The far east of the Eastern Territory, the land of border towns.
A special emotion of panic, excitement, and confusion spread among the hearts of many monks in the border town.
Since the shocking battle that took place in the Fallen Land not far from here a few months ago, many of the Beiling Sect monks on duty in this side city have completely withdrawn and have not returned for several months.
A group of monks from the four realms who had been enslaved for decades and were almost numb did not dare to escape. They guarded the more deserted border town like frightened quails.
There are even monks who don't even dare to take off the forbidden iron shackles on their hands and feet. They are still doing the work of the period of slavery and control day after day, plowing the spiritual fields hard, for fear that the Northern Spirit Sect monks will leave and come back.
During this period, some teams of monks and spies from all over the world came to investigate the information. Some stayed in the border town, and some went to further areas.
On this day, hundreds of dark spirit boats suddenly appeared from the horizon of the distant mountains and forests.
The black army of monks with flickering auras followed closely around the spirit boat and pressed forward.
The counterattack army of the Four Seas Cultivation Alliance finally appeared a few months later.
In the border city, many monks were in panic. More and more people gathered on the city wall, or flew up, staring blankly at the black spirit boat that appeared in the distance, like a black spirit boat that covered the sky and the sun.
There was an atmosphere of depression, uneasiness and anxiety in the air, and even the wind blowing from the mountains and forests seemed to be blocked.
Many people's throats are parched and their minds are gripped by nervous emotions, bringing them to the verge of collapse from fear and excitement to the point of tears of joy.
The reason for fear is the thought that the brutal war across the four seas and four regions is about to begin.
They were excited because many of them had seen the flags fluttering on the spiritual boats in the distance, belonging to the Tiandao Sect, Hualong Sect, and Five Elements Escape Sect.
Some of them were once disciples of the sect, but they were trapped in the Four Realms. They had been tortured for decades and were in a terrible situation. Now when they see these familiar flags appearing, they can't help but feel emotional.
"It's back, it's all back!"
Some people's bodies trembled, tears streaming down their faces, and they couldn't help but open their arms and fly up from the city wall to welcome them with a hug.
Some monks from the Four Realms who had been outside the Bitter Territory for a long time seemed to suddenly ignite the flames in their hearts at this moment, and they cheered excitedly.
Someone immediately smashed the iron shackles for their companions, as if they had simultaneously defeated the suffering that had been suppressed and controlled for nearly thirty years, and now the pain is about to come to an end.
"They're back and we...are we finally free?"
Among the crowd, a woman with shabby clothes and a withered face looked a little old, but she could still vaguely see her beautiful face in the past. Her lips trembled. Her eyes, which were originally numb and almost dull, saw one of the large number of spiritual boats with a A glimmer of hope emerged from the spirit boat with the longevity sect's flag.
She is Le Yue, one of the former Changchun Sect's disciples who had great hope of being promoted to Foundation Establishment.
However, since they were accidentally separated when they moved with the sect leader Qiu Feng thirty years ago, they followed many other monks who fled to the border town, where they were enslaved by the Beiling Sect for nearly thirty years.
Now thirty years have passed, and she is now in her forties, but her cultivation has not improved an inch, and she has stopped at the sixth level of Qi training. How difficult is it to break through and step into foundation building in the future?
Huhuhu——
In the sky, one after another, like spiritual boats arranged in a copper wall and an iron wall, rushed straight towards them, blocking out the sky and the sun.
On one of the mountain-like spiritual boats under the banner of Tiandao Sect, Qiao Zhaoxian stood tall and majestic.
The eyes under his thick eyebrows were staring at the desolate border town in the distance like a torch, and the passion and excitement in his eyes were uncontrollable.
He fled overseas and wandered for thirty years, and now he finally had the chance to come back.
Even if he will face bloody battles in the future, he is no longer afraid.
Last time, he fought to protect the sect.
This time, he will fight to take back the Four Realms.
