Chapter 79 Heaven and Earth Are Not Benevolent

After leaving the valley, Roland Hill flew all the way west, this time she was accompanied by two birds, the Dai Ju and the Blue Crow.

The peak of more than 3,000 meters above sea level went straight into the sky. When Loren Hill flew westward, he had to bypass the main peak of Yama Mountain and turned to the other side.

Looking down from a high altitude, there is a piece of jagged rocks and gray-black land below, but because of the high flight, there is a thin layer of clouds in the middle, which makes the scenery below not so ugly, but has a hazy feeling.

In this way, one person and two birds traveled in the air for most of the day, and when the afternoon was approaching dusk, they passed through the towering and continuous Yama Mountains and came to the other side of the Ximu Mountains, that is, the side close to Mushanzhou.

Roland Hill's figure fell into the clouds, and a light mist of water surrounded his body, slightly dampening the hem of his clothes, but quickly rushed out and continued to fly down.

The gusts of air blew the clothes, and the water vapor on the body quickly evaporated, bringing a cool feeling.

Soon after, Roland Hill slowly landed in front of a small valley, stepping on the iron-red gravel ground.

The air here is very dry and there is no moisture, and the ground under your feet is also made of light red rocks. These rocks are like thousand-layer cakes, layer after layer, showing different shades of red.

When Roland Hill stepped into this valley, there was nothing unusual in her vision, surrounded by towering mountain walls, but when she turned a few corners, the light in her vision gradually dimmed, as if slowly Walk slowly into the night. After turning a corner, a different scene appeared in the shadow-covered valley.

There are purple lanterns hanging from dozens of long ropes back and forth in the valley, and now these lanterns are still burning with unknown flames, exuding the magic of undead sequences.

In the end, Roland Hill finally saw a few large violet characters on the mountain wall.

【Ning Zi Zhao Night Palace】

After seeing these words, she was about to walk into the valley when a translucent barrier blocked her eyes.

This barrier is not thick, but the magic of the undead sequence flows according to a certain law, exuding a cold feeling. Roland Hill didn't jump in directly, but felt it carefully.

This barrier is divided into two layers. The outer layer is tougher and used to isolate some interfering things. The inner layer is surging with a chill to the bone, which has a strong lethal power to the soul body. and soul.

It seems that the danger is not small, but I am looking for help from others, so I can't directly break the enchantment and break through.

After hesitating for a while, Roland Hill took a few steps back, keeping a distance from the barrier. Soon after, a faint blue flame ball gradually took shape in his hands.

The air currents gather from all directions, bringing the magic power of the nine secluded areas in this area. Compared with other sequences, the various skills of the undead sequence in the evening mountains will be enhanced to a certain extent.

The undead sequence magic power of these mountains and deserts is constantly coming with the wind, like being involved in a vortex, and blending into the flame ball in the middle. As a result, there are strong winds around it, the gravel is flying, and the lanterns are swaying in the air.

As this flame ball became more and more fiery, the surrounding space seemed to dim, and only this flame became the only sound and light, and the center of everything.

Roland Hill's hood also fell from this, the silver hair fluttered in the air, and the white porcelain cheeks were also plated with a faint blue at the moment, which was illuminated by the flame ball surging in the palm of his hand.

Her body rippled slightly like a reflection on the water, and then slowly floated towards the barrier.

The flame ball was slowly pressed on the barrier, and the turbulent magic vortex on it also instantly involved the barrier, and ripples continued to appear on its surface. The magic power on the barrier was gradually stirred by the flame ball, like a long whale. Like absorbing water, it pours into this flame ball.

The lines hidden in the enchantment are also bright, showing a complex pattern of bright purple. But soon after, these bright purple veins were also crushed, and they were involved in the flame ball and disappeared.

In the end, the entire enchantment turned into water mist and dissipated abruptly, disintegrating in the air, while Roland Hill continued to move forward with this blazing blue flame ball to see what was going on inside.

Originally, her plan was to make the barrier unstable, and then wake up the people from the Shore Night Palace, but she didn't want no one to stop it until the end. This had to make her wonder what was going on in the Zhaoye Palace station.

Although this is not the location of the main vein and faction of Zhaoye Palace, it is also a very important stronghold and should not be left unattended.

After entering, a piece of exquisite and beautiful Sendai Palace appeared in Roland Hill's eyes. Its colors were mostly white and purple, which was very elegant and beautiful, but there was no one in it.

For this reason, he stopped a little, floated in the air and carefully sensed and searched, and the pale blue wind swept into every corner of the valley.

