Broken Night

Chapter Five Hundred and Ninety-Eight - There's a Ghost Under the Tree

There are trees in the forest, and there are people under the trees.

Speaking of people, it is more like a ghost, more like a ghost.

You Ming's claw with earth-shattering aura fell, even Xu Yan's body against the sky might not dare to take it indiscriminately. But that claw seemed to land in the air, hitting the ground directly, splashing the snow.

However, the figure still stood there, and gave Heihu a dull look, the ghost instantly turned into a black shadow and disappeared into Xiao Hu's body.

"Huang Quan Dao?" The voice was low and hoarse.

And it seems that I don't know how long ago I didn't speak.

On the other hand, Xiao Hu did not move, nor did he say a word.

It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I can't.

In the past, his perception detection seemed to be unable to feel anything, but there was a terrifying force that bound him invisibly. Don't say anything, even the mind wants to summon the two magic weapons of [No Light] and [Silent Night].

The strength gap is too great.

Xiao Hu is the holy son of the corpse pattern, how many masters have he seen?

But he felt that this person's realm could only be described as unfathomable. Even Ling Fei might not be able to survive under this person.

Where did this person come from?

Moreover, I heard him say that what he cultivated is the Huangquan Dao Fa, which has been lost for nearly a thousand years! ?

"Born in the corpse pattern, but practiced the Huangquan Dao method. It can be regarded as being out of the mud and not stained."

"Give you a chance."

"If you can handle it, it will be enough for you to live your whole life, but if you can't handle it...what's the use of living?"

The dark shadow under the tree still couldn't see the clue, but Xiao Hu's eyes suddenly continued to enlarge, and the darkness came into view.

Suddenly, Xiao Hu lost consciousness and froze on the spot, motionless.

The wind and snow were naturally unceremonious, falling overwhelmingly, casting his figure into a snowman.

And that dark shadow has disappeared.

There was silence all around, only a big snowman stood by the roadside, no one noticed.

…………

This is the sunset about to go down.

In a gorgeous palace on the side of the mountain, there is another palace.

It's hard to imagine that this seemingly simple and plain other palace is actually the residence of the famous Asahi Palace's lord, Wanqianhong.

Wan Qianhong, wearing a red robe, stopped the needle and thread in her hand.

Looking at the scenery along the mountain.

The Chaoxia Palace has its own poison barrier, which is poison, and it is also an innate protection for the Chaoxia Palace. And whenever the sun goes down, the light of the setting sun passes through the poison barrier, and the whole palace seems to be shrouded in colorful rays of light, which is dizzying.

Wan Qianhong has seen this scene too many times, but she never tires of seeing it.

Every time at this moment, no matter what she is busy with, she will stop for a moment and enjoy the scene exclusively of the Chaoxia Palace. But soon, a wave of fluctuations came from behind her.

Wan Qianhong slowly turned around and looked, a charming smile appeared on her face.

This little guy is really amazing.

At his age, he is probably still in the realm of a tattoo.

Soon, the fluctuation suddenly dissipated.

But in the distance between the mountains, in the spiky jungle accompanied by the Chaoxia Palace, countless apes chirped. Because they felt the breath of the partner's breakthrough, it was the sound of congratulations and cheers.

A lean figure walked out slowly.

He was wearing a purple robe, but the purple robe was obviously trimmed at the moment. The robe was cut to the waist, and the dark purple trousers he was wearing were rolled up to the knees. It didn't look too cumbersome, but it was very clean. neat.

His eyes fell on the figure standing in the pavilion for the first time, and he couldn't help being stunned for a while.

At this moment, the entire palace is filled with colorful rosy clouds, as if in an illusion.

In a small pavilion not far in front of her, a woman was wearing a red robe, holding needles and threads in her hands, sitting with her back against the pavilion column. Her eyes were also looking at herself, the eyes of the alluring city, with pride and satisfaction.

He felt weird.

This kind of feeling, even in his two lifetimes, has never been felt before.

He was puzzled, but he didn't say anything. Or maybe it's because he's never been too talkative.

He just wanted to quietly feel this strange but comfortable atmosphere, forever.

"Breakthrough?" The woman smiled.

He nodded, but did not speak.

It seems that I don't know what to say, and I don't know where to put my hands. Is this the so-called helplessness?

"Very good." The woman nodded more satisfied when she heard his affirmative answer: "Then we can start the second stage of training."

"The second stage?" The man finally spoke, obviously it was quite difficult for him to ask.

This woman smiled all over the city, like flowers in full bloom, full of purple and red. Naturally, he is the current Asahi Palace Master, and he is also the powerhouse of the Thousand Pattern Realm—Wan Qianhong.

And the young man is Wan Erhao.

Wan Qianhong chuckled: "Come with me."

She stood up and put her needle and thread on the stone table of the pavilion.

Then she came to Wan Erhao and stretched out her white jade hand. Wan Erhao understood, and also stretched out his hand to hold her. This is since Wan Erhao was a child, Wan Qianhong dragged him around like a little master, and the two have long been used to it.

But this time, Wan Erhao only felt tenderness in his heart, as if he was holding a piece of suet, and he couldn't bear to let go.

When he came back to his senses, the surrounding scenery had changed.

But he is no stranger to this place.

Chaoxia Palace occupies a very wide area and is built along the mountain.

And this place is deep in the mountains, and it is usually accessible by people. Because this is a forbidden place in the Chaoxia Palace—【Huanxia Path】.

Wan Qianhong let go of her hand and didn't notice Wan Erhao's strangeness: "I'm afraid you are also familiar with Huanxia Path."

Wan Erhao suppressed the strangeness in his heart, but still had that indifferent expression on his face: "The path of a thousand illusions, cleanse the mind and refine the heart."

"Yes." Wan Qianhong smiled: "In the Chaoxia Palace, [Huanxia Path] is a top forbidden area to experience. It has a miraculous effect on enlightenment. I have seen your natal pattern [Wanbing Tomb]. You probably have an idea. But that's not enough."

"For a tattoo artist, the importance of the natal pattern is self-evident. The word natal means that it is closely related to oneself. Although you have stepped into the realm of the ten patterns, the contemporary era is really abnormal, regardless of whether the Four Seasons Mountain is related to oneself. The little baby Yang you befriended, and the two children of Yun Mansion, are all geniuses."

"If you want to go to the next level, you can only continue to improve."

"The spiritual power of the peak of the one pattern is the threshold for stepping into the [Illusionary Path]. If the spiritual cultivation level is lower than this level, it is impossible to enter it, and the meaning of thousands of illusions has a miraculous effect on comprehending the pattern. It’s just that everything is a blessing in disguise.”

"The Illusory Path is also extremely dangerous. Because of the peculiarities of heaven and earth, the illusion is born. The illusion is extremely real. If you accidentally fall into the illusion, you will not be able to get out of it for the rest of your life."

Speaking of this, Wan Qianhong's complexion was a little solemn: "More importantly, if you fall into it, even I can't rescue you. Don't be misled by the words of [Huanxia Path], it is self-contained inside. Space, there are more than ten million fork in the road? Even I can’t walk the whole place, and also according to the different cultivation bases, the paths I walk will also be different.”