No one knows whether Yun Zhengming is alive or dead

He may be able to live, but he should be dead.

But who knows?

The middle-aged Taoist looked at the empty figure of the human being gradually swallowed by the flowing clouds and thought silently, if you are not dead like this, then you may really be the legendary Tianyu person.

...

In the green mountain behind the board of directors, sounds, dull or shrill, sounded from time to time, and the green vines scattered in the mountain roads and dense forests kept trembling with these sounds, as if they felt particularly frightened.

These sounds came from the terrifying Taoist priests who had been away from the world for decades. These Taoist priests did not deliberately show their power, but had some feelings and talk casually, which made the green mountains, green vines and red soil tremble and restless, and dozens of caves were shaking and collapsed.

"Why?"

"Why did I see hope, but it was such a cold hope."

"I'm going to kill that junior."

"That waste is so brave! He actually dares to have evil thoughts on us!"

"Why did Taoist He do nothing before he died?"

"What did he see?"

"The will of heaven or the shadow of Pluto?"

"Is this the real Tianyu?"

“…”

The cliff, which was still tightly wrapped by the messy green vines, suddenly became quiet. No one spoke for a long time. The old Taoists in the cave remembered the scene I saw before, thought of some truths that they had vaguely realized, and for a moment, they were silent at the same time.

A long time later, an extremely thick sound rang among the cliffs. The birds who were trying to find nesting materials in the dense forest at the foot of the mountain flew everywhere in horror as they heard the sound.

"Whether it is the will of God or the shadow of the Bear, it is ignoring it from God or the original sin of human beings. This young Taoist disciple appeared in front of us, which has explained many problems. Senior Brother He was taken away by that young man and did not kill the other party before his death, indicating that he did not want to resist this temptation."

A very vicissitudes of old and resentful voice came from a cave.

"If it were me, as long as Yun Zhengming could inherit my achievements, then destroy Qingmengzhai, destroy the Heavenly Dao Alliance, or I would have been willing to do so, I had already been able to survive this decades of secluded life. If I hadn't been cut by Situ Yunhai, the madman, I should have sat on the throne of the Black Jade God. Will Liansheng have robbed the position in his place, and wouldn't see Qingtian and his people for the rest of his life?"

Another cave came from an extremely cold voice.

"If you are really willing to pass your achievements to that young man, why did you kill him before? After all, you are reluctant to let go of the trouble. Don't say anything about the past, and then come to talk about the trouble of letting go. Who doesn't have any blood and tears? If the master of Zhai went to the Mythical Group if I hadn't been in front of me and was seriously injured at first sight, Xie Junyuan would dare to expel me from the Mythical Group because of those false charges?"

The vicissitudes of old voice before mocked, "As the elder of the Myth Group and the senior brother of the chairman, you are actually having fun with the wife of an ordinary believer day and night. If you weren't thinking that you were seriously injured in the hands of the master of the veterinary school, would you think Wei Guangming just drove you out of the Myth Group?"

"What do you want to say?"

"I want to say that you can pass your cultivation to that waste named Yun Zhengming."

"Why don't you pass it on?"

"Because I always have that day to go out."

"You can't go out even if the mountains collapse and the seas collapse."

"Don't make a noise."

The extremely thick and powerful sound exploded among the cliffs, and the shaking green vines rustled, and the birds that were about to fly away cried and fell to the ground.

It was obvious that the old Taoists in the cave were all afraid of this sound.

"Senior Brother He was cut by Situ Yunhai in half back then. Life is worse than death for decades. Unlike us, it is not necessarily a bad thing to have such a vicious successor when we see the light of day again. But we are different. Although the old injuries on our bodies are severe, they are not as strong as the level of being unable to suppress. As long as we have the opportunity, we can leave these caves and leave the board of directors. The vicious young man who even feels palpitations in my heart, whether it is dead or alive, is far away from us. What we need to do now is to practice quietly and wait silently. Any memory of the glory of that year is the poison in our hearts. Even without that young disciple, you will be devilish."

There was a dead silence among the cliffs, and no one dared to object, because the old Taoists in the cave knew very well that when it comes to recalling back then, no one was more qualified to recall that year than that person. If it weren't for the defeat under Situ Yunhai's sword, this master with a strong voice would now sit upright at the top of the Myth Group and lead the entire Taoist sect as the chairman.

I don't know how long it took.

The sound rang out again between the cliffs, and the green vines remained motionless, and the blood-stained red clay began to roll because of the despair and resentment in the sound.

