Leaving Caitong, Shui Ling'er rushed to the Valley of Falling Thoughts.

The surroundings were still filled with an eerie atmosphere, and it seemed thicker and thicker, as if ghosts were constantly floating through the air.

When he reached the edge of the valley, and had not yet established himself, he was horrified to find that there was already a man standing there.

I saw that the man's hair was as white as snow, scattered over his shoulders. The hem of his robe fluttered in the wind, and from behind, it looked like a terrifying ghost. He was standing at the edge of the valley, looking intently at the bottom of the valley as his shoulders rose and fell as if he were crying.

Shui Ling'er didn't care about fear, and asked, "Who are you?"

When the man heard someone coming, he seemed to be frightened, and turned back suddenly, and as soon as the two saw each other, they immediately shouted in horror: "Ahh

"Uncle Xing?" Shui Ling'er screamed, "It's so late, Uncle Shi, what are you doing in Falling Thoughts Valley?"

Zhu Xing's expression was already broken, he couldn't cry, he looked at Shui Ling'er and wanted to speak, but his lips trembled so much that he couldn't speak.

After standing still for a moment, he suddenly burst out with a terrible roar that resounded through the night sky: "I must die! I must die in front of my brother, so that Aunt Ximu will not cut off his immortal roots!"

Shui Ling'er's small body was weak, as if she had fallen into an ice cave covered with ice, and she shivered and pointed at him and asked, "Uncle Shi, are you ...... What are you talking about? You can make it clearer, Aunt Ximu, why do you want to cut off my master's immortal root? You ...... How did it come to this?"

Zhuxing didn't answer, his eyes looked at the bottom of the Falling Thoughts Valley with empty eyes, and he smirked madly: "I know I have to jump, for the sake of my brother, I have to jump, I come here in the middle of the night every day, but I don't dare, I don't have the courage! I really don't have the courage to jump!"

Shui Ling'er walked over slowly, trying to catch him, but he had already noticed it, suddenly retreated, jumped out of the way, and asked vigilantly: "What are you going to do? You all think that I should die for Yuezhuxian, right? You want to push me down? I know, you regard your master as heavy as life, and you want to push me down for him!"

Shui Ling'er shook her head desperately, stood in place and didn't dare to move again, just waved her hand and said: "Uncle Shi, you are crazy, you listen to me, I will never push you down, I just want you to sue me, what the hell is going on!"

Zhuxing's head shook like a wind chime blown by a strong wind, and his tears rolled like beads with broken threads.

Shui Ling'er wanted to catch up, but suddenly remembered Caitong's words: The master is running out of time, and he will die in a few days. Therefore, he could only temporarily put aside his worries about Zhuxing, enter the Falling Thoughts Valley first, and take the tears of the three Gu Carving Beasts.

At this time, he pointed out that Tianzen Yicheng was about to be practiced, and between his fingers, there was already a faint flow of sword qi, but he had not yet reached the Cheng dù that could be retracted and released freely. But in any case, he didn't want to waste time because of hesitation, so he jumped into the valley.

Shui Ling'er's body kept falling, and the wind whistled in her ears.

He wanted to open his eyes and look around, but the upper and lower eyelids seemed to have been glued together by the wind. But by feeling, he could feel that the glimmer of resentment was constantly flickering in front of him.

I don't know how long it took, but the speed of his descent began to weaken, and his body became floating. He felt that the resistance of the wind was getting less and less, so he tried to open his eyes, and slowly, he could see.

……

No darkness seems to compare to the darkness in the Valley of Reflections.

Shui Ling'er intuitively thought that someone was pouring buckets of thick ink into the valley.

And this darkness sets off the resentment that is scattered in all directions even more weird. The flames of resentment were like faint candles, dimly reflecting the condition of the valley: there was no grass, no trees, nothing alive, only countless raised rocks, and a large group of caves of various sizes scattered between the rocks.

The most frightening thing is that those grievances are not only fluttering, but also constantly talking to themselves like chanting scriptures.

The chatter of thousands of people, mixed in a chaotic manner, formed an indiscernible noise, and no one could hear what these people were saying, only a headache from the noise.

Shui Ling'er struggled with both feet, freeing herself from her floating state and standing on the ground of the strange rocks.