After Bai Yunsheng asked, the Three Holy Altar Hall suddenly fell into a dead silence.
Yin Miaozhi, the three of them all remained silent, lowering their heads and quietly looking at each other.
Bai Yunsheng's face immediately darkened, and he shouted in a cold voice: "Why, don't tell me, you don't know the way to your own sect!"
A few moments.
Yin Miaozhi and Ting Luan were confused, and the three great demons of Qianshi knelt down again, this time on both knees.
Under Bai Yunsheng's cold eyes, General Tongtian sighed and said slowly:
"Sir, the road leading to Shenhe Mountain... we have indeed never walked through it. Only the ancestors of the three tribes have gone to the mountain to pay homage to the sect leader, but..."
"But what?"
Bai Yunsheng asked coldly.
Yin Miaozhi hesitated for a moment and finally decided: "Master, have you ever heard of Fengdu and Tianyu Mountain?"
Bai Yunsheng responded somewhat inexplicably: "Fengdu, Tianyu Mountain and Yidi Mountain are the three major demon realms of the Southern Wilderness Demon Realm. Of course I know."
"Actually... these three places are all branch halls under the Juntian Hall. And the three of us are the hall masters of this Yidi Mountain Hall."
"What did you say??"
Bai Yunsheng's surprise was beyond words. He was extremely shocked by Yin Miaozhi's words, but he still didn't understand what this had to do with leading to Shenjie Mountain.
Yin Miaozhi seemed to have anticipated Bai Yunsheng's surprise and ignored it and continued:
"The place where the sect is located is of great importance. Since ancient times, only the hall masters of the past dynasties have been qualified to go to Shenjie Mountain for pilgrimage. Therefore, there is a map, and each of our three halls holds one. Only when the sect master is summoned, the three maps gather in one place.
Only then can the road to the Holy Mountain be revealed.”
Bai Yunsheng put his hands on the back of the seat, closed his eyes and quickly absorbed the flood of information that Yin Miaozhi had just thrown out. The hall fell into silence for a moment.
After half a cup of tea, Bai Yunsheng opened his eyes and asked directly: "Where is the map?"
Yin Miao choked on her words before she glanced at Qian Shi and Ting Luan, with a look of death on her face, and said without hesitation:
"Sir, the map of Yidi Mountain was lost in the earthquake 400,000 years ago..."
Bai Yunsheng slapped the stone throne, and the throne made of ten-thousand-year-old Nine Nether Cold Jade shook his palms to the point of pain. He saw murderous intent in his eyes, and asked coldly: "Lost it? Yin Miaozhi, are you there?
Are you kidding me?!"
The three people in Tingluan were immediately frightened, lowered their heads and said tremblingly:
"Sir, please calm down. This is a fact. We have tried our best to find the whereabouts of the map, but so far we have not found any trace of it!"
At this moment, a long-lost fear began to spread in the hearts of the three generals Tingluan.
"Kaka."
Bai Yunsheng's knuckles clenching the stone back made a clicking sound. After a while, he took a deep breath, tried his best to suppress the raging anger in his chest, and forced himself to calm down.
He leaned his body against the throne, exhaled a long breath, and his whole body slowly deflated like a balloon. He lowered his head and said calmly: "You guys go out, I want to be alone for a while."
"Yes, I am resigning."
Yin Miaozhi and the other two men stood up and exited the hall without hesitation, as if they had received an amnesty.
At this moment, this small hall seemed unusually empty, showing its tens of millions of years of loneliness at a glance.
It was quiet all around, except for a sad young man comforting himself.
Bai Yunsheng leaned on the stone seat, and his body was about to fall forward, but he still raised his head and weakly muttered to himself: "Why, why... why do you block all my ways back?"
Cut off.”
When one thought arises, all thoughts fade away.
Not long ago, Bai Yunsheng was immersed in the joy of breakthrough in cultivation, but now he fell into extreme despair.
