Chapter 2222 221. The magpie's nest is occupied, and the ancestor returns to his position (6.0K characters - please subscribe)
Deep in the sea of bitterness, the nameless island.
Song Yan's body was sweeping and he had already reached the depths of the island.
A crystal-shaped skeleton was sitting cross-legged, with nothing in front of him.
Song Yan was not surprised that there was never sweet plum next to the Tao. How could it be the turn of later generations to be born under the eyes of the Lord of Heaven and Earth? If it was his turn, he would have to be vigilant again.
The mysterious breeze rippled again.
Song Yan looked at it and saw that the obsession in the air touched the crystal skeleton, which naturally turned into a breeze after being purified.
Even though this bone still remains fragrant even if it dies, it sits in the middle of the sea of suffering, as if it wants to pass on the obsession of the demons in the world.
An inexplicable respect arose from the bottom of his heart.
Thinking of Ning Daozhen, the mysterious old man from the "Tianqi Sword Palace" in the void before, Song Yan vaguely realized that the white stone he accidentally touched was most likely to belong to this skeleton, at least it has a lot to do with this skeleton.
In the past, Ning Daozhen revealed the pit buried by the ancestor Wuxiang in one sentence, and made him decisively discard the black and white double dragon bracelet.
Now, this mysterious skeleton helped him reborn from the fire, realized his true natal artistic conception, and his natal text solved the Fire Demon Dragon.
"The grace of saving life, the grace of rebirth
Although this cause and effect was done by the predecessors, isn’t this a fate between you and me?
Unfortunately, I don’t know who my predecessor’s surname and what glorious deeds he has.
But if I think about it, I can't recognize the power of it. It's just like a canine looking at the sky, which makes the senior laugh. ”
Song Yan smiled casually, then looked at the bone, then knelt down respectfully, supported his hands, kowtowed three times, and then turned around and left.
There were no adventures, no accidents, and no kowtow to reveal the inheritance of magical skills.
This is just the respect of a grateful young man for his ancestors.
Song Yan's heart was unprecedentedly fulfilled.
He got up and laughed.
But at the end of the mountain, the vitality is revealed, and the sky is endless.
He lived to die, what else in the world is happier than this?
He came to the edge of the island, with his hands slightly folded, and looked at the dark waves of bitter sea, and took a step.
No ripples spread.
He continued to step.
It is clearly that all the obsessive demons long for the soul are exposed so uncovered, and these obsessive demons should swarm in like hungry wolf, but nothing happened
It seems like the immortal Yuxiao is tired of the fairy wine, stepping into the vast ocean, walking freely in the garden, without ripples every step, and without cause and effect.
The deep black ocean, pure white human form, crystal clear and long hair, is so out of place, but so heart-shaking.
Song Yan put his hands on the sea of bitterness, and the world like hell in the eyes of the divine infant transforming into gods was no different from the ordinary ground in his eyes.
The word "free" in the small way of heaven is "free". Those who understand it will not be affected by such cause and effect.
Song Yan walked on the sea of suffering for a long time.
Although there is no scenery, there are obsessions with others.
He remembered the regression of the scenery on both sides before crossing the journey, but at this time the scenery changed into obsession.
He looked at the obsessions all the way, and looked at the things that others could not let go until death. How many regrets, how many regrets, how many regrets, how many cannot be compensated?
His heart has not yet grown old, but he inevitably has a little more emotion and wind and frost. He said intimately: "Only thoughts are like fire, burning all his life, but in heaven and earth, it is a drop in the ocean." ’
‘But is the obsession wrong? ’
‘The obsession is right, the wrong thing is that the obsession is too weak. ’
‘If obsession can surpass the Buddha’s voice, which Buddha can say that the four elements are empty? If you are above the sea of suffering, even the Lord of Heaven and Earth needs to be seen by the Prime Minister. How could it be so small? ’
One day, a dazzling golden color appeared in the distance.
Song Yan knew it.
That is a mysterious yellow substance.
The other side of this sea of suffering is actually an island made of mysterious and yellow matter.
But after another thought, he realized that the ruins in the void that were exploring the mysterious yellow matter were another destructive world?
