Click click click.
Lin Yuan walked forward on the broken ice all over the street.
Behind him, the ruins of Songhu Village seemed to have gone back in time, with ice bricks flying and the collapsed igloos returning to their original appearance.
When he arrived at the Ice and Snow Shrine, apart from the white fox lying on the ground and the scattered villagers, there was no trace of fighting in Songhu Village.
"I originally planned to come and say goodbye to everyone, but ended up leaving without saying goodbye. But again, there is no perfect ending in the world. Maybe shortcomings are the normal state of life."
Lin Yuan touched the white fox's ears, looked at the familiar villagers on the ground, and sighed melancholy.
Then, he pointed his finger towards the void, and a steady drizzle fell. The coldness gradually receded from the frozen bodies of the villagers, and their complexions became rosy.
"It's time to wake up."
Lin Yuan took out the black light gourd from the storage ring and crushed it with one hand. Transparent souls swarmed out and returned to their rightful places under the tug of their respective bodies.
Hu Ling, the most powerful soul, woke up first. He looked around in confusion, his mind confused.
"Wasn't I captured by that demon cultivator? Why am I still here?"
It clearly remembered being sucked into the black gourd. According to the behavior of those demonic cultivators, it is very lucky that it can be refined into a magic weapon without being tortured. How could it be released again?
Suddenly, its eyes narrowed and it saw a pile of black debris not far from the shrine.
The smell of these fragments was very familiar to him, it was exactly that terrifying and unusual black gourd! But now, it has become a pile of fragments.
Hu Ling's eyes widened. To be able to beat such a terrifying magic weapon like this, what kind of fierce battle took place after it was sucked into the gourd, and who saved it?
Hu Ling racked her brains to recall whether she knew any powerful monks. In the end, the strongest monk she could think of was her mother who had died in the Danjie Heavenly Tribulation a long time ago.
"Maybe it's an expert who happens to be passing by. By the way, how are the villagers doing?"
Hu Ling shook off the snow on his body, temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart, stood up, and looked around.
On the cold ground, villagers are slowly waking up. Because the soul has been out of the body for a while, the body control is not very skillful, and the movements when standing up are crooked and look a bit funny.
Seeing that everyone was fine, Hu Ling breathed a sigh of relief and then returned to the shrine.
As a monk who practices the immortal way, after being away from the shrine for so long, its magic power has been severely turbulent, and its soul has been lost in the confrontation with the demon cultivator. This time, it needs to cultivate for a long time.
The surviving villagers hugged each other, cried, kowtowed to the shrine, and then staggered toward their homes.
No one noticed that there was a young man standing next to the black debris.
"There is one more thing to do. Once we've taken care of it, we can set off."
Lin Yuan watched everyone leave, his eyes fluctuating, holding the miniature reindeer sleigh in his palm, and took one step back to Zhenhai Peak.
After becoming a god, he achieved the body of a celestial being, his body conformed to the great road, and his cultivation level was growing rapidly every moment.
At the same time, Lin Yuan could also sense that there was a brilliant force churning violently deep in the sky.
The heavenly path trembled slightly, with the edge of the forest as the center and a radius of ten meters, wisps of mysterious and mysterious energy emerged from the heaven and earth. Every time they wanted to linger on his body, they went around in vain.
Lin Yuan was once struck by a thunderbolt from Heavenly Tribulation, and Lin Yuan easily recognized it as Heavenly Tribulation's energy.
It's just that he is now a human being and is not stained by the world of mortals. The calamity of this world has never been able to lock him.
Lin Yuan ignored the power of this calamity and stretched out his finger to point between his eyebrows.
A black spherical light floated out and was held in his palm.
The dark poisonous fire dragon Mochuan.
It can be said that Mo Chuan's appearance completely disrupted Lin Yuan's plan. Originally, he planned to rely on Taixuan Sect to reach the Nascent Soul step by step, and then plan to ascend to immortality.
Because of Mo Chuan's act of seizing his body, he was transported to the Sea of Chaos. If he hadn't been an extraordinary person, he would have died many times long ago.
"What you sow leads to fruition. When you wanted to take my body, today I will also take your soul." Lin Yuan said.
On the white palms, countless traces of heaven's way were like chains, one by one tied to the body of the dragon's soul. Stimulated by this, Mo Chuan, who had sealed off his soul, suddenly woke up.
The moment it saw Lin Yuan, a pair of dragon eyes flashed with horror, and uncontrollable fear arose in its heart.
what happened? Why did Lin Yuan die? There was no way that strange boy could die like that!
Mo Chuan's mind was filled with panic thoughts. It had more confidence in Lin Yuan, a strange monk, than it did in itself. It never believed that Lin Yuan was dead.
But reason tells it that Lin Yuan is indeed dead!
It had stayed in Lin Yuan's sea of consciousness for so long, and was already familiar with Lin Yuan's aura to the depths of his soul. It could no longer sense Lin Yuan's breath at all.
What's worse is that Lin Yuan died and it now falls into the hands of the mysterious monk in front of him!
