When Liu Caichun woke up from ignorance, the 100,000-year-old inheritance of the Ling Mo Sect had been completely burned into his mind. en8.
He opened his eyes, and there was dim light spreading around him, and the sound of pattering water came from not far away, making the Huangquan Temple even more silent. As if after an era, he finally gradually adapted to the surrounding environment.
The breeze brought up the silent dust, and the pale bare feet fell in front of him. The loose black robe quickly covered the exposed parts.
Yun Qing reached out and lifted his forehead, and the black mark left by her disappeared under the skin: "When you wake up, leave between the water curtains."
Liu Caichun stiffened when she touched him, but quickly came to his senses: "Yes."
Yun Qing didn't say anything.
Liu Caichun shook his head and asked, "How long has it been?"
Yun Qing smiled: "Less than twenty years."
Liu Caichun was stunned. He thought that the method used by Huang Quan was similar to the inheritance formation, and it felt like a thousand years. He didn't expect that so long had actually passed. He quickly gathered his thoughts and said to Yun Qing: "I'm disturbing you and the Saint, I'm leaving the temple right now."
Rumor has it that the Demonic Saint is in retreat in the Huangquan Temple, and Huangquan is protecting him. For safety reasons, there should be no other people in the temple. What if he stays any longer and delays the saint's cultivation? When Liu Caichun thought of this, he suddenly became a little confused. Since the Demon Saint was said to be in the Underworld Temple, why didn't he even see his figure
Yun Qing waved his hands lightly and said: "It doesn't matter."
Liu Caichun didn't dare to ask any more questions. He stood up, somewhat awkwardly, and used the Zhenran Spirit Demon Dao Qi he had just cultivated to protect his body, and then walked towards the water curtain. He suddenly stopped halfway and looked back at Venerable Huangquan, his eyes falling on the hem of her robe. If she read correctly when she just woke up, her legs should have recovered.
"You..." Liu Caichun hesitated for a moment, but finally said nothing, turned around and left calmly.
Yun Qing was leaning on the huge beam, eyes closed, seeming to be thinking about something, but also seemed to be just falling asleep. She didn't pay attention to Liu Caichun's gaze and kept her original posture until he left.
Liu Caichun swam upward against the current. The cold and desolate atmosphere in the temple gradually disappeared, and he felt that his suppressed mood had relaxed a little.
He remembered that when he came last time, his eyes were darkened, and he was thrown off the roof of the temple by Jiang Qi for some reason. When he left this time, he should take a good look at the whole picture of the Underworld Temple. He circulated the true energy of the Anran Spirit Demon Path smoothly, allowing himself to stay in the rapids where the Forgotten River and the Ji River converged, and then turned back.
This underwater area is controlled by an ancient power. It is impenetrable to the human eye and can only be seen directly with the eyes.
Liu Caichun could barely make out an outline. Part of the Huangquan Temple was sunk under the river, so the length and width seemed a bit disproportionate. This huge palace maintains its most original form. From the appearance, there are not many complicated carvings. The rough and solid stones are piled up to form the strongest protection of the magic path.
Liu Caichun looked at it for a while, but suddenly felt something was wrong.
He swam back for a while, then swam back up again, until he reached a subtle angle and stopped. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』
His eyes widened and he couldn't believe what he saw: "What is this?"
On the top of the Underworld Temple is a huge creature. Its limbs are close to the temple, its torso is twisted, and it is embedded among the dark patterns on the temple, so it cannot be seen without looking carefully. The thing's body was tangled with muscles, and its body was as strong as a mountain. It was completely naked except for the chest and abdomen covered with black scales. Its wings were spread out, but clinging to the outer wall of the temple, as if it was trying to blend itself into it.
Liu Caichun walked around a few times and discovered that this thing didn't "seem" to be integrated into the Underworld Temple at all, but actually embedded his body into the stone. The most important thing is that it is growing in size at an extremely slow speed. Liu Caichun had seen it before and could easily stand in the Underworld Temple, but now I am afraid it can no longer do so.
Liu Caichun suddenly felt nervous, because this thing seemed to be eating away at the Underworld Temple.
He didn't look any further, turned around and left the bottom of the water, trying his best to forget the scene just now.
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Yun Qing leaned on the stone pillar and thought for a while, then slowly walked towards the water curtain.
Countless slender blood vessels were pulled out from her back against the stone pillar. These blood vessels were like roots firmly pierced into the temple, passing through the stone and metal, and tightly connected to the holy body of Yama outside.
