"Brother..." Yin Biyue was slightly startled when he woke up. It was not pitch black around him, but the sky was bright, and he could clearly see the slightly frowning eyebrows of the people around him. He asked, "Brother, how long have I slept?"
Luo Mingchuan carefully helped the man up and probed his spiritual veins. Yin Biyue did not move, allowing Luo Mingchuan's true essence to enter his body while looking around.
They were at a mountain stream. The soil was moist, the grass was lush by the water, the air was thick with the fragrance of vegetation, and in the dim morning light, the mountains and rivers were peaceful and beautiful.
But he always felt something was wrong.
Luo Mingchuan avoided answering, "How do you feel now?"
Yin Biyue's true essence circulated in his body for a week, and there was still some residual medicinal power in his meridians, which caused a slight tingling pain. The broken bones were healing, and fortunately, his heart meridian was not injured. The wounds were treated, and even the bloodstained Taoist robe was clean and new.
The more Yin Bi thought about it, the more he realized how much Luo Mingchuan had done while he was unconscious.
The senior brother should have been more seriously injured than him, but he had to take care of him instead.
So he held Luo Mingchuan's hand on his pulse point to stop him from transferring his true energy to him, "I'm fine, how are you, brother?"
Luo Mingchuan replied, "No problem." He hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth, "I recover quickly."
This was something that even he himself began to fear.
He originally thought that using the Galan pupil technique to perform a method beyond his realm in this battle would definitely result in a severe backlash. However, the moment he broke through the golden light formation, the huge pressure directly crushed every inch of his spiritual veins. He even broke two ribs.
But after the real fall, it only took a moment of fainting for a cup of tea before the body began to repair itself.
Only magic cultivators have such incredibly powerful recovery abilities.
He told the truth, his face was calm, but his heart was beating like a drum. He thought, maybe his junior fellow apprentice would also think... that he was a demon cultivator.
Yin Biyue didn't completely believe it, so he pulled up Luo Mingchuan's right hand and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his wrist, which had been bloody and mangled, had now become smooth again without even a scar left.
He smiled and said, "You're recovering quickly, which is a good thing. I'm glad that you're okay, brother."
He seldom smiles, but every time he does, it's like ice and snow just beginning to melt.
The chill in Luo Mingchuan's heart dissipated and he laughed softly.
Yin Biyue felt his chest tremble slightly, and then she realized that she had been half lying in her senior brother's arms.
Ah, I am so heavy! Brother, you are so hard-working! QAQ
His face felt hot and he hurriedly stood up.
Luo Mingchuan let him go naturally, stood up and dusted off his robes.
Seeing that his senior brother acted like a gentleman, Yin Biyue felt that he was being too shy and there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
His attention immediately shifted to the main business. "Brother, did you find the flaw in the formation before? Do you think we are still in the Titian Mountains now?"
They originally fell from the cracks in the abyss, but strangely came here. It might be that the formation was too powerful and distorted the space. It might also be that there was a different world under Xingshan Temple.
The two walked along the stream, taking in the surroundings and guessing the current situation.
Luo Mingchuan had used his spiritual sense to look far away before, but did not find any danger. "There is something strange about the golden light formation. I noticed that there is an unstable vein under the formation, and the energy fluctuations are different from other places. I just wanted to try to break the formation, but I didn't expect to come here... The species of trees here and the humidity of the air are different from those in the Titian Mountains. It's like... another world."
In fact, there is one thing he didn't say.
He decisively chose to jump into the abyss because he sensed a familiar aura. It was as if something of the same origin was attracting him.
This feeling is too illusory to be taken seriously. Telling it will only make his fellow apprentice worry about him.
Yin Biyue's spiritual sense was very powerful. At this time, it had recovered 60% of its original state. He could tell that this was not the Tixiang Mountains. He was thoughtful and couldn't help muttering, "There is something strange about the golden light formation..."
Luo Mingchuan nodded and said, "Yes. The mountain protection formation of Cangya Mountain costs 80,000 spirit stones every year just for maintenance. It consumes more to activate it once. It also needs the 'Cangyai Order' left by the founder of the mountain or the magic weapon 'Chunshan Xiao' to support it."
