"stop!"
"What's wrong?"
Seeing Gui Huai stop, Xue Kui also stopped pursuing. No one knew that the two of them were actually brothers, and Guihuai, who was relatively inconspicuous, was still above him in cultivation.
Guihuai stopped in mid-air, looked solemnly at the vast ice fields around him, and said:
"I practice the Ten Thousand Souls Sutra, and my divine thoughts are much stronger than the ordinary Nascent Soul Perfection. There is something very wrong with this world, and there are too many flaws in the way of heaven. Xue Kui, use your Blood God Bead to explore this area quickly. look."
Xue Kui was shocked, and the red petals covering her body withered quickly, condensing into bright red beads.
"Blood God Son, explode!"
Hundreds of beads exploded at the same time, and the dazzling red light all shot towards the same position in the void.
In the vague red light, many transparent traces circulated in the depths of the world.
"Sure enough, something is wrong! Ten Thousand Souls Nian Sheng Jue!" Gui Huai roared.
The overwhelming black evil spirits surged out of Guihuai's body, and one after another they gathered and knelt down beside him. Guihuai's eyes revealed a fierce light, and his mouth sucked in like a bottomless pit. Countless twisted black smoke flew out from the evil ghost and was absorbed by him.
"open!"
Under the blessing of many evil ghosts, Guihuai's power increased steadily. With a roar, the magic weapon like a scimitar in his hand slashed down with billowing black smoke and inserted into the gap where the Dao Mark was running.
Click.
There was a crisp sound in the sky in front of the two people, and something invisible was split open.
"this!"
Guihuai's face changed drastically in an instant, and the evil ghosts around him couldn't maintain their form and dispersed into a ball of black smoke. The bloody petals of the blood sunflower also shook off, and the whole person turned pale visibly to the naked eye.
A gap opened in the void, and outside the gap, a giant pillar like white jade stood up. Further away, the misty Taoist surrounded by wind and clouds was casting an indifferent look at the two of them.
They are all in the palm of this monk! There is no escape at all!
"If you can break the confinement of my magical powers, you are considered the most powerful among these old monsters."
Lin Yuan praised, pressing his thumbs towards the two people on the opposite side of the crack.
"No!"
Guihuai and Xuekui looked at the fallen Optimus Jade Pillar, screamed in despair, and each used desperate measures.
Burning Blood Escape Technique, Aurora of Evil Thoughts...
Lin Yuan's expression did not waver at all. These monks are still at the level of Dharma, but he has touched the edge of Tao. As long as these Taoisms are not integrated into the traces of Heavenly Dao, they cannot pose a threat to him.
"Ah! How could we die here..."
Screams came out from both of their mouths, two gorgeous blood flowers bloomed, and the Nascent Souls of Gui Huai and Xue Kui flew out from the exploded bodies, and then exploded again into a ball of spiritual light.
After dealing with the two old monsters who accidentally escaped from the illusion, Lin Yuan started to deal with the remaining monks.
These Nascent Soul old monsters who have been sleeping for thousands of years seem to have experienced a certain catastrophe in the ancient immortal world, and there are vague shadows of immortals in them. Lin Yuan was very curious about this.
Therefore, he did not directly kill these old monsters, but used the recently created palm world technique to imprison them.
"Whether it is in Ge Qingzhou or in the Sea of Chaos, the top power is Nascent Soul Yuanjun. There are very few deeds about the True Lord Transformation of Gods, and there are almost only sporadic remaining traces."
"The lifespan of the True Monarch of Transformation God can reach tens of thousands of years, but the Taixuan Sect Zhongshan Moon Mirror is obviously only a few thousand years old. Where did its original owner go? What happened in the ancient world of immortality thousands of years ago? What?"
Although the Transformation God is strong, in terms of combat power, it is only comparable to the Earth-level Star Energy. Lin Yuan never believed in a world that cost him 400 energy points. The upper limit was just that. The answer to all may lie in that distant history.
Lin Yuan closed his palms, the world shrunk, and the traces of heaven slowly dragged the Nascent Soul old monsters inside into the depths of the illusion. Clear eyes once again shined on the river of their memories.
…
In the Square of Bones.
Lin Yuan stood in the middle of the crowd like a ghost.
"Wei Kuo, you loser, how come you only have three magic pills this time? Where did the other one go?"
"That's right. You're a waste. Giving you the Demon Energy Pill is a waste. Why don't you give the remaining one to Senior Brother Liu?"
"Brothers, no, no more. The Alchemy Palace really only gave 3 pills this time."
Snap, snap, snap.
The thin man tightly protected his head and face, with countless fists and footprints on his body.
Lin Yuan looked at the beaten man in the crowd and sighed:
"I'm afraid these people never imagined that this loser who only started practicing Qi at the age of twenty would become Jingyou Yuanjun in the future."
