Chapter 1, Section 9 of "Tianyunlu" contains -
"In the 3179th year of the Yunli calendar, a meteorite fell from the sky and fell into the southern territory. It was powerful for more than 700 people and destroyed three mountains. Will it be blessed for a century?"
More than a thousand years ago, it was because of this unexpected meteorite that the Tianyun Continent was filled with immortal energy, awakening or evolving many places rich in spiritual energy.
The world of cultivation, which had been in turmoil for a long time, was full of vitality again.
At that time, the demonic path was not yet rampant, and cultivation sects of all sizes were springing up again. Almost most of the monks were busy with the construction of their sects, and the resources were sufficient and there was no need to fight for them. Therefore, they rarely had wars.
There are no more fights among cultivators, and the thirteen countries on the continent live a very comfortable life. The weather is smooth, the soil is fertile, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. It is a scene of prosperity in the world.
Times make heroes, and in this brand-new Tianyun Continent, many of Heaven's proud men naturally emerged.
Some of them became the founders of a certain sect, some were greedy for quick cultivation and fell into the devil's way, and some indulged themselves in the world, leaving behind one popular fairy tale after another in the secular world.
Hua Dongliu is also the most dazzling among many geniuses. He has been gifted since he was a child and has excellent spiritual qualifications. He built a foundation at the age of twenty-seven and formed an elixir at the age of one hundred and three. This speed of cultivation is enviable to others.
However, this man has a handsome appearance, a free and easy nature, and is very popular with female cultivators. He has been in the world of cultivation for more than a hundred years, and has had an affair with nearly a hundred female cultivators. Everywhere he goes, he always attracts some infatuated women. He hunted her down with all his life, and he bore a debt of love that could never be repaid.
On the contrary, Tu Mo was short and ugly. Although he was not as talented and intelligent as Hua Dongliu, he relied on his unremitting efforts and the opportunity of cultivation. When he was more than one hundred and forty years old, Became a monk in the alchemy stage.
The two sides spanned several countries and were originally unrelated to each other. They met each other for unknown reasons. A few years later, when they reappeared in the field of cultivation, they were already close and good brothers.
The cultivation of the two of them during the pill forming stage was among the strongest in Tianyun Continent. They helped the strong and supported the weak, gave gifts and opportunities everywhere, and were famous in all directions. Countless monks have benefited, and their deeds are praised and praised throughout the mainland.
Because Hua Dongliu has a profound knowledge of the art of puppetry, he is called the Northern Puppet Talent by cultivators. Tu Mo, who is proficient in the Qimen Dunjia Formation, is praised as the Master of Southern Fantasy.
Later, they couldn't bear the loss of their secret skills and founded Tianji Villa, which would become famous in the world of cultivation in the future. Those who became their disciples and followed them were like crucian carp crossing the river. Only then did their names make a strong mark in "Tianyun Lu".
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"Then what?"
Chen Mo listened with rapt attention, and his longing expression ended only when Gu Yao fell silent.
"Later..." Gu Yao thought for a while and said: "Later, for some reason, the two of them cut off their sworn ties and never interacted with each other until they died. After they ran out of life and died, Tianji Villa became lonely and finally split internally. Disintegrated and disappeared into the long history of the world of cultivation."
"According to rumors, the founder of Fu Puppet Sect, one of the four sects of the Demonic Way, was the great elder of Tianji Villa..."
After listening to the secrets from thousands of years ago, Chen Mo sighed with emotion. There really is no eternal sect in the world, and it will decline no matter what.
"If the legend is true, this place should be Hua Dongliu's mausoleum. According to rumors, he has a wooden crystal puppet in the pill formation stage that is no different from a living person. It must be the hanging coffin that Qingqiu Fox must win... ."
Chen Mo's gaze returned to the endless puppet pit array in front of him, and he said seriously: "Let's escape from here first. Even if there is an inheritance or something, we don't have time to get it."
Gu Yao nodded and said: "Junior brother is right. You and I should act separately. First, we should look for the traces left by our predecessors, and then we can fly forward."
The two did what they said, and after some investigation, they actually found a puppet pit with the footprints of the monks who stopped here.
The scope of this puppet pit is very small, only a few feet square.
The wooden puppets inside were very special. They looked like flying birds. Their wings were made of wooden boards and painted bright red. Chen Mo tried to break them open. With his cultivation at the peak of Qi refining, they were even within an inch of each other. Can't even lift it up.
"This is a square formation. There are seven flying bird puppets missing, and there are still thirteen left." Gu Yao jumped up high and said to Chen Mo after taking a look at the whole picture.
Chen Mo touched the belly of the flying bird puppet, and there was a circular depression there. He asked doubtfully: "Is this the spar placed by the puppet?"
With this thought, Chen Mo took out a low-grade spiritual stone and forced it into the deep groove of the puppet, but there was no reaction.
"Let me try."
Gu Yao took out two inconspicuous gray stones from his storage bag, patted them with his hand and embedded them inside.
Chen Mo looked carefully and saw that the stones Gu Yao put in looked no different from the pebbles near the stream.
But the next moment, a surprising scene appeared!
The eyes of the two bird puppets suddenly flashed with green light. Their wings suddenly flapped, and they slowly circled up from the puppet pit, flapping their afterimages and flying in mid-air.
Chen Mo was shocked: "Brother, what did you use for them?!"
"The one in the female cultivator's pocket, I just wanted to give it a try, but I didn't expect it to actually work!" Gu Yao also looked extremely surprised, which made Chen Mo believe it.
After all, Gu Liqin and Guo Ying were dead, and he couldn't confront a dead person.
"Walk!!"
Without hesitation, the two of them each stepped onto a flying bird puppet. Chen Mo kicked its abdomen with both legs, and the bird flew forward quickly according to his wishes.
Moreover, the speed of the flying bird puppets is obviously not slow, comparable to their escape speed when flying at full strength at this time.
One thousand...Two thousand...
Chen Mo and Gu Yao plundered the mausoleum. The Great Wall of puppet pits seemed to have no end. In just one stick of incense flight time, they saw nearly 10,000 puppets buried with them! !
"No!! Here...how can there be 10,000 puppets here?!"
Chen Mo looked at the endless puppet passage ahead again. Cold sweat flowed from his forehead. He had just left the tiger's den and entered the wolf's mouth. Was there another phantom formation here?
Gu Yao also discovered an anomaly. The cultivation level of the puppets was not high, but to assemble so many puppets, at least all the low-level resources of several countries were needed. Hua Dongliu was only in the realm of fake infants until his death. How could it be possible? It can be done!
"——Whoosh!"
When Gu Yao raised his hand, a ray of gray lightning hit the puppet dozens of feet below him. It was hit from the front. The puppet's face was scorched black, and it was no different from being damaged.
"Keep flying!"
Gu Yao's face was as ugly as Chen Mo's. The two of them were now riding a tiger and had no choice but to rush forward.
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