Under the care of his elder brother and fellow seniors, Ye Qing nodded obediently, and after listening to many instructions, he dawdled for a while before carefully walking into the aisle.
   He is super well behaved.
   Just tell me what to say, in the previous life, every time he bid farewell to his parents and went to kindergarten, his family members did the same.
   Not knowing where he would land, Ye Qing took two slow breaths, his face tensed slightly.
   If he is unlucky enough to be in the air, he will fly with his sword or open his parachute. If it is on the ground, beware of monster ambushes. I saw others walking into the arc of the void where only one person could enter and exit, and felt a strong suction force. In the next second, he was covered by white light from head to toe, and slowly disappeared.
   When the white light faded like a tide, Ye Qing took a deep breath.
   There are two red moons on the horizon.
   The black sky spread to the distance like splashed ink, and the two blood-colored crescent moons were extremely conspicuous, as if smeared with blood.
   This is a barren land, in the cracks between the mountains, in the mist and white mist, there seems to be no human habitation, the surface is dry and cracked, only some rocks are exposed and exposed. There was no breeze in the air, and it seemed very quiet.
   The surrounding area is very empty, and it is difficult to distinguish the east, west, and north, giving people a faint sense of uneasiness.
   It seems that only stones can speak between heaven, earth and universe.
   Outside the water mirror, Elder Cheng stopped breathing suddenly, and his eyes went dark. Ye Qing was his most fearful disciple, he didn’t expect it to be so unsatisfactory at the beginning.
   He originally didn’t want to report Ye Qing, but in his opinion, Ye Qing was cute and weak, with no talent at all, and absolutely impossible to be the son of salvation. But there is also a possibility, if Ye Qing is, he Cheng Zuowang is just a small elder, not qualified to cover up the brilliance of the Son of Salvation, just as he did not conceal Qin Xun’s information at all, pushing him to the immortal Taoist state .
   The other monks whispered, “This little baby is unlucky to end up in such a field.”
   What field?
   Naturally it is Demon Realm!
   The Xuanling Secret Realm was opened in Nanchuanzhou, hidden in the extreme depths of Nanchuanzhou, almost deep into the hinterland, bordering the Demon Realm, and the terrain here is extremely dangerous. The native of Tongzhou and the disciple of Yunzhong Que are familiar with the cliffs and Gobi. They are alone, and they may be able to fight with their lives and barely fight their way out.
   If other disciples fall into it unfortunately, they will definitely have a narrow escape.
   Sure enough, in the next second, behind Ye Qing, the outlines of the stones that were blurred in the mist moved a little bit.
   Under the incomplete moonlight, it was creepy, but when Ye Qing turned his head, those stones were lifeless again.
   The powerful monks have all dealt with this place. These huge rocks are actually the guardians of the demon realm. When they take human form, they will send out thunderous falling stones. When it is more serious, it will roar and rush across the junction of immortals and demons, defeating the barrier all the way to attack Mingsha.
   In addition, above the fog, a group of high-ranking demon cultivators hovered over the cliffs and rocks. They all looked extremely ferocious, with black mist trailing behind them, as if they were watching this young cultivator who had unfortunately fallen into the demon realm.
   The white and clean young cultivator, whose cultivation base is only at the stage of Qi training, can barely squeeze his teeth. Moxiu has a cruel temperament, and his long nails can cut the throat of a monk at will.
   Being here, the sense of absurdity and creepiness can drive any monk crazy.
   Elder Cheng closed his eyes in despair. In all fairness, he is a cultivator who transforms himself into a god. If he wants to save Ye Qing, he will have to fight for a long time. Because most of the demon cultivators surrounding Ye Qing are in the Nascent Soul realm, it is conceivable that Ye Qing is doomed to a narrow escape.
   However, at the next moment, his eyes widened, and an unbelievable question came out of his throat, “What’s going on?”
   It turned out that Ye Qing didn’t notice anything strange, he honestly found an open space at random, and drew himself up as a prison.
