The first person "succeeded", at least in the eyes of others, so the rush became more cruel. The person with higher cultivation level pushed the person with lower cultivation level forward. Among the scattered Yuanling or Yuanying fragments, more People touch the crack, and the crack expands, but the next moment they are greeted by an even weirder light. At this moment, the light truly becomes a knife for killing people. Even if it breaks out of the crack, it will be destroyed by the light and thrown back again.
Zhao Ning breathed as if he had forgotten it, her slender neck was tense, and her slightly parted lips were trembling.
I don’t know how long it took, most of the people rushing towards me melted into the light. The view of the crack was enlarged. Zhao Ning saw the situation on the other side of the "sky curtain". Several shadows stood around the crack. The outer layer was surrounded by the sky. They were huge and powerful. He is as high as the sky, surrounded by laws, holding ancient magic in his hands, with different postures, but his eyes are lowered, but his expression is always indifferent. He is a "god" who is aloof and despises all living beings, like looking at the struggle to survive inside the well from the outside. of ants.
The light comes from the intersection at the top of the shadow, like a sun.
Under the gaze of the "god", the cracks in the "sky curtain" began to heal, and the finally scattered fragments of Yuanling broke away from the gradually gathering light. The fragments floated down. Zhao Ning stretched out his hand. The moment he touched it, Zhao Ning felt endless despair. Devastated and angry.
My state of mind seems to be faltering with such emotions.
"Why?" Zhao Ning murmured to herself, "Why do they want to prevent the monks from Jiuzhou from escaping? Why do they want to ban Jiuzhou?"
Three hundred years later, the truth was presented more straightforwardly than when she learned it from Mirage. At this moment, she seemed to finally understand Tiangong's impatience.
Zhao Ning was half-bowed, with his palms on the ground, his eyes closed, and the surrounding area fell into deathly silence, with "god" expressions passing by one after another.
For a moment, Zhao Ning felt that compared to this matter, everything else was insignificant. All the venerables recognized her innate power of merit and virtue, and she was the one truly guided by heaven. However, she had no mission and formed the elixir on her own. Up to now, my thinking is still limited to trivial matters within Kyushu, whether it is exposing He Jie's scheme or looking for the truth about the evil. Even this time, I stayed in the first heaven to pursue suspicions. In fact, my selfish motives are all for myself, just to give myself an explanation.
She never took up the mission, never took the lead in breaking through the blockade in Kyushu.
He slowly clenched his palms and faced the ground. His mouth trembled, and his expression seemed to be mocking or crying, until the thing in his palm pierced the flesh, blood dripped to the ground, and the statue powder was splashed.
Zhao Ning asked her heart, "Zhao Ning, have you been well protected for so many years?"
In addition to those paths of inquiry that require oneself to walk step by step, the rebellion of Kunxu is caused by the uncle, the red robe of Zhuzhou has the Tiangong, the disaster of falling into the immortal realm, the palace and the uncle are both there, and even Jiuzhou's peek at the variables is also affected by the uncle. Stop in Jiuzhou.
Three hundred years later, she stepped into the realm of Yuanying and stood in the highest realm below the seven people in the Heavenly Palace. Ordinary dangers and disasters no longer threatened her. There was her uncle outside and the Heavenly Palace above. Jiuzhou allowed her to walk, but she was like Lose your heart and aimlessly.
Did you forget it? When you first enter the Tao, you will encounter many tribulations, fighting for your life and seeking longevity.
Did you forget it? Kyushu is just an abandoned place in the eyes of "gods", and the realm of Yuanying is just an ant.
Zhao Ning closed her eyes tightly. The wound on her palm seemed to be unhealed, and the fragments were stained red. The fragments were slightly fluorescent. It was unclear whether it was the spiritual power in the blood or the remaining divine power of the statue.
For a long time, the murmur sounded like the struggle of the soul, "I have never forgotten, I just... just..."
"I just don't care, I just don't take the initiative, I'm just waiting, I'm just muddle along." Suddenly, a voice came from behind, without emotion or questioning, as if repeating what was in her heart.
Zhao Ning lowered his head even lower.
"Kiuzhou or Jiuzhou, it doesn't matter. Sooner or later you will be able to advance to Yuanshen. The Golden Bridge and Heavenly Way on the other side have been prepared for you. If Qin Keyuan hadn't been on the opposite side, and if the person you had admired and followed since childhood was not in Jiuzhou, you wouldn't have fought for Jiuyou. You will not come to Shixu, you will ignore all the preparations of the Tiangong like those 'gods'."
There are shadows cast around you.
"This is you, right?"
"Shut up!" Zhao Ning suddenly stood up and pointed to the opposite side with bloody fingertips. But in front of her stood a person exactly like her. She was just wearing a blue-dyed cloud skirt, with long hair hanging loose, and a few strands of hair tangled in it. A vine.
Chapter 308
"Who are you?"
