The "Scroll of Creation" caves in the heaven and the blessed land. A single tree supports the heaven and the earth, and it already has the momentum of a towering fortune tree. Li Yihe bent his arms and pillowed on it, breathing vaguely and not waking up. Life is like a surging river, blocked by an unbreakable dam and unable to escape. Wei Shiqi watched intently for a long time, sighed softly, put away the scroll and put it aside. "Qingling Qi" is the opportunity for the birth of the Miluo Town Divine Seal, but it is not enough. It is still far away to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly. Waiting for the opportunity, before that, I'm afraid Li Yihe won't wake up.
The melon will be ripe and the stem will fall, and the water will fall into place. There is no other way but to wait patiently.
All the affairs of the "Eighteen Pans" were handed over to Xuanyuan Qing. He would not be disturbed unless it was urgent. Wei Qiqi could not leave the seclusion and began to hone a method to prepare for his trip to the "Psychic Palace" hundreds of years later. prepare for. After several battles with the Great Elder of the Holy Spirit, he realized that the Divine Realm of Blood and Energy was still not enough to rely on. This was not because the Law of Blood and Air was not strong enough. The Law of Blood and Air was the fundamental law of the abyss. Only by allowing it to engulf a realm and circulate without hesitation could it unleash its aggressive power. The supreme power of fire, imprisoned in the body and contrary to the nature of blood, seems to be inferior to the Lord of the Abyss who controls a set of laws.
The law of blood and energy must not encroach on the spiritual realm and become the fundamental law of this world. It is a feasible strategy to retreat to the second best and derive secondary laws to replace it. Wei Shiqi was most deeply immersed in the law of thunder and lightning. The battle to kill Ming Rakshasa also proved that the power of thunder and lightning is indestructible, even above the half-hearted law of blood and energy.
He considered it again and again, no longer completing the Blood Qi God Realm, but pulling the thread of the law and concentrating on deducing the various changes in the thunder pattern. Deep in the "Giant's Eye" cave, the "Netherworld Well" leads directly to the mountain. Dull thunder rang frequently, separated by the thick mountain, shaking the soul and making people uneasy. Xuanyuan Qing vaguely guessed that Wei Shiqiu was practicing powerfully. As a means, he used the "Netherworld Bell" to cover his body, meditate and practice without being disturbed. Ding Ning had nowhere to hide and could only suffer in pain. Guo Zhou, Yue Shouzhong, Yue Zhifang and others had already asked for help. On errands, leaving the "Giant's Eye" for an excuse, and not listening is pure.
There are no Jiazi in the mountains, and the year is unknown in the cold. Suddenly, a hundred years have passed, and the "Great Rift Valley" is turbulent, but the wind seems to be aware, and not a single bit has touched the "Eighteen Pans" hunting ground. On this day, the turbulent thunder in the "Giant's Eye" finally subsided, and the world returned to calm. More than ten days later, Wei Shiqi broke through the barrier and sat alone on the cliff outside the cave for a while. There is a trace of wrinkles that are not easy to detect, and the temples are slightly gray, shining in the sun.
After hundreds of years of practice, something went wrong in the end. The threads of law weaved thunder patterns, superimposed layer by layer, pushing the power of thunder and lightning to the limit of destruction. The divine realm became unstable, and the blood energy was once out of control, and it backfired on one's body. It took a lot of effort to suppress it. This is the first time the blood energy has gone berserk, but it is not the last time. Wei Shiqi knows in his heart that once he crosses the limit, the blood energy will corrode his soul, his consciousness will be lost, and he will fall into an abyss of eternal destruction.
He had never walked that far before, reaching the edge of the abyss and taking a look.
The mountain wind suddenly rose, blowing away the vast clouds and mist, revealing a corner of the "Great Rift Valley". The cliffs stretched endlessly against the sky, and the dragon saw its head but not its tail. For the first time, Wei Shiqi realized his own insignificance. There was a sky outside the sky, and the realm he could reach was limited. From here, going up further depends on luck. However, he still holds a trump card in his hand, and he is sleeping quietly under the towering tree of creation. One day, the Divine Seal of Miluo Town will be born, and he will be able to obtain the treasure of the town to suppress his blood energy and break through the limit in one fell swoop.
