Wanmie Mountain Array

Jian Zhen didn't quite remember how she got back to Lingshan.

He only felt that the world was dark and he seemed to be in darkness. In the darkness, there was a faint light, which flickered, and the whole sky was dyed blood red.

Loneliness, endless loneliness.

He wanted to leave this darkness but there was nowhere to go.

Suddenly, the sky in the distance brightened, and a voice came down: "I can help you get out."

"Go out, will you really help me?"

"Of course, we can make an equal exchange. I'll help you out, and you need to do me a small favor."

"What's the matter?"

"Suppress the fate of the demons for me, so that their demon gods cannot descend upon the world. As long as you help me, I will help you..."

The increasingly distant sound dissipated from the sky.

Jian Zhen's heart suddenly became flustered. He anxiously wanted to chase the light and ask what it meant: "What are you talking about, what demon clan, what destiny, you..."

He staggered forward, and when he opened his eyes he was covered in cold sweat.

What comes into view is the main hall of Lingshan.

A faint scent of sandalwood wafted through her nostrils, and Jane Zhen gasped violently, recovering from the dark shadow and suffocating feeling.

Until a voice came from the side: "Awake?"

Jian Zhen inexplicably felt that the voice was a little fleeting. For almost a moment, he thought he was still trapped in the dream of the past and had not recovered.

Raise your head.

A man in green clothes was standing by a pavilion not far away. He stood with his hands behind his back and his hair was a little gray.

Jian Zhen said: "Grandmaster."

The man nodded gently, he stroked his beard and said, "Wangyou brought you back, saying that you were in a coma with the curse of heaven, so he sent you to me."

Jian Zhen murmured: "Heaven's punishment..."

It was because he changed Ye Jisheng's fate, he changed the fate of a god, so he had to bear the consequences.

The master stood on the high spiritual platform. Snowflakes were falling from outside, but the room was still full of green. He lowered his eyes and looked at Jian Zhen. His calm eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in this world.

Jian Zhen raised her eyes, feeling as if she had been seen through by him.

The master slowly said, "Is it worth it for you to do this?"

This was the second time Jane was asked this question.

Last time it was my senior brother, and this time, it was the only god in the world, the God of Nature.

Jian Zhen did not answer the question directly. He just looked at the person in front of him, the person with white hair standing in the wind and snow, and said softly: "When I first met Master, Master still looked young. Do you think it's worth it?"

But now, he is very old.

As a god, he should be immortal and never grow old.

The master said: "For the sake of the people and disciples of the Immortal Clan, it is naturally worth it."

"It can be seen that in the heart of the master, if it is for the things that he values, then it is worth it." Jian Zhen's figure was a little thin. He raised his pale face and said, "I don't have the ability like the master to protect the people of the world. I just want to protect the people I love."

The master said: "Even if that person is a demon."

Jian Zhen smiled gently, his eyes clear: "To the master or the people of the world, he is a demon god, but to me, he is just Ye Jisheng."

The master asked, "Do you know how your parents died?"

Jane really shook her head.

"Your parents were killed by the demons." The master said, "Even so, you don't care at all?"

Jian Zhen clenched his hands at his sides. He could more or less guess what happened to the original body, but he didn't know it would be like this. If he were the original owner, he would probably have hated the demon by now.

"What does Grandmaster want me to do? Kill the demons and avenge my parents?" Jian Zhen looked up at him and said, "But Grandmaster, do you know how many demons have been killed by the immortals during the years they were enslaved? How many children and parents have died? Grandmaster, do you think this is right?"

The master's eyes became sharp, and he was rarely angry. He asked, "Are you blaming me?"

Jian Zhen: "Disciple dare not."

Endless snowflakes fell. The pressure from God was not something that ordinary people could bear. The curtain fell and Jian Zhen's face turned pale.

