Sighs floated down from three thousand feet in the sky.
Legend has it that there is a palace outside the Nine Provinces. It has been passed down from ancient times and is the Heavenly Palace that protects the Nine Provinces. The great masters in the Heavenly Palace are the strongest cultivators in this world.
Zhao Ning slowly lifted up his body and sat in a pool of blood. Following the cry, he saw an embarrassed fairy throwing herself on a corpse.
"Brother! Brother! Don't die! Ying'er hasn't become a swordsman yet! Brother!!"
Zhao Ning recognized her. She was Guo Ying'er, the junior sister of the outer sect Zizhu Peak. Her brother Guo Congheng was a disciple of the inner sect of the Qingxiao Sect, a swordsman who loved swords as much as his life.
With the arrival of the Heavenly Palace, the demonic chaos in the Qingxiao Sect was temporarily suppressed.
Zhao Ning stood up and performed a magic spell. The illusory lotus rotated three inches above the magic spell. As it rotated, scattered fluorescence appeared in the blood and water of the mountain of corpses. Gradually, little bits of fluorescence converged towards the lotus.
Guo Ying'er sobbed and looked along the line of fluorescent light.
"What are you doing."
"Pay homage."
Guo Ying'er suppressed her emotions, "But what you are using is the Soul-Confining Technique..." She stopped mid-sentence. She realized something and glanced at her brother's body before saying, "Can they still be reincarnated?" Heavenly demons corrode the sea of consciousness, and their souls are either broken or demonized. Will reincarnation still accept them?
"I don't know."
Guo Ying'er didn't expect to receive such an answer. She watched as the light in the center of the illusory lotus gathered more and more, growing from star points to candlelight.
She wiped away her tears, imitated Zhao Ning, and used the soul arresting technique on her brother's corpse.
If there is no answer, then give it a try, just in case reincarnation favors you.
After a while, Guo Ying'er held the fragment of her brother's soul that flickered like a candle. Big tears fell on her palms, but she couldn't help but smile.
"No matter what, we have to give it a try." She turned sideways and smiled at Zhao Ning.
Five illusory lotus flowers surrounded Zhao Ning, and another one gradually solidified on top of her hand skills.
Until the last ray of fluorescence penetrated into the lotus, the Zhao Ning Technique was turned, a twig appeared, and six lotus flowers fell on the twig. In an instant, there was a colorful cluster of flowers.
Thunder Soul Wood, the thunderer, is responsible for punishment and soul-catching, and the gathered souls are suppressed on it.
Zhao Ning raised her head, and the two powerful men in the Heavenly Palace seemed to be looking at her, catching her gaze and nodding to her from afar.
Guo Ying'er took a glance, shrank her head, and pulled Zhao Ning, "Let's go, those are all gods in the sky."
After leaving Qingxiao Sect and out of the suppression range of Tiangong, the demonic chaos reappeared.
The entire Kunxu is shrouded in a hazy black mist, and there are wisps of filament-like demonic energy hidden in the black mist. If there is no attack from the possessed cultivator, if you are contaminated by these demonic auras, your mind will be confused for the first time. If you can't bear it, Then he will follow in the footsteps of cultivators who become possessed by demons.
The pervasive evil spirit forced the surviving cultivators to flee Kunxu. Guo Ying'er and Zhao Ning followed the crowd to the border of Yanzhou Cultivation World. Kunxu was surrounded by the ocean to the east, the insurmountable Qianren Mountains to the north, ordinary people to the west, and the common world to the south. The Yanzhou cultivation world has become the best choice for surviving cultivators.
However, for the first time, all the major immortal cities in Yanzhou's cultivation world were united. Strong men above the Golden Core guarded the borders. Experts in the foundation-building realm stood up one person every ten steps. Anyone who came from Kunxu would be killed.
"You came from Kunxu. Who knew you could carry demon seeds with you? If Kunxu dies, do you still want to drag Yanzhou into decline?!"
Swords are rising on the border, the demonic chaos has not stopped, and the cultivators are fighting again.
