MTL - My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World-Chapter 161

"Why don't they come in?"

Hongyu looked at the remnant soul wandering outside the mountain stream and asked puzzledly.

"I don't know." Jing Yue looked around, "Do you guys think ..."

Qin Yanzhi: "Yes."

Jing Yue: "I haven't said yet ..."

Qin Yanzhi gave him a look, "It's like a dead place."

Jing Yue really thought so. It wasn't because the mountains were full of lifelessness, but it seemed like there was nothing, quiet, no remnants, no plants, no water, only a dark soil.

Once inside, it looks like it's covered in a hood, and there's a layer on the outside.

Liu Yun: "Those remnants seem to be scared here?"

Hung Hom: "I always feel like there's something in the mountains that **** me out."

Everyone looked at each other with anxiety in their hearts.

At this time, Jing Yue felt that Lan Feng in Jade Pei was calling him frantically. He was busy lifting the ban on Jade Pei and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lan Feng flew out and sighed anxiously: "Jingjing! I feel it! It's here, it's inside."

Jing Yue: "You mean that very important thing?"

Lan Feng's head snapped, "Go forward, you can find it!"

Jing Yue frowned slightly. He wanted to go forward, but ten days had passed, and he remained in the secret place ...

wrong!

He suddenly noticed that the fine lines on Hung Hom's face seemed to disappear, and several other monks affected by time had recovered their original appearance. Jing Yue scratched her hair, and there was no trace of white in her thick black ink.

Here, even the effects of the large array of extinct stars have been eliminated?

Why exactly?

Jingyue's actions naturally attracted the attention of others. They quickly reacted to their own changes. They all asked what happened?

Where can Ke Jingyue know? Even Lan Feng asked me three times, and her whole heart was hooked away from the mountains.

"Jingjing, let's go! Do you take me?"

Jing Yue: "It's weird here, and there might be more terrible danger hidden inside."

Lan Feng changed his mouth immediately. "Don't go there, I don't want Jingjing to be dangerous."

Jing Yue rubbed his head, but he also tended to go inside. One is for Lan Feng. Once this opportunity is missed, it is very likely that Ji will lose a great opportunity and he is not willing. Second, he always has a hunch, Bi The vitality pointed by Yun Zhong is deep in the mountains.

But this is a gamble with a lifetime of death. He cannot and has no right to let others take risks.

"Come on, I'll stay with you." Qin Yanzhi saw Jing Yue's struggles, and although he didn't know the reason, he also sent a message to inform the other party of his attitude.

Jing Yue: "You ..."

Qin Yanzhi: "Don't hesitate, don't regret it."

Jing Yue struggled for a moment and nodded to Qin Yan.

He walked towards Liuyun, "I want to go deep into the mountains, but this trip is very dangerous and I don't recommend you to go."

Liu Yun: "Old ancestor ..."

Jing Yue: "You listen to me, this time we came to find a way to deal with the magic fetus, but now we have nothing. If I go back here, I am not willing, let alone I have a private matter to do, you really do not have to come with me Taking a risk, if the entire army is annihilated, it will be a severe blow to the right path. Some of us will have to bring the news back. "

Others naturally heard it, Hung Hom said, "Jing's ancestors are unwilling, so how can we be willing, now we enter here to solve the hidden dangers of time changes, and we no longer need to limit ourselves to ten days, let alone ..."

Hung Hom glanced outside, "So many remnants stay outside, we can't go back."

Several people nodded and agreed with Hung Hom.

Jing Yue was about to speak, and suddenly, he felt a touch of wind.

And just now there was a dead silence, where did the wind come from?

What's even more strange is that with the wind, the remnant soul outside the mountain stream retreated in a panic, and in the blink of an eye there is no remnant soul left.

"What's the situation?" Someone just asked a sentence, they felt that the stronger wind was blowing, and the wind passed, giving them the illusion of life being taken away.

Jing Yue also felt that he was hesitating whether to withdraw from the mountain stream. Suddenly, the blue phoenix in her arms flew to the wind violently!

"Oh!"

Jing Yue was anxious, catching up instinctively.

Qin Yanzhi followed closely behind.

The others responded slowly after a while, but Jing Qin disappeared.

Liu Yun originally wanted to follow him, but a strong suction came from the mountain stream, and a monk in the sky was swept away instantly. If you hadn't responded very quickly, you would pull me, I would pull you, for the time being, I would stay in shape, and I would have been swept away.

