Three months later, in the yellow sand land in the northwest, two rays of light pierced the sky, gradually slowed down, and finally landed on a cliff.
The light dispersed and two figures, a man and a woman, appeared. It was Liang Yan and Wu Xin who had rushed here.
"Ahead is the Dragon and Tiger Pass." Wu Xin said leisurely.
Liang Yan remained silent and looked far into the distance. He saw an ancient city thousands of miles away. The city walls were stained red with blood. The blood had turned black and solidified and was embedded in the cracks in the city walls, telling the story of the tragedy that had happened here.
Looking in front of the ancient city, a river is rushing past. The river bed is tens of thousands of feet wide. The water is pure black, and the waves are surging and roaring!
On both sides of the river bank, the ground was dyed red with blood! Countless corpses were piled up and down on the ground. A desolate and tragic atmosphere echoed in the desert, making people feel complicated and difficult to calm down for a long time.
"The war between the North and the South was a catastrophe for hundreds of millions of lives. Looking back now, it is true that as Senior Wu Wenxiang said, no one can avoid it." Liang Yan sighed softly.
"Even you and I are involved." Although Wu Xin's voice was calm, there was also a sense of helplessness.
The two of them were silent for a long time, facing the desolate desert, the bloody city walls, and the numerous bones.
In the end, Liang Yan broke the silence, pinched the magic formula in his hand, turned into light, and flew towards the direction of Longhu Pass.
Because he had the Luoshen bottle in his hand, the Luoshui below did not react at all, just letting Liang Yan pass by from above.
Liang Yan came to the city wall of Longhu Pass and looked around. The city was desolate, with various broken formations and piles of corpses.
Obviously, although the result of this battle was a huge defeat for Nanxuan, Beiming suffered a lot of casualties. There will be no winner in the battle between the north and the south. There is only one winner, and that is the Burial Emperor.
Liang Yan sighed, released his consciousness, and carefully checked the entire ancient city. After confirming that there was no breath inside, he turned around and faced the moat not far away.
This moat stretches for countless miles, protecting not only Longhu Pass, but the entire Ziwei Dragon Vein.
However, now this dragon vein has been drained away, and the monks from the north and south have also evacuated this place, leaving only this empty battlefield and the endless river.
Liang Yan reached out and took out a slender white jade vial from his sleeve, threw it into the air, and raised his hand to cast a spell.
A clear and beautiful glow like water waves bloomed on the Luoshen bottle, and it flashed three times in a row. Then there was a muffled sound of "bang", and the Luoshui in the moat began to stir.
The layers of water are rising continuously, and the undercurrents rush to the surface of the water, stirring up each other. You step on me, I step on you, and keep climbing.
Finally, a waterspout with a radius of 100 feet was formed, rising into the sky, and then falling down again, spontaneously poured into the Luoshen bottle.
Liang Yan did not make any unnecessary movements, and sat quietly on the city wall, waiting for the Luo Shen bottle to drain the entire river of Luo water.
It is strange to say that the water of the Luo River is rolling and swaying, but when it reaches the mouth of the Luoshen bottle, it immediately turns into a trickle and flows into the bottle like hair.
Although it looks unpleasant, the surface of the Luo River is declining at a speed visible to the naked eye.
With the suppression of Luoshen bottle, Wuxin also crossed the Luohe River, flew to Longhu Pass, sat side by side with Liang Yan, and waited quietly.
"There are more Luoshui here than in the Black Mountain Domain. I calculated it, and I'm afraid it will take half a day to put them all into the Luoshen bottle." Liang Yan said slowly.
"It doesn't matter, we have arrived here as quickly as possible. No matter how fast we go from here to Luotian Mountain, it will still take fifteen days. There is no rush for one or two days." Wu Xin said with a smile.
"Um."
Liang Yan nodded slightly and said no more. He and Wuxin sat quietly at Longhu Pass, watching the river roar.
At the same time, in the endless lower reaches of the Luo River, an old man was meditating with his eyes closed.
The old man was naked from the waist up, revealing his strong figure. There were complicated runes carved on his back, and there was also a ferocious beast among them, which looked full of evil!
The Luo River roared, turned into dozens of small streams, rose into the sky like a fountain, and finally fell on the old man's head.
The old man's face was calm and he closed his eyes without saying a word. Even though the Luo water washed down, he did not move even half a step.
His whole body was wrapped in a layer of light blue glow. The moment the Luo Shui was about to touch his body, the glow would absorb the Luo Shui and turn into tiny blisters that entered the old man's body.