From the Heavenly Emperor Mountain in the Western Wilderness Demon Realm to the present, he has been searching for his past. He has never let go of any opportunity, but God still blocks his way time and time again.
On Wuyun Mountain, when he regained his memory and recognized Bailuzhou again, he thought that his search was over. But the fact was completely opposite. The magic-hand medical fairy with whom he had a deep affection was just an earlier one in his life.
Passer-by.
He has never forgotten the deep excitement he felt when he learned that he was related to the master of Juntian Palace. He thought that he would soon be able to find himself and his past, so he suppressed his thoughts and entered the Demon Locking Tower to practice.
But now that he has succeeded in practice, the results before his eyes are still cold and cruel.
At this moment, the difficulty of being destroyed, the great responsibility assigned to him, and the grudges of life and death are no longer important in Bai Yunsheng's heart.
But at least, God has not wiped out all hope.
The road is still there, and so is hope.
If hope is there, everything will still be there.
······
Bai Yunsheng stayed here for three days and three nights without anyone coming in to disturb him.
To a desperate person, any disturbance is a disturbance.
No sound could be heard in the silent Three Holy Altar Hall, and even Bai Yunsheng's breathing was extremely weak.
This kind of silence is fatal to a young man who has a heavy responsibility and is confused.
This time, he seemed to have a deeper understanding of the meaning of the words Qilin said to him in the Vairocana realm where he didn't know the truth or the lie.
"Your past has a lot to do with this. Maybe you can find what you want on this road."
Recognizing Bailuzhou turns out to be just the beginning of this journey.
Three days later.
In the still empty palace.
"call!"
Suddenly, a thick black air rose into the sky from behind Bai Yunsheng. His snowy hair was like a white snake, dancing wildly like hatred, and his black pupils were filled with murderous intent. In an instant, the whole person looked like a demon god.
A beam of light green light lit up from his right arm, and a jade talisman hung in front of his eyes.
The black airflow behind him quickly enveloped the jade talisman, as if a group of bone-eroding insects and ants greedily pounced on the translucent jade bones, chewing them with big mouthfuls.
Soon, a beam of blood broke through the siege of black karma and shot straight to the top of the palace, followed by a second beam, a third beam, a fourth beam...
In less than three breaths, the black air flow was washed away, leaving behind a dazzling black talisman that appeared in front of Bai Yunsheng. The talisman exuded a bloody light like splashing ink, causing the entire hall to roll with air waves and make the wind roar.
Bai Yun was angry and calm, staring intently at this strange talisman. The longevity sword beside him suddenly trembled violently, as if he saw the flesh and blood of his close relatives, and as if he saw the fearful king.
Bai Yunsheng's pupils seemed to have turned to stone. He looked at the black talisman with a dead look, and after a while he slowly walked forward. There were unexplained blood lines on the black talisman, like exposed blood vessels.
, looks extremely weird.
The cold blood in Bai Yunsheng's body gradually began to boil, and he could clearly and deeply feel the call, the call from his soul.
"call!"
Suddenly, a beam of blood shot out from the talisman paper and hit the center of Baiyun Shenglingtai's eyebrows. His body suddenly stopped, and four ancient words filled with red energy floated in the sea of consciousness: Earth Evil Heart Sutra!
"Buzz."
Bai Yunsheng shook his body suddenly, and his consciousness came out of stagnation. He raised his hand and saw that the black talisman had fallen into his hand.
When viewed up close, the talisman paper is as transparent as jade, as cold as mysterious, and as light as nothing. There is a trace of blood flowing slowly between the paper.
Bai Yunsheng narrowed his narrow eyes, stared meaningfully at the secret book of the Disha Heart Sutra in his hand, and whispered in a low voice:
"Since the world won't change for me, I have no choice but to step on you first."
…
Seven days later.
The back peak of Yidi Mountain.
This is a rare and beautiful place in the Demon Realm, with green mountains and green waters, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, allowing people to briefly escape from the oppressive dark atmosphere and get a moment of peace.
