The last piece of jade armor was put into the Seven-Star Shield Magic Formation, and the room was mostly empty, and the rest were some unimportant materials. If he was given some time, he could make some small magic weapons. However, the movement outside was getting louder and louder, and the protective formation could no longer be taken. At most, the gate of this "Linglong Cave" would be exploded.

With little time left, he still has to seek a glimmer of hope for himself.

He took out a white jade porcelain bottle containing the blood of the fire Qilin from Linglong's bag. In order to refine the Qilin jade armor, most of the blood had been used, and the remaining one was only enough to refine two thunder fire pills. He was not sure that he would blow the bastards who broke into the cave, but it was not difficult to blow the fastest ones to death.

The thunder fire pill is very easy to make. The powder of Fire Qilin blood, sulfur, saltpeter, Nine Yang wood, and soul-determining beads can be made into a ball with three true fire. The technique he practiced is called Sanwei Heart Fire, which is easier to use than true fire. However, he cannot practice well, and when he uses it, he is at the cost of the blood in his heart, which is very harmful to his vitality. He has always been frugal. He used it only when he refined weapons and armor for Jin Chongyan, but now... there is no need to save it.

The cave was shaking harder and harder, and it was not even enough for an hour.

He sighed, placed the Thunder Fire Pill behind the cave gate, took out the mysterious cloak that could not be returned to Jin Chongyan and covered it on the Seven-Star Shield Magic Formation, set up a small magic Formation on it, and made sure everything was ready, then sat cross-legged in the cushion and quietly waited for the last moment to arrive.

The moment the cave exploded, the entire Bixiao Mountain became boiling.

Before coming, no one expected that such an unknown small cave would have taken more than 20 cultivators with a cultivation level or above in the Nascent Soul stage to take a full 333 days to win it!

The moment the cave door flew up, everyone's heart played the song of victory.

But what happened immediately caught them off guard.

The cave with a large door suddenly exploded in three consecutive series!

If it were an ordinary explosion, these monks naturally didn't take it seriously, but the burning flames penetrated the Taoist magic weapon and filled with fog, and the huge Bixiao Mountain was covered halfway.

The monks who were originally upset that the position was too far behind and could not squeeze in looked at the fellow Taoists who were swept through their bodies by flames and had to transform into Nascent Soul to escape, and they all secretly felt very grateful.

At the same time, in the Mist Palace of Heavenly Ladder Mountain, two thousand miles away, a handsome young man who was concentrating on practicing suddenly opened his eyes, spread his palms and caught the white jade lotus pendant that had fallen from his neck.

The flawless lotus heart broke a corner, and the crack slowly spread out from the hole.

The young man looked at the split lotus with helplessness and wanted to repair it with spells, but the pendant suddenly turned into powder and dripped from his fingers.

He clenched his fists in a hurry, and after a while, he opened his hand only a small pinch of fingernails.

This is the man's natal jade.

People are there, jade is there.

Jade broken, man...

The young man's heart trembled and he raised his sour eyes blankly.

The outside of the hall was filled with clouds and mist, blinding his eyes layer by layer and blocking his contact with that man!

He stood up suddenly and walked out quickly.

A green light came from the southeast and blocked him: "Quick Flame, you are at the critical moment of impacting the God-Distraction Period, where are you going?"

Jin Chongyan bowed and said, "Uncle Master, I am practicing my merit today and I feel a little blocked in my dantian. I am just about to ask for a teacher."

Feng Binda secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It just so happens that I want it..."

Before he could finish his speech, Jin Chongyan had turned into white light, crossing the sky and sank into the southwest.

Feng Bianda, who was shaken by his nephew, looked blankly at the southwest sky, his face turned slightly pale, and he sighed for a long time.

When Jin Chongyan arrived at Bixiao Mountain, the fire was much smaller. Seven or eight monks stood at the peak and looked coldly, with hatred and vicious expressions on their faces.

"Young Yan Young Master!"

When they saw Jin Chongyan, they were shocked and went up to say hello.

Jin Chongyan ignored the deaf ears, put his hands together, slowly pulled open the two sides, pulled out the Ichi Sword, and picked it up to the entrance of the cave. The flames were like snakes tangled with sticks, following the Ichi Sword, and merged into his body bit by bit.

Seeing this, others followed suit.

Jin Chongyan fell to the front of the cave. The plaque above the cave was burned black, and only the "fu" in the "fu" can be vaguely seen in the four words.

He remembered that the cave was originally called "Yanji Cave". The day the plaque was just hung up, he slashed it with a sword. I don't know what it was later changed to.

"Young Yan Young Master."

The monks stood behind him nervously.

Jin Chongyan lowered his head and carefully wiped the plaque with his sleeve. Perhaps because of the force that too much force, the plaque suddenly broke from the middle, half of which fell to the ground, and fell into pieces.

He was stunned, his face instantly ferocious, and an inexplicable anger erupted from his heart, burning wildly, almost turning into a substantial flame to burn everything!

The others felt the murderous aura emitted by him and unconsciously took a half step back.

A monk said boldly: "Young Master Chongyan, Liu Nian is cruel and vicious. He hurts all my fellow Taoists today. I really can't spare him!"

Jin Chongyan turned around slowly, his cold eyes were like a steel knife, slowly swaying their faces.

The monks were so cold that they felt in their hearts when they saw him, and they said tremblingly: "As the young master of Tongtian Palace, do you want to stand up for the demon Liu Nian?"

Thinking of the reputation of Tongtian Palace, Jin Chongyan resisted the urge to kill them, and asked coldly: "This is his cave, why are you here?"

