Zhao Ning was speechless and only tapped the cane.
"Dong——"
This sound echoed throughout the room, and was also transmitted into the underworld along with the green smoke of the Anshen Incense.
Boom——
Echoing in the ears of the soul, the soul was shocked, and the shadow seemed to be a little droopy, but the next moment, he suddenly straightened up and opened his eyes, but they were not turbid as before, but as clear and calm as the deep night sky.
He turned around and looked in a certain direction behind him.
Something seems to be involved, there are shaking and distorted scenes in the darkness, they are human figures, but their appearance is blurred by the color.
I heard a woman say, "You are crazy. If you continue like this, you will really become a devil."
The other man lowered his head and said nothing. His figure was not complete, and his right arm was empty with black smoke lingering around it.
"You yourself said that you would not take the lives of these people without any grievance or enmity. Otherwise, the imminent divine punishment will only block our own path."
"Is this what I want to do?!" Another person suddenly yelled, and the frightened woman backed away repeatedly, but the other person's momentum quickly subsided, and he weakly came close to her, then hugged her and buried his head in her lower abdomen.
The voice was painful and aggrieved, "What to do, what to do, I can't suppress it anymore, I'm about to...who!"
At this moment, the man shouted violently, and Ming Ming's connection was instantly cut off.
Soul's figure swayed, and the energy in his eyes faded. Before he could react, a clear light enveloped him and he was instantly pulled into the light.
When he disappeared to the extreme, an invisible claw stretched into the darkness, where it was just now. The claw suddenly grabbed it, and it was empty, "Who is it?!"
There was a voice as hoarse as an evil spirit echoing in the darkness.
Zhao Ning lowered her eyes and tightened her grip on the crutch.
But the corpse on the ground jumped suddenly, and a large amount of blood spurted out from the corner of its mouth. At this moment, the soothing incense burned out.
"Brother!" Xiaoli was startled, broke out instantly, broke free from Shan Shu's grasp, and threw herself at the corpse.
Shan Shu did not stop him and returned to the side of the three of them. Zhong Wenyan was supporting Shang Xia, and it took a lot of money to maintain the spell.
"Fortunately, I came back in the end." Zhong Wenyan said in a low voice.
But coming back like this does not mean that the other party is saved, but that the soul temporarily attaches to it and shines again.
He opened his yellow eyes and saw his sister clinging to him. He tremblingly reached out to touch her, but he didn't have much strength. When he seemed about to fall, he was hugged tightly by Xiaoli.
"Brother, brother, you will get better, and we can still be the same as before."
But he said, "Xiaoli, don't lie to yourself. You and I both know the condition of my body."
His eyes fell on everyone, "I'm troubling you again."
Because of this moment of reflection, he seemed to be speaking normally. He told his sister, "It's not their fault, brother, he is destined to die. But Huang Liang Yimeng, brother, has no regrets."
Shang Xia and others looked at each other, and Shan Shu frowned and asked, "You are also in a dream."
"That was a sweet dream." He looked at the top, "I really don't want to wake up. That fairy is the love of my life. Even if she is ruthless, even if she drains my anger, it doesn't matter."
"Brother!!!" Xiaoli screamed, "How can you be so stupid? Who is it? Who is it? I must avenge you!"
He grabbed Xiaoli in panic. This was probably his last strength, so that when he grabbed it, he raised his body and then hit the ground hard. Xiaoli was so panicked, but he said, "No, no, Xiaoli, no."
"Brother -" Xiaoli cried loudly. He took out a jade pendant from his arms and gave it to Xiaoli, "This is what my mother left behind. It is for family heirlooms. I leave it to you, brother. Okay, live well."
"Brother-no!!!"
He lay on his back and moved his left hand, suddenly covering his abdomen. "This is really a wonderful feeling."
He murmured the last words, a tear flashed from the corner of his eye, and finally closed his eyes.
"elder brother!!!"
This person has passed away, and except for Xiaoli who cried loudly, no one else spoke.
Zhao Ning witnessed all this. She did not stay in the room anymore and walked out step by step with a cane.
Shang Xia noticed it and followed Zhao Ning out.
Zhao Ning looked to the east. If he went all the way east from here, he would reach the East China Sea, where there is a long, narrow and deep trench.
