(When Feng and I left the Abyss of the Beast and entered the tribe of the Spirit, we were already being targeted by accident.
Behind them, there is a powerful black hand that attempts to kill both of us.
At first, we didn't find out, but when we did, we nearly got killed!
I want to say: Hate is such a terrible thing! It often affects innocent people.
I hope that the realm of creation will be filled with peace.
-- Excerpted from the Queen's Diary, compiled by historians after the Creation of the World)
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The gentle breeze, mingled with dappled sunlight, caresses the maiden, adding a touch of grace and charm to her. Kellen's wooden stick never stops, all for Elara to pick out the drooping poplar branches and the "sasa" tender leaves. Looking back from time to time at Elara's tender and charming smile in the morning light, it was inevitable to feel the ripples of emotion in her heart, like the spring breeze.
Elara's face blushed and flushed, bashful and hot. In the years of love, she naturally lowered her eyes and did not meet Kellen's tender gaze. With the afterglow of his eyes, he secretly glanced at Kellen's handsome face and walked on his own.
"Whoosh --" a strange sound.
"Who?" Kellen was very alert, her ears twitching, her eyes not yet there, her heart already there.
"Whoosh --" in an instant, the stick in Kellen's hand flew out of her hand. Looking in the direction of the sound, there was a dark shadow in the depths of the poplar forest. Where the shadow swayed, the branches swayed lightly. It turned out that the shadow leaped over the branches. But Kellen's ears are so sharp. Just now, the stick in her hand was shot out, and in the blink of an eye, it hit.
The dark figure had no time to dodge or resist, and a sharp, piercing pain suddenly pierced his body. "Uh --" it actually fell from the tree. Elara had no smile on her face and turned to look. The shadow, though wounded, was swift and composed in the face of danger. He steadied himself and did not fall. "Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh" a few flashes vanished from the forest.
In the poplar forest, the shadows of the trees were already white and indistinguishable. The dense leaves of the "Sasa" are even more lush and interwoven in the wind. The poplar trees of various thicknesses are scattered and disorderly, with no proper roots. It creates an uneven thickness, a disordered arrangement, and a blinding effect. Eye watched a black shadow, "opening" several flash, absent, the two cogage true spirit, is a nasty under the heart.
Immediately, Kellen frowned and whispered to Elara, "You go back to the inn first, this man is very agile, no ordinary person. I'll go and check. I'll be here in a moment. At the moment, the wounded in the inn have not yet recovered, and there is a fear of change. I guess they must have come for the wounded! Be careful!"
Elara stretched out her slender fingers, pinched Kellen's palm, pursed her lips, looked at Kellen affectionately and said, "I'll wait for you! Take care all the way!"
Kellen had intended to brush away a lock of Elara's black hair from the corner of her eye, but her heart was filled with a jumble of thoughts and confusion. After all, Kellen raised her hand in mid-air, but then lowered it, gently pinching Elara's scallion fingers twice. Elara blushed and nodded, smiling, "Just be careful! Hurry up." With a fleeting glimpse, Kellen had gone deep into the poplar forest and vanished into the dense shadows of the trees.
Leaves sway in the wind, branches sway in the shadows.
Kellen's figure followed the dark shadow all the way, and before she knew it, she had run more than ten miles. Hearing the footsteps of the shadow ahead grow slower and heavier, Kellen became more alert. Wild mountains and forests, people and land, so deep into the poplar forest, will you fall into an ambush? Kellen had a vague worry too.
Gradually, a faint smell of blood spread through the poplar forest, and Kellen found it strange. Without a fight, where would the blood come from? Look closely, but there are spots of blood on the ground. When touched, the bloodstain was still warm, rather fresh blood. Following the speckled bloodstain all the way, after a short while, the bloodstain vanished in front of a century-old poplar tree.
Kellen tentatively touched the centuries-old poplar, with its rough and thick skin, thick and straight, and it seemed impossible for four people to embrace it. Looking up, the tree is tall and luxuriant. Looking at the crown, it has thick branches and a big trunk. It's quite generous! With the interplay of light and day, it appears even more noble and elegant. Looking at it, though it has endured a hundred years of wind and frost, it has not been eroded or decayed by time at all. Instead, it is deeply rooted and full of vigor.
