Mu Ciyin didn't listen to Jun Wuxie's words, and had to check carefully by herself to confirm that he was indeed suffering from mental collapse due to serious consumption of mental and soul power, and then she felt relieved.
She just sat under the big tree on the top of the mountain, letting Jun Wuxie rest on her and looking around.
Looking at the traces of the battle left here, I couldn't calm down for a long time.
Fright Ridge is undoubtedly a very special place, and it is difficult to destroy.
This area had experienced such an intense battle just now, but only some vegetation was damaged. The branches of the slightly stronger trees were basically intact except for a lot of leaves.
There is a mysterious energy and rules protecting the vegetation, trees, rocks, etc. here.
But this didn't surprise her because it was something she already knew.
What made her heart uneasy was the young man in her arms, her favorite disciple.
When she was in the lower realm, she learned about his growth history and personality, and she liked him very much. In addition, she was optimistic about his future potential, so she ignored the eternal iron law of the sect and accepted him as her direct disciple and gave him a token representing her identity.
Make a life-saving charm.
Such a young man is really rare. His talent has grown to a level that defies nature, his mind is tenacious, and he has grown up along the way. No matter what he has experienced or faced, he has never been captured by desire and has always maintained his original intention.
Looking down at the tired look on his face, Mu Ciyin felt proud of him and at the same time felt distressed and remorseful.
In her heart, he has always been her favorite disciple, but what has she done for him over the years?
This time, after all, he needed her so much, but as a master, he failed to live up to his expectations. In the end, he still had to rely on him to kill the enemy.
Although she didn't know why his Talisman Dao could rise to that level in a short period of time, she understood that there must be a price for doing so.
There are too many secrets in him.
She was extremely curious about her biological successor, but she resisted asking.
Everyone has secrets, but Wu Xie has more secrets. As a master, if she asks, she doesn't know if it will embarrass him.
Maybe he didn't want to say it, but he was afraid of hurting her heart, so he hesitated and struggled, but she didn't want to cause him such trouble.
"Go to sleep, take your pillow as your teacher, and have a good sleep."
She moved his body slightly so that his head rested on her legs, and then patted his shoulder gently.
Although Jun Wuxie was very weak now, she had not lost consciousness. Seeing her like this, like coaxing a child to sleep, made him feel speechless.
But he is really too weak and needs to rest and regain some energy.
He soon gave himself up.
For some reason, he felt very at ease and relaxed, and he quickly fell asleep.
Mu Ciyin looked at his sleeping face. There was a slight smile on his extraordinary face, and the corners of his beautiful mouth were slightly pursed, revealing two small pear dimples.
At this moment, she truly felt like he was her disciple.
He is particularly quiet now. He is no longer the young man with a strong personality and his own opinions on everything when he woke up.
Mu Ciyin took out an ice jade comb from her body and slowly and gently combed his thick, somewhat messy black hair, combing it neatly.
"I have been absent from your life these years, and I will never be there again. As long as Bingxin Pavilion is moved to your dynasty, I hope that I can do something for you as much as possible."
Mu Ciyin combed his hair, put away the ice jade comb, and sat quietly under the tree on the top of the mountain, watching over him.
The time gradually came to night.
The sky in Frightening Ridge is already dark, and the night is even more difficult to see.
In the dark night, there will be strange sounds in Fright Ridge from time to time, like someone screaming, someone crying, or someone laughing.
The wind was particularly strong at night, and the evil spirit was very strong. It blew out from the deeper areas of Frightening Ridge, carrying the dark atmosphere, making people feel chilled all over and uncomfortable in their hearts.
Even a strong person in the Hunyuan Saint Realm like Mu Ciyin felt an uncomfortable feeling in his heart when he sensed this dark aura.
"No one has come in this area for many years."
In the middle of the night, there was a sudden sound among the eerie mountains.
The voice was very peaceful, as if sighing with emotion.
Mu Ciyin was shocked. Where did this voice come from?
She sensed and searched her surroundings, but found nothing.
It would be a bit unbelievable if an unknown creature came nearby and she didn't notice it.
After all, her soul realm is higher than her cultivation realm, and she is infinitely close to the eternal holy realm.
Mu Ciyin said nothing, protecting the sleeping Jun Wuxie with one hand, and secretly preparing for battle with the other. Ice blue runes bloomed in a pair of eyes as transparent and deep as ice and snow, and she carefully observed the surroundings.
