"Don't worry, the sisters are helping you drink wine for the ancestor. The ancestor will never wake up."
In their conversations, there were some visions for the future, some strange rumors, and some concerns about themselves.
These conversations were like ordinary banquets, full of fireworks, but the places they mentioned had never been heard of before.
It gives people a sense of warmth and tranquility, just like a glass of mellow wine, which is intoxicating.
But some people still stayed awake, and became more and more frightened in this weird atmosphere, until the next moment, a wine cup smashed on the ground.
This crisp cracking sound instantly silenced the entire hall.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the cultivator who threw the cup. Xiao Jiang and Qi Yun'er had their backs turned to guard, and the others were also using spiritual weapons.
The fairy music in the hall was still flying, but at this moment it conveyed a sad tune.
But the expected explosion did not appear. Instead, a burst of blood suddenly shot out from outside, and the sound of killing quickly approached. The sound of armor clashing mixed with sorrow and joy, and everything was chaotic for a moment.
All the fairies ran away in fear. Only the ancestor was still sitting high, staring outside angrily.
Everything seemed to have nothing to do with outsiders like them.
"Did we do something wrong?" Qi Yun'er murmured.
While running, the fairies bumped into and fell from time to time, but they all avoided outsiders like them.
But every time they escaped from the hall, they were immediately faced with a sword blade. The next moment, blood spattered on the windows, accompanied by the last groan before death.
When all the windows were covered with a layer of blood, the armored cultivator rushed into the hall without stopping, and struck out with a sword. The sword was fast and deadly, without even casting a spell.
And the killers will avoid them.
"Had I not broken the peace, would such a tragedy have happened?" Inevitably, Xiao Jiang blamed the scene in front of him on his own cup breaking.
At this moment, an armor cultivator dragged the ancestor to the stepstone. There were a circle of spiritual chains on the ancestor's wrists and ankles, which restricted her magic power.
The armor cultivator stepped on the ancestor, held the sword hilt in both hands, and raised it high, intending to stab him at the next moment.
Zhao Ning's eyes were focused on the tip of the sword.
"No!"
After several overlapping screams, Qi Yun'er and others could no longer bear it. They cast a spell to interrupt the falling sword and killed the armored cultivator holding the sword.
When the armored cultivator was about to die, he slowly turned around, with large streams of blood pouring out of his mouth, but he grinned at them.
The smile grew bigger and weirder, until it reached his ears, and his body began to melt, starting from his feet, and dissolved into blood.
This seemed to be the beginning, and everything, including the fleeing fairies, the killing cultivators, the idols, musical instruments, cups, buildings... all turned into blood, and for a while, the entire space was melting.
Zhao Ning frowned slightly. She was still holding the cup in her hand, which was something in space that had no time to melt.
"what happened?"
"Where is this?"
"Little...be careful not to get stained with this blood!"
The blood water has become a vast sea, and Zhao Ning is just three inches above the sea surface, but the sea of blood is rippled, and in the distance there are waves of blood rising as high as the mountain.
Zhao Ning raised her eyes and saw waves of blood coming from all directions, surrounding them with nowhere to go.
A big wave crashed down suddenly, and the moment it touched the blood, Zhao Ning felt his consciousness collapse.
The wind blade emerged, peeling away the piece of skin it touched, but the small wound healed instantly.
But Qi Yun'er and the others didn't have such a way to stop their losses. They were hit by the waves of blood, and the space was almost torn apart by their screams.
The space has indeed changed, and has returned to the peaceful appearance they just entered - with music floating in the air, fairies dancing gracefully, talking and laughing, and drinking glasses of wine.
The only difference is that Qi Yunye and others' consciousness is a little scattered, and they seem to have integrated into the scene and become part of it.
Zhao Ning lowered her eyes, and the desk reappeared in front of her.
She slowly put down the cup in her hand. She had not yet drank the wine. The moment the bottom of the cup touched the desk, the wine suddenly jumped up from the cup. The wine formed an ancient Chinese character. Lightning suddenly burst out, replacing the wine with lightning.
"break--"
The ancient thunder pattern rushed towards Qi Yun'er and others. The moment the lightning touched them, they suddenly froze.
