The witch took the silver and laughed coldly, saying: "Although Junhuang Chenghuang is a mediocre person, he is not stupid. The sword of the real person can cut off the realm, and even the unsuspecting outsiders in the mountain can still do it."
I smell a bit of danger.
What's more, that fellow in Chenghuang is the one who single-handedly supported your True Immortal Sect. Now, he probably has a deep understanding of what it means to raise a tiger and bring danger?"
She didn't mind seeing the excitement and said, "You really deserve it!"
Master Qing Ao said calmly: "Chenghuang is just indulging in worldly fun and neglecting cultivation. But after all, he is the youngest son of his father and emperor, and his knowledge is beyond the reach of ordinary immortals."
During the period when I was the Divine Lord, although he was not yet born, he could be regarded as the youngest son of the father-emperor and one of the five immortals in heaven and earth. Being familiar with the history of the immortal world in the Qing Dynasty was his most basic coursework.
My practice of swordsmanship is not a secret at all, but it has been so long ago that the world has long forgotten it, but Junhuang Chenghuang is well aware of this."
The witch took the silver and laughed and said: "So Zhenren's sword is not just for that kid to see, but also for Kunlun and Chenghuang to see?"
Master Qing Ao said calmly: "What I hate the most in my life is those powerful people in the immortal world who get something for nothing and enjoy their wealth by stepping on the bones of others. Junhuang Chenghuang is the most representative figure among these people. He is such a waste, but he is in a high position and has unlimited glory.
I don’t like this kind of story, so it would be nice to give him a taste of fear.”
The witch took the silver and said with a smile: "It is not difficult to deduce your true identity through this sword. Others may not know it, but Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan clearly knows how much the God Lord Ao Qing hated his father's bloodline. You
This sword cuts through the world, and shows Junhuang Chenghuang's murderous intent head-on."
Speaking of this, the witch Na Yin had a disdainful sneer on her face, and said: "I have often shown my displeasure and disgust towards Kunlun in front of me. I have always looked coldly on her various disasters and difficulties.
Indifferent, never take it to heart.
Now that the crisis is approaching, even though they are separated, he is still clinging to her like an evil spirit. Alas, Kunlun is good at everything, but his life is too bad. She is really destined to have such a cheap husband.
It’s fitting that we should have such a disaster.”
Master Qing Ao smiled nonchalantly and said: "The marriage between the Immortal Realm and Kunlun seems to have preserved the peace of Kunlun for hundreds of thousands of years. In fact, without the help of the emperor's stupid actions, I really can't kill him.
This saintly empress."
The witch took the silver and frowned, as if she wanted to say something more, but in the end, she sighed softly, looked elsewhere, and remained silent after all.
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The mountain of Qiyun Peak is extremely high, extremely dangerous, and continuous. The gurgling stream carries the unique feeling of snow, cold and broken ice in Kunlun. The high and vast sky is full of stars. Looking far away, the flowing clouds
The torn sky was filled with dry and cold air.
The snow that does not melt all year round fills the mountain roads, making the already difficult mountain roads even harder and harder to walk. A cold crescent moon hangs on the towering snow peaks, reflecting the winding valleys, revealing the
A kind of tranquility that is isolated from the world.
"Ahem..." The young man in red who was leading the way was holding an antique lantern in his hand. The thin white palms exposed outside the big sleeves looked increasingly pale and colorless in the cold wind and snow.
He is a mortal, and although he has immortal weapons and magic weapons to protect him, the snowy cold air in the Kunlun Mountains makes him unbearably cold.
He covered his lips with his sleeve and coughed twice unbearably. His face was pale and thin due to the cold, and a trace of blood appeared from the cough. The sound of the muffled cough in his throat was a bit low and weird.
Just as Grandma Wushan said, the cough, wind and cold that this mortal boy contracted in the Kunlun Mountains seemed to be a bit troublesome.
The pace of ordinary people is not fast, and Balian is also very patient. He did not urge him to say anything more, and always followed him leisurely.
On the contrary, the young man in red, although he spoke very little along the way, would look back at Balian from time to time and saw him reflected in the moonlight, his figure as tall and tall as a bamboo, walking in the wind and snow, his shoulders
Two long silver chains were trailing behind him, but they did not affect his walking posture at all.