"I just wonder when this endless hatred and confrontation between the two races will end. Today you kill me, tomorrow I kill you. If this hatred does not stop, not only my parents, but more people will continue to die." Jian Zhen raised his head, his eyes were clear, "I beg you to let the demons go, and I can assure you that Ye Jisheng will never attack Lingshan."

There was silence in the air.

The master was silent for a long time.

Just when Jane really thought that he didn't believe what she said either.

The master's voice finally fell, and he said, "It's too late."

Jian Zhen suddenly raised his head to look at him. The master was standing in the wind and snow. He said, "This is fate. It cannot be reversed by one person. I only wanted to sacrifice myself in exchange for world peace, but now, I need your help."

Jian Zhen: "Me?"

The master nodded and said, "You are from Wanmie Mountain. You and I are the only ones who can open Wanmie Mountain."

Jian Zhen's pupils trembled slightly and she looked at him in disbelief.

The master said slowly: "Even if your body is that of a person in this world, your soul still has the aura of Wanmie Mountain. Wanmie Mountain is an ancient sacred mountain that erupts every ten million years. All gods will be born there after experiencing disasters. I will never mistake its aura."

Jian Zhen's hands tightly grasped the quilt. He pursed his lips and finally said, "Since the master knows that I am not the soul of this world, he should also understand what I am here for."

The master said: "You must help us, because this is your life."

Jane really looked up at him.

The master's eyes dropped, and his green clothes were particularly dazzling in the snow, like the last trace of green vitality on the sacred mountain. He said, "You have revealed the secrets of heaven and suffered heaven's punishment. Your soul has been severely damaged. If you want to interfere with the way of heaven again, you will surely die."

Jian Zhen fell into a coma again.

When he woke up again, he opened his eyes to see a dark and gloomy sky, as if there was a man-eating beast. Jian Zhen just felt sore and weak all over. He sat up slowly, surrounded by a bleak wind.

A pair of hands reached out to support him: "Be careful."

Jian Zhen looked at the snow-colored brocade clothes in his eyes and said softly: "Senior Brother."

Fu Changhuan said: "You have the curse of heaven's punishment on you, and your health is not good. Master has used his energy to help you, and you are feeling better now."

Jian Zhen was still feeling very depressed, but he didn't want to make the people around him worry, so he said softly, "Thank you, Senior Brother. I'm much better now. Where are we now?"

Fu Changhuan was silent for a moment before he opened his mouth and said, "Wanmie Mountain."

Jane Zhen's whole body froze.

He had heard of the name of Wanmie Mountain for a long time, but this was his first time to see it. The sky was covered with dark clouds and thick fog. This was a famous mountain, which should have been covered with lush forests. However, when he looked at it, it was desolate. The vast expanse was all barren black land, and the mountains were majestic but desolate.

Jian Zhen said softly: "Wanmie Mountain..."

Fu Changhuan said: "Well, this is the most secretive sacred mountain in the Three Realms, Wanmie Mountain. Every tens of millions of years, Wanmie Mountain will open a crack. A large amount of spiritual energy is hidden in the mountain, which is the origin of the spiritual energy of all things in the world."

Jian Zhen sat on a rock, looking at the desolate land not far away, and whispered, "Brother, did you bring me here because of Ye Jisheng?"

Fu Changhuan stood beside him, looking down at him, his face cold and said: "The demon god must not show his power. The master has already arranged a great array to kill gods. We are just here to protect the array. You are the master's disciple, so you have to come."

Jian Zhen blew the cold wind, smiled gently and said: "Protector..."

He had always known that he was not smart.

I also know that he always thinks everything is simple. He hopes that everyone can be fine, but he ignores that people's hearts are complicated.

"Senior Brother asked me to come." Jian Zhen said, "Is it to lure Ye Jisheng over here?"

Fu Changhuan was silent for a moment and said, "Even if you are not here, he will come if he wants to survive the tribulation."

Jian Zhen listened to him quietly, the wind blowing through his hair, his fair face looked a little lonely, he usually loved to laugh but at this moment his face was surprisingly calm, he whispered: "Brother, what would happen if Ye Jisheng entered the God-Slaying Array?"

