"This land..."
The black cloak spoke slowly, facing the members of the Nine Profound Sect who were sitting outside the Jingling Terrace.
"Not your..."
Sad for my homeland, I can't help but see it.
"is ours!"
He repeated, as if swearing something.
The sound of rushing water was suddenly louder than it was, and figures—pale, cold, and lifeless—jumped up from the Xiangtan Lake shrouded in black mist, and walked stiffly towards Jingling Terrace.
It is those tens of thousands of people in Guanghan County in the water of Xiangtan Lake in Shenyu.
After so many years, they "see the sun again" for the first time.
Pale corpses dragged the wet algae ashore, and walked towards the black tower with wet steps. In front of the Jingling Terrace, He Qingchuan and the others used the formation formed by the avatar formation to circulate, and the light was shining. If the water corpse stepped into the formation, it would be burned to ashes from head to toe.
However, under the control of the black cloak, those corpses that had already lost their intelligence came one after another, walking into the formation like a tide.
There were too many water corpses, which consumed part of the power of the formation, and the black cloak freed up his hands to mobilize the devil energy to accelerate the erosion of the Jingling Terrace. Originally, because of He Qingchuan's transformation of the formation, Ye Huo, who had made up for the flaws in the formation and was barely equal to the magic energy, was now retreating one by one.
The pitch-black devilish energy slowly moved upwards, gradually eroding into the center of the Jingling Terrace.
The Jingling Terrace was originally cast from black rock. At this time, the karmic fire was suppressed by the demonic energy, and the scene of the demonic energy sweeping upwards looked a bit like the Jingling Terrace was gradually restoring its essence.
However, Jingling Terrace, which has been eroded by the devilish energy, now exudes a completely different aura.
In the original majesty, there is already a hint of evil.
Jingling Taichung, Wen Renjiu opened the passage connecting the ancient emperor's burial site.
The flames of Wenren Jiu's heart were already crimson at this time, big drops of sweat fell down his cheeks, and the fire of karma rolled around him like a tide. He pressed the hand in the space channel, the veins on the back of the hand were bulging, and the joints were pale.
Sure enough, the past dynasties of the Jiuxuan sect masters did not have a simple role.
When his karma got out of control, when the head of the sect suppressed him, he still didn't forget to squeeze his labor and let him look at the Jiuxuanmen Library for so long. Now that he had finally left Jiuxuanmen, Yi Heping entrusted him with such a life-threatening task - to maintain the stability of the space channel while bearing the coercion of the ancient emperor.
Wen Renjiu almost wondered if it was because he had been repeatedly unstable in the refining industry over the years and accidentally burned some things on the main peak of Jiuxuanmen, so he offended the ruthless head of the sect, and was sent to do it. This kind of narrow escape.
With cold sweat dripping from his forehead, Wen Renjiu was carrying the ancient emperor's coercion that was not relieved by the changes in the space channel, while outputting true energy with one hand, maintaining the space channel.
But things haven't gotten much better.
If it is just to maintain the space channel, it can still be done with his cultivation base.
But right now, he still has to deal with the coercion of the ancient emperor, otherwise, as soon as this nearly revived ancient emperor's will rushes out of the passage, the three little guys from the Nine Profound Sect outside will die without a single breath.
And, to make matters worse...
The collapse and distortion of the space channel is rapidly accelerating.
Wen Renjiu knew in his heart that there must be drastic changes outside, someone was taking control of Jingling Terrace - under the double protection of karmic fire and formation, he could erode Jingling Terrace, the opponent's background might be bigger than he imagined.
"In the end, you still have the foresight."
Wen Renjiu turned pale, smiled wryly, and laughed at himself.
At first he found Shen Ye's anxiety hard to understand, but now when he really faced the power hidden in the dark, he finally understood—Shen Ye was right.
Being able to invite an existence of this level to do it, what is hidden in the dark is already a force that even the eight sects of the Immortal Sect have to deal with with all their strength.
"Skynet, Skynet is about to start."
Before leaving the sect, Yi Heping came to see him and said so.
Now, Wen Renjiu has also seen the corner of the sky net shrouded in the dark.
Unexpectedly, one day, someone wants to take action against the giant of the Eight Sects of Xianmen, which stands up to the Twelve Dynasties
Wenren Jiu thought about it.
There has been a large amount of distortion in the space channel. Wen Renjiu estimates that no matter how smooth the progress is, Jun Wanbai and the others will not exceed one-third of the progress in refining the "Three Profound Emperors" by this time.
"It's a bit difficult..."
He said softly, looking up.
The light of karma fell on his face, and the flames on his forehead were as red as blood. In front is the coercion of the ancient emperor, the kind of heavy coercion like the whole deep sea, with twisted spaces on the left and right. If this continues, until the true energy is exhausted, he will either be involved in the completely collapsed space, or he will no longer be able to bear the coercion of the ancient emperor, and die on the spot.