The fog gathered and dispersed, the clouds rolled and relaxed. After thinking quietly for a long time, Wei Shiqi stood up, returned to the "Giant Eye" cave, summoned Ding Ning, and ordered her to invite Xuanyuan Qing. Ding Ning's heart was trembling after she hadn't seen her in a hundred years, but she was so close. She clearly sensed that there was a breath of destruction in Wei Shiqi's body. She was confused for a while, and it took her a few breaths to come back to her senses. She hurriedly agreed, and hurriedly And go.
Wei Shiqi stood in front of the "Netherworld Well", stretched out his hand and pushed it gently, and the earth and rocks rolled into it, completely sealing the mountainside. The "Lake of Qingling" had dried up, and he no longer needed to practice in seclusion. This place The "old land" that has spent so many years will be buried in the cliff, under the dust, and in memory forever.
The pearls on the stone wall flashed, and the green light made people cry and complain. Ding Ning left forever, and Xuanyuan Qing didn't come for a long time. Wei Shiqi was very patient, turned mud into stone, and erected a stone table at the location of "Netherworld Well" The stools were polished one by one, and he sat down with his sleeves fluttered. He took a pot of wine and poured it by himself, enjoying himself.
After a while, Xuanyuan Qing hurried over and slapped his head solemnly, feeling deeply uneasy. Just now, he was practicing under the "Netherworld Bell". Just as he hit a bottleneck, hundreds of ghosts appeared and were heavily guarded. Ding Ning did not dare to alert him rashly, so he was delayed. Wei Shiqi didn't take it seriously. He picked up the jug and filled it with fine wine, and asked him to drink a cup together to congratulate him. Xuanyuan Qing filled the cup with both hands and drank a cup in return, congratulating him on his hundred years of practice and his further advancement in Taoism.
Ding Ning could detect the destructive aura in Wei Shiqi's body, how could Xuanyuan Qing not notice it, but to his surprise, Wei Qiyi sighed softly and said: "Misfortune lies on the back of blessing, and misfortune lies on it. This retreat and derivation failed to achieve full success, and ultimately left a lot of shortcomings. Sometimes manpower is exhausted, and it can only go so far."
Xuanyuan Qing's heart trembled when he heard this, and he immediately noticed the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and the white hair on the temples. He pondered for a moment, pretending that he didn't understand Wei Shiqi's sigh, drank a few glasses of wine, and turned to talk about the past hundred years. The Great Rift Valley” trend.
It turns out that after the remnants of the Holy Spirit were destroyed, the upper seven tribes regained control of the spiritual realm, and their position was unshakable. The lower tribes suffered heavy losses in the overnight turmoil/chaos in the "Yin Yang Valley", and they could only retreat to the "Great Rift Valley" to obey others' orders and work hard. They rush to do hard work to avoid being purged by the upper seven clans. The seven clan leaders Pang Jie'an, Gong Dingshi, Cang Nanshan, Guo Huling, Yi Wujiu, Duan Renji, and Yue Daozhong discussed it and decided to disperse the ghosts of the clan once and for all, so that there would no longer be thirty-three attacks. clan, the surviving elites were organized into ten troops to attack the Tiancheng Stone "Eternal Life Village", and the remaining shrimp soldiers and crabs would go into the lower world to collect supplies to atone for their sins.
The "Eighteen Pans" hunting ground has three lower realms: the "Demon Realm", the "Barbarian Realm" and the "Tianjie Realm". Yue Daozhong was thinking about the elder Wei Shiqi, and specially sent over a hundred strong ghosts, including some skilled ones. A veteran who has experience in the lower world and can serve as the team's deputy. Xuanyuan Qing handed them over to Guo Zhou for disposal. Guo Zhou picked and selected them and led a group of people to go to "Yanjie". They went back and forth for more than ten years and gained quite a lot.
As for the "Eternal Life Village", it was breached thirty years ago. The natural stone was in decay and the stone marrow was almost exhausted. It could no longer contain the ghosts and ghosts. In order to atone for their sins, the subordinates attacked the "Eternal Life Village" regardless of casualties. In the fierce fighting, not many fish slipped through the net. The other generation was hiding in Tibet in the Middle East of the "Great Rift Valley" and was gradually perishing. It has not been talked about much in recent years.