Cultivating in battle and making breakthroughs in battle are what Tiandao Sect monks are best at. Now, he is back!
"Old Chen, you have become the head of the sect, but you are still accustomed to practicing in the sect. Let's see who among us can break through the golden elixir and reach perfection first!"
Qiao Zhaoxian's eyes burst into intense light, full of expectation.
As for Gao Lingxiao from Shujian Pavilion on the other side, he didn't want to compare with him at all. She was just a younger sister. She had not yet broken through to the late stage of Golden Core. He had at least broken through to the late stage recently.
On the other side of the spiritual boat in Shujian Pavilion, Gao Lingxiao walked out of the cabin with fierce steps. His sword-shaped eyebrows were slightly raised and he looked at the border city ahead, and his pretty face returned to his usual proud and determined expression.
She glanced at the directions of Tiandao Sect and Changshou Sect, shook her head, and asked a junior brother next to her who was in charge of assistant.
"What is the preliminary work for this time?"
The assistant junior brother immediately bowed respectfully and said, "Your Highness, according to the arrangements of the Four Seas Cultivation Alliance, we only need to use the border town in front as the base point to start establishing a counterattack stronghold and a first defensive front.
This process takes about three months. During this process, we mainly stay here and patrol the surrounding areas with the stronghold as the center, working steadily."
Gao Lingxiao raised his eyebrows, "Three months?"
"That's right. It will take at least three months. During these three months, we mainly test each other and investigate information, especially the situation related to the Blood Sacrifice Domain."
Gao Lingxiao nodded slightly, a pair of beautiful eyes sparkling, "It seems that there are no difficult tasks that need to trouble me for the time being. I can continue to practice with peace of mind. Fortunately, the third-level spiritual veins in this city are still there."
Qiao Zhaoxian had broken through to the late stage of Jindan a month ago.
As for Chen Dengming, he had already reached the late stage of Jindan more than ten years ago, and his cultivation speed was simply unbelievable.
At the beginning, she had said that Chen Dengming's cultivation speed was not as fast as Qiao Zhaoxian's.
In my mind, I even compared myself to Chen Dengming in terms of cultivation speed.
As a result, among the three of them, she is the one lagging behind the most.
With her arrogance, it was impossible not to be depressed. Although she admired the two of them very much, now she just wanted to catch up.
The drizzle is like gauze and fog.
The entire mountains, houses and buildings of Tianxian Peak were painted with a thick layer of lead gray.
The rainwater is like silk, light and thin, with no pitter-pattering sound. It sneaks into the depths of the cave with the wind, mixed with the light of bursts of spiritual energy, really like the light of the immortal family, ethereal.
Waves of long and long breathing sounds came from the cave, and the spiritual light flickered.
In the blue-black spiritual light, a figure sits cross-legged, swallowing the clouds and spitting out mist. Even though the spiritual power is dormant, it is quite intimidating.
Suddenly, in the depths of the cave, there were two other figures shrouded in silver light. One of them suddenly flashed sharply, bursting out with a tyrannical momentum, with bright silver arcs shooting out from his body.
Then the momentum suddenly disappeared, almost to nothing, and the figure with the silver light all over his body also disappeared out of thin air.
"Um?"
Chen Dengming suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were shining brightly, and he was shocked to find that one of his martial arts clones had disappeared out of thin air.
He was a Martial Immortal clone just now and was practicing. Why did he suddenly disappear?
Even the soul mark can no longer be sensed.
"Could it be."
Chen Denming looked back in surprise, stood up and walked towards the cave in the back.
Another martial immortal clone who was studying the human-immortal body also stopped the transformation process of his magical power that gradually enlarged his body. He looked at the other clone that disappeared out of thin air and was confused.
"It seems that I have entered the Qiwu Desolate Realm, and it is the Wuxin Realm, so I can't even sense the soul mark now."
Chen Dengming frowned.
This is interesting.
