"Exactly." Venerable Haochu said quietly, "He escaped into Jiuzhou, and the Heavenly Palace had already noticed it. When he visited in person, he revealed his identity, and even said that he was damaged in the Nine Fires Burning Heart Tribulation, and he restored this girl. Chance, entering Kyushu is just a coincidence, I will leave on my own when I recover a little, and I will not interfere in anything in Kyushu."
"From Kunxu to Bianzhou, from Chengxuan to Yanzhou, he did not interfere in everything, but I didn't expect that he would make such a move in the end."
"Zhao Ning, do you think this is a warning to our Tiangong? On behalf of Jiuzhou, tell Tiangong not to try to break through the Jiuzhou Demon Sealing Formation."
Venerable Hao Chu hesitated a little.
Zhao Ning said indifferently, "Venerable Hao Chu has thought it over. This person's disaster has nothing to do with him, so what intention does he have to warn on behalf of Jiuzhou? It's just selfish desires."
Venerable Haochu looked at Zhao Ning and said, "That's it. This grudge has been settled. No matter what motive he had for doing this, he can't cover up the harm he caused to Jiuzhou."
"I won't let him go." Zhao Ning said extremely calmly, without any emotion, just a statement.
However, Venerable Hao Chu remained silent for a long time, probably because he was still a little wary of the Second Tribulation Soul, so he skipped this topic.
Asked Zhao Ning again, "Xiang Hongxuan's memory, your past life may be involved with Jiutian Shrine."
He took a deep look and said, "No wonder you can achieve the golden elixir of innate merit."
Zhao Ning ignored him and just asked, "Does Your Majesty know about the disaster in Jiutian Shrine?"
The blood in the fragments of the past life was extremely dazzling.
But Venerable Haochu shook his head, "I only know that it completely disappeared at the beginning of the ancient era. Now it seems that it has suffered a disaster and been destroyed."
Zhao Ning lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.
Soon, Zhao Ning said goodbye to Venerable Hao Chu and turned around to go outside the Tiangong.
Venerable Hao Chu raised his voice, "Are you serious that you will no longer practice in the Heavenly Palace and will not give guidance to the little girl you rescued?"
"She has her chance. As I said, it was only because she saved me that I saved her."
Venerable Haochu sighed, "Well, Zhao Ning, where are you going?"
Zhao Ning said indifferently, "Jiuzhou is so big that we can only take a walk."
Chapter 268
They said they wanted to travel around Jiuzhou, but in the end they found a place to retreat and practice.
The place of retreat in Wangxian Death City was reopened. It had been closed for nearly a hundred years.
The clear light in the cave is dense, and the rays of light are like three thousand mysterious Taoist meanings. The Taoist meanings are lingering, and the entire cave is like falling into an aurora night.
There is a golden light between the eyebrows of the silent man, which seems to reflect the scenery of the Purple Mansion. The little Nascent Soul is sitting cross-legged with eyes closed, pinching Ziwu inside, and the whole body is haloed with clear light, and several golden lights are intertwined around it.
Until the brilliance gathered, golden light and clear light condensed together, the little Yuanying's hands turned around, the two rays of light above the head rotated like nebulae, three thousand Dao intentions scattered, and the Dao cocoon condensed around the Yuanying's body, layer by layer. Intentional package.
The secret transmission of Taixu Six Paths Spiritual Source traveled for several weeks, and every week it attacked the invisible barrier.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathers here, and the aura is as strong as a medium-sized spiritual vein. The desolate Wangxian Island has regained its vitality. Thousands of trees are flourishing. Under the lush greenery, Wangxian Island seems to have become a mist in the sky and the sea. A bright light.
However, this vision did not last long. The brilliance around Nascent Soul condensed for a moment, the Tao cocoon shrank, and the three thousand Tao thoughts restrained themselves, wrapping around Nascent Soul. It seemed that Nascent Soul was about to transform in the next moment.
At this moment, the three thousand Dao Intentions suddenly turned into strands of soft light and dispersed. The Dao Cocoon also seemed to shrink to a certain node, and could no longer get closer. The inner pressure was reflected on the Dao Cocoon, Then we saw the cracks appearing, until the entire cocoon was completely broken, and the little Nascent Soul was still in its original state, as if no changes had ever existed.
