In the deathly dark hall, there was total darkness, so dark that it was so deep.
An old man sat on a cold wooden chair below, looking up in surprise at the top of the dark hall——
Uncle?
"Don't panic, the distraction was eliminated, I just suffered some backlash." A hoarse, cold tone that seemed to be able to freeze everything slowly sounded from the top of the hall!~
The old man at the bottom of the main hall suddenly stood up, faced the darkness above and said respectfully, "Uncle, who can hurt you?"
There was no sound coming from the throne in the darkness, and it seemed to have fallen into silence——
After a long time, cold tones rang out from around the hall again: "That's him! He's back, and 'he' won't let anyone go!"
"Could it be 'him?'" The old man below the main hall looked frightened, not daring to imagine the person in his heart.
"Okay, step down. I want to regulate the backlash in my body."
"I obey my uncle's orders." The old man at the bottom of the main hall bowed respectfully to the top, and then bowed his body and stepped back.
"crunch"
The moment the door closed, a ray of moonlight shot into the hall through the crack in the door. The old man who retreated on the door railing trembled in his heart. He seemed to see a young face that was covered with ice for thousands of years and was extremely pale?
Without thinking much, the door closed with a creak, and the entire hall returned to the embrace of darkness.
It's just that the cold aura that once covered the entire hall gradually disappeared, replaced by complete darkness.
Mingqi Peak!
At this moment, the central hall was brightly lit.
In the magnificent hall, three women sat quietly on the chairs below.
On the golden throne above the main hall, a hazy woman with a white gauze covering her face lay lazily on it.
The woman's alluring silhouette was obscured by a thin layer of white gauze, making it difficult for the three women below to see any expression on her face.
Although the main hall was brightly lit at the moment, it was strangely silent. Judging from the frowns on the three women below, they all had no intention of speaking.
Finally, the lazy woman above the main hall stretched her graceful figure, covered her eyes with white gauze, and looked down lightly; "This time when we went deep into the inner gate, the senior sister did not exit, so the entrance to the Tower of Babel was not opened."
"Master, what do you mean by this?" Mu Zilin, who was at the bottom of the hall, lowered her head and looked at the lazy figure above in confusion.
"It's nothing, I just hope you don't get too close to Xie Yun Peak. When your uncle comes out of seclusion, it may be the time when the two peaks will fight." After the graceful figure above the main hall finished speaking, he glanced meaningfully at the far left
The woman in green.
The woman in green trembled slightly, then relaxed, still lowering her head and saying nothing.
The woman sitting next to Mu Zilin had a thick layer of frost on her face that had not gone away all year round, and looked extremely indifferent; "Then why doesn't Master take advantage of Evil Cloud Peak's fledgling period to completely suppress them now?
"
"Why don't I think about being a master? It's just that my ancestor is back. Even if I think about it, I have to weigh my own weight."
The hazy woman above the main hall didn't hide anything and spoke lightly.
"Grandmaster?" After hearing this, the indifferent woman and Mu Zilin looked at each other in surprise, then looked at the figure above the hall with a hint of doubt in awe.
"This, you don't need to ask any more questions. It won't do you any good if you know it. Be careful during this period and don't easily provoke the disciples of Xie Yun Peak. Do you understand?"
"Disciple, please keep this in mind." The three women raised their hands in unison, in awe of the graceful figure above the hall.
"Alright, Weinuo and Zilin will leave first. I still have something important to ask Qingyan."
"Disciple resigns"
…………
After the thick doors of the main hall were reassembled, only Qingyan and the master at the top of the main hall were left.
"I wonder what master wants to ask this disciple?" Qingyan stood up and leaned over with a respectful look on his face.
"People can never see through the mirror, but the smoke and clouds in the world between my fingers for hundreds of years are like me for a moment. Qingyan, you don't have to pursue that answer. Maybe what you learn in the end is not what you want, then you will still suffer.
Are you searching hard?" The woman whose face was covered by white gauze looked hazy, but the words she spoke were so profound that Qing Yan's pretty face at the bottom of the hall became tangled.
Recalling the haunting figure in his mind, Qingyan's mind was blank at the moment. The figure so familiar in his dream could not be recalled again once he woke up.