How could it fail to recognize what is wrapped around its body? This is a trace of the way of heaven that can only be mastered by the True Monarch who has gone far beyond the realm of divine transformation!
In its heyday, it could only arouse one of them, but the person in front of me could easily arouse dozens of them and imprison it layer by layer!
"Fellow Taoist, wait a minute! I am the True Lord of Yinming, Mo Chuan. I have ruled the Yinming Sea for thousands of years, and I have a collection of all kinds of rare Taoist treasures. If you need anything, fellow Taoist, just ask, and I will give it to you with both hands!" Mo Chuan shouted at the top of his lungs.
Outside the fuzzy barrier formed by the overlapping traces of the heavenly path, there is a young man with a little golden light on his eyebrows, his whole body is covered with blue and white colors, his gaze is as high as the sky, and his temperament is as ethereal and elusive.
"It turns out that even the transformed gods can't escape the influence." The young man sighed.
"What do you mean, fellow Taoist?"
Mo Chuan looked at this mysterious monk in confusion, not understanding why he sighed. Suddenly, it saw two clear lights shining from the eyes of the mysterious monk, and it felt brighter than ever before.
From being born out of a shell to dominating the sea, on the bank of memory, Mo Chuan watched the thousands of years of his experience in seeking immortality flow by, without saying a word, he raised his head. A pair of clear eyes are like the sun and moon, projecting countless translucent traces.
The cloud light disappeared, the illusion was shattered, and the sea breeze passed through Mo Chuan's body. Although it had no effect at all, it felt a chill in its heart and its body trembled a few times.
"Become an immortal." Mo Chuan sighed sadly, there was no divine light in the dragon's eyes.
"You and I owe nothing to each other."
Lin Yuan closed his five fingers and put away the body of the soul that had been whitewashed by the way of heaven. With a slight wave of his hand, a crystal sword with only a spine cut through the sky and hung on his waist.
"The ancient teleportation array leading to Ge Qingzhou is in the center of the polar region. However, this teleportation array is actually set up in a fragment of heaven and earth. Only at a specific time will it border the big world. Well, the next time to border is Ten days later!”
After exploring Mo Chuan's memory, Lin Yuan finally grasped the clues to his return. The center of the polar region is about a million miles away from Zhenhai Peak. No mortal can reach it in a lifetime, but for Lin Yuan, it is only a matter of breath.
The next day, Lin Yuan drove a sleigh to Songhu Village.
"Is anyone home?"
Lin Yuan stood at the door of the igloo and shouted politely.
The bearskin at the door was pushed aside, and a woman came out carrying a basket. She looked at Lin Yuan doubtfully and asked:
"Young man, who are you looking for?"
"Oh, an old man asked me to give this to you."
Lin Yuan smiled and handed a bundle wrapped in shark skin to Mrs. Axiang.
"Given to us?"
Axiang took the baggage half doubtfully, and an idea naturally popped into her mind.
The old man on the beach is dead. This was a gift he left to their family.
After unpacking the bag, there was a bow, a book and a round pill inside, each with an explanatory letter attached.
"Hantie Gong, "Lin's Fishing", Zhuyan Pill..."
After flipping through the explanatory letter, Axiang raised her head and wanted to say something, but the mysterious young man left at some point.
In front of the Ice and Snow Shrine, Lin Yuan held a basket and looked at the village elder in front of him with a dumbfounded look.
"Old sir, doesn't this shrine allow worshiping recently?"
"Sorry. Because there was a man-made disaster in the village before, the shrine will not be open to the public during this period. Young man, you should come back every two months." The village elder stopped in front of Lin Yuan and persuaded him.
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"Okay. Can you ask the village elder to help me pay my respects? Because this is Mr. Lin Yuan's last wish."
Lin Yuan stretched out his hand and handed over a dragon-shaped jade pendant.
"Hey, he still hasn't survived this year." The village elder sighed.
After hearing Lin Yuan's words, he naturally understood in his mind that the old man from Zhenhaifeng passed away, although he did not actually see Lin Yuan die.
"Since it is Mr. Lin's relic, I will help you worship it to Master Fox Spirit." The village elder agreed, turned around and walked up the steps of the shrine step by step.
"Thank you very much." Lin Yuan smiled and saluted.
He divided Mo Chuan's soul body into two parts, and one part was made into a dragon-shaped jade pendant, which he sealed into Hu Ling's soul breath. By wearing this jade pendant, it will no longer be polluted by popular fireworks until Yuanying.
The other part was sealed underground in Songhu Village by him in a big way, which permanently improved the feng shui of the entire village. In the future, children born in this village will be physically stronger and more likely to have spiritual roots.
As for "Lin's Fishing" that Lin Yuan gave to Axiang, as long as Shen Haoming ponders it diligently, he can also find the key to practice in it. One day, he can fish out the breath of the dragon sealed under Songhu Village to assist him in his practice.
"It's time to set off."
After arranging everyone, Lin Yuan no longer had any nostalgia, got on the sleigh, and drove the reindeer away to the outside of Songhu Village.
In the Ice and Snow Shrine, the village elder respectfully placed the dragon-shaped jade pendant in front of the statue.
