Daoying

Chapter 55 Mutation
Xie Huan watched her leave, his gaze became extremely sharp, like a scorching flame, revealing an indescribably strong confidence: "There are things in this world that can kill me, but they are definitely not here!"

He flipped his palm, a wave of spiritual light spread out, and Xuan Jie emerged.

Xie Huan made seals with his hands, and activated all the restrictions on the four sides. There are flags, mirrors, talismans, wind chimes, and various magic tools. Layer upon layer, the fluctuation of spiritual power covers the entire radius, and then The Tao faded away and eventually became blank.

"Success or failure is here!"

He slowly stretched out a finger, pointing at the connection between Zhenru's self and Xuanjie, and input a little spiritual light into it.

As soon as the divine mind turned, it immediately controlled the true nature, and gently retracted it.

"Zheng!——"

A slight and imperceptible sound rippled from the junction of the two things.

Xie Huan's mind was shaken violently, his spirit was highly concentrated, and his fingers trembled slightly, which almost knocked Zhenru's self-nature down again, but fortunately, the sound wave disappeared after just a slight touch.

Time seemed to stand still.

The sea beasts not far away were still in chaos, making various noises and fluctuations in spiritual power, many of them even killed each other, and the strong smell of blood spread.

But all of this seems to have nothing to do with Xie Huan, like being in two worlds.

One inside and one outside, one still and one moving.

"Did you make it?"

Xie Huan held his breath and stared at Xuan Jie without blinking, his spiritual consciousness enveloped the sea area around him.

The fluctuation just now didn't even arouse the surrounding restrictions.

Just as Xie Huan was about to put away Xuanjie and Zhenru's self-nature, suddenly a dazzling bright light came between the two objects.

He suddenly wanted to control the true self-nature, but the fluctuation was so fast that it rushed into his sea of ​​consciousness almost instantly, and there was no time to react.

The entire sea of ​​consciousness turned into a piece of golden light.

Xie Huan lost consciousness of his body, leaving only a little consciousness, which was constantly torn apart by the golden light...

Damn, what the hell.

He endured the pain.

Suddenly the golden light gradually dissipated, and a mirror-like scene of a green lake emerged in the consciousness, with white clouds reflected in the water, and the spiritual energy turned into mist, permeating among the peaks.

here is……

All the pain disappeared instantly, and scenes came into view: gurgling springs, a hundred flowers blooming, above a waterfall flying straight down, lingering with aura, there are faintly Qionglouyuge, placed in the clouds.

Tianwaitian, Shuiyue Yaofeng, Luanyingxingtan!
Xie Huan almost cried out.

But he is only a little conscious now, and has no mouth.

Suddenly, a curling sound of the piano came, the sound was like pearls falling on a jade plate, mellow and smooth, each note seemed to carry the elegance of a thousand years, like a song with a gentle breeze coming, and the water was calm.

The shadows of the trees in the mountains are swaying, and the mist is lingering, as if intoxicated in this beautiful rhythm.

Xie Huan's consciousness was beyond shock.

Suddenly, there was a sound of "clank", and the fairy-like piano sound was suddenly interrupted, and a woman's sighing voice sounded: "500 years later, I still can't get one with this ancient movement."

The scene in front of me opened up, and there emerged the secluded valley of Xianyan, Yuyao Qionglou, a woman sitting on the cliff of Yunxiao, holding a beautiful harp in her arms, her jade fingers gently plucking on the strings, Yin Qing said: "If you want to put your heart on Yaoqin, there are few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken strings."

The woman's eyes were slightly closed, her long hair was scattered behind her back like a waterfall, blown by the breeze, fluttering with her dress, and her long eyebrows like the moon were slightly frowned.

"You are too thoughtful, a breeze comes slowly, blowing wrinkles all over the lake of stars and moons."

A man in brocade clothes sat on the Yuyao Qiong Tower, his eyes were like water, reflecting the surrounding mountains and spirit mist, exuding a peerless temperament and confidence, he said leisurely: "This Qin is a treasure left by ancient times. Generally speaking, it is normal for you to be unable to be one when you are listed on the rare list of all things, not to mention that your mood is getting more and more chaotic. .”

The woman slowly opened her eyes, the pupils descended like stars, shining brightly, but the light faded away in an instant.

"Could you not go?" She said convincingly.

"No." The man's eyes flashed with incomparable determination.

"After you leave, there will be no leader in the cultivation world of the Northern Seven Kingdoms. Once the skeleton feather is born, who else in the world can hold it down?"

The sadness between the woman's eyebrows was even worse, and she gently attached her face to the Aegean, very enchanted.

"My trip is to deal with the catastrophe. I borrow another 500 years from the sky to find a way to deal with the skull feathers. You don't have to worry about me, I will come back."

The man walked down from the balcony, stretched out his hand to grab it, and the colorful elements condensed in his palm, turning into a beautiful nebula, and slowly gathered into a strange flower, which was colorful and exuded layer upon layer of brilliance.

"Send you a flower, it will be with you when I'm not around."

The elemental flower flew up from the man's hand, and the petals were row upon row, as colorful as a rainbow, and runes of different colors flashed on each petal.

