That year, his father injured his wrist, and blood flowed, attracting countless locusts and monsters to eat him.
His internal organs were emptied out and all the blood was sucked out of his body. He still remembers the long and terrifying pain, which was more terrifying and despairing than having his head cut off.
There is only a trace of chaotic soul, unwilling to be blown away by the strong wind between heaven and earth.
Then he saw the light.
The light he saw in the dark and damp abyss pulled him back to the light of the world.
Over the years, he and Sister Lin Yuan were both children brought back to the mountains by Lord Shanfu. Everyone said that Lord Shanfu loved Lin Yuan more than he did.
Because Linyuan was carefully protected in a ten-mile lake, it was far away from the disputes and evil intrusion in the world.
Lin Guiyuan, on the other hand, has to shoulder the responsibility of being the son of the mountain god, guarding Kongcang Mountain for the mountain father and driving away the sea monsters and evil spirits from the demonic realm.
Every time I come back with scars all over my body, the pain can only be known to myself.
But he knew that this was not the case.
Master Shanfu brought back Lin Yuan and him one after another, but he got the most.
He had died before, and resurrection from the dead was a forbidden technique, but Master Shanfu used half of the mountain's divine power to recreate his internal organs and reunite his soul.
Rather than saying that he is the son of the mountain god, it is better to say that he is the lifeblood of the half-empty Cangshan Mountain.
Just now, Shanfu apologized to Bai Lian, saying that he had not given him a complete Kongcang Mountain.
It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t.
The old man's voice sounded helplessly, and Lin Guiyuan's tragic appearance now made him unbearable.
"Everything has a cause and effect. You live one life, but you have to experience the pain of death twice. This is a test of destiny for you. Death does not mean a desperate situation, and a desperate situation does not mean the end of the road.
Child, you just need to remember one thing, you no longer live as the son of the mountain god, because now the responsibility of guarding Kongcang Mountain does not lie with you. From today on, you are the mountain ghost, guarding your new master and the mountain of the new mountain master.
Ghost, this...is your responsibility."
In response to the old man's words to change his fate at will, Lin Guiyuan nodded as if he had received an oath.
One word, one brand.
It is also the shackles of sin that he can never get rid of.
"Destruction... means restarting. This is... your era, exile... for ten thousand years, the homeland... is no longer there, no longer..." The voice was as hoarse as a withered vine and an old tree, and a crow, the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, it is better to go home.
go.
The land of the God Realm will last forever. It’s not that his homeland is no longer there, it’s that it’s no longer in his heart.
I have been exiled for so long that I have forgotten what my hometown is like...
But he eventually died among his family and homeland.
It’s not like I’m exiled from this life in vain…
On top of the withered old trees, crimson sparks ignited. The sparks were like fire, but also like the old man's lost old life.
The sparks took away the remains of the ancient tree, and slowly rose into the stars in the sky, as if summoned by some magical power.
Lin Yuan looked up at the night sky that was about to break, her lips trembling slightly.
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After saying the final farewell, Balian started to have more things to do.
The Mirror Realm below the mountain is the place where the old man of the sacred tree died. In fact, just as Wen Yu thought, there is a treasure hidden deep in the mountain.
It was a divine palace hidden in shadow, and the geographical location of the divine palace in the outside world that was destroyed and sealed with the blood river crystal core was very similar.
The skills and techniques that Lin Yuan and Lin Guiyuan have always learned all come from it.
The knowledge Balian learned in this world was really lacking, so he spent the next days soaking up knowledge in the divine palace.
I don’t know whether it’s because he inherited the mountain seal or because he is gifted, but he can read and remember the contents of the divine books in the mountain realm at a glance.
In the past ten days, Balian has not been in a hurry to practice, or to find a suitable technique to quickly improve his strength.
After all, stabilizing the mountain environment is an urgent matter now.
Since he has inherited the position of the new mountain master, naturally he cannot just take care of it without knowing anything.
Fortunately, his learning ability is amazing.
Ten days later, after leaving the Divine Mansion in the Mirror Realm, Balian already had preliminary plans.
On this day, Balian was sitting under the tree tossing the black heart harvested from Yang Zhao.
He held the heart in one hand, resting a blank wooden board on his knees, and held a sharp carving knife made by Lin Guiyuan according to his request in his right hand.
There were also several black parchment books at his feet.
The heart, which was larger than an adult's fist and made of an unknown stone material, had been penetrated by Lin Yuan's knife.
But he could vaguely see countless lines as thin as hair in the heart of the stone. Those lines would have been unrecognizable to Balian in the past.
Fortunately, there are corresponding records and explanations in the book collections in the Divine Mansion.
This is a line, and it is not an ordinary line drawn with cinnabar.
The spiritual aura remaining between the hooks and horizontal strokes told Balian that these were countless talismans carved stroke by stroke with exquisite and pure spiritual power.
In the end, he successfully copied a human heart and used magic to control it.
This is the puppet technique of the Demon Sect.
It sounds like a simple process, but it is as difficult as picking up sand to fill the sea.
A practitioner's practice is an act that goes against heaven, but fellow practitioners who are so blessed with spiritual power can only be seen in legends.
Bai Lian once asked Jinsheng how to cultivate his spiritual power, but what he got in exchange was a very irritated white eyelid from Jinsheng.
The answer he gave was that even he was not qualified to answer this question.
Because even the Thirteenth Sword of Tiandang Tianxi is no more than a beginner in cultivating spiritual power.
I haven't learned to walk yet, how can I give the correct answer?
With limited manpower, it is extremely rare to be able to achieve something in the way of the sword.
Jinsheng believed that he had the luck and talent to ignite the sword soul, but he relied more on his hard work and sweat.
He believes that he is not the monster everyone says he is.
Because those who can become monsters, except for the three thousand-year-old immortals of the present generation and the Hou Tu Empress in Zhongyou, there are only a few monsters among the younger generation.
As for people who can cultivate both spiritual power and immortality, except for the woman from Taixuanzong who loves to wear white clothes and cannot be messed with, he really can't think of anyone else who can compare with him.
While being despised by Jinsheng for overestimating his own capabilities, Bailian used the carving knife in his hand to deduce the thousands of runes in the black heart and the thousands of runes that had been chopped off with one knife.
All were drawn on the blank wooden board in the form of a flat distribution diagram.
Jin Sheng's always venomous and taunting words suddenly restrained, and there was a subtle change in the look in his eyes when he looked at Bailian.
Immediately afterwards, Balian put down the black heart in his hand, took a new wooden board, and after memorizing all the wooden board patterns engraved with runic lines in his mind, he held the wooden board and closed his eyes.
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