Hidden Corners

Qing Mu Sword Sect, Mu Shen Palace.

As the highest inheritance place for the entire sword sect, this is also the safest place for the sect.

The leader of the Sword Sect inherits the name of the sect, and like the Faceless Sword Sect, no matter what his previous name was, he can now be called Qing Mu Zhenren.

Judging from the appearance, he is a tall and thin Taoist with a dark face, covered in a wide blue Taoist robe, and wearing a skull and jade Tai Chi crown.

In the splendid Mu Shen Palace, just sitting cross-legged can make people feel a sense of majesty and solemnity.

Click.

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky outside.

The electric light was not blue-violet, but pure white.

Pure white lightning suddenly exploded in the sky without dark clouds, almost splitting the entire blue sky into two, and dyed everything into snow-white for a moment.

“It starts again”

"This is a fate that you and others cannot escape from." In the shrine, opposite the real Qing Mu, the only huge golden statue of more than ten meters high suddenly spoke.

The alloy statue, which was like a Taoist deity, was obviously extremely hard, but its mouth opened like a normal person, like a living creature.

"Time and time again. I'm tired of it." Qing Mu sighed.

"But you can't get rid of it," the statue said.

"Maybe the Demon Emperor has a way. This time, according to their plan, maybe they can succeed." Master Qing Mu flipped his fingers and gently turned a string of sandalwood beads placed in front of him.

"It's useless no matter how we change it, we can't get rid of our destined fate. There's no way to break free from the shackles. The only thing we can do is to extend it." The statue sighed.

"I understand, but as long as we can weaken Huo Qingkong a little, we may finally see a glimmer of hope." Master Qing Mu said in a deep voice.

"He is the original body, the only one who is immortal. No matter how he is killed, he will keep reappearing in different ways. And the next time will be even more cruel and violent. It is meaningless for you to do this." The statue said in a low voice.

"That's right. It's pointless to linger on for a while," Qing Mu sighed.

He and the statue still had a trace of memories from before, not much, but enough to let them know Huo Qingkong's ultimate form in the future.

Such a terrifying form is the root of destroying everything and the root of restarting everything.

"That's it. Destiny is such that God's will cannot be changed." The voice of the statue gradually weakened and stopped making any sound.

There was a flash of light and shadow in a trance.

It seemed to turn into a truly dead thing, and the lips seemed to have never opened and closed.

Master Qingmu was left sitting cross-legged quietly, as motionless as a dead tree.

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The Gate of Time.

Snow mountain peak.

Master Qingyang, the master, quietly looked at the vast snow-capped mountains in the distance.

"It's that time again." She sighed softly.

She also saw the scene of pale lightning streaking across the sky.

"If this is destiny, if I comply one by one, it will be meaningless to resist." The direction she was looking at was clearly that of the Faceless Sword Sect.

Uh-huh.

A vague old Taoist figure suddenly appeared out of thin air a few meters behind her.

The humanoid body is covered with a strange Taoist robe full of human faces. It is clearly the Holy Spirit Taoist who is supposed to be meditating in the Faceless Hall.

"How can you know if we can escape without trying?" Holy Spirit said solemnly.

"You used him as the basis, even changed the name of the technique, and built a huge sect out of thin air, using this to connect his mind and cultivate his good thoughts. Now as long as good and evil blend together, and good thoughts dilute evil thoughts, maybe everything can be improved. But Have you ever thought about it. If it fails, your kind thoughts will also turn into help." Master Qingyang said worriedly.

"It's nothing more than death." Holy Spirit Taoist said calmly.

"Death and death are also different. Maybe next time, you won't have any memory echo." Qingyang said.

"Isn't it good to be like Yu Heng? Sometimes not knowing anything is actually a kind of happiness." The Holy Spirit is still calm.

He has tried his best.

The Faceless Scholar, this world-destroying monster who was once extremely evil, brutally destroying all things, and only had extreme pure malice, is now being guided by him step by step to have kind thoughts, and even now, there is a slight chance of success.

If he can do this, no one can say anything wrong with him

"Good and evil are blended in advance. If the extreme evil is successfully diluted, perhaps everything will be able to extend the time limit. Therefore, we can only hope that the Demon Emperor will succeed." He pinched his beard and looked at the distant sky with Qingyang, falling into silence.

This is a play, a play that everyone is careful about. There may be life and death, but it is only a matter of time.

Those who woke up earlier looked at those who were still sinking. No matter how much they sighed or stretched out their hands, they could not change their final destiny.

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Black fog sea.

In the area where Li Chengyi was located, the black cracks had expanded from a few meters high to more than ten meters high.

The rainbow-like flower light belt penetrated deep into the crack, constantly pulling something out from it.

Cracks continued to appear in the light belt, but they were quickly repaired and repaired by the flower energy released from Li Chengyi's body.

This is a wrestling match.

Flowers of evil are constantly emerging from the cracks, trying to pull the past back together.

But countless hatred, pain, madness, and violence are desperately trying to stop it, preventing the terrifying existence that once massacred countless blind spots from coming again.

Inside the Yuan Shen Sword Palace.

Li Chengyi held the black book in his hand, and his aura was rapidly increasing.

This kind of improvement is quite strange. It is obvious that his original cultivation speed should be one seal per year, and the improvement will be slower as he reaches the later stage.

Both the Holy Spirit Technique and the Faceless Sword Technique only begin to condense the Yuan Seal at the fourth level, especially the Seven Mind Holy Spirit Technique. It is still necessary to find the Holy Infant and determine the righteousness corresponding to evil in order to reverse the backlash, which is even slower.

