In the void spiritual world, above the nine-level Zhuogang Wind, at least one billion and eighty million miles above the ground, 3.6 billion green mountains are suspended.
Each mountain is of general specifications, and the entire body is carved with precious jade condensed by spiritual energy. The mountain is 3,600 feet high and has a radius of thirty-six miles. The mountain is as clean as a mirror and densely carved with countless runes as thin as a fly's head.
3.6 billion such huge green mountains are suspended in mid-air. They follow an extremely mysterious trajectory, with an invisible point as the core. These green mountains slowly rotate, outlining each large one in the void. Large and small, extremely complex circles.
The rolling spiritual energy of heaven and earth is constantly being absorbed by these green mountains. With so many mountains gathered together, their power to swallow the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has reached the limit that the void spiritual world can bear. Because of the rapid disappearance of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the void with a radius of nearly ten billion miles has become pitch black, with only the green mountains faintly emitting a faint luster.
At the core of these green mountains, a circular jade platform with a diameter of 3,600 miles is quietly suspended.
On the jade platform are placed tens of thousands of large and small, strange-shaped magical instruments and magic weapons, various flags, flag gates, various altars and sacrificial altars, and all kinds of weird ceremonial instruments are placed in an orderly manner. It keeps vibrating sonorously with the rotation of the surrounding green mountains.
In the Jade Platform Formation, on an altar with nine floors and a height of 27 feet, Saint Linghu and two other old men wearing robes and describing themselves as special were sitting cross-legged on the ground in three positions. Above their heads, a light beam as thick as a fist shot up hundreds of millions of miles high. The light beam eventually turned into a light mist and merged into the void. From time to time, dazzling light sprayed out from where the light beam dissipated.
Saint Linghu has vertical eyes between his brows, and a pair of eyes are born in the palms of his hands.
Another old man had no eyeballs in his eye sockets. Instead, he had a pair of slender hands that were crystal clear and flawless. In the palms of this pair of hands, a rapidly rotating stream of light spurted out billions of cold rays. Countless cold rays shot out three to five feet away and then disappeared directly into the void.
The remaining old man looked very normal at first glance, no different from an ordinary old man. But the earlobes of both of his ears were more than a foot long and drooped in front of his chest. On the earlobes as white as jade, there are hundreds of tiny eyes like sesame seeds growing strangely. These tiny eyes open and close one after another, and occasionally a divine light flashes through them.
Three people were sitting on the jade platform, and in the middle of the three people was a chaotic mist in the shape of a black and white Tai Chi diagram. This mass of mist, which was several feet in diameter, was rotating rapidly, and countless phantoms of earth, water, fire, wind, and wind and clouds were constantly emerging from it.
The three of them each held a token and kept shouting loudly, shooting streams of light into the mist. They kept changing their hand seals, covered in sweat, frantically activating the magic power in their bodies, and tried their best to make the mist undergo some strange changes.
Beside them, beside the jade platform, a white jade-colored ninth-grade lotus platform was quietly suspended. A Qinghuo Taoist wearing a bright red Taoist robe and three Taoist buns on his head sat quietly on the lotus platform. The Taoist held a ruby Ruyi in his hand, and pieces of firelight flashed above his head. Occasionally, a fairy light spread above his head, and transparent golden petals about the size of a palm continued to fall.
These transparent golden petals were generated out of thin air, but when they fell to the ground, they turned into real petals, as if they had just been picked from the flower branches, still carrying fresh dew.
The palm-sized petals are fragrant, and there is purple-gold juice lingering in the faintly translucent petals. If there are master-level alchemists present, they will be able to recognize that these are clearly the petals of the legendary top-level fairy grass 'Golden Pagoda Tree'.
This kind of petals is hard to find in the Holy Spirit Realm. A single petal can be refined into an elixir, which can instantly give a newborn baby overwhelming immortal power.
But for this Taoist, these extremely precious petals are just a trace of the Taoist aura inadvertently leaked from his body. After fused with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the void spiritual world, they are just some useless waste products that are grown out of thin air.
The Taoist looked at the three Linghu saints with a smile, and the red jade Ruyi in his hand shook from time to time. Whenever the number of golden petals on the ground reaches 1080 pieces, he shakes the jade as he wishes, and these golden petals turn into golden light and merge into the black and white mist in the center of the jade platform. This mist rotates at the speed of It will speed up as much as possible.
After about a quarter of an hour, the black and white mist suddenly spread to the surroundings, turning into a light curtain that was hundreds of miles wide and enveloped the entire jade platform. Countless flickering lights and shadows circulated in the light curtain, and after a few breaths, a clear and stable image appeared.
What appeared in the light curtain was the depth of the earth's first full moon in the Yuanlu world. In the underground palace where the old, middle-aged and young people were hiding, Yin Xuege, Linghu Saint and the black shadow were fighting each other. scene.
