After being reborn, he became cinnabar in the heart of Quanxianmen

Lu Ran hurriedly asked Yi Yao to help explain.Yi Yao in the dream suppressed a smile, but he was too lazy to talk nonsense.Spreading the bone wings on his back and flying into the sky, he seemed to feel completely unaffected by that strange coercion.With a lift of Moxi, he threw Duanmujian onto the platform.

Everything that follows is accelerated.The volcanoes form a circle, surrounding the unprotected plain in the center, like a fiery golden ring held by the evil god on the earth.The molten magma soon spread to the entire area from all directions.

After the dark red hot magma cooled down, it turned into black scorched earth, which accumulated thickly on the yellow-brown ground layer by layer, and had already flooded the foot of the mountain, almost as high as a three-story building.

Amidst the loud rumbling sound, more molten rock spewed out endlessly from the top of the mountain.The tiny worms that spewed out from the volcano's belly along with the magma struggled in the scorched earth, most of them died quickly, and a few of them were especially strong and managed to sneak into the bottom of the black earth.

But those who have reversed the order and visited the realm of worshiping gods in advance know that this catastrophe is far from over.The accumulation of black soil will continue for a long time to feel hopeless.These magmas will accumulate to unimaginable heights within a few days.

After a heavy rain, the smoke and dust in the sky will also fall to the ground with the rain.At that time, nearly half of the height of the mountain standing in the center of the plain was submerged in black soil.

The original majestic mountain will become a hill that is not worth boasting of its height.The rocky outcrop near the summit on which they stood would become a sacred platform halfway up the mountain.

The passage of time in dreams is chaotic.The volcano has calmed down the anger, but the tiny people are still immersed in the shock and fear brought by the catastrophe.With the vicissitudes of time and the continuation of bloodlines from generation to generation, the faces of the crowd have gradually changed.Old people are replaced by new people.

The rudiment of a temple for priests quietly appeared on this platform that seemed to be blessed by the gods.Another, finer and more splendid temple appeared at the foot of the mountain, shining with alluring light.

In the sky, blood was surging, and a deep circular black hole shrouded their heads, motionless, without light, without sound, and there was only nothingness in the pitch black.

This time, Lu Ran did not use Ruomu to guide the people in the dream.Yi Yao also stood motionless, waiting for the two young nuns to make their own choices.

Duanmujian looked at the former halfway up the mountain, now at the foot of the mountain.Looking up, there is an unknown darkness; looking back down the mountain, there is a warm and pleasant fire in the temple.As long as you get there, all disasters will end, and all memories smuggled from dreams can be forgiven.They wake up instantly with memories.

But where that soft light shines is not their journey.

She turned her head resolutely, her eyes burning: "Let's continue upward."

Ruomu made a clanging sound.

Just then, a deep voice came:

"【I can't go forward with you.】"

Duanmujian turned his head in astonishment and looked at Song Jun beside him.

Song Jun looked down at the foot of the mountain intently, with a gloomy and stern expression.Ruomu followed Song Jun's gaze, and at some point on the black soil, small raised bumps appeared one after another.The chrysalis moved one after another, like pustules emerging from the cheeks of the earth, densely scattered all over the entire plain.

Under the soil, something is trying to drill upwards and surge upwards, and it can penetrate the ground and break out of the ground at any time.Countless pairs of dark, cold insect eyes lurk underground, gazing at the vibrant land above.

"Since the fortress city, the devil locusts, have followed us closely, and no level of dreams can be spared. So now, they are coming again."

Lu Ran stared at Song Jun through Ruomu's vision, and gradually understood what she was going to do.

Unlike before, at the end of each era, they will be automatically transported to the next place by the formation of the dream.But this time the disaster crossed the border, and they stayed where they were.

In this world, history moves forward in a normal order, and the millennium is always connected.If no one stopped the magic locust here, the magic locust would chase after them without a moment's breath.

Because of the inexplicable pressure, they had to grit their teeth and bear it even when they stood up straight and walked.The upward path was already full of hardships, and it was impossible for the two of them to distract themselves from blocking the locusts attacking from behind.And their dignity and reason do not allow them to pin their lives on Yi Yao, a magic cultivator of unknown origin, who does whatever he wants.

Song Jun understands that on the way forward, Duanmujian's knowledge is far more suitable for this dream than her own.It is precisely because she can empathize with this dream world that she fainted inexplicably in the realm of worshiping gods.

They had to move on, so she had to stay where she was.

She wants to stop the magic locust on her own and buy time for those who continue to move forward.

She is a fire-attribute spiritual root. Although her cultivation level is not high, the attack power of fire-attribute spells on magic insects is greater.After all, this is the main reason why Master Zhi Tianming sent her here after divination.

It's impossible for the dignified princess to be treated as a handy weapon by Master.But Song Jun is more willing to believe that Lu Bai didn't deliberately send her and Lu Ran to a place of no return.If Master knows that this trip is so dangerous, he will definitely make more thorough considerations.

