When he was dying, Pei Feng felt a round sphere rushing towards his Dantian from somewhere on his body. He instinctively focused his last attention on the sphere.
"That's... the Nine Nether Demon Pill?"
He recognized the little thing, it was the demon pill given to him by Zifeng. After he took this pill, his cultivation improved a little, but then it stopped having any effect. According to Zifeng, the biggest function of this Jiuming Demon Pill is to cover up his aura. He will only use this thing when he practices the demon clan's skills in the future.
It's just that Pei Feng has no intention of practicing the demon clan's skills at all. So he didn't take this elixir too seriously, he just regarded it as a magic weapon that could conceal his aura.
The moment the Nine Nether Demon Pill appeared, it expanded rapidly with the explosion of the Purple Gold Pill. In an instant, the sphere the size of the fingertip seemed to expand into an endless world.
This world is gray. The sky is round and the place is upside down.
"boom!"
"when……"
Two loud noises came out almost at the same time. There was only one breath in between.
The former is the sound of Zijin Dan exploding to pieces.
In that one breath, Pei Feng experienced all the realizations, all the despair, all the regrets, all the sadness... At the end of this one breath, he saw the appearance of the Nine Nether Demonic Pill.
Then a second loud noise followed, which was caused by the huge energy impacting the gray space.
At that moment, Pei Feng suddenly thought of a friendly picture in his mind.
It was probably when he was five or six years old that an elder in the clan gave him a lot of firecrackers to play with. He had never seen anything like that. That was simply the most fun toy he had ever played with in his life.
He lit the cannons and threw them in every corner of Tongyou Valley.
"Crack." This is the sound of the little firecracker.
"Boom." This is the sound of the big firecracker.
"Boom." This was the explosion sound he made when he covered the small firecracker with his hand. He is a monk in the spirit transformation realm, so the firecrackers cannot hurt his little hands. But it will produce a tingling feeling, very interesting, very interesting...
The Jiu Ming Demon Pill at this moment is like his small hands, gently covering the explosion of the Purple Gold Pill! In the end, he only felt a numbness all over his body. And then it was all over.
Pei Feng's originally dilated pupils suddenly became focused again.
He survived! He broke through to the Soul Refining Realm.
After the loud noise, the Purple Golden Pill dispersed all the fog in that space. Just like the beginning of chaos, a new, bright world was formed in Pei Feng's body. His consciousness looked inside, and his face turned blue and white.
"Is this the fairy palace?"
He didn't know what other people's fairy palaces looked like, but his own space seemed a bit too big. This is much bigger than the small world in the alchemy furnace not long ago. In the center of this space, he saw the familiar three-eyed hurricane again.
And in the center of the three-eyed hurricane sat a palm-sized baby. The little guy looked like a porcelain doll, meditating quietly with his eyes closed. Such a cute little guy, Pei Feng wanted to reach out and pinch his little face, but the porcelain doll really raised his hand and pinched his right cheek.
Pei Feng was shocked, and the face of the little porcelain doll also showed an expression of astonishment. Only then did Pei Feng realize that he seemed to be the little porcelain man. But what about the third-person perspective now?
He seemed to understand something. A thought came to my mind. The vision changed again. It turns out that in this world, his perspective can go wherever he wants. He can be the Nascent Soul, or he can be separated from the porcelain doll and become an independent individual.
This is the soul realm. When his physical body is destroyed, his consciousness will be automatically taken over by the porcelain doll. As long as the porcelain doll is not dead, he will not die. After the soul infant leaves the body, it can choose to seize the body or reincarnate. Continue to extend life.
The so-called seizing the body means finding a body that fits your own body and occupying the magpie's nest. Eliminate or assimilate the soul of the original owner. However, most monks would not choose this, partly because the success rate is not high. The second reason is because it is inhumane.
Orthodox monks will choose the latter, which is reincarnation. Reincarnation means being reborn in a baby's body. Before the baby is born, the complete soul has not yet been formed. So if you choose to reincarnate, you will generally succeed. But the disadvantage is that the baby's innate aura will cause the soul to lose its past life memory. Of course, by chance, memories can also be awakened. There are also rumors in the world of cultivation that the ancient witch clan even has a way to awaken the memory of soul babies.
However, the soul infant also has its own lifespan. In fact, for monks who have passed through the soul realm, their lifespan refers to the lifespan of the soul infant. Not the lifespan of that body.
Pei Feng now only has a preliminary perception of the various abilities in the soul refining stage. He doesn't quite know either. While he was wandering around in this companion space, he was pondering these new abilities in the Soul Refining Realm.