"Did we really have a day left these caves alive?"

"Can we really see the light of day again?"

"When will we wait?"

"We have been waiting for decades, and some people have been waiting until they die of old age. Wouldn't they keep waiting?"

“…”

These questions asked with resentment, despair and reluctance are like the cold rain in late autumn, constantly rinsing the cliffs outside the cave, causing endless pain to the people in the cave.

A long time later, the thick voice sounded again, with regret, determination, expectation for the future and resentment for someone, and said in a deep voice: "Waiting, waiting forever, preparing, always preparing, waiting, preparing for the immortal death, is the only thing we can do."

Decades ago, the Demon Sect was in great power, and correspondingly, many powerful Taoist sects emerged. If the Mythical Group had its best efforts, it seemed that it could sweep the world.

Then, a junior uncle appeared in Qingmengzhai.

The uncle of the junior teacher, named Ke, was riding a little black donkey, wearing an inconspicuous sword around his waist, first destroying the Demon Sect, and then because of one reason or another, or no reason, it was just a different concept, and began to fight against the powerful people of the Taoist sect.

In the bloody storm, countless amazing Taoist geniuses were either stabbed under the sword by Situ Yunhai, seriously injured and sick by him, or forced to break through the realm and sent to heaven, and they did not dare to escape.

One day, Taoist strong men gathered and captured Situ Yunhai in a siege.

Situ Yun won the battle in the sea.

Then, he was killed by heaven.

Later, the master of Zhai entered the Mythology Group, killed all the cherry blossoms, killed those who participated in the battle, and seriously injured the rest.

The board of directors was welcomed by the Taoist Qingyi.

The master of the vegetarian hand held a stick and hit it.

Taoist Qingyi fled in a miserable defeat, fleeing far away from the South China Sea, and never stepped on land for his whole life.

Decades later.

Behind the board of directors there are green mountains, and caves on the cliffs are like ants. There are countless powerful people living in terrifying realms but seriously injured. Half of them were killed by Situ Yunhai and half by the master of the Zhai.

If these powerful Taoist sects reappeared in the world, they would not know how terrible storms would be caused, but they could not come out. The world had even forgotten their existence.

Because the owner of the veterinary school does not allow it.

...

Yun Zhengming woke up, and what greeted him was a heavy veil-like miasma, thick leaves all over the ground, and endless pain coming from his body.

He fell from such a high cliff and survived. He couldn't find any reasonable answer. Perhaps the ancient trees looming above the miasma fog reduced the falling momentum, or the mould leaves and mud under him played a role.

Yun Zhengming felt that it was God's will to survive, just as mentioned in the conversation with Uncle Master in the board of directors. If he was really the legendary Tianyu person and carried the most obscure will of God, then God would not let himself die casually.

As expected, he was not dead. This fact made him feel infinite confidence and a lot of confusion and fear, because he didn't know how he should go in his next life.

Although the mud and decay leaves were soft, Yun Zhengming still had many bones broken, but the real pain was not the damage from the body, but the two powerful auras in his body that were constantly clashing.

The aura of the Avici Realm from Half of the Taoist, when he was unconscious, was no longer bound by will. He roared out of the sea of ​​consciousness and gushed out from all over his body, turning into countless sharp steel knives, constantly scraping his bones, cutting his muscles, and even trying to blow his dantian into ruins.

The aura of spiritual medicine contained in Tongtian Pills constantly repaired the cracks in his bones and the broken collaterals on his muscles nourished his vitality, constantly repairing his dantian again and again from the ruins, following the last remaining shadows.

This is a process of continuous destruction, destruction and continuous restoration of rebirth, which is extremely painful.

It doesn't matter when you are unconscious. After waking up, these pains became the most real existence. Yun Zhengming's face instantly turned white, and an extremely miserable roar burst out from his blood-seeking teeth, spreading far from the quiet valley bottom forest.

Because the pain was too severe, Yun Zhengming almost woke up and fell into a coma again, but he knew how important it was to him at this time: if he was in a coma in the dense forest full of toxins and unknown dangers, he could not last long, and no matter how kind God is, he could only leave himself behind.

Another scream, Yun Zhengming hit a rock not far away, and broke one of his ribs, suppressing the rest of the pain with fresh pain. In the moment before he was unconscious, he gained a moment of time to calm his mind and return, and took a scattered lotus seat that was almost invisible, and began to meditate and heal.

Time passes slowly.

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Chapter completed!