A faint light shines from Chen Yuan's chest, as soft as a firefly, wrapping around his whole body.
Suddenly, an illusory long river fell down and entangled him, but the water was stable and there was no wave.
Chen Yuan looked calm, not shocked by this incident, as if he had experienced it a long time ago. He untied the seal in his hand, and the bronze mirror in his chest shook, and a figure with white hair and black clothes appeared on the mirror.
He smiled slightly, stepped out of the mirror, and jumped into the long river of illusion.
"Winds and clouds arise at any time, and there is a new chapter in the world."
The next moment, this figure merged into the river, and Chen Yuan's will also penetrated into it, constantly going forward and backward, and the energy of merit and virtue was consumed accordingly. Countless light and film segments passed in front of his eyes, like a revolving lantern, like an illusion. .
Chen Yuan knew in his heart that these were all fragments of past history, silhouettes that really happened and were embedded in history.
Many new memories emerged from the bottom of his heart. They were both traces of the past and his influence on the past. Many of the contents changed according to his wishes, reflecting his past real experiences in the cave world. The long river, intertwined with the past, finally achieves a past that is specious and false——
Going up the mountain alone to become a disciple...
Introductory practice methods...
Successfully traveled to the mountains...
Fighting with others in anger...
Seriously injured and in seclusion...
Avoid the catastrophe of the master...
…
As the memories continue to increase, a clear line of life becomes clearer.
It does not change the situation, life or death, existence or absence, but it seems that someone has written a pen, and in the cracks of history, among many coincidences, he has added a few strokes to outline a character.
But the past and the present are always related, and the gaps and coincidences are limited, so once is okay. The more backlash and contradictions there are, the greater the pressure he will bear. Even when Chen Yuan was in the cave, he could only do so with the power of his soul. Cast twice!
"There is a monk in Qishan, whose surname is Chen. He became a disciple during the Xuande period of Nankang State. He practiced diligently. He spent one year building the foundation, ten years refining the Perfect Perfection, twenty years turning the Qi into perfection, and thirty years refining the Qi Golden Pill!"
"This person went out to travel after the golden elixir, and became invincible among his peers. Therefore, he attracted people's jealousy. He eventually fell into a trap and was surrounded and killed. He fought his way out of the siege after a bloody battle! In this battle, there were seven golden elixirs and three gods. In the end, the golden elixir was The elixir is completely destroyed, and one of the transformed gods is dead and two are seriously injured!"
"Chen Xiu was seriously injured and went into seclusion, and his whereabouts disappeared after that. Flag Mountain collapsed and Xianmen fell, and there was no trace of him."
Snap.
There were several heavy breathing sounds in the dusty bookcase.
Putting down the scroll in their hands, Lin Xiangjuan and Jingxuan looked at each other, and saw shock and excitement in each other's eyes!
While Chen Yuan was browsing the collections in Xingzhai and Xuanji Pavilion, people from the eight sects were not idle. They were all following the characteristics of "Xuyanzi" to find out whether there was such a person in the past files.
As the heirs of Xingzhai, Lin Xiangjuan, Jingxuan and others immediately went into the archives and rummaged through the collection of books after Chen Yuan left.
But until the sudden change happened on the island, and they fell into physical decay like everyone else, they made no progress at all. Who knew that after the change, they endured the fatigue, discomfort, panic and worry, and when they looked around, they discovered a lot!
"This monk surnamed Chen from the Qishan Sect, judging from the records, descriptions, methods, and personality, it is very likely that he is the great-uncle of Master Xuyan!" Taking a deep breath, Lin Xiangjuan said eagerly.
Jingxuan said excitedly: "That's right! According to the news, my uncle's secular name is Chen Chuan! Everyone in the Xuanji Pavilion said that the master of the pavilion deduced that my uncle is a descendant of Qishan! It's right! It's all right. !”
Lin Xiangjuan nodded and said excitedly: "When the golden elixir is refined, it can kill the Shen Dao Lord! If it weren't for the old record and personally experienced the power of my uncle, I would not believe it at all! It's really shocking It’s breathtaking!”
"That's still during the siege. I fell into the enemy's trap and was in absolutely unfavorable conditions. I finally fought back and broke out of the siege! It's fascinating to think about it!" Jingxuan said with a look of longing on her face. Then he added: "However, good things and bad things always depend on each other. Because my uncle was seriously injured, he found a place on the spot and stayed in seclusion to adjust his breath, so he avoided the disaster of the Qishan Sect's annihilation!"
"So, my uncle was indeed a person from four hundred years ago! No wonder he has such a virtuous behavior!" Lin Xiangjuan said, suddenly coming back to his senses, "By the way, we have to inform Yu Zhai of this news quickly. Lord them!"
"good."
As the two of them moved the seals and wrote the talismans, the news spread.
Li Xuanji and others who were guarding not far from Chen Yuan soon got the news.
"So that's it! A disciple of Qishan four hundred years ago! I seem to have heard Master mention that there is such a person with a golden elixir cultivation level who can kill many people in a row and is extremely ferocious! It turns out that this is him!" Boy Yanhe exclaimed.
"Only people like this can defeat the incarnation of Xingjun, resist the disaster of annihilation, and turn things around!" Li Xuanji was still frightened, and looked at each other with the others, then cautiously peeked into the distance.
In the mid-air, there was a picture scroll suspended.
Just now, Xingjun fought first, and there were many changes. They didn't dare to look at it with their eyes, because it would be easy for the aftermath to affect their Taoist minds, leaving indelible hidden dangers.
