The next day, Su Li received a large amount of black lotus stones from Made, which were needed for her cultivation. Naturally, her residence was changed to a palace on the upper middle floor of the mountain city. Although the palace did not look big, the space inside was huge. It was widened enough to accommodate several mountain cities.
Space is a simple application at the immortal level.
This is the result of Bingfeng's communication with the Blazing Heaven Queen. For now, Su Li's strength is beneficial to him. Only by defeating the White Demon can the future of the Red Ink Realm be discussed.
In the huge palace, Su Li quietly looked at the hill made of piles of black lotus stones, her expression relaxed for a moment.
With the support of the entire Ma camp, the time to conceive the magical power of sword transformation has been shortened by 90%. It may not take a month for her to completely conceive the magical power.
The only regret is that her eighteenth-grade lotus pedestal lacks a sixth-grade lotus heart and can only produce a twelve-grade divine sword.
This time her cultivation level has recovered, and the connection between the Perfect Wheel is clearer. It seems to only stay in one place, never moving. Her aura is so stable that it does not look like it is being fused by the Five Elements Divine Thunder. She will wait until she has developed the magical power of turning into a sword before going. It’s not too late to search.
Thinking of this, Su Li sat cross-legged in the first pile of black lotus stones, slowly closed her eyes, and the entire hall fell into silence.
At this moment, far in front of the gate of the Tianhe Saint Sect in the Qingshui Realm, the mountain-protecting formation rippled, and a slender figure appeared.
Fang Yuan looked solemn, still wearing the black robe of a casual cultivator, but his beard and hair had been neatly trimmed, and he seemed to have regained some of his energy.
"Brother!!"
The moment he appeared, Cai Mu, who was in seclusion in the Holy Child Hall, suddenly felt something in his heart. He suddenly opened his eyes, waved his sleeves and swept open the door without saying a word, and walked towards the mountain gate.
In front of the mountain gate, Fang Yuan raised his head and scanned the many palaces with ethereal fairy aura on the mountain top that towered into the clouds, and was about to step up.
Suddenly, an old servant in gray clothes with an old face appeared in front of him and bowed.
"Great Holy Son, you are back."
Fang Yuan frowned slightly, but was not surprised. He nodded and said, "Ancestor sent you here?"
The old servant in gray clothes smiled so hard that he narrowed his eyes, cupped his hands and said, "Great Sage Mingjian, our ancestors have invited me."
Fang Yuan glanced at the familiar aura that was approaching rapidly, and said without any fluctuation in his tone:
"Let's go."
In the sky, Fang Mu's figure suddenly stopped and stood frozen in mid-air, staring at the empty mountain gate, as if the two figures he had just seen were just illusions.
"Uncle Chen?"
A thought hidden in the depths of Fang Mu's sea of consciousness quietly surfaced, "Maybe... I mean maybe, you... haven't come into contact with the real Tianhe Sect yet."
Fang Mu's eyes darkened and he fell into silence.
In a hidden place, in front of the neat and majestic stone palace, Fang Yuan raised his head and forgot to take a look at the sky that suddenly darkened.
He has been here countless times, but since the bloody disaster of the Holy Spirit, he has only been here once, and this is the second time.
As he entered the stone hall, a breath of life hit his face, familiar and rich, so rich that goosebumps appeared on Fang Yuan's back.
He used to like the smell here, until he vaguely guessed the source of life.
"Ever since His Highness ran away from home, my ancestor has often asked about you."
The old servant in gray led the way, looking back and smiling from time to time. In the quiet passage, the greetings of the old servant in gray were more like a terrifying spell, extremely eerie.
Fang Yuan chose to remain silent until he walked to the door of the inner hall. The old servant in gray stopped on one side and lowered his head.
Fang Yuan glanced at him and reached out to push the door open a little.
call-
The outrageously rich vitality burst out from the cracks, almost suffocating him.
He held his breath and glanced at the old servant in gray who was taking a deep breath silently. He walked into the hall without hesitation and closed the door.
boom-
The sound of collision echoed in the hall, and countless blood-vessel-like black lines lit up as if they were frightened, illuminating the hall with blood red.
But soon, the blood-red color faded away, plunging the hall into darkness again.
Fang Yuan followed his memory and walked into the center of the hall. His eyes fell straight on the dark, blood-red throne, which looked more like a coffin. Intermittent sounds came from the throne.
"Have you... played... enough... on the outside... like...?"
Fang Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and he lowered his head and said, "Greetings, ancestor! The situation in Qingshui Realm has changed a lot now. Ancestor, your persistence may also change."
Click—
There was a clear cracking sound from the throne, and then Fang Yuan heard the ancestor's voice, which became much more coherent.
"What...what...changes?"
Fang Yuan clenched his fists hidden in his sleeves, trying not to appear nervous, and said in a calm tone: "There is someone who resisted Ming Palace, her name is Su Jiuzhou. She led the counter sect to win the first place among Tianjiao, and won Heaven favored her; she got in touch with the Red Ink Realm and used Blazing Sky to suppress the Ming Palace; she made the twenty-seven great holy sects surrender and assemble an army of monks!"
Having said this, Fang Yuan paused and raised his voice a little.
"I see hope!"