If this world is destroyed, the mysterious yellow substances he sees at this time may not have become resources that others seek. This earth may not be full of life in the underworld.
He thought and moved forward.
Two distinct forks soon appeared on the island.
Going to the left, there is a purple list that runs through the sky and the earth, with blurred names on the list. Obviously, this is the list of gods. Those who enter the God List are protected by the Lord of Heaven and Earth and are also driven by them.
To the right, there is a dark path. At the end of the path, there is a simple and ancient square, like a teleportation array, Song Yan had known from Linghan Deng that this was the place to the immortal throne.
The immortal position has no shelter, it just goes to the teleportation array, and the teleportation array will send you to an isolated island on the edge of the world.
On that isolated island, you can obtain temporary six qualifications and the favor of the Sun-Sun projection fire, which will spend thousands of years to improve and make your power pure.
From relying on heaven and earth to having one's own independent "power of one realm", and at the same time, further comprehend the words of one's own destiny.
"The power of one realm" is the power;
The natal text is the law.
The great way is minimalist and complicated, but in fact it is just a force and law.
However, this power and this method have far exceeded ordinary people's imagination, just like an ants cannot understand why humans can explode their power and punch.
For other half-step god-transforming monks, even if they completed this step and completely digested the power of the Taiyin and Sun projection fire, their natal texts had only been comprehended for half. However, Song Yan had not yet set foot here, but the natal texts had reached a progress of 60%.
It seems to have many advantages, but the hardships in it are unimaginable.
Song Yan did not hesitate and went straight to the right.
It doesn’t matter whether you become an immortal or not. You don’t want to hang a circle around your neck and then hand the rope to others.
brush.
A figure emerged on an island deep in the sea of bitterness.
Song Yan sat cross-legged in the center of the island and looked over his head.
The sky here is already void.
As he arrived, the haze in the void never moved, without any movement.
Song Yan was stunned for a moment, because in the memory he got from Linghan Lantern, as long as he landed on the island, the sun and the moon would appear naturally, and then he could withstand the light.
Why did he come but not?
Soon, he had the answer.
Others come here and have bodies, that is, the natal secret treasure, but his natal secret treasure has completely disappeared because the natal secret treasure is also a kind of bondage?
However, Song Yan was not panicked.
The word "free" in the small heavenly way seems to have embarked on another completely different path than that of a normal monk.
Normal cultivators need to work hard to practice, turn their natal secret treasures into natal realm embryos, and then turn their natal realm embryos into natal secret realm, and then bind them to their natal secret realm, and they will be prosperous and both honor and humiliate.
The free monk can directly "occupy the magpie's nest" and only need to understand the Dharma, that is, the small heavenly way of writing is stronger than the other party, and have the opportunity to seize everything from others and make the cultivation of flesh and blood into their own strength; if others have died, then the power of the power is still there, and then they can still be transformed and enjoy the joy of others, and that is, the realm is better than others, and the same is true.
Song Yan took a brief observation and left the island, stepped into the sea of bitterness used to isolate the island, and soon came to another island.
Take a look.
The island is deserted.
He continued to walk and came to the second island again.
Look again.
The island was hazy, and it was obvious that someone seemed to be injured and was recovering quickly, so he didn't even notice that he was approaching.
Song Yan continued to walk.
As he walked, he also gained a deeper understanding of this place called "Level 3 Cultivation and Xuandi Land".
Compared with the level 1 and level 2 cultivating resources, open and secret battles, the danger of level 3 cultivating land exists in another place, that is, resisting the invasion of underworld creatures.
Every island here with a god-transforming monk is the front line. Most of the invading underworld creatures will randomly land on these islands, basically once every three thousand years, which is the great catastrophe of the ancient tribe every three thousand years.
The evil treasures that were exhausted when the god-transforming monk came were unable to "return" and return to the human world. They could only fight against underworld creatures on this island, and at the same time, in this confrontation, they further realized the small heavenly text in order to further reach the so-called Xuanhuang realm.