In the end, the girl with the flying clothes slowly landed on the ground, and the blazing flame ball in her hand gradually condensed to form a crystal-transparent lantern, which enveloped it, separated the excessively bright light, and softened it slightly. , radiating a lavender splendor like a wall of lanterns.

Carrying the lantern, Roland Hill lightly walked between the palace pavilions and walked towards the depths of the building.

It doesn't seem to be a sudden retreat, the facilities are well protected, and nothing valuable is left behind.

Roland Hill looked around as he walked, and by the way walked towards the hidden corner he perceived.

Passing through many corridors, stepping into a remote building, entering it, and entering the cellar below it, Roland Hill finally stopped in a dark and humid underground cave.

This is a deep underground place, there is no light coming in, it is very dark, and now the lantern in the girl's hand has become the only one

light source.

A faint blue glow appeared in her pupils, and she turned to one of the corners, which was the shadow behind the karst stone pillar.

"Come out, I've already seen you." The girl's Qingling voice broke the silence of the ground, but the environment remained unchanged.

Still moving, the girl looked at the ghostly shadow hiding in the shadow, stretched out her empty left hand, and several faint blue light spots appeared on her fingertips. As she waved, these light spots outlined a A translucent grid of silk threads.

The bluish grid flew forward, grabbed it abruptly, wrapped the ghost, and lifted it out.

Seeing being caught, the ghost struggled violently, but couldn't break through the girl's grid.

"Ah, actually, I didn't want to kill you, I just wanted to know the situation, where did the disciples of Zhaoye Palace here go." Roland Hill looked at the ghost, explained patiently, and conveyed his meaning.

After a while, the ghost's sphere gradually loosened the gap, slowly looked at the girl, watched for a long time, and finally began to answer.

"You...are you a disciple sent by the main faction?" The mood in the ghost was not stable, and there seemed to be fear and trembling left.

"The main faction? Do you mean the headquarters of Zhaoye Palace, then I'm not, I'm from Burning Sun and Feather." After thinking for a while, the girl took out a garden-yellow token from her waist.

Looking at this token, the soul body reacted.

"Holy.... Actually, I can still see the disciples of the Hanyu headquarters." There was shock and surprise in his voice.

"Please go to the headquarters of Zhaoye Palace quickly... No, go to the headquarters of the Huangyu faction to report, Uncle Heling, the real person Buheling betrayed the Zhaoye Palace, he wants to break the seal of the past and enter the Yanluo Palace to shatter it. In the cave, looking for the magic art that can immortalize."

This soul body seemed to be very excited, and the flames of its soul body suddenly became violent.

"Speak slowly, don't worry, what happened here." Roland Hill was a little puzzled.

"I don't have time to explain, you can look at my memory with the technique of scouting." The ghost turned into a blurred figure in the air.

"But such a secret technique will cause huge damage to the soul..." And this kind of damage may be irreversible, the girl said slowly in her heart.

In fact, during the Quicksilver Dynasty, many necromancers used this to search for information about the enemy, but the pictures were often extremely fragmented, and it took a lot of time to piece together and understand, which was not very efficient. Drop the spirit body to avoid being insulted by the necromancers.

"I know, but I will cooperate with you, so the damage will be much less, and you can just see the scene at the critical moment." The ghost swayed in the air.

"Okay." Roland Hill is not worried that it will deceive. First, he is strong enough, and secondly, as one of the four primordials, I am afraid that he has no soul, and is more tenacious than them.

A few faint blue light spots crossed several trajectories in the air, then converged on the fingertips, pressed on the soul body, and some of the information and pictures began to be transmitted.

Four years ago, the residence of Zhaoye Palace.

The Sendai attic was not empty, but gathered nearly a thousand disciples, all dressed in purple and white clothes, carrying jade pendants around their waists, and holding swords, standing in the largest building in the valley. At this moment, these disciples were clearly divided into two groups and stood separately.

"Junior Brother Heling, why are you doing this today?" One of the leaders, with white eyebrows, held a long sword like a purple jade in his hand, looking at the person in front of him.

The person known as Heling is holding a feather fan in his hand at the moment. The root of his feather is like white jade, the middle is black, and the tail is lavender. It seems to be an extraordinary creation.

"I just want to persuade Senior Brother Yujian, that's all." He smiled, looking very warm and gentle.

"Heh, do you need so many people to be present for the exhortation? Or, you have already stood with Heling." The Yujian senior brother slowly swept over the other people present, obviously facing the disciple beside Heling. more than myself.

Seeing this vigilant Senior Brother Yujian, Master Heling showed helplessness, then slowly sighed and said, "Senior Yujian must not understand."

The real Heling looked up at the roof where the lanterns were hung.

"The so-called talent is not as good as the helplessness..."

