The nightmare in the cultivation world has become more and more arrogant in the past few days. The Zhenlong chess game spreads in the world like a plague. The person behind the scenes is like a madman, not picking on the identity of the host at all. Whether it is an octogenarian or a child with yellow mouth, they are all collected in the tent.

No one can guess what he wants to do.

Someone asked Tianyin Pavilion for help sadly, but the Lord of Tianyin Pavilion suddenly said that he couldn't come out of illness. Even if someone fled to death in front of the pavilion, the door would not open. Gradually, these people finally understood with great reluctance - perhaps from the beginning, they were wrong.

But it was too late. Grandmaster Mo died, Chu Wanning's whereabouts were unknown, the top of life and death collapsed, and the major sects were unable to take care of themselves. More and more Zhenlong chess pieces who had lost their spiritual consciousness wandered around the world, killing people and setting fires. The battle was like burning with dry grass, and it had already spread the entire world of cultivation at an astonishing speed.

Jiangdu, Yangzhou, Shuzhong, Leizhou... carved beams and painted buildings, snow on the night of the building, all sighed dullly in the scorching flames, walls collapsed, and many worldly winds and moons were solemnly drifting in this catastrophe.

On the observatory platform of Tianyin Pavilion, Master looked at the distant mountains and waters in chaos. He stood alone for a while, and faint footsteps came from behind him.

The woman's silk shoes were stomping on the thin snow, covered her hands, and Mu Yanli put on his cold clothes.

"Where is the Immortal Lord?"

“He set out this morning.”

"...You have sent him to do that?" Mu Yanli was slightly surprised, "Why is it so fast?"

"There is nothing to wait for. All the preparations should be made. Now everything is ready. It's up to him.

After Shi Mei finished speaking this, he spoke again for a while before he spoke again, and there was a hint of trembling in his always calm voice.

"Sister." He murmured to Mu Yanli, "After so many years, two lives, I finally did..."

Mu Yanli turned his face and saw moist water vapor flashing in his peach blossom eyes, which seemed extremely excited and extremely aggrieved.

Shi Mei closed her eyes and couldn't help but tremble slightly: "Let's go."

He said in a low voice: "The door to life and death in time is about to open. We will bring all the pieces we have made and send them there."

"All the pieces?"

“All.”

"But so many people..." Mu Yanli's face was a little pale, but when she saw Shi Mei's expression of pain and excitement, she still said firmly, "...Okay. I understand."

She turned around and left, and was about to step down the edge of the observatory, Shi Mei suddenly called her.

"etc!"

She turned around and saw under the dim sky, Shi Mei leaned sideways, and the strong wind blew his cloak. He looked at Mu Yanli, as if he wanted to say something, but his eyes were red, but he never said it.

Mu Yanli looked at him for a while, and then Mu Yanli said, "Don't worry, even if it's cruel, I won't betray you."

Shi Mei suddenly closed his eyes. People seemed to be so sensitive and fragile at critical moments.

His voice trembled slightly: "I have betrayed myself in this life..."

"He didn't betray you." Mu Yanli said, "He betrayed the entire Butterfly Bone Clan and betrayed all of us. His hands were filled with the blood of the monk Wustained - but he has condemned us to hell from then on."

“…”

"I understand your helplessness." Mu Yanli said to Shi Mingjing, "An Nan, no matter what people in this world say about you, you are a well-deserved hero in the Butterfly Bone Beauty clan."

She left.

The master watched her back gradually move away, then turned around, put his hands on the carved railings and jade bricks, and the cold touch spread to his heart.

"Hero?" Shi Mei raised his head, looked at the dark clouds in the air, and sighed for a while, "Heroes can't be done. No hero has ever been borne so many lives."

There seemed to be a moment of sadness in his eyes, and then it condensed into ice again.

"I, Hua Binan, have tried my best to fight with the sky and the earth for two lifetimes. I don't believe that the way of heaven cannot be changed - now the gate of life and death in time and space, the Zhenlong chess game, these forbidden techniques are already in my palm. I want to see who else in this world can stop me."

Knives are pinched into jade color.

"Forget it, the hero. I just want to find a way out."

Three words scattered into the wind.

“For us.”

A black figure swept across the vast Kunlun snowy land.

The strong wind and snow slashed his cheeks like a knife, but he narrowed his eyes that were so dark that he was purple, and he couldn't seem to feel this bone-accusing chill.

He was like a vulture flying on a cliff, flying on a green tiles, with light steps and quick skills. Kunlun stepped on the snow palace and so many patrol masters had not noticed his arrival. The snow surface he walked past was not even a trace.

Soon the man rushed to the highest top of the Snow Palace, from which he could see the Tianchi Lake in the wind and snow, hazy and quiet, and water mist was filled with mist.

The black lightning-like figure stopped.

The man stood on the top of Kunlun, standing straight like a bayonet, looking at the surface of Tianchi Lake with dark eyes. The wind blew, and it was very fast, blew down his cloak, revealing a pale and bloodless handsome face.

It is the Emperor of Immortality.