The suction has not disappeared, and it is even getting stronger. Everyone knows that they will not be able to support it for too long, and can only escape to the mountain stream.

the other side.

At this moment, Lan Feng's consciousness was extremely unclear. At the moment when the wind came, he awakened his instinct from the blood, making him forget who he was and everything around him, and only flew in the direction of the wind.

It just knew that there was something waiting for it, and it had to go.

Suddenly, his entire body was caught, and Lan Feng still wanted to struggle, but he was taken away by a suction, and the people who caught it.

"Ajing!"

Then Qin Yanzhi, who followed him, reached out and grabbed only one half of Jingyue's clothing corner. The sound of cracking came from his ear. His hand was empty, and the person was also rolled in the other direction.

Qin Yan was anxious, but he could not resist, but he could only watch Jing Yue disappear, and he was in darkness.

Suddenly, the sky turned round, he seemed to hear the sound of the earth, his body was pulled violently, as if dismembered.

He saw another self, he was old, he was young, and he was slowed down from scene to scene, like watching someone else ’s story.

At the same time, a warm power was born in his Tandanaka, which gradually poured into his mind.

Qin Yanzhi covered his head, chaos in his head, only felt that a monster was about to emerge from his consciousness.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of thunderstorms, the lightning split through the darkness, he saw the rainstorm pouring down, and a baby lying behind the rock.

He knew subconsciously that the baby was him.

Not long after, a Taoist appeared beside the rock, picked up the baby, and asked him, "Is it you?"

The Taoist quickly said with certainty, "It's you."

Not far away came the roar of the ferocious beast. He saw the Taoist put the baby into the tree hole and ran up the mountain.

Not long after, the Taoist returned, took the baby out again, and poked at the baby's face, but in a blink of an eye, the Taoist disappeared from the place.

The rainstorm turned into drizzle and leaped.

And in the mountains, he was the only baby.

On the second day, a hunter came up the mountain, found him, and hugged him back.

The hunter was not good to him, but he was raised, day by day, year after year, when he was three years old, the hunter died.

The hunter's brother took up the hunter's property and sold him to a big family in the city. The old lady of the big family was very nice to him at first, but soon the original shape came out. The original master actually had that abnormal hobby, and that A seemingly kind-hearted lady was actually the accomplice of the master.

When the master tried to misbehave him, he took advantage of it and smashed the opponent's head with a platform. He deliberately set fire to cause chaos and escaped from the city overnight.

Hiding in a dry well, he was hungry and cold, so afraid.

He always wanted someone to save him. Deep in his consciousness, he always felt that there was a vague shadow that would appear at the time of his distress and pull him out of the sleepy swamp.

But no, no one came.

He became a beggar.

He was chased, bitten by a dog, hungry, full, and no one came to save him.

Gradually, he no longer placed his hopes on being rescued and didn't know why he lived, but he kept living awkwardly, no matter whether he was sick or injured, death did not take him away.

But one day, just as he was about to fall into a coma, the Taoist man appeared again.

The Taoist's arms were warm, reassuring, and familiar, and he was reluctant to leave.

The Taoist also named him a "forget".

But at the same time he trusted the Taoist, the Taoist disappeared again.

He couldn't find the Taoist. The heavens and the earth were big. He didn't know anything about Taoist. He could only hold an empty name and walked far north.

To the far north, he was a mortal, and I was afraid that he would not be able to reach it after all his life.

For this reason, he exhausted his efforts and practiced unscrupulously, and even willingly offered to sacrifice the flesh for refining medicine. His only purpose and only belief in living was to find the Taoist.

He had a hunch and he could see the Taoist again.

This idea propped him up, for seventeen years, no matter how painful, he never despaired.

He finally waited for the Taoist again.

Time passed, and more than ten cold summers passed by.

He followed Taoists through the mountains, rivers, mountains and rivers, seeing the world situation, Taoists have always been.

One day, he suddenly wanted to return to the original city, and suddenly there was no hate in his heart.

He wanted to share his feelings with the Taoist, but the figure of the Taoist was getting weaker and weaker.

Can't catch it, can't keep it.

"Go to Han Yunzong, I'll wait for you."

The Taoist only left this sentence. For this sentence, he went to the extreme north again, and passed various tests, and became a disciple of Han Yunzong, and met the head of Han Yunzong.

That man is not the same as a Taoist, but when he sees the other person, he knows that that person is a Taoist and not a Taoist.

He found Tao, but he was not a complete Taoist.

Taoists don't remember him anymore.

"What's your name?" The Taoist asked.

"My name is forget."

