Behind the stone tablet, there was only a withered skeleton, a broken stone, a long sword covered with dust, a jade slip, and nothing else.
The withered bones were shimmering with dazzling golden light, circulating endlessly, as if they were being suppressed by countless mountains if they got closer.
Do not desecrate, do not approach.
Xin Zhuo frowned, thinking carefully, and his memory went back to a long, long time ago, when he was thrown into the forbidden area from the big bronze bird, and then got the experience of the innate Xuanyang True Spirit.
Raise your hand and approach again with the appearance of the soul evolving into the innate Xuanyang True Spirit.
"Buzz——"
I was knocked back dozens of feet, feeling confused and almost out of my mind.
He simply raised the Tai Chi jade piece, re-evolved the innate Xuanyang true spirit, and approached cautiously again.
There was a layer of ethereal ripples around the withered bones, and then suddenly turned into ashes and scattered all over the ground, as if the obsession that had persisted for countless thousands of years had finally dissipated.
Xin Zhuo put down the Tai Chi jade tablet, dispersed the rays of the sun all over his body, and bowed respectfully to the ashes. This senior Lu Yuangong, in order to repay the grace of saving his life, risked his life to enter this place. He is a passionate person. A person worthy of respect.
Then he walked towards the broken stone, long sword and jade slip.
The stone should be some kind of true source. It was used by Lu Yuan Gong to seal the original power of Yuan Dynasty back then. Unfortunately, it is gone. I am afraid it was taken away by Li Qing.
The name of the long sword is "Fei Dang". I don't know what kind of material it is made of. It doesn't have the strength of 100,000 yuan to lift it.
In the jade slip, there is a mental method [Qing Rui Yuan Ling], which is a skill practiced by senior Lu Yuangong. Its characteristic is that every magical power can be doubled, and it can be used to kill as much as possible. The Wuji Emperor realm and beyond!
Now without the obsessive protection of Lu Yuan Gong’s corpse, the jade slip and the sword are both dead objects.
He put it away and looked around, seeing nothing else.
According to the statement on the stone tablet, Lu Yuangong left behind the Moon-watching Well, the Twelfth Grade Good Fortune Lotus Platform, the Fusang Spiritual Root, the Huangzhongli Spiritual Root, the Dragon Soul of Qingxu, the River of Time, and the Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Paths The beginning of the Yuan Dynasty!
Now the twelve-level creation moral lotus platform is with Zhao Yizhu. Wangyuejing and the backtracking river have opened up the path of immortality trial to send them away. There are still Fusang spiritual roots, Huangzhongli spiritual roots, Qingxu dragon souls, and Jiuxi dragon souls left. One thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Tao Yuan Tao Bei, but they are all gone. They must have been taken away by Li Qing?
The origin of this person is indeed terrifying. No wonder I have always been afraid of him for no reason. Considering his identity and Lu Yuangong's possession of a god from another world, who is his opponent? I'm afraid even the "initial" life-saving magic power will be difficult to defeat him!
Xin Zhuo used Feidang Sword to dig a hole in the corner, buried Lu Yuangong's ashes, set up a tombstone, and then walked out of the hole.
The storm of immortal resentment and evil spirits outside became more turbulent and majestic. From the ground to the infinite sky, there was billowing black smoke. Countless broken immortal shadows roared back and forth. The scene was very scary, but only around the old tree that could regenerate, the wind and waves were calm. , not even a leaf moved.
Xin Zhuo frowned, walked to the big tree, looked at it for a long time, and sighed softly. Li Qing finally did not take away everything. He raised the jade slip with his left hand, and the Feidang sword with his right hand. Toward the tree trunk.
"Buzz——"
A tall tree with graceful beauty and powerful repairing power suddenly rises from the ground. Its roots, trunk, and banyan trees are all brightly colored, and the flames on it are soaring into the sky. This kind of flame has reached a certain extreme. If it weren't for the protection of Feidang Sword and Jade Slip, Xin Zhuo's soul would not be able to survive for three breaths.
This tree should be one of Fusang Linggen and Huangzhongli Linggen?
Unfortunately, he couldn't control it and could only guide it to follow him away.
With a wave of his hand, the big tree turned into a ball of flaming saplings and fell on the blade of the sword.
