Dongyun Mountain, Qingyuan Gate.
Although they have completely occupied Dongyun, the Qingyuan Sect has not changed at all and still guards its own three thousand miles of mountains.
Feng Yiju stood outside the Changsheng Palace, looking outside the Qijue Secret Realm.
With the blessing of the Qingyuan Law, the battle situation in the far distance can barely be seen - the specific situation in the battle space cannot be seen, but the residual power dissipated can be seen by the outside world.
The residual power alone was enough to wipe out Dong Yun a thousand and eight hundred times.
No matter whether it is the mountain spirit, the formation flags, the mountain protection formation or other means, if they come into contact with such residual power, they will collapse and there will be no accidents.
He also saw the methods of the Xuantian Sect Master. In an instant, he descended directly outside the battle space as if traveling through space, and with a single stroke of his brush, thousands of talismans appeared. Any one of these talismans was enough to suppress the entire Qingyuan Sect.
He looked back at the mountain spirit that was hovering over Dongyun, at the Sansheng Sect that only had two gates left, at the Dongyun sects that had evacuated in fear of Qingyuan, and at the eight statues of the Great Ming King standing tall in the sky...
His gaze grew deeper, but his rising and falling chest revealed his inner restlessness.
After a long time, Feng Yiju turned around and slowly walked back to the Hall of Longevity, no longer looking at the situation outside the Seven Wonders Secret Realm.
The palace door slowly closed.
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Inside the fire chamber of the Qi Jue Secret Realm, the eggshell fell to the ground and dissipated, disappearing out of thin air.
Su He broke out of his shell, feeling as if he had just experienced a hibernation. The burden on his body from overcoming the heavenly tribulation and cultivating new magical powers was swept away.
The flames of the seven Teng Snake skeletons above its head were still burning, illuminating the entire fire room with warmth, and the whole turtle felt extremely comfortable from the inside out.
With every step he took, his body expanded. After circling around a Teng Snake skeleton, his body had recovered to its two-meter size.
But the white jade tortoise shell disappeared. When Su He broke out of the shell, he turned back into the appearance of a black jade dragon tortoise, and Bai Ling's white jade tortoise shell disappeared.
The red tadpole jumped a few times on the ground, then turned into an emerald green toad. It jumped on the turtle shell and stomped its feet to show off, turning into a tadpole and then into a toad.
Su He: “???”
Is it amazing to be able to turn into a tadpole? The palm-sized tadpole has a clear appearance, and it is really ugly and ferocious.
It’s blood red, which makes it even more eerie.
"Jealous?" Toad Tadpole glanced at him: "We have obtained the ability of a seventh-grade soul beast in advance!"
Frogs are special in this way, always one step ahead of others.
Being able to transfer items between the real world and the mysterious world is an eighth-grade ability. It was born with it. Being able to restore to the larval state is a seventh-grade ability, which it also acquired early.
The body of a seventh-grade soul beast can be restored to its larval state, saving energy throughout the body and preparing for the ninth-grade soul beast to open up the mysterious world.
Just like Gu Luo's chicks, the chick form only retains the most basic abilities of a soul beast, waiting for the ninth level to open the mysterious realm.
But the larval state is not just for opening up the mysterious world.
And just like a monk nurturing a sword, the longer it remains in the juvenile state, the stronger its power will be when its true form is revealed.
Even the Teng Snake clan's dead tree was unable to contain the erupting golden pheasant.
This thought is indeed worth celebrating.
But shouldn't it be strange that it happened to the toad? Su He didn't know what rank of soul beast the toad was, and the toad himself didn't know either.
Its memory is sporadic, like a candied haws, and its abilities are even more chaotic. It has the ability to transfer objects between the eighth-grade Xuan Realm and reality, but it does not have the ability of a third-grade soul beast to transfer across space...
He is still stubborn and tries to make a good excuse like Kong Yiji: different soul beasts have different abilities!
Ignoring the still excited Toad, Su He walked around the fire room, searching.
"What are you looking for?" The toad, in its huge tadpole form, jumped in front of Su He and asked.
"organ!"
Bai Ling slapped him with her claws and he regained consciousness, and something new popped up in his mind. He knew how to get to the alchemy room.
Previously, my consciousness was at the knob of the alchemy furnace, and the alchemy room was under my feet, but when I looked down, I could not see the specific situation in the alchemy room. Instead, I jumped over the alchemy room and saw the scene inside the Bagua furnace.
