In the cave of the Yan clan's ancestral land, Shan stared blankly at the black magic lamp that fell into his hand. He was about to ask, but suddenly there was a slight pain in his chest, and a little blood poured out and suddenly fell on the magic lamp.
"Blood is the guide, faith is the pull, humanity is of the same mind, destiny is connected, and the body is the foundation to carry the path. Pardon!"
Yan's clear voice sounded in the cave, and the spiritual light kept flashing, forming a series of divine taboos, making the mountain and the magic lamp connected and integrated.
As Yan's words fell, Yan's luck, which had suddenly fluctuated due to the incident with the magic lamp totem, began to slowly calm down. However, without the suppression of the divine flame of merit, his luck was slightly looser and more chaotic than before, and it was lost faster. Quite a few.
However, Yan did not take it seriously. On the one hand, the situation is not very serious and within the acceptable range.
On the other hand, the Yan clan, as a large human clan, has accumulated a lot of knowledge over the years. Things related to the foundation of the tribe and the destiny of the Ding tribe are not just totems and magic lamps.
Others, such as temples of ghosts and gods, ancestral mountains and rivers, various humane inheritance tokens, and even the immortals and gods of the Yan clan, all represent the suppression of the fate of some tribes.
Therefore, although the totems and magic lamps have a huge impact on Youyan's belief in luck, after Shan Shan took on most of the burden with his own body as the leader of the clan, the remaining impact can be solved and made up for through other ways.
However, at this time, Shan, who was carrying the burden with his body, was having a very difficult time.
The power of humanity lies in the unity of the people and the gathering of people. When the unity of the people is strong, it can shake the heaven and the earth, and it is not inferior to the power of immortals and gods.
However, cultivating humanity requires the unity of all people, and it is difficult to stay silent for a long time. It is also bound by the wishes of many people. Under the constraints of cause and effect, it is rare to be pure, and the hope of immortality and transcendence is extremely slim.
Even if one's own foundation and strength are insufficient, too much humane luck is added to the body, and the virtue is not matched, the power of humanity will in turn suppress one's own practice.
In serious cases, human beings may even be used to act as heavenly beings, completely cutting off the influence of heavenly beings. Dao will not reveal its ideas, and thus the immortals and gods will be covered in dust, and the extraordinary will no longer exist.
Now, that's the case with Mt.
When Yan's divine restraint fell, part of the fate that should have been suppressed by the magic lamp and totem suddenly transferred to the mountain, heavy pressure came on him, and the color of the world changed.
In the feeling of the mountain, the sky and the earth really changed color at this moment. As if Mount Tai was pressing down on him, his whole body suddenly sank, his heartbeat began to intensify, his breathing became rapid, his soul was no longer active, and his sense of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth became increasingly obscure.
"Brother! I...my spiritual cultivation has been blocked."
Shan Mantou shouted, his face was red, his eyes were full of anxiety and panic, his body was slightly hunched, and he trembled uneasily towards Yan.
A flash of light flashed in Yan's eyes. He did not expect such a situation to occur. He was worried and immediately checked Qishan's situation.
"Don't worry, it's just that your cultivation is banned and you can't practice for the time being. When the magic lamp gradually recovers in the future, your pressure will become less and less, and the ban will naturally become weaker and weaker until it is fully restored."
After Yan stared at Shan and looked at it carefully, he roughly understood the reason in his heart. He put down his worries, looked at Shan with a different look in his eyes, and then comforted him calmly.
"Brother, how long will it take for this magic lamp to be restored? When will my cultivation be lifted?" After hearing Yan's words, Shan was relieved and asked hurriedly.
Yan Wenyan's eyes paused for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he said: "I can't say the specifics. But I can guarantee that the worst will not exceed two hundred years."
"Two hundred years?" After hearing Yan's words, Shan couldn't help but scream, his expression changed, and finally he squeezed out a strong bitterness, looked up at Yan and prayed:
"Brother, is there any other way? If this really takes two hundred years, my path will really be cut off."
Yan glanced at Shan and said calmly: "There is a way. But you have to be prepared to endure hardship. I'm afraid it will be difficult to be as relaxed as you are now."
Although Shan Ping was greedy for power and lust and was not very interested in spiritual practice, as Yan's younger brother, all his blood relatives were able to transcend. Deep down, he was still very proud and very confident in his own path.
He knew very well in his heart that with the support of blood relatives such as Yan, it was only a matter of time for him to achieve the immortal status which was extremely difficult for others.
It is precisely with this understanding and confidence that he can indulge his desires wantonly and pay no attention to spiritual practice, because turning back is the only way out.
But now, faced with the danger that the road may be cut off, no matter how scattered the mountains are, we have to take it seriously. So after listening to Yan's words, he immediately nodded and said, "I'm not afraid of hardship!"
"I hope so!" Yan nodded noncommittally, and then explained: "In the past, we had the Yan clan branching out from here to the ancient world, and the Yan clan's civilization was passed down from generation to generation. The tribes were scattered but not scattered, and their luck has been so long.
Now, hundreds of years have passed, this time you can hold the magic lamp, travel to various tribes, feed the magic lamp with the sparks of tribal culture, and gather the smoke and energy of the people from all tribes to warm and nourish it to restore the spirituality of the magic lamp. "
Although Shan had agreed happily just now, after hearing Yan's words, he looked embarrassed, pursed his lips, and said bitterly: "Brother, my cultivation is imprisoned now, and I can only walk with my legs. When will I be able to walk?" To complete the task?"
Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at Shan lightly, and said slowly: "I have thought of a way for you. As for whether you do it or not, it's up to you."
Shan's eyes rolled around, and an idea came to his mind, and he said to Yan again: "Brother, you see there are countless dangers in the wilderness, and my cultivation is banned. Can you find some helpers to protect my safety along the way?"
Yan Wenyan took a deep look at Shan, waved his hand, and said expressionlessly: "That's your own business. Go ahead! I still have some things to do."
"Brother, I'll leave first." Shan finally had a satisfied smile on his face, and the heavy burden on his body seemed to be relieved a lot.
After greeting Yan, he immediately turned around with heavy steps to find a suitable helper.
"Song, Shan will look for helpers who are traveling later. You tell the tribe members that the tribe's strength is empty during this period. If the tribe leader is out, others should not go out again."
Watching Shan's leaving figure, Yan directly sent a message from his mind to inform Song that he would completely stop Shan's thoughts and sharpen his temperament.
After explaining the matter about the mountain to Song, Yan ignored the follow-up of the matter, turned around and left the cave, and came to the tribe's ancestral temple.
Standing in the temple, looking at the statue that looked exactly like him in front of him, Yan opened his mouth slightly, and a ball of black and yellow divine fire spurted out, falling into the statue, becoming one with the divinity, nourishing and strengthening each other.
Although the method of incarnation outside the body is temporarily incomplete, Yan has already begun to warm up the divine flame of merit in advance to prepare for the future.
After arranging the Divine Flame of Merit, Yan raised his hand lightly, and the Samsara Judge Pen jumped out of the air and landed in the right hand of the statue. Immediately, Youyan's luck, which had been slightly turbulent just now, completely stabilized.
However, Yan temporarily used this innate spiritual treasure to suppress the tribe's luck to ensure that it would not affect the continued development of the Yan clan before the magic lamp was restored.
Seeing that Yan's luck was completely restored, Yan nodded with satisfaction, a calm smile appeared on his face, and he turned and left with brisk steps.
As Yan left, the ancestral temple had just returned to calm, when a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air.
I haven’t had a shot for a cold in years. I got two shots today.