Shang Xia asked, "Auntie, is there something wrong with this person?"
"It's just a person who is obsessed with forgetting his heart." Zhao Ning said lightly.
Shang Xia was worried, "Looking at the situation, there may be a conspiracy behind his death. Look at the corpses here, I'm afraid he died for the same thing. The dream in Yunfang City..."
Shang Xia thought of the woman's terrifying strength again. He knew he had no ability to resist, and was annoyed that his cultivation level could not be improved to that level for a while.
"Grandma, why don't we tell Master Peng Jue about this matter in detail? Master Peng Jue is a kind-hearted person and he will definitely help solve it."
Zhao Ning said, "Shang Xia, kindness is not a reason to help others."
Shang Xia was stunned and then lowered his head.
"This matter will be solved." But at this moment, Zhao Ning was muttering. Shang Xia looked at it and thought she was talking to herself, but she still said, "It will be over soon."
Shang Xia and others watched Xiaoli burying her brother. Xiaoli also knew that her previous words were too impulsive, so she lowered her head and apologized to them. Zhong Wenyan comforted her.
Shang Xia asked her where she was going next, but Xiaoli said that this was her home, and she would stay here to accompany her brother.
Everyone looked at each other and asked no more questions.
Afterwards, the four of Shang Xia returned to Yunfang Xianyuan City, but Zhao Ning excused that there was another person who did not go with them.
High in the sky, Zhao Ning looked down from the thick clouds. The lingering aura of the Tiger convoy yesterday and today led all the way to a manor on the border of Yangzhou.
Zhao Ning was quite familiar with this place, it was Zhiyue's former Qingyue Palace.
Zhao Ning stared at the sky for a long time. Her expression did not change much. She was just thinking about the man's death state before his death and Shang Xia's description of the decay of the dream. Peng Jue's casual words rang in her ears again, "...just... It’s like giving birth to many children.”
Judging from the dead states, it can be vaguely guessed that the only ones that evoke their innate anger are the newly raised lives.
But these people are almost all men. There have never been rumors of men conceiving and giving birth to children in the world of cultivation. Except for some unknown secret methods, only Fan Jin's lineage has the theory of male childbirth. The children are born in the mother's body, but they are just pearls. At that time, it will be incorporated into the father's body, and the father will use the father to support the son. This is the only special case of reproduction in the world of cultivation.
"My son, don't go down the road of no return." Fan Jin's prayer before his death still rings in his ears.
At this moment, many things point to the lost son of Fan Jin.
After a long silence, Zhao Ning still landed in front of the Qingyue Palace. The stone beast in front of the Qingyue Palace had disappeared. The red letter on the gate seemed to have not been taken care of for a long time, and its bright color had faded.
She stepped onto the steps of Qingyue Palace and reached out to push open the heavy door of Qingyue Palace. The door creaked open, but when it was halfway turned, the door fell to the ground.
There was no one in Qingyue Palace and there was no sound. Zhao Ning entered step by step and passed through the dark corridor under the gate. When he first entered the square, the sunlight was extremely bright.
Everything, big and small, had been emptied out, as if it had gone through a robbery. When walking in the palace, a pair of fairies would pass by, but now...
A layer of fine dust accumulates on the ground, walls and all building surfaces. A gentle breeze lifts up the fine dust, and in the haziness, some pictures appear.
"No, no!" the fairy from Qingyue Palace shouted in fear.
It was a fight. Outsiders broke through the gate of Qingyue Palace. They were wearing golden armor from Blazing City. There were also many casual cultivators mixed in the team. Some snatched spiritual objects, and some simply snatched the Fairy of Qingyue Palace. .
"It happened when Yanzhou and Yangzhou were in chaos." Suddenly, someone spoke behind Zhao Ning.
Zhao Ning turned around and saw someone standing on the gate of Qingyue Palace, against the light, wearing a bamboo hat. The corners of the bamboo hat made half of his face fall into shadow, but he quickly raised his head and looked at Zhao Ning calmly. A smile.
His tone became unserious, "Boss Shen, long time no see."
"He Jie." Zhao Ning called out his name. Compared with the last time they saw him in the Heavenly Palace, He Jie's appearance had not changed much, but his aura was much more restrained, which was completely opposite to his bluster and showoff back then.