Even the perception and consciousness of the Nascent Soul realm cannot tell what the "Zhao Ning" in front of her is. Is it her inner demon or the cloud demon?
However, the other party only stepped back slowly until he disappeared in a sarcastic smile.
Zhao Ning subconsciously chased for two steps and jumped in the air. The divine light surged and revealed several chains made of twisted light. They swept across the area. The concentration of mana was so powerful that it almost tore apart Yun Yao's memory, but he couldn't find it. There is no trace of the other party.
The other party seemed to have never appeared, and it seemed that he was just here to ridicule Zhao Ning, but was that sarcasm?
Zhao Ning asked herself, and the moment her emotions exploded, she admitted those words.
"This...what is going on? What is that thing in the cloud?"
Suddenly someone murmured, and his voice contained a tremor of disbelief and an effort to restrain himself.
Xu was eager to divert his mind, so Zhao Ning ducked and came near the speaker, who was Ke Ji.
At this moment, he was seriously injured and paralyzed on the ground, half-supporting his body, looking up at the sky. Apparently, Ke Ji had seen what Zhao Ning had just seen.
The fluctuations in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth made Ke Ji instantly alert in shock and suspicion. Regardless of his serious injury, he turned over and stepped back a few feet, holding the painted halberd in front of him.
Zhao Ning took on the appearance of "Lin Zhao", but was not in the mood to maintain the character of "Lin Zhao", so she said flatly.
"it's me."
"Fellow Taoist Lin Zhao?" Ke Ji still looked at Zhao Ning warily.
Zhao Ning asked, "Have all the people in the space cracks in the Spirit Mist Forest been teleported here?"
"I don't know." Ke Ji calmed down a little, "I only know that the space crack was filled with white mist at that time. I thought it was the daily tide of white mist in Lingwu Forest, but I didn't expect that after the white mist receded, I would end up here. "
Zhao Ning's consciousness swept over this place. They were standing on a hilltop. Due to the impact of the aftermath of the sky, most of the hilltop was cut off. The top of the opposite hillside was where the Taoist temple was.
A few more people were found in the consciousness, but their situation seemed to be bad, so Zhao Ning left in an instant.
Ke Ji frowned, drew the sky halberd behind him, and chased after Zhao Ning.
They were less than a hundred feet away, but they arrived in the blink of an eye. There were three people lying on the ground, breathless. Then they put their hands on the eyebrows of one of them, and felt slightly that their souls had dissipated.
"Both of them are also dead." Ke Ji looked at the other two, then turned to look at Zhao Ning, "Looking at the wounds, they couldn't withstand the aftermath of the powerful collision in the sky."
"It's not the aftermath." Zhao Ning stood up, "This is Yun Yao's memory. The more you think this place is real, the more likely you are to suffer physical harm. The moment you die, you will become a part of Yun Yao."
Ke Ji was shocked. He couldn't fully digest Zhao Ning's explanation for a while. He subconsciously looked down at the wound on his body. The pain of the wound reminded him time and time again that this was real. However, thinking about Zhao Ning's words, he suddenly pressed his hand on his waist and abdomen. There was a sharp fragment of rock inserted into the wound. He clasped the fragment and twisted it, causing blood to spurt out. Then he suddenly pulled out the fragment, but the bleeding stopped, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He cursed secretly, shook off the gravel in his hand, and the blood stained with it gradually disappeared.
Zhao Ning looked up at the sky. The crack in the sky seemed to be only as big as a palm, but the light spilled out from the crack, but it still lit up the entire "canopy".
At this moment, Zhao Ning suddenly realized that there was no sun or moon here, but the crack finally healed and the world became a little dimmer. The light came from the fluorescence on the surface of the "canopy".
"Is this still a spatial rift in the Spirit Mist Forest?" Ke Ji asked Zhao Ning.
"You can think so." Zhao Ning turned to look at him, then went to look for the other people involved here.
"What do you mean?" Ke Ji followed behind.
Zhao Ning did not answer. She was observing the vegetation here. The vegetation was withered and yellow. Even if there was light, they were still haggard as if they had lost the light.
"The sky is broken, and the gods are judging. Isn't this a hint of Jiuzhou?" Ke Ji suddenly said.
Zhao Ning's eyes turned to him, and Ke Ji stood there, staring at Zhao Ning, "I know your identity is not simple, and you are not in the foundation-building realm. I just ask you, this Kunxu Competition is just to compete. Kunxu's top twenty?"
"I know why, but it's not my place to tell you." Zhao Ning said, "Since you have this question, you already have the answer in your heart, so why bother asking?"
She said no more, and Ke Ji followed, "Many years ago, I accidentally entered the wilderness secret realm in the Qianren Mountains. There are ruins in the secret realm exactly like this one at the bottom of the mountain."
