Chapter 195 The deity is Candle Dragon! Not Shenlong!
Two hundred years have passed in a flash. During the two hundred years, Zhou Ji seldom mentioned it, but he often remembered it.
Think of the sea of white flowers blooming all over the hillside outside the villa; think of every bit of experience with her.
These mediocre memories should have gradually faded over the course of two hundred years, but they are unforgettable for some reason.
Zhou Ji stroked his palm lightly over his chest, as if he had recovered his former self, and said with a dumb smile: "You can't talk nonsense, we haven't had time to fight."
"What?" The three people present looked at each other, Zhou Ji coughed slightly in embarrassment, and changed the subject: "The three of you are not going to Zhoushan, but to go to the ghost world?"
"How do you know?" Yun Tianhe stared at Zhou Ji with wide-eyed eyes. Murong Ziying next to him, who was more thoughtful, could not help but change his face slightly, and looked at Zhou Ji with more hesitation.
"Just let me count with my fingers~" Zhou Ji smiled, turned to look at Solanum nigrum, and said with a smile: "I heard that there is a place in the ghost world called 'Reincarnation Mirror', as long as you stand in front of the wheel mirror and miss it sincerely, You will see the souls of your dead relatives, if your brother has not been reincarnated, maybe you will be able to see him in front of the reincarnation mirror."
"Great! Xiaokui is going to see her brother soon!" Solanum nigrum showed an unusually sweet smile, and happily floated around Zhou Ji.
Floating around
Seeing this scene, Yun Tianhe was a little dumbfounded, until he let out a cry of pain, he interrupted the dancing of Solanum nigrum, noticed the dumbfounded Murong Ziying next to him, and then saw Yun Tianhe who kept rubbing his arms, Solanum nigrum 'ah! ~' and retracted into the magic sword, but it couldn't be called out no matter how you called it.
"It hurts~ Lingsha, why are you pinching me?"
"If I don't pinch you again, your eyeballs will pop out, right?"
The man and woman beside him began to flirt as if no one was there. Murong Ziying looked at the magic sword behind Zhou Ji with a straight face, frowned and said, "Is the rumored magic sword on the back of fellow daoist?"
"That's right." Zhou Ji nodded slightly, patted the hilt of the sword lightly, and said with a smile, "The woman just now was named Solanum nigrum, and she is the spirit of the magic sword, not an ordinary ghost."
Zhou Ji briefly described the origin of the magic sword, and expressed the hope that he could go to the ghost world with the three of them, take her to the reincarnation mirror, and see if he could find Longyang.
Yun Tianhe, who was simple in nature, immediately agreed, patted his chest.
After hearing the legend of the reincarnation mirror, he immediately thought of his parents, and Han Lingsha also missed his uncle, so he agreed.
The two agreed, so they both looked at Murong Ziying. The blinking eyes and pleading eyes made this cold-looking orthodox monk a little uncomfortable, so he could only hold his forehead and say, "You...don't look at me, although I I don’t want to cause extra problems, but you all want to go, of course I can only accompany you.”
Compared with Tianhe and Lingsha, Murong Ziying was frail when he was young, and his family was afraid that he would not live long, so he was sent to Kunlun Mountain to practice at a very young age. Since then, he has never had any contact with his family. , It can be said that the kinship is extremely weak, and there is no way to remember it.
Now that the four had decided to travel together, Zhou Ji exchanged names with them. Solanum nigrum heard everyone's conversation in the magic sword, and leaned out of the magic sword with some embarrassment, rubbing the already broken skirt corner, thanked Yun Tianhe and others.
Buzhou Mountain reached the God Realm, and touched the Netherworld below. The mountain body was transformed by the body of the dragon holding the candle. The four of them walked along the ridge.
Due to Han Lingsha's weak constitution, when she arrived at a platform, Yun Tianhe hurriedly supported her to rest beside a boulder. Zhou Ji kept trying to mention this on the way, but couldn't find any chance. Kung Fu, looking at Han Lingsha next to him, sighed faintly.
"Master Zhou laughed at the relapse of the old illness." Han Lingsha thought that Zhou Ji's sigh was for this pause in the middle, so she smiled weakly at Zhou Ji, and said with a pale face.
"The spring silkworms will die when the silkworms die, and the wax torch will turn into ashes and tears will dry." Zhou Ji recalled this poem by Li Shangyin, and sighed softly, "Miss Lingsha misunderstood, I didn't feel that the girl was a drag on the schedule, but regretted it. A beauty is fleeting, but a beautiful woman is short-lived."
Speaking of this, the three of Yun Tianhe, Murong Ziying and Solanum nigrum couldn't help looking at Zhou Ji, Zhou Ji continued: "When I was on the road just now, I saw that your complexion was not good. I found that your soul is about to burn out, and your lifespan is also coming to an end."
