ninety thousand miles

Chapter 587 Shame
What did he do?
Li Chuan understood that Chi Lin must have gotten something in Qifeng Gorge, and the black-robed and yellow-robed men must also know what it was, otherwise they would not be lurking here.

At this time, which should be the end of the great calamity between gods and demons, the Xuanmen monks had already gained an absolute advantage.

The reason why the gods and demons were able to act so arrogantly before was because the fairy world was engaged in a higher-level struggle, and the Xuanmen methods were useless against the gods and demons. Only gods and demons could kill people, but people could not kill gods and demons.

After Jiufeng Zhenxian pretended to surrender to the gods, he found a way to fight back.

Kill one and there will be another. The more you kill, the more skilled you become, and the faster you can kill... But just now, the man in black robe and yellow clothes did not seem to show this method of easily killing gods and demons.

Chi Lin did not fight them head-on. Li Chuan thought about it. The one who did it was the cultivator he controlled. Chi Lin just waited for an opportunity to disappear, and when he reappeared, his black robe and yellow clothes had turned into blood mist. In other words, Chi Lin did not give them a chance to use his tricks. Chi Lin had a trick up his sleeve, no, he might have more tricks up his sleeve...

The scenery in her eyes began to change. The ancestor of the Ruiling tribe moved, and she climbed down the Qifeng Gorge quietly and silently.

Is she leaving?

The ancestor took a few steps in the direction they came from, and she suddenly stepped back as if she was avoiding something.

Li Chuan tried to search in his field of vision, trying to find the reason why his ancestor did this, an enemy, some kind of beast or something. He saw nothing.

The snowfield was even quieter than before; the sound of the wind had become monotonous and lonely.

The ancestor hid behind a rock for a long time. Li Chuan could sense some of her emotions, fear and anxiety. What was she afraid of? She didn't feel this kind of fear when Chi Lin and the two monks fought like that just now. What was she afraid of now? There was nothing around...

no……

Or is it because she doesn't have it that she is afraid?
At this time, the ancestor moved again.

The ancestor was running very quickly in the snow. Her speed was faster than before. Compared with her current speed, her previous running was just like a walk.

The scenery in front of her eyes changed rapidly. The ancestor ran across the boundless snow and entered the deep forest. Her figure passed over the snow-covered treetops and moved cunningly between the shadows of the trees. After passing through the deep forest, she slowed down her steps, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

Li Chuan's eyes suddenly went dark.

what happened?
The ancestor walked into a stone cave from nowhere. Her body was tightly pressed against the stone wall, as if she wanted to embed herself into it.

The cave was very tall and wide, with large and small scratches on the ground and the stone walls, which should have been caused by some giant beast. Some hair seemed to be visible in the corner. The ancestor went around a corner, and Li Chuan saw a talisman-like pattern there, which might be a spell. He tried hard to remember the pattern.

After walking for a while in the cave, the ancestor walked out of a fork and entered a smaller stone cave. At this time, her pace became faster and she was not as cautious as before.

After walking for a long time in the crisscrossing caves, the ancestor finally walked out. Li Chuan felt that he was standing at a very high place, where he could overlook the entire Cangwu wilderness. He looked down and saw that there seemed to be something moving in the valley below.

Pond scales.

Below was Xiyou Valley. And the position he was in was an excellent place to observe the area below. The ancestors of the Ruiling tribe determined where Chi Lin was going, so they took a shortcut and came here.

It turned out to be the case.

Li Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, and then slowly observed Chi Lin's actions.

Chi Lin and the four monks moved quickly in the valley. Li Chuan noticed that their wounds had been bandaged, but some were still bleeding. The wounds did not seem to affect their speed, but sometimes their postures would become strange and then return to normal. Parasitism.

Li Chuan suddenly thought of this word. Chi Lin did not control these monks, but parasitized them? This is the answer. What kind of existence is Chi Lin, the high priest of the God Clan? What about the rest of the God Clan? Do the God Clan enslave humans... or do they intend to parasitize humans?
The more Li Chuan thought about it, the more frightened he became.

At this time, Chi Lin and the other four had already walked into a dry river.

Sanqing River?
What are they going to do? No, he knew what he was going to do. He would fall asleep here. One third of him would fall asleep here, one third of him would enter reincarnation, and the other third of him would go to explore the root cause of their failure...

He got a crucial thing in Qifeng Gorge, brought it here, and then he would sleep here.

Chi Lin took out something and inserted it into the dry riverbed.

It is... a small dead branch about the length of a little finger.

What he got from Qifeng Gorge was just this piece of dead branch?
After planting the dead branches in the river, Chi Lin took a step forward and stood in the river, standing together with the dead branches. Then he looked in the direction of the sun and recited loudly.

The sun was already setting.

Li Chuan heard every syllable uttered by Chi Lin, but he couldn't understand it. It was not human language, nor was it a sound that humans could make. Every syllable was very strange, as if a knife was sharpening across the soul, making people uncomfortable.

After listening for a while, Li Chuan felt restless. So he looked around, wanting to remember more features of this place so that he could find it later. Then he found that the grass leaves, gravel, branches, and cracks in the river in the valley all trembled with Chi Lin's chanting.

With Chi Lin as the center, more and more things in the valley were incorporated into the rhythm of the chanting.

Li Chuan subconsciously tried to touch the Tianyin Pot, but his hand did not move. He remembered that he was in a dream and everything he saw was something that had already happened and could not be changed.

Chi Lin's voice spread outward. His voice gradually became hoarse, but still firm. It spread beyond the valley, until the entire heaven and earth began to respond to him.

Snow floated up from the ground, trembling one by one, covering the valley.

The ancestor of the Ruiling tribe seemed to have also sunk into this rhythm, but... she still maintained a trace of clarity. This trace of clarity allowed her to keep her eyes open and remember everything she saw and heard.

All recorded in the dream.

At the moment when the last ray of sunset glow and the first ray of moonlight crossed each other through the dead branch, Chi Lin cut his wrist and blood dripped down his fingers onto the dead branch.

Watered by the flesh and blood of the five monks, and nourished by the life of all the creatures in the valley, the dead branches sprouted blood-colored new buds and began to stretch toward the full moon. The trunk gradually became thicker, and the branches and leaves flourished until they covered the sky and blocked out the sun...

The ancestor of the Ruiling tribe was breathing with difficulty.

She is dying.

Li Chuan could no longer see clearly. At the very end, he saw Chi Lin tear off his face and walk into the blood-red towering tree.

(End of this chapter)