Yin Biyue understood what he meant.
Even Cangya's mountain protection formation is like this, not to mention that Xingshan Temple has supported a wonderful formation from the "Age of All Saints" for a million years and preserved it to this day. How much does it cost? It is impossible to count.
Although the temple has the foundation and resources, it is far from the required level.
Yin Biyue calmed down and looked at the place.
Finally found out what was wrong.
There were sounds of wind, water, and the sound of pine trees in the mountains, but there was no sound of any living thing.
There are no birds in the woods, no fish in the water, and no insects in the grass.
The climate was pleasant and the soil and water were fertile, but apart from him and Luo Mingchuan, there was no sign of any living creatures.
It was already bright in the sky, but the sun was no longer visible. The originally peaceful and beautiful mountains and rivers seemed lifeless.
This place is like a dead place.
Yin Biyue felt a little cold in his heart, "Perhaps the golden light formation is not supported by spirit stones and magic weapons, but by some kind of life force..."
This speculation was so absurd that even he couldn't continue.
Luo Mingchuan did not answer directly, but he had similar guesses in his mind.
The two men didn't say anything else, and walked deeper into the woods vigilantly and tacitly.
There, magnificent yellow tiles appeared among the branches, and it was the only building in the entire forest.
As we got closer, the vermilion lacquer plaque had already lost its color, and we could just barely make out four large, mottled characters: Great Hall.
It says it is a temple, but it is not very big and can only be considered a Buddhist hall.
Along the way, they have been able to confirm that this place is definitely not an illusion. Now seeing the Buddhist hall that looks exactly like the one in Xingshan Temple, it means that under this abyss, there is indeed another world behind the temple.
The Buddhist temple stands alone in the wild, its door sealed and locked, covered with dust for years, and its wooden doors and window frames are so old that no one knows how old they are.
It seemed as if a gust of wind could destroy it, but as it got closer to here, the wind died down.
Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan looked at each other.
Not only do practitioners have sharper five senses than ordinary people, but as their realm improves and their souls become stronger, their intuition will become more and more accurate. At this time, they all felt that perhaps the strangeness of the golden light formation was in this Buddhist temple.
The two did not rush in, but first released their spiritual sense to carefully inspect it. They did not find anything unusual.
Yin Biyue pushed the door open with the tip of his scabbard, and the stone lock fell off with a sound, and smoke and dust rushed in his face.
The light in the Buddhist hall was dim. There was a thick layer of incense ash on the apricot-yellow curtains, but no cobwebs were seen.
Although the top beam is rotten, the structure is tight and solid. The main beam is two overlapping six-rafter beams, and on top of them are four-rafter beams and flat beams that decrease layer by layer.
Such complicated craftsmanship has long been simplified and eliminated, and can no longer be seen even in Xingshan Temple.
But in the Age of Saints, it was the mainstream of Buddhist temples and other buildings.
Although the altar opposite is high, the Buddha's body is not big.
With his eyes half closed, he sits cross-legged, with his left hand across his knee and his right hand pointing upwards, forming the Dharma Seal.
It was originally gilded, but due to age, it has peeled off piece by piece, revealing its original dark brown color. It looks kind but also a bit hideous.
Luo Mingchuan stood in front of him and stepped into the Buddhist hall, when he suddenly felt a severe dizziness.
He turned around and wanted to say "Don't come in", but his body fell straight backwards!
Seeing that his face looked strange, Yin Biyue became concerned and took two quick steps to support him.
At the same moment when I stepped into the Buddhist temple, my vision suddenly went dark, and the last thing I saw was the Buddha statue with half-closed eyes.
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Luo Mingchuan stood on the edge of the cliff, still a little dazed.
He remembered that he and his junior fellow apprentice were clearly in Xingshan Temple, but now...
"Devil!"
A loud shout sounded like thunder.
His head was dizzy and he felt pain all over his body. He was suddenly awakened by the sound and looked down to see that he was covered in blood.
The wind was so strong on the edge of the cliff that it seemed like it could blow people off.
Somehow, he knew that the area below was the Meteorite Abyss.