This time, there were more cracks in the throne, and there was silence for a long time before a voice came out.
"What...hope?"
Fang Yuan stretched out his hand and touched the center of his eyebrows, and a phantom of a scroll was pulled out, and then quickly solidified. This object was the fake treasure of Tianhe Sect - Tianhe!
Tianhe, which did not show any spirituality in the outside world, actually seemed to be "alive" in this special stone palace, twisting unwillingly in Fang Yuan's hands, like a long flat snake, with a smooth feeling.
"Without your method, we can move the Palace of Life, defeat the White Demon, and save the Qingshui Realm!"
Click! Click! Click!
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw three ferocious and huge cracks appearing on the surface of the black throne, as if the throne would completely collapse in the next moment.
"I have been working hard on this and planning for thousands of years. Do you want to give up?"
The voice in the throne was calm and coherent, and there was no trace of anger. However, Fang Yuan felt cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his lips began to turn white.
The power of the emperor!
After Ni Zong met Chi Tian and offended his ancestor, he was finally sure that his ancestor... was actually the Great Emperor? !
His Tianhe Sect is protected by the Great Emperor!
No wonder, no wonder Mingzu had eroded the Three Saints Sect, but he was always fearful of the Tianhe Sect and never even tried it.
Is this a tacit understanding between the two great emperors
Since the ancestor is the Great Emperor, why didn't he stand up and fight the White Demon together with Qingshui Palace
At this moment, Fang Yuan thought a lot. After thinking for a moment, he said under great pressure: "It's not giving up. It's just one more way. Isn't it good?"
"Hehehehe..."
Laughter came from the throne, and the sometimes dim, sometimes blood-red hall was filled with inexplicable meaning.
"Fang Yuan, why did you try so hard to help that person, and even had the guts to confront me?"
Fang Yuan took a breath and heard the ancestor continue: "Let me guess, although you are very affectionate, you rarely feel affection for outsiders.
However, except for the chess piece from thousands of years ago, Su Li; the Emperor Ni Zong, Su Jiuzhou? Maybe you haven't even realized that everything you do now has the shadow of Su Jiuzhou. "
Fang Yuan was shocked, and he opened his mouth to refute, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say.
It's true that it wasn't him who was impulsive. Was it really because Su Jiuzhou used some method against him
No!
no!
Just because he saw a hope of revenge without hurting innocent people!
"Ancestor."
Fang Yuan spoke in a low tone, "What is the difference between what you are doing now and that of the White Demon?"
"Sacrifice the small self to fulfill the greater self."
The cracks on the black throne slowly disappeared, "If you want to accomplish something, you must pay a price. You... are too naive. Perhaps the destruction of the Ni Sect will wake you up a lot."
"Ancestor!"
Fang Yuan's expression suddenly changed, "What do you want to do?"
Two will-o'-the-wisps lit up in the throne, with a hint of warning, "I haven't had enough time to step on an ant yet. Go down and return to your position. Come to me again when you think clearly. Next time , I don’t want to hear anything about going against the sect from your mouth.”
Fang Yuan wanted to ask again, but his body uncontrollably faded and disappeared completely within a few breaths.
The hall returned to silence. After a long time, the old servant in gray opened the door and walked in. He lowered his head and asked softly: "Master, you said that he is the closest bloodline among your descendants. Why don't you tell him the truth?"
"The truth? What is the truth?"
The old servant in gray lowered his head, "For example, Su Jiuzhou is Su Li."
"Oh, the descendants of the undead are indeed not that easy to perish, just like her mother..."
The old servant in gray crouched down and listened quietly, as if he didn't hear anything.
…
The main hall of Ni Zong is still so simple and elegant, filled with the scent of soothing sandalwood.
Yan Ziye walked from the door and saw Hua Yan sitting alone in front of the speaker's table, staring blankly into space, in a daze.
"Sister Hua?"
Yan Ziye came over and sat down in confusion, and asked in a clear voice: "What's wrong with you?"
Hua Yan forced a smile, "I'm just a little uneasy, and I don't know what I'm worried about."
"You feel that way too?"
Yan Ziye's expression was slightly stern, and his voice was lowered subconsciously, "I thought it was an illusion, but now that the Ancestor Chi Tian is in charge of the Ni Sect, and the whereabouts of Mr. have been found, what danger can there be?"
"It's just because you can't think of it that it's dangerous."
Hua Yan put away her smile. After a monk crosses the stage of becoming a god, his sense of fate often affects reality. She was about to find more people to verify her ideas, but she saw Fang Yuan hurriedly walked in. In the main hall, the expression was unprecedentedly solemn.
"The rebel sect is in danger of being destroyed!"
Even Fang Yuan said that? !
Yan Ziye's eyes widened. In his mind, Fang Yuan was the calmest and most cautious person, and now he actually used the word "destruction".
Hua Yan took a deep breath and regained her composure, "Where is Xie Tianxing now?"
In the Tianxing Secret Realm, Bai Su quickly received the news from Xie Tianxing and couldn't help but frown.
Do all the high-level officials of the Ni Sect have a premonition that something big is going to happen
What is the White Devil planning
It's really unsettling that he's lurking around this time.
After thinking again and again, Bai Su finally made up his mind and decided to use astrology.