"Forget? Good name, I have a disciple named Yinian. It seems that you deserve to be my disciple."

The Taoist stood up and stepped forward to him.

"Forgetting, from now on, you are my second disciple."

"Who are you?" Somehow, he asked.

The Taoist froze and smiled slightly: "I am Jing Yuan and the ancestor of Han Yunzong."

The words fell and everything went to darkness.

Qin Yanzhi felt that the warmth in Dantian was getting hotter and hotter, and tangled with the soul, making him feel lost and regained.

In the dark, he saw another child. A child with a scar on his face was looking up at a Taoist, "Who are you?"

The Taoist said, "I am Jing Yuan and the ancestor of Han Yunzong."

Jingyuan ...

The child does not like to talk. It has been almost a year since he first met with the Taoist.

He heard the name of the Taoist for the first time, and chewed it in his heart silently, and in his later life, he repeated the name repeatedly, thousands of times.

He followed the Taoist to return to Han Yunzong and became the second disciple under the Taoist seat. He also has a brother named "Yinian".

The child is not good at expressing words, but what he likes most is the Master calling his name-a forget.

Because in his life, almost all the warmth was given by the Master, even if his brother was very kind to him, but he knew that if it was n’t for the Master to take him back to Han Yunzong, if it was not for the Master to take him in Apprentice, he didn't get a good idea.

Except for the flesh, everything comes from the Master.

He likes swords, and Master accompanied him to travel around the bipolar continent to find a good sword.

He had no home, and Han Yunzong became his home.

No one in his life treated him better than Master.

He wanted to repay the master, to help him complete the exercises, and to fulfill his wish.

So he practiced day and night, learning swords with all his heart, but unfortunately ...

Qin Yanzhi's consciousness gradually became clear, as if there was a purple flower blooming in front of him, he finally remembered that the two stages of life were both experienced by him in the illusion of forgetfulness.

He had no memory in the illusion, but was rescued by Jing Yuan.

But there is a third time.

The cold wind whistled, blowing snow waves.

In the vast snowy field, there is a deep pit, and there is a cave house not far away.

The young man knelt in front of the deep pit, like a statue, snowflakes covered his eyelashes, gradually melted by body temperature, like tears.

But a young man cannot cry. He has never cried since he remembers.

Even if the Master has fallen from the thunder, and there is no such person in this world.

The young man knelt in front of the deep pit for forty-nine days. On the fiftieth day, he pinched three heads toward Dongfu, turned around, step by step, and left the snowy field.

His footprints were left deep on the snow, and for the next two thousand years, he has never been here, nor has he been to any place in the bipolar world.

He trapped himself in Han Yunzong's day and night penance. Even though Master is no longer alive, he remembers everything Master taught.

Master does not have the wish to complete, he comes to complete, what Master wants to guard, he guards.

Finally, he was out of customs, and took his Taiqing sword to kill Baizhanghai.

Dark sky, rolling tide.

The blood of the corpses of the Terrans and Demons is covered with blood.

Power and half-sacred have fallen one after another, and the young man is bathing in blood and standing with a sword.

Bloody water slid down the tip of the sword, and there were piles of corpse mountains behind and behind him, just like the portrait of Jing Yuan hanging in the ancestral hall of Han Yunzong.

The master cut monsters in Jieshan, and he chose Baizhanghai.

Then, the young man used mystery to extract his three souls, use the soul to enter the sword, and condense the sword soul.

Taiqing turned into a huge sword shadow, dazzling and dazzling all things, straight cut the demon holy head!

The earth is broken, the mountains and rivers are sobbing, the sky is torn, and the stars are dim.

That sword is the sword of heaven, the sword of origin, the sword of everything!

The demon saint died, and the youth who lost the three souls also came to an end.

In the flaming snowflakes, the youth seemed to feel the breath of the Master. He turned his head, but saw nothing.

But the young man laughed contentedly. He knew that Master was there. Regardless of Huang Quan's fall and reincarnation, Master was always in his heart and never left.

"Master ..."

Qin Yan held his head firmly, and his five fingers were almost inserted into the skull. The scenes overlapped and interspersed, leaving him wondering which were real and which were illusions.

But in the end, Jing Yuan's appearance became another person, and that person's eyes were filled with starlight, and his shadow was in the starlight.

The man was warm, soft, fearless, and powerful, and said to him with a smile in the moonlight, "I really like you."

"Master ... Ajing ..."

"Ajing!"

Suffering in agony, Qin Yanzhi fell into endless darkness again.