Naturally, he would not foolishly think that he could break Ye Canghai's seal if he broke through the soul realm. For now, all he can do is wait, but this time he won't feel bored waiting. Having just entered the Soul Refining Realm, he had too many questions to explore. The world of cultivation opened a door for him. He would use this time to study everything inside this door.
Within the second floor of the Sword Tomb at Blue Rock Peak. Yuanqing finally reached the last row of tombstones.
The words on it have faded. The people buried in the tomb are too old. He is a figure from the founder generation of Wuji Sect.
Qianqing carefully read the words on the tombstone line by line, immersed in history.
What is recorded on the tombstone is a historical event that happened in the ancient cultivation era. The Wuji Sect is actually a sect that was founded in ancient times. The founder of the Wuji Sect participated in the great melee in the ancient era of cultivation. Therefore, today this sect can be the leader of Taoism in the world, stand proudly in the world, and endure for a long time.
Yuanqing seems to be very interested in the long history of Wuji Sect. He would read every word of each stone tablet several times. The stories of the ancient world of cultivation deeply attracted him.
According to the tombstone, at that time, Buddhism, Taoism, Demonic Cult, Monster Tribe, Beast Tribe, Barbarian Tribe, Gu Tribe, Elf Tribe, Ghost Path, Corpse Path, Poison Path, and countless other sects and factions were fighting each other into a pot of porridge. It is indeed a wonderful era.
Finally, Yuanqing came to the last tombstone. He put his hands behind his back and looked carefully again. After a long time, he finally spoke and whispered softly: "It's a wonderful history. It's a pity that there is no record of our clan. Soon, you will write the story of our clan. The time is coming."
Qianqing withdrew his gaze and stood quietly in front of the tombstone. He remained motionless, as if waiting for something. It was eerily quiet, and he could only hear his own breathing.
"Boom!" After a muffled sound, a few grains of fine sand fell from the top of the sword tomb. It fell on Yuanqing's toes.
"coming!"
At the top of Blue Rock Peak, all the disciples in the Spirit Gathering Formation were startled by the loud noise coming from the bottom of the mountain.
"what sound!"
"Is it an earthquake?"
All the disciples made guesses.
Soon, a heavy and urgent alarm bell came from the Maya Palace.
"Five strikes!"
"The highest level of enemy attack!"
"There is an enemy attack! There is an enemy attack!"
The expressions of all the disciples changed immediately.
"How can it be!"
"Who dares to attack our Wuji Sect!"
"Five bells ring! Is it the Demon Sect?"
"It's the Demon Sect! The Demon Sect is attacking the mountain!"
Chaos at the top of Blue Rock. All the disciples looked frightened.
Everyone's eyes turned to Xiao Yu. Xiao Yu also looked shocked.
now. Golden light burst out from all the altars of the Great Five Elements Formation. The light is like rain, shining down the mountain.
Xiao Yu's face was ashen. "Forbidden Mountain! The Great Five Elements Formation has blessed the Forbidden Mountain. Enemies are really coming. Everyone, prepare for battle quickly."
"All disciples of the Wuji Sect listen to the order. Prepare to fight against the Demon Sect!" The majestic voice of the Wuji Taoist rang in the air.
The disciples looked up and saw the five peak masters already standing high in the sky.
"Xiao Yu, organize all the disciples to go to Maya Palace quickly and prepare to fight." Taoist Wuji's voice fell again, and then turned into a golden light and shot through the air.
Master Jingxin's sweeping gaze swept over his disciples below. Except for Xiao Xiao, the other disciples have already come out of the sword tomb. Finally, after she and Lin Xue looked at each other, they turned into a stream of light and left.
Lin Xue understood what the master's last look meant. She slowly turned around and glanced at the junior sisters, and said in a deep voice: "When the battle starts later, you should not be too far away from the Thirteen Star Array." After Lin Xue finished speaking, she asked the first-generation disciples: " What blessings have you received in the Sword Tomb?"
Xia Zhilan raised the long sword in her hand and chuckled, "Senior Sister, I got the mysterious purple smoke sword. I just used the miscellaneous fish from the Demon Sect to sharpen the sword."
Lin Xue nodded slightly. Xia Zhilan's words were exactly what she wanted to say to everyone. After all, their Xing Kui Thirteen Swords came back from fighting in the south. In the face of a sudden crisis, his calmness and calmness are unmatched by other students.
"When the war starts, don't disperse. Look for opponents of the same realm to fight. If you encounter a high-level monk, run away or call for help immediately. Do you hear me?"
"It's Senior Sister."
The juniors listened carefully, every word the senior sister said now was gained from the experience on the battlefield. These experiences can save their lives.
The first-generation disciples from other peaks also made simple combat arrangements for the younger disciples.
Xiao Yu gave an order. All the disciples sacrificed their magic weapons and flew to Maya Palace.
