Volume 2: Yun Ji Cang Hai Chapter 1450: Facing Yourself

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In front of the cave, broken bodies were scattered all over the place.

But in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen gods and Yuanying monks were killed. The Tiansha iron rod was still "humming" in the air, and the fierce murderous intent had gradually faded away.

Tiger head fell from the sky, but stopped a thousand feet away. He stared at the cave and the familiar scene in a daze, and didn't dare to move forward again.

Although the young tiger escaped a disaster, it fell heavily on the hillside in front of the cave entrance, and then staggered to climb up, also looking up with a blank look.

Tiger head couldn't help looking around, and hurriedly took back the Tiansha iron rod in a panic. His brother Tiger was a fearless person, but at this moment he was afraid. Perhaps, the greatest fear in life does not come from the sky or the earth, but from facing oneself...

"Roar——"

The young tiger roared, like a call from the depths of his soul.

Tiger Head's body shook suddenly, and he couldn't help but look again, and tried his best to show a gentle smile, but he opened his mouth and looked embarrassed.

The young tiger staggered and slowly took a step forward, as if he had an innate familiarity and closeness to the tiger head in the sky.

Tiger Head couldn't help but follow the landing figure, but his heart was pounding.

In the empty and silent valley, a man and a tiger were getting closer and closer. Such a strange scene, like the reflection of heaven and earth, and the overlap of time and space, it was hard to distinguish between illusion and reality. And at the moment when the two sides were only a hundred feet apart, the light suddenly twisted and the scenery changed...

"Huh——?"

Tiger Head's body did not move, but he shook his head back and forth. When he saw the surroundings clearly, he couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

The valley he was in was exactly where he had passed before. And the ten-thousand-foot-high peak that blocked the road had clearly been left behind, so why did it appear in front of him again? Not only that, the young white tiger that survived the catastrophe and the mess on the ground were gone, as if nothing had happened...

Tiger Head shook his head again to make sure he was not confused.

Could it be an illusion, but why was it so relevant and so real? And everything that shook his soul was so vivid, how could it be false? If it was not false, why did it disappear again?

Tiger Head took a deep breath and ran forward with the iron rod. When he passed the peak, he was stunned.

In a valley thousands of miles away, a group of monks were besieging a young white tiger with bruises all over its body. The ferocious and greedy faces, and the forced tiger roars, were exactly the same as before, as if a nightmare reappeared, but so real!

Tiger Head had no time to think, and rushed over in a hurry. As the iron rod was swung, blood and flesh flew everywhere. As expected, the white tiger was rescued. Before they got close to each other, the light was distorted. He appeared in the original valley again...

A peak separated the two valleys, and also separated two different worlds. The two worlds, there is movement and stillness, there is today, the past, and there are memories that were forcibly torn apart and crushed and can't be faced. As for which one is real and which one is illusory, Tiger Head can no longer tell. He only knows that he has tried to rescue again and again, but he has been forced back to the original place again and again. So between the valleys, a figure went back and forth, and went back again. He couldn't watch the white tiger being killed. He wanted to stop and redeem everything that had happened!

One day passed, and it was repeated hundreds of times. Three days passed, thousands of trips back and forth. Half a month passed, and Hu Tou was still in a hurry, pulling the iron rod. If he delayed for a moment, the tiger cub would be extracted and refined. He couldn't...

"Plop--"

Hu Tou fell into the valley, gasping for breath. After a month of endless work, even a strong man like Brother Hu would get tired! Coupled with anxiety and impatience, he was in a state of confusion. Whenever he thought of the loneliness and helplessness of the tiger cub, he could no longer control himself.

"Bang--"

Hu Tou paused the iron rod, and stone chips and sparks flew everywhere. He didn't care about resting, and took advantage of the momentum to soar into the air. Just as he was about to cross the mountain again, he looked back inadvertently.

At the same time, a gust of wind suddenly came.

Hu Tou was not prepared, and the cold evil invaded his body. He couldn't help but shudder, and then he seemed to suddenly realize that he didn't move forward anymore, but slowly landed on the top of the mountain. However, his eyes were still wide open and his expression changed.

Even during this short delay, the situation in the valley ahead was completely different. The moment the white tiger roared and jumped up, more than ten magic weapons passed through his body. Then he fell to the ground with a bang, and then a group of monks swarmed up. Suddenly, his body was separated, and even his soul was not spared...

The tiger head saw the tragic scene, and he couldn't help but bend his strong body and groaned, and then his eyes were red, and he rushed down again like crazy. Although he had some epiphany, he still couldn't bear it. He was so innocent back then, but he was still slaughtered. He wanted to avenge himself...

The iron rod whistled, and flesh and blood flew!

Unexpectedly, the light was distorted again, and he fell into the valley again, and climbed to the top of the mountain again, and faced the same scene again. But this time, the tiger head did not kill again, but stood in the air with a ferocious expression!

The young tiger was killed, and the group of monks left after harvesting their gains...