I don't know how long it took, but the old man took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and woke up from his trance.
"It is indeed one of the four major punishments of the Immortal Court in those days. The poison of Luoshui really cannot be underestimated!"
The old man said to himself, while stretching out his hands and looking at his palms.
I saw a group of black spots on each palm. As the spiritual power circulated, these spots were twisting and squirming, as if they were alive.
"I didn't expect that even my "Shui Yuan Zhen Jing" could not completely eliminate the poison of Luo Shui. If I hadn't controlled it extremely well and only absorbed a very small amount of Luo Shui each time, I would have been a corpse."
"But then again, although this Luoshui is dangerous, it is also a great tonic for me to practice the "Shui Yuan Zhen Jing". As long as I can continue to practice here for seven or seventy-nine days, my skills will definitely improve."
Maybe we can break through the bottleneck in front of us!"
Thinking of this, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and a light flashed deep in his eyes.
He sat up straight and used the technique again, hoping to continue drawing water from the Luo River to help him practice.
But at this moment, the old man discovered something unusual.
"Huh?"
He stood up involuntarily and stared down at the rushing river in front of him.
"Why is the surface of the river different from when we first came here? Something is wrong. The water in the Luo River is actually decreasing!"
This discovery surprised the old man.
You must know that this is not an ordinary river. There is no ebb and flow. The total amount of water in the Luo River has not changed since the Civil War.
That is to say, he himself, who practices the "Shui Yuan Zhen Jing", can extract a part of Luo Shui for cultivation. Others are afraid of avoiding it. Who will covet these Luo Shui?
"There is something fishy going on, let me find out!"
Thinking of this, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly, used his magical power to hide his aura, and then flew upstream along the bank of the Luo River.
This man had a high level of cultivation and was not slow. It only took him an hour to reach Longhu Pass from the lower reaches of the Luo River.
In this short period of time, he found that the water of Luohe River had lost another quarter, and it was passing by so fast that he was stunned.
"In the end what happened?"
The old man was puzzled. When he arrived at a place more than a thousand miles away from Longhu Pass, he looked at it from a distance with his spiritual consciousness and couldn't help but be surprised.
From his perspective, there were two monks, a man and a woman, who looked very young, sitting on the wall of Longhu Pass.
A slender white jade bottle was suspended above the man's head, and the water from the Luo River, which terrified countless people, was spontaneously poured into this small bottle.
"How can anyone collect Luo Shui?!"
The scene before him completely shocked the old man.
After a while, he came back to his senses, with a trace of greed in his eyes.
"I never thought there would be such a treasure in the world. It is a perfect match for my "Shui Yuan Zhen Jing"! If I can get this vial, why should I worry about having no water to use in the future? With my magic, I can completely mobilize Luo Shui and cast
With magical powers, you can also refine your body and improve your cultivation to a higher level!"
Thinking of this, the old man felt hot in his heart.
But he did not act rashly. Instead, he hid thousands of miles away and carefully observed the two people on the city wall.
"A monk who can hold this kind of magic weapon must not be an ordinary person who has to make decisions before taking action!"
While thinking secretly, the old man made a magic spell, and a strange glow flashed in his eyes, and then his pupils suddenly disappeared and turned into two blue whirlpools.
"interesting"
He stared at the top of Longhu Pass for a long time with his strange eyes. He seemed to see something clearly and murmured to himself:
"The man is a monk who has survived the Six Disasters. He has not yet passed the Second Disaster. He seems to have no special characteristics. The woman is somewhat mysterious. I can't tell the depth of her cultivation."
The old man's pupils gradually returned to normal, he put his hands behind his back and walked gently by the river.
"Well, if it were just the man in gray, I could suppress him in a snap! But now he has an unknown helper beside him, which is a bit risky."
After walking back and forth by the river several times, the old man suddenly stopped with a look of determination on his face.
"Huh, why should you be timid? Opportunities and risks have always coexisted. This treasure is a huge opportunity for me, and I must not let it go!"
Thinking of this, the old man rolled his eyes and came up with a plan.
He raised his hand and made a magic spell, and saw a stream of water surrounding his body. After a moment, his body shape and appearance changed.
The sturdy old man from before had disappeared and was replaced by a handsome, elegant and easy-going young man.
"Wait for me to show my kindness first, take the opportunity to get close to the man, and then suddenly attack, beat him to death, and then snatch the mysterious vase. By this time, even if the woman reacts, it will be too late. I can advance or retreat. If
If you don’t want to get entangled with him, just run away.”
