Refining the Mountains and Rivers

It's really hard to say what death is unless you've experienced it.

The feeling of divine vowels, like the whole human being, sinks into the dark deep sea, cold and quiet.

Consciousness is clear, but forget who they are, where they come from, and what they have experienced.

Can not feel the existence of the body, unable to struggle, can only let themselves, bit by bit continue to sink.

In the "deep sea" outside, the temperature is getting lower and lower, and the chill is penetrating in, and the consciousness is gradually stagnant.

Maybe when her consciousness is completely frozen and unable to rotate, it is the time of death.

She can't resist it, but every time consciousness freezes, she hears a voice.

"Don't die Let's not die... "

Who is it?

I can't remember the vowel, but it seems that the voice has invisible magic power, which can inspire her potential every time.

More and more cold, has lost the ability to think, but her consciousness is still, maintaining the last trace of vitality.

Because she suddenly found that she couldn't bear the voice And she wanted to know Who is the person who said this

"Don't die Let's not die... "

The person who said this must be very lonely and helpless. I can't die, because only living can accompany him.

Just who is he? Who am I?

In the dark "deep sea", time has lost the significance of measurement, like thousands of years, thousands of years, a very long time.

All of a sudden, the "deep sea", which was calm and dark, suddenly began to wave.

It comes from the top of the head, stronger and stronger. I don't know what happened.

At the next moment, Shen vowel's sinking "body" seems to be grasped by invisible big hands and pulled upward.

As the cold subsided, the vague consciousness began to recover.

……

The whirlpool of red and ink is still turning, but the area is back to its original size, not the previous mighty momentum.

In the center of it, it is not Daoling, but a vigorous ancient wood, winding and stretching branches, showing the breath of endless years.

The spirit of the years is not from the long life, but from the seeds of its birth The spirit of Tao is gestated for heaven and earth. Only after a few years can we achieve it!

But now, the ancient wood seems to have lost its vitality, and its leaves are yellow and dead.

Not far from the dead ancient wood, between the ice and the fire barrier, Qin Huan gently put the divine vowel on the ground. Her face was more bloody, and her slightly undulating chest showed that she had escaped from the hand of death.

The power of the fruit of the road is repairing her wounds. It will not take long for her to wake up.

Qin Huan smiled at the corners of his mouth, pulled his dry skin, and pressed the wrinkles together, adding a bit of bleakness and dusk.

The sacrifice and blood essence extraction of Shouyuan in one hundred days turned him into a white haired old man with a rotten smell all over his body, but between his eyes and eyebrows, he was calm and peaceful.

It is not worth not considering the value, because compared with death, these costs he paid are nothing at all.

The vowel comes alive That alone is enough.

The shadow of the sun hangs over the ancient wood, and the thought waves, "you are in poor condition now, don't delay any more."

Qin Huan smiled, "I see. Thank you very much this time." He hesitated a little and pointed to writing down a sentence on the ground.

Using only a weak force, the chest will roll violently, and the face will appear blue and white. Finally, it can not be suppressed, and a mouthful of blood will be spewed out.

In the shadow of the sun, there was a cold hum. The bright light came, twined Qin Huan and pulled him out of the barrier.

Falling on the dead and yellow ancient wood, its rough and cracked skin suddenly became soft, like mud, devouring Qin Huan's body bit by bit.

"For the sake of a woman, it's foolish to toss yourself into such a situation!" The shadow of the sun is staring at the divine vowel in the barrier, which is still awake. A cold breath appears.

But silence again and again, it finally did not move, like a shadow, directly disappeared.

……

The divine vowel opened his eyes, and after a brief loss, countless memories poured out of his mind. She remembered her identity, knew the present situation, and thought of the master of the voice in her ear in the process of "death".

"Qin Huan!"

Suddenly she got up, her eyes swept around, a small barrier, a glance can be clear.

She is the only one. Now, the man has disappeared. Where has he gone?

The divine vowel saw the ancient Yellow dying wood outside the barrier, and felt the powerful power in the body, which has not been fully absorbed so far. His face became trance, and his eyes were blank.

Although she didn't know what happened after that, what she saw in front of her eyes, and her resurrection, has been able to guess a lot.

Now, the man whose whereabouts are unknown, after she fell into the "deep sea" of death, did not know what method to use, but let the spirit of Tao take root and sprout, and in a short period of 100 days, the result was given to her.A flicker, coming from the soul, does not dissipate, but becomes stronger and stronger as time goes by.

Finally, the tide sweeping the whole mind broke all the reserve and cold. Shen Yuanyin's cool eyes turn red, and water vapor gathers into a kind of warm liquid.