Zhao Ning's figure suddenly disappeared, and then reappeared, facing the statue's compassionate eyes. The Shadowless Sword spun and appeared, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered together, and the laws of the void protected it.
——The great road is permanent, and the six paths give rise to delusion. The first image is accumulation of delusion, in which all things are chaotic, indistinguishable from pure to turbid, disordered, and out of control.
The entire strange space twisted and changed, and all objects and figures lost their normal state. Only the statue of the god stood in place.
The two tactics merged, and the Shadowless Sword pierced the void and rushed into the center of the statue's eyebrows.
A ray of light suddenly exploded.
The next moment, the scene disappeared, and the place turned into a sea of rolling clouds.
But Qi Yun'er and others are still stiff, their bodies are between normal flesh | bodies and statues made of clouds. If they lose their human color and turn into cloud-like pure white from the inside out, they will no longer be able to Can not go back.
“This is not the secret realm of space cracks in the Spirit Mist Forest, but... the first level of the Shixu Heavenly Road.
No wonder Zhao Ning sensed that the clouds were about to move when she followed He Jie into it. The clouds here were originally weird things. They were alive and were trying to rebuild the ancient era with the help of weird powers.
"The first heaven was not like this at first. It was originally just a cloud layer thousands of miles away. It is just that it is the closest to Kyushu. The resentment caused by the great purges accumulated here, and it was affected by the demons in the invasions. The integration and transformation It has changed until now, and it has become such a strange thing."
"Only when you are dormant when you become a cloud, you can have a moment of breathing space. The rest of the time is like a dream. There is even a dream within a dream, and a nightmare within a nightmare."
Zhao Ning turned around, and A Yuan appeared beside her at some unknown time.
A Yuan smiled and said, "As soon as I turned around, you disappeared. I thought something happened to you."
"That cloud demon was too weird, so I accidentally caught him." Zhao Ning said helplessly.
The vast sky is shrouded in endless clouds, dreamy but dangerous.
A Yuandao said, "It is said that in the nine heavens, there are one level of difficulty and one level of difficulty, but I don't think so. The first level of difficulty is the most unsolvable."
Zhao Ning seemed to understand what she meant. She lowered her eyes slightly and picked up the unfinished meaning of A Yuan's words.
"Because...human empathy."
Chapter 307
"Let's go. Send these people down, otherwise they will really become part of the floating clouds."
Zhao Ning turned his eyes and asked her, "Can the Lord Spirit be aware of the reason why the secret realm of the rift in the Spirit Mist Forest overlaps with the first heaven of the Shixu Heavenly Road?"
"I followed the source of the strange changes and didn't notice anything strange." A Yuan shook his head.
Zhao Ning was silent, thinking, is it really a coincidence?
Zhao Ning's eyes flashed across the thick and impatient clouds, and Zhao Ning felt a little uneasy.
A Yuan seemed to have read through her mind, "You want to find the truth?"
"Yes." Zhao Ning responded and turned to salute A Yuan, "Sir, I won't watch the competition with you."
"It's okay, it's just a moment of leisure and fun." A Yuan asked, "Be careful, I will send these people down and come back to find you."
Zhao Ning said, "Although Spirit Master is doing his own thing, this time when he is about to take the Shixu Tian Road, it should be considered as an advance experience."
A Yuan responded with a smile, admiration in his eyes.
Her figure became blurred and disappeared into the clouds.
The dormant floating clouds could not sense the oppression of the Tongtian Lingbao, so they were about to move again. When Zhao Ning also restrained his breath, the floating clouds were like water boiling, they stretched and twisted, forming a specious architectural appearance.
Zhao Ning was covered with a thousand-illusion cloud-silk cloak, pure white in color, as if blending into the floating clouds.
She took a step forward, and the floating clouds around her gained new color. Taking another step forward, the floating clouds took on substance, and the world in the clouds turned into a continental scene.
And the building that had just been piled up in front of the clouds finally fell into place. It was a Taoist temple.
The Taoist temple seems to have been abandoned for many years. The outer walls have peeled off, weeds have grown from the gaps between the bricks, the tiles at the top are broken or stacked together, and the spider silk hanging in the corners is gathering dust.
