9000 years

Xuanli thought, maybe the town he had been to could give some answers. If it is true what Yao Chuan said, what happened between them that led to the current result?

He went to the northern border overnight. He remembered that he entered the mortal world from the northern border. There are vast mountains, rivers, lakes, seas and human beings. It is difficult for even a god to find a place casually. The best way is to find the same way.

The land in the north is desolate and dilapidated. Although the burnt debris has been cleaned up, the land without popularity is dead no matter how you look at it. Xuanli stood on a high place and swept across the land on that side. The heavenly soldiers came and went, and the number of people It was five times that of the last time he came, his eyes were calm, his black clothes melted into the moonlight of dawn, he couldn't see clearly.

Does Tianjun want to defend the northern border in this way?It's too whimsical!

He drilled under the clouds, and his eyes skipped over the continuous green hills. He looked carefully, and for a long time, he didn't catch a glimpse of the bustling and lively town from the gaps in the cliffs.

Remember to stay here, no more?

It was the end of winter in the world, just after a light snowfall, the top of the mountain was covered with white, Xuanli went down slowly, and suddenly saw a thick layer of snow between the two mountains, it was almost abnormally thick, and immediately, Xuanli At the foot of the flanking mountains, Li saw the winding river.

Is this... an avalanche?

Xuan Li flicked his sleeves down, and the large sleeves fluttered in the strong wind. He stood on the top of the mountain and looked down. Through the thick white snow, he saw the collapsed houses one after another, and the bodies rolled up in the snow. After falling on the ice, the expressions on their faces varied, and no one died peacefully.

It's just that this sudden avalanche is too coincidental?

Xuan Li lost sight of his eyes, his toes lightly passed the continuous snow peaks and landed beside the small river, the river surface was frozen, the surroundings were bare, and the few remaining willow leaves were blown clean, his gaze Crossing the small river, it landed on the former shrine. Except for the light snow that had just fallen, it was flat and flat, without even a shadow left.

Xuanli stood at the other end, looking into the distance even more timidly. He had no clue, and was disturbed by Yao Chuan's words. This feeling was too bad. He wanted to ask directly, but he was afraid that the truth would be too dazzling. , unbearable.

So, people who have been sunk deep in Xuanli's memory, with blurred faces, and who have been rejected for tens of thousands of years, are actually not like that, are they?

Xuanli didn't know why he believed Yao Chuan's words for no reason, or maybe he just wanted to find an exit.

After all, he crossed the river and approached step by step.

His heart was beating fast, and the moment he fell into the shrine, the pain that had been suppressed not long ago swept over again, clamoring and permeating his heart, why, why does it hurt when he hears something about him?

He stepped back in a panic, and in a trance, the shrine in front of him rose from the ground. He looked at it in astonishment, and then he stood in the temple in an instant. On the ground, holding a stone carving knife in his hand, gravel fell from his hands one after another. His hair was disheveled, his face and expression were covered by it. Xuanli walked a few steps forward, and suddenly a piece of broken stone rolled under his feet. Stone, the stone rolled to his feet, and then passed smoothly through the soles of his feet all the way, and rolled to the door.

The man didn't raise his head, he held the knife in his hand motionlessly, his palms were rubbed red, callused, and stained with lime. They were obviously a pair of young hands, but they were as rough as if they had experienced a century of wind and frost.

Xuanli's heart was agitated, he took a few steps forward, followed the hand to see clearly where he was carving, it was a human face, it was not clearly visible before the carving, and the place where he wrote, It's just one eye, stroke by stroke very slowly, as if afraid of losing everything if one stroke is wrong.

Xuanli rolled his throat a few times, trying to pull the man's hand, but his hand passed through the shaking wrist and landed on the blade, the pain surged up instantly, the blade glowed red, and the person who was engrossed in carving paused, The carving knife in his hand fell to the ground suddenly, and the whole person seemed to be more transparent. He moved, and made two hoarse sounds from his throat. On the hem of Xuanli's clothes.

He stood outside the shrine, clutching his chest, as if he had a dream.

The tall and tall fairy, with his black clothes fluttering in the fierce cold wind, stared at the open space in front of him for a long time as if he could not find an exit. He squatted on the bed for a long time, brushed away the floating snow on the surface, and slowly stroked the coldness with his palms. land like ice.

