousness was suspended there empty, unable to find a home.

This layer of barrier cut off his borderless lock, and Shen Zhuo cut off its border with his own hands.

Pale palms slowly penetrated into the invisible barrier, and the clear breath of another world overflowed, but Yun Jiuge behind him just watched without stopping.

A palm-sized black bird flew over at some unknown time, but what opened its mouth was Xuan Yu's voice, "Your Majesty, the Netherland has been closed, all grievances in Lingdu have been eliminated, and the Santu River has returned to calm."

Chang Ming didn't respond, but the mysterious bird stayed in front of him and didn't leave, so he just said, "Say."

Xuanyu's voice hesitated, "...Qin Huang woke up, he wants to see you."

"He is no longer from Santu Peak, drive him out of the peak."

"..."

The little Xuanniao glanced at Yun Jiuge who was not far away, fluttered his wings and landed on the shoulder of his own statue, and said in a low voice, "He has been kneeling in the demigod for 80 years, but I have no time to report it."

"Tell him that there is no medicine for regret in the world, and those who miss it are the ones who miss it."

Chang Ming quietly looked at the mortal world, which is the place of reincarnation bestowed by heaven, where countless creatures are reincarnated every moment.

He seems to be talking to Xuanyu or to himself, "Even if you reincarnate, you will never remember the past, let alone an unbearable past, a person who is not worth it."

Xuanniao's light green eyes flickered, "He said... If you help him find Xue Junmi's reincarnation, he will help you find Shen Zhuo."

Chang Ming's indifferent eyes suddenly moved.

In ancient legends, the Canglin family was originally the attendants of the gods, patrolling the world for the gods and conveying the will of the gods. This family can find a person's reincarnation by burning their own blood.

"Why doesn't he look for Xue Junmi's reincarnation?"

"Uh...because..."

Xuanniao rubbed the feathers on the top of its head with its wings, "Although the Canglin tribe can burn their blood to find people, they can't find people they don't want to meet."

"Jun Xue looked for him... Before he died, he made an oath with his soul that he would never see Qin Huang again forever. If he breaks this oath, his soul will be scattered and he will not be reincarnated."

"..."

This oath was made by Xue Junmi, but every word and every word is threatening Qin Huang, threatening with his life, and if Qin Huang is still the old Qin Huang, he will definitely go to find someone regardless of anything, as long as It's enough to hold people in your arms.

But Qin Huang is no longer the former Qin Huang. He would rather die alone after burning all his blood, and he just wants to take another look at that person.

"..."

Chang Ming withdrew his hand, stood there quietly, and suddenly turned to look at Yun Jiuge, "You found him."

"found it."

Yun Jiuge lowered his head, looked at a certain place on the ground with a smile in his eyes, and met another pair of long-awaited eyes.

"Even though reincarnation only has ten lives, we found each other in the No.11 life."

"..."

Changming turned around and turned into a ray of silver light towards Santu Peak. Xuanyu glanced at Yun Jiuge and followed with fluttering wings.

Yun Jiuge watched the two leave, turned around and fell to the ground as a white awn.

Lin Xieyang stepped forward and took her hand, and cast his eyes in the direction of Lingshan Xujingtian, "Go back?"

Yun Jiuge turned to look at him, suddenly showing a sly smile, "Huiyangluo."

Lin Xieyang was startled, and then smiled dotingly, "Okay."

The two of them walked forward hand in hand like this, a few feet away, and the monks watching all this in amazement.

Within half a day, a shocking news spread throughout Central Continent—the demigod Jiu Ge returned to the world.

In front of the Lixiao Hall in the Void Realm, Yun Yun looked up at the young man standing on the top of the Lingshan Mountain. His figure remained motionless.

She doesn't understand, the world is vast, all living beings are small, the time of monks is so long, some people have forgotten their previous lives only a few decades ago, why some people can't let go of a single bit after hundreds of lives.

Long Xiang is, so is the demigod Changming, and even Shen Zhuo, who is the Dao of Heaven.

She turned around and stepped into the Lixiao Hall behind her. Yun Qin, who was sitting on the futon, slowly opened his eyes and smiled at her, "Did you find it?"

Yun Yun nodded and stretched out his palms. A gray mouse was trapped in a colorful bubble, holding its paws and looking at them with its head curled up. Its black eyes flashed sharply.

Yun Qin suddenly laughed.

Yun Yun looked up, "What is Master laughing at?"

"I'm laughing... Heavenly Dao deserves to be Heavenly Dao, and everything has been arranged."

Yun Qin had a half-smile, "No wonder someone like the demigod Changming was in his bag."

Yun Yun lowered his eyes and remained silent.

All the turmoil in the outside world was stopped outside Santu Peak. When Chang Ming returned to the top of Santu Peak, he saw the person kneeling under the cloudy sky and fog at a glance.

The disheveled long hair was mixed with a few glaring strands of white hair, and the knee that had never been bent since stepping into Santu Peak just knelt in the dirt and gravel, and the wind, frost, sand and stone left too much on that figure. Traces of vicissitudes.

Xuanyu stood at the side watching from a distance, her eyes serious.

Although a monk has been in seclusion for a hundred years, the sword wound on Qin Huang's body directly penetrated his heart, and even shook half of his soul. If it weren't for her family's lord, it would be impossible to survive, and now it's so windy After kneeling in the rain for 80 years, I have long been hanging with only one breath left.

She sighed, those tonics of Hang Qi were probably in vain.

"Your honor."

Xuanyu's sound successfully awakened the kneeling person, who seemed to be dead suddenly moved.

He slowly raised his head and saw the black robe feet, then bent down and knelt down deeply, putting his head on the ground, making an extremely humble plea.

Xuanyu felt a little uncomfortable and turned her head away.

She has never seen this person bend down to anyone, lower his head, let alone kneel down, not even to his lord.

But at this moment, he left all his dignity behind him.

"Please..."

A voice that was so hoarse that it couldn't be heard from the original sounded slowly, like the sound of wind blowing through an empty room, it was so sad and empty that it made people feel numb.

Chang Ming lowered his eyes to look at his predecessor's subordinates lying at his feet, and said lightly, "It's late."