No one expected that at this moment, Zhao Layue suddenly withdrew the sword intent, and the light rays suddenly shattered, and the map and light spots disappeared.

Zhuo Rusui complained, "I haven't seen it clearly yet."

Zhao Layue glanced at him, coughed twice, thinking that he was so miserable by that book a few days ago, so don’t be too troublesome today.

Now everyone has guessed that this black card should be related to Jing Jiu, but what does that light point mean? If it is a location, what is hidden there?

Liu Shisui said to Lu Jin: "President Lu, please tell me."

Lu Jin said: "My master and I went to Jingyuan back then, and I should still have the impression of you here."

Zhao Layue and others nodded.

Lu Jin continued: "It was the time that Jingyang Zhenren gave this black card to our master and apprentice, telling us that if he had any trouble in the future, I would ask me to send this black card back."

After leaving Jingyuan and Zhou Yunmu, he was chased by many people from the evil path, and they were also protected by Qingshan Sect.

But until today, Zhao Layue realized that Jing Jiu really gave them something very important.

"This black card has been preserved in Xuantian Sect for more than a hundred years and has never changed at all."

Lu Jin knew what they wanted to ask and explained: "It was only today that I realized that this was a map. As for the location of that spot of light, I don't know."

Zhuo Rusui thought to himself that the uncle of the head master was in Jingyuan more than a hundred years ago, even though he was about to die now, he made preparations in advance, and there was his legacy hidden in that location? Then the rhythm of the family property was divided. Thoughts could fly and let them go, but he was not a fool, so he naturally would not say it out.

Nan Wang said: "What's there to guess? Just go and see it directly."

Zhao Layue didn't think so and asked, "Why didn't you send me off when he was sleeping in Chaoge City?"

It took a hundred years for Jing Jiu to sleep in Chaoge City. This time, he only slept for a few days in Sanqian Hospital.

"The real person said at that time, when do we think we should give it to you? Then give it to you..." Lu Jin looked at Jing Jiu on the bamboo chair and said, "I think it should be this time."

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The Qingshan Sword Formation was destroyed, and the mountain gate formation that was isolated from the immortal mortals was still there. Even if even the formation disappeared, the Qingshan was still there.

The peaks are in the clouds all year round. Occasionally, the clouds and mists will flow out like water and gather in a lively town. Yunji Town is still as lively as in previous years. The hot pot restaurant is crowded with people, and tourists look at the mountains from afar. The scenic garden outside the town is still hidden among the flower tree streams, and no one can see it.

There are still deep mountains dozens of miles away, but the deep mountains on earth. There is a village there, with many abandoned fields and a pond. The banyan trees beside the pond are illuminated by the sword light. Nan Wang, Zhao twelfth lunar month, and Liu Shisui appeared one after another. These are the people with the deepest relationship with Jingyang and the cat.

The mountain village is extremely quiet, and there is no sound, and there is no chirping or dog crowing, like a grave.

In fact, this is indeed a large tomb. Liu Shisui looked at the buildings with a gloomy smell, thinking about the relatives who were killed by Taiping Zhenren, closed his eyes and remained silent for a while, and then opened his eyes again, and found that Zhao Layue's mood was also a little strange.

Zhao Luyue held A Da and looked at Qingping on the water surface of the pond, not knowing what she was thinking.

Many years ago, Liu Shisui was listening to scriptures in a vegetable garden outside Guocheng Temple. Jing Jiu was in seclusion for twelve years at the top of Shenmo Peak. After coming out, he planned to go to Guocheng Temple. He brought her and Ada here once on the way. At that time, she was like now, holding Ada and standing by the pond waiting for Jing Jiu.

She didn't know where Jing Jiu went or what she did during that time, but she felt a strong sense of uneasiness, just like today.

Nan Wang took out the black card, looked at the position of the point of his eyes, and said, "It's there."

The sword strings were born in the air, making a slight buzzing sound, leaving hundreds of straight lines on the green duckweed on the water surface of the pond, looking like a chessboard.

Through the deadly village, crossing several mountains and a wild forest, you will reach a small river.

Many years ago, Jing Jiu walked out of this river, lit the fire for the first time, and dried the white clothes.

Nanwang, the place where Zhao twelfth lunar month and Liu Shisui were going is conveniently located in the mountains at the end of the river.

It is difficult for ordinary people to enter the depths of the mountain belly, but it is nothing to Nanwang in the realm of the sky.

Silver bell moved slightly, and she raised her right hand and pointed at the steep and smooth cliff, ready to force open a passage.

"I played in this river when I was a child." Liu Shisui said: "You can walk in there."

There is a hole on the cliff, and a silver waterfall is falling down, which is the origin of the river.

The three of them walked through the waterfall and entered the cliff. There was an extremely dark passage in the cliff. The river water kept gushing out, and the sound of turbulence and hard rock walls kept ringing. Neither the impact of the darkness nor the water flow had any effect on them, but the length of this passage was a bit beyond imagination, and it seemed that it would reach the deepest part of the mountain belly.