After that, Chen Yuan refined five more spiritual lights and led to this painting. Although he came out briefly in the middle, he now sneaked into it again.
A few people were in awe and did not dare to move forward at all. At the same time, they were also vaguely aware that there was actually something hidden around the scroll. As long as they moved closer, there would be warning signs, so naturally they did not dare to make mistakes.
Not to mention, all of them were pale, all because they had been implicated in making rash assumptions about "false words" just now without knowing the depth of the matter.
"Ahem..." Monk Xuan, whose face was pale and his eyes were sunken, as if he was terminally ill, said: "The situation is already clear. Xuyanzi is the legacy of Qishan and the most orthodox successor of this island. Let's take care of this. This guy named Senior Brother has actually climbed high and taken advantage of him! And he is more capable of resisting the Star King. Even if the alliance leader is resurrected, he is far inferior. What qualifications and reasons does such a person have for our Eight Sects of Qishan? , to resist and boycott?”
"Then the key to our fortune is given to him, so what's the problem? As long as we can get his protection, even if it's just a name or a banner, it's worth it!" Li Xuanji was unwilling to be left behind, and followed closely: " It’s time for you to think deeply.”
The expressions of the other people changed, but they no longer had any firm intention to refuse.
Boy Yanhe suddenly laughed and said: "There is so much to think about. If he really wants to take it, can we stop him? You dare not even look at the incarnation of the Star Lord, how dare you stop him?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone woke up and felt relieved.
"Yes, this is the destiny," even Si Jie said solemnly: "I just hope that we can take this opportunity to make good friends, and preferably...to rebuild Qishan."
"?"
When everyone heard this, they were stunned at first, and then stared at the great elder of the Scarlet Blood Sect with strange eyes.
In particular, Li Xuanji and Monk Xuan were shocked, and secretly thought: Could it be that this person is hiding something secretly?
"What are you waiting for? A certain family just..."
Hooray!
Si Jie was still waiting to say anything when he suddenly heard the sound of surging water. Immediately, several people felt pain in their brains and fell to the ground one after another!
the other side.
As the light of black and white gradually merges with the long river, memories are born from nothingness, and the past becomes reality from fiction. Chen Yuan's will is also involved in cause and effect, and begins to sense and connect with relevant places, people, and events, until...
Buzz!
A buzz!
His consciousness seemed to have hit a boundary.
Then, a stinging pain exploded in my mind!
The will to swim upstream is about to collapse!
But for a monk like him who has been tempered for thousands of years, his Taoist heart is tenacious and his soul is protected by a bronze mirror, so he changed his mind and concentrated his will, unmoving like a mountain.
"Is this...the relevant memory touching the boundary of Dingyuan's small world?"
In the depths of his consciousness, a vast memory emerged. It was the edge of the vast ocean, as if it were a boundary shrouded in countless thick fogs. Even if he tried his best to peek out, he still could not see the true shadow in the fog!
"Fairy spirit!?"
Boom!
Suddenly, in the damaged world of the painting, the fog filled everywhere surged!
The black weirdo trembled, screamed, and suddenly covered his face, then threw his head back and fell down, making no sound.
Immediately afterwards, the clouds and mist from all directions in the world in the painting rushed toward the crack where Chen Yuan was!
"receive!"
Chen Yuan had already expected it. When he saw the mist coming, he waved his hand and a halo of misfortune appeared behind him. The ring was like a black hole, swallowing up all the continuous mist and transmitting it to the incarnations of the three corpses!
This incarnation was originally in the wooden tablet and the brocade bag. At this time, it received the surging fairy spirit. It immediately jumped out of the brocade bag with trembling. It sat in front of Chen Yuan in the air, closing its eyes and saying nothing, with the mist curling up.
In an instant, ruins in the mountains and blurry figures in the clouds and mist appeared again in Chen Yuan's consciousness.
But this time, he seemed to be pulled by someone, and he suddenly came closer, passing through the layers of clouds and trees, and finally came to the person, and then he saw his appearance clearly——
This person seems to be sitting cross-legged, but in fact all his limbs are severed, his chest and abdomen are disemboweled, and the inside is empty. And this person's face is as pale as paper, one eye is empty, and the other eye seems to have been dug out, leaving only darkness. The holes reveal the meaning of death and destruction.
A strong death aura surrounds this person, making him look completely dead. However, he also has a floating, distant and ethereal feeling, as if a gust of wind blows, and this person can turn into a breeze and sweep across half of the sky, invading the sky. Color the world!
Immortal! ?
Wow!
All the scenes were shattered instantly, and Chen Yuan's consciousness also left this illusion!
The corresponding memory has been imprinted in Chen Yuan's heart, giving him a complete identity in this world and in this world, and there is no longer a barrier between him and the way of heaven.
However, this was a proper change, and he was not surprised. Instead, he became concerned about something else.
"has a problem!"
Chen Yuan squinted his eyes in thought.
"There is something wrong with the Ding Yuan formation. This formation seems to be related to the dead immortal, if that person is really an immortal!"
He looked at the three corpse incarnations in front of him, feeling the trembling severed fingers in the body of the magic weapon. His eyes turned and fell on the silent black monster again.
The next moment, Chen Yuan's will descended into the incarnation!
The incarnations of the three corpses suddenly opened their eyes. There were clouds in their eyes, and a severed finger buzzed in the body. Strange power spread, gathered in the left hand, and grabbed it forward!
Poof!
An eyeball flew up from the black monster's face!
First, I have to go to bed...
(End of chapter)
