The heavens begin from Pingyang City

Southern wilderness.

In a mountain range.

The mountains stretch and wrap around, shaped like long snakes, like living creatures between heaven and earth.

After a few random circles, the 'snake head' and 'snake tail' looked at each other across a layer of 'snake body', as if they were connecting end to end, forming a cycle of their own.

But they were a little short after all, and the layer of 'snake body' that blocked them opened a huge gap, forming a deep canyon.

This is the once famous place in Southern Wasteland, the hope of many people before they die, Chang Snake Mountain.

"Have you ever heard of the legendary Eternals?"

In the mountains filled with all kinds of poisonous miasma and red mist, two figures stepped on the muddy and slippery ground, heading towards the canyon not far away.

One of them was wearing white clothes and carrying a single sword, looking like a swordsman in white with a cool and calm posture.

The other person is a monk wearing moon-white monk robes, with a handsome face and an extraordinary temperament.

The two people were Jiang Yao and Meng Qi who came to this southern wilderness.

The first reason why Jiang Yao brought Meng Qi to the Immortal Valley was to get a trace of the essence of the most precious Haotian Mirror under the Immortal Valley.

The second is to take Meng Qi to experience the feelings of some anglers and fish, so that he can understand the relationship between himself and Ananda.

Of course, Jiang Yao also has another purpose that is not a purpose.

That is, if there is a chance, send the evil dharma body of the Blood Sea Rakshasa on a journey to 'repay' his 'favour' for sending people to ambush him back then.

The reason why Jiang Yao dressed up like this was naturally to hide his identity so as not to scare the Blood Sea Rakshasa, and he also had a little bit of his own bad taste in it.

Looking at Meng Qi's envious eyes from time to time, Jiang Yao couldn't help but feel happy.

Not to mention dressing up like a swordsman in white, it still feels pretty good to come here once in a while.

After hearing Jiang Yao's words, Meng Qi withdrew his slightly envious eyes, thought for a moment, and shook his head.

"There once existed a tribe in the Immortal Valley near Chang Snake Mountain, called the Immortal Clan."

Jiang Yao stepped on the muddy ground, but his boots and clothes were spotless. He said leisurely: "Everyone in their tribe has the ability to reincarnate. When they are about to die, they will leave reminders and tokens for the tribesmen to go." Looking for his reincarnation."

"And every time I can find him back, he has all the memories of the deceased, and his personality, habits and way of speaking are all exactly the same, but he becomes a child."

"It is very difficult for children in this tribe to be born, unless one of the tribe members dies and becomes the reincarnation of the other tribe."

"this"

Meng Qi couldn't help but be startled: "It sounds like a tribe composed of a group of living Buddhas!"

"It does look a bit like it."

Jiang Yao nodded: "But this power has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and it is almost considered an eternal force, but it has never even appeared in the Dharma Body, and was eventually destroyed by the Blood Sea Rakshasa."

"Dharmakaya never appeared?"

Meng Qi was stunned. It stands to reason that by obtaining the memories of previous lives in this way, the cultivation speed should be faster.

After accumulating from generation to generation, the strength should become stronger and stronger.

After tens of thousands of years, how come the Dharmakaya has not even appeared?

A thought came to Meng Qi's mind, and he subconsciously asked: "Is there a price for this 'eternal life'?"

"That's right."

Jiang Yao said in an indifferent tone: "It's called 'eternal life', but it's just a means to survive, and the means they used are also the purpose of me bringing you here."

"But Brother Jiang, didn't you say that the Eternal Clan has been exterminated by the Blood Sea Rakshasa?"

Meng Qi's heart moved and he reacted instantly: "Are there any orphans of the Eternal Clan left?"

"clever."

Nodding, Jiang Yao stepped into the Valley of Immortality.

Bloody mist rises around the Valley of Eternal Life, which is integrated with the peach blossom miasma, hundred poisonous miasma, and dead leaf miasma formed by the decay of the surrounding peaks over the years.

