If there really is a hopeless place in this world, Donghaijun will definitely say, "It's exactly what I experienced." In fact, he can't tell whether he is dead or not, because he has no time to distinguish and no time to think carefully.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a gloomy sky. Cumulus clouds were as black as lead carbon, and flashed red from time to time, like falling snowflakes.
The sky is full of ghosts.
Like a storm, like a shower.
As a dragon, he likes heavy rains and floods, but he does not like long rivers where evil spirits gather, or rivers formed by rolling swords and iron armor.
Look up.
There was no light in the gray sky, and the earth under my feet was not that real.
"ah!"
Long roar.
Donghaijun, who had gathered up his dragon body and disheveled his hair, stood on the spot, his eyes calmly looking at the Yin spirits and souls who were stepping on the clouds like gods, and watched helplessly as they flew forward and pressed down on the clouds.
The spell was the only other color of flower light that he could see. However, these spells were too inferior and could not hurt him at all, let alone kill him. The only ones who threatened his soul were those Nascent Souls.
And the hidden 'weapon spirit'.
"Are you looking for me?"
The sound coming from that was really unpleasant.
It’s not that the sentence sounds bad, it’s that the speaker’s voice sounds bad in the literal sense.
It's a bit ethereal, reverberant, and unique, like the hoarse sound of metal sheets rubbing against each other, like an old puppet. The furnace inside re-operates and pulls up the parts that have long been ossified, and the crunching collision creates such a sound.
Unpleasant sound.
An old black and red robe, dark and simple, the red iron boots look particularly cold and hard. Even the face is too pale, and the edges and corners are too sharp to look like a living person. The most important thing is a pair of sinuous
The top corner is very conspicuous.
Tushanjun didn't know about Donghaijun's complaints. Perhaps the old man's life was too monotonous, so he had time to comment on Tushanjun's clothes. After some appreciation, he concluded that he was a slovenly man.
However, when you see the neatly manicured purple-black nails and the meticulously tied long scarlet hair, which is shaped like a bun and tied with a rough or even inferior wooden hairpin, it looks like a child's graffiti.
.
Donghaijun overturned his speculation again, this was a contradictory 'weapon spirit'. He had seen contradictory people before, but this was the first time he had seen a contradictory weapon spirit, and he had never seen such a sane and normal weapon spirit before.
Thinking of this, I felt regretful.
Jiaolong's arrogance and his self-confidence as a great monk made him think that the little Nascent Soul was not worth mentioning. However, it was not just that. In fact, the strength of the 'Item Spirit' was indeed not as powerful as that of ordinary Nascent Soul monks.
There is also the one in the early stage of Nascent Soul who wears the iron mask. He is so bold and dares to take action in that realm. Judging from his method of casting spells and the foundation of his magic power, he does not look like an ordinary casual cultivator. He must have a great inheritance.
"No more hiding?"
Swordsmen and soldiers are lined up in the distant sky.
Nearby, an old cultivator with a tired expression asked quietly.
It's not like a late tiger forcibly provoking his back, nor is it like an old wolf who has strayed from the pack uttering a low-pitched whimpering threat, there is no bluff at all.
"Hide?" Tu Shanjun pondered for a while, then shook his head.
He never hid.
Since the battle at the Xingyuan Ruins on Hongshan Mountain, he had been disbanded. He originally wanted to use his magic power to transform the soul flag, but he didn't expect that all the soul flag's abilities would be used to block Donghai Lord, so that he couldn't even muster the evil energy to repair his body.
After cultivating the Nascent Soul, the amount of evil energy needed has been huge, and the decades of accumulated fighting skills have all turned into smoke. Fortunately, Taiyi is calm enough, and continuously replenishes the evil energy and ghosts, so that the Zunhun Banner can continue to operate.
This gave him time to breathe.
"You are really strange to be able to stand here alive after burning your soul." Lord Donghai was amazed, his gaze seemed to penetrate Lord Tushan.
He didn't think it was the control of the weapon spirit before. He only thought it was the monk in charge of the soul flag. However, there are traces of a person's actions. These traces are like the annual rings of trees, and each tree is different.
"You know me?"
This should be the second time Tu Shanjun said this.
"I know." The old man nodded slightly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.
He doesn't look old, at least not octogenarian. He is energetic, majestic and easy-going. He looks like a peaceful old man when he doesn't take action.
Maybe he was such an old man to begin with, but his cultivation brought more blessings from the halo, but no amount of halo could cover up the fact that his life was like the sun in the west, and it was twilight.
Dusk is peaceful.
Even though the clouds were gathering in the sky, at this moment, Tushanjun still felt at peace. It was a kind of tolerance, the peace of facing life and death. Only when he talked about things about the 'weapon spirit' did he experience emotional fluctuations.
However, the dark gods in the sky are ready to attack.
Tu Shanjun waved his hand.
The sky is clear and the sun is clear, the air is clear, and the warm spring breeze is blowing on my face.
The ground beneath my feet seemed to be revived, exuding the unique smell of earth. If it was just a painting before, now the scene in the painting has moved and surfaced, becoming a real world.
Flowers, birds, fish and insects.
birds and beasts.
There was an empty big city, and a small Taoist temple in the distant mountains outside the city. The red-haired monk stood at the door of the Taoist temple, looking at the big city in the distance, and said lightly: "Senior, what do you think of this world?"
"Good." Lord Donghai praised.
"Like real."
"Just like?"
Tu Shanjun frowned slightly. He was still very satisfied with the world of Ruixu without a shore. Monk Nascent Soul did not have such means, and Lord Huashen could not arrest the small world. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was his only share.