"Found it!" Su He looked at an inconspicuous flame depiction on the wall of the fire room. It was no different from the other depictions, but in Su He's eyes at this moment, the flame seemed to have life, jumping and dancing!
Toad saw nothing.
"Let's go!" Su He shouted.
"Without the white jade tortoise shell, can you still get up?" The tadpole jumped up and landed on Su He's tortoise shell.
Su He chuckled: "The magical power is still there."
Recognize each other. Although no one knows where the white jade tortoise shell has gone, its magical power has not been suppressed.
The waves beneath him rolled, carrying Su He high into the sky and crashing headfirst into the jumping flame pattern.
As if jumping into a lake, the water on the furnace wall rippled, and Su He passed through the wall. The toad was still in the shape of a red tadpole, shaking its tail and eager to try.
And then—boom!
It hit the furnace wall and bounced back, hitting the ground and bouncing a few times before turning into a toad. It squatted on the ground and looked at the dragon turtle passing through the wall in confusion.
It was once again treated as an outsider, just like being struck by lightning in the canyon!
Its eyes were full of astonishment, as if it had married the wrong person, and no one in its husband's family treated it as one of their own.
He wanted to use the soul beast to connect with its master to teleport directly to Su He across space. He waved his little claws in the air for a long time, but found that he could not catch the breath of the stupid dragon turtle at all.
This place blocks the Xuan Realm, and even the Xuan Realm cannot be returned.
The toad went crazy and knocked on the pillar of the fire room with his pipe: "Old lady... Bah! Lord Frog will tear your shell apart!"
Outside the fire room, at the end of the canyon, in the big lake, the sound of the explosion gradually weakened, and a flying snake sank to the bottom of the lake, its tattered body constantly emitting bubbles like an effervescent tablet.
There were water plants tinkling and pecking at the Teng Snake's body, but there was no white turtle. Even the white turtle that was swallowed by the Teng Snake disappeared.
After an unknown amount of time, Teng Snake slowly woke up, exhaled a long string of bubbles, raised his head with a confused look, and looked at the unfamiliar lake.
The word "月" on the forehead is shining, and the word "老" next to it slowly appears. The two words "月老" rotate side by side, turning into a beautiful pattern.
It really seems like an old man holding a book and twisting thread under the moon with a smile on his face.
It ignored the attacking water plants, swam to the surface with its tail, and looked quietly in the direction of the canyon.
It can feel that its brother is dead...
The little turtle used some unknown method to kill a Teng Snake that was far beyond its realm. But it was obvious that it was a despicable method.
There should be elders of the clan outside the secret realm at this moment. Should we call them in and kill the little turtle directly without following the rules
Even if an elder dies, being able to kill a dragon turtle one-on-one is a sure win.
Once this thought came to his mind, he couldn't suppress it. He tried to go back several times, and finally raised his tail and slapped himself, which made his mind clearer.
This idea was too terrible. How could the elders of the clan become Duizi? Even if the Teng Snake clan was not as harmonious as the Four Spirits, they should not have such an idea.
It shook its tail and swam towards the canyon again. This time it learned its lesson and did not fly directly, and once it entered the valley, it stopped moving forward.
There is thunder in the valley, but the thunder is very effective against waste pollution. Here I bathe in the thunder and recover from my injuries.
This is the only way out for the Dragon Turtle, so just wait here and snatch whatever he gets.
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Su He walked through the stove wall and smelled the refreshing fragrance of flowers and the chirping of insects and birds.
The alchemy room is a world.
There was no end in sight when I looked up, let alone the existence of "Dan".
It was a summer night here. The full moon was high overhead and the stars were sparse, casting a tranquil light on the place.
The toad did not follow.
Su He called out in his heart, but all he heard was a cold snort from Toad Tsaojiao.
Su He chuckled. The toad was probably just a young toad, so its mood was not very stable. If he didn't come in, then he didn't come in. There was no other exit in the fire room, and the temperature wouldn't rise suddenly, so it was very safe.
Bai Ling patted him with his claws and left the information of the fire room, which should be safe... Could it be that Bai Ling left the toad in the fire room
Otherwise why just tell him the fire room is safe
Given Bai Ling's personality, she is capable of doing such a thing.
Su He walked on the waves, in the moonlit night. He was neither fast nor slow, and he came out of the forest at dawn, but a large river blocked his way.
Su He then went down the river.