Fu Changhuan said: "If it was an ordinary God-killing formation with our strength, maybe he would not die, but this formation was set up by our master using his own blood. He will definitely die. This is his fate."

Jian Zhen said softly: "He won't come."

Fu Changhuan said: "No, he is already here."

Before Jian Zhen could say anything, there was a roar of thunder and lightning in the clouds, and a bolt of lightning split the sky.

Fu Changhuan said: "His heavenly tribulation has come."

Jian Zhen was a little surprised and said, "Didn't he just reach the Golden Core stage? How come he is so close to the Spiritual Transformation stage?"

Fu Changhuan lowered his eyes and looked down the mountain and said, "It's a miracle that he can come out alive."

Jian Zhen's heart was shocked: "What...does it mean?"

“Boom!”

Another huge thunder roared and fell.

Jian Zhen glanced to the side, and saw the soul fire all over the sky burning the entire mountain.

At the other end of the road, he saw someone walking up the blood-stained road step by step. Ye Jisheng seemed to be covered in blood. The moment his figure appeared, Jian Zhen's eyes widened, and it seemed that his figure was the only one left in the world.

Jian Zhen subconsciously ran over.

Fu Changhuan held his hand.

Jian Zhen's eyes were red, and his voice was tearful: "Brother, I want to go see him..."

Fu Changhuan's usually cold expression seemed to finally crack at this moment. He grasped Jian Zhen's wrist and said loudly: "He is about to pass the tribulation! From the moment he stepped into this place, he has already stepped into the God-Slaying Formation. You have been cursed by the heavens. If you try to interfere with cause and effect again, your soul will not be able to bear it and you will be torn apart. You are my junior brother, and I don't want to see you lose your life for him!"

For a moment, Jian Zhen felt as if the figure appearing before him was the Immortal Lord tens of millions of years later.

During those two hundred years, it had been growing in front of their windowsill. Sometimes it listened to the Immortal Lord telling him where each family's cave dwellings and treasures were hidden. Sometimes it listened to the Demon God telling him about the rare treasures and strange things in the three realms. At that time, it was really happy and even thought that it would last forever.

At that time, he fantasized about becoming a human.

Imagine how free and happy it would be to travel around the three realms after transforming into a human form.

The Immortal Lord and the Demon God have done him a favor.

They are the most important people in his life.

Jian Zhen's tears fell. He held Fu Changhuan's hand and said, "Brother, stop. Don't go on. I came back from the future with a magic weapon. The God-Slaying Formation can't kill him. Our master will die, and all the disciples of the Immortal Clan will die. Let him go, and let yourselves go. If you continue, the entire Lingshan will be buried with him. Ye Jisheng will really massacre Lingshan!"

As soon as the words fell.

Jian Zhen felt a huge pain in his body. He couldn't hold it back and spit out another mouthful of blood. His whole body was in pain as if he had lost consciousness. There were bursts of thunder in the sky. Traveling through time and space was against the will of heaven, and interfering with cause and effect was an unforgivable crime. Thunder rumbled in the sky as if heaven was expressing its anger.

Amidst the thunder, an extremely cold wind blew over the two people.

Jian Zhen knelt in front of Fu Changhuan: "Brother... please, give up, don't use the Great Array of Gods again..."

Fu Changhuan's eyes slowly turned red. He looked at Jian Zhen with a look that was more complicated than Jian Zhen had ever felt before. He finally said slowly, "So, Ye Jisheng will really kill our people. The power of our master can't do anything to him, and the great array of gods can't do anything to him, right?"

Jian Zhen watched as Fu Changhuan pried her hands apart bit by bit.

The heart of a ruthless Taoist is filled with the common people of the world, great principles and justice.

Fu Changhuan drew his sword and said, "Then I will kill him."

Jane's breath really took a breath.

"I will bear this punishment from heaven." Fu Changhuan lowered his eyes and said, "It is not a pity to exchange my life for the lives of the entire Immortal Clan."

