Chapter 02 Xianyu

In the endless darkness that symbolizes death, suddenly a faint white light flows out. Although it only illuminates a small space, the light seems to ignite the hope of rebirth for the dark * dying life.

Yan Ji was soon attracted by the white jade pendant on his wrist. His face showed surprise, and his eyes stared at the jade pendant, thinking about what was going on.

Liang Xiangling's jade pendant has been worn on his wrist for three years and has almost never left him, but the jade pendant shines as warm as it is now. He was surprised to see it for the first time.

Yan Ji thought for a while before she realized that it was her sister Liang Xiangling who touched the jade pendant before she emitted light, so she guessed that only the real owner of this jade pendant could inspire the jade pendant to shine.

At this moment, Yan Ji has confirmed that this jade pendant is not an ordinary jade, but a valuable treasure and a mysterious artifact. Because this jade pendant not only emits white light, but he can clearly feel that a warm spiritual power flows out of the white light and swims between the meridians in his body.

After Yan Ji's body was injected with that spiritual power, all the discomfort on her body gradually disappeared, as if she had never been injured. At this time, Liang Xiangling's face also returned to normal, and her rapid breathing became even and gentle, but she still failed to wake up at this moment. Most of the time, she was not as bloody as Yan Ji, and the injury was more serious.

When Yan Ji felt that all the discomfort in his body dissipated, he began to feel that the spiritual power of the jade pendant had accumulated in his body. His whole body seemed to be full of strength, and his muscles and bones were so swollen that they almost burst.

"This jade pendant is really a god with infinite spiritual power. Can't I break through the belly of the tree demon with the help of the spiritual power of the jade pendant!"

Yan Ji found this, and now she was ecstatic and said this sentence to herself.

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In the outside world, it is still raining heavily and the wind is roaring. Those disciples of Taiqing Palace are struggling with tree demons. They are already exhausted and physically and mentally weak. Even the strength to stand is almost gone. They can't wait to lie in the mud and fall asleep.

Although He Fanglu and Master Luoxia can cope with the attack of the tree demon, they have used all kinds of tricks in their hands. They still can't help the tree demon and can only temporarily stand in a stalemate with the tree demon. And they saw the hard-cultivated young disciples die one by one, but they were unable to save them. They were so anxious that their hearts jumped and their faces sweated.

The situation is very unfavorable to the Taiqing Palace. I'm afraid that it won't be long before these disciples of Taiqing Palace will be destroyed by the whole army and become fertilizer for tree demons.

However, at this time, everyone felt that the action of the tree demon was greatly slowed down, and the attack force was not as fierce as before. And there was also a dull sound of swords from the thick trunk of the tree demon. The sound was so loud that it seemed to shake the sky.

Then, the movement of the huge tree demon stopped, and the roots and vines all over his body trembled slightly, and there was an extremely painful moan, which obviously suffered a painful blow.

"Hang!"

A crisp sound of sword sounded like a phoenix ringing in the sky, echoing in the sky. At this moment, everyone in the Taiqing Palace saw a big mouth broken from the thick trunk of the tree demon, and there was a dazzling dark blue light from it.

People closer could clearly see a white figure flying out of the Xuanqing light, and the white light fell to the ground. After a flash of light, two people appeared. The two are Yan Ji and Liang Xiangling, but Liang Xiangling is now in a coma and lying quietly on Yan Ji's back.

At this moment, Yan Ji felt the roaring cold wind and cold raindrops. Although it was uncomfortable on his body, he suddenly felt happy. Unconsciously, he had laughed and couldn't help shouting to Liang Xiangling behind him: "Senior sister, we don't have to die! We are out!"

He said so, but he didn't expect that Liang Xiangling was in a coma now and couldn't hear him at all.

However, just as he was excited, he suddenly felt that all the spiritual power gathered in his body had dissipated. He immediately felt that his body was empty and he had no strength at all. Then his eyes darkened and he fainted in the muddy puddle.

When Zhang Linger saw these two people appear, she was as happy as Yan Ji, but when she smiled, she burst into tears and cried with joy. She watched the two fall in the wind and rain and immediately rushed to them.

"The mortals actually have the power of immortals and gods..." The ten-thousand-year tree demon exclaimed, and then laughed carelessly: "I am immortal. What can you do with me? I hate Qin Lin for hurting me too much 500 years ago, otherwise none of you clowns will survive.

As it spoke, a large section of the roots separated from the giant tree and quickly drilled into the ground, leaving only a pile of dead roots the size of a mountain here.

Several disciples in Taiqing Palace thought that the tree demon was seriously injured and wanted to escape. They immediately went forward to chase and kill it, but they were stopped by He Fanglu: "This ten thousand years of tree demon has an immortal body. We can't kill it. Since it has escaped, we don't have to waste time chasing it."

When the tree demon escaped, all the remaining disciples of Taiqing Palace gathered together. However, due to this change, the number of people has been reduced by half. The original team of 70 or 80 people now has only more than 40 people left.

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Yan Ji was in a coma and experienced a long dream. In the dream, he only felt that he was in countless roots and branches, constantly fighting with those roots without stopping for a moment. Until he was wrapped around countless tree roots and was about to be strangled to death by the roots, he woke up in shock.