After all, the rumored real person who knew the destiny also failed to escape the curse of the 20-year Wuyuanying.He also makes mistakes sometimes.

Song Jun took out the remaining thunder pipes from the mustard bag and stuck them on the ground one by one.In the early morning when she fled to the temple, because she couldn't bear the threat of death, she fell into a coma after witnessing the distorted morning and evening, and the overwhelming insect swarm.

But now, her heart is very peaceful, and she doesn't even have much fear.

In a place she didn't realize, this dream, which was stabilized by Grandmaster Taixi with formations, had subtly left a unique mark on her soul.

After Duanmujian discovered that Yi Yao could protect himself, he didn't bother to use magic to protect him, and even tried to make Yi Yao contribute more.At that time, Song Jun could not agree with this salty fish behavior, but now she understands that Duanmujian was right to do everything possible to save mana.

Su Muya was already in a sea of ​​sand with thin spiritual power, and they were in a more mysterious dream. Even if they brought the elixirs and spiritual stones of the Supplementary Technique, they didn't have time to slowly absorb and refine them.

Now, the mana in her spiritual sea is almost exhausted.Duanmu Jian, who has more practical experience, still has more than half of his spiritual power left behind, which is enough to complete the return to the spirit later.

Song Jun did not tell Duanmu Jian that her spiritual power was almost exhausted.She has other options.And——Song Jun shook Minglei's icy-cold tube vigorously—he had already made up his mind.

Lu Ran saw the flash of determination on Song Jun's face through Ruomu, and felt uneasy in his heart.In the forgotten and shattered memory, there seemed to be a sharp needle piercing his heart.

Yi Yao looked deeply at the female cultivator with the fire spirit root in front of him, and the hazy mist that belonged to the past flooded his eyes again.

The current second disciple of Taiyi, Bai Ling, is named after Ling Lu Zhiling, the former leader of the Taiyi formation. He himself is also one of the four heroes in the early Yuan Dynasty because of his superb control of the formation. wall".

Song Jun recalled the flame formation that Bai Ling taught her before, and at the same time squeezed out a teasing smile at Duanmujian with a complicated expression:

"Why don't you leave? Do you just want to steal Taiyi's unique formation?"

Duanmujian couldn't laugh at all.She knew that the devil worm was about to break out of the ground, and it was completely emotional and a waste of precious time to continue the stalemate.But she really couldn't leave Song Jun alone in the coming insect swarm.

The two knew each other when they were young, and it was obvious that she was the more mature and advanced one of the two.Returning to the spirit is a matter of the world of cultivating immortals.Song Jun has been a princess in the mortal world for more than ten years, but in the last few years she suddenly decided to break away from the world of mortals and step into the immortal way.It's just building the foundation, not even the golden core, strictly speaking, it hasn't even entered the threshold of immortality.

This weird and terrifying illusion is not a place where a princess of the mortal world should come...

Lu Ran was worried, looking at the calm girl in front of Ruomu, he didn't know where the anxiety and pain in his heart came from.Yi Yao suddenly touched the top of his hair lightly, and said, "I will stay too."

The person in the dream also heard this sentence.Song Jun subconsciously refused: "No, there are more dangerous ones ahead..."

"Even ordinary people can overcome the disaster in the future." Yi Yao shook his head and vetoed:

“[Don’t hesitate to turn back because you are worried about us, and don’t stop in confusion because of the darkness ahead.]”

He looked straight into Duanmujian's eyes: "I heard that you are one of the most outstanding geniuses among young monks of this generation. You should be able to go to the end of your dreams alone. You just need to keep moving forward, don't Hesitate, don't regret, don't back down."

Lu Ran couldn't hear the conversation in the dream, but looking at his expression, Yi Yao, who was always gentle and soft in front of him, seemed to have said quite harsh words to Duanmujian.But Duanmujian did not become angry from embarrassment, but slowly clenched his fists.

Ruomu fluttered in the air in confusion and landed on Duanmujian's shoulder.Duanmujian also stared straight at Yi Yao:

"I know you are a demon cultivator. I want you to swear to your heavenly demon that if Song Jun is in danger, you will protect her at all costs and send her out of the dreamland safely."

Yi Yao seemed to have heard a joke that couldn't be more funny: "Swear to the demon? Okay."

There was a hateful sneer at the corner of his mouth:

"I swear to the head of all demons, the source of darkness, the ancient fallen gods, and the evil spirits of heaven. I will protect the safety of all the disciples of the Taiyi sect when the demonic energy is raging again. Even if their bodies are smashed to pieces and their souls fly away, I will not hesitate."

The howling cold wind curled his long black hair.Two bloody sin marks loomed in Yi Yao's eyes.A faint smell of blood wafted from his heart.

Song Jun wanted to say something more, but Duanmujian waved his hand to stop her, touched Ruomu on his shoulder with his fingers, and showed a gentle smile after a long absence:

"It's okay, and Ruomu is with me. Your little junior brother is much more reliable than this uncertain demon cultivator. Don't worry, it's okay, trust me."

