In the age of the end of the law, transcending a calamity is a very serious matter, which is about the same as committing suicide.
In the True Spirit Continent, practitioners are divided into seven levels according to the level of dantian spiritual pressure.
Qi practice.
foundation.
Jindan.
Yuan Ying.
distracted.
combined.
Mahayana.
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Going up, it is about to cross the tribulation and ascend to the immortal...
Before the end of the Dharma era, there were early stages, middle stages, late stages, and peaks in each realm, and there were even Dzogchen and half-step Nascent Souls, which were so terrifying.
After the end of the law, the spiritual veins mutated, the spiritual energy was thin, and there were no specific subdivisions between realms. Instead, the dantian was sealed, and it was always maintained at the initial spiritual pressure to reduce the spiritual consumption. When it was in danger, it was urgently unsealed, and the explosion erupted. Higher spiritual pressure.
Before the end of the Dharma era, after the Mahayana Consummation, one can transcend tribulation and become immortal.
After the end of the Dharma era, the gate to the immortal world disappeared, and most of the robbers died in the ascension thunder tribulation.
To this day, there are only nine Mahayana monks left in the True Spirit Continent.
Person—
Dao League Nine Lights!
The name is very powerful, but the era of the end of the law is irreversible. Everyone understands that the Daomeng Jiuyi is the last afterglow of the cultivators.
Five thousand years ago, the last nine Mahayana agreed not to try to transcend the calamity, but to unite with all the sects in the self-cultivation world to form a Taoist alliance to fight against the invasion of the Netherworld, to fully investigate the reasons for the emergence of the end of the law, and to find a lasting way of cultivation. .
In the end, the Dao League headquarters with four Nine Lights, and the five largest alliance forces each with one Nine Lights, formed a pattern of one super and five strong, firmly controlling the last power in the cultivation world.
And Zongzhishan is one of the five rogues.
The head of Zongzhishan, Qian Junzi, is one of the Nine Lights of the Dao League and one of the nine remaining Mahayana monks in the world.
Qian Junzi is over ten thousand years old, and was seriously injured in the last battle of the Ming Dynasty. He has spent most of the last thousand years in retreat.
In this state, transcending tribulation is equivalent to suicide.
Once Qianjunzi falls, Zongzhishan's strength and status will inevitably decline sharply, and the Dao League will further interfere in the affairs of the door.
This is the reason why the Huangfu group slapped the case!
In his opinion, as early as 500 years ago, the Dao League had inserted Lingzhou Yuean into the door. Although she had not made any big moves, she was in a high position, but she was lazy and addicted to alcohol. She was kidnapped in the surrounding small countries and owed The 90,000 spirit stones in the sect's crystal vault have brought extremely bad influence to the disciples in the sect.
If the head of the sect leaves, no one in the sect has the ability to control her, and Zong Zhishan will become a bandit cottage sooner or later under her free and undisciplined ruin.
The worse outcome is that several Mahayana members of the Dao League have long been eyeing Zongzhishan's fat meat. Once the leader falls, the Taoist League is likely to directly send a Mahayana to the position of the leader, and Zongzhishan will never again be. There is no possibility of independent governance.
Thinking like this, Huangfu group slapped the table and questioned Bo Yunzi.
"It's okay to cross the robbery, let the senior brother say it in person!"
In fact, among the people present, only Huangfuqun dared to say so.
In addition to the detached status of the precept elders, Huangfuqun was also the most proud of the direct disciple of the head, a descendant of the ancient Huangfu family, a key figure in maintaining the balance between the Taoist alliance and the sect.
Bo Yunzi gave Huangfu Qun a slight bow, respectfully, but also with a touch of coercion.
"Master's injury is more serious than expected. Not to mention recovery, he has exhausted all his strength to maintain it. In addition to his advanced age, he is now exhausted."
Hearing the words "Oil and Drain", Huangfu Qun's face was like a knife, full of sternness.
"How is that possible! Senior brother also holds an elders meeting every three years. The last time I saw him, he was in high spirits, chatting and laughing, and even instructing me to practice!"
Bo Yunzi shook his head.
"Don't Shishu know that Shizun has been forcibly continuing his life for so many years for the sake of the sect? He is so weak that he was only pierced by the Netherworld once, and he felt unbearable and unable to stand up again."
Huangfu's eyes widened.
"Then you don't have to risk the calamity. Since it has continued for so many years, it will continue!"
Bo Yunzi sighed.
"Even if Shizun doesn't survive the calamity, he will only have a few decades of life left at most. The master has been in meditation for a thousand years, and his mood is almost immortal. Although he will die, or have a chance to survive, this is the only choice."
Everyone also sighed, feeling complicated.
Although the news that the sect master is about to pass the calamity has been rumored for many years, it is somewhat uncomfortable when he hears that the date of the calamity has been set.
Watching the realm of self-cultivation being devoured step by step by the Nether, watching Zongzhi Mountain slip down step by step, watching the headmaster run out of fuel...
Xiao Ran felt nothing at the moment.
Before entering, he lived in the mortal world for three years.
