Entering Zhao Jinxu's cave, he finally saw no formations inside.
Zhao Jinxu took a mirror and walked around the cave, deliberately avoiding one of the rooms.
"Brother Xueze is resting."
Zhao Jinxu lowered his voice and said.
Jing Yingrong: "Doesn't he have a cave?"
Zhao Jinxu scratched his head: "He originally chose a place near the top of the mountain as the location of the cave. Who knew that the senior brothers and sisters at the top of the mountain wouldn't let him go, so they joined forces and took turns to fight with him. There was no peace. You know Brother Xueze's temper. He's so angry that he doesn't want the cave at all and takes the initiative to challenge them on the top of the mountain without letting them live in peace."
Jing Yingrong: "He can't beat them."
"Yes, those senior brothers and sisters are so powerful," Zhao Jinxu sighed, "He is staying with me now, and every time he comes back injured, and then continues to go after he recovers."
Jing Yingrong thought for a while and said, "If he can persist, the other party will give up first."
"That's true," Zhao Jinxu became excited again, "Actually, two senior brothers have already relaxed their attitudes. Because they are relatively weak, Brother Xueze often comes to them, so they feel it's unfair. After all, Brother Xueze doesn't It's bad, they will get hurt every time they fight privately. I heard that they are preparing to go out, so as to avoid cooperation with other senior brothers and sisters."
Jing Yingrong nodded, and suddenly thought of something, and said: "If you are not from the Array Pavilion, can you stay in the Array Pavilion for a long time?"
"There are no regulations about this, but people who are not from this pavilion are not allowed to enter this pavilion at will, so I just went to pick you up." Zhao Jinxu said.
Jing Yingrong: "Then you have to pick him up every time?"
"Oh, no need. He contributed a lot and bought a bunch of these treasures you wear on your head. As for the guards?"
Zhao Jinxu shrugged his shoulders and said carelessly: "I told others he was my half-brother, so no one stopped him."
Jing Yingrong: "..."
…
The realm of monsters.
The stooped old man walked forward slowly with a cane.
Under his feet was a narrow stone path, and under the stone path was a terrifying abyss with no bottom.
When he came to the end of the stone path, the old man knelt down, brushed his clothes, lowered his head, and pressed his forehead against the cold stone surface.
"My lord."
He said tremblingly.
In front of the end, in the deep darkness, a snow-white thing floated, misty and hazy, like surging clouds.
An unclear voice came from the clouds and mist:
"Have you found the gray-robed Taoist?"
Old man: "My subordinates are incompetent and still haven't found this person. I have asked the demon clan who have cooperated with this person to send a message, and the reward has been raised to the highest level, but this person has never shown up."
"As long as you can't find him, this person may not be willing to conspire with us. How far has the matter progressed?"
Old man: "The only place left is the boundless sea."
"When will it be completed?"
"Hurry, soon."
"Soon?"
"Yes, yes, Long wants to hide it from Niya Palace, so he doesn't dare to enter."
The old man replied, his voice trembling slightly.
"No one else went to help him?"
"No..." As if he was worried that such an answer would make the other party unhappy, the old man quickly added: "This is a critical period now. They are all busy taking care of their respective parts and can't spare any time."
After a brief silence, the other party suddenly brought up another seemingly unrelated topic: "Do you know why Kongji Taoist, who had just been promoted to the supreme realm, was able to kill our holy mountain?"
The old man rolled his eyes, racked his brains, and asked tentatively: "Because he is too strong?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
Invisible pressure enveloped him, as if the abyss was inverted, making the majestic beast king breathless.
"Lord, Lord!" The old man struggled and shouted hoarsely.
The pressure is gone.
The words coming from the depths of the clouds revealed a hint of disappointment: "Let's go. Don't bother me again until the matter is completed."
"yes!"
The old man stood up, raised his crutches horizontally, and hurriedly walked backwards along the stone path.
The clouds and mist continued to billow, and a figure was vaguely revealed.
The figure's head was slightly lowered, as if looking somewhere below.
In the abyss, there is a flash of cold light, clear and colorful.
…
Jing Yingrong returned from the formation pavilion. He was heading towards a big city, but he stopped halfway and returned to the bay.
Not far from the bay, a man was lying on the ground, sleeping soundly.
Jing Yingrong stood at the edge and looked at the other party, her eyes stopping on the token on the other party's waist.
Ji Jie Bi: "A direct disciple that I have never seen before, Nascent Soul Dzogchen? By the way, do these direct disciples all learn from the junior named Yu, sleeping wherever the sky is like a blanket and the earth is like a mat?"
Ji Yanzhu: "Why is his robe so torn? It is an earthly weapon after all, why don't you repair it?"
Ji Sha Sword: "...If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't have noticed that this is still an earthly artifact. It's so completely rotten."
Jing Yingrong looked at his small breeding farm, and then at the naked and sleeping man.
As soon as she thought, the man floated up.
Ji Sha Jian: "What are you doing?"
Jing Yingrong: "Throw it far away."
However, the man woke up at this time.
He sat up and looked around confusedly. He was not at all confused about the current situation that he was suspended in mid-air, but aimed his eyes at Jing Yingrong.
"Hey Hey Hey."
The man grinned and let out a series of weird laughs, but his eyes were extremely dull.
Jing Yingrong: "Who are you?"
With that said, she put the other person down.
The man just sat on the ground, his upper body twisting like an upright insect. He laughed "hehehe" a few more times and said, "Who am I? I am the most noble person here, you! Salute me quickly!"
He pointed his finger sharply at the mirror and shouted sternly.
Jing Yingrong: "You are not."
Hearing this, the other party suddenly fell to the ground, rolled around on the ground, and yelled wildly: "I am! I am! You are a mole, you are a spy, you want to harm me!"
Mirror Yingrong was silent.
Ji Sha Jian said in surprise: "Is this person... crazy?"
Ji Yanzhu: "It seems so."
Ji Jie Bi: "It's really strange how a direct disciple could end up in this situation."
The man suddenly stood up, approached the mirror, and said mysteriously: "I have a secret, do you want to hear it?"
Jing Yingrong: "I don't want to."
Obviously the other party didn't care about Jing Yingrong's answer. He lowered his voice and stared directly at Jing Yingrong:
"I'm telling you, don't tell others. The secret is...if you die, Taichu Guan will last forever."
After saying that, he chuckled.
"You have to die, you all have to die, great good and great evil, no regrets! Hahaha, hahahaha!"
The laughter stopped abruptly.
His smiling face froze into a stiff expression, and then the corners of his mouth turned down a little, turning from laughing to crying.
He knelt down, covered his face and cried.
"It's so difficult to be promoted to a god, oh oh oh..."
Jing Yingrong also squatted down.
"After transforming into a god, the stages of returning to the void, the true state of the cave, the Mahayana, and the supreme will become more difficult each time."
The crying stopped instantly.
The other party raised his tear-stained face and looked at her blankly.
After a moment, the man screamed in horror and fled in the light.
Jing Yingrong stood up and looked at the direction in which the man was flying away, with a thoughtful expression.