At the foot of the mountain, there was originally a prosperous city, but it has completely collapsed at this moment. Whether it was a natural disaster or a man-made disaster is unknown. The ruins are covered with dust and mist, showing endless desolation.
"It's repeating the tragedy of Manghuang, isn't it?" The last question was a bit cautious.
Zhao Ningzhi reminded him, "If you feel sad, you will be trapped in Yun Yao's memory for one more minute, and you will lose one point of chance to get out of this place."
Ke Ji gritted his teeth and swallowed back the rest of his words.
Zhao Ning and Ke Ji came to the city at the foot of the mountain. The city was covered with corpses. Most of them died of bleeding from the seven orifices. It was the sky that resisted the pressure and scattered. Low-level cultivators or mortals had no way to resist. Their internal organs were under oppression. Broken, people lose their vitality.
There are still survivors in the city, but they are hiding under the ruins, staring at the passers-by with a pair of hateful eyes.
Ke Ji clenched his hands tightly, as if he saw his past self in such eyes, and the hatred in his heart quietly rose.
Zhao Ning turned to look at him. Perhaps this look was too indifferent. Ke Ji felt a sharp stab in his head and woke up instantly. He frowned, confused and alert, "No, there is a demon here."
There was something deeply hidden that was amplifying his emotions.
"Help! Help!"
Horrified screams came from not far away, and the wind carried the ashes of the fire. They spanned dozens of feet in a few steps. In the collapsed inner city, survivors gathered in the square, and in the center was an elevated torture rack, with its base Stacks of firewood and hay were set alight.
"Burn her to death, burn her to death. It's these cultivators who have offended the gods outside the world and made us all follow them to death!"
"When we die, we will also kill the cultivators, and you will be buried with us!"
"..."
Amid the noisy criticism, Zhao Ning and Ke Ji approached and saw at a glance that the woman on the torture rack was Xun Jin. He shouted desperately, "Help, help."
Zhao Ning raised his hand, and the divine light twisted into two chains and rushed towards the burning rack along his arm. The iron ropes on the rack collapsed, and the person was hooked into the air.
Ke Ji flew up, caught Xun Jin, and flew back to Zhao Ning.
The survivor was frightened and took a breath. When he turned around and saw them, he subconsciously took two steps back and approached the lit fire. At this moment, he was suddenly stimulated by the fire and grabbed a lit firewood, like a dancing torch. , shouted, "Cultivators, go to hell!"
As a result, all the firewood from the fire was pulled out and thrown at Zhao Ning and others.
Chains of divine light crisscrossed the surroundings, forming a barrier that prevented Chai Huo from approaching.
Ke Ji hugged Xun Jin and said, "How should we get out of this memory of Yun Yao."
"Find the owner of the memory." Zhao Ning said.
However, Ke Ji turned his eyes in all directions and fell into confusion for a moment. Every plant and tree passed by, and every person and object passed by. There was no focus or specialness. Where was the owner of the memory?
Zhao Ning did not fight back against the survivors on the other side, but the survivors' persistence means that you are involved in this memory, and it will be even more difficult to find the owner of the memory.
She turned the spell in her hand, and the chains of divine light became more densely intertwined until they blocked the sight of all survivors. Zhao Ning stepped back, grabbed Ke Ji's arm, turned around and disappeared in place.
Appeared again, outside the city.
Ke Ji put Xun Jin on the ground and saw the injuries on her body. It was obvious that she had been attacked by other means, not just oppressed by the sky.
After a long time, Xun Jin gradually woke up under Ke Ji's treatment.
"It's...it's you. That's great. I thought I was going to die here." Xun Jin's voice trembled.
"Where are the others?" Zhao Ning asked.
"I, I don't know. I called them many times, but there was no response." Xun Jin's eyes were filled with fear. She was talking about the disciples hiding beside her. She grabbed Ke Ji and said, "Where is this and why?" It’s so weird. Are the countless Nascent Souls and Yuanshen in the sky really the second stage of the Kunxu Competition?”
Ke Ji didn't have an answer either. He looked at Zhao Ning, so Xun Jin held on and pulled Zhao Ning's clothes, "You know where this is, can you save them?"
At this moment, she seemed to be in a hurry and seeking treatment. Zhao Ning knelt down, pulled her hand away, and asked softly, "What did you encounter?"
"I... I can't remember clearly. I... I only remember that the pressure and aftermath of the sky's annihilation swept across. I was blocked by A Yu, and I saw a strange figure coming from a distance, and then, They all disappeared." Xun Jin tried his best to remember, "That thing looked like a human and a demon. When I got up and flew to look for it, many mortals suddenly appeared, no, they were aliens. They were comparable to The power of a cultivator, and then I was captured.”
"Everyone else who was with you disappeared?" Zhao Ning confirmed again.
"Yes, right... right here."
Ke Ji tightened his grip on the Heavenly Halberd and glanced around. Not to mention the strange figures, not even the survivors in the city rushed out.