Every monk here is lonely. They have made a lot of effort. If they want to return to the world, they can only use the anchor point of their clan to seize the younger generation. But in this way, the island is empty. I really don’t know what will happen until the next three thousand-year disaster.
Or like Ling Han Ding, he reached an agreement with the Lord of Heaven and Earth, and then explored the sea of suffering, and sought to avoid the secret of the ultimate doomsday disaster in the sea of suffering. Even if three thousand years have passed, the Lord of Heaven and Earth will follow the agreement to help him take down the underworld creatures.
This is the rule of level 3 cultivation of Xuandi.
Level 3 cultivation of Xuandi means painting the island as a prison, and one island locks a person.
The monks here either go further or die here.
Song Yan shook his head slightly.
He could not be locked by an island.
Fortunately, he can freely travel back and forth to the sea of suffering.
If cause and effect are not involved, isn’t this the power of freedom?
Just as she was thinking, Song Yan suddenly paused and looked slightly like an island. He saw a passage exit suddenly appearing above the island. There was something in the exit that was emitting the aura of the underworld and lifeless, and the leader was a corpse with strange corpse spots floating all over his body.
In the past, Song Yan didn't recognize the corpse spot, but now he can see at a glance that the corpse spot is just a word "sacrificial".
The god-transforming monk on the island suddenly sat up, murmured, "How did you come so early?", and then started fighting with the underworld creatures.
Song Yan frowned slightly.
A leaf falls to know autumn, and what he sees is only part of the overall situation. Since there is an invasion of underworld creatures here, there are many other places.
He glanced at the panel, and through his life span, he knew that a hundred years had passed since he entered the sea of suffering.
But there should be four or five hundred years before the great disaster of heaven and earth that once every three thousand years.
‘Then is this invasion ahead of time? ’
‘The heaven and earth are shattered and invasion is intensified. ’
Song Yan was watching, and suddenly his heart moved. The Xuanlong sword that was in his soul began to buzz and tremble.
He quickly sacrificed the Xuanlong Sword.
The Xuanlong sword rotated quickly like a compass, and soon designated a place. Song Yan followed the trail and saw an empty island.
The island is not abandoned, and there are no people, but there are underworld creatures wandering around.
The underworld energy is filled with the entire island, and there are clear footprints on the edge of the island. It is obvious that because no one guards this island, some underworld creatures that invaded here have successfully "escaped" and entered the sea of suffering. They think they will go with the flow to the world, and then form a soul threshold.
Song Yan felt it again.
I suddenly felt that this immortal position was empty. The immortal was dead, but the secret realm he had nurtured was still there. This immortal position was the formless immortal position. ‘I really have fate, so I am the ancestor of Wuxiang. ’
Song Yan landed on the island in one step.
The underworld creatures pounced on him.
Song Yan cut off the underworld creatures on the island like cutting tofu, and then let out a breath.
The air is like spring breeze, crossing the underworld, and the breath that is not affected by cause and effect pushes away all the energy of the underworld here.
He came to the center of the island and then used the word "freedom" of the small heavenly way. In a moment, a connection gradually condensed between him and the "Fakeless Immortal Statue".
As he condensed, he gradually understood the current situation of the Ancient Clan's ancestral lineage.
His brows couldn't help but frown slightly.
Just as Song Yan was floating and slumping in the sea of suffering, the time on earth had passed a hundred years.
This century is the most intense and tragic century.
The demons prey on the ground, and the heavens and man are in conflict.
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Tang Yanzhang, who practiced the "Nine-Dao Crazy Sword Art", vowed to chase after the footsteps of the "Sword Episode" and vowed to become the new ancestor of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, failed in the low-level Xiuxuan Realm, and was defeated by the hands of the poisonous dragon, and then died in the battle.
The intensification of the situation made the world look like a terminally ill body, dying and lying on a bed, and all kinds of problems are flooding the body.
The secret realms of the gods and the secret realms of immortals that have lost their ancestors were all mobilized one by one to block the entrances of the soul threshold, thinking that the world will breathe and fight for a little time.
The ancient Wuxiang tribe lost its ancestor and naturally became an "abandoned chess piece" and was used to fill the soul blocking threshold.