He Jie flew to Zhao Ning and said, "Boss Shen, I haven't heard anything about you in Kyushu for a hundred or two hundred years, but you went into seclusion."
Before Zhao Ning could speak, he just felt it slightly and smiled again, "I can't even perceive Boss Shen's current state. The boss is the boss. Look, I can't catch up no matter how hard I chase."
Zhao Ning looked at him with a hidden look in her eyes, and just asked, "Why are you here?"
He Jie did not answer immediately. The past reflected in the hazy smoke and dust did not disappear. He turned around and looked around, "Boss Shen is really powerful. Such a time-traveling technique can be used to such an extent."
Zhao Ning just looked at him, as if waiting for the answer to the question just now.
He Jie lowered his head and smiled, "Look at me. I'm here to pick someone up."
He gestured to Zhao Ning, "This way."
Zhao Ning followed him, and the surging smoke and dust recovered again, but He Jie talked about the desolation here as he walked, "At that time, Yangzhou and Yanzhou were in chaos. You came and I came, and almost every sect suffered. More than once, they looted and killed. There are mostly female cultivators here in Zhiyue, and they are the first choice for intrusion for certain sects."
"Now Yangzhou and Yanzhou are already the Blazing Sun Cultivation Realm." Zhao Ning said.
"Yes." He Jie responded, "Many people say that the decline of the Ziyan Sect and the Tianyang Immortal Sect in the two states was due to the decline of the two sects. The decline of these sects that dominated one side affected the whole state."
"I remember that when Yue Lingfei died, the Tianyang Immortal Sect was not affected, and a new sect leader soon succeeded him." To a certain extent, this kind of sect leader is just a puppet. If the Ye family behind him does not fall, the sect will Never fade.
After Zhao Ning finished speaking, she suddenly thought of the Ye Feng soul lamp mentioned by Peng Jian. By the way, Ye Feng was dead.
Sure enough, He Jie said, "Ye Tianjiao is dead. Therefore, the decline of Tianyang Immortal Sect began." At the same time, the conquest of Yangzhou and Yanzhou also began.
He Jie opened the palace door. This palace was the main hall of Qingyue Palace. Zhao Ning, Zhiyue, He Jie and Xiang Hongxuan were still discussing matters here, and the Venerable Hao Chu also came here.
Now, the main hall was empty. The dragon patterns lying on the pillars were all broken into pieces. The throne on the high platform was broken into two halves and collapsed to the ground. He Jie led Zhao Ning to the other side door.
"Where's Zhiyue?" Zhao Ning asked.
He Jie smiled and said, "Boss Shen, don't worry, Zhiyue is better now. You know Zhiyue's temperament. She was able to bear the humiliation and make a comeback after the Heyi Sect incident. If she encounters this kind of chaos again, she knows how to seize the opportunity better than anyone else. .”
Zhao Ning looked at him, and he pointed upward, indicating something, "She is the sky of Yangzhou now."
After saying that, he glanced at Zhao Ning with a smile, walked a little faster, and opened another side door.
The sky of Yangzhou, the controller of Yangzhou. A hundred years later, the Tianyang Immortal Sect has not declined, and the Ye family is especially powerful. Zhao Ning lowered his eyes and understood that the female sect leader of the Tianyang Immortal Sect is Zhiyue. .
After walking through the long corridor and arriving at a side hall, which was full of restrictions, He Jie opened the door without any scruples.
There are so many things here. Although no one is seen, one can feel the breath of people hidden in the temple.
"Come out quickly, I will take you to see the palace master."
"Palace Master, Palace Master..." A woman murmured from the corner of the hall.
He Jie opened the curtain, and there was no one on the bed inside. There was a person huddled in the shadow of the corner behind the bed.
He stepped forward, squatted a few feet away from the other party, and whispered, "Yes, I haven't seen the palace owner for a long time. Do you miss her?"
"Palace Master...Palace Master..." She seemed to only be able to say these two words, and soon, she slowly crawled out from the shadow in the corner.
Yes, climb.
Zhao Ning saw her appearance clearly. Maybe Zhao Ning sensed who it was, but how could he dare to recognize her without looking at her face.
