The wind blew from the channel overhead.
Gu Qingshan moved his hand away from the hidden compartment on the wall and sighed:
"It's not easy for the Saint of Wind and Rain to build such a hidden passage on his own in the Land of No Turns."
The fox girl said proudly: "Of course, she made the entire construction of Wuhuan Land. The many constructions are intertwined, the layout of the underground palace, and even the passages and magic formations. All the saints have their own opinions, but she is the only one who can convince everyone." , and then make the final decision.”
Gu Qingshan nodded and said: "But so much time has passed, didn't the evil spirit notice it at all?"
"Then I don't know. Why don't you use me to tell your fortune." The fox girl said.
Gu Qingshan took out the copper coins as instructed and sprinkled them into the sky.
Each copper coin kept spinning, and finally all of them revealed their upward sides.
"Big evil, no matter how you calculate it, it's always this hexagram." The fox girl said in frustration.
"——Then be careful."
Gu Qingshan didn’t take it seriously and said with a smile.
He rolled on the spot and turned into a big orange cat. He borrowed "Jade Wuxia" from Weizun and disappeared into the void.
"Leave?" Fox Girl asked.
"Meow!" the orange cat nodded and shouted.
It immediately flew upwards.
The passage was filled with cold wind, dry and cool, and the orange cat flew upward along the vertical wall.
Tens of breaths later.
The orange cat slowed down and quietly looked upward.
I saw a dark shadow lying quietly on the wall, motionless.
"Amitabha, this is the guardian among the evil spirits. He is responsible for patrolling the land of no turning, checking the situation everywhere, and asking the donor to be careful." The old monk's voice sounded.
The orange cat jumped lightly to the other end of the wall, and crossed the shadow in a flash.
It turned around and looked at the demon, only to see that the other party was still motionless.
The orange cat tilted his head and thought for a moment, then equipped himself with the title of "God of War of the Void" and looked at the demon again.
This time, the orange cat immediately saw countless runes in the void.
They are arranged and combined in a specific way, surrounding the evil spirits, forming a mysterious technique.
"What are you?" Orange Cat asked secretly.
All the mysterious runes surged, telling the orange cat their power in silent voices.
A moment.
The orange cat looked surprised.
——It turns out that the entire passage is filled with invisible and mysterious techniques, which are specially designed to target evil spirits, making them unable to detect the movements around them.
But if someone wants to investigate the situation here, this mysterious technique will be completely hidden, preventing this technique from being detected.
The evil demon only knew that there was a hidden passage here, and after checking it there was nothing unusual, so he sent people to guard it, but he didn't know that it was all in vain.
The orange cat sighed silently.
The saint of wind and rain.
Countless years after her death, the magic she set up can still do this, and her strength is simply unimaginable.
However, a saint like her still died.
The orange cat shook his head and continued running up the wall.
After counting the breaths.
It squatted in front of a small sunken terrace.
The orange cat stretched out its front paws and touched a certain wall tile hard.
On the terrace, a small thing suddenly appeared.
The orange cat stared at the thing, confusion flashing in his eyes.
——It was a rattle stained with blood.
When it appeared, the spell covering it disappeared silently.
It seems that the Sage of Wind and Rain put a lot of effort into preserving this rattle.
The orange cat took a few steps forward and squatted in front of the rattle.
——In your previous life, you liked playing rattles when you were a child?
wrong.
This toy——
No impression at all.
The orange cat pondered, stretched out his front paws again, and tried to touch the rattle lightly.
As soon as its paw touched the rattle, it suddenly shook and its mind went blank.
Countless lights and shadows continued to dance and condense in the memory, and finally turned into a scene from an extremely long time ago.
--village.
Black smoke billowed and burned for most of the morning, and the flames finally engulfed the entire village.
The charred ground was littered with corpses.
Under a nearly collapsed earth wall, a small corpse opened its eyes.
This is a boy.
He was about three years old, dark and thin, and his body was still in good condition.
After the boy woke up, he showed no signs of panic. Instead, he looked around carefully.
By this time the fire had gone out.
The roof had long since been burned clean, leaving only four bare walls.
There were two bodies in the room, one male and one female.
The boy glanced at it and showed a clear look.
He took out a rattle from his arms, stood up, and walked to the man and woman.
The boy turned the rattle gently, making it make a drum sound.
Boom--boom--boom--
Three drums sounded, and illusory figures appeared on the two corpses.
There was even a small figure nestling beside them.
The boy said: "You must be the parents of this body, and you, the original owner of this body -"
"Sorry, I only have this thing in my hand. How about you let me save you and reincarnate again?"