Some cultivators took advantage of the chaos and sneaked into the Yanzhou cultivation world, and some angry people became red-eyed.
Guo Ying'er and Zhao Ning were hiding in the dark. Guo Ying'er hesitated several times, "Are we still going there?"
Zhao Ning pursed her lips, grabbed Guo Ying'er's arm, stood up and pulled her back, away from the boundary where the weapons met.
"Go back... go back?"
"Go away from the world."
"However, ordinary spiritual power is thin and mixed. We cannot practice and can only waste our life."
"Survive first."
A year later, Zhao Ning and Guo Ying'er passed through the spirit mist forest, which is home to monsters. The spirit mist forest with countless space cracks was once extremely dangerous, but now it absorbs the spread of demonic energy, and the mundane world outside the spirit mist forest is still alive. Calm.
At that time, Zhao Ning and Guo Ying'er had reached the Great Perfection of Qi training and the seventh level of Qi training. There was no way back, so they could only move forward.
They went to Nanjing Kingdom, but before they could find a place where Zhong Lingyuxiu could practice, they came across a strange village. The village was quiet and covered with dust. When they walked in, they could feel countless peeping eyes.
Guo Ying'er's scalp was numb. After a sudden sound in the alley, she reflexively cast a spell to find out the owner who was peeping in the alley.
It was a young man as thin as a pole. He knelt on the ground. He raised his eyes in fear and looked at the aura still lingering on her fingertips. When he realized something, he was shocked and frightened, then turned to great joy.
"Gods?! Are you gods?! Great, the gods have descended to earth! The gods have come to save us!"
"Come out quickly, everyone, come out quickly, the gods are coming."
"He's saved, he won't turn into a zombie."
In an instant, many gray-headed and skinny villagers rushed out of the uninviting houses.
Zhao Ning and Guo Yinger looked at each other.
"Zombies?"
"Yes! There are a lot of zombies in the ravine, and they are all exuding black energy. If you get close, you will die!"
"The village next door has all turned into zombies, and most of the people in our village are gone."
"Gods, gods, please save us."
"If the zombies continue to rage, our village will be destroyed."
The villagers were all wailing.
Zhao Ning and Guo Ying'er asked where the zombies might hide during the day and went to a mountain bay called Jinpeng Mountain.
The steep mountain peaks completely covered up the sunlight. Even at noon, the mountain bay was as dark as night. As soon as you entered, you could detect the strong aura of death and resentment.
Soon, a figure jumped out. The bulging eyes and festering body were disgusting, but it also made them realize immediately that this was not a zombie, but a monster.
But should I say fortunate or unfortunate? This is not a monster formed by the erosion of the devil, but a walking corpse inspired by the devil's energy to pretend to be a corpse.
"Their souls are gone."
"Why does the ordinary world have demonic energy?"
In the midst of surprise, he heard another weird laugh from Jie Jie, "What is demonic energy! That is power, the endless power from the sky! Hahaha!"
The next moment, two big hands formed by the black mist swept them into the inner space of Jinpeng Mountain.
Zhao Ning and Guo Ying'er couldn't resist at all. The power of the spell caster was at least one level higher than theirs. They were taken into an underground palace and thrown to the ground. They walked around. The palace was decorated magnificently, and it didn't look like a large tomb. The underground palace in the underground palace, but the screams and murderous arrogance of countless resentful spirits outside the underground palace are even more difficult to ignore. In the center of the underground palace is an altar, with a huge coffin placed on it, bound by several wrist-thick black chains.
The caster showed his true appearance in the fog. He was a middle-aged man wearing a purple flame pattern robe.
"Purple Flame Sect." Guo Yinger recognized it instantly.
"Hey? This little girl is quite knowledgeable. Where does she come from in the world of cultivation?" He leaned over and stared at her with a smile on his hands.
Guo Ying'er subconsciously shrank towards Zhao Ning. Before she could answer, another strange voice appeared in the underground palace.
"Old Ghost Ziyang, what time is it now? You actually brought two Qi training periods into the Master's tomb."
