Time flies like an arrow, and the half-moon scene flies by in the blink of an eye.
During this period, in addition to staying in the restaurant to practice physical exercises, everyone also visited the city lord of Tianchi City, Yu Jiang.
To Yu Jiang, Yiran was not only a young man worthy of his friendship, but also someone who had solved a huge problem for him before.
So since Yiran didn't go looking for him, he could only look for Yiran.
However, the two did not communicate too much. After less than half an hour of conversation, the city lord Yu Jiang left.
But no one knew what they were talking about.
However, on the sixteenth day, a sudden change occurred. All the practitioners who saw the scene of the saint's death, regardless of whether they were resting, practicing or something else, all stood up at the same time.
There was a look of horror in their eyes.
No matter how many times I have witnessed the scene of the saint's death, it will never be less touching.
And after a brief period of shock, they saw something new, which inevitably made a look of greed appear in their eyes.
After the saint fell to the earth, his bones turned into mountains and earth, his flesh turned into trees and spiritual plants, and his blood turned into waterways and rivers.
It is not difficult to see from the dense aura emanating from everything that there are treasures everywhere.
Every sand and stone is a rare treasure, every grass and tree is a rare treasure.
As for those waterways and rivers that look like stars, every drop of them may be a rare magical material in the world.
Saints have been rare in ancient times, and no one in the world has witnessed the power of saints with their own eyes.
Fear because of the unknown, desire because of the power.
Faced with such temptation, almost everyone had the same idea in their mind.
I must find it first and seize the most resources!
In fact, many people have never thought about whether their own strength can stand out among thousands of competitors.
I just thought that since I saw that scene, the opportunity should belong to me.
The first person to wake up from the panic and surprise was Tang Mei. She was the weakest in cultivation and saw the least.
She had just woken up and was about to cry out in shock. She was really eager to share everything she saw with everyone.
But soon her mouth was covered by someone. That person was of course Song Yulong. His index finger stood up between his lips and made a silencing gesture.
Then he pointed to Yi Ran. It turned out that she was the first to wake up.
But they didn't wait long before Mo Xiangyi and Li Jin'er woke up one after another. They looked at each other and then turned to look at Tang Mei.
The three people, who were covered in sweat, did not speak in the end, but quietly waited for Yiran to wake up.
Those who can practice physical training are only martial arts cultivators and those who practice magic and martial arts. Not to mention how many people who are dual cultivators of magic and martial arts in the world, and how far they can go on both paths at the same time.
Yiran has absolute confidence that his mental strength will not be weaker than anyone else's.
Of course, except for the emperor!
So Yiran saw a lot of things in this vision. He saw that the powerful man above the gods actually had a rusty sword stuck in his chest.
And when Yi Ran looked up at the sky, there was even more endless pressure coming from outside.
A loud shout rang in Yiran's ears.
"Where do these ants dare to spy on the secrets of heaven!"
The terrifying power crossed the long river of time and hit Yiran's sea of consciousness. Yiran's already illusory figure was constantly swaying and might break at any time.
Yiran's consciousness suddenly became blurred.
This is an illusion constructed by the dying saint through unknown means, and it is an extremely fragile existence.
But Yi Ran, who was unable to feel his own body and couldn't use any of his true energy or consciousness, was more like a rootless duckweed that was about to be wiped out by the pressure from the air at any time.
However, at this moment, little golden lights appeared in Yiran's sea of consciousness. Feeling the return of power, Yiran subconsciously took a step forward and looked directly at the sea of clouds.
But at this moment, the scene in front of Yiran's eyes was changing in an instant, and he was pulled back to the earth uncontrollably.
Yi Ran recalled the scene he had seen before with some horror, and was a little confused as to why such a tragic fight broke out between the same clan. That was a saint, who could almost overwhelm the existence of an era, but what puzzled Yi Ran even more was that since the human race had so many saints, why didn't they push the World of Warcraft Forest through, instead allowing the disaster of Warcraft to be a catastrophe for the rest of the world!
While Yiran was horrified, the man on the clouds also frowned and said with a hint of doubt:
"That guy is not from our time, he comes from the lower reaches of the river of time!"
Another person with extraordinary bearing said:
"It's a pity that I didn't ask him whether his era was better than ours."
But that extremely calm tone revealed endless confidence.
Obviously, in his heart, the era when he is in charge will be the best era.
As Yiran's aura disappeared, several figures in the clouds also dispersed...
Yiran, who was standing on the land, looked at the powerful man in the transformation stage who had no breath, and there was a puzzled look in his eyes.
Because Yiran felt a familiar aura on him.
Yi Ran didn't have to wait long when suddenly a spiritual light came out from the corpse of the powerful man in the transformation stage.
That is - Nascent Soul!
It's just that the extremely damaged Nascent Soul is eroded by terrifying elemental power.
The originally dim light continued to turn into silver and dissipated under the erosion of the power of the elements.
The illusive figure looked at Yiran's position, and it seemed that he could see Yiran's existence across the river of time, but he turned around without saying anything.
Yiran raised his head with difficulty, looked at the empty sky, and said silently to himself:
"Can saints not tolerate Huashen? Or is this person doing something that has caused public outrage?"
Yi Ran knew very well that what the person caused public outrage meant was not necessarily a mistake but rather a violation of the interests of the majority of people.
He may have an idea of his own and be working towards that idea, but no one understands him and treats him as an alien.
