The stone carving roared like thunder: "Who is coming!"
Liu Qinghuan stopped in front of the door, looked up at the high lintel, cupped his hands and said: "Qinglin from the Wanhu Realm, dare I ask my friend, this is the Yin Yang Xutian?"
"Exactly!" The stone sculpture shouted loudly: "You want to enter the city?"
Liu Qinghuan paused and replied: "Of course, since we are already here, it is not a waste of time to go into the city and have a look."
"Then you should listen carefully!" The stone sculpture said: "When you enter our Yin Yang Xutian, you may get lost in the gap of time, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, and never find the way back."
Liu Qinghuan was surprised. It was so risky to go in. This made him curious about what the legendary Yin Yang Xu Tian was like.
After thinking for a while, he asked: "Brother Shi, does he know Yanhou?"
The stone sculpture turned his head and his tone changed slightly: "Oh, you are talking about the guy guarding the altar outside. Hasn't he been beaten to death yet?"
"Fortunately, he's not dead yet." Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but smile: "But before I entered the altar, he told me that I could get some kind of inheritance when I came in. However, for so long, I haven't seen even a shadow of that inheritance. So I thought
I would like to ask Brother Shi, is the inheritance within the Yin Yang Xutian?"
"He told you that? Hahahaha!"
The stone sculpture suddenly laughed loudly, leaning back and forth as if it had heard something funny.
Liu Qinghuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is everything he said false and he was just deceiving me?"
"That's not true." The stone carving finally stopped laughing and said: "You need to find the inheritance by yourself. As for whether you can find it, it depends on whether you have the opportunity. Okay, you can go in now."
He turned around with a creak, put his hand on the doorpost beside him, and saw that the carvings on it began to swim as if they were alive, and the light flowed in the originally empty door frame, and gradually appeared one after another.
Tai Chi yin and yang diagram.
Liu Qinghuan had a lot of doubts in her heart and wanted to ask again, but the eyes of the stone sculpture had dimmed and became motionless.
Now that things have come to this, no matter what the future holds, he can only go into the Yin-Yang Market to take a look. Liu Qinghuan took the thunder ruler in his hand and stepped into the stone gate.
Passing through the black and white Tai Chi yin and yang diagram, the heat in the abyss and the screams of monsters disappeared in an instant, and a fresh wind blew in my face.
I felt grounded beneath my body, but in front of my eyes was a vast white mist, so thick that even my consciousness could not penetrate it.
This surprised Liu Qinghuan. He paused cautiously for a moment. After feeling no danger, he slowly walked forward.
Fortunately, the fog gradually became thinner, and the surrounding scenery was revealed little by little. It turned out to be an ordinary long street, with shops lined up on both sides of the street, and the bustling sounds of people could be heard.
Liu Qinghuan stood on the street in confusion, feeling strangely familiar yet completely unfamiliar. Everything seemed familiar.
This is an ordinary fairy city that is common in various places in the world of immortality. There is an endless stream of monks coming and going. They are either rushing to go somewhere in a hurry, or they are leisurely chatting with friends and laughing. Although they are wearing clothes,
They are all different, but most of them are common colors in the world of immortality.
The shops on both sides of the street sell everything from elixirs to magic weapons, but they are basically ordinary items.
The only thing that surprised him was that the cultivation levels of the monks who came and went, some were as low as one or two levels of Qi training, and some were as high as his. The items sold in those shops were of the same low level and high level.
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This is very unusual, because in most cities of cultivating immortals, high-level monks maintain their own identity and will not mix with low-level monks. Of course, the latter do not dare to be presumptuous or walk around in front of the former. They each have their own activities.
The territories are clearly separated from each other, and there is little contact between them.
However, while standing on the street for a quarter of an hour or two, Liu Qinghuan had seen more than once Qi Lian and Jin Dan, or Foundation Establishment and Nascent Soul, passing by each other talking and laughing, as if everyone had different identities here.
Differences have disappeared, and status is of no importance.
Just as Liu Qinghuan was pondering the meaning of this situation, he was tapped on the shoulder, and a voice sounded from behind: "Qinghuan."
Liu Qinghuan's body trembled and she slowly turned her head.
Behind him, a handsome male cultivator looked at him with a smile: "Why are you standing here?"
"...thousands of miles?"
Mo Qianli took an exaggerated step back: "What's that look in your eyes? If I haven't seen you for a few days, it's like you don't know me."
"How many days..." Liu Qinghuan's expression was hard to explain: "How many days ago did we meet?"
Mo Qianli said strangely: "Yes, we just came back together from the underground ice palace in the north not long ago."
Liu Qinghuan looked at the other party in silence. He didn't remember any underground ice palace he had been to, let alone not long ago.
A faint white net quietly appeared in his left eye, scanning Mo Qianli's body carefully. He suddenly understood what the previous stone sculpture meant.
Mo Qianli, one of Liu Qinghuan's friends since he was a boy, died in the sealing war hundreds of years ago. At that time, he was still in the Netherworld of Jiuyou. He had to wait until he returned to Yunmengze to
I learned about the other party's death, but I didn't even see him for the last time.
However, this Mo Qianli was now standing in front of him alive. Even if he used the magical power of the Web of Life and the Abyss of Death, it only proved that the other person was indeed a living person, not a dead soul or anything else.
Yin and yang ruins the sky, exists between yin and yang? Does it end on the other side of life and death?
Seeing that he remained silent, Mo Qianli showed worry on his face and took a step closer: "Are you okay?"
All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Liu Qinghuan suddenly smiled and said, "It's okay... I was about to go find you, but I didn't expect to meet you here. If you have time, let's go together..."
He raised his head and glanced casually, pointed at a shop and said, "Want to have a drink there?"
"Okay!" Mo Qianli agreed readily and put his arm on his shoulder very naturally: "Let's go, I haven't had a drink for a long time, I was just thinking about this."
Liu Qinghuan had not held hands with anyone for many years, and for a moment, some inexplicable emotion came to her heart.
In an unexpected place, I saw a friend who had passed away long ago. Although I knew that all this was false, seeing Mo Qianli alive and kicking at this moment, those days of youth with the clear breeze and bright moon seemed to reappear in front of my eyes.
The two entered the wine shop, ordered drinks, and started chatting.
Liu Qinghuan started from the illusory underground ice palace and calmly told Mo Qianli's words, but the other party had unsuspecting trust in him and said everything.
Soon, he discovered that Mo Qianli didn't know that he was dead, and his past experiences were no different. The difference was that Mo Qianli outside died, but Mo Qianli here continued to live without noticing anything.
wrong.
Liu Qinghuan couldn't find any flaws and said thoughtfully: "So, you have been in Yin Yang Xutian for hundreds of years..."
"Yin Yang Xutian?" Mo Qianli asked in surprise: "Where is that place?"