A feeling of déjà vu enveloped Zhao Ning's heart.
She stepped up the steps slowly. The color of the door faded, half of it was leaning and the other half was shaking precariously.
Zhao Ning pushed open half of the door, and the wind carried fallen leaves and debris and blew them into the yard. Weeds had occupied the entire yard. There was only a stone path hidden among the weeds, vaguely attracting the line of sight. Go to the main hall of the Taoist temple ahead.
The main hall was in great chaos. The altar tables and shelves were broken or fell to the ground. The curtains of the shrine were old and dilapidated. Several sections were entangled in the wind and covered the statue's face.
The statue stands upright, wearing a simple Taoist robe and holding a sword on its back. However, after a fight in the temple, half of the statue's shoulders were cut off, the sword has been broken in half, and the end of the worn curtain hangs down around the waist of the statue.
Zhao Ning came closer and looked up. Perhaps he couldn't see his face. The intimidation of the statue was dull. Subconsciously, Zhao Ning reached out and hooked the end of the curtain, adding two forces to pull it. Suddenly, there was a wave from the outside world. Offensive, she suddenly turned back, raised her hand, and the spiritual light burst out instantly, spreading out the enemy three feet square. In an instant, the offensive swept through the light. The upper part of the entire Taoist temple was lifted, the roof collapsed and flew away. Half of it was barely maintained under the protection of Zhao Ning.
But when her vision widened, she also realized that this offensive was not aimed at the Taoist temple, but was just the remaining energy scattered by the high-altitude collision.
Above the zenith, countless divine lights struck, but were blocked by the "canopy" and then exploded, forming fireworks-like aftermath.
The aftermath hit downwards again, and Zhao Ning's strength was not enough to support it anymore. He was suddenly bounced away and hit the statue behind him. The wooden base of the statue was already eroded. Under the impact, one corner shook and broke, and the statue crashed to the ground.
The roaring sound suddenly strangled Zhao Ning's heart. She looked around in panic, only to see that the upper body of the statue was broken, and then was shattered into pieces by a new wave of residual power.
There is an indescribable sense of collapse that hits my consciousness.
But because of her distraction at this moment, the aftermath swept towards her, as if she was hit hard on the back, and she suddenly fell among the broken pieces.
Zhao Ning was half-supported, the divine light flowed, and the seal expanded, barely blocking the remaining aftermath. However, the wind penetrated all the way, dust and mist filled the air, and she saw a crack in the ceiling.
"Successful! Successful! Hahaha! You can go out!" That is an old saying similar to the Fallen Immortal Realm.
This shout made the impact of the divine light on the zenith soften for a moment, and then the divine light found its way to its destination. Then, thousands of people were seen standing in the sky, including Master Nascent Soul surrounded by divine light, and the majestic Master Yuanshen.
After only pausing for this moment, an even more crazy attack rushed towards the zenith, and the splashing aftermath became even higher. Zhao Ning knew that this place was dangerous, but she forgot to move. What was reflected in her dark and clear eyes were the pieces of brilliance in the sky. .
The cracks spread to the surroundings one by one, until at a certain moment, the crack in the center closed, and a "canopy" was crumbling.
Everyone seemed to see hope and rushed towards the crack.
As he rushed, a circle of golden brilliance gradually appeared on the edge of the crack. It was not dazzling, just like holy light. There seemed to be a cracking sound in the dark. The next moment, the pieces of the "sky curtain" fell off, and the golden brilliance poured in. It was clearly daytime. But the light was like a ray of light penetrating into the darkness, pure and warm. The "sky curtain" melted in the light, and everyone entered the golden light in ecstasy.
When the first person approached the crack, his body suddenly leaned forward, and light penetrated his abdomen. There was no blood penetration, and only the origin of the Yuanling scattered. However, this meant that the Yuanling collapsed.
Sure enough, the next moment, the body of the most powerful man became empty, and his soul was peeled off, floating in the sky in pieces, but his body melted in the light like fragments of a "sky curtain".
Such a sudden change did not stop the rush of people. More and more people were approaching the crack, and some people continued to collapse. Until the majority of people were approaching, finally a lucky person broke out of the crack among the stacks of previous people.