"Roar--"

The tiger head is holding an iron rod in his hand, his eyes are wide open, his mouth is wide open, and a mournful sound comes from his throat, and his face is full of sorrow. After a while, he shook his body and sat down on the top of the peak, grinning widely and crying.

"Woo-"

Brother Tiger is very sad!

After a month of struggling, he finally understood. Whether he kills those monks or saves himself, the restriction will be triggered, and the cycle will continue over and over again until he is finally exhausted and trapped here! If you want to get out of trouble and move on, you can only let everything that is so painful and inexplicable happen again. But he is helpless to endure the torture of the soul, which makes people go crazy!

Brother Tiger is very helpless!

I have never been so useless since I started my spiritual wisdom!

He was ashamed of his own incompetence and heartbroken for the fate of that young tiger! In other words, he was crying because of his tragic past!

And the past is gone forever and cannot be changed at all! No matter how powerful he is, he can only accept his fate! Otherwise, if that cub survives, where will Brother Tiger be today...

Hu Tou cried and wiped away his tears for a long time before gradually calming down. After he took a break, he couldn't help but look back with a guilty conscience. Fortunately, there is no one around, so I am not afraid of being embarrassed. He slowly stood up and stepped forward in the air.

Sure enough, nothing unusual happened until we passed through the entire valley.

When the tiger's head was about to go away, he looked back and snorted bitterly, then let out a sigh of relief, and then he continued on his way unsteadily. However, at this moment, he seemed to feel much more relaxed. I don’t know if I have let go of the burdens of the past, or if I have seen through the past of this life...

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Among the vast mountains and ridges, Lao Long walked alone.

When the restrictions changed, the two brothers who were exploring the road were separated. The old dragon did not panic, and just continued on his way according to what he knew. The tiger head is thick and thin, so it doesn't matter if you remove the material. Xian Nu is protected by twelve evil puppets, so he should be safe. Lin Yibo's cultivation level is beyond the heavens, so there is no need to worry. However, Yue Fan and Tai'an had already spoken to each other and were looking for a meeting in the "Xinghong Sea". As for where the "Xinghong Sea" is, you can find out for yourself by searching for it!

For several days, there were still mountains, water, and bright sky ahead. It was no longer as dark and unpredictable as before. Instead, it felt like walking through a fairyland full of vitality. Only the unusual silence was quite different. The calm before the storm makes people dare not be careless in the slightest!

"brother--"

Old Long was on his way in a hurry when someone called him suddenly. He followed the sound and couldn't help but his expression changed slightly.

A hundred miles away on the left hand side, there is a stone pavilion among the beautiful ridges of Cangshan Mountain. Someone stood in the pavilion and raised his hand to call. He was a middle-aged man with an imposing appearance, his eyebrows were like daggers, his face was as yellow as jade, and his black beard was floating in the air. His whole person exuded a domineering air, but he also seemed to be unhappy and solemn!

The old dragon just hesitated for a moment, then turned and ran towards him. He put away the silver knife and cupped his hands in the distance: "Brother Fan..."

When the man saw the old dragon approaching, he did not greet him. Instead, he waved his sleeves and turned away, continuing to speak: "I heard that your nine divine dragon clans have always had the intention to rebel, and have done many unscrupulous things..."

In a moment, the old dragon came closer. He glanced at the proud back, then looked at himself with doubt. Unknowingly, I turned into a golden beard and blond hair...

"You, the nine divine dragon clans, go around killing your fellow comrades. Although you act secretly, you are still noticed by others. We have created a fairyland with each other, and it can be said that we have a deep brotherly love. But now there is a sudden change. Can you teach me a thing or two..."

That middle-aged man was very familiar to Lao Long. He is Long Fan, the emperor of the immortal realm. However, there was an inexplicable estrangement between the former brothers. Maybe there is a difference between superiority and inferiority, or maybe someone is causing trouble and blaming the Dragon Clan!

The old dragon landed with his feet on the ground, and returned to the past in a trance. He immediately held his long beard with his hands and exhaled and said: "Brother Fan! You can't listen to the slanders of the Three Saints of Qianhuang. I..." The faster he spoke, the faster he thought. Pour out all the causes and consequences of how the Three Saints of Qianhuang calculated the Immortal Realm. After suffering countless injustices for thousands of years, today I finally get justice. Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

Long Fan suddenly turned around and scolded with an angry look on his face: "Huh! There are all the witnesses and physical evidence, how can I deny it! You are my brother, Long Fan, and you are not only talking about fratricide, but you are also making sophistry..."

Old Long was suddenly startled, and many words were suddenly blocked in his heart.

Long Fan continued: "I have ordered people to punish the Dragon Clan. You only need to admit your mistake and you will not be held accountable. Who makes you my brother? Let's open the door..." He was extremely domineering and unquestionable, and his words were revealing. With a bit of bitter generosity and helplessness.

"brother……"

Lao Long stopped defending and muttered something silently. After a while, he let out a long sigh, cupped his hands and said in a deep voice: "Good brothers, we should live and die together, and share weal and woe..."