At the top of the mountain, white mist shrouded the mountain.
Duan Zhen stepped into the human world, looked at the devastated Taishi Mountains, and shook his head slightly.
Very far above his head, the battle between the projection of the Great Evil King and the Immortal Emperor has begun.
The Great Evil King, who has lived for more than three hundred years, can be said to have integrated the thoughts of all living beings, among which evil thoughts are the most serious.
In the secular world, a flying sword may have spirituality, let alone this great evil king of all laws and thoughts?
And every time Duan Zhen's ontological consciousness falls, the evil king's body will inevitably grow due to the same origin.
Gradually, the spirit of the group became stronger and stronger.
"The law has its essence, and its implements contain divine will."
Duan Zhen raised his head and seemed to see the scene of numerous waves that erupted in the place of origin.
There are of course various theories on the path of cultivation, among which the law has the spirit and the weapon contains the divine intention, which is the goal of most practitioners.
What is Yuanling?
A method was derived, and the soul of the Yuanshen was born within it, and even directly transformed into a real and unique living being that could be cultivated.
As for the divine will, it is the spiritual body transformed into the artifact after years of accumulation.
The so-called sword spirit and knife spirit are all like this.
But because it is born from artifacts, it is innately weaker than the Yuanling.
Duan Zhen's current state has already been reached by Qi Yun's divine will. The most intuitive ones are the Net of Living Beings and the Great Evil King.
But if you want to display a method and give birth to a soul, there is still a little bit left.
It's not that his magic power isn't enough, but that his magic is too complicated.
The first three seals of the evolution of the original chapter are Wuji, Taoyi, and all living beings.
These three seal methods have completely surpassed all the methods in this world in the past three hundred years. Even the Three Supreme Swords, the Three Swords of Panhuang, and the Five Secrets of Immortality cannot match them.
If these three types of seals are to give birth to Yuanling, I am afraid that I need to break into the Hundong Divine Realm before I dare to be sure.
Moreover, the foundation of the Original Chapter is still the mysterious and unknown Xuanyuan Dingqing Jue.
Just over 300 words support his practice method that can be practiced in all heavens. So far, no clues can be seen. It is really extraordinary.
As for his two martial arts thoughts, one is to become empty and destroy the sky, causing Mount Sumeru to fall; the other is to bring all living beings into calamity and the supreme profound essence.
I'm afraid these two killing moves can only be confidently executed when one is in danger.
"You will have to survive three thousand tribulations..."
Duan Zhen withdrew his gaze and raised his hand to sweep away the entire broken rock. The pale gold net behind him instantly covered it.
Whirring whirring!
The sound of the empty wind became more and more rapid, but if you listened carefully, it seemed to be cheering.
In the transition between light and darkness, the clouds and mist were blown away by the wind, revealing the appearance in front of you.
Taishang Taoist Temple.
This Tao Master's place, which the world has been searching for for hundreds of years and unable to find, appears in the world so easily.
It was still a mossy stone slab, still slightly worn.
But as Duan Zhen stepped in, the light and darkness inside changed rapidly.
Tear!
Groups of crystals condensed from the sky were laid neatly on the floor tiles, extending to an end that was invisible to the eye.
These stones exude an aura of "source" all the time, as if they were things that fell with them when the world first opened.
The Stone of Origin!
The entire vast and boundless land inside the Taoist temple is actually made of the Origin Stone!
"Da da da."
The sound of crisp footsteps fell, and Duan Zhen walked slowly, stepping on the floor tiles that were extremely rare even in the place of origin, without any change in his expression.
His figure was sometimes reflected by light, as if the surrounding walls were layers of mirrors, reflecting his appearance clearly.
Those mirrors, if you look closely, are actually the same material as the Eternal Kingdom back then.
This is Tianjing!
It is the first tempering material for the king of all artifacts. Without this thing, it cannot reach its most perfect state.
But these sky crystals that change light and dark are actually posted on the wall, just for illumination.
Da da da.
The steps were still steady and peaceful, but as they moved forward, there was another huge object inside, lying across the southwest side of the floor tiles.
It was a divine dragon that was as big as a thousand feet.
The lifelike scales seem to breathe through the flow of blood and muscles, making them majestic.