So he was besieged by many strong men and finally fell here.
This is a very common thing, and it happens all the time in the world, but when it happens to the most powerful people like the Saint and the Huashen monk.
Then it can no longer be considered ordinary.
Just when Yiran was thinking a lot, the Nascent Soul that was about to disappear began to move.
It was obviously just an illusory body, but it made Yiran feel like her clothes were fluttering.
With a wave of his hand, his body scattered in all directions.
The corpse, which remained alive even after death, began to turn its muscles and bones into mountains, its flesh into spiritual plants, and its blood into rivers.
"Do you understand?"
The long voice came out of the mouth of the illusory figure, as if he was mumbling to himself, or talking to someone.
Who else could listen to him but Yi Ran!
Yi Ran frowned, not understanding why this person was talking to himself who was accidentally involved in this place after an unknown number of years, let alone why this person was demonstrating to himself how he created this world.
But while Yiran was hesitating, the shadow shook his head again and said to himself:
"I have planned for thousands of years, and calculated that after ten thousand years, someone will embark on the same path as me."
"So I hope that ten thousand years from now, in that era when saints are extinct, you can surpass me and find the path that can truly save this world."
"But I seem to have made a miscalculation. You are not the person I want to wait for, and I can no longer wait to reappear in this world."
After saying that, the body of the Nascent Soul was completely shattered by the power of the elements, turning into a stream of light and shooting towards the ground beneath his feet.
Yi Ran suddenly realized that there was Tianchi Prison!
The last bit of spiritual light that had not dissipated hid in the world he created, and Yiran asked himself again:
"Since you're not dead, why don't you finish those things yourself?"
But after thinking about it, Yi Ran understood.
Under the kind of injuries caused by people in the same situation, no one can survive.
So his last flash of aura was the shadow outside Tianchi Prison.
It's just that the phantom didn't know that its real life had been completely dead until it had its own consciousness!
It wanted to go out, so it created some inherited light pillar and created a technique that was unparalleled in the world.
Those monks who have inherited and understood the skills are all young geniuses who have been spotted by it for their talents and are waiting for the opportunity to seize their bodies!
Yiran suddenly thought of a lot, and most of them were beyond his expectations.
It was completely unimaginable to him that a monk in the transformation stage who had such great ambitions and had such extraordinary back-up skills could possess his own thoughts and become such a wicked person.
And the small world he used to cultivate talented children also turned into a prison that could be entered but could not be exited at some point.
"Am I the one you want to wait for?"
Yiran asked himself a little uncertainly, then his eyes suddenly became firm and he said:
"That's me!"
The scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, and Yiran's thoughts were instantly pulled back to the restaurant.
Everyone looked at Yiran with excitement, because they understood that the longer they could stay in the illusion, the more things they could see.
So Yiran, who stayed almost twice as long as Mo Xiangyi, definitely saw something that no one else had seen.
After thinking for a long time, Yiran finally said:
"Everyone has seen the scene of the saint's fall."
"But you probably haven't seen that the place where the saint fell is actually here."
"It's just that after too long, those saints' blessings have been plundered by generations of practitioners. In fact, the only thing left is the Tianchi Secret Realm."
Of course Yi Ran would not tell all the secrets.
The saint's bones were scattered throughout the world. After a long period of cleansing, many of them were found.
But there are still many left in the world, such as those Jedi in the Wind and Fire Principality.
It was all the invisible broken bones in that person's body, the vitality and power contained in the broken bones, that created that Fang Fang Jedi.
If this becomes known, I am afraid that all the principalities south of the Holy Law Empire will suffer a massive looting.
After all, they were the broken bones of a saint, and even though tens of thousands of years had passed, the vitality in them was almost invisible.
But for those blind people, the really good things are only those things that can fall into their pockets, no matter how heavy they are.
Everyone looked at Yiran in disbelief.
They all believed in Yiran and had no idea that Yiran would deceive them.
So Song Yulong stood up, waved his hand and said:
"You can encounter the legacy of a saint when you meet him. After all, you have witnessed the scene of the saint's fall, and you have also obtained a body-training technique. This trip has been well worth it."
"Just a little bit, it hurt Feng Yin and I's hearts!"
Tang Fengyin nodded sharply, but there was no trace of disappointment on his face.
I saw him taking out a few jars of wine from the space ring and saying nonchalantly:
"It's the happiest thing when brothers can sit and drink together."
"As for the legacy of Saint Lao Shizi, get the hell out of it!"
After speaking, Tang Fengyin threw a bottle of wine directly to Yiran and continued:
"Even though you said that, you still chilled the hearts of my brothers after all."
Li Jin'er, Mo Xiangyi and Tang Fengyin were not familiar with each other, and they frowned after hearing his words.
But at the next moment, Tang Fengyin continued:
"So for this drink, should you show off? At least you have to get drunk before us, right?"
These two people are life-and-death friends and are as close as brothers, so how could there be any estrangement caused by some so-called chance!
Yiran opened the mud seal, smelled the aroma of wine in the room, squinted and said:
"Just this kind of wine can't get me drunk!"
For a moment, everyone burst out laughing, with warm sympathy in their eyes.
But just when Zhao Xiaofeng came back with the appetizers, Yi Ran said mysteriously:
"It is indeed difficult to find opportunities outside, but have you ever thought about it inside?"
For a moment everyone was stunned again.
What's inside?
That was of course the secret realm of Tianchi, the prison where they were almost buried!
