Dijun's black moonlight is back

Chapter 56 Trust
As soon as Shaohao turned around, he appeared in front of the heavenly steps of Mingjing Mountain.

She could have appeared directly under the Rootless Bodhi Tree, but she felt a little unsatisfactory.

"Bodhi son," Shaohao stepped up the steps, and said contemptuously and mockingly, "this deity is here, why don't you welcome me?"

A disciple with a sword came to stop him, and the defensive formation was also opened at this moment.

On the steps leading to the sky, there were people who were facing her with swords and swords, but she was unarmed.

Shaohao paid no attention to them, and walked up with his own will.

"If you don't stop, don't blame us for taking action!" A disciple threatened.

Ling Yu glanced at it, and a mortal who had practiced for 900 years dared to stop her.

The weather in Mingjing Mountain was uncharacteristically, the sun that often hangs high was covered by black clouds today, and everyone knew it must be because of this monster of unknown origin in front of them.

She was so arrogant that she called Patriarch Mingjing directly before she went up the mountain.

"Form formation!" She took another step, and all the disciples turned their hands and formed seals, sacrificing their weapons to stop her in front of the mountain gate.

As soon as Shaohao raised his eyes, a gap opened in Shoushan's defensive formation, and she tilted her head and smiled indifferently.

The formation that had guarded Mingjing Mountain for thousands of years disintegrated immediately, turning into bits of starlight that were blown away by the gust of wind.

The tens of thousands of swords sacrificed by the disciples also turned with her finger, Shaohao's lips moved, and he said a few words:
"Goodbye by chance."

The sword is the magic weapon of the master, it should obey their orders, but at this moment it is used by Shaohao, flying towards their original master with murderous intent.

The figure of Bodhizi appeared at the end of the heavenly steps, with a light in his hand, it should be to block her attack for the disciple.

"Ling Yu!" Someone called her from behind Shaohao.

The flying sword stopped in an instant, and the people around also froze, and time stood still at this moment.

Shaohao turned around on the steps and looked at the person behind him.

Ling Yu.

These two words are somewhat familiar, but she can't remember where she heard them before.

Wen Jingchan gathered strength with two fingers, drew spiritual power from his own sea of ​​consciousness and injected it into Shaohao's eyebrows.

"Wake up," Wen Jingchan said, "don't be fooled by illusions!"

His spiritual power was pure and pure, and it was rampant in her body, for a while it was like falling into an ice cave, and for a while it was burning like a raging fire.

Beads of sweat oozed from Shaohao's temples, and she suddenly broke free from Wen Jingchan's spiritual restraint.

The sword in the sky moved again at this moment, flying towards the disciples of Mingjing Mountain.

A knife was inserted into a disciple's heart vein, and the huge momentum brought him down on the steps, and the blade also penetrated into the stone slab.

The blood from the knife edge gushed out, seeped into the cracks in the stone slab, and flowed down the steps.

Bodhizi rescued some disciples, but most of them were pierced through the heart by Shaohao's sword, nailed to the steps and stared at the sky with empty eyes.

The white jade-like steps are swept and swept every day, and now they are like a piece of drawing paper, stained with blood.

The surviving low-ranking disciples began to be afraid. The big monster in front of them, I am afraid that even the patriarch is not her opponent.

"Ling Yu," Wen Jingchan didn't give up, "Look at me, don't look back."

He was afraid that when she turned her head and saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, it would be even more difficult for her to get out of the illusion.

The time with her was not long, and Wen Jingchan didn't know why she had such a nightmare in her heart.

Hearing these two words, Shaohao felt that they were too familiar, and couldn't help asking: "Who is Ling Yu?"

Wen Jingchan took a step closer to her: "You, your name is Ling Yu, and you are my apprentice."

"Apprentice?" Shaohao sneered, there is actually someone worthy to be her master in this world.

"There is a heavenly material pearl in your sea of ​​consciousness," Wen Jingchan said, "it is a gift from me."

Shaohao dubiously probed in the sea of ​​consciousness, what he said turned out to be true.

There was blood flowing from her feet, Shaohao looked down at the red, and felt unspeakable restlessness in his heart.

She wanted to turn back and go up the mountain, and she didn't want to waste time talking with this person here.

Seeing that she was about to turn around, Wen Jingchan stepped forward and hugged her without any explanation.

His embrace is not warm, but there is a faint fragrance, Shaohao can't remember where he smelled it.

Wen Jingchan gently pressed the back of her head to prevent her from looking back at the mountain: "Don't be afraid, I will take you back."

go back?Where are you going?
It is true that Shaohao hesitated a little, and it is true that the peace in his heart is held by him like this.

She felt as if she trusted this man extraordinarily.

Wen Jingchan supported the back of her head with the palm of her hand, continuously pouring spiritual power into her, trying to break the illusion she had.

"Do we know each other?" Shaohao asked him.

"Of course," Wen Jingchan said softly, "700 years ago, we had a destiny."

She couldn't remember, but she felt that he shouldn't lie to her.

Wen Jingchan's shoulders are very broad, and when she leans on them, she feels very at ease.

In this turbulent life, she has never relied on anyone so wholeheartedly.

Behind her was a scene of slaughter like the end of the world. Some people pointed at her and cursed, some people fled in terror, and some gods rushed to her, trying to kill her.

Wen Jingchan saw it all, he didn't want her to turn back, and he didn't dare to let her turn back.

Blood flowed like a stream, flowing from the steps to her feet.

Wen Jingchan circled a world for her with her body, preventing her from looking around.

"Do you trust me?" Wen Jingchan asked.

His voice is very gentle, and he sounds like a handsome, well-educated young man in the world.

"I don't believe it." Shaohao said.

She had been lied to once, and the price was too tragic, and she couldn't bear it a second time.

"It's okay." Wen Jingchan was not discouraged, but comforted her softly.

"I'll take you away." He pinched his knuckles and pulled the illusion spell out of her mind.

After delaying for so long, he has been looking for where the illusion is.

The world around them began to crumble, and the dead were turned into ashes and blown in the wind.

The figure of the fleeing person became more and more blurred until he disappeared.

The gods lined up with weapons in the sky also disappeared into the clouds, as if they had never been there.

The mountains and rivers also shook, until finally they turned into a handful of fluorescent light and fell into the dust.

Wen Jingchan cut off the vines wrapped around her, and fell from the air holding her.

Her resentment was actually enough to nourish this vine tree.

Wen Jingchan put her on a rock to lean on, turned around and called Hongmeng Liangyi back into his hands.

The magic weapon fell into his hands, and immediately turned into a ring-headed long knife with a slightly curved back.

Holding the knife in both hands, he inserted it into the life gate of the reincarnation vine.

It immediately twisted its body and howled.

Taking advantage of its pain, Wen Jingchan rescued all the people who were still alive.

The vine demon, who was locked in place by him, turned into a ray of light and got into the body.This knife really hurt his true energy, making it unable to maintain his human body.

The people under the vine tree lay on the ground, all still trapped in a hallucination and unable to wake up.

(End of this chapter)