Her feet stepped on the ground of the Underworld Temple. Every time she stepped up and down, she could see the roots of the blood vessels in her soles connecting with the ground, broken and reconnected. These blood vessels were broken and connected, connected and broken again, and a large amount of viscous blood flowed out of the slender pipes. The ground drank up the blood, and finally looked as clean as ever.
Part of the Underworld Temple is sunken under the river bed, and the Demon Saint is retreating there. He is in a period of weakness, and the temple itself is somewhat sheltered, so it is difficult to know clearly what Yun Qing is doing through the thick palace walls. Even so, Yun Qing was bold enough to dare to do something in front of him.
Yun Qing raised his hands and put them together in front of the water curtain.
Thin blood vessels grew from both sides, constantly intertwining, and finally sealed the water curtain bit by bit. This temple was finally completely separated from the outside world. After the blood vessels are closed, they look like skinned creatures, and the strange squirming looks a bit disgusting.
Yun Qing stretched out his hand to form a seal, and the black fire snake burned those blood vessels.
Those blood vessels gradually melted into a whole, and the color also changed from bright red to something like stone but not stone, like iron but not iron, blending perfectly with the surrounding stone walls. The undulations on their surfaces were fixed on the inner wall of the Underworld Temple, and every undulation was seamlessly connected to the surrounding magic patterns. This small area quickly became a whole with the surroundings.
The magic patterns in the Underworld Temple are changing slowly, and so are the blood vessels just now. They move around and weave inside the four walls at an extremely slow speed, and the undulations exposed on the outside become magic patterns, predicting every trace of the evolution of the magic orthodoxy.
Now, Yun Qing's Holy Body of Yama is invading this temple little by little, trying to use the ancient bloodline hidden in the temple to awaken the legendary existence.
"Yellow Spring..."
After Yun Qing isolated the entire Huangquan Temple from the outside world, he began to meditate on the spot.
For thousands of years, thousands of tribulations, thousands of transformations and myriads of transformations, cultivate each incarnation to the ultimate state, and when the holy body of Yama is close to perfection, the soul of the ancient Yama can be introduced into the body. And all the efforts he had put in before were just preparations for bringing the soul of this holy body of Yama into his body this time.
Now the demonic saints are in retreat, and all the orthodox sects of the demonic path have completed the cleanup of the South China Sea and are preparing to recuperate. Yun Qing has issued a decree from the Huangquan Temple, declaring to the monastic world that the realm of non-delusional demons will be closed for a hundred years. This period of time is neither long nor short, and sects that dare to test can generally endure this for a mere hundred years. During these hundred years, the Demonic Orthodoxy will not participate in external wars. All sects have closed their mountains, and the Underworld Temple is in an absolutely closed state.
Yun Qing plans to use this time to cultivate the sacred body of Yama Demon to perfection, and to introduce the soul of the ancient true demon into her body to complete her final layout in the Wuwu Demon Realm.
"Yellow Spring..."
Yun Qing sighed leisurely. The entrance to the Underworld Temple was completely closed at this moment, and there was no longer any flaw.
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For a monk, a hundred years is just a blink of an eye, but for the people in the war, it is a long and tortured time.
The country of Dajing was about to be destroyed, and the monsters invaded step by step, approaching the altar of Lutian, but the holy light that rose into the sky never retreated even a little.
The sky was shrouded in haze, and two figures, one large and one small, appeared between the light pillars. The two figures followed the light pillar and landed on the Lutian Holy Altar. The Saint of Humanity was leaning on the fence not far away from them and looking at the scorched earth and war that had been spreading from a hundred years ago to this day. But as he said himself, as long as the saints are immortal, no matter how strong the demon clan is, they cannot destroy humanity.
The two people who fell down were well-dressed, and their clothes and crowns were full of ancient style, and they looked out of place in today's world. His face was covered with a golden lace. The lace was made of metal, but it was padded with soft silk. The patterns on it were also primitive and complicated, unlike today's things. The other man was dressed in white, his face was pale and shy, and he carefully pinched the corner of the older man's clothes, like a little rabbit.
"God Envoy, Emperor, is the journey going smoothly?" The Humane Saint's face was cold, but his tone was still polite.
As soon as Ji Yihe was asked, he couldn't help but take a step back. Zhong Guanyuan replied with a smile: "It went quite smoothly. Lord Saint is preparing to welcome the Heavenly Palace."
The Saint of Humanity was silent for a moment: "...It's time to work."
Before Zhong Guanyuan took over, he asked calmly: "When the Heavenly Palace comes again, how many saints need to change their positions?"