   This circle is not big, and then Ye Qing curled up his whole body in the cloak, hugging his knees with his arms, just as he was told, and obediently stayed where he was, waiting for the brothers to come to him.
   The giant rock closest to him, under the cover of the blood moon, looked like a reddish-brown giant beast. The cultivators on the other side of the water mirror were worried about Ye Qing, the life of this sixteen-year-old cub might be hanging by a thread.
   Ye Qing admired it with great interest: Wow, wind-eroded landforms! Sure enough, there are a lot of strangely shaped stones!
   Under the enthusiastic admiring eyes of the young boy, Ju Yan didn’t dare to move at all, for he was afraid that his ugliness would scare the little master. He is like an ancient silent stone pillar, a giant guarding this place, protecting Ye Qing from the wind and sand, and providing a short-term shelter for one night.
   Ye Qing waited for a while, and fell asleep during the period.
   Thousands of miles away, a group of demon cultivators dragged their broken wings, unhurriedly stretched their finger bones, and their scarlet agate pupils were staring at Ye Qing’s white sleeping side face, with strong emotions in their eyes.
   Bloody murderous intent lingered all over his body, as if he was studying how to kill this cub who had strayed into the Demon Realm by mistake.
   This scene can easily take the breath away of others.
   Elder Cheng swallowed subconsciously, but in the next second, he saw that the killing intent of this group of demon cultivators had faded away, scattered like birds and beasts. Only a few people were left holding their swords, leaning against the cliff in the mist, staring at Ye Qing occasionally, looking like they wanted to see more but were bored.
   “???”
   What are the monsters doing, instead of making a mess of themselves, are they keeping vigil for the distinguished guests? ? ?
   Elder Cheng suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.
   The voice of Elder Ruocheng was heard by the monsters here, they absolutely scoffed, what happened to the vigil? They haven’t done anything more respectful.
   They didn’t recognize Ye Qing at first, and they really had murderous intentions in their hearts. After recognizing Ye Qing, they only had to bow their heads and surrender.
   Not to mention Ye Qing fell asleep in a daze.
   The facial features of the sixteen-year-old boy are very delicate. In the dark night, his face is like snow, his cheeks are covered with a layer of light down, his black and slender eyelashes are closed like two small fans, he looks like he is sleeping soundly, and he looks very cute.
   But behind him was the tall figure of a man with black hair and blue clothes.
   The appearance is unparalleled, the soul is majestic and towering, and the aura is like a god and demon. Just a ray of consciousness at the peak of crossing the catastrophe makes people fear and submit.
   They were startled and slowly lowered their heads.
   Rather than saying that Ye Qing slept against a rock, it would be better to say that he slept soundly, the young man’s thin and undeveloped back was leaning on his father’s powerful spiritual consciousness. Father’s beloved son – as long as he is there, no matter how bloody the world is, it will all bypass Ye Qing.
   Only Pei Xuan knew, from a long time ago.
   Ye Qing is his only weakness in the world alone.
   He was so hostile, he was the enemy of the whole world all his life, and he played against the law of heaven, but Xie Haiyao gave birth in October, which directly made Ye Qing jump into the battle between him and the law of heaven.
   The monk walked under the tree, and the birds sang in the branches.
   The monk and the bird had no communication at all.
   But the law of heaven is above, and Ye Qing happened to be the bird that jumped into his hit, and since then, an unpredictable and extraordinary fate has been involved.
   When did this touch of divine consciousness come down, Pei Xuan still clearly remembered.
   That was when Ye Qing was just over a year old and just started to crawl, the top of his head was still covered with sparse lanugo, his toes went limp, and he turned over and fell off the edge of the bed. With sharp eyes and quick hands, Pei Xuan picked up the child. It was the first time he was a father. He had never raised such a delicate cub. He was very silent, thinking that Ye Qing would cry.
   He was ready for consolation.