"Lord Fox Spirit, this is Lin Yuan, Mr. Lin's sacrifice to you."
The next moment, the blue light of the ice sculpture flashed, and a white fox grabbed the jade pendant and asked:
"Who sent this jade pendant?"
"Well, Lord Fox Spirit, it was sent by a strange young man."
Being startled by the sudden appearance of Lord Fox Spirit, even the village elder couldn't help but get stuck in his speech.
call!
Hu Ling immediately rushed out of the shrine, suppressed the turbulent magic power, and stopped Lin Yuan on the sled.
"Excuse me, is this the jade pendant you sent?" Hu Ling, who transformed into a cardamom girl, asked, holding up the dragon-shaped jade pendant.
"It's me." Lin Yuan replied.
"How's that old gentleman doing?"
"Dead. According to his last wish, I buried him in the sea."
"Really? It's really his style." Hu Ling held the jade pendant tightly and said emptyly.
"Oh, by the way. The old gentleman said that he has reached the end of his life in the world and is now traveling to other places. Don't worry about it," Lin Yuan said.
Hu Ling was stunned for a moment, his eyes shone with light, and he showed a bright smile:
"Thank you! Thank you for the jade pendant and the news you brought!"
"If it's okay. Then I'll leave first. Drive!"
Lin Yuan smiled and nodded, patted the reindeer and set off again.
…
The center of the polar region is the coldest place in the Sea of Chaos. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth here is extremely thin and lazy, and only great monks in the Nascent Soul stage can walk here unaffected.
Today, the polar center, which has been silent for thousands of years, is bustling again.
A dozen Nascent Soul cultivators, who were rarely seen in the outside world, gathered together and talked to each other with a smile on their faces.
"Guangsheng Yuanjun, why are you here too?"
"A rare guest, I didn't expect to see you, Lord Duanrong Yuan, after a thousand years."
"Hmph, Xue Kui, how do you explain your disciple's digging up of my coffin!"
"Jingyou, don't talk about those little things. We are gathered here today, and everyone knows it."
The red shadow Taoist whose body was covered with red petals said this, and everyone on the scene showed fear.
"I didn't expect that after the catastrophe, there would still be Mahayana semi-immortals in this world!"
"We must go. With the demands of everyone present, we are likely to offend that being."
"That existence is just an exception. As long as we leave with the help of the ancient teleportation array, I believe that with our strength, we can refine enough blood food to ascend to heaven and become a god. By then, we will also have hope for the immortal sect in this world!"
"Jie, Jie, Jie, ancestor, my soul-swallowing-blood-turning method is so thirsty that I can't bear it."
The Nascent Soul old monsters present had evil looks in their eyes. They are all old monsters who fell into a frozen slumber thousands of years ago, and all of them are great monks who have perfected the Nascent Soul!
Originally, their plan was to eat away at the radiation from the poles, refine souls and flesh, and ascend to heaven to become gods. As a result, the palm that fell from the sky not long ago completely destroyed their confidence.
Capture the sky and the earth, and destroy enemies thousands of miles away with one palm. They had only observed such terrifying Taoism from a distance in the ancient immortal world before falling asleep. And those who can perform it are all Mahayana semi-immortals, the true pinnacle of the human world.
Therefore, they quietly abandoned their foundation and traveled thousands of miles to the center of the polar region. The ancient teleportation array here is said to have been set up by immortals who descended to earth and can span extremely long distances. As long as they stay away from this half-immortal, they will certainly be able to accomplish much.
"Hey, which fellow Taoist is this? When did he come?"
Xue Kuiyuanjun, who was covered in blood-red petals, pointed at the young man among the crowd and asked.
In the midst of blood, black smoke, and wailing evil spirits, the cloud-shrouded young man seemed a bit out of place.
"I don't know him. Do you know him?"
"I don't know you either. Guihuai, what about you?"
"Don't ask me. The way I cultivate is bad for my brain."
All the Yuanying old monsters were chirping, and all kinds of sinister means secretly attacked this mysterious young man.
Ghosts, curses, and poisons... disappeared like mud cows into the sea.
"You bloody Kui, how dare you sneak attack me, I won't spare you!"
"Guihuai, don't spit on anyone!"
Guihuai Yuanjun roared angrily, and ran away fiercely. Xue Kui turned into blood mist and chased away quickly.
"Oops, my disciple's life is in danger. Don't be afraid, disciple, master is here to save you!"
Another old monster burrowed into the ground anxiously.
"There is a thief who has violated the rules of my secret room! I'm leaving first!"
"I, I, I forgot to take the futon that I have been using for thousands of years."
…
The old monsters from all walks of life were sweating on their foreheads, and they were all showing off their magical powers. In the blink of an eye, there was no one around Lin Yuan.
"Where can you run to?"
Lin Yuan's eyes were deep and he made no move from beginning to end.
In his hands, the traces of the way of heaven intertwined into a space-time.
In the round sky, a dozen escaping lights dart left and right, like a dozen flies scurrying around.
It is the magical power that holds the universe in the palm of your hand.