The monks were asked. They came here, but they learned that the owner of this place had stolen the spiritual weapons of the young master of Tongtian Palace and Taoist Ximing, so they wanted to make a fortune under the banner of practicing Taoism for heaven. But who knew that they had a big idea and had lost their wife and their troops without getting anything! If someone else asked this, they could just move out the two banners of the young master of Tongtian Palace and Taoist Ximing, but the young master of Tongtian Palace asked by himself, but it was difficult for people to deal with it.

They thought for a while and said, "He stole the spiritual treasures and magic weapons of the Young Master and Taoist Ximing, and ruined the atmosphere of my Taoist cultivation world. We can't stand it, so let's ask for an explanation."

What is the atmosphere in the world of Taoism?

Jin Chongyan sneered in his heart. Is it the trend of the Taoist world to bully the weak and gain money by bullying the weak?

"I will explain when I am the Taoist Ming. Let's go."

The Lingbao was near, how could it fail? They couldn't swallow this and were unreasonable: "He set up a trap to harm people and hurt many of our fellow Taoists!"

Jin Chongyan said: "I have an explanation for Liu Nian's thief in the matter of robbing treasures. What should I do with you? Trespassing into someone else's cave, even if you die! If you are not convinced, I will visit you in the cave one by one another!" The anger had reached his throat, making him unable to breathe.

The people standing in front of them all had a disgusting face. When they thought that they forced Liu Nian to the point of desperate use such a face, the trembling sword of Intention could not stop being angry, and wanted to pierce the hypocritical and ferocious faces of these people in front of them one by one!

Although the monks could not understand the face, they finally understood the threat. They were very afraid of the giant Tongtian Palace. Even though they were angry, they still chose to leave.

As soon as they left, Jin Chongyan's anger was completely vented. With a sharp blow to the sword of mind, he cut off the hill opposite.

Seeing this, the monks who were walking procrastinatingly only regretted that their parents had fewer legs and disappeared into the sky.

The huge echo of the fall of the hill slowly subsided, and the surroundings returned to tranquility.

Jin Chongyan stood there, waiting habitually for the familiar footsteps to run out happily from the cave. But after waiting and waiting, the footsteps that never failed never sounded.

He turned around stiffly, and the small and bright cave in his memory was charred black, emitting a depressed and gloomy aura. In a trance, his thoughts were like a galloping wild horse, unable to help but depict the scene of the man turning into a charred corpse lying inside. His legs forward were shaking slightly, and his heart rushing also began to surge.

The man's voice, appearance, smile and appearance suddenly crashed into his mind.

Every frown and smile, every sadness and joy are vivid in my mind. The colors in my memory are so bright and vivid, as if I will come out of my mind the next moment.

Such a deep impression made him hate it.

I hate that person for being hypocritical about him for a while.

I regretted that the man was not qualified and did not practice hard. He thought about being indifferent all day long, but in the end he didn't even have the means to protect himself.

After a while, I couldn't help asking myself why I let that person stay here alone and ignore him! I clearly swear that when I become strong, I will definitely not let that person suffer any harm!

The thoughts are turbulent, the mood is surging, and the out-of-body realm that has been consolidated is slightly shaken!

Jin Chongyan's eyes turned red, he took a step back and lifted his sword of intention and inserted it into the cave. The cracked gravel fell, and he saw the cave door blocking tightly. He suddenly rushed into the cave like crazy, sweeping out all the falling rocks piled up at the door.

"Liu Nian!"

He growled fiercely, as expected, without any echo.

The perception that the man did disappear suddenly hit his heart!

From now on, even if he travels all over the world and searches for Jiuzhou, he will never see this person again.

No matter how disgusted or hatred he felt in his heart, he could not express it to that person in person.

The only thing that can be done is to find the figure of that person in the illusion of memories and imagination.

This perception caused him to feel an unprecedented panic, which penetrated into his heart drop by drop, spreading to his limbs and bones. The cold cold air made him tremble all over.

"Liu Nian." He muttered to himself, his head was so dizzy that he couldn't think. When he woke up, he was a little confused about why he called his name.

That person is hypocritical and selfish, greedy, and always haunted himself in the past, and his soul never dissipates like a nightmare. Now he is dead, and he is liberated and should celebrate. Where does the sorrow arise?

But the joy is like the clouds in the sky. Looking at it, it is so vague that it cannot be felt. Sadness is just like the stream under your feet. Even if you don’t bend over, the cool and thrilling touch still penetrates from the soles of your feet into your heart.

Maybe it's...

Thinking of his care for him who sacrificed his life to take care of him all the way that day, he was still a little difficult to give up. He left his hometown for himself and sent him for the last journey, with a journey, a beginning and an end, and it would be no in vain that the two met each other.

The more I think this way, the tighter my heart becomes. The consciousness is moving in a slight way, but it is difficult to walk. What is blocking me is not the falling rocks and walls, but the grief and despair that surges in my heart and has nowhere to vent.

He slowly moved away the stone blocking the road with his bare hands, and his movements were slow, like an 80-year-old mortal.

However, the cave government is so big that even a turtle can climb back in a day. If you move away the last blocking stone, you can see the person lying on the stone bed at a glance.

The bright colors seem to be cruel and tough to tear away from the mind, and the black and white world can only accommodate the picture in front of you.

He stared at the man tightly, and even blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The man was obviously afraid of the cold. Except for summer, he had to snuggle with him every time he went to bed. How could he lie on the stone bed in a single dress?

"stand up."

The man was obviously very diligent, and every time he heard his footsteps, he would rush over. How could he still sleep when he stood here?

"stand up……"

The call choked, with the humblest begging.
To be continued...