But for some reason, the miasma in the valley is relatively rare.

These bloody poisonous miasmas are rolling in the air, as if they dare not penetrate into the valley, as if there is something in the valley.

Stepping into the valley, I saw that it seemed to have been washed with blood. Except for the deep pits with strange rocks, there was no trace of human habitation. There was blood everywhere, and everything was dark red.

Obviously this is the method of Blood Sea Rakshasa, he seems to have really digged this place into the ground.

"Two more people are looking for a way to reincarnate and live forever."

A clear female voice sounded, attracting Meng Qi's attention.

He looked up and saw a girl who looked fourteen or fifteen years old sitting cross-legged on the blood-colored cliff with innocent eyes.

But her breath was so long that it actually reached the realm of outdoor scenes.

Moreover, his energy is like the sun in the sky, he is not full of vitality, and his appearance obviously does not match his age.

Meng Qi glanced at Jiang Yao next to him and saw that he had no expression and a stern look on his face, as if he was an indifferent swordsman who couldn't bear to talk.

The look of envy in his eyes flashed away, and Meng Qi said, "Are there many people coming?"

The girl leaped over and said with a smile: "Someone will come every few days. They are old men who are about to die of old age and are unwilling to give up. It is rare to see young people like you."

She seemed to have not spoken to outsiders for a long time, and she was very talkative, chattering non-stop.

Meng Qi was also happy to get some information from him. After chatting with him, he learned about the situation here and also found out that this innocent-looking girl was actually a tomb robber!

After chatting for a long time, Meng Qi's ears twitched and he turned to look at Jiang Yao.

Then Meng Qi came to a flat bloody field, waved his left palm, and the soil flew up neatly, forming a deep pit.

"what you up to?"

The girl was talking to Meng Qi and was very confused when she saw his actions.

Meng Qi glanced at her and said casually: "Be prepared to die and see what happens."

? ? ?

The girl's face was filled with questions.

Before she could react, she saw Meng Qi's face turning pale and ghastly, his vitality disappearing, his sense of death rising, and he looked like a ghostly zombie.

"you you you"

She couldn't speak clearly.

Meng Qi fell straight down and lay in a deep pit. The soil turned upside down and buried him.

The girl was stunned for a long time, she didn't expect that this monk would really die if he said he would die!

What a strange monk!

Then, she quickly looked at the swordsman in white next to her and asked blankly: "Your companion died like this, don't you care?"

Jiang Yao had a stern look on his face and said calmly: "Isn't it just a death? What's the fuss about!"

"Well!"

The girl choked for a while, and then murmured: "Weird"

She looked at the deep pit that had been filled in, and then at the swordsman in white next to her who looked indifferent. She just felt that her brain was a little insufficient.

At this moment, a figure suddenly came from a distance.

He is of medium build, has ordinary facial features, and looks about forty years old. His face is full of vulgarity and cunning.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Jiang Yao's eyes turned pale gold.

Sensing the deep color of blood on the other party's body, Jiang Yao's heart showed a clear look, but his face did not change at all.

"Xiao Ru, is someone buried here?"

The visitor rubbed his hands together with a look of desire on his face.

The girl Xiao Ru nodded blankly: "Yes."

The wretched middle-aged man rubbed his hands again: "How long have you been dead?"

"In a moment."

The girl Xiaoru stared blankly at her master, as if she hadn't reacted yet.

The wretched middle-aged man nodded and whispered: "It'll be fine in a while."

As he spoke, he laid out a few simple wooden stakes, sprinkled silver needles, and connected them with red threads.

After a long time, he finally arranged it properly and carefully started to 'dig the grave'. This was actually a tomb robber.

The tomb robbers in the world of gods and demons are so lucky!

"Hey, why aren't there any forbidden spells or curses?"

The wretched middle-aged man was inexplicably confused, and his right hand slowly penetrated into the soil.

Suddenly, drops of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his right hand stood frozen.