They walked for two or three days. As they swam downstream, fish were looking for food, shrimps and crabs were competing for food. But they did not see any monks, strange beasts, or divine beasts...
This is a world without gods.
The only miracle is Su He himself, but he does not belong to this world—no beast or fish in this world can see him.
It was as if he was out of the world.
The speed of time was also wrong. It took several months for Toad's arrogant reproach to be fully transmitted. One sentence stretched into several months.
It's like there's background music accompanying you.
This world is so wonderful. After traveling thousands of miles, Su He gradually adapted to this place and even forgot about the outside world - not forgetting, but just subconsciously ignoring it.
Even the sound of the toad became a dream talk.
Su He climbed the mountains and descended into the abyss, searching everywhere but could not find the "elixir". He looked around aimlessly, just walking casually, spring, summer, autumn and winter, cold and heat.
Watch the fishes compete for food, watch the birds spread their wings. Watch the grass grow and the birds fly, and the world change…
Su He walked without stopping, from east to west, from south to north, watching the mountains and rivers become flat lands and the wastelands turn into coasts.
This is a planet. At the end of the ocean there is the other side of the ocean, there are glaciers, there are deserts, there are familiar animals passing by quietly, and there are strange creatures appearing silently.
Su He didn't know why he was walking here until he met someone.
I don't know when people started to appear on the river bank, wearing animal skins around their waists, picking fruits and hunting.
Kneel before thunder and lightning, worship wind and rain, thirty form a group, and a hundred form a clan.
Su He stopped and watched them slowly develop in the river.
Rivers changed their courses time and time again, some ethnic groups were destroyed and some ethnic groups flourished.
Some people took off their animal skins, put on linen clothes, and used slash-and-burn farming. Su He saw the flag for the first time, and it was very ugly!
This tribe is called Ji, but it is the most powerful tribe in the four directions, with 20,000 to 30,000 people.
There are rules, etiquette, classes, and wars. Fighting against heaven and against people, more wailing, more joy.
Blood was spilled on the earth, and after death, it was buried in the soil, buried in the water, and transformed into trees on the mountains. This soul, this flesh, and this spirit completely merged into this world.
Generation after generation, people become more civilized and more barbaric, they go further and demand more, and war becomes more artistic.
Su He came out of the water and entered the forest.
Cicadas fly and land on trees to lay eggs. As autumn passes, winter comes, spring arrives, and summer arrives, the eggs hatch, turn into nymphs, fall into the soil, and hide under the roots and rhizomes.
Sucking root juice, trying to survive.
When children dug the soil to collect insects, it hid even deeper. It never came out of the ground all summer and autumn. Suddenly, when snow fell, it hid even deeper.
Looking at the insects, the mountains, the water, and the tribes outside the forest...
Su He was floating outside the world, and the feeling of not being part of this world became stronger and stronger. A hint of enlightenment was generated in his heart.
In the inheritance sea of Yiqiao Taoist Palace, the inheritance dragon turtle hummed softly and lowered its head slightly. A star in its eyes flew uncontrollably into Su He's Yiqiao and merged into his body.
Magical power: Snow Hide!
My body is still here, but you cannot see, hear or listen to me. I am like flying snow, hidden in the snow and hard to find; blending into the flowing water and flowing with it, blending into the light and dust, and even more unnoticeable.
It is not a technique of invisibility, but it is better than invisibility.
This magical power was integrated into the body. Unlike with mountain gods and water gods, one did not need to adapt slowly. Suddenly, he grasped its true meaning.
Su He closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, he seemed to be one with the world, and it was impossible to detect him by any means.
It's a pity that my magical powers are useless in this world. He should not be found in this world. After retracting his magical powers, Su He shook his body and dived into the river again, but saw a young Ji tribe not far away, staring at him with eyes wide open in astonishment.
The man and the turtle stared at each other for a while, then the child screamed and stumbled away. Su He turned around and dived into the water.
The fish swimming underwater were suddenly frightened and moved away instantly.
He... blended into this world and could be discovered!
On the river bank, some Ji people came with spears, looking for Su He everywhere but couldn't find him, but saw huge claw marks on the ground.
He prostrated himself on the ground, knelt down devoutly, and started to cry.
Su He hid in the snow and watched quietly in the water.
After only three days, the flag of the Ji tribe changed. They removed the ugly tree and replaced it with an even uglier turtle.
It was probably a turtle! It was too abstract for Su He to recognize.