I don’t know how long I walked, but a light suddenly appeared in front of the passage, which was a pearl embedded in the stone wall.

Nan Wang looked at Mingzhu on the stone wall, and didn't know what he thought of, his face looked a little ugly.

Liu Shisui, who was walking in the front, said, "There is a sword formation."

Zhao Layue and Nan Wang walked over, feeling the cold sword intent that emerged from the cliff, and felt a little strange.

The cold sword intent and the sword formation hidden in the mountain obviously had the smell of green mountains, but it was obviously not the Chengtian sword formation.

"It's the kind in the Sword Prison..." Liu Shisui thought of the passage at the bottom of Shangde Peak, the cell and the Queen of Snow Country in the cell, and her expression became nervous.

Zhao Layue also saw the cell and felt the messy sword intent in the passage, and immediately thought of it.

"Thousands of miles of ice... is the formation he set up."

Nan Wang's voice was colder than the sword intent: "It seems we didn't find the wrong place."

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The sword formation called Qianli Frozen can block Taiping Zhenren for hundreds of years, so they naturally cannot crack it.

Only then did they know why Jing Jiu left the black card to them.

As if he felt the breath in the sword formation, several extremely ethereal sword intents floated out from the complex patterns on the surface of the black card.

The sword intent melted into the sword formation like the light that had forgotten to be extinguished into the first ray of morning light outside the window.

The Qianli Ice Sword Formation opened silently, allowing the pearl light on the stone wall to fall into the darkness and illuminate the cave.

This is a very simple cave with only a few extremely simple decorations, as boring as its former owner.

There is a stone couch near the cliff in the cave, and there are two cushions in front of the couch. It is already in pieces and can be dissipated as long as a gust of wind rises.

Ada stared at the two cushions in Zhao Layue's arms, and suddenly sniffed them. He didn't know if he thought of the smell of the old year, and his eyes showed a look of confusion.

There was a man lying on the stone couch. The sky silkworm clothes on his body were rotten, covered with wounds, and there was no blood. The belt made of the Nether Dragon's Cord had been broken into pieces and scattered around. The man couldn't see his face clearly, and his face was covered with a layer of mist, as if it would not dissipate for ten thousand years, but it seemed that there were billions of years of starlight hidden in it.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shishui looked at the corpse on the stone couch. Although they had expected it, they were still shocked and could not speak at all.

The cave was quiet, and suddenly the sound of water droplets sounded.

Zhao Layue thought to himself that person was the most picky, how could water seep in the cliff wall of the cave?

She turned around and saw an unforgettable picture.

Nan Wang was crying.

It's that silent cry.

There was no sadness on her face, calm or even indifferent, and no sound was made, but tears couldn't stop falling.

"So... you are really dead."

Nan Wang walked to the stone couch and sat down slowly, reached out and touched his face through the mist. The tears gradually stopped, but there was a lot of sadness in his voice.

Zhao Layue and Liu Shishui looked at each other, walked to the stone couch and knelt down, and kowtowed three times at the corpse.

Ah had already jumped out of her arms, staring at the two cushions in front of the stone couch, looking extremely focused.

Even if it turns into ashes, I will recognize you.

This is not Ada's idea, but Nan Wang's voice.

She walked into the cave and recognized who the person on the stone couch was at a glance.

More than a hundred years ago, Jingyang Zhenren slashed the sky with one sword and ascended.

But there was something wrong with the smoke and clouds. Then he was sneak attacked by the White Blade Immortal, seriously injured, returned to the world and hid in this cave.

Before his death, he used the Thunder Soul Wood that had been prepared long ago to extradite the soul into the sword of all things, and then turned the sword and reborn.

On the stone couch is the corpse or remains left by Jing Yang Zhenren.

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"Young Master... I really suffered at that time."

Liu Shisui looked at the wound on the man's body and said with a trembling voice.

Now the White Blade Immortal is dead, and Taiping Zhenren is dead. The hatred related to this matter has passed away with the wind, but he still feels very sad.

Zhao Luyue’s first thought of another question after calming down was another question.

When Liu Ci and other great objects in the Tongtian Realm leave, the world will have signs, and they will dissipate into light spots, turning into spring breeze or morning light. Why can the remains of Jingyang Zhenren be preserved for so long? Is it because his soul still exists, so it is not considered dead, or is it that he who ascended at that time has reached the realm of Tibetan Buddhism?

"What are we going to do next?" Liu Shisui looked at her and asked.

More than a hundred years ago, Jing Jiu asked the two ordinary practitioners to take away this black card, and obviously he was ready to take the lead.

They have come here with the black card now and found his body in his previous life. What about?

Zhao Layue said: "Do you still remember what Zenzi said in Sanqian Hospital? Jingyang and Jingjiu are like the upstream and downstream of a river..."

Liu Shisui said, "There is also the sentence that I don't know that I am a guest in my dream... I really don't understand it very much."

Nan Wang suddenly said, "He wants to come back."
To be continued...