She frowned and tried very hard to recall his majestic figure? What did his face look like?
She really wanted to know who the figure in the dream was? What was its relationship with her, and why did she care so much about him?
The graceful figure above the main hall looked at Qingyan who was thinking hard below, shook his head and sighed; "Oh, don't think about it anymore, I promised "him" to take good care of you. Don't deliberately recall the things you can't remember, otherwise I will
I can’t save you either.”
"But! Master, I really want to know." Qingyan's exhaustive thoughts came to nothing, and he could only cast a helpless look at the figure on the throne in the main hall whose face could not be seen clearly.
"It's not that I won't help you as a teacher, it's that I can't help you. Did you know that when you regain your memory, that's when your troops will be defeated?"
The figure above the main hall tentatively asked Qingyan.
"Master, my disciple is willing. If Bingjie can really give me an eternal and peaceful dream, my disciple is willing to know who "he" is at the cost of Bingjie?" Qingyan's confused eyes revealed.
With a glimmer of clarity, he looked resolutely at the dim figure above the hall.
"You are too naive. You only care about your own feelings. Do you know how you feel as a teacher and all the people who are worried about you? If you are really relieved, how can I live up to the instructions of my old friend? You are trapping me.
By being unjust, you are setting yourself up for disloyalty.”
The figure above the main hall sounded slightly angry, as if he hated iron for not being able to become steel.
"But master? Disciple..." Qingyan's pretty face filled with tears. He didn't know how many times he asked his master to answer the mystery of his life experience. But every time, his master coldly and ruthlessly rejected him.
"No more words, get out!" The figure above the main hall was still full of anger. He raised his cold jade hand lightly, and a trace of majestic spiritual energy surged out, silently closing the door of the main hall.
"Master, apprentice, please leave." Qingyan stood up. The tears on her pale cheeks slowly fell to the ground helplessly. She slowly exited the hall...
"Creak" the door is closed——
"Bang" violent spiritual energy overflowed, and the graceful figure above the hall stepped on the void, waving the spiritual energy with both hands and shooting around the hall...
She was so angry that everything happened because of the arrival of that bastard. In the past, Qingyan could only secretly search for expensive medicinal materials that could restore memory. With Qingyan's strength alone, he could not collect more advanced medicinal materials, so the previous
Jueqing was not worried about Qingyan's problems and let her fiddle with it on her own.
But after the arrival of this hateful Ling Chen, Qingyan pestered him many times, and even secretly ran to meet Ling Chen. Sooner or later, if this goes on, he will remember everything from the past. This is what Jueqing doesn't want to see the most.
She deliberately led Ling Chen into Jian Yuan because of her friend's instructions. Unexpectedly, his arrival had completely disturbed Qing Yan's whole person...
moment……
The splendid hall was in ruins. Except for the throne above the hall which was intact, everything below the hall was shrouded in a vast layer of gray ruins.
"Ling Chen! Even if you are Qingyan's brother, I will never let you stay in Taiyi!"
The extremely angry woman was filled with murderous intent. The cold and piercing murderous intent broke through the shackles of the hall and shot into the boundless dark sky...
Casting Sword Peak——
"yawn!"
On the shaking platform, Ling Chen sneezed loudly. I don't know if it was an illusion or a hallucination. He vaguely heard someone calling his name?
"I'm so worried." Ling Chen pounded the iron bars on the iron stone again, not caring about the sneeze just now. Uncle Gao said that you can't do two things in extreme training, so he quickly indulged in it.
Already...
"Papa", the whole body seemed to undergo a major blood exchange. The blood in Ling Chen's body continued to splash out, and then dried up and stuck to the surface of the body, forming a blood-red curry, and then the fresh blood in the body burst out again.
Every explosion in the body hurts!
It hurts, deep into the bones, because sometimes even the bones are about to explode. Thanks to the extremely refined red sand blood in his body and the continuous flow of demonic energy, Ling Chen's body can barely withstand this kind of hellish pain.
temper...
Every time his physical fitness improves, Ling Chen will gain a layer of immunity to the surrounding environment.
This kind of hellish training...
He persisted!
Time is like running water, it will slip away quietly in your hands easily. When you look back on your youth, you find that a year has passed...