There is an abyss filled with black fog.
This black mist was filled with intense resentment. The ground was muddy all the way and full of water. The stench is disgusting.
There were footsteps in this area of the world. This was not one footsteps, but eighty-four.
In addition to these footsteps, there were also miserable cries.
There are more than sixty monks walking in this abyss. As everyone continued to move forward, the crying sound became increasingly clear.
There is rain falling in the sky, not droplets, but yellow paper like dancing butterflies and maple leaves.
When the yellow paper fell all over the sky, the cries disappeared.
But after every hundred steps, the crying starts again, and the yellow paper falls again, and the crying fades away.
These more than sixty monks all have extremely powerful auras.
They are all strong in the second step! Six of them had even more astonishing auras, especially the two middle-aged men among the first three, whose auras were as majestic as a cosmic universe.
This is the power of destruction! They are some of the most powerful men in Cangyuntian.
One is wearing a nine-color red robe, and the other is wearing gray clothes with gray hair.
One of these two people is the oldest ancestor of the three ancient immortal sects, Yan Zun. One of them is the ancestor of Tianlin Xu family, Taoist Wen Zhen.
This group of people is composed of the Tianlin Xu family, the powerful men under the command of Taoist Master Lingbao, and the genius of the Immortal Fire Palace, Gong Tao.
Xu Shanfei followed Gong Tao and whispered: "Cousin, this place looks like a place of death. Why is there such a place in the Canghai Mirror and the Ancient Immortal Courtyard?"
The ancient fairy court was a place longed for by practitioners in ancient times. It's for fairyland.
No matter how you look at it, this place is a hell opposite to fairyland.
There are countless bones buried under this muddy ground, otherwise there would not be such cries of innocent souls.
Taoist Master Lingbao walked at the front, waving his arms constantly.
With every wave, a large piece of yellow paper flew down, and when it hit the ground, it burned instantly, along with the piece of muddy water.
This is not an ordinary yellow paper, but a Buddhist evil-suppressing talisman. Each piece is extremely precious and requires a Buddhist monk to warm it up day and night for hundreds of thousands of years before it can be formed into one piece.
I am afraid that more than 100,000 of them have been scattered along the way. Even if they use up the entire Buddhist sect, they may not be able to produce such a large quantity in a short period of time.
At this time, only Taoist Master Lingbao could be so generous.
This is not a mysterious weapon, but a talisman. Therefore, one copy can be copied by many, but there are also thousands of copies prepared.
If you only rely on one piece at a time, it will take a lot more time.
These Buddhist holy symbols were naturally produced by Yan Zun. Therefore, Taoist Master Lingbao doesn’t feel bad if he uses it.
"Don't make any noise!" Taoist Master Lingbao said softly after scattering hundreds of talismans.
The cries of these innocent souls were very soft and did not pose any danger to them, but there was a reason to be careful every step of the way.
"There once was a great battle here. Thousands of immortal soldiers and generals were buried here, and an ancient evil beast was sealed. If it were disturbed, although our entire army would not be destroyed, except for me, Yan Zun, and Ling Zun, Baodao Zun, all of you will stay here." The gray-haired man frowned slightly and spoke through the voice.
"Your Majesty Wen Zhen..." Upon hearing this, Xu Shanfei's expression suddenly changed and he quickly shut up.
"Let's go, we will reach Beitianmen in a short time." Yan Zun looked at Lingbao Dao Zun and gestured to speak.
Taoist Master Lingbao nodded and continued walking, but suddenly his brows furrowed slightly.
He turned around and saw Taoist Wen Zhen and Yan Zun stopping their steps and standing there quietly.
"Fellow Taoist Wenzhen..." Yan Zun frowned again and again, his face becoming a little ugly.
"That's right, this is the breath of Taoism..." The gray-haired man's eyes were slightly focused, a little solemn.
"Dao Ming... is the art of destiny. Even I can only scratch the surface... Could it be that there are powerful powers of destruction from other heavens coming?"
"It's just that... I have come into contact with the great powers of destruction in several other directions. There are only three people who are slightly better than me, but the auras of these three are different from this one." Yan Zun He frowned and frowned, and it took a long time before he spoke again.
"Things in the world are unpredictable. Now a strong man who masters the art of destiny has entered the Canghai Mirror. I'm afraid it will be detrimental to our plans, so we must speed up!" Yan Zun said in a deep voice.
"Dao Ming?" Taoist Master Lingbao was stunned and a little confused when he heard this.
Although Lingbao Dao Zun is said to be powerful enough to compete with the mighty masters of the realm of destruction, his realm has not reached the level of Yan Zun and Wenzhen Dao Zun. So I don’t know what this destiny is.
The art of Tao Ming is superior to any magical power. There is destiny in the Tao, and destiny contains the Tao, which is destiny.
To hold the destiny of the Tao is to be qualified to step into the destiny of heaven and become a taboo in the world.
On the other side of the world, in the jade room of Qionglou, a man in white is holding a bundle of bamboo scrolls.
"Xiaoyi has a jade seal gifted by me in her hand, although she is separated from her. But with that jade seal in her body, there is no way to take the second step. In the second step, as long as the monk Xuanzhao takes action, the jade seal will fight back. With such power, no matter whether he is a genius or not, he can kill anyone."
"But I didn't expect that I could capture a wisp of mysterious energy. This is Xiaoyi's aura. It seems that she encountered great fortune, which made the fire spirit bead completely integrate into her body, making her enter the mysterious world."
"I can catch her breath, which means she is not far away from me."
"It's just that this breath of life seems to be beside Xiaoyi. I wonder who it is?"
The man in white put down the bamboo book in his hand, his eyebrows slightly raised with a hint of smile.
"It's interesting. I didn't expect to meet the person who holds the destiny. I don't know what state he is in. If he is also Xuan Zhao, he can be defeated with a hundred moves without using this sword."
The man chuckled and reached out to hold the hilt of the sword at his waist. His face was filled with joy, but his heart was filled with a strong desire to fight.
.......
Suddenly the wind came early, and this wind blew away the red fire in the sky, and also blew away the white-clothed figures. Blowing away the bright moon.
The starry night is fading, and the day is coming again.
I have a dream, but I never wake up from the dream. But after all, it is a dream, and a dream is the moment when you wake up.
Chu Cheng shook hands, but his outstanding grace was no longer there.
At this time, the sky returned to white, but in Chu Cheng's eyes, it was dim.
He knew that the previous figure never appeared, only his emotional barrier appeared.
"The Canghai Jingxin Wall has dissipated, but it remains in Lin'er's painting. Although it is not the real thing, it still leaves behind hundreds of rules and true ways to complete the true way of fire. It is possible to enter the Mysterious Realm within half a year."
"Heaven is not old, love is hard to die. There is hope for a longer life, which means that within a thousand years, there is hope that I can enter the underworld, find the other side, and be resurrected."
"At that time, it won't matter what kind of cultivation you have. As long as you hold hands with her for the rest of your life, this place will be beautiful."
At this moment, Chu Cheng felt fighting spirit ignited in his heart. Just because he saw hope.