The four claws under the abdomen manifested into five dark outlines, like the underworld seizing the soul.
The head that stands upright seems to be roaring to God, roaring to heaven and earth.
The body of a thousand feet is just lying on one side of the Taoist temple, but no matter how huge it is, it is only a corner.
The method of Sumi Na's Mustard Seed has long been used by Duan Zhen, and coupled with the connection of the net of all living beings, this Taoist temple is almost as big as a state.
"The Ancient Heavenly Dragon Clan..."
Duan Zhen looked at this lifelike dragon, his eyes moved to its back, and he saw the Zhengping sword inserted on the dragon's spine.
This sword is extremely special. It is not as slender as ordinary swords, but rather square, as if it represents the rightness of the heavens.
Vaguely, the blade of the sword occasionally swelled with a wisp of fierce fire that came from the ancient years, showing the heroic spirit of countless people shouting and roaring.
It seems that there is an unknown past in it, and it is slowly transmitted from the vibration of the sword body.
Seeing this sword, Duan Zhen also nodded slightly, as if he thought of something.
This is one of the three supreme swords of the ancient holy emperor "Pan", the Panhuang Sword of Time.
Since ancient times, there have been theories about Panhuang’s three swords and Taishang’s three swords.
The three swords represent living beings, void, and time, and the three swords represent heaven, universe, and time.
Unexpectedly, this sword of time, which represents the years, stopped in Duan Zhen's Taoist temple and was inserted vertically into the back of the ancient dragon.
But no matter how extraordinary the sword was, Duan Zhen only paused for a breath before continuing to move forward.
This time, many magic weapons and even pills that only existed in ancient legends kept passing by him!
City in the Sky, Sky-Qing Ladder, Xuantian Dark Star...
Tathagata's cassock, seamless heavenly clothes, the Great Pyramid of Cultivation...
Tianyuan Shendan, Longya Rice, Haorishen Pills...
Each one has become a legend in the world, and even the magic weapons and elixirs that many hermit masters have never seen are stored around like this, without any cover or avoidance.
The treasures of the entire Yangshen world are almost all located here!
During the more than three hundred years of this web of living beings, no one knew where Duan Zhen had gone, but every Yang God who was approaching the ninth calamity or even fell silent knew Duan Zhen's name.
Even before, Emperor Changsheng said "Master Duan" when he saw Duan Zhen.
The reason for this is, firstly, that the web of living beings is actually extraordinary, and secondly, there may be clues from these treasure pills.
These things originally belonged to their owners.
"arrive."
Duan Zhen walked for a full stick of incense before finishing the outer hall of the Taoist temple, which was stacked with countless magical artifacts, and stepped into the inner hall.
Hoo ho ho!
A slight breeze blew by, and Meng Bingyun, who was sitting cross-legged on the stone platform, suddenly opened his eyes.
When she saw Duan Zhen, she was stunned for a moment, and then immediately saluted:
"I've met Master Master."
While speaking, Meng Bingyun also secretly took a look at Duan Zhen's head, but there were no double horns.
Her face moved slightly, she didn't expect Duan Zhen to come in his true form!
"How's Hongluan doing?"
Duan Zhen nodded, looking away from Meng Bingyun and looking at Hong Luan who was placed in the huge alchemy furnace.
Although this Yang Shen attack was cut down by Li Hu, it was only the aftermath and not something that any Nine Tribulations could survive unscathed.
Meng Bingyun was fine, but Hongluan risked his life to save her at the critical moment and survived until the end.
But this little snake that followed him from the First Age of Immortal Qin was also seriously injured.
"Hong Luan has taken the Tianyuan Divine Pill and is refining the medicine in the pill furnace, but he is not awake yet."
When Meng Bingyun heard this, a look of worry flashed across his face.
The Tianyuan Divine Pill is infinitely effective. Even if it is taken with only one breath left, or even within seven days of death, all injuries can be fully recovered.
But after Hongluan took it, he never woke up.
As she spoke, Meng Bingyun's eyes turned red, and she couldn't help but feel sad when she thought of this ten-year-old girl who risked her life to save her, but was now unconscious.
Tear!
Duan Zhen ignored Meng Bingyun's sadness, but opened the alchemy furnace and looked at the silver-white snake inside that had transformed into its true form, his eyes flashing.