After experiencing the second tempering of Shi Mei, he possessed the spiritual core of Master Mo and restored his powerful power as strong as before. He no longer disobeyed the orders of the "master".

He finally became the murderous blade and the source of spiritual power that satisfy Shi Mingjing.

However, since Tianyin Pavilion woke up, some scattered fragments always appeared in the mind of the immortal king. He had always thought that he hated Chu Wanning, his love for his teacher Mingjing, and his joy, anger, love and hate were related to these two people.

But he vaguely felt something was wrong.

Recently, he often hears a blurry sound and sees some blurry scenes.

He saw Chu Wanning wrapping his hands carefully in Mengpo Hall, and heard himself say to Chu Wanning: "Master, we have started over, okay? Do you understand me... okay..."

He saw a moon in the sea cliff, and his heart was shining on both sides. He held Chu Wanning's hand tightly, while Chu Wanning kept lowering his head, and the phoenix eyes, which had always been sharp, seemed to be wet and red. He heard Chu Wanning say to him: "I'm not good. I've never been liked by anyone..."

He saw him and Chu Wanning lingering on the bed in the inn, and the wind and rain outside had nothing to do with them.

He saw Chu Wanning lifting his eyebrows and looking at him-

Suddenly my heart was palpitations.

The Immortal Lord opened his eyes suddenly.

What are these?

He saw Chu Wanning staring at him gently, which was the look he had once tortured and imprisoned Ling/indulged but could not even be replaced by death.

The immortal lord felt his head hurt. He raised his hand, and the daylight halo shone on the cold spikes on his wrist guard. He rubbed his forehead and cursed in a low voice: "What a mess?"

He stood on the roof and was stunned for a while. Kunlun was snowy and frost was covered in his shoulders. He felt a little surprised because deep down he felt that this was also good, like a good dream, and he felt peaceful because of Chu Wanning's gentle eyes in the dream.

“…I’m really crazy.”

He blinked, threw these ridiculous thoughts behind his head and continued to move forward.

The master's order was to let him go to the most spiritual power of Kunlun and completely open the door of time and space life and death to the previous life. So he should go north as appropriate. But when he saw Tianchi, he still couldn't help but circle around.

That was where he lost Chu Wanning forever.

The Immortal Lord stood there restrainedly for a while, but in the end he couldn't help but walk there in a fascinating way. But just as he passed by the palace corridor of the Snow Palace, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Dad...mother..."

The sound was very familiar. He suddenly stopped and hid in the dark, revealing his dark eyes, looking down.

Then he saw clearly, and he couldn't help but sneer: "I said who it is, it turns out it is you."

In that courtyard, Xue Meng was the only one. Xue Meng was holding a pot of wine and leaning on the table, and she was already drunk.

"This time, your parents are not the ones whom I have killed." The Immortal Lord admired Xue Meng's drunkenness for a while, and touched his chin. "But when you are sad, I am very happy. I haven't forgotten who made a hole in my chest before."

"How is it, isn't it very good to feel distressed?"

The courtyard was silent and there was no one else.

The Immortal Lord stared at his head for a while, and suddenly he had an idea and the black shadow blew. He had already arrived in front of Xue Meng.

The drunken Phoenix did not notice his arrival, and still reached out to rub the wine pot, trying to pour the nectar inside into his mouth again.

But suddenly a cold hand reached out, pinched the body of the red mud pot, stopping his movements.

"Who are you..."

"You guess."

Xue Meng reluctantly lifted a swollen eye that cried until she was swollen, and looked up along the hand in a daze. He met the handsome but ridiculous face of the Emperor of the Immortal.

The Immortal Lord has never seen Xue Meng like this depressed. Although he firmly believed that Xue Meng had secretly collapsed many times in his previous life, this was the first time he saw it with his own eyes. He licked his lips and felt very excited and exciting.

He leaned over, staring at Xue Meng as if he was staring at his prey: "It turns out that Chu Wanning's most proud apprentice would also get drunk with wine and drink it into a mess of mud."

He said, sitting diagonally on the edge of the stone table, and then reached out to lift Xue Meng's chin.

"I haven't seen you when you were young for a long time." The Immortal Lord sighed a little, "I have been in that world for too long, and I almost forgot what domineering face you had when you were young."

Fingertips rubbed them little by little.

Flashed over the cheeks, nose bridge, eyebrows, and then poked them lightly or seriously on the forehead.

"Xue Meng, do you know? There is one thing that I actually regretted." He looked at Xue Meng's stunned eyes and gradually showed a chilling smile. "In my previous life, I had a moment of kindness and let you live, but you wanted to kill me in turn. Sometimes I was wondering... should I kill you at the beginning?"

"A man, those who live are comfortable, while those who die may not be painful." Ta Xianjun's voice was low and gloomy, "Xue Meng, do you want to accompany your parents?"

He said, leaning down.

The cold breath brushed against Xue Meng's cheek, and the two cold fingers touched the artery on the side of Xue Meng's neck - during this process, he kept staring at Xue Meng's eyes.

He looked at his reflection in his hazy tears, like a ghost coming to the world.
To be continued...