This voice sounded familiar, and Guo Ying'er had already grasped Zhao Ning's arm tightly, as if she recognized it. She was restraining herself and couldn't help but hide her face behind Zhao Ning's back.
The owner of the voice landed in the underground palace with his hands behind his back. He looked ordinary and had a formidable aura. The fire spirit power gathered around him, and the temperature seemed to rise by several percent. He even had a suffocating feeling of being unable to breathe.
Jia Rui.
Zhao Ning recognized that the Qingxiao Sect's influential figure, Shanhuo Linggen, could draw Qi in one day, achieve great success in Qi training in three years, and build a small foundation in five years. He was a figure regarded as a genius by the Qingxiao Sect's master and elders.
"Haha. Master Haoyang has been banned for three thousand years. Once he is reborn, I should send you some congratulatory gifts to make the Master happy."
Jia Rui didn't bother to roll up his sleeves, "Master never bothered to do this. If we bump into him, just kill him."
Without even looking at the two of them, he walked towards the altar with his hands behind his back.
"Oh, that's a pity." The middle-aged man approached Zhao Ning with a look of regret, reaching out to touch Zhao Ning's cheek, but Zhao Ning avoided him. blood to welcome the Master back."
As he spoke, he closed his hands, and black mist appeared on the necks of Zhao Ning and Guo Ying'er, tightening with his movements, and the suffocation made them both feel that death was approaching.
At this moment, a thunder light burst out from Zhao Ning's body, and the black mist trembled and dissipated a little.
"what?!"
Zhao Ning took the opportunity to break the restraint technique and kicked out with her foot. Guo Ying'er also took advantage of the opportunity to break away, turned her hand and tapped the long sword, and stabbed straight into the opponent's abdomen.
It's a pity that the difference in realms only caused injuries to the flesh. The middle-aged man reacted, became furious, and cast a spell to arrest the two of them again.
"Walk!"
The two of them ran away, but Jia Rui, who was not involved, suddenly appeared at the door of the palace.
"Hey, this is not Miss Guo, Second Senior Brother Guo's good sister."
There was some hatred on Jia Rui's face. Zhao Ning had heard about the conflict between Jia Rui and Guo Congheng. One was fond of swords and aggressive, while the other was arrogant and self-proclaimed. They never got along in the sect.
"You've already come, why leave!"
As he said a spell, Zhao Ning and Guo Ying'er were both knocked back until they each hit an ice pillar.
The moment it was touched, the spiritual energy in the body quickly flowed away, following the chains tied to the pillars, all the way to the coffin at the other end.
They are borrowing the spiritual power of Zhao Ning and Guo Ying'er to awaken the people in the coffins.
Jia Rui and the middle-aged man laughed and approached the altar. Jia Rui turned his hands, and a golden mist that looked like a dragon or a cloud was lingering.
Zhao Ning struggled, knowing that the mist was the key to awakening the people in the coffins. Once activated, they would become sacrifices.
A faint blue thunder light glowed on his body, and in the sea of consciousness, the towering shape of the Thunder Soul Tree gathered strength and grew.
Until the golden mist flew towards the coffin, until the thunder was about to explode, a sudden cold light rushed into the underground palace, accompanied by a violent roar.
"How dare you, Shuzi!"
Jia Rui and the middle-aged man were shaken away, and the golden mist was frozen by the cold light.
I saw several cultivators in ice blue robes flying over the clouds.
"Ji Han Palace! Jin Dan Zhenren!"
The middle-aged man screamed, and looked at Jia Rui quickly, with a surprised question in his eyes - Has the plot of Jihan Palace and Master Xiaoyi to inherit the backlash of luck been exposed?
Jia Rui knew that this was the end of the matter. Jihan Palace would not let them go. Jin Dan showed up. This would be a fatal disaster. Damn it, it was only the last moment!
He gritted his teeth fiercely and missed it at the last moment. Ha, was it really so bad? !
The next moment, fire exploded around him, and 100% of his spiritual power came out, breaking through the ice and grabbing the golden mist. The coffin shook, and the people inside were about to wake up.
"Master Haoyang! Wake up!"