But at this time, under the passive influence of the doubled Snow Lotus Flower Language, his perception increased much faster than before.

‘Simply improving one’s understanding can have such a strong effect? ’ Li Chengyi didn’t believe it. Even if the understanding is doubled again, cultivation needs to be accumulated bit by bit. It relies on the body's recovery power and the accumulation of time, absorbing the essence of the outside world and slowly condensing it.

He put down the black book, looked around, and was suddenly startled.

The entire Sword Palace seemed to turn into pure silver, and at some point, silver flowers bloomed everywhere in the corners.

The clusters of silver flowers are like wind chimes, swaying slightly and ringing gently in the wind.

Li Chengyi stood up and walked gently down the steps.

Densely dense silvery flowers also grew beside the steps. As he walked through the breeze, these small flowers also made sounds like wind chimes.

Walking to the center of the palace, Li Chengyi suddenly looked up and saw a big hole in the dome above him.

A ray of snow-white moonlight shone down and fell on him.

The moonlight fell like sand, weaving into a wide white cloak behind him.

The silver patterns on the cloak light up and go out, as if they contain all the patterns of twelve kinds of flowers.

The cloak fell to the ground, trailing to the ground, and a golden edge appeared on the edge as the end.

Li Chengyi's wisteria flower-scaled suit and helmet suddenly fell apart, revealing his original face.

He raised his head and looked forward, looking at the gate of Yuanshen Sword Palace.

The door slowly opened, and countless complicated and extremely gorgeous silver patterns spread from outside the door, along the floor, walls, and ceilings, quickly transforming the original simple palace into a luxurious, ancient, exquisite and delicate temple with twelve flower patterns.

The spreading silver pattern, like the foam of ocean waves, slowly but surely passed under Li Chengyi's feet.

The foam stained Li Chengyi's purple flower-scale clothing and leg armor, like dye, turning the hard armor of the flower-scale clothing into silver starting from the toes and going up.

Uh-huh.

The silver color completely dyed Li Chengyi's whole body, and also untied his long hair, flying back.

The long black hair turned into silver and spread behind her with the cloak.

Li Chengyi seemed unaware, raised his feet and walked towards the door step by step.

He could feel something calling, stretching out its only arm toward him in the endless darkness outside the door.

despair.

despair.

despair.

call.

A strong gust of wind blew from outside the door.

There were countless shrill and unpleasant howls of pain in the wind, and the hatred in the voice was like substance.

But at the same time, all the silver flowers in the palace swayed gently in the wind, turning these unpleasant noises into thick and majestic music.

Countless pains and howls seemed to turn into countless accompaniments, as if they were celebrating and cheering for the reappearance of the new king.

A faint floral fragrance gradually emerged in the strong wind.

Twelve kinds of floral fragrance are blended into one, turning into a wonderful fragrance that is strong but not sweet.

Li Chengyi moved forward step by step. When he was three steps away from the door, he stopped.

It's not that he doesn't want to continue, it's that he can't continue.

In front of him, there seemed to be a wall, extremely hard, preventing him from moving forward.

Lowering his head, he saw a line of text slowly emerging on the ground.

‘All things are evil. Only extreme evil can give birth to the most extreme beauty. ’

‘Only by enduring extreme evil can the original soil be spread out and the most beautiful flowers be produced. are you ready? ’

Who left the words?

Li Chengyi had thoughts flashing in his mind, but he had reached this point. No matter what happened, he would definitely go down.

Perhaps it was a message from the previous Flower Emperor.

As for preparation.

‘I never hesitated from the beginning. ’ Li Chengyi’s eyes calmed down and he took another step forward.

hiss.

The line of text immediately turned into ashes and disappeared.

With no more obstacles in front of him, he left the gate alone and walked out of the Sword Palace.

Outside the door, a blurry pure white and thick armor was slowly approaching from a dark distance.

It wears an extremely gorgeous and majestic crown. The pure white spikes on the top of the crown curve back and extend, turning into densely packed slender horns, braided into a thick long braid, hanging behind its back.

Between the eyebrows of the crown, a little silver light shines brightly, which is the only light in the entire armor.

Li Chengyi looked up at it.

The whole body of the armor is slender and well-proportioned, and there are straight white wings behind it like dragonflies.

A somewhat incomplete huge white disk floated behind it, with twelve flower god grids vaguely visible on it.

The disk was large enough to cover almost the entire body of the armor, and it slowly rotated in the darkness, making an overwhelming crackling noise.

In the darkness, the armor slowly raised his hand and reached out to him.

Li Chengyi also raised his hand to match the hand facing him.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer.

laugh! !

Outside, in the sea of ​​black mist.

On the island of origin where Li Chengyi was located, a circle of invisible fluctuations suddenly spread.

That fluctuation is not in the real space, does not belong to any substantial physical ripple, let alone an idea or a spirit.

No one noticed.

The speed of the ripples is extremely fast, far exceeding the speed of sound by dozens of times and equivalent to the speed of light. In the blink of an eye, it spans the entire sea of ​​black mist and continues to spread toward Panguang and other distant lands.

After the ripples passed, nothing seemed to have changed or happened.

But in the sea of ​​black fog closest to Li Chengyi, the thick black fog within a radius of a hundred miles was gradually becoming darker.

The sunlight that could originally penetrate part of the room could no longer penetrate and illuminate the interior under the thicker black fog.