Although nothing was done, it gave people a quiet and calm temperament for no reason. The mist in the mountains made the behavior quite pleasing to the eye, as if they were not disturbed by the wind, snow and cold at all.
The young man in red looked at Balian with a trace of inexplicable deep jealousy and envy.
Finally, he couldn't hold it back and broke the quiet atmosphere between the two of them, saying, "Brother, I wonder what it's like for you to be that corpse demon?"
This question was asked so abruptly that it can even be said that a normal person would not ask such a strange question during polite exchanges.
But Balian didn't seem to find it strange. He raised his eyes and glanced at him gently. The corners of his lips moved slightly, and a smile appeared on his face. He said: "I don't know the five tastes, and I'm not afraid of the cold. Sometimes I find it very convenient, but sometimes
But I find it very troublesome.”
"I don't know the five tastes, and I'm not afraid of the cold?" The young man repeated these words carefully, his eyes a little blank, and then he sneered again, looking at Bai Lian sarcastically from the corner of his eye, and said: "Listen to what you said
He said, he is no different from a dead person."
Balian nodded disapprovingly and said, "What about the zombie demon? It can't be a living person."
The boy in red was walking on the cold and hard mountain road with thick ice and snow. His steps paused slightly, and he turned halfway, with a bit of confusion on his face: "What does death feel like?"
"Death?" Balian climbed up the steps. His face, which was difficult to distinguish in the wind and snow, seemed to smile softly. He said calmly: "The past is cleared, love and hate are cleared, and death has no feelings."
The young man in red also smiled, but the smile on his face was cold, and he said casually: "You live for one life, and you are like dust, and your whole life is like dust, and withered by the strong wind in an instant, this is the feeling of death, right?"
Balian walked through another row of ice stone stairs and stood side by side with him. He glanced sideways at the young man in red. He was smelling of expensive warm fragrance, but the thick wind, snow and cold night could not suppress him.
of fragrance.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Balian asked: "Brother, you are so young, why do you feel so emotional under this wind and snow?"
The young man in red turned his charming, feminine, almond-shaped eyes and said calmly: "Life is like a journey in a distant place, and the life span of a mortal is only a few decades, but the life of an immortal can last for thousands of years. Wushan is
My beloved, although she loves me to the core, she and I cannot stay together in the passing years like a normal couple in the world. Sometimes I think about how great it would be if I could practice longevity.
.”
The corners of Balian's mouth moved.
It is difficult to understand and sympathize with the troubles and melancholy of the young man in red.
The normal relationship between a man and a woman that he yearns for... is actually not equal from the beginning, right?
It can be seen that Grandma Wushan is really capable of making all those young and handsome young men fall in love with her without relying on her appearance at all.
But after all, she was too philanthropic. Although she treated these young people with great love, Balian felt that there were some abnormal and abnormal emotions in her love, as if she was treating a group of admirers.
There are many little pets and toys, and it seems that they are collecting some unknown hobbies.
Balian couldn't see through this emotion, but he also knew it wasn't pure.
Moreover... the men around Grandma Wushan all seem to want to stay with her forever. Even though there are countless 'brothers' around her, they never compete for favor, and their consciousness is so high that it is unimaginable.
These young gentlemen looked so squeamish and unruly, as if they didn't know the heights of the world.
But Balian could feel that beneath their unruly appearance, they hid a restless soul.
When they take off this outer garment, they can only prove the meaning of their existence by being domineering and arrogant.
Carefully cared for by a woman with an indescribable disparity in status, he was a well-cared-for rice bug, doing nothing all day long and just living a bright and vibrant life to satisfy his master's compassion and love.
However, no matter how worldly and ordinary the soul is, there is still a strong rebellious spirit of being born as a man.
When he wants to spend his whole life with his master as husband and wife, he is no longer a qualified face-shou.
He was jealous of Balian's immortality, and jealous that even though his cultivation was sealed, his physical body was still far stronger than that of an ordinary person like him who couldn't cultivate.
I was jealous that he was walking in such a cold mountain peak with frosty sky and freezing ground, but his expression remained unchanged and he was not afraid of the severe cold.
