Vol 2 Chapter 383: Chasing

At the moment of Su Qing’s death, Gu Qingshan first discovered one thing.
The stream is flowing backwards.
Gu Qingshan is very certain that there is no one around to release the technique.
He looked up and looked at the sky.
At this time it was noon, but the hot sun quickly fell to the east.
The sky is getting darker.
Time retreats from noon to morning.
The dawn came and was engulfed by the night.
Under the dark night, the shallow moon appears from the clouds, and the moonlight is sprinkled on the earth.
The moon rises and falls.
The skylight once again removes the night.
Sunset is magnificent.
At dusk, the evening glow is full of sky, but the deep red sun is flying back to the sky, getting brighter and brighter, and finally hanging high in the middle of the sky, the light is bright.
noon.
It is noon.
Gu Qingshan did not move for a while, but only carefully observed around.
The stream returned to normal again and ran down the hillside.
The body of Su Qing suddenly disappeared.
A fire came from the far air, and it fell firmly in front of Gu Qingshan.
Gu Qingshan just picked up this message, and suddenly it sounded nervous:
"Su feelings, now it has been determined, tomorrow morning, the precepts elders will say your business in public!"
Su... love?
How do I really become a feeling of love?
Gu Qingshan dropped the message and spread his hand to look at the jade.
This is the jade slip left to himself before the death of Su.
According to Su Qing, this jade can help himself.
Gu Qingshan Dan Tian Ling Li reminded, activated Yu Jian.
In the next second, the voice of Su Qing came out from the jade:
"Gu Daoyou, if you speak now, you must listen carefully."
"Innumerable years, the Kunlun world has lived a constant day, from noon on the first day until noon the next day. During this period, everything will happen again, no exception."
"There is almost no one aware of this, except me."
"Because in this day, I am the only practitioner who chooses to do it myself. When the soul is isolated, it seems to have broken the technique, so every time I come back, I can always remember how I died."
"I don't know why this world has become like this, but I have been in this day for a long time. After each death, I went deep into Kunlun City with my soul, and I have thoroughly understood everyone and everything. Still can't find the answer."
"Until recently, when I died again, a piece of debris fell from the sky and landed in front of me."
"Yes, that's the piece you want to go."
"When it came, there were some visions in the sky. The immortals of the heavenly Yaochi Xiangong suddenly disappeared completely until the debris was hidden by me, and the immortal talents appeared again."
"Maybe this is the key."
"Unfortunately, I am dying every day, I have been bitter, I have no way to change my destiny, let alone fly this kind of thing."
"Now, I can finally rest in peace, and you will stay in this world and fill my position."
"Looking for a way to go to Yaochi Tiangong, there are ways to fly up the Seventh Avenue, but no one can practice perfection in one day and reach the conditions of soaring."
"You are from the outside world, so strong, there must be hope to unlock the secrets of this world."
"I... I can't stand this world, goodbye."
The sound disappeared here.
Gu Qingshan silently counted, suddenly looked at the black silk thread on his hand.
The black thread is still in his hand, and the other end points to somewhere in the city.
In any case, first take the debris of the delimited sword and then think about other things.
Gu Qingshan’s mind has been set, and his body shape flashes and flies away in the direction of the black thread.
After a quarter of an hour.
He stood in front of a broken temple and looked at it seriously.
The temple has been run down, but it has occupied a large area. The crowds around it are bustling, but no one has looked at the temple and no one has entered the temple.
The black silk thread leads Gu Qingshan, and the other end penetrates the ancient circle on the wall and goes deep into the temple.
The entire temple was shrouded in a strange force, and within a certain range, the mind did not work.
"This is the power of the Dharani... It’s been a long time since I met the monk."
Gu Qingshan whispered, went to the front of the temple, loudly said: "Is there someone inside?"
no respond.
Gu Qingshan's figure flashed into the temple.
There is thick dust everywhere.
It’s been a long time since no one has been here.
Gu Qingshan relaxed instead.
No one represents the piece of debris and is not taken away by others.
God does not work, he can only go step by step.
Stepping on the long steps, crossing a few promenades, passing through a hall of ceremonial Buddha, Gu Qingshan finally walked to the depths of the temple.
He stood in front of the last hall.
On the top of the main hall, a fist-sized hole was broken, and the sun shone from the hole and shone on the only statue of a monk.
The monk's statue is awkward, amiable and intimate, covered in dust, and seems to have not been cleaned for many years.
In the hands of the statue, there was a sharp piece of debris.
Six pieces of delimited swords.
Gu Qingshan’s eyes fell on the piece.
He thought about it and held a fist at the statue: "Daoyou, the piece in your hand is of great use to me. I want to exchange it with you for other things."
The statue of the monk was slightly shocked, and the dust on his body fell down.
"Amitabha... finally waited for this day."
The statue opened his eyes and looked at Gu Qingshan. His eyes slowly moved back and fell on his hands.
The sharp sword of the monk statue, asked: "This donor, who is going to reincarnate in Kunlun City?"
He actually came alive.
Gu Qingshan looked at this scene silently, thinking quickly in his heart.
"Su feelings," he replied.
The monk statue said: "So the donor is now Su?"
Gu Qingshan said: "Yes."
The monk sighed and said: "We calculated many times that year, and calculated that although the Kunlun world has been abolished, it will not cause the evil spirits to pay attention again, but as time goes by, the evil spirits are getting stronger and stronger, and will reach Their goal, this time, they will eventually destroy the innocuous Kunlun world."
"But on the eve of the ruin, there will be a special thing falling in the Kunlun world."
The two men’s eyes fell together on the fragments of the six delimited swords.
"What do you mean, can this thing save the Kunlun world?" Gu Qingshan asked.

No,
said the monk statue.
It’s just an opportunity.

"The opportunity?"
"Yes, you see, it brought you to the Kunlun world, and let the world, after countless years, produce the first person to break away from the sea of ​​bitterness."
Gu Qingshan knows that the other person is talking about Su, and simply asks: "Do you want me to help you?"
The statue lifted the debris and asked: "Do you want it?"
The statue slammed into a bullet.
The six-way demarcated fragments fell in the hands of Gu Qingshan.
"Thank you." Gu Qingshan immediately took up the debris.
The silk on his hand disappeared for a moment.
This means that in the Kunlun world, there are only two fragments of the six delimited swords.
Gu Qingshan was in a hurry and immediately wanted to leave the world.
But he has now replaced the Soviet Union and will spend countless repetitions in this world. What should he do to get out of this situation?
He was thinking, but the monk statue once again said: "The evil spirits are going to catch up. You must fly faster and rush to Yaochi Xiangong."
Gu Qingshan looked down.
I don't know when, a black silk thread flew out, rushed to the sky, and extended infinitely beyond Kunlun City.
The other party did not lie, there is something, and it is catching up.
The shadow of death gradually spread in the spirit of Gu Qingshan, and an inexplicable sense of urgency came to life.
Gu Qingshan said: "Do you need me to help save the Kunlun world? Why do you want me to fly?"
The monk statue has no sadness and no joy, and calmly said: "You must escape a little faster, and escape with the Kunlun community."
"Do you think that I am not an opponent of evil spirits?" Gu Qingshan asked with a smile.
The monk statue smiled and said: "Amitabha, the murder of the donor is too heavy, and Xiao Yan appreciates it."