The young child who had seen him was taken in by the tribal witch at a very young age. He was taught to pray to heaven and earth, and was taught to see the wind, watch the rain, predict the sunny and hot weather, and know the cloudy and cold weather.
By the time the nymph broke out of the soil, climbed up the tree trunk, shed its cicada skin, and turned into a singing insect, the child was already in his early fifteens and had become a new witch.
But he did not stay in the tribe. Instead, he searched along the river, trying to find Su He.
Climbing high mountains and walking on rivers, the stars moved and time passed, and the boy became old. But he kept wandering outside. At first he was looking for Su He, but after 10 or 20 years, he became looking at the famous mountains and rivers, and the big lakes.
Watch the thunder striking the trees from the top of the mountain, and watch the waves of water in the abyss.
Followers died one after another, disasters, diseases, wild beasts, poisonous insects... In this world, the slightest carelessness can lead to death.
Thirty years later, the witch, who was in his early forties, had a head full of white hair and was old and frail, and he hobbled back to the tribe with a cane.
He was greeted by an unfamiliar flag.
The turtle is still there, but wings have grown on its back. It is flying in the air—the Ji tribe was defeated and has merged with other tribes.
Without the witch, the tribe cannot predict the wind, rain, cold or heat. Without weather warnings for slash-and-burn farming, no matter how many mountains are burned, the tribe cannot be saved.
The new tribe welcomed him back with shaman rituals.
But Wu was at a loss, he didn't dare to face the eyes of the old and young in his tribe. Even if those people didn't blame him - Wu left the tribe to find the gods, which was sacred and solemn.
They were defeated only because they had not found the gods, but the witch had tried his best.
The witch aged overnight and hid in the mountains and never came down. He lived in a hut, ate raw meat and drank blood. He never spoke again until the former leader of the tribe came to pray, and the witch made a weather prediction.
Not wrong once!
After walking for thirty years, I have seen wind and rain and I understand the language of heaven and earth better and better. I can predict when the wind will blow and when it will rain with just one word.
The new tribe worships him as a god.
The witch became even more silent. If he had never left, or had returned sooner, the tribal totem would not have grown wings.
He was silent, only accompanied by the stars and mountains. He watched the stars at night and the mountains during the day. The mountain in front of the hut was his drawing board, and he used the branches as a brush to paint the sky and the earth...
Su He looked at him quietly and smelled the scent of "Dan" from him.
It was a wonderful feeling, as if the heaven and earth told him that the witch was Dan!
But the witch died...
He painted the stars, the sun, the moon, the mountains, the rivers, but then destroyed them all, then sat motionless in front of the thatched cottage, suddenly shedding tears, suddenly dancing, as if he was crazy.
He wanted to draw this world, but he could only draw a “—” and a “--” on the rocks and could not continue drawing.
He lay on the rocks and cried loudly, then danced with joy.
The witch is crazy.
The leader of the new tribe came to see him. The witch pointed at the symbol on the rock and could no longer speak. He just fell down and was buried beside the rock, turning into dry bones.
The taste of Dan fell on the rocks.
These are the Yin Yao and the Yang Yao.
Su He watched quietly, but did not show up. He did not know how to bring back the dead, nor did he know how to extend his life. And he did not dare to show up.
There are no gods in this world, and every time he appears, he feels like the heaven and earth are about to expel him.
The new king often looked at the two symbols left by the witch, but found nothing. He wanted to see the witch's ability to predict wind and rain, but he could not understand it.
Later, the new king no longer came.
He wants to conquer the world.
He wanted to take back the land, women, strong men, and children of other tribes... He wanted his tribe to live better.
The king tamed the sika deer, rode it away, and took the warriors of his tribe to farther places. He saw more mountains and rivers, and experienced more storms. Until he was old and gray, he returned and lived on the top of the mountain where the witch once lived, looking at the symbols left by the witch.
Watching all day long.
He can already predict the wind and rain; he has learned it after seeing it more often.
He sat in front of the witch's grave, looking at the two lines left by the witch on the rock. These two symbols were the result of the witch's lifelong experience, accumulation, and regret.
Day after day, he looked at the symbols and laughed, and as he laughed he began to cry, sobbing loudly. When he had cried to his heart's content, he picked up a stone and began to draw on the rocks.
But he raised his hand but did not put pen to paper. He just looked at it quietly. All day long, except for eating and sleeping, he just looked at the mountains and rocks, making painting gestures.
One swing lasts for ten years.