Xuanli felt more and more that maybe what Yao Chuan said was right, he had to go back and ask him for clarification.

However, as soon as he turned around, a large black figure appeared behind him. They bared their teeth and claws, and they came towards Xuanli like zombies.

"Destroyed the temple, do you still want to leave?"

There was a lot of restlessness in his ears, and a mess of voices rang in his ears, as if trying to choke his sanity, he took two steps back and raised his eyes, and people like black mist rushed towards him one after another.

"Bang... bang bang..."

It's the sound of a beating heart.

"Be careful." Someone said in the ear.

A golden light flashed in front of his eyes, and Xuan Li woke up suddenly.

"Who is it?" he shouted.

Surrounded by green hills, there is no one inhabited, only the bitter cold wind whistling past.

He seemed to suddenly become angry, and a ball of snow-white flames suddenly filled his hands—the Lihuo of the Feng Clan, and sparks seemed to appear in his eyes, blowing away the scorching heat waves around him.

"come out."

There was another silent echo.

Lihuo left the palm of his hand, drew a beautiful arc in the air, scattered all around, the flames lit up the sky for a moment, and the snow in a five-mile radius melted instantly, Xuanli stood in the center, his hands under his sleeves were trembling.

He radiated his immortal energy to explore, but still found nothing.

Who was the person just now, and who released the illusion?Those shadows, that person, who are they?What do you want to do?

Xuanli, the majestic emperor of the Three Realms, was trapped in this corner, but he couldn't tell the difference.

He was restless, so someone took advantage of his loopholes. He couldn't calm down at all, and inexplicable emotions were accumulated, and he was only short of a lead.

It was getting late, and the sun was setting quickly on the cloudy sky, and after a while, it was completely dark.

He stood like a statue, the thin snow on his clothes was frozen, and he could make a sound when he moved.

For the first time, he felt that immortals are not omnipotent.

Perhaps this is not the first time he has known it. Tens of thousands of years ago, when he killed his loved one, he also had such a feeling, but unfortunately he has forgotten it.

After gaining nothing, Xuan Xin leaped up to the clouds disheartened, and as soon as he broke through the clouds, he ran into Qiong Ji who didn't know where he was going.

It's really a narrow road.

Qiong Ji looked at the embarrassed person in front of him in surprise, as if seeing some rare treasure, looked up and down four or five times before saying: "You...you are?"

Xuanli didn't expect to meet again in this situation, but he still swayed when he was tired in his heart, and instantly changed into the immortal Yaoshi who was not stained with dust: "It's nothing, I've been in the lower realm, where is the elder going?" place?"

Qiongji was always good at talking about people and talking about people, seeing that Xuanli didn't want to talk about it, he changed the topic: "Walking around with Fengluo, it's a coincidence that we met here."

Behind Qiong Ji is the Northern Territory, it is indeed a coincidence to meet here.

Xuan Li twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile: "It's really a coincidence, the elder is so thoughtful."

Qiong Ji frowned unobtrusively, not understanding what the other side meant.

Qiong Ji knew something about Xuanli, after all, at a similar age, who doesn't like to hear some romantic affairs, Xuanli stared at him, and felt for a long time that he might have made a mistake.

On the contrary, it was Qiong Ji, who looked at him thoughtfully, and then said lightly: "I always feel that you seem to be different recently..."

Xuanli didn't avoid his gaze, let him look, and also stared at him, the more frank and suspicious he was, the more reassuring he was.

"Is there? Where?"

Qiong Ji raised his eyebrows, and lowered his voice with a half-smile, revealing some sticky cunning: "Taste."

Standing behind Qiongji, Feng Luo, who had never moved, suddenly grabbed Qiongji's arm and pulled it back, opening the distance between him and Xuanli.

Qiong Ji turned around and laughed twice, gently patted the hand on her body, and coaxed: "Let's go now."

Then he turned around and leaned over again, because he was pulled by someone, he only moved forward a little bit, Xuanli didn't understand why this person always talked like this.

"How did you think about what I told you last time? I have been waiting for it. The demon world is very crowded recently, waiting to move."

Xuanli smiled slightly with his eyelids closed, and said in a slow voice: "At most, the matter is left to Tianjun, I am old, and I am too lazy to take care of these things."

Following these words, Feng Luo, who was standing behind Qiong Ji, finally set his eyes on Xuan Li's outstretched hand, then slowly moved up, and landed on his white hair, paused for two seconds, then moved away again.