While marveling at the tree, Kellen did not forget to climb up and look around. Even when she opened her psychic eyes, she didn't see a single sign for miles around. But now the poplar trees are thick and thin, straight and straight, and it's inevitable that some will slip through the net. Kellen still carefully scoured the poplar forest for a while, but found nothing.
Finally, Kellen returned to the century-old poplar. Because the last trace of blood vanished from here. Could there be something strange about this century-old poplar? It seems that Kellen's hands have a force of three thousand pounds. With a swing of her palm, she could easily knock down the old poplar. At that moment, he just struck to test whether it was real or not, and had no intention of damaging the ancient poplar.
Kellen looked around and tapped the tree and found that it had grown well. The tree, of course, does not deceive people. It seems that the dark figure has some other trick up his sleeve. It is not certain that he has fled. It seems that a long time has passed, and if he had fled, he would have fled far by now. And with Elara in mind, I gave up the desire to chase.
Kellen, somewhat frustrated, began to walk back along the way. Looking around as she walked, her vigilance never slackened. Suddenly, an intuition told me that there was a pair of eyes behind me staring at me. Kellen turned her head sharply, but what she saw was the century-old poplar, not any eyes. Kellen stared blankly at the old poplar for a while, then shook her head and smiled, and turned towards the outside of the forest.
As Kellen's figure eventually vanished into the poplar grove, a dark shadow indeed appeared in the century-old poplar. It turned out that the man was dressed in a night black bat suit, with only a pair of eyes left on his face, but his face was completely covered by the black cloth. Seeing that Kellen was nowhere to be seen, and suddenly emerging from within the old poplar, such a feat was not what Kellen had expected.
The man in black, with his hands covering his lower abdomen, seemed to be in pain, but seemed very familiar with the forest. The man, staggering and twisting along the way, covered his lower abdomen. Before long, he had vanished completely into the depths of the poplar forest.
Kellen returned to the inn, greatly astonished. The inn was in a complete mess, with half of the walls collapsed and tables and chairs broken. Half of the door frames were removed and a section of the window was broken. Immediately Shouting: "Elara! Elara!"
"Kellen!"
Hearing Elara's call, Kellen was relieved. A puff, thump, thump heart, instantly relieved, and a stream of warmth filled the heart. Kellen rushed into the house in a few steps and saw Elara taking care of the wounded. After a night's rest and eating some of the base food, the wounded regained a lot of blood and looked much more energetic. A large plate of the Nine Spirits sat quietly in a corner of the room, but their eyes never left the wounded.
Kellen paid no attention to others and went straight up to Elara. Seeing Elara greet her with a pair of cheerful big eyes, she stopped immediately. Kellen was about to raise her arms to embrace, but was suppressed by Elara's sincere and reassuring gaze. A thousand words turned into one sentence at the moment: "Elara, you... Are you okay?"
Elara looked into Kellen's extremely concerned eyes and was naturally delighted, but did not show any color. He narrowed his eyelids slightly and said indifferently, "It's okay, just a few black-clothed clowns, sent away by the Nine Spirits in a few seconds, I didn't even get involved. Just now, I was chatting with this Fire Hexuan brother, and he said that these black-clad men seemed to be from the Wood Spirit tribe."
"That's good, that's good! I was scared to death. I looked outside in ruins and thought there must have been a fight, and you have to take care of the wounded. I'm afraid you'll be distracted. I'm afraid..." Just as Kellen had said this, Elara stopped her with a clever laugh.
"Fool, what are you afraid of! Who can get close to the power of the Nine Spirits? Besides, you don't know this skill of mine, you worry too much." Elara's tone was indifferent, but it was actually a gentle consolation. But what Elara said was true. Even Kellen doesn't know the level of the Nine Spirits. She only knows that this python is extremely psychic and has practiced for a long time, extraordinary. No matter how extraordinary it was, Kellen couldn't put it into words.
Elara's cultivation goes without saying, and Kellen has been taught about her own spiritual cultivation talent since childhood. In addition to studying "Xuantian Pili Zhenjue", Elara's spiritual power and magic are naturally extraordinary and supernatural. Not to mention a few demons and clowns, even if a dozen or so scale feathered spirits strike at the same time, Elara will not show the slightest fear.
However, Kellen has always been with Elara. With few separations and a deep concern, there is naturally a lot of wild worries. Since Elara said she was too worried at this time, that would be too good. As long as she saw Elara fine, Kellen was always happy, and she had been doing so for over a decade.