The man smiled slightly, his figure gradually blurred under the radiance.

"Brother Huan!"

The woman panicked and grabbed the front, but the man's figure suddenly disappeared, and was blown into the mountains by the wind, leaving only a voice: "Try to go to the peak to see the bright moon, and open the sky to look at the red dust. Poor body is the man in the eyes." , Wu Jun, cherish it from now on."

Light, shadow and sound all dissipated in the clouds and mist.

Zhao Wujun felt an inexplicable pain in his heart: "Treasure... how can I cherish it alone? I will wait for you to come back."

With a wave of her right hand, the harp turned into a flash of golden light and disappeared under the flash.

"You are gone, no one in the world deserves to listen to this ancient movement."

As soon as Zhao Wujun turned around, he also disappeared into the clouds and mist, only a faint sadness came: "The sky is open and eyes are clear, and the red dust is seen. Whose beautiful woman smiles brightly, and the peach blossoms flow with you, and no one will tell me about life."

The scene upstairs in Yuyao Qiong gradually became distorted and scattered, and finally receded a little bit, and the tearing feeling of golden light came again, violently impacting the sea of ​​consciousness.

What the hell is this?

Keep tearing up the pictures of my previous life?
Xie Huan's consciousness shook violently, and a new picture began to appear, a huge mass of brilliance, wrapped in extremely strong energy, fell from the sky like a meteorite to the boundless sea.

Xie Huan's consciousness stabilized, the impact gradually disappeared, the picture became clear, and as he kept approaching the falling light, the things inside gradually became clear.

is a person.

Not like a human being.

Enveloped in that radiance is a man with wings on his back, his skin is a strange purple, with wonderful runes and radiance on it.

Brilliant purple runes flashed in the man's pupils, like a gorgeous illusion of light and shadow. There were two thin colored spots on his cheeks, and a unique butterfly-wing-shaped eyeliner on both sides of the corners of his eyes.

Butterfly?
Xie Huan was surprised.

The previous scene was the scene when I bid farewell to Zhao Wujun on Qingyun Continent, Shuiyue Yao Peak in Tianwaitian, and it existed in my memory.

But this strange person in front of him had clearly never been seen before.

This person was seriously injured and was covered in blood. The beautiful butterfly wings on his back were intertwined with runes and colorful, but at this moment they were broken little by little and melted in the light.

His hair was like an ink cloud, floating behind him, his body was like wings, split little by little, his legs, torso, and arms disintegrated into flying pieces.

Xie Huan's consciousness "looked" upwards, and there was another huge light group, surrounded by deep purple gold, which was unreal, like a magic weapon, reflecting many ancient runes, and strange syllables came out , as if condensed directly from the void, chasing from outside the sky.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The man suddenly raised his head and laughed, looking at the magic weapon above, his eyes were full of self-mockery and ferocity, and he laughed maniacally: "Eternal meaning, do you know? Just Sixu, behind the famous mountain cuisine, is also considered an ancient fool, hahahaha!"

"Boom!"

The magic weapon caught up with the man, and the two rays of light instantly merged into one and fell into the sea. Terrifying energy shone in all directions like the scorching sun, and the sea was directly evaporated.

Xie Huan's consciousness was strongly impacted, and the power of that magic weapon was unimaginably powerful.

what are these?
Who is that butterfly demon?

How could it appear in his own sea of ​​consciousness?

Without waiting for him to think about it, the picture "in front of him" suddenly shattered. This time, the consciousness was not torn apart, but the picture was simply switched, and he entered a dark place without light. The "human" felt cold, dead, Darkness, like an abyss.

Xie Huan had a strange feeling in his consciousness. This place seemed to be under the previous sea, and there was a feeling of deja vu.

Suddenly, something seemed to be moving in the darkness.

A few figures appeared, as if they had climbed down from above, their movements were very slow.

The four of them walked staggeringly, looking around from time to time, as if they were looking for something. Some even went to the nearby stone wall, knocked on it with their hands, and even bit it with their teeth.

Xie Huan had a weird feeling in his "heart", this picture...

Those four people did not communicate with each other, each doing their own things, but after a while, they fell to the ground one after another as if possessed by a demon, and never stood up again.

Not long after, a black shadow fell into the dark space with a "bang" from above.

Xie Huan's consciousness... He seemed to know what the picture in front of him was, and his heart became weird and shocked. He suppressed the fluctuations in his "heart" and "watched" carefully.

After a while, the falling body suddenly moved, and slowly got up from the ground, with a "gurgling" sound in his throat, as if he was talking, but he couldn't say clearly.

Under Xie Huan's desperate "staring", the picture became clear little by little, and the outline and appearance of the man slowly appeared, with disheveled hair, blood all over his body, his throat completely burst, his head was raised, and he couldn't stand upright.

Big Brother!
Xie Huan's "heart" set off a huge wave.

It is impossible to forget that face full of filth and blood.

One eye was blasted by a stone, but at this moment, in the other eye, there was a strange look, with tiny glimmers flickering in the eyes, slowly condensing into a purple hook jade, emitting a strange light.

(End of this chapter)