Qiongji gave a "tsk" sound: "The emperor of Fengling is the best in the three worlds, why did he say it, but the gray hairs are a few white, and it will be mended in the future." Then he said seriously, "What I said, I still hope the emperor Urging Tianjun to discuss the matter as soon as possible, Qiong Ji left first."

What he said was just right, Xuanli turned his body sideways and didn't say another word.

Qiong Ji stepped in front of him, and the doubtful breath that floated in his heart quickly penetrated into his nostrils, he paused slightly, and then disappeared on the cloud.

"Just now, did you smell something special?" After walking a while, Qiong Ji who was walking in front suddenly spoke, his voice was cold and solemn, completely different from the soft smile just now.

The man behind him didn't look sideways, and simply said one word - dragon!

Qiong Ji squinted his eyes, floating clouds passed by his body, and a smile floated on the corner of his mouth, looking eerie and frightening.

"The last time I went to Tiangong, I smelled the aura of the dragon clan on him, as expected."

Feng Luo has always talked less, such things don’t end with a question mark, he never answered them, Qiong Ji couldn’t stand him at first, but later he got used to it and found it good, he doesn’t make a sound, sometimes he can make himself think clearly about the question more clearly.

Fengluo grew up with Qiongji since he was a child. He is completely opposite to Qiongji's domineering personality. He is calm, decisive, and not talkative. The most important thing is that he is someone who will never betray Qiongji. The heart of the torrent willingly gave it to the person in front of him.

Xuanli set foot on the heavenly realm, and before reaching the thirteenth heaven, his head ached from the loud voices. Sometimes he felt sorry for Tianjun. It took a lot of brainpower to raise such a group of gods.

Now that the matter is in the hands of Tianjun, he will not intervene anymore, just stand at a distance and listen for a while, the noise is the same, just a few words, but Tianjun has not made a sound, Xuanli is quite surprised of.

"Your Majesty?" A slightly unfamiliar voice came, Xuan Li turned around and found that it was Yun Yi, "Why are you standing here?"

It's been a long time since we saw each other, Yun Yi showed a rare joy on his face, walked quickly to Xuan Li's side, followed his gaze just now, "Are you watching their discussion?"

Xuanli nodded, remembering his serious business, and was about to speak first, when the people around him looked at him, and said expectantly: "Yesterday... I found a book of cultivation secrets from Tianshu Pavilion In the book, there is a technique that I can't fix, can your lord help me to find out what's wrong?"

Xuanli sighed in his heart, and nodded helplessly, he thought that Yaochuan would not be able to escape anyway, not later than this moment.

Yunyi's palace was built in the fifteenth heaven, next to Yaochi, there are many immortal mansions around, most of them are young immortal officials, it is very lively on weekdays, only when Xuanli came, the surrounding area seemed to be deserted, even Not a single voice.

This is the case again today.

The spell Yun Yi mentioned is only an intermediate spell in the ordinary fairy art. It is reasonable to say that there will be no big problems in cultivation. There should be no situation where it is impossible to practice. Xuanli read it once, understood the crux of the problem, and patiently guided him .

It was almost evening when Xuanli came out of Yunyi's palace, the golden black was hanging down, Luoyun was glowing in the evening, he rubbed his shoulders and neck, and the man with his sleeves rolled up jumped up.

Shangwu Palace stands far away, the majestic hall is full of brilliance, surrounded by fairy clouds, Xuanli walks slowly through the peach forest, and pinches the peaches hanging on the tree while walking, he thinks in his heart, about In a few months, the peaches will be almost ripe.

The moment he stepped out of the peach grove, Xuanli suddenly stopped in his tracks, a very light demonic aura lingered in the fragrance of peach blossoms that never changed in Shangwu Palace all year round, disturbing Xuanli's thoughts, he quickly stepped into the mansion garden, and lay down in disorder The immortal attendant from the ground caught his eye.

What happened, he reacted instantly, and appeared beside Chenchi in an instant.

There was not a trace of the enchantment left, and the little white dragon kept in the pond had disappeared, leaving only the broken red lotus and the pond full of broken branches and broken leaves.

Shangwu Immortal Mansion, standing on the dome, has copper walls and iron walls, and there are times when a horse stumbles and something is stolen.

He stood up with killing intent in his eyes.