Jian Zhen was powerless to stop him. He could only watch a snow-white figure disappear in front of him and rush towards the flame. He could only watch as the Wanmie Mountain, where the heavenly calamity was about to come, was covered with dark clouds and bursts of thunder.

The huge spiritual energy is vast between heaven and earth.

Two people in the God Transformation Stage and a demigod who has entered a state of madness are fighting, and a huge amount of spiritual energy is stirred up around them.

Fu Changhuan's sword and Ye Jisheng's soul fire intertwined, but he still underestimated Ye Jisheng's strong murderous aura. After just a moment of distraction, endless soul fire spread along his hand and his sword slipped off.

Ye Jisheng sneered.

Fu Changhuan fell to the ground. Ye Jisheng was covered in blood. His eyes were bloodshot. He said in a low voice, "All of you will die."

Ye Jisheng picked up the sharp sword and stabbed it into Fu Changhuan's chest without mercy.

Fu Changhuan's vision was blurred by the pain of the soul fire. He closed his eyes and waited for the fatal sword, but the expected pain did not come. When he opened his eyes, there was a figure in green in front of him.

His junior fellow apprentice stood in front of him.

Jian Zhen's face turned pale, and she slowly fell to the ground. Ye Jisheng's eyes widened, and he looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.

"Clang"

The sword fell to the ground.

Ye Jisheng knelt down and caught Jian Zhen like a madman. He asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you blocking him for him?!"

There was blood on Jian Zhen's chest and on his lips. Even so, he still managed to look back at Fu Changhuan and said, "Brother, are you okay?"

Fu Changhuan froze in place. He was a ruthless person who would never be disturbed by worldly emotions, but at this moment, his brain seemed to have crashed. Jian Zhen's blood was like the sharpest blade in the world, piercing his eyes fiercely. It even seemed that this sword was more painful than stabbing him directly in the body. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't remember anything.

"I'm glad you're okay..."

Jian Zhen's voice was gentle. He smiled and said with some effort: "In this way, I have done my best for you..."

The blood color faded from his cheeks, and his dark eyes clearly reflected Fu Changhuan's figure, as clean and clear as when they first met.

Jian Zhen's voice was very light, but it weighed a thousand pounds on Fu Changhuan's heart. He said, "Thousands of years ago, the Immortal Venerable brought me back from Wanmie Mountain to Lingshan to plant me, and used his heart blood to heal my wounds. Ten thousand years later, the Immortal Venerable and the Grandmaster gave me a place to stay. I owe you this."

Fu Changhuan said: "Don't say anything, I will heal you."

Jian Zhen's blood fell. He gently shook his head in Ye Jisheng's arms and said, "Xian Zun, you, you gave me a life, and I saved you once. Let's count it, have you paid it back?"

Fu Changhuan's heart suddenly turned cold, and what overflowed from his heart was a despair and panic that he didn't understand: "Don't say so much, I will heal you."

Jian Zhen smiled lightly. Dark clouds covered the sky above Wanmie Mountain. The weakest person was the calmest. He rejected him: "Brother, I'm a little tired. I want to talk to Ye Jisheng for a few words. Is that okay?"

Fu Changhuan looked at Ye Jisheng.

Ye Jisheng just held the person in his arms, his eyes always on Jian Zhen, not even a glance at Fu Changhuan.

They hugged each other tightly.

It seems like no one can separate them.

Fu Changhuan stood up slowly. His body was stained red, but it was not his blood. He was not dead, but he felt as if he had died once at this moment.

The strong wind swept up endless dust storms.

Jian Zhen looked up at Ye Jisheng's face and saw that his clothes were soaked in red with wounds all over his body. She raised her hand with difficulty and touched his cheek, smoothing the bleeding wounds. She said softly, "Why are you so stupid? You knew this was a trap, but you still came here."

Ye Jisheng's red eyes stared at Jian Zhen without blinking, his voice a little hoarse: "I'll take you back."