"There is no earth, water, fire and wind, there is only a vast world, which is always filled with the erosion of evil spirits. When living creatures come in, those with low cultivation will be assimilated by this world in an instant."
"It's better to say it's a world than it is a broken fragment."
Donghai Jun pointed to the key point, as if he understood the essence of Ruixu without a shore in just a few words.
He immediately walked up to Tu Shanjun, smiled and said, "Young people are so evil-minded, how can they be so timid? I'm already in such a state of desolation, how much of a threat can I pose to you?"
Tushanjun turned a deaf ear and ignored Donghaijun's ridicule. He would not let his true form appear next to the Lord Huashen. Such a dangerous person, no matter how smooth and kind he seemed, could not be careless.
"Always be careful."
"It's better to be cautious."
"What is the big city used for?" Donghai Jun pointed to the huge ancient city at the foot of the mountain.
"Senior, why don't you go and take a look."
"Together?"
"Together."
Originally, Tu Shanjun thought that Ancestor Jiaolong would ride on the clouds or use his escape light to fly over. Unexpectedly, he walked leisurely on the mountain path, crossed the mountain forest, crossed the bank, passed through a locust flower forest, and stepped onto the mountain path.
An official road leads to the city.
"Empty city?"
Donghaijun looked at Tushanjun unexpectedly, then smiled, pointed to the sky and said, "Maybe, all the residents who were supposed to live in the city were sent to the sky by fellow Taoists."
"Not bad." Tu Shanjun waved.
The empty city suddenly came to life, bustling with people, and turned into a prosperous capital city.
Donghai Jundao: "What a big gesture!"
Regarding Donghaijun's praise, Tushanjun just listened quietly. There was no change in his eyes. He could only see some feelings when he lowered his head and looked at his feet.
"Were they all once real people?"
Donghaijun didn't wait for Tushanjun's answer. He didn't seem to need Tushanjun's answer. He still said: "I was actually not the most talented person in the clan at that time. By chance, I got a real dragon corpse from the outside world. My cultivation level
It has become different, and even the clan has transformed from a loach into a dragon."
"With the rise of the dragon clan, everyone around me disappeared one by one. They died in battle and died of old age, until I was the only one left alone. Now I have reached the end of my life."
"..."
"What happened next?"
"I don't know." Tu Shanjun, who was walking on the street, shook his head. He had not yet stepped out of the soul banner to talk to Taiyi. Of course, he did not know the changes in the situation in Xingluo and how the battle between the sages in the depths of the Xingyuan would end.
"Qi Ling, do you feel that your end is approaching?"
"have no idea."
There is no specific life limit for artifacts. Maybe they are damaged and cannot be repaired, or they may slowly decay over time if no one is in charge of them, until not even the dregs are left. Those ancient treasures that have been handed down from ancient times, nine out of ten
They have all become ordinary stones, ordinary wonders.
"It's okay if you don't know, so you don't have to worry about it." Donghai Jun nodded: "I know my old age, but my descendants know that I am not dead. Even if I am dead, they will find me, let alone
Not dead."
"As long as I'm not dead, I'll be holding my breath."
"Even if I ask for death, I won't be able to die." Donghai Jun paused. The ancestors of the sect seemed to have infinite glory. At the end of the day, who dares to say that he will be able to leave with dignity.
"No matter how clever Nascent Soul Lord is, he will figure it out sooner or later if he is obsessed with one thing."
Tu Shanjun's wandering eyes suddenly focused, as sharp as frost's knives: "I never underestimate my opponent, even if his cultivation level is not high and he doesn't look smart."
The implication is that people with high cultivation and scheming will not let down their guard.
Just like facing Ancestor Jiaolong now.
He squinted his eyes slightly.
He really should go out, at least he should go out and care about the development of the sect, and make a proper appearance to shock everyone.
However, the premise of all this is that Ancestor Jiaolong doesn't make any moves. This is a monk who transforms into gods, a venerable master with both yin, yang and yin. Without his care, the best spiritual treasure may not be able to trap the opponent.
Calculate it with your fingers.
"How long has it been?" Donghaijun asked timely.
"Twelve years."
"Twelve years?!" Donghaijun's tone suddenly became much higher. He knew that a long time had passed, but he didn't expect that it was twelve years: "Fellow Taoist, everyone, please take a step back. It's time for you to leave."
Tu Shanjun nodded extremely seriously: "Yes."
"etc."
"Senior, is there anything else you can do?"
"fine."
After stopping, Tushan Jun turned around and left, leaving Donghai Jun standing alone on the long street. He looked up at the sky. He was about to use the spell, but realized that he had no power left, and only the Yin Shen and Yang Shen were left.
The true meaning can still be used, and the coordination of natural power can also be used to protect the body, but only for body protection.
At least,
Donghaijun has never had the suicidal idea of destroying his soul and true spirit.
Life is still precious, especially your own life.
I was flying back to my hometown to pay my respects to my grandma. There was a car accident on the way. The driver drove into the green belt. Fortunately, there was no danger. It was already evening when I arrived at my hometown. I had an inexplicable sense of seeing a supernatural beginning. When I arrived at my hometown, it was like Brother Xun was returning home.
I was excited about the countryside for a while, walked around for a while, and was very tired. Fortunately, there is still a chapter in the manuscript, so I will take it out now. I have prepared it for this purpose. There will be another update tomorrow, so don’t delay.
When I was reading the article, I discovered that this chapter was actually about life, which was really strange.