Dijun's black moonlight is back

When Wen Jingchan saw Wuxiang Yuan, he knew he had fallen into a dream.

This is the future divination that Ling Yu foretold for him.

He thought that the dream should be his future, but he didn't expect to see only Ling Yu.

She fell into a pool of blood, and Wuxiang Yuan was also a mess.

Wen Jingchan wanted to hug her up, but found that his hand had passed through her body.

This is a dream and the future, and he cannot interfere.

When he got close to Ling Yu, he realized that she was not passed out here.

But... crying?
Like a child, she curled herself into a small ball, and then wrapped herself with the wings behind her.

It's as if you can isolate yourself from the world.

The sword of Wuxiangyuan was gone, and the lava in the center of the earth, which had been boiling all the year round, also solidified into stones.

Wen Jingchan has been in Mingjing Mountain since he was a child. In his memory, the lava of Wuxiangyuan has never been extinguished.

He has always felt that Wuxiangyuan is like a wound on the earth. In the dream, it seems that someone has repaired this place.

It's just that there is not even a soul here except for the seriously injured Lingyu.

He didn't know when Ling Yu would recover, so he sat beside her and accompanied her silently.

After the lava was extinguished, the perennial cloud and mist on the top of Wuxiangyuan also subsided. At this moment, he could see the moon when he looked up.

Ling Yu liked to look at the moon when he was a little crow, and he still has this habit when he has a human form.

Wen Jingchan didn't even notice it, he also liked to look up at the bright moon in the sky.

After several days, Ling Yu finally got up from the ground.

She was covered in wounds, and every step she took, the skirt that dragged the floor would leave bloodstains, but it was not conspicuous on this dark rock.

When she walked to the sky steps of Mingjing Mountain, the bright red color became dazzling.

Wen Jingchan followed her, following her up the steps step by step.

Her injuries were serious, and she almost fell to the ground several times. Wen Jingchan subconsciously tried to help her, but only managed to catch her up.

Ling Yu's knee hit the steps, she was so painful that she couldn't stand still, her expression still didn't change at all.

The blood on her face gradually dried up and turned into a dark red.

Wen Jingchan knew the unfallen pearl hairpin hanging behind her ear, which he bought for her in Xiangfu Town a few days ago.

At that time, he didn't know what to choose, so he had to take a few of the most expensive ones.

Ling Yu would have been wearing it all the time.

It's just that her hair is a little messed up at this time, and the bun is too loose, and the pearl hairpin is the last one left on her head.

She fell down on the sky steps again, and the pearl hairpin fell from her head.

Wen Jingchan reached out to pick it up, but suddenly realized that he couldn't touch it.

Ling Yu's hand passed through his hand, picked up the pearl hairpin and tucked it in the palm of his hand.

The style of this hairpin is actually quite ordinary, and it is not considered a precious craft.

He didn't know why Ling Yu still remembered to pick it up.

This time, when she got up, a group of disciples lined up on the sky steps.

The leaders are Zhixing and Zhuhuai, followed by some new disciples who just started this year, and Wen Jingchan can't recognize them all for the time being.

Ling Yu tucked the hairpin into her sleeves, and looked up at the person blocking the way.

"Junior sister," Zhu Huai advised her, "please stop."

Her eyes swept over these disciples, and Wen Jingchan couldn't tell what she was thinking at this time.

Ling Yu lowered her head, thought for a while, and then a sword flew out from her side.

Wen Jingchan hadn't seen it before, he had only seen Lingyu made Chunshan laugh at that knife before.

The sword flew across the sky, bringing with it a strong wind that made these disciples sway.

"I don't want to die," Ling Yu said, "just make way."

The flying sword was inserted in front of Zhu Huai's toes, and spider web-like cracks spread out in all directions.

Tong Yan pushed aside the crowd and came out, turned his back to Ling Yu and bowed to them: "Brothers and sisters, please make way."

She blocked Ling Yu behind her, and her intention to protect her could not be more obvious.

Of course Wen Jingchan knew why Tong Yan protected Lingyu, what he didn't know was why these disciples didn't let Lingyu go up the mountain.

Moreover, they are quite hostile to Lingyu.

He thought of Ling Yu's illusion, where she was the enemy of everyone in the same way.

Tong Yan raised his hand and raised his hand, probably wanting to start a war with her classmates.

Ling Yu grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind him.

When she looked up again, the sword on the ground had flown back to her side, turning into thousands of swords in the air.

"Go." Ling Yu's lips moved slightly, and all the swords moved in response.

Each sword pierced a disciple's toe, forcing them to take a step back.

But one step was not enough, sword after sword came flying one after another, forcing everyone to retreat to protect themselves.

Ling Yu let go of Tong Yan's hand in the shadow of the sword, and went up the stairs alone.

Wen Jingchan originally thought that she had already reached the end of her strength, but she didn't expect that the more she fought, the stronger Ling Yu would become.

She is a rare spiritual genius in the world.

Even if he is seriously injured now, he can defeat everyone with one sword.

"Don't follow." Ling Yu said.

Wen Jingchan turned around and saw a sword stuck in front of Tong Yan.

She didn't even let Tong Yan follow her.

"I won't kill you," Ling Yu summoned Xuan Yi to open the way for him, "It's best not to overreach."

Xuan Yi hovered in the low sky, with hot wind swaying from the wings, sweeping away the disciples blocking the way.

Only then did Wen Jingchan realize that both Yunhe and Yunting were watching her at the end of the steps.

Ling Yu didn't even look at them, and walked between the two of them.

Her destination has always been Mingjing Terrace.

Wen Jingchan followed her every step of the way, and when he reached the Mingjing Platform, he realized that the spirit pulse was gone.

From the day he came to Mingjing Mountain, the spirit vein has been here, but now it is gone.

Wen Jingchan wondered if it was because Ling Yu had never seen the spirit veins, so she couldn't reflect the spirit veins in this hexagram.

"There are thousands of appearances, and the avenue is as simple as it is." Ling Yu summoned the formation, "Tong Tian and his party, please open the Buddha."

The magic circle on the Mingjing platform lit up immediately, it was the pagoda ladder that no one opened again for thousands of years.

Among the Rootless Bodhisattvas is the pagoda ladder that mortals must walk to reach the sky.

There are a total of 99 steps, which is the last hurdle for ascending the immortal gate.

The light in the formation was brilliant, and the entire Mingjing Mountain was shrouded in this strong light.

Afterwards, a line of pagoda ladders appeared on Rootless Bodhi, like a thin ribbon, swaying in the sky above Mingjing Mountain.

Xiaguang broke through the heavy clouds and shone in the dark mountain forest.

Auspicious signs rose from the sky in the human world, and Mingjing Mountain was even more solemn. All animals and birds raised their heads and looked in the direction of Rootless Bodhi.

The pagoda ladder opened, and everyone in the world knew that someone was about to ascend the fairy gate.

The steward Xingjun appeared in front of the ladder. According to the old rules, he had to ask the name of the visitor and register it in the register.