A trace of strange light mist entwined towards the black shadow in the image. The light mist was densely covered with countless strange runes. There seemed to be countless eyes blinking open and closed on these runes, slowly blending in. caught in the image of the black shadow.
Taoist Qinghui looked at the black shadow and frowned slightly.
"Sure enough, the three fellow Taoists know this very well. He actually attached a ray of spirit to the lower realm of Lan Shuixin's true spirit."
"It's just that this corpse liquid is really vicious. The Seven Treasures Ruyi held by fellow Taoist Linghu are rare Buddhist treasures, and they can't harm his incarnation at all. If he hoards a lot of this corpse liquid, I'm afraid we will have to Find a way to deal with him."
Saint Linghu panted and opened his eyes. He took a deep look at the Taoist and snorted coldly.
"Find the hiding place of his body first, and then let's talk about other things. After so many years, this is our best chance."
The old man with hundreds of eyes constantly opening and closing on his earlobes opened his eyes slightly, opened his mouth and let out a fiery breath.
"No matter how evil it is, there is always a way to deal with such vicious things as the corpse liquid, right? For example, those Buddhist masters in the Holy Spirit Realm, can't they find a way to deal with this thing?"
Taoist Qinghui smiled slightly, waved his hand gently, and sighed lightly.
"This matter... Taoist friend Huangpu was wrong. If the friendship between Pindao and the three Taoists were leaked, I am afraid that those powerful Buddhists would be the first to break into Pindao's dojo and destroy Pindao's people. Taoism. If you want to use their power, don’t even think about it.”
After a slight pause, Taoist Qinghuo warned the three of them very seriously.
"It's okay here, but when you get to the Holy Spirit Realm, you don't even have to think about them. They have reached an incredible state that cannot be fathomed. Even if you think of their names in your mind, their thoughts will follow you like a shadow... You three Human beings are their life and death enemies. I don’t want to get into trouble because of you.”
The one with a pair of palms sticking out of his eyes, that is, the Dugu Saint, the last of the three holy saints of the Holy Saint Dharma Gate, took a deep breath, sweat rolled down his body, and traces of blood were faintly visible in the sweat.
At their level, at their realm, their bodies have been tempered to the point where they are almost indestructible.
It can make them sweat like rain, and even the small blood vessels in their bodies burst continuously, and the sweat is mixed with countless blood streaks. This can only represent how difficult what they are doing now and how much pressure they are under. This kind of pressure is a terror that cannot be easily endured by the three Holy Saints working together, plus the assistance of an unknown Taoist master.
Squirting out a breath that smelled of blood, Saint Dugu nodded slowly.
"After all these years of raising money, there is always a 50% chance."
"Find this animal's lair and use it to attract the attention of those people. We will be 30% more sure."
The three saints were trembling slightly as they tried their best to squeeze out the last drop of mana from their bodies. Taoist Qinghui on the side stopped talking. He gritted his teeth and continued to throw golden petals into the light curtain, supporting the light curtain to become more and more dazzling.
Countless thin hazes slowly merged into the black shadow's body, and some strange changes gradually appeared in the light screen. Images of some messy villages, towns and cities, and some scattered mountains and rivers appeared.
The surrounding green mountains suspended in mid-air were chirping softly, and the invisible terrifying pressure was crushing these green mountains. Some of the outermost mountains had already made a subtle 'gurgling' sound, and dazzling lights were constantly flashing on the edges of the mountains.
Everything seems very smooth and calm, but in fact the three holy saints are using their heavenly power to exert unpredictable magical powers, trying to catch a little bit of subtle breath from the endless chaotic torrent of the heaven and earth. to the presence of certain specific beings.
They stared at the black shadow in the image, watching Saint Linghu's spirit and the black shadow fighting in a stalemate. They watched Yin Xuege join in the fight against the shadow under the bewitchment of Saint Linghu's spirit. The attack of the black shadow.
They prayed silently while using their magical powers. They prayed that the battle between Yin Xuege, Saint Linghu and the black shadow would last a little longer, so that they would have enough time to capture the aura of the black shadow, and through his spirit and his body, The connection can be traced back to the existence of his body.
Across the thick world barrier between the Void Spiritual World and the Yuanlu World, through a trace of the spirit's breath, we can trace the identity of an unpredictable and powerful existence. The three sages have been planning for today's move for many years, and they have made countless arrangements in advance. However, whether they can succeed or not, they themselves are a little uneasy.
If successful, they will be rewarded big time.
If it fails... the three sages are a little worried and a little angry. If today's operation fails, it will not be so easy for them to find such a good opportunity again.
For today's action, they even threw in the disciples from the lower realm as sacrificial chess pieces.
(End of chapter)