A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 969 Dreamy White Mountain, Shadow Boy

White Mountain Decree!

No more than three inches long and no more than three fingers wide.Pure white as jade, but without a word.On the token is a pastoral painting of mountains and rivers, with mountains, waters and mountain villages.

Above the sea, there is a white lotus nearby, and a white mountain far away.

At that moment, everything in the entire interstellar seemed to stand still.Li Mu, the second swordsman, had an extremely ugly expression.Because, being a Padmasattva he knows that token.

How could the Baishan decree fall on Su Mo?How could there be the Baishan decree on him?

White Mountain Messenger!
A thought flashed in Li Mu's mind, but he denied it instantly.Because, if Su Mo was the messenger of Baishan, Li Mu would have been killed long ago.

He is a peak of the second level of Lian Shi, and he is not qualified to fight with the Baishan envoy at all.

He will be instantly killed.

Wang Yu and Shen Ming stared blankly at everything.They had never seen the White Mountain Decree.Once, when Su Mo fought against Linglian in the Prajna World, this Baishan decree saved Su Mo once, but they were not there at that time.

At this time, Su Mo's wound had completely healed.

His face also turned from white to red.

Just now Su Mo was breathless, but at this moment his chest began to heave slightly.At that moment, whether it was Li Mu, Wang Yu, or Shen Ming, they all felt Su Mo's presence again.

Su Mo is waking up.

At this time, for Su Mo, it was a big dream.

When the Silver Moon Immortal Sword was about to pierce through Su Mo, Su Mo actually felt unwilling.Because, he has not become Lian Shi, he has not awakened Wu'er, he has not rescued Amu, and he has not restored Xinghe.

There are still many, many things he needs to do.

However, he tried his best.

In fact, he still has the five-color lotus that Li Shui gave him on his body.That would allow him to instantly have the combat power of the fifth level of a lotus priest, but Su Mo has Su Mo's pride.

He wouldn't use that five-color lotus unless he needed to save Amu.Even death!
puff--

Su Mo heard the sound of Yinyue Xianjian piercing his body, and then he felt his soul start to float.It was not voluntary ecstasy, but forced.

However, Su Mo felt that his soul hadn't dissipated.

Everything around is gone.

At that moment, in his eyes there was no smoke and dust from the world of five poisons, no second swordsman, no Wang Yu and Shen Ming.In front of him was a big white mountain.

White Mountain!

Su Mo's heart skipped a beat.Because, he had seen this Baishan a long time ago, but it was the first time he was so close to Baishan.Between him and Baishan, there is no sea, no lotus.

He seemed to be standing at the foot of Baishan Mountain.

Baishan is very high, because Su Mo didn't even see the top of Baishan when he looked up.In front of him, there seemed to be a mountain gate, but that mountain gate was shrouded in fairy mist.

There seemed to be words on the lintel, but Su Mo couldn't make out what the words were.At that moment, all his spiritual consciousness was invalid, and he was like a mortal standing in front of the fairy gate.

On both sides of the mountain gate, there are two stone tablets.

They are all simple in style, but one of them is about three feet high.The other was amputated in half, as if cut by a sharp blade.

Strangely, there are no words on the two steles.However, Su Mo suddenly felt that half of the stele looked familiar.

Five Poison God Monument!

Su Mo frowned.The stele of the Five Poison Gods that Mrs. Xie gave him before seemed to be the half of the stele that was cut down.Su Mo really wanted to take out the Five Poison God Tablet to have a look.

However, with a thought in his mind, the Qiankun Dharma Bag on his body did not respond at all.Only then did he realize that he was a wandering soul.

In theory, he should be dead.

Su Mo looked back again.Behind him was the endless sea.The waves kept crashing against the foot of the mountain. It was strange that Su Mo didn't hear any sound.

His location is halfway up the mountain.

Looking deep into the sea, he could see many lotus flowers.It is like a small island.Su Mo now knows that every lotus flower is a world similar to Xinghe and Yizang.

White Mountain!

Su Mo was finally on top of Baishan.

Turning around, Su Mo looked at the mountain road leading to the mountain gate.They are all artificially polished, looking as smooth as a mirror, and at the same time exuding a faint white mist.

Su Mo went up the stairs.

There are 49 [-] steps from the place where Su Mo stands to the mountain gate.Su Mo went up step by step.In his view, he has been constantly upward.

However, after walking seven or eight steps, Su Mo couldn't help frowning.

Because, he suddenly discovered that there were seven or seven and forty-nine steps in front of him.Su Mo couldn't help turning his head again, the scene behind him was exactly the same as before.

He actually didn't move.

Su Mo was taken aback for a moment, then he looked at the mountain gate and walked up again.This time, Su Mo took 49 steps.However, the number of steps ahead of him has not changed.

He is still standing still.

However, in Su Mo's feeling, he did go up 49 steps.

Illusion?

Su Mo stopped in his tracks, looked at the mountain and sighed.At that moment, he knew that he would definitely not be able to climb this white mountain.However, he felt that everything around him was indeed real.

That shouldn't be an illusion!
Here, it is definitely a magical world.

Su Mo stopped, and then he wanted to walk backwards.Behind him, there is still a road.However, the result was the same as before.No matter how he walked, he stayed in place.

At that moment, Su Mo seemed to be sealed in a special time and space, unable to advance or retreat.He even used his magical footwork.

On weekdays, one step is one world.However, he felt that he had taken a step, but he was still in place in the end.

"call--"

Su Mo took a deep breath.He felt a powerlessness he had never felt before.

White Mountain!

Everything in front of him turned out to be like a nightmare.He can't wake up, can't get out.

And at this moment, the voices of the two boys came.Those two voices were not heard by Su Mo, because they seemed to reach Su Mo's heart directly.

Shadowy, Su Moyou seemed to see two indistinct figures appearing in the mountain gate.They are not tall, should be two children.

"Huh? Is there someone there?" one of them asked.

"Huh?" Another boy also spotted Su Mo.

"Hey, where did you come from?" The voice of the first boy was full of childishness, but with an old-fashioned tone.

"I am Su Mo, the Demon Lord of the Three Realms!" Su Mo was overjoyed, and replied with his inner voice.

"The Demon Monarch of the Three Realms?"

"Su Mo?" The voices of the two boys were hesitant.

"Brother, have you heard of this title?" the first boy asked.

"No!" The other boy seemed to shake his head, "There are as many as ants in the lower realms. How do I know who the three realms are? Jielian, I can't even count them."

"That's right!" said the first boy, "But why is he standing at the gate of our mountain?"

"How do I know?" Another boy said.

"Or, let's ask the Patriarch!"

"The Patriarch has no time to care about ordinary affairs! In my opinion, let's just send him away! He, who is neither human nor ghost, will definitely not be able to enter the mountain gate."

"Okay!" The first boy smiled, "What kind of gentleman from what realm, you have not yet reached the level of cultivation, go back!"

"Huh?" Su Mo wanted to ask.

However, just look at the phantom boy flicking his sleeves lightly.

call--

Su Mo only felt that the world had changed, and the wind was everywhere.He is completely ignorant of everything.However, in an instant, he seemed to feel that his wound was healing little by little.

He heard his own breathing.

(End of this chapter)