The Tianyuan Divine Pill is indeed powerful, and Hong Luan's broken body has long since been repaired as intact as ever.
It's a pity that the aftermath of the Yang Shen level finger has crushed its soul into powder, and not a single one of its 48,000 thoughts is left.
It follows the path of the mortal immortal, and the divine soul does not have as many life-saving methods as ghost immortals. At this moment, after being shattered, it has no ability to condense itself.
Facing a finger at the Yangshen level, even the demonic body that was a body-spirit body was forcibly broken.
"Come here to get the Panhuang Sword of Time."
Duan Zhen was silent for a few moments, then suddenly spoke to Meng Bingyun.
"Yes! Master!"
After Meng Bingyun heard this, he immediately came to his senses, walked out of the inner hall quickly, and ran to the corpse of the thousand-foot ancient dragon.
She jumped onto the dragon's body, stepped on the fine and smooth dragon scales, and walked to the back.
A tiger can't fall even to the death, let alone this dragon?
The dragon's power that overflowed all the time was like a strong wind and rain, causing her vision to blur.
But after all, he was a ghost and immortal. Meng Bingyun quickly calmed down, and with his white jade palm, he grabbed the Panhuang Holy Sword that represented the years.
Boom, boom, boom!
As soon as the sword was in hand, it started to beat like human veins.
Meng Bingyun's heartbeat keeps changing with the movement of this sword!
After just a few breaths, she was dripping with sweat and her clothes were slightly damp.
It's just a sword. If she can't pull it out, she won't be able to stay in Taishangdao.
Wow!
Five breaths later, the Panhuang Sword of Time was pulled out from the back of the ancient divine dragon and held firmly in her hand.
But in the next moment, an inexplicable heart palpitation suddenly surged through her body, as if the instinctive oppression of a living being suddenly arose.
Roar! ! !
A roar so high that it seemed to shake the heaven, earth, sun, moon and stars came from beneath him!
Boom boom boom!
A loud sound, like the flow of sea water pouring in, erupted from within the dragon's body!
This dragon is alive!
Unexpectedly, after Panhuang's Sword of Time was drawn out, the ancient divine dragon was reincarnated from the dead and was slowly waking up!
"Noisy."
But just when Meng Bingyun turned pale with shock, a dull sound suddenly rose from the inner hall in the distance.
That was a real voice.
Immediately afterwards, Meng Bingyun felt a light weight on his body, and his whole body fell to the ground.
"this…"
She rubbed her eyes, and a trace of doubt flashed in her autumn eyes.
Where was that dragon just now?
At this moment, she looked around. Where was the trace of the resurrected dragon?
"Come here quickly."
Just when Meng Bingyun was stunned, Duan Zhen's voice sounded again.
She hurriedly walked to the inner hall and was about to hand over the Panhuang Sword of Time when she was stunned again.
In Duan Zhen's palm, there was a three-inch air ball. Inside this air ball, there was a dragon-shaped creature as thick as a thumb trapped in it.
This is the divine dragon that just revived.
"Master...has immeasurable magical powers and boundless Taoism..."
When Meng Bingyun saw this, he couldn't say anything anymore, only endless wonder.
Unexpectedly, this dragon clan, which is comparable to the peak level of Nine Tribulations, was captured by Duan Zhen without even a moment of struggle.
"You are an evil beast. You have devoured 300,000 people in ancient times. Emperor Pan has mercy on you and will not kill you. You should accept the disaster today."
Duan Zhen stared at the divine dragon still swimming in his palm, took the Panhuang Sword of Time, moved the sword, and cut it in half.
Buzz buzz!
A force unique to time seemed to be inspired by the blood in the dragon's body, turning into a ball of golden light and floating into the alchemy furnace.
Tear!
The sound of light rippling water rose again.
Use the sword of years to move time, and use the Nine Tribulations dragon body to avoid backlash.
Gradually, countless separated and broken thoughts condensed from all directions.
After three sticks of incense, Hong Luan, who was lying in the alchemy furnace, slowly opened his eyes.
"Tao Master!"
This small silver-white snake was about to wake up, and it couldn't wait to leap towards Duan Zhen and coiled itself on his shoulder.
