Ji Hongxi opened his eyes, and his red eyes suddenly turned black. Looking at the last thunder disaster that was so close at hand, Ji Hongxi took the initiative to hug it.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of the Qianqiu Bell penetrated all illusions and resounded through the sky. The huge Qianqiu Bell appeared in the sky above Ji Hongxi. The thunder struck down on the bell. The Qianqiu Bell made a fine buzzing sound, which could withstand most of the damage.
The remaining calamity thunder did not cause fatal damage to Ji Hongxi.
Someone vomited blood, but it was not Ji Hongxi, but Taoist Nanshan.
He finally let go of the hand on Lu Yun's head, his arms were shaking, and his face was as white as paper, exuding a strong sense of bitterness.
After the ground shook for a while, the formation on the ground made a creaking and shattering sound and exploded in front of everyone.
Lu Yun was blown away and was caught by Taoist Nanshan.
After finally standing firm, Lu Yun opened her eyes, with strong doubts in her black and white eyes.
Her senses are restored and she can see everything again.
She looked at Taoist Nanshan and said, "Master...Father."
A very soft murmur, like experiencing a long dream and forgetting everything when you wake up.
"……it's me."
Looking at the disciple in front of him, Taoist Nanshan lowered his eyes, covering the emotions in his eyes, and spoke calmly.
"Junior sister, are you okay?"
Ji Hongxi, who was a blessing in disguise, walked over and met those eyes. Ji Hongxi frowned and put the glass blood on the opponent's neck.
"You are not my junior sister."
These words were firm, Ji Hongxi's eyes glowed coldly, and he asked "Lu Yun" to grab Nanshan's sleeve and hide behind him.
"Don't worry, she's fine."
It was Nanshan who said this, and she, Ji Hongxi, knew what he was saying.
"where is she?"
Ji Hongxi asked, your sword pointed at Nanshan again.
Ji Hongxi respects this senior, but is definitely not afraid of him.
"I have no idea."
"And what you want to know, I've told you, it's time for you to wake up."
When the bell rings again, as the master of the dream, Nanshan Taoist expels these visitors from later generations.
Everyone's bodies became void uncontrollably, then dissipated little by little, and then reappeared outside the Nanshan Tomb.
Ah Li still stood on the tombstone and looked down at them. Looking at the surprised eyes of those people, Ah Li showed a happy expression.
"Junior sister hasn't come out yet."
Ji Hongxi ignored the extra memory in his mind and talked to Yuntian.
Looking around, he didn't see Lu Yun, so Yuntian could only look at Ah Li.
"Don't worry, she's fine."
The pear dimple on Ah Li's face was very sweet. She sat on the tombstone, holding her chin and looking at the people below.
"She has an unfinished story."
"How did you get it?"
No one answered Ah Li.
A memory that did not belong to them appeared in their minds, but it was also part of the process they had just experienced.
For that part of the memory, the one who felt the deepest was Ji Hongxi.
Under the catastrophe, the space was split into cracks. In the black cracks, he saw a huge door and the cocoons hanging in front of the door.
Human figures can be seen in the transparent cocoon. Those "people" are alive, but they seem to be sleeping in the cocoon.
And this is the frightening glance of Taoist Nanshan when he was holding on to overcome the tribulation.
Those faces were the same as theirs, but what was in those people's bodies was not spiritual power, but fairy power.
After passing through the tribulation, the spiritual power in the monk's body will gradually turn into immortal power, and the physical body will also become a true immortal body.
Even with just a glance, they could see that those cocoons were "immortals".
"I recognize some of the faces."
The speaker was Pei Geli. After everyone turned their attention, he spoke with an unconscious tremor in his voice.
"Those are our predecessors in the Holy Land."
This could be traced back to a long time ago, and the portraits of those predecessors were enshrined in the holy land, so he could recognize them.
But according to the records of the Holy Land, those seniors had already ascended to immortality.
"There are seniors in my sect." Elder Qin tugged on his beard. As the elder of the Demon Sect's Lihen Mansion, Elder Qin had a rather kind face.
"I also recognized a few people."
The people who followed started to speak one after another, and after finishing speaking, they were greeted by almost solid silence.
The number of cocoons they recognized in that strange space may only be one ten thousandth.
The remaining ones are densely packed and occupy the entire space.
There they fell into eternity and, to a certain extent, achieved immortality.
In other words, all the ascended immortals in the world of cultivation actually go not to the fairy world, but to that strange space, and then fall into a long sleep in the void.
The so-called ascension is a scam!
So what is the meaning of their efforts to practice and seek to ascend and become immortals?
When this realization appeared, the moods of several elders fluctuated, and Elder Bai was the most serious. He vomited blood and his cultivation level was constantly declining.
"No!"
He shouted sadly, trying to stabilize his cultivation, but when he thought that everything he was pursuing was actually a scam, his mind was in turmoil one after another.
The white spiritual power turned black in front of everyone.
That faint black color is the demonic barrier in Elder Bai's heart.
A shaken state of mind and a demonic barrier in the heart are the precursors of becoming a demon.
But no one present could blame Elder Bai for a word. Even Yuntian, his supposed stable state had some fluctuations.
He was silent, and the pressure surrounding him made it impossible to get close.
If the elders were just shaken, then none of the disciples could support their bodies.
Zhu Xing was also thrown out. He was in the worst condition, with traces of melting on his face. Yao Huai, who was closest to him, picked things off his face.
It was a human skin mask, and what was revealed under the mask was a shameless face, with exposed muscles and meridians intertwined in it. On the blood-red face, there was a pair of protruding eyes, which was particularly terrifying.
Ji Hongxi recognized this person.
It was the person who appeared in the Feng family with the succubus before.
Unexpectedly, the other party actually entered in place of someone from the Fierce Demon Palace. As expected, Elder Qian of the Fierce Demon Palace should have been plotted by him.
Zhu Xing, who was lying on the ground, had no time to take care of his own situation at this moment. Blood was oozing from all over his body.
The blood couldn't be stopped at all, and he spat out large mouthfuls of fragments.
His body was curled up, his limbs were twitching, and his face was as ferocious as a devil. He rolled his eyes, and before long, he completely lost his movement.
What was left in place was a bloody corpse.
The opponent was already seriously injured and was hit one after another. He failed to hold on and died under the backlash of his inner demon.
A flame, a holy white color, fell on the condemned corpse and burned it to death.
It's Pei Geli.
He was not feeling well at the moment, but there was a burning flame in his eyes, which was burning hope.
"That door!"
He said: "As long as we open that door, we can go to the fairyland."
The truth was so horrifying that their first attention was drawn to those cocoons. After Pei Geli reminded them, they remembered that there was a magnificent door in that space.