But if he withdraws at this time, and then uses the space connection between Jingling Terrace and other Qingming Pagodas, he can be teleported to other Qingming Pagodas, so he will be safe and sound.
only…
Can he do it
This kind of thing that leaves the three juniors outside and runs away by itself.
The space where Wenren Jiu was located had faintly overlapped... He had to make a decision.
"Let's go." Wen Renjiu burst out laughing. Anyway, compared to Shen Ye, he has lived so much longer, so he should pay for the loss of the things that burned down the main peak of Jiuxuanmen several times. "Surnamed Shen, you Owe me a favor!"
He said to himself, freed up one hand, and raised two fingers to point at the flame between his eyebrows.
When the index finger touched the flame, all the karma in the passage seemed to freeze for a moment.
The next moment, all the flames were dyed with a trace of gold from the bottom.
He completely ignited the fire of karma.
Yehuo, as the ancient emperor's punishment for those who stole their power for future generations, has always been something that cultivators are afraid of. Just a single star that appeared during the tribulation is enough to make people's heads big. What was sealed between Wenren's nine eyebrows was the core of Ye Huo, which he once took from a secret realm in the Ten Thousand Immortals Era.
It was the Chiyan Yehuo that was once used as one of the Three Emperors in the Ten Thousand Immortals Era, the lighting fire of the Baidi Imperial City.
For so many years, he has never dared to fully ignite the fire of karma. At first, he accidentally ignited it completely once, and he lost control immediately. He was suppressed in Jiuxuanmen for many years before he mastered some.
Chi Yan has always been in a sealed state.
But these days, Wenren Jiu felt that Chi Yan seemed to be more active than before.
—Is this a harbinger of it
As the saying goes, if a good swimmer drowns in water, does the arsonist also burn in the fire
When the flame is plated with gold, the passage seems to be gilded. The space channel was still collapsing, but Wen Renjiu didn't care about the channel anymore. He stood up, his whole body was covered with a layer of flames, and he walked directly in the blazing flames.
He walked to the end of the passage and sat cross-legged.
The flame coiled like gold, slowly forming a circular seal.
Wen Renjiu allowed the space channel to collapse completely, and used the scarlet flames in his brows to forcefully form a seal on the entrance connecting the buried bones, so that even if the space channel completely collapsed, the ancient emperor's will would be blocked by the seal .
just like this...
He will completely lose his consciousness in the flames.
He will be assimilated by the red fire.
He will turn into Chi Yan.
Wenrenjiu suddenly remembered that when he met Bailishu that day, he said "I am not the elder Jiuxuan" - so what is this
He was obviously protecting the three little fellows of Jiuxuan Sect, but he also said that he was not the elder of Jiuxuanmen.
"I didn't protect them, I was returning the favor of Jiuxuanmen."
Wen Renjiu said this to herself.
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The ancient picture scroll was suspended in front of Jun Wanbai, Li Xin and Chu Zhiyuan.
The ancient scroll was not opened, but just like that, the space where it was suspended showed a distorted posture, as if this space could not carry the power of the ancient scroll.
Jun Wanbai, Li Xin, and Chu Zhiyuan sat around the ancient scroll, with cold sweat on their foreheads.
Even with the ancient seal, it is still not an easy task for them to refine the "Three Profound Emperors Picture". It's hard to imagine what kind of people the Gu Clan's eighteenth generation was able to accomplish such a thing as causing the ancient emperor to fall.
However, all of a sudden, Jun Wanbai and the others felt that the pressure suddenly eased, and the speed of refining accelerated.
When they opened their eyes, they saw that the entire dark Jingling Terrace had turned into a bright golden color, and the entire tower was enveloped in golden flames. The tower was full of magnificence and splendor, as gorgeous as a divine realm.
And their bodies were also wrapped in golden flames.
None of Jun Wanbai and the others knew what happened.
"Refine the emperor map with all your strength, and teleport away immediately after success."
Just when the three of them were surprised, the voice of the Ninth Elder rang in their ears.
Hard, stern and indifferent.
Jun Wanbai and the three of them looked at each other, knowing that it was the Ninth Elder helping them, and they didn't have time to think about why the other party would suddenly change their plans. After the three of them closed their eyes, they tried their best to refine Huang Tu.
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On the Jingling Terrace, which had been mostly eroded by demons, suddenly a dazzling golden light erupted.
The golden flames covered the entire Jingling Terrace in a blink of an eye, and the towers looked just like those golden-walled pagodas in Fanyin Pavilion. They were shining like pure gold, and they were as dazzling as the sun in the drowsy world.
The moment the red gold flames erupted, the devilish energy quickly dissipated like the snow of the red fire.
The black cloak jerked back a distance.
He seemed to have suffered a lot of injuries when the demonic energy was forced back from the Jingling Terrace.
"The fire of red flame?"
He let out a low voice, not hiding his shock.
In his astonished eyes, red flames erupted, and the entire tower turned into a torch. In an instant, the world in front of him was only golden.
After the golden color dissipated, Jingling Terrace no longer existed.