The power of the sword can disappear over time, and as for the dragon body, it has completely turned into powder.
"I came here to say goodbye."
Duan Zhen let Hong Luan hover on his shoulder, but looked at Meng Bingyun aside.
"Farewell? Where are you going, Master?"
When Meng Bingyun heard this, her heart trembled for no reason.
She raised her head slightly, looked at Duan Zhen who was close at hand, and spoke urgently.
"There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky. Everything in this world has been completed, and it's time to leave."
Duan Zhen also looked into Meng Bingyun's eyes, and his voice remained calm.
Small flaming characters appeared in his eyes, which were reminders from the Book of Heavens that he had not seen for a long time.
One year later, it’s time to return.
In the past three worlds, they were informed three months in advance. Even in the First Age of Immortal Qin, he learned the return date through inquiries.
But this time, it was a year ahead of schedule. I don’t know what it means.
"Master... are you going to the other side?"
Meng Bingyun's face turned pale. Since he was saying goodbye, he would not take her with him.
She bit her lip tightly, her reluctance almost overflowing from words.
“It’s hard to cross to the other side, and where I’m going is still a sea of suffering.”
"Since this is a sea of suffering, I am willing to cross it with my master!"
Meng Bingyun raised her head and her voice suddenly became louder.
There was already a hint of pleading in her words.
But Duan Zhen didn't answer her again.
Da da da.
Taoist Master Duan, who was wearing a long robe, turned around and slowly left in the light and shadow of the Stone of Origin.
But suddenly, he paused and couldn't help but sigh.
"Master..."
Meng Bingyun pulled Duan Zhen's sleeve, her voice was inaudible, and her face was so white that there was no trace of blood.
She threw away the Peach God's Qijue Sword that had never left her since she entered the profession, raised her hands, and grabbed Duan Zhen's sleeves.
It seems that if you don't do this, you will never see him again in the next moment.
"Idiot."
Duan Zhen felt Meng Bingyun's thoughts gradually wilting, and finally turned around.
He looked at this woman who was only seventeen or eighteen years old and sighed again.
The south wind knows my wishes and blows my dreams to Xizhou.
He has observed the thoughts of all sentient beings, so how can he not know the other person's thoughts?
"Stay in this world, and you can reach the other shore in five hundred years. If you leave with me, life or death is uncertain. If you are not careful, you will fall into an abyss. You..."
"Disciple is willing!"
"...that's fine."
Duan Zhen looked at the woman who agreed without hesitation and sighed in his heart.
His eyes showed a hint of softness, he moved his clothes and waved to pick up the Peach God Seven Swords.
"Put it away."
"yes!"
When Meng Bingyun heard Duan Zhen's answer, the vitality around her body seemed to return instantly, and even her thoughts began to stir involuntarily.
She took the long sword and looked at Duan Zhen's sleeve, which had been torn out by herself, and suddenly her face turned red.
At that moment, she was only worried that she would never see her master again. She had no time to think about that feeling of emptiness and despair.
But after coming back to his senses, he was so ashamed that he felt ashamed.
"Sister Saint!"
At this moment, Hong Luan gradually climbed up from Duan Zhen's shoulder. At that moment, she suddenly felt sleepy and fell asleep without seeing anything.
"Ouch! Hongluan!"
Meng Bingyun quickly took Hongluan into her hands and examined her hurriedly, as if to find any trace of injury in her intact body.
But from the corner of her eyes, she would peek at Duan Zhen from time to time.
"Recuperate for a year and leave together."
Duan Zhen nodded towards her, turned around and left.
The Great Evil King and the Immortal Emperor in the void seemed to be fighting to an anxious level.
"well."
Duan Zhen caught Meng Bingyun's sneak peek, and her face turned red again. She touched Hongluan's palm without checking the strength, causing the other person to suffer repeatedly.
"it hurts!"
Hong Luan twisted her body, trying to transform into a human form, but her injuries were recovering and she was somewhat helpless.
"Sister Saint is crazy..."
She looked at Meng Bingyun who sometimes smiled and sometimes frowned. Fortunately, she curled up obediently and waited for her strength to recover.
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PS: The Yang Shen chapter is coming to an end, there are about four chapters left.
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