Although this is the memory of Jingyou Yuanjun, Lin Yuan cannot leave him too far. However, judging from the surrounding scene, there was not much difference between the ancient sects in the world of cultivating immortals and the Taixuan Sect.
Lin Yuan was not interested in understanding how Jingyou endured humiliation and endured heavy burdens to rise, speeding up the flow of memories.
With him as the center, countless scenes began to change rapidly until Lin Yuan took the initiative to stop.
At this time, Lin Yuan had followed Jingyou to the Dharma Transmission Hall.
There are more than a dozen paintings hanging on the walls of the hall, but only the one in the corner is clear. It showed a skinny man.
"Reincarnation Paradise"
"Wei Kuo, you performed very well in the Poison Valley this time! With foundation-building cultivation, you killed thirteen monks of the same cultivation level as the righteous path. The sect will specially reward you with the Yin Demon Soul Refining Art!"
"Thank you sect for passing on the Dharma! The disciples will definitely practice harder in the future and carry forward the majesty of our Poison Dragon Sect!"
Wei Kuo knelt on his knees and kowtowed repeatedly to the only clear painting in the hall. The eyes of the person in the portrait fluctuated, and a black light shot out and entered his body.
"Shen Transformation Monk." Lin Yuan muttered to himself.
When the man in the picture was teaching the Dharma, he also sensed the man's cultivation. This was also the first time in Wei Kuo's memory that he came into contact with the existence of the god-transformation monk.
"Judging from the level of worship, the portrait in the center of the hall may be a Mahayana half-immortal."
Lin Yuan took one step forward, and the surrounding scene shattered and sank into darkness.
This time, he came directly to the most profound node in Jingyou's memory.
"Quick! Hurry up! Those demons are about to break through the world barrier!"
Wei Kuo is now a powerful person in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, but his face is full of panic, and he and other monks are trying their best to activate the tokens in their hands in the secret realm of the sect.
The sky of the past has completely disappeared, and a black and red-edged evil sun has enveloped three-quarters of the sky. Countless black spots descended from it and were intercepted by a white-gold net covering the sky.
What is shocking is that there are many gaps in the net. On the ground under the gap, black smoke rose, the plants twisted into strange shapes, and the river water turned from clear to turbid. Countless whispers of evil magic words floated in the air.
Lin Yuan floated above Jingyou, eyes fixed on the sky.
In the black pupils, golden runes flickered, countless Dao marks intertwined, the sun, black smoke, snares...these things in Jingyou's memory gradually faded away from their appearance, and evolved into part of their essence.
That was not the sun at all, but a huge door. Behind the door, an unimaginably huge red shadow loomed. All kinds of weird monsters are passing through this door and constantly descending into the world of immortality.
"It turned out that the entire ancient world of immortality suffered an invasion from the world." Lin Yuan looked serious. He did not expect that the decline of the ancient world of immortality was actually due to the devil.
The world is turbulent, spiritual energy is surging, thousands of miles, thousands of miles and even the entire world, battles are happening in every corner, and the intensity of the war is constantly increasing.
Unfortunately, the secret realm where Jingyou was located was soon completely sealed. In the end, Lin Yuan only saw a Mahayana half-immortal holding up an area of heaven and earth, and rushed into the door brazenly.
How did the demonic catastrophe end? Why did the Shenhua elders who entered with Jingyou disappear later?
With doubts in his heart, Lin Yuan continued to speed up Jingyou's memory.
But to his surprise, Jingyou's memory of staying in the secret realm turned out to be a strange blank! It was as if Jingyou spent these years unconsciously.
But the Yuanying monk has condensed the soul into Yuanying. Photographic memory is basic, and forgetting memories is even more impossible. Unless there is a force that erases that memory of his!
Lin Yuan read the memories of several other Yuanying old monsters with doubts, and his expression became more and more solemn.
Almost all the old monsters survived that catastrophic time by hiding, and their memories of staying in the secret realm disappeared without exception, leaving only a blank space.
"It's so foggy that people can't see clearly. But no matter what, in today's world of immortal cultivation, there is almost no one who can compete with me. I can explore the secret realms of those once large sects, and maybe there will be immortals among them. clues."
Lin Yuan crushed all the Yuanying old monsters in his hands, assimilating and absorbing their Yuanshen.
Eight days later, ripples appeared in the void, and Lin Yuan, who had been waiting, broke through the barrier between the two realms and walked into the fragments of heaven and earth.
…
In Taixuan Hall.
Yun Chengyuan Lord Sun Hongyuan sat high on the colorful clouds, with five pulse masters sitting on both sides.
In the middle of them, a clear and calm water surface reflected the scene of Doufa Peak, with swords flying and rainbows, and Taoist magic crisscrossing the sky.