And he is just a weak and incompetent mortal.
A cold wind might even kill him.
A single look from the immortal can easily determine his life or death, and sentence him to reincarnation.
But in order to maintain that love, he still had to act like a cute and hateful young man who didn't know the bounds of heaven and earth, was so unruly that even an immortal would dare to contradict him.
Because Wushan likes them like this.
Although he is just a mortal, if he has been with the immortal for a long time, he will be entangled in mysterious causes and effects all day long. Although he cannot practice, he is not an ignorant mortal who does not know how to practice. After all, he can occasionally get a glimpse of himself.
Divide cause and effect.
This is an extremely terrible thing.
He can see the cause and effect, and naturally when his mood occasionally stirs, he often sees the concrete traces of the end of his life.
He knew where his limit was, but he was puzzled by the fact that Wushan could easily save some of the brothers in the mountain who were dying and seriously injured.
But why are they unwilling to teach them how to practice to extend their lifespan and always let them be mortals?
He could accept serving her alone with many brothers for a period of time.
Because he knew that he loved her, and among the many feelings of love, at least one of her sincere feelings was given to him.
But if he dies, there will be countless young men who fall in her favor, day after day, year after year.
He is just an insignificant pebble in her long life.
He was afraid that in the end, he would not even be mentioned by name in her heart, and would be forgotten as if he had never appeared in her life.
‘If I can practice...’ naturally became his obsession and unsatisfied greed.
Of course, with such greed, he firmly believed that he was not the only one around Wushan who wanted to do this.
For a moment, he even had an idea.
Bailian felt something, he stretched out a finger, inserted it into his lips, lifted his lips, revealing a row of neat teeth and the gap of the missing little fang.
"Don't look at me like that. Now that my bloodline has been sealed, even my teeth have been stolen by someone. I don't have the ability to create blood descendants."
The young man in red clearly had this idea in his mind, but he didn't show any disappointment at Balian's rejection. He just shook his head and smiled, saying: "If you really have this ability, you can't just follow it."
I beg you to make a promise to me at any time."
The hierarchy of the corpse demon clan is very strict.
Blood descendants must not kill their own 'father' or 'mother', otherwise, retribution will come back to those affected by the cause and effect.
He didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble to Wushan because of his own selfish thoughts.
The young man in red sighed, but with a smile on his face, he was relieved: "I should just be a mortal. There is no regret in the world or behind me. I just need to live the short life of a mortal happily."
All my life, I just have to do the tasks my grandma has given me."
"Mission?" Balian showed a perfectly puzzled look.
The expression of the young man in red suddenly became a little strange. He covered his lips and coughed violently. After coughing for a long time, he lowered his eyes and glanced at the sleeves of his red coat, smiled mockingly, and said: "
This mountain is too high, I can't walk."
Bai Lian raised his eyes and glanced at the mountain peak he was about to reach, and said: "It will probably take a stick of incense to reach the peak, so it would be a pity to give up now."
The tired look on the young man in red was a little impatient: "What a pity, what the divine bird likes is not my blood breath. It would be good for me to cut my wrist right now and go to the mountain peak alone to attract the divine bird to remove its saliva. I don't know how to practice.
, even if I go up the mountain with you, I can't do anything to the sacred bird, so why waste your efforts to embarrass yourself."
Bai Lian laughed and said: "You have already made it difficult for yourself for most of the journey, and you still have such a small distance to go?"
The young man's face darkened and he said: "You act so perfunctorily. It seems that you will not be able to get the saliva of the divine bird today. That's all. When I go back this time, I will tell my grandma honestly that she has no choice about the spiritual grass."
If you want to make up your mind, I won't waste your time here with you."
Oh, you actually threatened people?
From the tone of his voice, it seemed that he could not turn a blind eye to the little tiger's life if he was eaten to death.
After saying something, he pulled a sachet from his belt.
He pulled the sachet with all his strength, and a handful of clouds of smoke spread out, wrapping around his body.
When the smoke dissipated, the young man's frail body completely disappeared between the mountain roads, leaving only a wisp of cloud smoke floating between the peaks and cliffs, heaven and earth.