In the withered ancient temple.

The lights swayed, and although a ray of light was small, it illuminated the darkness around the world, reflecting the whole hall like daylight.

Ning Yi looked at the robe floating in front of him, if he remembered correctly... the guardian of Changling was extremely strong, but his realm was only Xingjun.

In the Sui Dynasty, his senior sister Qianshou, the second palace of the underworld, and Jiang Yuxu, the great guest of the gods and immortals in Qiangshan, were listed as the top three strongest people in the Star Lord, but some of them were obviously not in this category.

Like the mountain guard in Changling.

Han Yue, who returned from the north, was once regarded as the strongest practitioner in the Star Lord's realm. If he fought head-on, he could easily ravage other schools of cultivators because of his strange and changeable methods. Even the Lord of Thousand Hands, True Man Jiang Yuxu, and King Chujiang of the Underworld, it would be difficult for him to win the Lord of the Ghost in the East Realm in the Battle of Life and Death.

The reason is that the treasure of the Glazed Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glazing Glaz

With the blessing of this forbidden treasure, Han Yue has stronger combat power than the top star king.

If you have a taboo-level treasure that suits you, then the strength of the top star king will be further exerted.

But unfortunately... this kind of treasure is too rare, and the recognized top three Star Lords: Qianshou, King of Chujiang, and Jiang Yuxu, do not have the taboo treasures that are truly suitable for them.

Han asked to be the first person in Nirvana... After killing the dragon, he did.

Someone in the Sui Dynasty once speculated whether Han Yue could challenge the Shanren... However, the speculation was that he could, and he was slapped in the face soon after.

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The guardian knew about the "sword holder".

In this regard, she knows more secrets than some powerful people in the Nirvana realm.

Xixue was pushed back into the scabbard by one of her palms.

The thunder storm is surging, but it is like a dam, the surging sword energy is coming from thousands of miles, blocking it.

Ning Yi looked at the black robe "powerful" covered with a skeleton mask. Although it was not Nirvana, the word "powerful" was not excessive on the guardian.

On Changling Mountain, this mountain guard once helped him.

Now that I have taken action, there is no malice... Otherwise, I would have died long ago.

Ning Yi inserted Xixue back in front of him and looked at the black robe where the guards flew to the bottom. His eyes were complicated, grateful and confused.

"Senior...thank you for the time I took action in Changling."

The guardian nodded lightly.

"Why did Senior help me?" Ning Yi wanted to speak and said, "My secret... Did Senior know at that time?"

"I know what you want to ask. Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. Knowing too much is not a good thing..." The Shanren said calmly, stretched out a hand, and pointed to the top of his head: "There will be retribution."

Ning Yi didn't understand what it meant at the first time.

He raised his head and saw that the beams of the withered ancient temple were covered with spider webs and dust.

He realized when he heard the word "retribution".

After a moment.

Ning Yi rubbed his eyebrows and said with a wry smile.

"Senior violated the rules and left Changling and ran here all the way... it wouldn't be as simple as asking me to reminisce about the past, right?"

"Of course... won't."

The skeleton mask was not big, but when worn on the guardian's cheek, it looked ferocious and particularly scary.

The guardian used his cultivation again to cover up the sound, so the echoes from the black robe swelled in the four places of the ruined temple, dull and hoarse.

"I just made a special trip to deliver a letter."

"And, the mountain guards must not leave Changling, this is the rule."

Ning Yi was stunned. The light burned with a loud bang, and sparks flew everywhere, illuminating the temple statues of the dilapidated temples. The ancient statues with unseen faces burned, and the ancient trees around them collapsed.

Ning Yi's expression gradually became strange.

The guardian turned around, raised his hands, swayed in black sleeves, and waved.

When the flames were extinguished, the collapsed ancient wooden beams had long disappeared around them, and the entire dilapidated temple... was burned into nothingness.

Ning Yi's retreat from beginning to end was not in the remote ancient temple in Tiandu.

Instead, it is in a cramped cabin.

Ning Yi's lips were pale and could not believe it. When he raised his head, he saw the formation he arranged, he "grafted" it in the corners of the wooden house. The direction was almost unchanged from the time he arranged it in the ancient temple.

He stood up, pushed open the door, and saw the thick fog outside.

Familiar plants and trees at the foot of Changling Mountain.

A sudden surprise arose.

Scenes after scene in my mind.

Liu Shiyi unknowingly broke through the fog in Changling and entered this old mountain.

There has never been a so-called way to enter the mountain.

Changling is in the fog, and no one is seen in the world.

Some people say that outside Tiandu City... there has never been Changling.

The skeleton mask of the guardian showed a smile. She watched Ning Yi, who was standing at the foot of Changling Mountain, smiled and said, "There are Changling everywhere outside the Tiandu City."

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"The world is full of wonders."

It is hard for Ning Yi to believe that the dilapidated ancient temple he had been looking for was full of illusions... The soul of the mountain guard "guided" him to this point, how powerful should the realm of his deity be?

Could it be that this is the so-called fate?

The guardian, who saw through Ning Yi's thoughts at first sight, said calmly: "There will never be coincidental in this world. You will come here and know with me that you are the 'sword holder... At least these two things are definitely not coincidental."

Ning Yi returned to the wooden house.

He saw the dust scattered all over the floor in the wooden house, the rivets nailed to the wooden wall to hang a certain scroll, and the faint gray marks that had not moved all year round, which made the scrolls engraved around them.

This is not difficult to find out.

Because... there is nothing else in the wooden house except an ancient lamp.

Ning Yi pointed to the burnt scroll...

The guardian nodded softly and stopped talking.

Time in the wooden house is like stagnation.

Until the guardian opens his mouth.

"I'll give you a letter."

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letter.

Friends will write letters.

Letters can be written between lovers.

But there are never two strangers who don’t know each other… They will choose to write a letter, send it from thousands of miles away, or leave it to each other.

The guardian has a letter to himself...who wrote it?

Ning Yi suddenly became nervous.

His heartbeats faster.

The memories of the past are interspersed one by one, and finally go back to the heavy snow in the Xiling Mountains.

The black robe of the guardian who was floating slowly landed on the ground.

She took out a yellowed envelope from her arms, with a circle of light gold edges burnt.

Even the powerful in the Nirvana realm cannot pass through this hot edge containing golden light and directly open this ancient letter... And no other person in this world can be recognized by the envelope.

Ning Yi took the letter, then stretched out a hand, and gently brushed his fingertips...

He raised his head, and a warm feeling at his fingertips. The golden light ironed on the envelope rose and dissipated like smoke.

The guardian silently pushed open the door of the wooden house and floated out.

Leave Ning Yi an independent space.

Ning Yi took a deep breath.

In the envelope is a piece of white paper that is neatly folded and neatly. Time has taken away the years of the writer, but it has never left any trace on the paper... The handwriting of this letter is very beautiful, with a faint sword energy.

"Forgive me... let you grow up alone, give you a start, but can't accompany you."
To be continued...