Zhong Guanyuan smiled and said, "It depends on you."
The Saint of Humanity fell silent again, and he understood what Zhong Guanyuan meant. The return of the Heavenly Palace means that the gods from 100,000 years ago will use the backhand left by the Qing Emperor to travel back down the river. But now, 100,000 years later, the Dao Fruit has been firmly controlled by several orthodox Dao sects. If there is any more, it will be unbearable.
Heaven will not allow too powerful power to exist in the world. Today's saints use methods to gather Tao fruits and divide Tao seeds to either suppress these powers within themselves, or disperse them layer by layer. In this way, Avoid punishment. However, after the advent of Shinto, the power of practitioners in the world will increase a lot out of thin air, which can easily lead to catastrophe.
This means that the saints need to weaken part of the power of the monastic community before the arrival of Shinto in order to accommodate their behemoth.
It was obvious that Zhong Guanyuan did not intend to intervene at this stage. He meant to let the saints fight among themselves, and whoever was left in the end would be left alone.
The Saint of Humanity looked very calm: "I understand."
"Lord Saint, it's better to prepare first." Zhong Guanyuan said meaningfully, "Since you have agreed to hand over the palace, you must be prepared to deal with the ancient gods and today's saints."
The saint of humanity looked far into the sky with a distant expression and said no more words.
Ji Yihe hid behind Zhong Guanyuan and looked at him. This saint of humanity was very similar to the saint of immortality. They both had white hair and cold expressions.
Zhong Guanyuan smiled, and then said to the Saint of Humanity: "Do you know why Taiqing refused to hand over the annex again and again, and kept killing the gods we sent to attack the Realm Gate?"
The white hair of the Saint of Humanity hangs down to his ankles, with a few strands slightly covering his expression. The haze in the sky seems to be getting darker: "I am weak among the saints today. If I am invited to the Heavenly Palace to join the world, I don't know how many saints will wait for the opportunity to attack me." I'll do it."
Therefore, his master carried the pressure of Shinto to suppress the annex and prevent the Heavenly Palace from returning.
Zhong Guanyuan still smiled and looked very relaxed: "He risked his life to protect you for a hundred years, but now you hand over the palace in a blink of an eye. Isn't it a bit unkind?"
The sacrificial robes on the Saint of Humanity were layered on top of each other, dragging on the ground. He suddenly started to smile, but this smile was particularly vicissitudes of life against his white hair: "So what..."
He held the railing tightly with both hands, and his fingertips became increasingly pale: "So what? Daoqi was destroyed by heaven a hundred thousand years ago. We cultivators cannot guard this small area and follow the road until the end of time. It should be done. Give these seekers a way out, whether it's a struggle or a joke... After such a long search and the sacrifices of so many people, we should come to an end with the way of heaven."
And the opportunity for this "break" came from the Tao chess in the Heavenly Palace.
The legendary Chaos Sacred Artifact that can compete with the Way of Heaven.
Zhong Guanyuan's smile gradually faded, and there was a hint of admiration in his expression. He bowed his hands and said, "Sage and great virtue, your name should be in the history books of future generations."
After saying this, Ji Yihe took him up into the sky and flew directly to the South China Sea.
The Saint of Humanity stood there, a smile spreading from the corner of his mouth: "Yes, I want to leave a name in history, but it is not a good reputation."
At this time, over the coast of the South China Sea, Ji Yihe walked against the wind and took the time to shield Zhong Guanyuan from the strong winds and waves of the South China Sea.
He asked in a low voice: "Master Zhong, are we looking for Huang Quan first?"
Zhong Guanyuan patted his head and said gently: "I am going to the Wuwu Demon Realm, but I am not looking for Huang Quan, but Yun Qing."
Ji Yihe was stunned, not understanding the difference between the two sentences, but he still nodded obediently and said: "I will obey Master Zhong's instructions."
Zhong Guanyuan looked relaxed, but that was not the case in his heart. He cleared his throat and solemnly said to himself: "Can you stop the devil now?"
Ji Yihe was stunned again, and then nodded quickly: "No problem, even if Master Zhong smashes the Wuwu Demon Realm to Yihe, he can protect you and escape safely."
After he finished speaking, he cautiously raised his head and glanced at Zhong Guanyuan, only to find that the god's expression showed worries that he had never seen before. Ji Yihe asked uneasily: "Master Zhong, what are we going to do in Wuwu Demon Realm?"
Zhong Guanyuan reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Go and help someone."