The vision of the gathering of spiritual power on Wangxian Island dispersed quickly, and then disappeared into the thick fog of the sea.
Zhao Ning slowly withdrew his posture, Ziwu Jue dispersed, put his hands on his knees, slowly opened his eyes, golden light flashed in his eyes, although his cultivation level has improved, he has not crossed the threshold of the early stage of Nascent Soul.
She was silent for a long time, expressionless, like a jade sculpture standing still. At some point, her eyebrows moved slightly, as if she suddenly remembered who she was and what she had experienced in the past hundred years.
Zhao Ning spread her hands, lowered her eyes silently, and felt slightly that it was beyond her expectation that she had not broken through the early stage of Nascent Soul after a hundred years of retreat.
Although he was promoted to Nascent Soul not long ago before the retreat, he had the experience of Jiuyou and Tubo's inherited memory. It should be possible to retreat for a hundred years in the early stage of Nascent Soul. However, Zhao Ning obviously felt something was wrong during the attempt. It was a feeling that was close at hand but far away. A sense of unreachable separation.
Could it be that we still need to travel around Kyushu to gain more experience and temper our character?
Thinking of this, Zhao Ning knew that the retreat might have come to an end. However, Zhao Ning did not immediately walk out of the retreat. Instead, she calmed down and entered the House of Silent Spirits.
In the open space on the right side of the central corridor, Zhao Ning looked at the pale ancient trees. The original feeling of decay and desolation had weakened a lot, and there was a faint feeling of regeneration.
Zhao Ning thought of Xiang Hongxuan's memory of herself in her previous life. Could those branches that were almost inseparable from her be the pale ancient tree in front of her?
Thinking about the vision of the towering tree that she saw when she first entered the immortal world, Zhao Ning always felt that she was inextricably linked to this pale ancient tree.
Zhao Ning turned around and raised her eyes. Looking across the main hall, she could see the towering library. The change in the towering library was due to the discovery of a thunder heart condensed with ancient thunder patterns in Mingyue Mansion, the capital city. However, after settling in the thunder heart The moment before the library, a scene similar to the Heavenly Palace passed by.
What exactly did he go through back then? The Palace of Silent Spirits and the Heavenly Palace... no, does it have anything to do with the Nine Heavens Palace?
In an instant, Zhao Ning turned her eyes and landed on the pale ancient tree.
Could it be that the appearance of the House of Silent Spirits has nothing to do with the three-leaf golden grass back then, but was brought about by the pale ancient tree.
Zhao Ning meditated for a long time, raised her hand, pressed the palm of her hand on the pale ancient tree, closed her eyes and concentrated on perception. The Yuan Ying in her body trembled slightly, and the sound of rustling leaves seemed to be heard in her ears. Zhao Ning subconsciously listened carefully and realized that the sound of leaves did not come from Pale ancient tree, or a resonance from somewhere.
But the feeling was particularly vague, even ethereal.
Zhao Ning sensed it for a long time, but there was no other information, so he opened his eyes and withdrew his hand.
After leaving the House of Silent Spirit, he went straight out of the retreat place, and Zhao Ning appeared at the highest point of Wangxian Island in an instant.
She followed the resonance of the pale ancient tree before and searched for the specific direction. She closed her eyes and concentrated, and her indescribable perspective seemed to penetrate through the fog and grasp a certain direction.
in the north.
Sometimes there is a strong wind whistling by, sometimes there is the sound of undercurrents surging, sometimes there is the sound of thunder and thunder...
Zhao Ning couldn't be sure for a while, but at this moment, she turned her eyes towards Wangxian Death City, feeling that someone had broken into Wangxian Island, and took another step to stand on the top of the inner city palace.
In the consciousness, the outer layer was in chaos, and several low-level foundation-building monks were fleeing in panic outside the dead city.
"Where is this?" A male cultivator asked in horror, "Why are there so many silver-armored puppets?"
"It's over, it's over. We managed to survive in the Lost City of Wind and Sand, and now we are going to fall down in this weird puppet city." The male cultivator in gray robe who was running at the front said in a broken voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw another group of silver-armored puppets appearing in front of him.
The gray-robed male cultivator immediately stepped back, but the few people following him couldn't stop. The silver-armored puppet behind him was already less than three feet away.
