Pray to Heaven Continent, Mending Heaven Sect.
On Longqi Peak, the clouds are dense, covering the mountain peak.
In the black stone altar on the top of the peak, a whirlpool of black mist rolled slowly, seemingly with infinite gravity.
In the vortex, an old head with a distorted face was floating helplessly, the hair on its forehead had fallen off completely, and the long gray hair on the back was also scattered, motionless, like a sculpture.
I don't know how long it took, the slightly closed eyelids of the head suddenly trembled slightly, and lifted up, revealing two pupils, one black and one white, the white color of which is like a fish maw, obviously blind.
I saw that his eyebrows were raised upward with difficulty, and the only thing left was to look upwards obliquely.
A branch of a peach tree with luxuriant branches sticking out there suddenly shook, and a thick spiral cloud swirled down from the sky, rubbed it and landed under the peach tree outside the altar.
After the clouds cleared, a middle-aged man with a face like a crown jade, slender eyes and long beard emerged. He was still wearing a large white robe, and his body was still sitting on the wheelchair that seemed to be carved from white jade. superior.
"Fellow Daoist Gu, you've asked a divination before, why are you still here?" the old man opened his mouth, his voice extremely hoarse.
The man in the wheelchair is none other than Time Dao Zu ancient or present.
"Chen Tuan, the Bodhi Banquet is about to be held, and I feel a little uneasy, so I have to ask another hexagram." Ancient or modern straightened the golden tassels hanging around his waist, placed them by his side, and said slowly.
"I am in harmony with the way of heaven, and it is only separated by this hexagram. If I ask, I will be swallowed by the way of heaven. What you promised me will have no meaning to me." Chen Tuan said, his tone is not Is not slow.
"This matter is not only about you and me. Once it is done, it will be equivalent to raising the way of heaven three feet higher. From now on, people like me and others standing on the top of the mountain will no longer be oppressed. Aren't you afraid that if you lose this hexagram, you will fail? "The expression has not changed from ancient to modern, and he asked calmly.
Hearing this, Chen Tuan's old and distorted face became more tangled, and a look of hesitation flashed in his eyes.
"This hexagram involves too many Daoist monks, and too much heavenly luck is involved. It is already an act of asking the heavens beyond the hexagrams. I can't take all of them. I can only ask half of them. What results can be obtained depends on God's will. Go." After a while, Chen Tuan said.
"Yes." Gu or Jin nodded without thinking too much.
Patriarch Chen Tuan didn't say much anymore, and there were bursts of chanting in his mouth.
Due to the absence of palm articulation, it took twice as long as last time. In the only remaining one eye, a gleam of crystal light slowly lit up, gushing out towards the front, and piercing into a void.
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After a long time, the crystal light suddenly disappeared, and the void gradually returned to normal.
The void vortex behind Patriarch Chen Tuan suddenly surged violently, and strands of black crystal lines extended out of it, protruding onto his cheeks like insects crawling and ants, submerging half of his face with intact eyes went in.
In an instant, that half of his face was filled with dark light, dissipated like dust, and turned into a whirlpool of mist. A generation of prophesied Dao ancestors, now only the blind half face and the half head behind it remained. up.
"How?" Looking at the scene in front of him, Gu or Jin frowned slightly, then asked.
"In the half hexagram, the situation is fine, but there is a change at the watershed...it is an anomaly." Chen Tuan only had half of his face, his lips opened and closed, and his voice was a little erratic.
"An odd number?" Gu or Jin narrowed his eyes slightly and asked.
Ancestor Chen Tuan did not speak, but the hair behind his head suddenly danced, and a gust of wind blew past his ears, bypassing the ancient peach tree of unknown age, and rolled hundreds of powders from it. The petals come.
All the petals fell to the ground, and a tall figure condensed on the ground, with waves of light rippling on it, and a faint wave of time law came out of it.
The wheelchair under Gu or Jin moved forward slowly, and stopped close to the phantom of the petals.
"Han Li." After carefully looking at it for a moment, he leaned back against the back of the chair and whispered two words.
"The Master of the Reincarnation Hall cannot escape the number of days. This variable in the Bodhi Banquet is only one person." The hoarse and erratic voice of Patriarch Chen Tuan slowly echoed in the void.
"Hehe, since you've asked me about it, it's not a big deal. I'll handle it myself, and it's a great dispute." Gu or Jin held the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair with both hands, and said with a self-deprecating smile. .
In his opinion, Han Ji has already reached the peak of the cultivation of the law of time, only one step away from himself, and he is far from being able to compare with him in the exploration of "Tao". There is no big fight.
"It's so good, you can be safe..." Patriarch Chen Tuan said slowly.
With a wave of the ancient or modern hand, the figure formed by the peach blossom petals in front of him was scattered, and clouds began to condense under him.
At this moment, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and there was a smile on his face for no reason.
"Heavenly Court has a lot of distinguished guests. It seems that I have to go back to welcome them. It seems that I have to leave the matter of killing this variable to others." Gu Huojin said.
"As for the variable, it's better for you to go in person." Ancestor Chen Tuan advised.
"Is a Ten Thousand Immortal Formation enough?"