Thinking like this, he grinned, no longer concealing his aura, and openly drove a beam of light and flew in the direction of Longhu Pass.
After a while, when they arrived in front of Longhu Pass, the old man stopped the light and laughed from a distance: "Which fellow Taoist is here? You are so polite!"
On the city wall of Longhu Pass, Liang Yan moved his eyes away from the rushing river and fell on the young man hundreds of miles away.
"Who are you?"
Liang Yan did not stand up, but asked in a neutral tone.
There was a trace of displeasure in the depths of the young man's eyes, but it was quickly suppressed by him, and he still had a smile on his face, which made people feel like spring breeze.
"I am Lin Tao, a casual cultivator from Qingxuan Mountain. I was passing by this place and accidentally saw a Taoist friend's magical power. I was in awe of him, so I came to visit."
The young man called himself "Lin Tao", but he was a real monk, and Qingxuan Mountain did exist. However, he was very sure that this "Lin Tao" could no longer appear in the world, so he dared to impersonate him.
"Qingxuan Mountain? Lin Tao?" Liang Yan frowned, then smiled and said: "I have never heard of this place. I wonder why you passed by this place?"
Lin Tao's current state of mind is just to overcome the catastrophe and overcome the dilemma. Hearing this, he smiled slightly and said: "The war between the north and the south has come now, who can stay out of it? Even though I am a casual cultivator, I also know the truth about the death of lips and the coldness of teeth.
That's why we rushed to Luotian Mountain, intending to discuss the strategy of the Northern Expedition with the heroes of the world."
"So you are also going to Luotian Mountain. What a coincidence, I am also the same. I wonder if you have a 'Gathering of Immortals Order'?" Liang Yan chuckled.
Lin Tao's eyes flickered for a moment, but soon returned to normal, and he said with some embarrassment: "To be honest, I am just a casual cultivator who lives in seclusion all the year round, so I am not well-known. It may be that fellow Taoist Guiwuqi has never heard of me.
No. Therefore, the 'Gathering of Immortals Order' was not issued to me."
"How can you prove your identity without the 'Order of Gathering Immortals'?" Liang Yan said with a half-smile.
Lin Tao's face straightened: "What you said, fellow Taoist, is wrong. The war between the North and the South is related to the fate of hundreds of millions of people. Everyone should do their part. Although Lin is not talented, he does not dare to stay out of it. He is going to join the South."
Xuan, fight to the death with the demons of the North Ming Dynasty! Besides, I haven’t practiced for more than nine hundred years, so am I not allowed to participate in the divine machine performance just because I don’t have the ‘Gathering Immortal Order’?”
Liang Yan's face was a little gloomy as he listened to his rambling, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked: "Magic acting method? What is this?"
Lin Tao was a little surprised when he heard this question. He was stunned for a moment and then said: "Fellow Taoist, you don't know about the 'divine machine performance'?"
"hehe."
Liang Yan laughed and said with a smile: "To be honest, I am also a casual cultivator and ill-informed. I only know that the heroes of Nanxuan have agreed to discuss countermeasures in Luotian Mountain. I don't know any other information. This makes Brother Lin laugh."
"oh."
Lin Tao nodded, not sure whether he believed it or not, but secretly made a magic trick and flew slowly towards Liang Yan's location.
"My Taoist friend and I hit it off like old friends, but I still don't know how to call him?"
"My surname is Liang, and my given name is 'Zhidao'."
"It turns out to be Brother Liang!"
Lin Tao chuckled and said: "Actually, this magical performance is a grand event organized by the Venerable Great Ku of Luotian Mountain. All monks who have practiced for less than nine hundred years are invited to participate. There is no restriction on sects, no restrictions on men and women, and those who meet the requirements
There will be great opportunities.”
While talking, the distance between Lin Tao and Liang Yan shortened a lot.
But Liang Yan didn't seem to be aware of it. He pondered for a moment and asked again: "Why do we need to limit the age of monks, and what does this so-called 'great opportunity' mean?"
"Well, please let me tell you slowly."
Lin Tao said while laughing, and in an instant, he was less than a hundred feet away from Liang Yan.
At this moment, his eyes suddenly changed, revealing a fierce murderous intent.
I didn't see how he cast the spell, but he just slapped the palm of his right hand violently, and the water spiritual power surged out, turning into nine huge palm prints, hitting Liang Yan from different directions!
"Haha, wait until you come back to ask me these questions in your next life!"