I saw a pale and gloomy hand suddenly stretched out from the ground and firmly grasped the right hand of the wretched middle-aged man.

Isn't this corpse fraud too fast?

The wretched middle-aged man was sweating profusely and looked frightened.

Jiang Yao watched his performance expressionlessly from the side, without speaking or stopping him.

Now he is just a clone of Blood Sea Rakshasa. When his real body appears, Jiang Yao will take action.

After Meng Qi's vicious shock, the girl Xiao Ru came to her senses, and after another explanation, the wretched middle-aged man finally understood the whole situation.

The name of this wretched middle-aged man is Song Bingde, who is the master of the girl Xiaoru.

He looked at Meng Qi and was speechless for a while.

It turns out that this monk was pretending to be dead before, and he was shocked if he didn't tell him earlier!

Jiang Yao didn't pay attention to this farce, looked at Meng Qi, and said in a faint tone: "How is it? I heard that people buried here will see other selves, but have you seen it?"

"this"

After hearing Jiang Yao's words, Meng Qi stopped teasing Song Bingde.

He thought for a moment and shook his head: "I did see some pictures, but they were very blurry. It seemed like they were things I had experienced before, and they were not very clear."

Next to them, the wretched middle-aged Song Bingde and the girl Xiao Ru also showed interest in their eyes when they heard Meng Qi's words, as if they also wanted to know what Meng Qi saw.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Yao suddenly said coldly: "Little monk, give her a Tathagata palm!"

As he spoke, Jiang Yao pointed to the girl next to him, Xiao Ru, as if he was just saying casually.

Meng Qi: "Huh?"

Song Bingde: "Ah?"

Xiao Ru: "Huh?"

At this time, Meng Qi realized what Jiang Yao meant, glanced at the girl Xiao Ru, and without any hesitation, clasped his hands together.

The next moment, a vast Buddha's light emerged from Meng Qi's body, and his face was solemn, like a Buddha who had appeared in the world.

At the same time, a golden Buddha appeared behind him. It was vast and noble, and seemed to contain a world.

The figure of the giant Buddha filled the whole world, and with Meng Qi's palm technique, he slapped the girl Xiao Ru with his palm.

The majestic sound resounded throughout the heaven and earth.

In heaven and on earth, I am the only one who is supreme.

The first form of Tathagata's divine palm, I am the only one who is supreme.

Until the original heart, a palm that tortures the soul.

Song Bingde next to him didn't seem to react. The next moment, his expression was slightly dull and his expression was distorted, as if he was fighting his inner demons.

Jiang Yao glanced at him and understood the reason for his condition, but he still focused on the girl Xiao Ru.

The girl Xiao Ru really didn't react. She only felt that this palm was like a sun and a flame, illuminating every corner of her heart.

Infinite Light, Infinite Lifespan, Infinite Buddha!

Under this palm, the girl Xiaoru's eyes became trance-like, and her pupils were filled with gentle Buddha light.

Suddenly, she held her head in her hands and began to moan in pain.

"alright."

Jiang Yao's indifferent voice sounded, and Meng Qi withdrew his palm technique.

He looked at the girl Xiaoru, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Because as the girl moaned in pain, not only was her breath not weak, but it became stronger.

"This is?"

Meng Qi said curiously.

"The orphan of the Eternals."

Jiang Yao said indifferently.

After hearing Jiang Yao's words, Song Bingde, who had recovered to his original state next to him, glanced at him, a red light flashed deep in his eyes, and his fingers moved lightly, as if he was connecting with something.

Then, a look of surprise appeared on his face and he said: "Two heroes, are you kidding me? How could Xiao Ru be the orphan of the Eternal Clan?"

"I am so sure, of course there is my reason."

Jiang Yao ignored the acting Song Bingde, looking down on him as a cold swordsman.

Then he looked at the girl Xiaoru who had returned to normal, and said softly: "Am I right, Miss Xiaoru?"