When he woke up, he found himself lying in a quaint room. The decoration in this room was extremely simple, and there was no extra furniture except beds, cabinets, tables and other necessities. There are three wooden beds in the corner of the room. Except for the bed where Yan Ji is lying, the quilts on the other two beds are neatly stacked and placed at the head of the bed, which looks like the bedroom where disciples of the sect lived when they were studying.

Yan Ji raised her eyes and looked around and found a big golden word "Buddha" written on the wall at the head of the bed, and there were also several portraits of Buddha and Bodhisattva hanging on both sides of the word Buddha. As a disciple of the Taoist sect, Yan Ji naturally did not know the Bodhisattvas in the painting, but he guessed that he must be in a temple now.

Since waking up, Yan Ji has not felt any discomfort in her body, and her physical strength and strength have returned to normal. Now it's like waking up, but she has dreamed too much and her mind is dizzy.

After Yan Ji put on her clothes and getting out of bed, her first thought was where was the senior sister now? Have you been hurt? He hurriedly got out of bed and pushed the door open. He saw the sunset outside the house and the sunset glow. It seemed that it was already evening.

He slept for too long and was quite uncomfortable by the strong sunlight. After blinking his eyes and adapting to the strong light, he could see a small courtyard outside the door. There were rooms for people under the corridors on all sides, and there were still numbers hanging on the door. The floor of the courtyard is paved with bluestone floors. In the center of the courtyard is a flower bed with a pine tree. The soil under the tree is covered with Asakusa and a few small white flowers. The breeze blows, as if there is a faint fragrance of grass and flowers.

Yan Ji walked out of the courtyard door and presented a spacious garden in front of him. There are dozens of small courtyards where Yan Ji lived. Looking into the distance, there are countless solemn Buddhist halls and pagodas. It seems that this place is indeed a place of Buddhism.

As soon as Yan Ji wanted to find someone to ask where this place was, he heard a voice behind him and said to him, "Have you recovered from the wounds on your nephew?"

Yan Ji quickly turned around and saw that the man was Uncle He Fanglu. I don't know when he appeared behind him. He immediately saluted He Fanglu and said respectfully, "Disciples have met Uncle."

He Fanglu looked at Yan Ji's face, nodded and said, "All the disciples have been injured. Now they are lying in the Zen room to cultivate. Only your nephew, you act as usual and look safe. It seems that the cultivation of the nephew is quite profound. The young generation of disciples of Taiqing Palace are afraid to be led by you, Guang Yishi Brother, it's really **.

Yan Ji was not moved by the praise of this cold-looking uncle. He only said, "Uncle praised it." After a pause, he asked again, "Bright, uncle, where is my sister now?" Is she seriously injured?

He Fanglu pointed out a courtyard in the garden for Yan Ji and told Yan Jiliang the number of Xiangling's room. After hearing this, Yan Ji wanted to visit his senior sister Liang Xiangling immediately, but when he thought about meeting his uncle and leaving soon, he seemed to be disrespectful to his elders, so he decided to talk more with He Fanglu: "Uncle, where is this?"

He Fanglu answered him, "This is the 'Yueyin Temple' not far from Hengshan Mountain in Nanyue. The abbot of the temple has some contacts with the 'Yulin Temple' of Jiuhua Mountain in my four sects. It is the relationship between the arrogant Shang people of Yunlin Temple that we borrowed a few meditation rooms to cultivate."

Yan Ji felt that the name "du wa" was relatively familiar with it. He searched carefully in his mind and immediately remembered and asked He Fanglu, "Did the people of Yunlin Temple also come on this trip to Xiaoxiang? Three years ago, I was attacked by a demon. Fortunately, I met an atrod superior who appeared to relieve the siege, so I survived. This time I should go to visit him.

He Fanglu nodded and replied faintly, "Yes, the superiors have also come and live in this temple, but the heads of the four major factions are busy negotiating to deal with the magic religion these days. It's not convenient for you to disturb. Wait a little longer."

Yan Ji nodded and answered. Looking at this cold-faced uncle, he didn't know what to say to him. After thinking about it for a while, he asked, "Uncle, how many people are injured in the palace in the battle with the tree demon?"

He Fanglu's face suddenly darkened a little and whispered, "Half of it, many people were seriously injured and had to be cultivated for many days."

Yan Ji was also uncomfortable when she heard the news. She lowered her head for a moment and said, "Those demons are so powerful that they just hate that they don't have the ability to get rid of it."

He Fanglu looked at Yan Ji a few more times and said, "If every disciple in Taiqing Palace has the cultivation of a teacher and nephew, even if he is swallowed by the tree demon, he will not die, then it will be much better. Even if he can't kill the tree demon, he can protect himself and not cause many deaths and injuries."

When He Fanglu thought of the weak situation of scarce talents and masters in the Taiqing Palace, he couldn't help sighing and stopped talking. Yan Ji saw that his uncle looked depressed and sad, and he didn't talk to him again. At this moment, the two of them are in the garden like two wooden stakes.

After a long time, I heard He Fangluo say in a low voice: "Nice and nephew, go back and rest for a while. Don't let go of my Taiqing palace Taoism study. That's it. I'll discuss something with the leaders of the other three factions."

Yan Ji was relieved and answered, watched He Fanglu leave here, and then immediately ran to Liang Xiangling's room. It seemed that he couldn't wait.