The fruit of the road, which is obtained by the monks, can be a chance to rob the immortals, enough to make anyone crazy in the world.

Qin Huan gave her Let her live

"Where are you? Come out, you come out! " God's vowel screams, the voice echoes in the barrier, but is doomed to get no response.

This is the deep part of the Tang pool. It's interwoven outside. It's enough to kill the terrible and cold power of robbing fairyland. Where can Qin Huan go?

Inexplicable panic, fear, pain, surging from the bottom of the heart, eyes more sour, blurred the eyes of the vowel.

She had a judgment in her heart, but she could not believe it, because there was no reason for this, and he did not need to do so for her.

All of a sudden, the handwriting on the ground fell into sight, but now the vowel of God doesn't care. What did the ground write.

All her eyes fell on the dried dark red blood, squatting down slowly, and her fingers touched the surface of the blood.

At the next moment, tears can no longer hold back, falling down the cheek, smashing on the ground.

Although the blood has dried up, the divine vowel still feels Qin Huan's breath from above.

Old, rotten, desolate There is also hidden failure, because the experience of death, so the taste of it more acute.

The blood is full of the smell of death!

Qin Huan is dead He's dead

Shenyuanyin can't deceive herself any more. She raised her hand to cover her mouth, and her strong emotions surged from the bottom of her heart.

In my mind, the fragments that once appeared and disappeared rolled out again.

Concentrate all your energy, in these broken pictures, the too forgetful backfire appears again, but the vowel doesn't care.

Finally, she found a smiling face among the countless, tumbling memory fragments. He sat under a pavilion, holding the wine jar in his hand. He was very happy with his smile. His eyes and eyebrows were full of happiness.

With a muffled hum, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and a pallor appeared on his face.

The two faces are not the same, but when they are put together, they will find that their facial features can be complete and overlapped.

Qin Huan It's Qin Huan Sure enough, they have met before Why do you forget him What did you hide

Ten days later, the divine vowel stepped out of the shadow of the mountain. The barrier of water and fire, which remained to the limit behind, broke silently.

Her figure paused, but did not turn back, the breath broke the red extreme Yang force, rushed to the top of the soup pool.

Look more indifferent, eyes more cold, at this moment's God vowel, too forgetful to have any regrets, into the perfect situation.

But in the deepest part of her eyes, where no one can touch, but filled with deep sadness, mind rolling on the ground message.

"I'll see you later. I hope that the palace leader can complete the task and solve my confusion..." There may be others behind, but they are interrupted by blood.

What do you say? I'll see you later. You're all dead The man, until death came and he turned into ashes, still wanted to hide her and comfort her

Qin Huan, I don't know who you are or what you have experienced with me, but I will never forget you in my whole life!

A few months later, the forbidden area of jiutianjing Moon Palace, the crystal constellation, trembled, and the waves spread all over Xianzong.

After another ten days, it was the day that changed. The master of the netherworld of the upper Qing Dynasty and the master of the Buddha's bones came together.

The news was tightly sealed. I don't know what happened. After the negotiation between emperor Chu and Xianzong, they turned to the Imperial Palace and didn't mention it.

It's the same day. There seems to be some instability in the great battle of Yingdu.

Outside the capital of Yingdu, his face was clear and his breath was even colder. Looking at the elder ziyue, who was excited and welcomed quickly, his voice was cold. "Master, do you know a man named Qin Huan?"

Purple moon's body is instantly stiff.

……

As time went by, the news of the fall of the son of the devil Kingdom caused a sensation, but the dead man had no value, and soon became a thing of the past and was no longer concerned.

Before Mumu appeared again, I heard that he had made great progress in his cultivation after being honed. The cultivation of the devil body is a long way, not far from the throne. It seems that the wood family has passed through the difficulties. The disciples of the sect have regained their pride.

After coming back from the sea of purgatory, wumashi war, though suffering from severe injuries, got some kind of powerful chance that could not be said by others. Closed for two years, i.e. breaking through the wonderland of plunder and regaining the name of the first strong young generation and the eldest senior brother.

Due to the dazzling battle of Wuma division, the other two young generation disciples, Dong Hanzhu and sun Zifu, grew up quickly. In particular, the latter, which has been breaking through the territory for several years, has a spectacular momentum of coming from behind.The holy womb of Dongyang City is now completely closed, except for a few palace people who are willing to keep the festival for the Holy Son, there is no anger. Less than a year has passed from noisy prosperity to extinction, which has been witnessed by the devil's way. What is a disaster.

