Chapter 280

The moon flowed, the stars shone, and countless white lights and shadows spread all over the polar sky, which was extremely magnificent.

Ji yuenian walked between the cold and desolate heaven and earth in the dark nothingness. Although she was a little surprised, she didn't feel lost.

"Dreams?"

"But I haven't really dreamed since I lit a dark spiritual fire hundreds of years ago."

"I think it should be that in recent days, I have improved my cultivation and touched the deep memory of the true spirit. The true spirit hooked me up and dragged me into the spiritual dream."

In Ji yuenian's mind, her thoughts flowed, but her steps never stopped, walking towards unknown places in this strange dream.

There was silence between heaven and earth, and there was no other sound except his own footsteps.

Click.

The light sound of fragmentation came into her ears, and Ji yuenian suddenly looked up and looked at the place where the sound came from.

A clear silver-white stream appeared from the darkness, and the cold stream gurgled past. There were several grotesque boulders standing by the stream. On each Boulder, there were dense small characters engraved. Under the moonlight, these small characters were all covered with a light white halo, which was very beautiful.

Ji yuenian's eyes did not look at those boulders, but looked fixedly at the dark places that had not appeared on the Bank of the stream, and her mind could not help but tremble slightly.

As the white awn spread, the darkness on both sides of the stream faded. A girl of about seven or eight years old sat on the ground by the stream, bowing her head and gesturing something with her hands.

"Zhao Yinyue," murmured Ji yuenian in a low voice, "in this way, this place should be a virtual image of the residual state of the moon spirit."

The girl didn't seem to be aware of the existence of Ji yuenian at all. After finishing what she was doing, she stood up by the stream, her cold eyes eased a little, and whispered to herself, "it has been more than 84000 years since she left the Zhaoming mountain. I don't know when creatures will enter here."

Ji yuenian was stunned in situ, and it seemed that she suddenly thought of something. There was a cold, bone chilling chill coming from the depths of the soul, which made her consciousness particularly clear for a moment.

Click.

Another light crack.

The world in front of me was completely distorted by the thin white light and shadow, and in an instant, another scene was formed again.

A handsome young man in a luxurious robe fell to the ground, his expression was extremely frightened, his fingers trembled, pointed to the girl in a white skirt by the stream, and stammered, "are you a ghost... A ghost or... A demon?"

Ji yuenian looked at the familiar young man in brocade quietly like an outsider, and recognized his real identity.

Zhao Xingyan, the old owner of the Zhao family in Taichu.

Hearing Zhao Xingyan's words, the girl's cold eyes suddenly looked over. There was boundless anger in her pupils, and two noble and incomparable smells poured out of her body. This smell made Zhao Xingyan couldn't help kneeling down completely, and even the spirit trembled subconsciously.

"Demons, ghosts, such humble creatures, how can they be compared with me?" The girl gently raised her head and looked at the nothingness and darkness outside the remnant of the moon spirit. "My father lives in Zhaoming mountain by the East China Sea, and his blood is extremely noble, but..."

Boom!

An obsidian thunder column came from the void and directly cleaved in front of the white skirt girl, which also covered up all the words in her mouth.

The girl looked at the terrible thunder that gradually dissipated in front of her, and a trace of sadness appeared in her cold eyes, muttering, "that's all."

Click.

All the pictures were broken, and in a very short time, another scene that made Ji yuenian's heart tremble was reconstructed.

Gene age

Unknown places, countless white lights and shadows are intertwined and scattered, and a snow-white nine petal lotus platform virtual shadow is faintly condensed. The power contained in this lotus platform is extremely terrifying. Just a hint of it is enough to make Ji yuenian's eyes ignite the spiritual fire virtual shadow, and it is difficult to stand in the original place.

On the nine petaled snow lotus, a piece of moon white brocade and silk is suspended, and hundreds of small words are embroidered on the brocade and silk, and each word is suffused with a magical and beautiful light white halo.

I don't know how long it took, Ji yuenian's terrible pressure around her body dissipated. With a gentle step, she appeared directly on the nine petaled lotus platform.

Ji yuenian stretched out her sleeve robe and gently took the moon white silk over.

This is Zhao Yinyue's handwriting.

"If so, it is true that Prajna paramita has been deep for a long time, and it is true that the five implications are empty, and it does not fall on the appearance of people, beings and longevity, which is called all Dharma empty appearance..."

"It is the empty phase of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increased nor decreased..."

Reading this, the true spirit of Ji yuenian trembled violently, and it was obvious that some could not bear the power of the Scripture.

With her eyes slightly closed, Ji yuenian's deep thoughts became more and more confused, and she whispered to herself, "this sutra is called the Prajna Sutra, and it actually comes from the same source as the great mercy mantra I practiced, but how could she have the Sutra of 'Buddha'?"

She refers to Zhao Yinyue.

The power of the moon spirit to destroy the territory has long been exhausted. When destroying the territory of the sun, 70% of the power was refined into a "snow falling sword" by Zhao Yinyue, and the remaining power was to preserve the nine petaled lotus platform and the Prajna Sutra.

"This is the last thing that she can leave to me before she annihilates." Ji yuenian opened her eyes, and her eyes were extremely rarely confused. "This situation of fate is enough to connect heaven and earth. Not only Zhao Yinyue, but also the goddess of Xuanyin on her mother, as well as many creatures in Zhaoming mountain by the East China Sea, are chess pieces."

After the cultivation, the mysteries in the deep memory of the soul not only did not decrease, but were more unpredictable and frightening than before.

Put away the white silk of that month, and Ji yuenian looked down at the huge nine petal light and shadow lotus platform under her feet.

If you want to break into the spiritual realm of the divine sea, you need to cultivate a trace of true spirit and virtual shadow from the divine palace, and the quality of the required spiritual foundation is the top priority at the time of breaking the realm.

This snow-white nine petaled lotus platform is the base of Yun Ling left by Zhao Yinyue.

It is rare in the world to have such a mysterious spiritual foundation.

Although Zhao Yinyue has long been annihilated between heaven and earth, she still has a deep debt to Ji yuenian here.

Princess Aoli was burdened with the cause and effect of heaven, but she completely destroyed the foundation of Taiyi in the earthly world that turned into "Zhao Yinyue" within 16 years. Finally, she was unable to face all this directly, so she chose not to resist fate anymore, and left with her arms folded.

Although Princess Aoli fell, the mysterious cause and effect of fate did not stop, but all fell into the true spirit of Ji yuenian.

The nine petal snow jade lotus platform gradually shrinks, and the dense white light and shadow interweave on it, slowly printing into the eyebrows of Ji yuenian.

Ji Yue closed her eyes young, her long dark eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was an unspeakable sense of desolation rushing from the depths of her heart.

This is not his own mood, but Zhao Yinyue's last sad and cold mood.

"Li'er disappointed her mother."

A cool female voice like the sound of nature sounded from her ear. Ji yuenian suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the intersection of light and shadow several tens of feet away in front of her.

In the unreal and distorted scene, a girl in a white skirt came out of the attic and knelt down in the direction of the East China Sea. Her white forehead dipped into the soil, and all her dark long hair fell like a waterfall.

The mother in his mouth is the natural God in charge of the power of extreme Yin, the noble Xuanyin goddess.

This is the first and last time that Ji yuenian heard Zhao Yinyue's voice so truly.