"Ah? How could this be?" Solanum nigrum couldn't help covering her mouth, looking at Han Lingsha with pity and disbelief.
"Impossible! Lingsha is just physically weak and afraid of the cold. With the red soul gifted by Elder Chongguang, nothing will happen." Yun Tianhe stood up suddenly, but was held back by Lingsha, and Murong Ziying beside him said in a deep voice : "What do you mean by this? Please tell me, fellow daoist."
Zhou Ji said in a deep voice: "Her soul seems to be bound to a certain magic weapon. Whenever the magic weapon is in operation, it will extract a part of the original power from her body. If Miss Lingsha has a deep cultivation base, she may be able to maintain it. This loss, it is a pity that she has already suffered a loss of Yin virtue, coupled with her shallow cultivation base, her original source has already been exhausted, and what is now wasted is her last soul."
"!!"
No one has ever told them these things, whether it is Suyu, the current head of the Qionghua Sect, Xuan Xiao who has just escaped from the ice, or Tianhe Ziying Lingsha, their most trusted elder Chongguang Qingyang, Knowing the truth, but concealing it from them.
Everyone has selfish desires, and so do these people from the Qionghua sect.
Use Wangshu, Xi and the two swords to bind the demon world, pull the demon world that approaches the human world every nineteen years to the top of Kunlun Mountain, use the spirit stones of the demon world to set up a giant magic circle, and then move the entire Qionghua faction and Ju faction to the top of Kunlun Mountain. Ascend!
This is the long-cherished wish of three generations of the Qionghua faction, and it is also a brave attempt by the Qionghua faction for the immortal way since the immortal road was cut off.
The fairy gate is closed, and it is difficult for the human race to cultivate the immortal way, so pack up the guys and fly to the heaven with your own mountain.
What is hard to leave homeland, what is chicken and dog ascending to heaven.
Such a feat, if placed in the future world, is no less than a "wandering earth".
Unfortunately, nineteen years ago, Yun Tianhe's father abducted Suyu, who was supposed to cooperate with Xuan Xiao, and took Wang Shu away, delaying this ridiculous plan of the Qionghua School for nineteen years.
Without the Xihe sword in Xuanxiao's hand, Suyu, the host of Wangshu sword, eventually died beside Wangshu sword due to cold air erosion, while Xuanxiao, the host of Xihe sword, suffered from the fire every day, and his meridian Suyao, who was rebellious and then succeeded as the head of Qionghua, was designed to be banned for nineteen years.
Now the Qionghua faction, who had been disappointed with Wangshu for nineteen years, finally waited for the son of the traitor back then, when Yun Tianhe brought Wangshujian and Han Lingsha, the new host of Wangshujian, to the mountain gate.
Whether it was Murong Ziying's most trusted uncle or uncle, or Suyao and Xuan Xiao, they all concealed Han Lingsha's physical condition very tacitly, and only used some simple gentle spirits to make her last as long as possible. The Huaju faction soared.
This is the selfish desire of the top Qionghua faction.
Thus, Zhou Ji guided the three of them as much as possible and asked them to 'guess' these reasons.
Yun Tianhe has a simple personality and a stubborn mind. He didn't understand Zhou Ji's metaphor at all. He only knew that Lingsha's body was getting worse and worse not because of weakness and chills, but because she was about to be killed by something.
He doesn't want to die, absolutely not.
"Then can you save Lingsha?" Yun Tianhe looked anxiously at Zhou Ji. The eagerness and anxiety in his eyes warmed Han Lingsha's heart. Be worried about.
"If that magic weapon was a sword, it would be easy. I only need to touch it to erase its connection with Miss Lingsha." Zhou Ji spread out his palm, and a faint light flickered on the square formation.
In a trance, Murong Ziying felt that all the fairy swords in the sword box trembled involuntarily, and even the Tianhe sword behind Yun Tianhe trembled. If it hadn't been controlled as hard as possible, it might fly out automatically, bowing the sword to Zhou Ji .
"Who woke me up!"
Just when everyone was shocked, there was a sudden thunderous noise in the sky, and the mountain trembled suddenly. A phantom of a giant dragon poked its head from the clouds. The mountains are similar, and the five people stand in front of it like ants.
Zhulong opened his eyes to look at everyone, and the huge dragon's eyes revealed a faint light, illuminating the entire platform.
All phantoms can't hide under the dim light, except the position of Zhou Ji's right hand, which is like a black hole in the abyss, swallowing all the light.
Murong Ziying came to her senses, apologized and saluted: "We are disciples of Kunlun Qionghua Sect, specializing in cultivating immortals, and now because of important matters, we are here to find the entrance to the ghost world. We definitely do not mean to offend!"