   Unexpectedly, the child’s little lotus root hugged his neck, whimpered and whimpered twice, and he didn’t know what scenery he saw, but when he closed his tear-filled eyes, he suddenly turned from crying to joy. He giggled, and said in a childish babbling voice: “Father…Dad, Tie Tie! Porridge, I like Dad!”
   In the soft voice, there is deep joy and dependence. The whole body of the cub seems to wish to be buried in the arms of the father.
   A small warm cub opened his arms towards him, with the most lively and enthusiastic smile, full of vigor and vitality.
   Pei Xuan hugged him, his heart was a little hot, and it was difficult to maintain his calm.
   He can feel that this cub likes his father very much, and this kind of joy can be transmitted, regardless of any status or utility. He just likes him, likes him as a lunatic, likes him as a blackened fallen devil, expelled from the whole world, human beings The devil who will kill him.
   Pei Xuan lowered his eyes slowly, stiffened his arms, and unskillfully embraced this passionate and clingy cub, feeling the unique fragrance of the cub’s milky voice, and since then, a ray of pain has been cast on his son. Consciousness.
   Pei Xuan has always been very clear.
   The son in his arms is now as weak as a baby bird, but the young phoenix in the cultivation world is as clear as the sound of the old phoenix. No matter how weak the bird is, it will have the courage to explore the world. Sooner or later, it will flap its wings, leave his wings, and leave the safe place. nest.
   So his consciousness exists for a day.
   No matter where Ye Qing goes, he is always there.
   ——
   On the other hand, other people who entered the secret realm were not so lucky.
   The water mirror reflects the current situation of all the disciples in the secret realm. Some are being chased by monsters, some have strayed into the mud, and some are killing each other. When the screen changed, it was Gui Yuanzong’s disciple.
   The haggard and pale face of a girl in white clothes quietly appeared on the water mirror. She didn’t know what happened to her. She was sitting on a flying sword, very weak and helpless, with thin tears floating in her beautiful eyes. When the eyelids were closed, tears suddenly slid down the cheeks.
   “Cheng Daoyou, is this your apprentice?” Someone recognized Yu Feixue and exclaimed.
   In the next second, the monks wondered, “Why is this little girl crying?”
   In fact, Yu Feixue’s situation was very gentle, she just fell into the boundless river, she barely managed to fly with her sword so as not to fall into the water.
   She leaned towards the river bank skillfully, and as a result, as Yujian flew, the surrounding scenery quickly retreated. The river wind blew her clothes fluttering, and the world seemed to be open and wide.
   She was full of joy, but when she found that no matter how she flew, she couldn’t fly in the continuous and never-ending river, her eyes widened, her face became more and more ugly, and her heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
   She was depressed for a while, and took out the jade slips to ask for help, first to Qin Xun, then to Senior Brother Zhou, after every spiritual message was lost.
   Her face was terrified, tears welled up in her eyes, and soon she began to hug her knees and cry.
   She cried more sadly than those disciples who were dying.
   “It’s a kid…”
   Seeing this scene, Elder Cheng reluctantly twitched the corners of his lips. Yu Feixue was the only apprentice under his sect.
   In the realm of comprehension, the relationship between master and apprentice is comparable to that of father and son, one day being a teacher and life being a father. He has a responsibility, but it doesn’t mean that he can be indifferent to Yu Feixue. Even though he was reluctant at the beginning and had been at odds for a long time, after more than ten years, he still had feelings for Yu Feixue.
   For more than ten years, he had given Yu Feixue exercises, sternly told her to improve her cultivation, but unfortunately she didn’t make much progress.
   Seeing the other party like this now, he couldn’t help but let out a long sigh, feeling resentful.
   As time passed, this cultivator at the transformation stage gradually hardened his heart. He said calmly, “I hope that the secret realm will teach her a truth. Asking for others is better than asking for yourself. Time is long, and a monk can only cross by himself in his life.”
   The master will ascend one step ahead of time, the Taoist couple will be different, and it is impossible for a person to cling to others for a lifetime.
   The weak are trapped by themselves, and the strong are crossed by themselves.
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