The last female cultivator looked miserable, but the wound on her leg was still covered with blood. When she turned her head, the silver-armored puppet's spear was already close to her heart.
Her eyes tightened. Fortunately, at this moment, someone grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Then the person behind turned around and twisted the spear with his halberd, and hit the puppet's silver armor with a bang.
The power was so powerful that the silver armor had been shattered into fist-sized holes, and the puppet flew backwards.
"Almost." The latecomer was the gray-robed male cultivator who retreated. He looked at the female cultivator and asked, "Is Mu Yin okay?"
"It's okay." Mu Yin shook her head, "Thank you Sui Da..."
However, before he finished saying "Brother Sui", Sui Yu suddenly inhaled, and the puppet Shinjia in the other direction seemed to be going crazy, and the spear in his hand was filled with murderous intent.
"Let's go!" the person next to me shouted.
Sui Yu's halberd returned to protect him, and several spiritual lights intertwined in front, forming a halo shield.
"No matter where you go, there are silver-armored puppets everywhere. If you escape here, the other streets will not be full of silver-armored puppets!" Sui Yu shouted, "It's better to break through the siege and fight out!"
"No!" The monk in blue objected, "These puppets have foundation-building strength. Even if they are weaker than ordinary foundation-building monks, they cannot withstand so many sieges."
"Then we'll die here!"
"No, let's go to the inner city!"
While the two were arguing, Mu Yin suddenly said.
"What?!" Sui Yu only had time to shout in surprise before he had to face the silver-armored puppet that rushed towards him.
A few people on the periphery resisted the charging silver-armored puppets. Mu Yin said, "This is Wangxian Death City, a place of ancient silence."
Sui Yu kicked the silver-armored puppet in front of him, "It is said that the soul of the city lord in Wangxian Death City will live forever. If you are destined, you can get the city lord's guidance. But this is the place you are talking about."
"Exactly!" Mu Yin responded quickly, "We can go around it through the alley behind."
This is the only weak point of the siege. There are only a few silver-armored puppets, but before, no one dared to bet on whether there were more silver-armored puppets on the other side of the alley.
However, the words "city lord's guidance" are really exciting. All roads are dangerous, so it is better to choose the one with the greatest benefits.
So, everyone worked together and cast spells to shake away the silver-armored puppets that were besieging them. Taking this opportunity, everyone rushed into the alley.
At the top of the palace in the inner city, the puppet Lianyi appeared behind Zhao Ning.
"Congratulations to the city lord for coming out of seclusion."
He paused, then raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the outer city, "Please forgive me, City Lord. For more than a hundred years, we have blocked Wangxian Island, and almost no one can enter this place. But the City Lord has several teleportation platforms. They were all established when Wangxian City was prosperous, and we have no way to close it. These people were teleported from one of the teleportation platforms."
Zhao Ning originally came from the teleportation platform, and the other end points of these teleportation platforms are in unpredictable places.
From what they shouted just now, they should have come from a place called Fengshami City, which seemed to be a rumored training place in Yanzhou.
"City Lord, let's get them out immediately." When Lian Yi saw these people gradually approaching the inner city, he bowed and asked for help.
Zhao Ning's eyes kept falling on them, but she was always looking at Mu Yin.
This Mu Yin's understanding of Wangxian Death City is extraordinary.
"No, wait a minute."
"yes."
Before those people rushed to the gate of the inner city, they were shocked to notice a golden-armored puppet with a golden sword standing on top of the tower. As they approached, the golden-armored puppet's perspective slowly moved towards them.
Everyone gasped.
"Golden Armor...Golden Pill!"
"Quick, hurry up!"
In just a blink of an eye, the golden-armored puppet appeared in front of them. The divine light spread out his hands, forming a huge invisible palm behind him and pounced on them.
The shadow of death is suffocating.
At this moment, I heard the voice of an ancient householder.
Under the sound of the old man's voice, the invisible palm was positioned three inches away from Sui Yu in the front.
Sui Yu stood upright and turned his head very slowly, while the other people followed the sound and looked.
I saw Mu Yin blowing the old man's hair.
The ancient clothes were dark in color and carved with simple and mysterious patterns, but they still seemed familiar.