I saw with my own eyes that the villages were devastated by the beasts, the towns were destroyed by the ghosts, and the living space of human beings was squeezed to the limit step by step.
There are many ghost towns, starving and dying. In the end, only the important towns sheltered by the Taoist League, the surrounding small countries sheltered by the big sects, and some wild villages where people who are so poor they are not afraid of death live... Survive.
The world is not so beautiful.
This is why Xiao Ran has been defeated and fought repeatedly, never giving up asking for immortality.
That's why when he was accepted by Master as a direct disciple, he was so overjoyed that he questioned Master's IQ, so much so that he forgot that Master was asking him a question...
Cultivation is the only way out.
In other words, only practice can find a way out.
Only by practicing can you firmly grasp your destiny in your own hands, live long enough, and become strong enough to find out the answers to all your questions.
It was only after Xiao Ran entered the sect that he discovered that the practice itself was declining day by day.
The whole world of self-cultivation seems to be waiting for a hero to turn the tide.
The wind is surging, the waves are treacherous!
Xiao Ran actually felt like he was in a chaotic world...
But, this is the future.
Right now, he hasn't even cultivated his qi yet, but he is still concentrating on filial piety to his master, licking out a future, and becoming a strong man as soon as possible.
Huangfu Qun's figure was vain, his temples were white, and his fierce eyes were slightly red.
"I don't believe it! Someone must be playing tricks behind the scenes, trying to make up my Zongzhishan!"
He was also the direct disciple of the head, with a low talent and an odd personality.
It was only after the sect master tailored his clothes, selected the exercises, and formulated a suitable cultivation plan, that he could get to where he is today step by step.
He won't watch the Master's calamity fall!
"Besides, it's still decades away, what if things turn around?"
Bo Yunzi shook his head and stopped talking.
The rest also sighed.
for a long time.
A deep and reckless voice, but weak as dust, entered the main hall.
"I'm... very old."
Xiao Ran was startled and understood that this was the sound transmission of the head.
The mood contained in this voice is like a fairy.
It can be said that the state of mind of the sect master has become immortal. Maybe the physical body is limited by the concentration of spiritual energy, the oil is exhausted, and there is no way to go any further...
Hearing the master's voice that was like dead wood and fallen leaves, Huangfuqun's stern expression finally couldn't hold it back, and he burst into tears in an instant.
"Master!"
"You can be alone too."
The ethereal voice is no longer reckless, only weak.
"Zongzhishan, there is work for you all."
…
After Qian Junzi transmitted his voice, he quickly fell into sleep repair.
Bo Yunzi never imagined that Master, in such a weak condition, would still spread his voice so far, I am afraid that he is already ready to fall.
"The council of elders begins, the first issue is—"
"and many more!"
Huangfuqun interrupted Bo Yunzi roughly.
He immediately sat down, his face returned to a stern look, and his eyes, which were suppressed by the stormy waves, stared directly at Ling Zhouyue opposite.
Before the meeting, he must find out the culprit of this ghostly incident!
With a sullen face, he did not burst out immediately, but calmly asked:
"Elder Lingzhou, what happened to the Netherworld just now?"
Ling Zhouyue put her hands on her chest, not taking it seriously at all.
After all, with her strength, one person can bring down everyone present.
"Netherworld is here, I chased it away, it's considered meritorious, that's all."
Huangfuqun said solemnly:
"My Zonghu Mountain is maintained by the moon and the moon. It lasts for a long time, and the extraordinary ghost can penetrate. Since the last battle of the ghost, there has not been a ghost invasion. How do you explain it?"
Ling Zhouyue took a sip of wine and pouted:
"I'm the sword-wielding elder. I'm only responsible for killing the enemy, not explaining it. The ghost knows how it came from?"
Huangfuqun's old eyes gathered slightly, and slowly asked back:
"Then did you kill the enemy?"
Ling Zhouyue didn't care.
"Netherworld ran away."
"The unseen humanoid ghost that has been seen in thousands of years, actually ran away by himself?"
"I had to protect the disciple, otherwise it could run away?"
Huangfu Qun's old eyes calculated deeply, got up and paced back and forth, stroked his beard and analyzed:
"You haven't accepted an apprentice for thousands of years, but now you've suddenly accepted a direct disciple; Zongzhi Mountain has not been invaded by the Netherworld for thousands of years, but it was suddenly invaded today; the one who invaded was the humanoid Netherworld, which is rare in a thousand years... Don't you think it's too coincidental?"
Ah this... Ling Zhouyue was speechless.
All eyes were focused on her.
Looking at her, her scalp was numb, like sitting on pins and needles. She wanted to take a sip of wine, but she was embarrassed.
It's really a coincidence!
At this moment, a firm voice floated from behind her.
"This ghost has nothing to do with the master, it is for the disciple."
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I hope you don't see the supporting characters and the protagonists fighting against each other, and they will be regarded as villains, clamoring for any kind of routine to slap the face and the chicken. Zhouyue's free, lazy, inaction individualism is wrong, of course, she also has her reasons, which is a later story.