Tears rolled down from Jian Zhen's eyes.

But his heart was full and more at ease than ever before.

A smile formed in Jian Zhen's eyes, and he whispered, "I thought I was going to die, but I'm really happy to see you again."

Blood was oozing out of his wounds, and life seemed to be rapidly draining away from his body.

Ye Jisheng said: "I will take you back, I will take you back now, we will go back to the demon clan, stay away from all of them, I am here to pick you up, my cultivation has improved now, I will not let them hurt you again."

Drops of water fell on Jian Zhen's face, feeling a little cold.

He had seen many versions of Ye Jisheng: flamboyant, brutal, arrogant, and he had also seen downtrodden Ye Jisheng, self-abased, depressed, and lonely.

This was the first time he saw Ye Jisheng's tears. The man who was fearless, full of pride, and who seemed like he wouldn't bend even if his bones were broken, knelt on the ground and hugged him, helpless and desperate. Ye Jisheng said, "You won't die. I won't let you die."

He wanted to stop Jane Zhen's bleeding, but the blood from the wound would not stop.

He wanted to transfer his true energy to Jian Zhen, and he desperately wanted to transfer all his spiritual energy to the person in his arms, but all the spiritual energy dissipated after entering Jian Zhen's body. He could only watch the person in his arms become weaker and weaker. He hugged the person tightly, but still could not stop him from leaving.

Ye Jisheng's hands were covered in blood, and a strong sense of despair emanated from his body. He was as helpless as a trapped animal.

Jian Zhen stroked his cheek to wipe his tears, but found that he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers. Ye Jisheng grabbed his hand and put it on his face. He heard Jian Zhen say, "There is a God-killing Formation on this mountain. It's not good for you. It will seal half of your power. Your heavenly tribulation has not yet arrived. It's not too late to leave now."

very nice.

Tears blurred Jane Zhen's eyes.

He thought that he had finally made it in time this time and saved Ye Jisheng before the God-Slaying Formation was formed.

Ye Jisheng seemed to be deaf to everything. He held Jian Zhen in his arms and said, "I'll take you to find a pharmacist. Where is your immortal clan's pharmacist? Can the master save you? I'll take you to find him..."

Jian Zhen gently pulled him back, her strength was so small that it was almost negligible, but Ye Jisheng still stopped moving and listened to Jian Zhen's very soft voice saying, "It's useless. I was punished by heaven and my three souls and seven spirits were injured. No pharmacist can save me. I don't regret it at all... I don't regret it at all. I did what I wanted to do. Don't blame yourself, and don't blame yourself."

The sky was filled with dark clouds and thunder roared.

Tears fell into his palms, so hot, Ye Jisheng's red eyes were full of despair and deep sorrow, the young demon god thought that the most painful tribulation was nothing more than thousands of heavenly thunders, but now he felt the heart-wrenching pain.

On Wanmie Mountain, the man held the person in his arms, as if they were the only ones left in the world.

The curse mark of heaven's punishment appeared on Jian Zhen's body. He snuggled in Ye Jisheng's arms. His whole body was in great pain as if being pierced by thousands of needles. But when he looked into Ye Jisheng's eyes, his eyebrows curved. The feeling of weightlessness that made his soul dispersed made it difficult for him to hear the sounds around him. He spoke with difficulty and said in a gentle voice: "Ye Jisheng, I'm a little tired. I want to take a nap..."

The person holding him seemed to say something. He tried hard to hear clearly, but he could hear nothing.

Tears blurred my eyes.

The last thing Jian Zhen's palm could feel was Ye Jisheng's warmth. He used his last bit of strength to gently say, "In fact, I still have a lot of things to say to you. If, if there is an afterlife, I still want to be the little grass in front of your window, without anyone else, without the responsibility of the world, and without hatred. I am just a little grass, together with you..."

There were tears falling on his face.

"Maybe we'll have another child by then, and we, our family will never..."