He has never been in such a situation where he couldn't sense the soul imprint of his clone.
This means that the clone is beyond his control.
But even when the clone was controlled by Yinquan Ghost Lord, he was just unable to control the clone, not unable to sense the spiritual imprint of the clone.
"The clone has entered the state of mindlessness and will most likely die as its mental energy is exhausted, leaving nothing behind in the end."
Chen Dengming's eyebrows bulged.
This means that he will lose a clone.
It's okay to lose one clone, he can condense a new clone again.
But this clone has, after all, comprehended the realm of man's determination to conquer heaven and the seven-infinite realm for more than four months.
The clone dies, which means that more than four months of understanding and understanding are also ruined. All previous efforts are wasted and you have to start over.
If he can sense the spiritual imprint of the clone, Chen Dengming can also use the mind connection to transfer mental power to the clone.
But now there is nothing to do, and it seems that the only option is to accept the reality of the death of the clone.
"It seems that all the research on the Seven Unexpected Situations is dangerous, and the person might disappear. I still have a clone, which can let the clone try and avoid risks."
Chen Dengming shook his head and gave up on condensing the Martial Immortal clone to study the Seven Impossible Realms.
This is not an easy task and may take a long time and effort.
In the past, he could study it slowly, but now he needs to break through the realm as soon as possible, so he needs to put aside the martial arts magical power that he doesn't know when he will be able to study for the time being.
Chen Dengming was making secrets and was preparing to gather an immortal clone to assist in practicing the "Longevity Kung Fu".
Suddenly, my heart palpitated, and I once again vaguely felt the connection between the spiritual imprint of the Martial Immortal clone.
"Um?"
Chen Dengming's eyes showed a strange light, he dispersed the power of the heavenly immortal in his hand, and concentrated his mind to feel the existence of capturing the martial immortal's clone.
His whole person's consciousness became more and more condensed, and gradually seemed to go to the place where the martial arts clone was.
boom--
Chen Dengming was shocked. He felt that his mind was like a stranded ship, isolated and unable to approach his clone, as if it was an inaccessible holy place.
A magnificent picture gradually appeared in his mind.
It was a majestic palace, solemn and solemn, with three silvery and restrained ancient characters written on the plaque - 'Palace of the Heart'.
"Among the three halls of the human-immortal Taoism, the Human Heart Palace is the most elusive and the most difficult to find? The Human Heart Palace is related to my spiritual heritage."
Chen Dengming was shocked and immediately suppressed his excitement.
In the past, whether it was from Dongfang Huayuan's mouth or from the message left behind by the fourth Taoist inscription of the Human Temple, he already knew that among the three immortal temples of humans and immortals, the Human Heart Palace was the most difficult to find.
The human temple is already elusive enough, but as long as the spirit enters the realm of the unity of heaven and man with martial arts and supernatural powers, one can sense the human temple and enter it. Whether it can be obtained is a matter of debate, but at least it can be found.
However, it is said that the Temple of the Human Heart only exists in the "heart of the human heart". It is even more mysterious and difficult to find.
Chen Dengming once tried various methods, but could not find the human heart palace.
Unexpectedly, this time the Martial Immortal clone found the Human Heart Palace by chance.
"Is it true that only when you have no intention can you enter the palace of the human heart? If you have the intention, the flowers will not bloom, but if you have no intention, the willows will make the shade."
If Chen Dengming had some enlightenment, he would continue to observe the picture of the human heart palace that appeared in his mind.
But I saw two lines of words engraved on the doorposts on both sides - 'People's hearts are hanging over and over again, and the way of heaven is temporarily empty'.
Rows of ancient stone pillars in the hall coincide with the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gangs, leading directly to the high roof. The roof of the hall is made of green glazed tiles, and there are countless lamps inside, emitting a weak red light.
However, if you look closely, you will find that the firelight in those lamps is not a normal firelight, but looks like jumping bright red faces, exuding different moods.