This is just a little thing happened in the devil way. If you look at the whole land of the gods and demons, you can't finish it for three days and three nights.

Time is rolling and running, not because of who is missing, but a little stagnation, so flow to the unknown future.

……

Thirty third year, purgatory sea.

One is born with compound eyes, four limbs on the ground, and the beast is eating. In front of him was the body of the beast that had been killed. The air was full of blood.

Although the wound was added to the body, the monster's eyes were sharp, apparently not hurt at all. During the process of eating, he swept around from time to time and was extra vigilant.

Without any omen, the body of the beast is covered with scales and scales. Suddenly, it is tense. It seems to notice that it has some terrible smell.

But before it can escape, "click" a crisp sound, the monster neck shows an exaggerated angle, has been born twisted, the huge body fell to the ground.

A black robed man appeared in the line of sight when the faint footsteps sounded. He was calm, white and handsome, with some unspeakable value and dignity between his eyebrows and eyes.

The slender body, handsome appearance and intimidating temperament are enough to make most of the women in the world sway.

This face seems strange everywhere, but if you savor it carefully, you can find many places that people are familiar with.

Walking to the monster's body, the man in black stretched out his five fingers to open, the flesh and blood quickly dried down, and a drop of scarlet blood beads rose, merging into blood cells between the five fingers.

A reduced version of the phantom of the beast, rolling and roaring in the blood cells, seems to question the murderer why to kill cute like it.

Unfortunately, the man in black robe has no pity for a monster, even if it is a "beautiful" mother beast.

Take out a jade bottle, open the seal of the bottle mouth, the roar of the beast suddenly erupts, rolling like a thunderclap between the clouds, and the evil spirit surges out, straight to the heart!

The man in the black robe frowned and knocked on the surface of the jade bottle with his fingers. The roar of the beast subsided immediately.

Whew -

the blood bead flew to the bottle mouth, shrinking rapidly in the process, "tick" fell into it, and the man in black robe could not help smiling.

In recent years, I have found many good things due to my idleness. Although the soul blood jade bottle is not the top good thing, it is very convenient to use.

The God thought sensed for a while, the black robed man murmured: "kill some more, and you can almost get enough. It's necessary for the third stage of awakening of the purple backed green winged ant."

It's true that Qin Huan is the man who is familiar and strange. If he walks in the world, he is destined to be fascinated by countless black robes.

In those days, for the purpose of saving God's vowel sound, we used up all the fuel in the day. Fortunately, the wood of the avenue is not only a fruit of the avenue, but also a treasure.

In addition, for the reason that Qin Huan's blood essence was extracted and integrated into the spirit of Tao, the wood of the avenue was connected with Qin Huan's blood, and a small blue lamp was used to put Qin Huan, who was dying, into the wood of the avenue with the method of great supernatural power, so as to repair the origin with its power.

Fifteen years ago, Qin Huan woke up. Unfortunately, the great array of Yingdu was blocked. He could not find it for a long time. Qin Huan could only wander around in the sea of purgatory like a wandering soul.

Over the years, in order to find the big flaws of Yingdu, he has walked almost every corner of the sea of purgatory. In line with the principle of idleness and finding something to kill time, the monsters and evil spirits he passed through howled and were killed casually.

There are not many times to open the sea of purgatory, but each time it can't stand it, a large number of monks come in, and all of them come from excellent cultivation. Those who go out alive don't say that those who die in it will leave all their wealth behind.

The water boar that died in those days can find the jade soul and ice heart, which is almost extinct in the fairyland. Therefore, we can know that the sea life spirits of purgatory have a rich family.

Nowadays, most of them have entered the storage ring and become Qin Huan's private property. Not to mention, there are still some. In the sea of purgatory, Qin Huan never let go of the opportunities and treasures that were bred The so-called rich search is not just a word.

After killing all, Qin Huan found a suitable one to collect the blood essence and soul for the third stage transformation.

Once completed, the purple back green winged ant has the power to rob the immortals. Its power is extremely terrifying and people are looking forward to it.

Fight the northern monsters and trample on the evil spirits in the south. If you don't like it, you'll fight! In the past 15 years, it was boring. Qin Huan had a good time.

But it's a pleasure. If you really can't get out of the sea of purgatory, even if you survive, by the way, you can take a very sweet bite from that unknown but very powerful character who cultivated the nature of nature a long time ago In a word, Qin Huan was still a tragedy.

Qin Huan didn't want to do tragedy, especially now that he has the qualification to visit Xianzong, Ning Ling is still waiting for him outside."How can I get out of here..." Looking up at the gray sky, murmuring, full of helplessness.