The junior brother in front of him seemed to have grown up a lot overnight, and the gray hair disease that had always worried him was gone. His three thousand black hair and white Taoist robes fluttered in the wind, and his hand holding the sword had distinct joints and was as white as jade.
It was still the same Yihu Sword, but the tip of the sword was pointing at him.
Blood was dripping from the sword.
There were many people standing behind Yin Biyue, including an old man from the Baopu Sect wearing a green Taoist robe, and a monk in a bright yellow cassock. Looking further back, there were people from various sects.
But they did not take any action, just watched it all with indifference.
Luo Mingchuan raised his eyes and looked straight at the stranger in front of him. He found that every word he said was extremely difficult. "Junior brother, do you believe them? You want to kill me?"
The thing that I feared the most and was most reluctant to face finally happened.
Yin Biyue's frosty expression changed for the first time. He raised his eyebrows slightly.
"I want to kill you, what does it have to do with others? We should have an end to this."
Luo Mingchuan was in a trance for a moment. The boy in his memory also stood with a sword in his hand. But he stood with him, his eyes firm, "If I must believe in something, I believe in my brother."
It was clearly something that happened yesterday, but it seemed like a lifetime ago, and he could hardly remember whether it really happened.
Yesterday we were, today you and me.
The moment the sword pierced my heart, it was not as painful as I had imagined.
The gushing blood actually made people sober, and they could clearly feel the loss of life.
The sword pierced through the body, revealing an inch, and the distance between the two was very close. Luo Mingchuan stared straight into those eyes, but smiled, "I don't know who you are, but you are definitely not my junior brother. My junior brother will not look at me like this."
It wasn't the sword that hurt people, but his cold eyes.
The man holding the Yihu Sword said nothing and kicked him down into the Meteorite Abyss coldly.
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Yin Biyue still felt dizzy.
He opened his eyes and looked at the reflection of the glazed bricks beneath him. His pale face was reflected in the interweaving of light and dark.
I realized that I was kneeling on the ground. The chill spread through my knees and all over my body.
He wanted to stand up, but it felt like a mountain was pressing down on his shoulders, and just straightening his back was already his limit.
Looking up, I saw a vast and boundless hall with twelve bronze lampstands. The candlelight was flickering, but there was no warmth at all.
The throne at the end of the hall was high up, and one could only clearly see someone sitting on it, but their face was dim and unclear in the shadows.
The man spoke in a low voice. But it somehow gave off a vague and boundless meaning, echoing in the empty hall, "Have you thought it through?"
Yin Biyue was startled. He felt that he must know the person on the throne.
The next moment, the man calmly stood up and walked down from the high steps.
The layers of hems of the clothes meandered on the ground like a surging dark tide.
The intricate array runes on the wide sleeves looked as terrifying as living things under the flickering flames.
After just a moment of feinting, he crossed the vast hall and stood in front of Yin Biyue.
Yin Biyue finally understood why she felt familiar.
Because this person is Luo Mingchuan.
But anyone who has seen Luo Mingchuan will not mistake the two.
The faces are clearly 70% similar, but one is three points more evil.
The firelight was half bright and half dark, like a bewitching demon in the abyss.
Yin Biyue opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't speak.
Icy fingertips lifted his chin, sending a bone-chilling chill through his body.
He was forced to look up at the man's eyes.
The inky pupils reflected the candlelight in the hall, and looking inside it looked like a sea of corpses and blood.
The man leaned down slightly and got closer.
The cold breath sprayed on the neck, but it seemed to be accompanied by a happy smile.
"In the past, the Buddha cut off his flesh to feed the eagle, and now Master Yin feeds the demon with his own body. Isn't this a good story that will be passed down to future generations?"
Yin Biyue felt that this posture made him extremely uncomfortable, but he could not break free from the invisible restraints.
All he could do was listen to the man continue, "You stay with me in Changyuan Palace for one night, and I will withdraw my troops three thousand miles tomorrow morning. How do you think?"
Even though he didn't know the cause and effect, his intuition told him that this must not be a good thing.
He looked into those eyes that contained no human emotion, only desire.
Said word by word,
"You are not a senior brother. Senior brothers would not say such things."
Even if you have a similar face to your senior brother, it is definitely not him.
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