From ancient times to the present, there is only such a question that is not a question, and the figure has already been lifted into the air by the curling clouds and disappeared.
Patriarch Chen Tuan sighed faintly, and closed his eyes habitually.
The four-year-old peach tree swayed gently, and the flowers fell one after another, as if it had rained flowers.
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The Immortal Territory of Central Earth, East Victory Continent.
On a vast expanse of sea area, there are countless large and small green islands dotted all over the place. Only a few hundred miles away from them is the easternmost coastline of Dongsheng Continent.
The coastline of Dongsheng Continent is different from the jagged reef coastline of Beiju Continent. It is dominated by sandy beaches, and the lines are more soothing. It looks like the curve of a woman's back, winding and soft.
The two islands closest to the coastline have the largest land area among all the islands. On each of them stands a white jade pillar tens of thousands of feet high, densely carved with patterns of auspicious clouds, extending into the clouds high in the sky.
Through the thick white clouds against the background of the blue sky, one can see the roof of a three-story archway with cornices, and a huge vermilion plaque hangs in the middle of it, with the three characters "Yingtianmen" written in golden lacquer script on it. .
This is the East Heaven Gate of the Middle Earth Immortal Territory.
At this moment, there are nearly a million people inside and outside this majestic Dongtianmen, all of whom are heavenly soldiers dressed in gold and silver armor.
Behind these heavenly soldiers, every hundred miles or so, stood a giant fairy general with a height of tens of thousands of feet, naked upper body, and holding a giant ax that opened the sky, staring angrily at the front one by one.
Thousands of miles away in the void, and on the island below, there are also hundreds of thousands of soldiers holding weapons.
It's just that compared with the heavenly court, the armor on these soldiers is not uniform and looks a bit messy.
On the surface of the sea besides these soldiers, there are still many people of different races standing in different shapes. Cruise slowly.
And behind these armies of soldiers, spirit boats of different sizes and shapes are not floating in the air, but floating on the water surface, and the complex runes inscribed on the boats are lit up one after another, constantly grabbing the space between the world and the earth. Accumulate spiritual power for the spirit boat.
In the center of these spirit boats that lined up in a line, there was a huge dark red spirit boat, and a huge three-story palace was built on it. The square in front of the palace was densely packed with people.
Among these people, the leader was a tall man wearing a bamboo hat and a black robe. He was none other than the Lord of the Reincarnation Palace.
"Hallmaster..."
All the people following the Lord of Samsara clasped their fists and bowed at the same time, as if they were sending him away respectfully.
"Everything is going according to the plan." The Master of the Reincarnation Palace turned his head slightly and told everyone.
"Yes." Everyone answered in unison.
Afterwards, the Lord of the Reincarnation Palace no longer looked at the crowd, and with the light on his body, he swept out of the army and went straight to the East Heaven Gate.
Seeing this figure approaching, the Heavenly Court army stationed outside the East Heaven Gate suddenly trembled. Everyone stood on guard, as if they were facing an enemy.
However, when the Lord of the Reincarnation Palace came outside the East Heaven Gate, he didn't intend to force his way in, but stopped on his own initiative, hanging in mid-air.
Several immortal generals in the Heavenly Court Garrison looked at each other, not knowing what he wanted to do.
"What? Didn't you invite me to the banquet in ancient or modern times? I'm here, is this how you welcome guests?" The Lord of the Reincarnation Hall asked with a smile.
Its voice was not too loud, but it carried an indescribable penetrating power, like a burst of yellow bells striking deep in the sea of consciousness of every soldier in the Heavenly Court, causing their hearts to tremble and their spirits to tremble a little. .
However, the Lord of the Reincarnation Palace didn't intend to use this method to severely injure the army, he just wanted to ensure that the voice of the words could reach the ears of those who should hear them.
In the middle of Dongsheng Continent, in a stretch of mountains, there is a very inconspicuous white Taoist temple, hidden in a dense and lush mountain forest.
In a three-storey building in the Taoist temple, a middle-aged man in a black and white Taoist robe was holding a roll of blue books in his hand and looking up, frowning deeply from time to time, and seemed to have studied it meticulously.
The man has a thin face, clear eyes, a straight nose bridge, thin lips, and a long beard under his chin. He doesn't look very elegant and handsome, but he also has the demeanor of a Taoist real person.
After flipping through the book with one hand, he couldn't help stroking his long beard, and would nod repeatedly when he saw it rising.
"I didn't expect to encounter such an encounter... It's a pity that the immortality of these worldly people is always so easy. If you fall off a cliff, you can pick up ancient books on immortality. An expert preached that there are beautiful ghosts to greet you late at night in ancient temples, after all...the idea is too beautiful." The thin Taoist whispered to himself, closing the coffin and making a conclusion.
After finishing speaking, he put down the scroll in his hand, and the pages closed automatically, and on the exposed title page was written "The Legend of Mortal Cultivation of Immortals", but it was not a secret book of exercises, but just a mountain mortal named "Wangyu" at the foot of the secular mountain. It is a masterpiece written in meaning.
At this moment, the thin Taoist suddenly frowned, and said to himself: "Here we come..."
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