Most of the alchemists are practicing and are relatively quiet. Except for Su Yiyingjun and Xiujieyingjun, they are like enemies. Sometimes they get together and argue. These two are addicted to arguing.
Whether it's right or wrong, the two of them can find excuses and can argue for days and nights at a time.
Half a year later, the passenger train picked up more than 100,000 alchemists, and then flew out of the seven-star plane. It is said that no less than a hundred were mobilized this time, and they were everywhere, flying one after another.
It was another year later that Tianwen Yingjun came to his place. He did not talk about alchemy, but talked about the current situation of the world of cultivation.
Tianwen Yingjun said that it is abnormal for rare secret realms to appear one after another. Although it is a blessing for contemporary cultivators, it has long been said that this is the golden age. This also indicates that the world of cultivation will enter a long period in a certain year. period of decline.
Everyone knows that prosperity leads to decline. 33
In the golden age, destiny will be superimposed, power will explode, more powerful people will be born, the number of evil geniuses, the most evil ones, and the immortals will also increase.
Just living in this era will bury and annihilate more geniuses, bloody battles will be everywhere, some big forces will disappear in the long river of history, and some emerging big forces will rise.
Today's big forces are striving to develop and do not want to be eliminated by the times, including the Xuan Shuang Sect, who are looking for geniuses everywhere in the human world, and train them as monster geniuses. The foundation of power.
This time when the Chenyu Secret Realm is opened, all forces will not miss this opportunity and will send a large number of cultivators to enter to compete for more benefits.
Perhaps, a rare secret realm will be opened in the future. The world of cultivation is already in turmoil and it is difficult to calm down.
After Tianwen Yingjun left, Bai Qiandao felt bored when he heard the faint arguments between Su Yiyingjun and Xiujie Yingjun. The two of them started talking nonsense, and even if they didn't make sense, they would make sense.
Alchemists can't practice all the time. Gradually, some people get up to make alchemy, and then practice again, and so on, to pass the lonely time.
Bai Qiandao still kept a low profile, huddled in a corner, looking at the swirling smoke, sometimes staring blankly for a long time.
Tianwen Yingjun will definitely come to meet him every other year, have a chat, and then leave.
He wanted to follow Bai Qiandao and ask for advice on alchemy at any time, but he was too low-key and there were so many people talking on the chariot that he couldn't do it!
In fact, he is quite low-key. Now he is a top alchemist. He is at ease in his heart and has not yet publicized it. Only his master, Master Dingyuan, knew about it, but he didn’t know who was responsible for it. This was also Bai Qiandao’s advice.
In this way, thirty years later, a scream suddenly sounded: "Oh my God! We met the billion ghosts walking in the night..."
At this time, the passenger chariot stopped, and the alchemists rushed towards the head of the chariot, and soon they were crowded there.
Although the million-speed flying chariot is a super large chariot that can theoretically accommodate tens of billions of people, it is generally controlled within a certain spatial range, so that the chariot can only accommodate 10,000 people, and it is impossible to accommodate more people.
More alchemists had no choice but to look outside the chariot hall. Bai Qiandao curiously went to the chariot hall on the right and took one look, which shocked his heart.
In the vast universe, there are two passenger flying chariots parked, and further ahead is an endless and huge spectacle. In the illusion is a dark space, with monsters hundreds of feet tall, covered in red and black, with fangs and one horn, slowly passing by. Fang walked by.
The dark moon hangs high in the sky, misty, dark, and emitting a strange light.
From time to time, a dark flame suddenly exploded, revealing a strange scene of glazed light, reflecting a huge phantom, full of weirdness and strangeness.
There was a Taoist-level alchemist next to him with a look of horror on his face, and he murmured: "Billions of ghosts are walking at night, bad omens are coming from the sky, and disasters will happen for a hundred generations. I appoint Tu Tian."
Bai Qiandao looked at him and asked, "Your Majesty, what do you mean by this?"
The alchemist continued: "Millions of years ago, there were hundreds of millions of ghosts walking at night. Since then, disasters in the universe have been frequent. Either catastrophes from heaven, or chaos caused by man, too many people died, how miserable! "
Another alchemist also looked frightened and said: "I once read an ancient book talking about this, saying that there were so many disasters during that great catastrophe that the sky turned red into fire, the earth flowed into rivers of blood, 30% of cultivators died, and 30% of mortals died. There are countless more, which can be described as frightening. Later, many immortal shadows came to the world to prevent more disasters, but they have caused the talent to wither, and it has only developed to this day and then entered the prosperous age again... Who would have thought that the Yigui Night Walk appeared again..."
The alchemists were talking about it as if the end of the world was coming, and they all had a sense of impending disaster.
There are strange visions and ghosts. This visual effect shocks people's hearts, and the resulting natural and man-made disasters are really frightening.
Bai Qiandao frowned. It was just a vision, a bit like a mirage. If so, it meant that this scene really existed somewhere.
The ghosts he had seen were Song Meiyan and later Yi Xinyu. That might be the state of their souls.
The monsters conform to the shape of legendary ghosts, with exposed fangs and a majestic horn, but they are hundreds of feet tall. Is this a reflection of time, or is it true?