"Rumble."
A 30-foot-wide waterfall fell from the sky, and the Milky Way fell on the stubborn rocks, breaking into pieces of snow-white water. The water mist filled the waterfall, and bursts of water vapor hit people's faces, feeling refreshed.
Bai Yunsheng wore a wind and cloud mask and stood with his hands behind his back facing the rapid waterfall. Behind him stood Jing Hao, who was dressed in purple muscles. He said lightly:
"Lord Jing Hao, I have found traces of the Three Ancient Clan. Yin Yisheng is busy with matters on Que Mountain and has no time to participate in matters on Yidi Mountain for the time being. From now on, the Demon Realm will be left to you."
Jing Hao's purple iron face did not change any of his emotions, he just took a step forward, holding the demon sword Cangming in both hands, kneeling on one knee, and said sonorously:
"Jing Hao accepts the order. This is what the young master wants."
Bai Yunsheng turned around, and Cangming followed his turn and floated in front of him.
"I have other uses for Cangming and I must take him away. Don't worry, there will be no rebellion in Yidi Mountain for a long time from now on. You only need to recuperate."
Although Jing Hao was a man of few ruthless words, he was definitely not a fool. As soon as Bai Yunsheng said this, he had something to worry about.
According to the unknown unspoken rules of Yidi Mountain, the Demon King only passed on the blood of the Three Ancient Clan, and his Purple Leopard Bear Clan was far from enough, so Bai Yunsheng must have known about the Three Ancient Clan behind his back. This also made Jing Hao this
The nine-foot hero was even more in awe of Bai Yunsheng.
Are the golden scales just an object in the pond? They transform into dragons when the storm strikes.
How can the person who can influence the most powerful force in Yidi Mountain be a mortal?
Jing Hao accepted the order and said: "Yes, Young Master. Jing Hao will definitely spend the rest of his life to keep the Demon Realm peaceful!"
Bai Yunsheng said, "It's getting late, I should go."
"Sir, wait a minute!"
Bai Yunsheng stopped silently in front of the Seven Killing Steps. He turned around and looked at Jing Hao. He knew that the other party seemed to have something to say, but in his current mood, he really couldn't bring up the mood to ask, so he ignored it.
"What else?"
The tall King Jing lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, then he still raised his hands and said in respect:
"Young Master, the matter in Wuyun Mountain is still unresolved. This time I rely on the emperor to restore the throne. As long as I say a word from you, I will definitely lead thousands of monsters to bloodbath the five continents!"
All the existing lords of Yidi Mountain have heard about what Bai Yunsheng experienced in Wuyun Mountain, but no one dared to say anything from the time Bai Yunsheng went up the mountain to the time he came down. The fact that Jing Hao can talk about it at this time shows that he cares about Yi
The loyalty of the emperor.
This also made Bai Yunsheng feel a little moved in his ice-shrouded heart. When he mentioned Wu Yun Mountain, countless painful scenes flashed before his eyes. Now that he was alone in the demon world, how could he have Liao Zuo who cared about him?
Don't make him moved.
Why doesn't he seek revenge? On the contrary, he thinks about revenge all the time! It's just that the current situation is far from being as simple as it was before, and he doesn't have enough power to take revenge now.
"No need." After a moment of silence, Bai Yunsheng flatly rejected Jing Hao, "The Demon Realm's vitality has been severely damaged after this battle, and it is not appropriate to start a war again. Moreover, the Central Plains still needs them now."
"yes."
When Jing Hao saw Bai Yunsheng's cold and decisive expression, he did not insist and backed away.
"Remember, the fangs of Yidi Mountain are not at their sharpest yet..."
"call!"
The cool breeze passed by and dark shadows flashed.
Before Bai Yunsheng finished speaking, he had disappeared.
And the last words he left ignited something in Jing Hao's heart, igniting the new demon king's hunting ambition.