Chapter Sixty-Five The Golden Ridge Mountains
(The demons of the heart are the root of all demons.
Hatred is the beginning of all evil.
Desire is the origin of all nature.
Plant a good heart, and you will cultivate good roots.
Sowing evil will defile the soul.
-- Excerpted from the Queen's Diary, compiled by historians after the Creation of the divine Territory)
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With the gentle breeze and warm sun, through the ancient path of a thousand years, the two of them, accompanied by the wounded, along with the nine spirits, have reached the foot of the ten-thousand-mile glacier.
The Jinling Mountain Range is a natural barrier created by nature for the Jinling clan.
The Jinling Mountains stretch for thousands of miles and run through the Jinling Territory. As far as the eye can see, it is vast and boundless. The terrain is uneven and uneven, as far as the earth, with gullies and valleys, peaks and peaks, and is one of the most peculiar landforms in the Five Spirits Realm.
The Golden Spirit clan is not only unique in terrain, but also perilous. The climate differences are even more extraordinary. Spring, summer, autumn and winter are distinct, but spring and autumn are short and summer and winter are long. And summer is extremely hot, second only to the realm of the Fire Spirits. Winter is bone-chilling, second only to Water Spirit.
Therefore, there are few trees in the Golden Spirit Realm, mostly pines and cypresses, which are extremely resistant to extreme cold and heat. Flowers, shrubs and bamboo are abundant, but they grow and wither each year.
It is now the autumnal Equinox, but the Jinling Mountains are capped with glaciers. From a distance, a thousand miles of ice and ten thousand miles of frost. Winding mountains, like silver snakes and blue dragons soaring into the sky. The fields and valleys lie down like wax or frost.
"Is this the territory of the Golden Spirit Clan?" Elara stood in the air, with great joy in his heart. The most beautiful snow scene, of course, is in the Water Spirit Realm. Seeing the vast expanse of snow, Elara suddenly felt a longing to return home after a long absence. The joy and impulse in her heart are indescribable.
Kellen stopped unconsciously, looked at Elara's pretty face and smiled, and said joyfully, "It must be."
"So beautiful! I've heard from my family since I was a child that the five Spirit tribes of the Spiritual Realm each have their own unique scenery and colors. However, at that time I was too young and naive to have the chance to appreciate the boundless beauty of each tribe. And I had to be looked after by my grandfather every day, which greatly restricted my movement. Now, when I suddenly come to the Jinling Clan Domain and see the beautiful scenery here, I am so glad.
Look at that ice crystal snow mountain, just like the snowy Tianshan Mountain in our Water Spirit domain! From such a distance, it looks like a kind old man carved from ice crystals. And when the sun shines on it, it looks like it's wearing a golden coat, even more amiable and friendly. This is beyond the reach of our snow-capped mountains. The snow and wind in the snow and wind mountains, day and night, seem never to stop, there is no sun shining there. But here, hehe... It makes up for the imperfections there.
Kellen, look, isn't it beautiful!"
Elara, overjoyed, couldn't contain her excitement and couldn't help but think of all the beautiful scenes from her childhood memories, and then compare them all. Kellen, listening to Elara's sweet talk, felt much more delighted than Elara, and with the sight of a vast expanse of snow, dressed in white, sacred and elegant, she naturally had countless feelings.
But at this moment, a thousand words could not express a transcendent maiden, Piaopiao, right before her eyes. Crucially, this girl is none other than Elara, Kellen's beloved in her life. Snow makeup, no makeup, ethereal girl, soaring in the air. Like a lotus blooming in the snow, like a jade held in ice. Such feelings, such scenes, such people. The beauty of the snow is captured in the eyes, but how can it be expressed?
Kellen would just smile sweetly, gaze at Elara, gaze at the snow scene, a thousand words condensed into just two words: "So beautiful!"
Above her head, a pale blue crystal ball was floating in the air. Inside the crystal ball lay several wounded men, some of whom were regulars of the Golden Spirit Clan, and some were strangers of the Golden Spirit Clan. Though I couldn't hear the laughter between the wind and the spirit, I saw the winter snow scene in the realm of the Golden Spirit. A thought in my heart: Not far from home.
