A crackling sound bursts continuously.

Thunder gathers on the dome of the Snow Field.

Wu Daozi was stunned and said, "Ning Yi...you?"

Ning Yi took out a snow-white light from his eyebrows and held it in his palm. Looking at the naked eye, it seemed to be a slender bamboo slip wrapped in the snow light, vaguely exuding the strange power of twisting the space.

If others said it, Wu Daozi would never believe it.

This is a huge joke!

But Ning Yi is different...Ning Yi is now the lord of the New Saint Mountain of the Great Sui Dynasty and the sword immortal who deserves to be ranked first in the Great Sui Dynasty!

"I can make Nie Hongling wake up, but this may be different from the 'restoration' you understand." Ning Yi held Shi Zhichuan and said in a deep voice: "The dead are gone, and the fate is determined... Even the strong one in the Dao Fruit Realm of Life and Death cannot make the dead revival. But I can make this stone tablet go back in time and space, and while bearing the power of causal kalpa, Nie Hongling goes back to the time and before her long sleep."

Wu Daozi was stunned.

He understood what Ning Yi meant.

This is simply an incredible "miracle".

No wonder the wind and snow field showed signs of a huge thunder disaster landing in the wind and snow field.

The monk sat in front of the stone tablet. He stared at the name of the woman on the stone tablet, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Then he stretched out a hand and pressed it on Ning Yi's arm.

Press Ning Yi's book slowly.

“…Xiao Ning, no need.”

Wu Daozi smiled and spoke, his voice trembling, but with determination.

Time and space backtracking is an amazing supernatural power.

The power of the heavenly way of disaster has been displayed when the scroll of time is running.

This shows that even the Heavenly Dao resists Ning Yi’s move to retrospectively… It can be seen that if this magical power is now on the stone tablet, it might really be able to reverse life and death.

That means—

I can see Nie Hongling again.

But...is this really what I want?

Ning Yi will bear the power of the heavenly way of disaster for his obsession, and the power of time and space retrospection will also dissipate... This stone tablet will not change.

The causal relationship between her and Nie Hongling has long dissipated.

Why bother to implicate Ning Yi for this?

He was unwilling to accept such kindness, nor could he accept such kindness.

People live in one breath.

After the master passed away, Wu Daozi lost his direction. He was just a shameful tomb robber. What else could he do?

After the blood in the sky, he pursued the dream of the dead resurrection. Sometimes, when the night is late, people suddenly think that burning a lifetime for this may be a good destination.

Moths flew into the fire, why fear the hope was slight?

Ning Yi looked at Wu Daozi quietly.

The monk grinned, sat upright, pointed at Ning Yi, bowed slowly, and said, "Xiao Ning... Let me continue to do this dream... alone."

This is a dream that has long known the ending.

Burn your whole life.

Chasing unattainable thoughts.

The frost and snow in the wind and snow fields lingered in a whimpering song.

The disciples of Zishan for generations, either caused by cause and effect, or caused by fate, have a miserable life.

The thick frost and snow fell on the shoulders of the monk who was leaning over to salute, and his whole body was white.

Wu Daozi whispered: "Actually, the hatred of the Holy Mountain... has been put down over the years... The moth has thousands of reasons to slap the fire... But it knows in its heart that the seemingly open and upright spontaneous combustion is actually a selfish desire for redemption."

Listen quietly, Ning Yi extinguished the light of the scroll of time, and the suppression of the laws of heaven gradually disappeared-

He whispered: "How long will you have to do this dream?"

"If possible, I hope it will last for a lifetime."

Wu Daozi closed his eyes slightly and smiled, "Just stop chasing, I seem to lose my meaning."

After a moment of silence, Ning Yi nodded and said, "I understand."

He understood Wu Daozi's choice and respected Wu Daozi's choice.

The power of the scroll of time did not fall on the stone tablet.

The red clothes still slept in the coffin.

The fire thief outside the world is still burning the monument.

...

...

Southern Xinjiang, Xiaoshishan.

Flying swords swept over Xiaoshi Mountain.

Now this place has become a key patrol place for law enforcement monks.

On the top of the mountain, a woman in black shirt and hat sat cross-legged, clouds and mist swayed, and the breeze blew, waving up the soap yarn, revealing a stunning and beautiful face of a god.

The woman raised her head slightly, looked at the dome, her lips slightly raised, and she smiled.

At the same time, a few wisps of sword energy flew over the top of the mountain.

Chu Pei stepped on the flying sword and sucked the fairy energy on the top of the mountain heavily, feeling relaxed and happy, and his internal organs were opened.

But soon his smile disappeared.

Chu Pei glanced slightly, then raised his face, breathed a sigh of relief from his nostrils, snorted coldly, and snorted his fingers.

The next moment—

There was a "boom" sound!

He bounced from the air with a heavy head of the messenger beside him. The young man who was driving the sword and flying in the clouds was almost thrown out. He shook the man and the sword, barely stopping the bumps.

He covered his head and took a breath of air conditioning, and tears were almost falling out of pain.

"Mr. Chu..."

"You still know how to call me sir?"

Chu Pei asked angrily: "What are you watching every time you pass by the stone mountain?"

The envoy who held the order said aggrievedly: "Miss Xu is so beautiful... Besides, don't you look at her again?"

Another "dong" sound.

Another domineering brain crash.

"Be careful, I'm going to sue you for slander!"

Chu Pei raised his chest and said with confidence: "Can I call me a look? The imperial edict of Tiandu, the Hongfu River edict, and the intention of the Lord of Ningshan, the Xiaoshishan area needs to be strictly supervised... As a direct official in charge of the law enforcement department, I have the right and obligation to take care of Miss Xu's safety."

The messenger of the order muttered secretly.

If I hadn't glanced at Miss Xu, I could get a smile... Brothers, who would have been willing to tour Xiaoshishan with you, the bad-tempered Lord Chu? Go to the mountains of southern Xinjiang to suppress a few bandits and catch a few ghost cultivators. It's time to get some achievements at the end of the month. Wouldn't it be nice to be promoted early?

He muttered, he didn't dare to say anything.

After the Nanlaicheng Incident, the Grand Secretary first went to recuperate and valued Chu Pei very much.

Speaking of which, Chu Sishou has a typical sarcastic and ruthless heart. The more he scolds, the more he values ​​it... Not everyone can come to Xiaoshishan to patrol.

It is said that if you have the chance, you can meet the rumored Lord Ningshan.

This idea just appeared-

A man's voice with three-point teasing and seven-point smile suddenly rang in the air.

"Chu Pei, what a great official power."

The Sword Control Team of the Law Enforcement Office was shocked. Their eyes were all stuck to the top of the Xiaoshi Mountain. At this moment, they came to their senses and found that a black shirt appeared in front of them without knowing it.

At the same time, a soft force acted on several flying swords.

The breeze supports the edge.

The flying sword stopped slowly.

The messenger who had just been hit by a head-breaking messenger was stunned and his chin was almost falling to the ground.

Who doesn’t know the man in black shirt in front of him who is smiling, and who doesn’t know?

He quickly pinched himself.
To be continued...