Under the coercion of the bloody sky, she raised her head and stared at the unknown mountaintop surrounded by darkness, her long black hair fluttered, and the bright red cinnabar imprint faintly burned on her chest:

"【I will meet you again at the end of the dream.】"

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The most respected patriarch in this original land, when the disaster struck, judged that it was impossible to survive on the plains, and only by climbing to the high ground could he win a chance of survival.

Before he became the patriarch, he was a skilled ordinary hunter.He knew there was a ledge on the hill.Every spring, the snow on the top of the mountain melts, and the gurgling water will be diverted under the barrier of rocks, so that the platform will always be kept fresh and dry.

There are hunters there who have been repairing and improving bridges according to the ancestors' precepts that have been studied over time and the reasons for their construction are no longer known.and stored water and dry food.

He led his men knocking on doors from house to house.Some people were frightened and stupid, and the whole family held hands and locked the door and lay at home quietly waiting to die.Some people were driven mad and fled blindly across the plain.

In the end, some people followed him, staggering and retreating towards the mountain amidst the shaking of the ground.In the end, less than 2000 people successfully climbed to the prominent platform in the mountain.

The patriarch did not survive.

He waited at the end of the line, the last to step onto the crumbling dirt bridge.In the violent shaking of the mountain, the bridge collapsed.He pushed the young man in front of him, who was also his adjutant, and fell off the bottomless cliff, disappearing into the dark red magma below.

The young adjutant who was pushed to the other side was hurriedly dragged up by other tribesmen.He climbed on the edge of the cliff almost collapsed, staring at everything with wide eyes, squeezed out the last tear from his dry eyes, and slid across the black ash on his cheeks, revealing a vague indigo diamond pattern.

He almost caught the patriarch.He has even hooked the carefully polished metal chain on the patriarch's hand——

But the chain could not bear the weight of the human body and broke.

He stared blankly at the necklace in his hand, and seemed to be able to feel the warmth of the patriarch from it.

The anger of the mountains burned for seven days before it was extinguished.Thick black smoke covered the sky.It wasn't until after a heavy rain that the survivors of Sumuya finally saw the gray-blue sky again.

The chaotic daylight reflected the devastated ground below.Thick black scorched earth covered everything, reshaping the topography of the plain.

Thousands of years ago, the homelands established by those homeless people who survived death and came back to life were destroyed once again.

They are the last survivors on this land.

"I am leaving this hopeless place. I have no attachment to my hometown. Come with me."

"........."

"What can you do with these old, weak, sick and disabled waste?"

"........."

"You have no future."

"........."

The young man looked at the distant figure, touched his pocket, and put the necklace that once belonged to the former patriarch on his neck.On the carefully polished metal chain, the rhombus pattern is shining.

He didn't notice that when he took out his pocket, a grain of wheat fell out of the hole in his clothes.

after a few weeks.

A bountiful rain transits.

Amidst the surprised cries of the early children, the adults ran out of the shabby house one after another.In the black soil, fluffy seedlings grew overnight.The fresh green sprinkled on the black soil field is like a little green fluorescence in the dark cave.

On this piece of black scorched earth where countless lives were buried, a new life was born.

months later.

autumn.

An unprecedented harvest.

Although manpower and material resources are insufficient, the growth of the crops is better than any crops they have carefully tended on the yellow-brown land.They have never seen such a plump corn, such a strong millet.

The eruption of the volcanic group brought destruction, but also accidentally brought enough fertile black soil for Su Muya to regenerate.

The former young adjutant, now the new leader, hangs around his neck the relics left by the previous patriarch - the metal rhombus necklace, leading all the remaining survivors, kneeling in the middle of the plain, only half the height of the mountain before the mound.

This is their sacred mountain.

And where they couldn't see, a huge river was blocked by sudden magma.After the magma cooled, it formed a high natural dam, and the rushing river water was trapped in the dam, with nowhere to go, and gathered into a huge lake.

The sediment brought by the upper reaches accumulated on the bottom of the river day after day, and the Taotao River had nowhere to enter.Finally, one day after hundreds of years, the bottom of the lake will even be higher than the downstream plain.Hundreds of millions of tons of lake water accumulated for hundreds of years, hovering upstream like a sleeping beast.

With the rolling of a grain of gravel, the flapping of a butterfly's wings, or the bored breath of an evil god, the century-old dam made of rock collapsed in an instant.

This unimaginably huge hanging lake will tilt down with the anger of being besieged for a hundred years.With the monstrous waves, once again completely changed the track of the history of Sumuya.

It's just that all of these happened in the distance that can't be seen.Those silver-white souls who survived on the platform knew nothing about it.

They only know that they once again regained their lives from the dying place.

Just like their wandering ancestors a hundred years ago.

The author has something to say:

Normally, it is impossible for anyone to survive ORZ

Volcanic ash does contain fertilizers, but it certainly cannot be used as soil for planting →_→

The water conservancy part is also obviously made up

So the previous chapters have said that they are fantasy, and they should be regarded as silicon-based biological super Saiyans (bushi)