While he was thinking about it, suddenly there were exclamations of surprise everywhere, and he was also shocked when he looked at it intently.
In the strange scene, a young man dressed in white appeared, also a hundred feet tall, standing with a sword in his hand, his eyes majestic, but his whole body was filled with evil energy.
"Many evils have infected the world. Even though I am young, I am not used to them."
The young man swung his sword, and the sword rose into the sky and shot into the sky and earth, turning into rays of light, trying to strangle the evil ghost.
Billions of ghosts stirred and roared all over the sky. The sound waves became higher and higher, and they transformed into three-headed giant forks to resist the light of the sword energy.
There was a huge battle on one side, with blood flying for thousands of feet, a strange scene full of blood, and rotten flesh in the sky.
After all, the young man in white is weak and his body is full of blood holes. He still refuses to retreat. His eyes are firm and he will fight to the end.
Suddenly, another figure appeared, with a clear face and an evil smile, and said: "Xiao Luochen, you are still weak now. If you really can't do it, don't be arrogant and think that you can save the world. You should watch me kill all these people." Be a monster!"
The alchemists were making noisy noises and were extremely shocked. Bai Qiandao covered his mouth with his hands, fearing that he would scream.
The figure that appeared after the illusion turned out to be Bai Qiandao, which made him feel incredible and almost shouted that it was impossible.
With a wave of Bai Qiandao's hand, the invisible force slashed away. Countless vicious ghosts wailed and broke into two pieces, and blood spurted into the sky, staining the night sky.
The young man in white was also shocked. Seeing Bai Qiandao slaughtering the ruthless ghosts cleanly, he asked in shock: "Who are you?"
"You will know who I am in the future, Xiao Luochen. You regard me as your enemy for no reason. I don't know if it will change in the future. I won't kill you, but if you annoy me, I will knock you into the dust..."
Bai Qiandao had an evil look on his face and turned to nothing. He seemed to be looking at all the alchemists with deep eyes and said: "My path is too difficult, my destiny is uncertain, and I will encounter too many dangers. Remember, there is no way to retreat. You can retreat, no matter what you encounter, you must do it with a firm heart."
The vision suddenly disappeared, but turned into a stream of light, spinning in the air and exploding in all directions.
An alchemist looked shocked and asked, "Is that Bai Qiandao?"
"It's him, what's going on, why is he in it?"
"This murderous man appears in the Night Walk of Billions of Ghosts. He must be the leader of the world's troubles..."
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As a result, the alchemists all spoke out one after another, thinking that Bai Qiandao must be a man-made disaster and would cause trouble to the world in the near future.
After a series of speculations and many bad words, Bai Qiandao's eyes turned green and he almost ran away.
If he hadn't kept a low profile and endured to avoid being known by powerful people and being exposed to unnecessary dangers, he would have really wanted to kill some people to vent his anger.
He went back silently, knowing in his heart that Bai Qiandao must be himself in the future, perhaps due to the illusion of time and space, those last words were spoken to his current self.
The good thing is, at least until then, if he follows the trajectory of fate, he will not die.
The bad thing is that it seems that he will encounter many dangers. If one's will is not firm, his fate will be unpredictable.
The passenger train picked up the alchemists from the other two seats, causing the number to suddenly increase to more than 270,000, and those two seats returned.
It is said that the two passenger carriages have been parked here for two days, and the strange scene of hundreds of millions of ghosts traveling at night has appeared, maybe more days.
Continuing to fly, the alchemists' discussions kept reaching Bai Qiandao's ears, and there were not many good things to say about him, which annoyed him.
Tianwen Yingjun came here secretly and asked why. He didn't want to tell the secret of the illusion of time and space, so he had to say that he didn't know.
This master is really too mysterious, which actually makes Tian Wen Yingjun look up to him even more, and he is deeply enamored of him.
Bai Qiandao asked him who this Luochen was, but he didn't know either.
Bai Qiandao felt this. This little Luochen seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
Until one day, a beautiful figure appeared beside him, sitting cross-legged.
Bai Qiandao was startled, stood up quickly, and said, "Your Majesty, this is absolutely not allowed. You have a noble status, how can you be in the same place with me?"
Venerable Manyun smiled calmly and said, "Sit down."
Bai Qiandao hesitated and looked around. This was an extremely remote corner. He deliberately chose a place where no one was around, but he didn't expect anyone to notice.
He sat down cross-legged again, beating in his heart. This Venerable Manyun was really paying attention to him. He was in danger if he showed up like this!
Venerable Manjun searched his whole body with his eyes, then withdrew and said, "I'll tell you a story. A long time ago, there was a Taoist temple in a mountain. There was an old Taoist monk in the temple who had passed away for a long time. He was about to die. When his end was approaching, a slovenly three-year-old child walked into the temple and looked around. His eyes were not innocent like ordinary children, but particularly energetic. The old Taoist saw that his bones were strange, He was a talented man and decided to accept him as his disciple. Everything he learned was taught by the professor. He was an old Taoist who had never been a disciple in his life, so he had no regrets. He died a month later. Before he died... he gave him a name, It’s called watching the dust…”
Some people died, but not completely...