It was not until ten years later that he tremblingly drew a "". In an instant, the scent of Dan on the rocks became a hundred thousand times stronger. The wind rose and the clouds rolled up, as if the sky wanted to stop him from continuing.
He seemed to have heard nothing, and raised his hand to continue. It takes ten years to become Qian, and three days to become Kun. "Draw it down."
In an instant, there was a heavy storm with lightning and thunder.
Flash floods burst from the higher peaks, trying to stop him from creating, and lightning struck, causing the mountains and rivers to tremble.
Su He roared and leaped up to block his head, blocking the wind, clouds, thunder and lightning. With a wave of his claws, the mountain torrents flowed back, and the mountain god's seal suppressed the mountain top, and the mountains and rivers were calm.
Only the thunder and lightning became more violent, and fell on Su He's turtle shell like dense rain.
There was actually an aura of heavenly calamity on it.
Wang looked up at Su He, laughed out loud, and was extremely happy.
The god that Wu was looking for had always been there, but he just didn't know it!
He laughed and then burst into tears. He picked up stones and started drawing on the rocks, but the rocks fell and no trace was left.
The world prevents him from painting.
The king laughed loudly, and his laughter became happier. A bolt of lightning struck down and hit the witch's grave, as if to crush the instigator to dust.
Wang picked up the dry bones, stabbed them into his heart, used the bones as a brush, dipped them in blood as ink, and wrote the eight trigrams in an instant.
The rocks shone with green light, the wind and rain above stopped, and the mountain torrents ceased. But the thunder became more rampant. The heaven and earth concentrated all their power in the thunder, turning it into a magnificent heavenly calamity that struck down.
Su He raised his head and roared, facing the thunder and soaring into the sky. He opened his mouth and a water ball exploded in the clouds. He waved his giant claws and parted the clouds.
There are no gods in this world, and the heavenly tribulations are pitifully weak. But to mortals, it is a magnificent power.
The king seemed to be unable to hear the thunder and roar in the sky. His hands continued to draw hexagrams one after another. The eight hexagrams were just the basis.
None of the sixty-four hexagrams in the Great Book of Changes falls on the rock. The rock has long since transformed from an ordinary stone into a crystal jade.
A white jade tortoise shell can be faintly seen in the center of the jade.
It's coming here!
The witch's bones were gone, the king's blood dried up, and the sixty-four hexagrams all fell. Thunderclouds rolled in the sky, and lightning struck not only the rocks but also the tribes below. It wanted to wipe out all the living beings who witnessed the birth of the hexagrams.
Su He roared, causing huge waves to hit the thunderclouds in the sky.
The king stood in front of the jade, looking at the sixty-four hexagrams with a smile on his face. He looked down and saw the witch, of which only the skull was left, baring his teeth and seeming to be laughing as well.
boom!
The king fell to the ground, completely dead.
The jade stone carrying the sixty-four hexagrams shook and rose from the ground, heading straight for Su He. One stone hit the tortoise shell and drilled into it.
It did not break through the turtle shell, but instead drilled in, went straight into the boundary bead, and crashed into the chaos.
Chaos rolled and exploded inside the boundary bead, as if a pot of magma was boiling, with thunder and lightning and collapsing icebergs inside.
Refine earth, water, wind and fire.
A space was stretched open by the jade. A mountain and river painting on the boundary bead was pulled in and fell down with a bang. The jade fell on the mountain and river. It shone with a glittering light, and after a moment, the light went out and turned into an ordinary piece of rock.
It's just that the hexagrams appear on the rocks from time to time, foreshadowing its extraordinaryness.
The jade stone carrying the hexagram flew away, and the thunderclouds in the sky gradually dispersed. Su He fell down and disappeared, diving back into the river, his consciousness eagerly sinking into the boundary bead.
Mountains, rocks, and hexagrams—the foundation of Taoism!
This is the elixir that Bai Ling has been refining for ten thousand years! A Taoist foundation!
Su He suddenly understood why Bai Ling had shrunk him down to become a turtle egg, in order to merge his Qi with the white jade turtle shell, and in order to break out of the shell again and stimulate the innate energy in his body.
The sky has not yet been opened, but the foundation of the Tao has condensed, and it has opened up a space and pulled down the shadow of a mountain. For Su He, this is an innate land.
The boundary bead spun rapidly, and the turtle essence grew exponentially.
The Heng Gua shrunk in the body shines non-stop, echoing the Heng Gua on the foundation of the Tao.
(End of this chapter)