"Kunlun Qionghua Sect? It's ridiculous for ordinary people to dream of cultivating immortals. How many people will fulfill their wishes in the ages?! It's better to be obediently born, old, sick and die!" Zhulong's tone was quite disdainful, and it also had such capital to express disdain.
After Zhulong finished speaking, his tone became more cautious, "I just felt the breath outside the Three Realms~! Isn't it someone who can project this world?"
Although its gaze illuminated the entire platform, Zhou Ji could still feel that the other party was speaking to him.
So he smiled lightly, touched his nose and walked in front of everyone, raised his eyes and said: "My name is Zhou Ji, this is Yun Tianhe, that girl is called Han Lingsha, and this sword repairer is called Murong Ziying, I don't know Who is the 'powerful reincarnation' mentioned by the seniors?"
Zhulong took a deep look at Zhou Ji, said something funny, and was about to leave, but was stopped by Yun Tianhe.
"Hey~ Shenlong, I haven't told us where the entrance to the ghost world is yet? We came here just to know how to enter the ghost world! It doesn't matter what kind of power it is, whether it's cultivation or not!"
"This deity is the candle dragon! The dragon holding the candle!"
Zhulong looked at Yun Tianhe, then at Zhou Ji, and asked, "Zhou Ji, are you planning to go to the Nether Ghost Realm too?"
Zhou Ji nodded, patted the magic sword beside him, and said with a smile: "I promised her to help her find her brother. I heard that there is a mirror of reincarnation in the ghost world, so I want to try my luck."
"Ha!~" Zhulong couldn't help laughing, the clouds and thunder were rolling, and the dust that was falling down was getting bigger and bigger, and the whole Buzhou Mountain was caught in a dust storm in a moment.
"Do you really only want to go to the ghost world?" Zhulong smiled and looked down at Zhou Ji, "Or do you want to go to another place below the ghost world?"
Zhou Ji smiled bitterly: "Are you talking about the evil spirit world? It would be great if Zhulong could help me open the evil spirit world."
Zhulong shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "There is an unspeakable taboo suppressed by the evil spirit world. This deity sits here not only to inherit the Tianzhu, but also to suppress this thing. If you can take it away, it will be a big deal for this deity. It's a good thing to say. It's a pity that this deity can't help you before the destiny comes."
Zhou Ji was a little disappointed for a while.
The Candle-holding Dragon can be said to be the real ceiling of combat power in the Three Immortals and Four Immortals. It has a cultivation base of 100,000 years, the power to support the Three Realms, and it is easy to speak.
If he can't open the evil spirit world ahead of time, then he can only get back the Absolute Immortal Sword until eight hundred years later, when the evil sword fairy is in troubled times.
"If you are in the ghost world, this deity can help you." The dragon holding a candle spewed five rays of mysterious light from its mouth, and covered the four people present with a sword. When the aura of a stranger is not detected by the ghosts, it will dissipate by itself after twelve hours."
After finishing speaking, a vortex magic circle appeared on the platform, and Zhulong continued: "This magic circle never returns. You have to figure out how to return from the ghost world to the human world."
Yun Tianhe was dumbfounded and said: "Ah? So I have to find my own way back to the world..."
Zhulong laughed loudly when he heard the words, and for a while, snow-like dust fell from the overcast sky again. Yun Tianhe waved his hands again and again and said: "Master Shenlong, don't laugh, don't laugh, if you laugh again, it will be an avalanche."
"Interesting mortal." Only then did Zhulong focus on Yun Tianhe.
It can feel that Zhou Ji's attitude is normal because he holds the hole card and knows it quite well.
But the young man in front of him can have such an attitude, but he has a pure heart, sincere and clean.
Having never seen such a pure person for a long time, Zhulong felt bad taste for a moment, and transferred the unhappiness he encountered from Zhou Ji to Yun Tianhe.
"Ordinary people, Zhou Ji has someone to rely on, but you are different. If you go to the ghost world, one of your confidante and best friends must die, how would you answer this deity?"
"Then I won't choose any of them." Yun Tianhe said in a deep voice, "Although in order to find my friend, I must go to the ghost world, but if I have to lose another friend because of this, I would rather not! Even if I leave Buzhou Mountain, You can always find other ways to enter the ghost world!"
"Mouth~" Zhulong was about to laugh again, when he suddenly thought of Yun Tianhe's words just now, he was stunned halfway, and held back.
"Mortal, you are very interesting. You must still not see the real despair in the world. You must think that everything can be solved by your own strength. One day, when you have tasted the bitterness of the world, you may feel the real despair."
Zhulong's figure gradually faded away, and a stream of light poured into Yun Tianhe's body from between his eyebrows.
"When your life is over, this deity will come to you to see if you are still so free and easy!"
(end of this chapter)