I am a sword fairy in the age of doom

Chapter 176
The north wind blows the ground, and the dead grass flies around.

Outside a dilapidated pass city, two small-scale armies were fighting, and the battle ended soon. The victor took away the horse, armor and all the spoils that could be taken away, and the rest was handed over to the wolves and soldiers outside the battlefield. Vultures in the sky.

This is Yangshan Pass, but now it has been renamed Yangguan.

It is no longer as majestic as it used to be. Countless wars and more than 2000 years of wind and rain erosion have made Jiang Mu almost unrecognizable.

Jiang Mu was standing on the edge of the battlefield with the flying sword on his back, as if he was looking at a painting that kept going away but was still extremely clear.

After a long time, he took out a jar of fine Chang'an wine and poured it down slowly. It has been 2000 years, the world has changed a lot, and he almost forgot what his apprentices looked like.

Even the orthodoxy of the Floating Cloud Sect is gone.

Looking back on the past, I suddenly found that many things that I once insisted on and thought were too big, are just that.

Wine is flying in the dust, like blood is sprayed under the knife's edge.

It's not a question of value or not, but never thought about it.

"Wu Na is a miscellaneous old man, why did you throw away the good wine, and why didn't you give it to someone when you died and couldn't drink it?"

In a thicket of weeds, a bloody man shouted that he was a soldier who escaped on the battlefield just now, but because he was injured, he could only escape here.

Jiang Mu turned his head and glanced at him.

"good!"

After finishing speaking, he threw over half a jug of Chang'an fine wine, and the deserter drank a while, his face and chest were stained with wine, but after he finished drinking, he lay down in the grass and laughed. stand up.

"What a miscellaneous old man, I will take a drink from you, and come to cut off my head, and go to Yangguan City to exchange some money."

Jiang Mu glanced at him again, ignored his crazy words, and drifted away.

Half a day later, Jiang Mu's figure appeared outside a small remote city. There was an equally dilapidated earth temple with few incense sticks. It used to be called Fan Zhenjun Temple.

The soul of Fan Tian, ​​the head of the Divine Sword Sect, was once incensed by mortals here, but now, this place has turned into a strange place by accident. The only surviving underworld is hiding here, presumably it must be some jailer immortal.

Jiang Mu didn't have this ability before, but now that he has this ability, he finds that he is no longer needed.

I bought incense at the old temple, and after lighting it, along with the green smoke, a little bit of his spirit also drifted into the earth temple. Under the ground about a thousand feet deep, there is a huge underground city, but it is completely covered by mud. Buried, the city is filled with jars containing ashes, and a large formation is shrouded here, driven by the spirit of the gods.

In other words, if there is no third Dharma Doomsday, this large formation can at least continue to operate for tens of thousands of years.

But when the third Dharma Doom comes, and with the arrival of the ancient immortal Sannuo era, the underworld will completely disappear.

Jiang Mu's spirit patrolled outside the underground city for a long time, and finally subdivided the spirit into 2000 shares, and then took one of them to enter, and saw that the city was no longer what it was before, but with wide streets and dense houses. , Covering a radius of thousands of miles, since [-], the dead souls of all dynasties and generations have gathered here.

But not everyone is qualified to form undead, and not all undead can enter this underworld. Living here is not easy.

Jiang Mu's spirit drifted away, and finally landed in a large house covering an area of ​​more than a thousand mu in the south of the city. When he walked in, he saw houses piled up like pigeon cages.

It wasn't until entering the backyard that it was spacious and unattended. When Jiang Mu arrived at a big house, he finally saw two acquaintances, Zhang He and Li Ying.

They are still there, but they are so old that they are about to dissipate. They are all maintained by the pure Yin Qi in the Yin Qi Vase left by Jiang Mu 700 years ago.

But just by looking at their appearance, they didn't know how much this Yin Qi had been dissipated.

"Master!"

The two of them raised their eyes and saw Jiang Mu, but they were not excited. They just smiled. They had lost their sense of time.

Jiang Mu looked at them and could only smile.

"Master, this disciple is leaving. This life is like a dream." Li Ying said softly, not sure if he was telling Jiang Mu or himself.

"Master, I want to see Fuyun Mountain." Zhang He whispered, "Look at the jade mine in the front mountain, the black iron mine in the back mountain, the sword sharpening stone in the north mountain, and the Yunhu Lake in the south mountain." .”

"it is good!"

Jiang Mu nodded, and took away the souls of Li Ying and Zhang He, but suddenly heard another pleasantly surprised voice.

"Master, it's really Master!"

The person who came was a Yangshen, a very weak Yangshen, who could only vaguely see his delicate face.

Jiang Mu felt a little turmoil in his heart. This is his disciple Wei Yue, who used to be his wife in Xianmeng. She has been practicing in Shenjianmen.

I haven't seen it several times, and I don't want to meet today.

"are you OK."

"Master, this disciple is very good. In this age of dharma degeneration, it is not bad to be able to survive. Now there are only disciples and a few apprentices left in the Yangshen of the Divine Sword Sect, but the cave in the sky seems to be showing signs of collapse. Disciple That's why I took my disciples and wanted to go to the two senior brothers, but I never wanted to see the master, so come and pay respects to the master."

"The disciple waits to meet the master."

The three weaker Yang Gods stepped forward to salute, Jiang Mu nodded slightly, "You guys also come with me."

After all, Wei Yue and his disciples were rolled up, and the next moment they were already on the top of Fuyun Mountain, where Peach Blossom Fairy had already set up camp and laid the foundation of the medicine hall.

After releasing the souls of Li Ying, Zhang He, Jiang Mu covered the sun with a flying sword on the door panel, watching the two souls cry and laugh on Fuyun Mountain, and finally dissipated like flying smoke.

Jiang Mu stood on the top of the mountain for a long time, then turned around, and Peach Blossom Fairy also came, "It seems that you are really determined to escape from prison, no matter what mess you have, leave it to me."

"Thank you for your understanding." Jiang Mu thanked, and then called Wei Yue and the others, "Please ask Grandma to take care of her."

"Yangshen? It's not easy to persist until today, but this is simple. Now that the Great Prison of Illusion is weakening, send them to heaven and get the identity of a jailer fairy, and they can reshape the fairy body. Although it will be very weak, even iron It's not as good as a thousandth of Rushan, but at least it's okay, even if it's the third Dharma-ending period, you can still get the chance of eternal life, I'm in need of helpers here, okay, I'll take care of this matter, you can do it yourself."

"Don't give me any fairy aura. I have my own reserves. The poor family has a rich life. Even if you have a lot of fairy aura in your hand, don't treat it as dry food. Keep it. We live more freely in the world than you. It won't be bad, but you, once you go, you really won't be able to come back!"

Peach Blossom Fairy spoke casually, as if she was talking about family matters, and impatiently waved Jiang Mu away, but when Jiang Mu left, her expression was melancholy.

(End of this chapter)