Xin Zhuo looked at the place where Zhao Yizhu, Shen Gongyan and Chi Ling left. He looked at it for a long time. I wonder what year and month it was when we said goodbye and saw each other again?
The ancient path of longevity?
At dusk, he turned his back to the hazy sunset and turned around to leave, just like he had been returning from outside with Zhao Yizhu every day for hundreds of years.
He didn't know where to return to the human world, but he just kept walking.
With the spiritual root saplings and Fei Dangjian opening the way, the storm of immortal resentment billowed in front, like a dark curtain of light that opened up from the middle without any obstruction.
Moving forward step by step, day after day, year after year, it seems like there will be no end.
After an unknown amount of time, the storm of immortal resentment finally disappeared, and an endless stretch of green mountains and green waters appeared in front of it, vast and dead silence, not to mention people, not even birds or animals.
He looked back at the abandoned immortal sea where he had been for a long time, and then ran straight into the distance.
I don’t know how long I walked, but at the end of the dead mountain range, ten figures suddenly jumped up. They were rich in spiritual energy. Five men and five women, wearing hunting robes, emerged from the vast world. But at this moment, their faces had a look of fear. An old man raised his hand and asked Said: "Senior...who is it?"
A girl also said in a trembling voice: "Why did you come out of the sea of waste immortals?" Xin Zhuo looked at the ten people, cultivators, too weak, too weak , glanced at the sky in the distance, and asked with a vicissitude of voice: "Is this the world of cultivation?"
The girl said: "That's right!"
Xin Zhuo said: " How to get to the human world? ”
The ten people looked at each other: "Are you a human warrior?"
A human warrior...
Xin Zhuo shook his head and laughed: "What is the difference between this human warrior and the Nine Heavens Mountain and Sea Immortal?"< br>
"The difference is huge! The Immortal Martial War has just ended, and the forces are not at odds!"
Ten people quickly flew to ten directions, each recruiting immortal soldiers to intercept and kill.
Xin Zhuo said gently: "Not many people in Jiutian Mountain and Sea dare to take action against me, so why should you?"
He waved the Feidang Sword at will.
"Boom——"
The entire mountain range, a hundred thousand miles away, turned into flying ash and dust in an instant.
“Creak…”
The mountains burst with splashes, flying sand and rocks, and countless cracks split into the distance.
The ten cultivators were like ten dead leaves in a storm, screaming and flying backwards.
Xin Zhuo reached the girl in one step and asked again: "How to walk in the world?"
The girl gritted her teeth and roared: "I, the Fengyu True Immortal, have been practicing hard for thousands of years, how can I... "
Looking at Xin Zhuo's eyes as he spoke, he completely collapsed: "The only way is to go to the nine-million-mile sky to the east, go to the nine-line sky of the warriors, and then go to the world!"
Xin Zhuo nodded: "Thank you!"
He raised his feet and ran straight to the east, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
The ten girls looked at each other, and a middle-aged man sternly scolded: "Urgently recruit all the masters of the ancient sects in the world of cultivation and all the heavenly immortals to snipe and kill this person. This person walked out of the Sea of Wasted Immortals. I’m afraid I’ve got some secret!”
……
The journey of nine million miles is not that far. Xin Zhuo traveled thousands of miles in an instant and saw all the world of cultivation along the way. scenery.
For him now, this place is not particularly unfamiliar. It was here when he and Zhao Yizhu first came.
It’s just that the memory was not a good one.
Looking around, he saw the lives of countless cultivating sects and countless juniors with immortal style, killing people and grabbing treasures, venturing into secret realms, being intimate with Taoist couples, exchanging items in the market, and not bullying young people into poverty...< br>
He couldn't help but laugh. This is the real cultivation. It's actually quite good. He can't see the true face of the panic world. If those things hadn't happened to Zhao Yizhu back then, would he have gone through this kind of hard cultivation and become an immortal? process?
Of course, because of his appearance, the masters in the cultivation world gathered and blocked him, as if something terrible had happened that shook the entire cultivation world.
Until an immortal from the lower realm of Jiutian Mountain and Sea stepped on the auspicious clouds, and in the eyes of hundreds of thousands of powerful cultivators, he went straight to Xinzhuo. Then his arrogant expression suddenly dropped, he fell down, and paid homage: "Xiaoxian has met the Zhenwu Heavenly King. Please feel free to do so, Heavenly King!" (End of this chapter)