The man and woman looked at each other and nodded.
The woman held the small figure in her arms and said something silently.
The boy listened for a few breaths, nodded and said, "I'm lending his body to help you reconnect in the next life."
The woman immediately knelt down and saluted the boy.
The boy avoided him and said, "No need to be polite, this is my duty."
He shook the rattle gently.
Dong dong dong dong dong——
The sound of the drums was intensive, gradually bringing about an inexplicable power.
"Go and be reincarnated. By the time your family is reunited, the world should have returned to stability," the boy said.
The three phantoms nodded to him, turned into streams of light, flew up into the void, and disappeared.
The boy watched them leave. After a while, he slowly put away the rattle and walked out of the house.
He walked slowly among the ruins. Occasionally he saw a corpse, and he gently shook the rattle to send the person to reincarnation.
At noon, the boy finally walked out of the ruined village.
He stood by the road and looked back at the ruined village.
"I didn't expect that the prehistoric era has become such a mess, and even mortals can't live in peace."
"It seems I'm going to grow up faster."
The boy's face turned pale, but his stomach made a long growling sound.
He paused, suddenly realizing that he had more pressing matters to solve.
"Looking for something to eat...what do three-year-old sentient beings eat?"
He closed his eyes and briefly reviewed the memory of this body.
The memory of this body is only three years, and it knows very little, but it still has some impressions of what it eats.
"Yes - the spiritual fruit on the west slope is just right for me to eat."
The child walked westward along the dirt road, and sure enough, he found a patch of red fruits at the bottom of the slope.
In my impression, this fruit is the most precious thing in the village. Some are only picked during festivals for children and the elderly to eat.
He slowly climbed down the slope, walked to a low fruit tree, picked one and ate it.
"Contains some spiritual power, which can nourish the body, develop wisdom, and prolong life."
The child commented while eating.
Suddenly, a voice sounded from deep in the woods:
"You little kid, you know a lot."
After the child finished eating one fruit, he picked another. While wiping the dust on the fruit with his clothes, he asked, "Who is that person in the forest?"
I saw a burly figure walking out of the forest.
But it was a man with a big beard and a strong suit, carrying a bow on his back and two sabers on his waist. He was holding a spiritual fruit in his hand and eating it in big mouthfuls.
The man looked at the young child in front of him, and then at the village in the distance.
"Only this child is still alive...tsk..."
The man came over, knelt down next to the child, and said, "I am Lin Changfeng, the murderer king. I often eat human flesh alive, drink human blood, and have countless dead souls under my command. Are you afraid?"
The boy shook his head and said, "I'm not afraid."
"Aren't you afraid? Why aren't you afraid?" the man asked curiously.
The boy pointed to the fruit in his hand and then to the gourd on his back and said, "You are eating fruit. There is a sound of water in the gourd but no smell of blood, so you were lying just now."
Lin Changfeng paused and said angrily: "Are the children these days so smart? Did you grow up from eating Lingguo until now?"
"What I eat is better than the spiritual fruit." The child said.
"No wonder."
Lin Changfeng slapped his thigh and suddenly figured it out.
At this time, a distant wind blew slowly.
Lin Changfeng listened and took a few breaths, then his expression changed and he said: "Little guy, we'll see you later, I'll leave first."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed and flew away into the distance.
The next moment.
He suddenly turned back and landed next to the boy.
I saw him stamping his feet and saying: "Damn it! Damn it! There is only one way to die if you are left here. Why did I just meet you!"
"Dead end?" The boy asked in confusion.
But Lin Changfeng jumped up, slapped himself in the face, and cursed: "I told you to meddle in other people's business again!"
He put the boy on his shoulders and fled away into the distance.
Silence returned to the orchard.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
Suddenly, a majestic voice filled the world, seeming to be announcing to millions of sentient beings:
"All realms are infinite, only the great wilderness."
"The great catastrophe of the era is coming, and chaos is about to reopen. Use peerless power to save the common people."
"——All saints must hold on to the battle."
"Everyone else, go to Buzhou Mountain!"
This voice echoed throughout the world.
The child stayed quietly on Lin Changfeng's shoulder. He didn't seem to be afraid at all, but just listened to these words curiously.
He patted Lin Changfeng and asked curiously: "What do those people want to do when they come near Buzhou Mountain?"
Lin Changfeng snorted and explained casually:
"It is said that an innate saint descended from chaos will appear near Mount Buzhou - but I think this is all a lie - since he is an innate saint, why not go directly to the Holy Palace to guide the saints and evil spirits fighting?"
The child nodded and became quiet again.
