Yun Rong opened her eyes slightly, and in the dark shadow under the hood, it seemed as if there was light under her eyes, not very bright, but a cautious and just right light.
"You're welcome." Her voice was very calm.
Yun Rong, whose nose was still bleeding over there, muttered in a low voice: "Strange, does it turn out that I can also embroider?"
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The sky over the distant mountains sank little by little.
It's not the gloominess of black clouds that are pressing down on the city, but the fact that the sky is sinking little by little under some kind of terrifying destructive power.
When Balian was flying with his sword, he could clearly feel the weight from the sky and the coldness of the deep intrusion into his soul.
Suddenly, there was a cracking pain in his cheek.
A string of blood beads were wiped out in the wind.
His eyes moved slightly, and he reached out to grab a thin bronze leaf.
The Autumn Water Sword under his feet slowly lost its spiritual brilliance, and the world no longer allowed him to fly in the sky.
Balian came down with his sword and saw a bronze sacred tree. The tree's divine brilliance seemed to be the same as the sky and the earth. It was as huge as a mountain. The iron leaves of the branches were filled with clouds and mist all year round.
The huge tree is hidden in the clouds and mist, and its outline is looming, like a huge god entrenched here.
Perhaps it was because of the sapphire with the word "Heaven" in his hand that Balian could clearly feel that there were indeed ancient gods from all directions living in this huge bronze tree.
He stood under the bronze tree, and the tree roots exposed to the outside of the soil were already higher than his head. He was like a tiny ant breaking into the kingdom of giants, and he could see the end of the bronze tree at a glance.
Wind blows and old bronze leaves.
The cold fragrance lingers around my clothes.
Balian suddenly felt a familiar aura.
He walked dozens of meters deeper into the bronze tree.
Under the rustling heavy leaves, the night falls on white clothes, and the stars fall on snow sleeves.
The ink hair dances silently in the breeze. The woman's figure is like a cold white crane, standing under the tree, with her palms pressed against the tree with ancient patterns, and the soul hidden between her eyebrows is twinkling slightly.
Her spiritual thoughts have completely entered this bronze sacred tree.
Balian opened his eyes wide in shock, unable to understand why he saw her here.
"Su Jing... girl?"
"Oh?" An old voice echoed in the forest leaves.
Under the thick green bronze root vines, an old woman with a stooped figure and wearing linen clothes slowly emerged. Her skin was old and droopy, but her eyes were exceptionally bright and clear, and she did not look like an old woman at all. Eyes that an old man can have.
The old woman looked at Bailian with a distant look and said, "You actually know my Jing'er?"
My Jinger?
Balian was slightly startled, and saluted the old man and said, "We have met several times before, but I don't know who my senior is..."
The aura coming out of the old woman's body was as huge as the deep sea, but she had no obvious hostility towards Bailian. After looking at him carefully for a few times, she said: "I am the first sect leader of Taixuan Sect, and Jing'er should be the first one." Call me grandma."
After becoming the first sect leader of the Tianxi Sword Sect, is it now the Taixuan Sect?
Bailian couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. He really didn't know how many cultivators on this Tianyao Continent had their ancestors fall into the bronze door and be trapped for life without any way out.
Instead, I asked those future generations of disciples to worship the tablets in vain.
The old woman asked: "Why are you here?"
Balian pointed to the bronze tree and said, "I want to meet the ancient god in this tree, but now it seems that Miss Su Jing has already started negotiating with the god in the tree."
He couldn't understand why Su Jing, who was clearly in the first realm, would appear in the bronze door. Since she promised to help protect Jiujiu, San'er and the others, she should not break her promise.
"Meet the ancient god in the tree?" A strange smile appeared on the old woman's face, but she did not mock Balian's overestimation. Her linen sleeves suddenly unfolded, and the bronze leaves swayed like wind chimes.
The scenery around Bailian was spinning rapidly, turning into countless blurry phantoms.
Suddenly, all the sounds between heaven and earth disappeared.
In my mind, it was like a drop of water falling into the silent lake.
The voice was very peaceful.
Neither heaven nor earth can be seen, and the distance is vast and vast.
Even the figure of the old woman disappeared without knowing when.
The faraway place seems to have no end in sight, with the outlines of huge mountains, seas, sun, moon, and stars imprinted like silhouettes beneath your feet.
This space seemed to be divided into two worlds, light and dark, by a divine sword with the meaning of judgment.
In the light and darkness, there are huge ancient bronze seats standing in the sky. The seats are as huge and majestic as small mountains, and on the seats, there are huge figures covered by light and darkness.
Bailian was surrounded by those ancient bronze seats, as small as an ant.
The peaceful sound of another drop of water falling echoed in my mind.
A layer of shallow ripples suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him. In the interplay of light and shadow, a spotless white clothes gradually became clearly visible.
The slender and graceful back was smoky and cold. Suddenly, when he looked back, the black eyes like a static ink painting looked at him, and the thin night under the eyes seemed to be shimmering.
Balian couldn't help but reached out and pinched his cheek. He didn't feel any pain, but he knew that his spiritual consciousness was forcibly brought into the world inside the bronze tree by the old man's special divine passage method.
The gods surrounding the ancient bronze thrones did not react at all to Balian's sudden intrusion. They did not even bother to separate their divine thoughts to rest on him and simply ignored him.
Obviously, for them, Bailian was not even qualified to catch their eyes.
"Little girl, I pity your body. If you are willing to feed the fire with your body, I will give you the surname Xihe. For thousands of generations, the fire will never end."
The person who said this was an ancient bronze seat close to the white clothes.
As he spoke, the heavy light on the ancient seat dispersed a bit, and a slender and beautiful woman's figure, whose whole body was lit with golden divine fire, was vaguely visible.
Su Jing slowly looked away from Balian, and she said calmly: "I am not interested in becoming the new god of this world."
"You can tell me your wish." The head of the Xihe Shen clan seemed to be particularly tolerant of Su Jing.
Su Jing raised his head and looked at the gods, his lips moved slightly, and his cold voice was swallowed silently by the world, but every word fell onto each bronze seat with incomparable clarity.
The flames around Xihe's body swayed dangerously, becoming violent and terrifying.
For a moment, lightning flashed across the mountains, rivers and stars in the sky under Su Jing's feet.
It seemed as if she was about to be caught in a robbery net.
Su Jing's figure remained motionless, not wavering in the slightest.
At this time, a chuckle sounded.
Bai Lian saw a dark cold mist swirling not far in front of Su Jing. It was one of the six rivers, the heart-wrenching laughter.
"I have already said that Su Jing, one of the Three Sons of Heaven, is not necessary for the gods to meet."
In the dark mist around him, the squeaking sounds of ghosts and infants kept coming, making his whole person feel gloomy.
He continued: "Because you will never get what you want from her. It's better to say the other way around. Don't underestimate her as a human being. Since she can be recognized by heaven, if you relax a little, she can destroy everything." The longing and wish of all of you.”