"Mu Xian, in this peak master competition, your disciple Shu Zhongjun performed very well. He is expected to compete for the top three." A pulse master said.
"It's just him? It's very confusing. The disciples of Master Kongyue Pulse should not be underestimated. It seems that his Kongwuxinjue has reached the seventh level. Not to mention the master of Qingfeng Peak, Yin Jiu."
"Yin Jiu..."
This name seemed to have a magical power, and the pulse masters present were filled with emotion.
At first, he was just an old monk who was brought back by Daozi. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a late bloomer.
After Daozi died unexpectedly, when everyone thought that no one could make the decision in Qingfeng, this old monk who usually planted flowers and cultivated fields on Qingfeng suddenly stood up. With his strength in the early stage of forming an elixir, he fought undefeated against two monks who were in the middle stage of forming an elixir, shocking the crowd of spectators.
Not only is his magic power strong, but his Taoism is also extremely profound. It is said that many monks present at the time were even ashamed to use wind magic for a period of time after witnessing his battle.
"If I remember correctly, Yin Jiu has completed his pill formation now."
"Yes. Who would have thought that the 143-year-old old man who was still stuck in the late stage of foundation building would actually be singing all the way in the core formation stage, and his cultivation level is no less than that of the geniuses of the same age."
"Hey. Even so, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Yin Jiu to become the leader." A pulse master shook his head and sighed.
"That Taoist disciple is so amazing. He has become a dead ringer." The Pulse Master next to him said with the same regret.
Thinking of the figure who disappeared into the mysterious realm of the vast sea, the five pulse masters all felt heavy and looked at the leader above.
Sun Hongyuan looked at the picture in the water mirror, his eyes flickering.
As the head of Taixuan Sect, he also shoulders the mission of leading the sect to prosperity. The twelve pulse masters all thought that he had not emerged from the spiritual shadow of Daozi's death, so they continued to search for Daozi's whereabouts for nearly thirty years.
Not really. Also practicing the Xiantian Yunqi Art, Sun Hongyuan had a mysterious feeling for Lin Yuan. In the past few decades, this feeling has not been interrupted, but it is unusually weak, as if there is an extremely long distance between them.
Therefore, he searched around the mysterious realm of the vast sea over and over again. Perhaps, Lin Yuan mistakenly entered some ancient secret realm?
However, ten days ago, this feeling was completely interrupted. Somehow, Sun Hongyuan understood that his disciple had really fallen.
"Yin Jiu and Lin Yuan. They are also ancient cultivators, so this jade slip is not in vain."
Sun Hongyuan murmured to himself, looking at the ancient jade slip prepared for Lin Yuan in his hand with complicated eyes. He originally planned to give it to Lin Yuan after his trip to the vast sea, but he didn't expect that the jade slip was still there but disappeared.
boom!
Just when the minds of all the Yuan Lords were in a state of flux, Taixuan Mountain, which had always stood firm and motionless, actually started to shake!
"Taixuan Mountain actually shakes?!"
"What happened?"
"Could it be that a foreign enemy invaded our Taixuan Sect?"
The Master of the Meridians turned to the leader with a confused and shocked look on his face.
Sun Hongyuan pressed his palm down and said calmly: "There is no sign of invasion by foreign enemies. It is the Taixuan Formation that is reviving on its own. Come on, let's go out and have a look."
In an area of five thousand miles, countless continuous mountains are rising and falling simultaneously, and runes appear spontaneously, rising from every corner, shining brightly.
"What's happening here?"
"The mountains are actually surging!"
The monks looked at the scene in front of them with disbelief in their eyes and their hearts were filled with shock.
"Look at Taixuan Mountain!"
"Are we ascending to immortality?"
"OMG……"
Countless monks uttered murmurs as if they were haunted by a dream, their eyes full of obsession.
Click click click.
The two characters "Tai" and "Xuan" engraved on Taixuan Mountain emit sparkling golden waves little by little. The rocks are peeling off from the two towering Taixuan Mountains, revealing the mysterious golden material underneath.
Between the two Taixuan Mountains, a layer of faint glow spread out, slowly rotating, and faintly began to form a colorful passage. Spiritual energy that is a thousand times richer than the outside world erupts from the passage and blows towards the mountains.
Nine-colored runes rise, and the wind of spiritual energy roars. At this moment, Taixuanmen was like a fairyland.
Lin Yuan stood in front of the passage, wondering why his arrival caused such a big change.
Just when he was extremely confused, a bit of golden light seemed to teleport from the passage into the center of his eyebrows.
A picture naturally emerged in Lin Yuan's mind.
In the void where traces of paths intersect, an ancient monk with blood all over his body sits cross-legged facing the black and red door. His beard and hair are all white, and there is no breath left.
