Old Man Tianji, the best friend of the Immortal Martial Supreme 30,000 years ago.
He is also the last strong person in the inner world to train an array mage into a ninth-level array mage.
His commentary on the secrets of formations basically covers the mysteries of all formations from ancient times to the present.
It is rumored that as long as one can understand one-tenth of the tenth of the explanations of the secrets of formations written by him, one can basically be regarded as an invincible existence among the formation masters of the same generation. In other words, such a strong man who suppressed an era, under the influence of his good friend Immortal After Wu Zhizun's death, his whereabouts were unknown.
Qin Changsheng woke up from his epiphany, and he also knew that being deep in the rain forest and surrounded by dangers was not the time to sink his mind and comprehend the profound explanations of the formation left by Old Man Tianji.
As for Old Man Tianji, this old man whom he had not met for more than a quarter of an hour, taught him the mysteries of the formations that he had written throughout his life, and he also worshiped him as his teacher. Although he did not have the kindness to solve my doubts, Old Man Tianji had a good impression of him. The grace of preaching.
This Master must be kept in mind no matter what.
returning a Favour many times more. This kind of behavior has always been Qin Changsheng's style, so he can't repay his kindness now, but he still needs to be grateful to Old Man Tianji. All he can do now is to prevent Old Man Tianji from letting him go along the way of the formation. Annotations on the mysteries of the formation are covered in dust.
"Now that the maze here has been completely cracked, it's time to rush to the entrance to the tomb of Supreme Xianwu. Unexpectedly, this maze that has existed for tens of thousands of years is actually the inheritance test of Master Tianji."
Qin Changsheng murmured to himself. Even a being as powerful as the Master cannot escape the end of the era and his fall. Only by becoming stronger and breaking the last shackles can we get a glimpse of the vitality of the way of heaven.
Thinking of this, Qin Changsheng took the big yellow dog with him, golden ripples appeared on his feet, and then rose into the sky towards the entrance of the tomb of Supreme Xianwu.
All the ferocious beasts in the rain forest were directly angered by the sudden momentum. Countless ferocious beasts roared violently, and countless firelights bombarded Qin Changsheng.
Qin Changsheng used his fighting consciousness to easily avoid the attacks of these ferocious beasts, and looked up to the sky laughing. In his opinion, a real man should be able to come and go freely between life and death, and a real man should be like this.
This move frightened the shabby big yellow dog who was following him, and he was even more curious about what kind of opportunity Qin Changsheng got that gave birth to such heroic spirit.
In the end, with the blessing of Qin Changsheng's nine-character secret technique "Walker without Borders", the ferocious beasts exuding violent aura helplessly watched Qin Changsheng go away above their heads with blood-red eyes.
Approaching the entrance to the tomb of Supreme Xianwu, Qin Changsheng felt a strange aura floating around. It makes people feel fearful and trembling in their souls.
"There are a large number of ghosts and ghosts here. They are all purified from the resentful spirits, but the biggest difference from the resentful spirits is that they already have their own thoughts and know how to improve their strength."
The shameless big yellow dog twitched his nose, and then said to Qin Changsheng warily.
"Are they ghosts or ghosts?"
Qin Changsheng's whole body was exuding invisible evil aura, and the Yanyang Sword in his hand erupted with a strong pure Yang sword aura. The power of Zhiyang itself is specifically designed to restrain these Yin and evil things. Although it has transformed from a resentful spirit into Yin soldiers, ghosts and gods, it is still Yin and evil in its bones. This cannot be changed no matter how many times it transforms.
"Although your Pure Yang Sword Qi restrains them, there are still too many of them, and those who can transform into ghosts and gods are at least fifth level. That is, the realm of the Great Sage."
The shameless big yellow dog reminded that there are many Yin soldiers, ghosts and gods here, and they are all at the saint stage among humans at the lowest level. The most troublesome thing is that they don't know whether there are seventh-level and eighth-level existences among them.
Qin Changsheng nodded. Although he could kill the powerful ones in the realm of the Great Sage, when he encountered those in the realm of the Holy Saint, he expanded the power of time and could barely fight. But if there were countless saints and great saints behind him, If the ghosts and gods in this stage harass you, it will be extremely troublesome after all.
Qin Changsheng restrained his own breath, circulated the power of the lunar calendar in his body, and wrapped the power of the lunar calendar around his body, thus hiding his own breath. After all, this place was basically filled with yin soldiers, ghosts and gods, and sanity was born.
For the sudden intrusion of humans, I am afraid that they will rely on the aura of humans to lock them in immediately. After using the power of Taiyin, the breath from all over the body was perfectly integrated here.
As long as you are careful not to be seen by Yin soldiers, ghosts and gods, then as long as you don't encounter existences above the seventh level, it is impossible to discover yourself.
One person and one dog, relying on Qin Changsheng's powerful spiritual consciousness, slowly walked towards the entrance of the tomb of the Supreme Xianwu without any danger. During this period, although some fifth- and sixth-level Yin soldiers were also disturbed. Ghosts and gods were all directly killed by Qin Changsheng with a sword, and then left quickly.
After almost entering the entrance of the tomb of Supreme Xianwu, Qin Changsheng felt like he was being pulled directly into the tomb of Supreme Xianwu by a magical force. ,
Qin Changsheng felt that the surroundings calmed down, and the dazzling light disappeared. After opening his eyes, the scene around him made Qin Changsheng feel in a trance.
The ground is covered with green grass, fragrant flowers, and tall snow maple trees are scattered on the ground. As far as the eye can see, there is no limit to the distance.
The green branches and leaves of the snow maple tree are lush and green, swaying gently with the breeze, as if recalling the past glory of Xianwu Supreme. The snow-white petals are white and flawless, slowly floating in the air like snowflakes. These are the tears of the body-training monks in the inner world. It seems that he really mourns the death of Xianwu Supreme.
The fairy spirit here is dense, the holy light spreads over every corner of this land, and the fairy music echoes in the entire blue sky.
Qin Changsheng couldn't imagine that a cemetery could be like a fairyland. It felt more like the fairyland of Yaochi than the cemetery where the Supreme Immortal Martial Lord fell.
"This is really very different from the outside world. Only the Immortal Martial Supreme who suppressed an era 30,000 years ago can be so grand."
Qin Changsheng bowed slightly to the cemetery. He has always respected the strong. What's more, the Xianwu Supreme was close friends with his master Tianji, and the purpose of his coming here was to Came to find the skills of the Supreme Immortal Martial Arts.
Therefore, Qin Changsheng felt that the bow he had just made was a matter of course, and the Supreme Immortal Martial Arts deserved it.
"Although this is a fairyland on earth, this should not be the main tomb of the Immortal Martial Supreme. It should just be a reflection of the place where his cave was."
Qin Changsheng looked at the useless big yellow dog and said.