There are many vivid patterns painted on the walls of the ancient palace, including scenes of many people participating in wars, scenes of mountains, rivers, vegetation, and farming and livestock, interspersed with silver Taoist inscriptions, which seem to contain infinite Taoist power.
At this time, the Martial Immortal's clone was in the heart of the palace, enveloped by the strange power hanging down from the top of the palace like auspicious clouds and the silver Daoist texts flying from one after another.
"inherited?!"
Chen Dengming couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this scene.
His clone entered the human heart palace and gained the power of inheritance.
Instead, he was blocked outside. He could not tell the difference between the king and the king.
Just when Chen Dengming couldn't help but feel a little anxious, he suddenly felt a wave of power transmitted from the soul imprint of the martial arts clone.
In an instant, the Tao power in his sea of consciousness began to slowly increase, and streaks of silver-bright Tao power shone in the sea of consciousness.
At the same time, there are also wisps of unknown power that are as pure as auspicious clouds.
Just a few rays made Chen Dengming feel an unbearable pain in his Dantian.
He was shocked and immediately sat down cross-legged to control the operation of the golden elixir.
The golden elixir in the Dantian was shaken by a wisp of auspicious cloud-like power and trembled slightly.
"What kind of power is this?"
Chen Dengming was shocked, feeling that this power seemed to have the same source as human immortal Tao power, containing a trace of Tao aura.
But it is not as sharp and high-end as the human immortal power, and is more soft and weak.
But this is definitely not like the power of Nascent Soul.
"Could it be that the transformed soul needs to absorb the condensed Tao power?"
Chen Denming frowned and had some guesses in his mind.
The inheritance of this human heart palace may involve Tao power, helping the inheritor to merge Tao with Tao when transforming into a god.
He did not dare to absorb it rashly, and tried to expel this ray of power, or suppress it with human immortal power.
However, the human-immortal Tao power in the sea of consciousness had just turned around, and the moving golden elixir was pulled by the Tao power, absorbing this wisp of auspicious cloud-like power.
Chen Dengming was shocked.
Buzz! ——
The golden elixir shines brightly, the elixir energy is dense, and the spiritual power spreads.
In the panel, the proficiency of "Longevity Skill" suddenly fluctuated violently.
At this moment, several more rays of auspicious cloud-like power poured in through the spiritual imprint of the Martial Immortal clone.
Before Chen Dengming had time to rejoice in absorbing this power so easily, he felt his Dantian was about to explode like a needle prick, swelling and pain.
At this time, the clone in the human heart palace was still shrouded and coerced by groups of pure auspicious clouds and the power of human immortality.
"not good!"
Chen Dengming realized something was wrong.
If he allowed his clone to feed back like this, he might be able to burst his Dantian and Jindan directly.
But at this time, wisps of auspicious cloud-like power and Taoist power poured in, and the Dantian was already stretched to the point of suffering.
Chen Dengming had no choice but to bite the bullet and immediately used the golden elixir to quickly absorb the power of the auspicious clouds to relieve the pressure on his dantian.
At the same time, the mind transmits thoughts to the clone to prevent it from absorbing and feeding back.
The death of a fellow Taoist will not lead to the death of a poor Taoist, and the death of a clone will not lead to the death of the true self.
However, as soon as his thoughts were conveyed, they seemed to be isolated by the power of the Human Heart Palace. Like a ship that ran aground when it reached the shore, it was impossible to transmit his thoughts into the soul of the clone in the palace.
Such a bad situation was beyond Chen Dengming's expectation. He thought that discovering the Temple of Human Heart would be an opportunity, but it turned out to be a nightmare.
Sure enough, being exposed to too high-end things too early may not be a good thing.
Maybe he will become the only monk to die at the hands of his own clone, and become a laughing stock in the world of immortality.
(Today’s monthly ticket is 50 extra. Depending on the speed of writing, I think it will be in the evening) (End of this chapter)