"How strange! Why are there no psychic checkpoints here?" Elara suddenly thought that psychic checkpoints were set up everywhere in the Water Spirit domain, directly managed by the Wu Ting, Wu Chang or Wu Chieftain, specifically for defending and inspecting outsiders. At this point, deep into the Golden Spirit Realm, yet not a single spirit checkpoint was seen, which was rather strange.
Kellen gazed at the wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys not far away, pointing her hand and smiling, "It must be a small village there. There must be a psychic barrier set up." "
"Great! Finally here!" Elara heaved a sigh of relief and laughed.
Originally, the two of them had planned to send a few wounded to the Fire tribe before they could go straight back to the Water Spirit tribe. Unexpectedly, Huo Hexuan pleaded all the way, insisting that Jin Zhenduo be sent back to the Jin Ling tribe. It turns out that Jin Zhenduo is the current crown prince of the Jin Ling clan. And since childhood, he has been a close friend of Huohexuan.
At present, Jin Zhenduo's fate is uncertain and he is in a coma. It seems that his days are running out. But there is still a faint golden glow to support him, so is his life not doomed? It's not certain either. Huo Hexuan pleaded all the way, but Feng Ling and the others couldn't resist him. Even though saving lives was important, they could only settle down in the Jin Ling tribe first.
Thinking of Jin Zhenduo as the crown prince of the Jin Ling royal family, even though his soul has passed away, it is better for his body to return to his homeland. In addition, Huo Hexuan himself was seriously wounded and his life and death were at stake, but he still had deep affection for Jin Zhenduo and kept talking about it. He was one of the few trustworthy and loyal men in the world, and Feng and Ling were very impressed and respected. So for now, in terms of benevolence and righteousness, in terms of loyalty and faithfulness, all are to fulfill the wishes of Huhe Xuan.
Twists and turns, village by village, suddenly in the mountain hollow. The houses are close to each other, neatly arranged. The roofs and eaves are covered in snow and ice. The pine and cypress trees, dressed in crystal and silver, stand proudly among the villages, with a unique vigor that remains intact despite the frost and cold.
White chimneys rise up, and the smoke from the chimneys is like a fairyland.
Among the houses, there are naturally different sizes. The houses and neighbourhoods are a mix of prosperity and depression.
In large houses, there are many side rooms, large courtyards, and a large number of servants and masters. Naturally, there are large stoves and chimneys. Small households, with few people, plain clothes and cheap food, have small stoves and smoke, are not rare.
Yinchuan Xuehe, a small town of smoke, naturally has a poetic and picturesque beauty of the human world. Elara couldn't help imagining her own water spirit tribe, the villages and towns in winter, which were not much different from here, and couldn't help exclaiming, "So much like! How beautiful!"
"Ugh! Stop! Who do you know? Please come down and speak. I wonder if you have any domain documents?" In a thatched hut with curling smoke, an old bearded guard in golden armor emerged. He wore a grey Wolf cloak and had a long sword unique to the Jin race hanging around his waist. He held a bowl of hot tea in his hand, with steam rising from it.
The old man had a stern expression, but his tone was gentle. Seeing that the two young men were young and had no sword in their hands, he felt much more relieved. "Come in and have a bowl of hot tea." The old man's thick lips moved slightly under his whiskers, and a glimmer flashed in his eyes. Looking at the huge crystal ball in mid-air, the five or six wounded men, and the giant yellow python, it was rather strange.
The crystal ball was the Water Spirit technique, the old man guessed that the two young men were from the Water Spirit race. However, the five or six wounded men in the crystal ball are mostly in fire armor, which makes it hard to figure out. How could the Fire wounded be in the crystal ball? On closer inspection, there is actually a Golden Armor warrior. Judging from the style and regulations of the Golden spirit armor, he must be a member of the royal family's inner chamber. This... And where does it come from?
Look again at that giant yellow python, clearly the Nine Spirit King Python, the supreme divine beast in the Spirit Realm. This sacred beast is not something that can be kept by anyone who wants it. The old man has had countless experiences in his life. Though he is a lowly guard, it is the first time he has seen such a large Nine Spirit King python closely following human beings.
The Nine Spirit King Python has always been spirit-savvy, needless to say, the Five Spirit Tribes, even if they were the martial emperor, would not dare to provoke it. When the yellow python descended from the heavens, the old man naturally held great awe. He was also very polite to the two young men in front of him. Hurriedly let the young man and the wounded man into the thatched cottage to warm themselves over the fire and drink tea.