"Since you and I started, Brother Yujian has been a dazzling presence in the sect, the teachers like it, and the sisters love it. But I can only watch from a distance in the corner, and then practice silently, hoping to catch up. on you."

"But the talent is that with the same effort, or even a hundred times as hard as yours, I can still only watch you gradually move towards a higher level, while I am still spinning in place."

"Senior Brother Yujian must have never experienced that kind of pain and despair." His words gradually became heavy, and the surroundings gradually fell into silence.

"So... do you want me to pity you?" The expression on Yu Jian's face was unmoved. He had never experienced so many bad things, so naturally he couldn't feel the same.

"No, no, I don't need to be pitied by senior brother." He Ling shook his head.

"If Senior Brother pity me for this, I think it would be an insult, so at this point, I still don't hate Senior Brother Yujian."

"It's just that I want you to know that not everyone is as lucky as you, and there are many people in the world who are suffering. Let's not talk about it, let's take this clan in Yama Mountain. Sometimes I feel more They are very lucky themselves.”

"So, you can't understand the humiliation and pain of those struggling at the bottom

. "

"Masters and uncles often praise you for being smart and diligent. Maybe I can't refute the former, but I don't agree with the latter."

"Are you really more diligent than other disciples? I'm afraid not. It's just the inclination of resources in the faction, plus your talent is indeed better."

"But with good talent, you can get so many resource tilts. Is it really reasonable? How much have you contributed to the faction?"

"I've actually suppressed this sentence for a long time, and today I finally have the opportunity to say it." The feather fan in the hands of the real Heling stopped slowly.

"Why do those good things have to be given to you first? Is it that the talent is average, so I don't deserve to practice or live!"

"Why can you easily deny a person's future! Rarely does it have to be the most talented person to go to the end?"

"I'm afraid the answer is not so..."

"I admit that talent does have a certain influence, but it is a huge insult to judge a person's life by taking advantage of talent for a while." He Ling's words seemed to have choked sobbing, and there was a slight red in his eyes.

"Junior Brother Heling..." Looking at Heling in front of him, Yu Jian's words were also full of complexities and sighs.

It is true that the masters often treat themselves and several talented brothers and sisters favorably, but people like Heling rarely get the teachings of their masters and uncles.

"Fortunately, after this change in the world, everyone has been knocked down." He Ling looked at Yu Jian again.

"Do you know how happy I am when I see you, and the masters and uncles in the same situation as me? Hahaha."

"It's wonderful, it's indescribable, hahaha..."

"I have never thanked the gods of heaven and earth like that day. This is an excellent opportunity for me. If I miss it, I am afraid that I will never let myself go for the rest of my life."

"So, this time I want to do something different." His voice softened.

"The Kingdom of Youyu was a big country that competed with the dynasty in the past. The Yamagong, the only great sect in the country, was at its peak at that time. At the most, there were nine high immortals who climbed the ladder."

"And in order to enhance the national strength, they have invented and created many secret techniques, among which there is a secret realm in the sky, which can greatly speed up the training speed, and even ordinary people can be promoted to the upper ranks."

"During the war that year, this secret realm of the cave was broken, and the overflowing magic power of the Nine Nethers polluted the mountains of Ximu, which formed the scene today."

"But since the underground is still emitting magical energy, it means that this secret realm still exists, and the magical beasts in the cracks in the mountains were born from it."

"Otherwise, it is impossible to explain the origin of these monsters, and the reason why their strength has increased so quickly."

"So, do you just want to break the seal and enter the secret realm of the cave?" Yu Jian looked at He Ling and lifted the sword again.

"Yes." He Ling nodded and admitted, then continued.

"I know that the faction will not agree, and you will not agree, because there is a huge risk in this, and a bad one will attract the punishment of the dynasty."

"However, you should also know that the lifespan of our disciples in this generation is running out. If we can't be promoted to high-level within eight years, I'm afraid they will die along the way."

"I won't sit back and watch death come. I think the disciples behind me think the same way." He slowly looked at Yujian with a wicked smile on his lips.

"So, Senior Brother Yujian, do you want to join forces with us?"

"Good one is greedy for life and afraid of death, haha." Yujian pressed the sword with his finger, and lines of brilliance appeared on the body of the sword.

"Do you know how many people will die in these two continents for your own selfish desires?"

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are paper animals, so they are treated equally."

"And I am not heaven and earth, and naturally my own spirituality is the highest. What is the difference between external things and me, and turkeys and dogs?"

"If someone wants to stop my longevity, then I will have to kill them one by one."

The feather fan in He Ling's hand surged into a purple streamer, and the disciples who supported him behind him also pulled out the long swords in their hands and aimed them at the same sect in front of him.