Perhaps the Lord of Heaven and Earth was disgusted with Tang Changsheng, who betrayed the cooperation between heaven and earth and heavenly demons, forcibly sent all the Wuxiang Ancient Clan and even the existences related to this Clan back to the secret realm, and then threw them towards a very terrifying soul threshold————Black Lotus Soul Threshold.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang bang bang! !
The natural disaster water beasts at the level of the divine infants were shattered like earthworms. As for the dense natural disaster water beasts that followed the dragon, they were already full of holes, as if they were eaten by some picky monster and looked bumpy.
Quantity, in this power, is meaningless.
Boom!
Under the red clouds, a tsunami broke out again in the vast sea. With the sound of rolling thunder and the rapidly decreasing temperature, clusters of water clouds came from afar.
There are dragons exploring their claws outside the clouds, and there are dragons with ice crystal scales in the clouds.
These dragons broke the water curtain one after another, pierced towards the deep black sea, and then came to the bottom of the sea, passing the tragically dead ice crystal dragons and natural disaster beasts, and then stirred up numerous ripples in space and disappeared into a secret realm.
In the secret realm, the goddess in blue was no longer as charming and cold as she was. At this time, she sat on a high cliff with disheveled hair, waved her hand and bounced out a series of sound waves, and hit the dark hole in the distance.
The people below each fought for their own battles.
The natural disaster ice crystal dragon flew past their heads, but ignored these people at all, but rushed towards the same cave entrance.
The hole was bottomless, like a torn hole on a piece of paper.
In that hole, there was a strange black lotus blooming beautifully.
The lotus blooms twelve petals. If you look closely, the petals are all flames.
The flames burned the weak space to avoid obstacles in this place, allowing the underworld creatures behind them to step into this place without any obstacles.
The underworld corpse monster at the level of the divine baby became a minion.
The underworld corpse is crawling out.
Tang Ning's eyes were bloodshot and full of despair.
Beside Tang Ning's heart, the small Anli, the beautiful Yu Xuanwei, and Wang Susu have all returned.
The three women were forcibly pulled in, and they didn't understand why, and they were also using their strength to fight hard at this time.
Suddenly, a scream came from below.
Tang Ningxin looked at it, but saw another tribe member twisting his neck by the underworld corpse and throwing it aside at will.
"It's all your fault!" Tang Ning suddenly couldn't suppress her heart. She looked at Yu Xuanwei and other women, and roared hysterically, "If it weren't for you, Song Yan wouldn't have come back, the ancestor wouldn't have died, and we wouldn't have ended up like this!"
After saying that, she clenched her lips and tears rolled down her face.
Finally she couldn't help it and began to cry, murmured "Why is this happening, why?"
However, the only thing that responded to her was screaming.
Even though the Divine Infant Natural Disaster Beasts continue to join the battle, more and more tribe members are still dying.
In the past hundred years, she has already plucked up the greatest courage and used the greatest strength to revive the ancient clan, but now everything is in vain and everything has come to an end.
Tang Ningxin wiped away the tears, got up and flew up, with red eyes, facing the endless ignorant and suburban creatures. Suddenly, she seemed to feel something, retreated back to the cliff, and perplexedly sensed the mysterious connection. She immediately murmured with a look of worry and expectation, "Original Ancestor?" Is it the ancestor? Is it you? ’
Song Yan successfully obtained the body of the ancestor Wuxiang, and felt the connection between Tang Ningxin and said in his heart: "Sure enough, Xiao Ningxin and the ancestor Wuxiang have always been in contact. ’
However, he did not reply because he had more important things to do.
After a moment.
Song Yan returned to his immortal island.
This time, the haze disappeared and disappeared in a moment. It was a day and a month.
The sun and the moon did not meet each other, but at this time they were in the air at the same time, chasing each other and being free and one.
The sun was fierce and the moon was bright and soft, and the light fell on Song Yan at this time.
This is not the real sun, but just a projection.
The function of this projection fire is to further refine the "natal realm embryo" and turn it into the "natal secret realm".
However, Song Yan already possessed the "natal secret realm".