Gradually, she faintly saw a pair of looming eyes deeper in the Frightening Ridge.
The eyes were dark red, flashing and disappearing from time to time, but every time they appeared, the bloodthirsty and evil in them made her feel chills running down her spine.
"No strangers are allowed to enter. Anyone who enters without permission will lose their soul and body."
The voice sounded again, but it didn't seem to be speaking to Mu Ciyin, but more like a subconscious talking to himself.
"Who exactly are you?"
Mu Ciyin finally spoke.
"Who am I? I have also forgotten who I am..." The voice was a little confused and remained silent for a while before saying: "I may be your hand..."
Mu Ciyin couldn't help but be shocked when she heard this, and subconsciously looked at her hand.
When her eyes fell on her hands, she was stunned, and her beautiful pupils gradually shrank.
What did she see?
She saw dark red bloodstains appearing under the icy muscles of her hands.
These bloodstains are densely covered with blood vessels and are spreading, and will soon spread to the entire palm.
This picture is so terrifying.
Mu Ciyin never thought that she would encounter such a strange incident!
She is not a young monk, she is a super strong person in the Hunyuan Holy Realm, and she was attacked without realizing it.
Even until this moment, she didn't know what was going on or why her hands were like this!
After a moment of shock, Mu Ciyin immediately guided the cultivation law energy into her palms and fought against it. It took a long time before she gradually gained the upper hand and the terrifying strange changes slowly subsided.
"Maybe, I am your eyes."
The dark red bloodstains on his hands had not completely dissipated when the voice sounded again. It was originally a very peaceful voice, but at this moment it felt strange and cold.
Mu Ciyin knew it was bad when she heard this.
Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, she felt a tingling sensation in her eyes, and her vision began to become blurry. The things in front of her were turning into blood red, blurry blood red.
She felt like liquid was about to seep out from her eye sockets. The blood-red liquid filled her eyes, making her originally beautiful eyes look a little scary.
She hurriedly directed the law energy to her eyes.
"Maybe I remembered it wrong, hehe." The voice finally stopped being so peaceful and became sinister and sharp, "Am I your heart?"
This is a question, and it sounds very strange.
Mu Ciyin's delicate body was shaken violently. She felt as if her heart had been pinched hard at that moment, and she felt like it was going to explode. The pain was excruciating.
"Where is the ghost!"
Mu Ciyin wrapped her heart with the true energy of the law, hugged Jun Wuxie and soared into the sky. A wisp of sword energy cut through the night sky, and ice-blue light bloomed, illuminating the mountains and rivers.
The sword energy was like the light of a flying fairy, breaking through the sky and cutting straight into the terrifying eyes deep in the Frightening Ridge.
"hey-hey."
The voice laughed, and as it gradually faded away, the blood-colored eyes disappeared.
Mu Ciyin's law energy spread throughout her body, suppressing all the strange changes in her body.
However, she discovered that whenever she stopped, the secret situation would immediately recur.
Looking inside, she saw dark red blood stains spreading on her bright red heart, as well as her eyes, just like the condition on her hands.
"Curse, this is the power of curse..."
Mu Ciyin's heart couldn't help but sink as she realized what this was.
The power of this curse is quite strange, making it impossible for her to detect where the source of the curse is dormant in her body, and unable to remove it from the source.
She remembered the curses of dark creatures that had occurred several times in the great apocalyptic torrent.
In addition to the Darkest Curse, there is also a very terrible curse. Although it is not as powerful as the Darkest Curse, it is difficult to detect and eradicate. Once it is contaminated, it will be difficult to get rid of it for life.
She didn't expect that she would encounter this kind of curse just after arriving deep into the Fright Ridge, far away from its core area.
What kind of creature did those eyes belong to before?
Are they the dead souls of the dark creatures from back then, or are there dark creatures that were not dead at all and have been dormant in the depths of the Frightening Ridge?
Thinking of this, she hurriedly looked at Jun Wuxie, checked him, and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that there was no sign of being cursed.
She frowned slightly and thought about what kind of curse she was in, but she didn't notice it at all.
"Um?"
She landed on the top of the mountain and sat down again, because she found that the curse in her body was growing and getting stronger.
Although it is relatively slow, this trend is very scary. If this momentum is not curbed, sooner or later it will be swallowed up by the curse.