The Taiyin and Sun Fire became nowhere to go. Song Yan felt this, and his five fingers were weak and began to slowly gather the projection fire.
Soon, another tributary of a pure white long river that separated the tributary landed on Song Yan.
This is the "temporary six-path qualification", and its function is to help practitioners nurture "people of the clan" and form a blood anchor.
However, there were already tribe members in Song Yan's "natal secret realm".
The temporary six qualifications became nowhere to go, and turned into a pure reincarnation perception and fell on Song Yan. Song Yan closed his eyes and experienced it carefully.
一瞬显，一瞬灭。
For others, something that needs at least three thousand years of digestion, and for Song Yan, who has amazing wisdom, it will be accomplished in a moment.
Song Yan glanced at the panel.
【Realm: Transformation of God】
[Little Heavenly Dao Text: Freedom (90/100)]
而其指尖则多了一缕神秘且充斥着伟力的金色火焰，焰中金色渐次变化，看似皆金，实则有太阳之酷烈，有明月之皎寒。
Song Yan looked at the flames, then at the free progress, and looked up his head and took a deep breath. The free air made him feel extremely comfortable.
And his further understanding of "the words of "little heaven are free" made him feel that he is filled with a mysterious and mysterious power.
After a little insight, he immediately understood.
If he says "60" progress, he will not be involved in cause and effect and will take over the body at will.
Then when he progressed "90", he could already be extremely difficult to peek. Once he had lost his flesh and blood, he would not have any idea of finding him unless his strength was far higher than him.
"The ancestor?"
"The ancestor?"
Xiao Ningxin's voice came from time to time.
Song Yan finally said "hmm".
Tang Ning burst into tears and laughed, and she was ecstatic. She could not have thought that the ancestor was not dead.
She shouted happily: "The ancestor is still there, and the ancestor is still there. Everyone retreats and form a front together. As long as the ancestor returns, there is still hope!"
本已到了强弩之末，在挣扎等死的无相古族族人们眼中重拾希望。
Hope flashed in Yu Xuanwei and others' eyes.
Who wants to die if you can survive?
On the ground where the black lotus blooms, the ice crystal dragon soars through the sky, and in the dark holes, the bitter sea creatures are still crawling out.
At this moment, a dead Wuxiang Ancient Clan member suddenly moved. Tang Ningxin took the lead and saw a pure and transparent soul floating.
The soul and eyes were raised, and the crystal clear silver hair floated like a water grass.
Tang Ningxin felt that this soul was so familiar and strange.
She closed her eyes and rubbed her eyebrows, but after closing her eyes, she suddenly forgot what she saw just now. It seemed to be a contour, but she no longer remembered what the contour looked like.
She hurriedly opened her eyes again and calmed down. This time she saw the soul clearly and the appearance of the soul clearly.
Extraordinary complexity and contradictory feelings instantly tear her mind apart.
‘He is Song Yan! ! ’
‘He is the ancestor! ! ’
‘Song Yan is the ancestor! ! ’
She looked at the pure white soul in shock.
And Anli, Yu Xuanwei, Wang Susu, Tang Xiaokong, Tang Yi, Princess Xi and others all followed their eyes.
Song Yan was originally without a body, and with the help of the soul anchor point, he came directly to the secret realm of his natal life that belonged to him at this time.
At this time, he was standing in front of an underworld corpse. The corpse corpse spots were scattered, obscure and mysterious, holding a rotten giant axe in his hand.
But in the eyes of this underworld corpse, Song Yan was completely transparent.
It is not involved in cause and effect, has no body, and covers the soul.
Song Yan raised his hand and sword.
The Xuanlong Sword is the peak treasure of the God Transformation, which can cut flesh and blood, soul, and divine thoughts.
After the sword passed, the head of the underworld corpse flew directly.
The headless underworld corpse stood in a daze. It had no wisdom. If there was, it would definitely be amazed at what happened.
Pure white soul looked calm, holding a long sword in his hand, and his body turned and swept rapidly like light in the soul threshold where the black lotus bloomed, so fast that even the afterimage was not left behind.
Wherever they went, the underworld creatures could not resist and fell down one by one like grass.
(This chapter ends)