Chapter 124 123. Entering the boundary
In the blink of an eye, it is late autumn, and the mountains and fields are covered in red.
Only the old camphor tree that blocks out the sky and sun is evergreen and still green.
However, this tree has not occupied the dragon for a long time.
Somewhere in the mountains, red maples fell. Li Xi'an reached out to take the leaves and exhaled longly. At the same time, the sword array filled with purple mist and glow gathered behind them.
In his other hand he held a golden flute.
A small world is not just a small world. That was the once complete Taoist tradition of Kyushu, and it would not stop functioning because of the loss of Hengxiao Jin Ni. The foundation of the Taoism is still there, the protective array, the rules are vivid, and the chain of order engraved on that land, these things that have been accumulated for millions of years, can easily crush any emperor in the extreme palace realm. According to what Jin Xiao said, these cornerstones within the Taoist tradition are enough to suppress ordinary Zhenyi who enters the game. The ancestors with one to five statues cannot even find the true face of Hengxiao Jinni.
This is the Nine Image True One.
In the eyes of these monsters, the creatures with the same title of "ancestor" are still weak.
Li Xi'an needed to spend time learning Hengxiao Jinni's method. This was not following the path of this ancestor. He simply studied the method. The foundation of the Taoism laid down by Hengxiao Jinni could naturally be avoided by using Hengxiao Jinni's method. The Lixia Sword Formation is enough to compete and suppress many Supreme Palace Realm emperors. In this small world, the number of Taoist Supreme Palace Realm emperors standing in the world is by no means a small number.
He really likes Lixia. Pure tyranny is not enough for Li Xian to worry about, but he can use the Lixia to pull the Xi Sword and the Dusk Sword at the same time, forming an eight-sided sixteen-sided sword formation with the two swords as the core, and the falling light of the morning sun.
The sword array plows the clouds.
Heng Xiao Jin Ni's method.
When the two are complete, the promise to Jin Xiao can be fulfilled.
But it's not enough now.
Li Xia's practice was not difficult for Li Xi'an. When he made swords in the dim light of the twilight, he had a keen sense of celestial images. He ate Xia Cai white dew and nourished the energy of heaven and earth. Li Xia's sword formation was like an arm with his fingers. Rarely is Hengxiao Jinni's method. The method is extremely simple, but the simpler things are, the more difficult they are to learn. For example, the Five Elements Killing Technique is more primitive and simpler, but if he hadn't inherited Taihang's method, he would have spent a lot of energy to understand and master this technique.
What's more, Hengxiao Jin Ni mainly holds a sword when he comes, but in fact this ancestor's method is to match the rhythm of the music to the rhythm of the Tao. When the flute sounds, all the Tao will come.
The truth is that Li Xi'an has to start from scratch.
Fighting for snakes and dragons, fighting and conquering, musical instruments are too far away from him. If there were things that could be related to musical instruments over the past few hundred years, it would probably be the joy he felt when he watched the people in the village get married, and the sorrow that filled the village when he watched them grow old and die.
He closed his eyes and felt the autumn wind.
I hummed a folk song inadvertently.
"Are you okay?" Jin Xiao sent out his spiritual thoughts. During this time, it saw a monster. The dragon in front of it was devouring Hengxiao Jinni's nutrients at an unimaginable speed. It was unbelievable that the children who were personally taught by Hengxiao Jinni did not grow at such a rapid rate. The music and rhythm of Jin Ni's method of Hengxiao are consistent with the Tao, and the music and rhythm have always been in line with emotions throughout the ages. If you go too deep, you will get lost in the boundless emotional tide and cannot find the other side.
Jiaolong's cultivation speed was too fast, which made him a little worried.
"Nothing." Li Xi'an replied, his eyes were very clear, reflecting the fiery red of maple leaves all over the mountain.
He knew Jin Xiao's worries and doubts, but in fact the reason for this situation was not that he was extremely talented, but simply because he had too much time. After the evolution of the universe, he would keep evolving as long as he had the energy. In just a few months, he didn't know how many times he had evolved, maybe tens of thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands.
Exhaustion resulted in the compression and compression of the timeline.
The red tail swept across the maple leaves, and the flute sounded again in the trees deep in the mountains. The melody was ancient and extremely desolate.
When the mountain is covered with silver, he can set off.
"The auspicious smoke rises in the yellow court and hangs in the sky. The fragrant fragrance sprays ambergris. The treasure records the soaring phoenix. The bokeh clouds are soaring. The sense of soaring is natural. The pines and flowers are covered with verdant spring. The meaning of Yin is true. , Jishou bows with great mercy and blessings and dispels the guilt.”
This is what Hengxiao Jin Ni Ruzhenyi realized, and it is called "Tianhua Yin". …………
Three years have passed since the complete rise of heaven and earth.
Taihang, heavy snow.
The surface of the lake is turbulent, and the ice has never frozen. The geese are running rampant, and the island in the middle of the lake is empty.
The red shadow tore through the clouds, and the token engraved with flute and sword opened the way, a way to the buried world.
The girl wearing a big cotton-padded jacket sat on the ginkgo tree and watched the red figure leave.
This cotton-padded jacket is one of the few items Li Xi'an left here, along with a few golden shells under the ginkgo tree.
At the same time, the Daxinganling Mountains were equally vast and white.
But blood gushes out and instantly gathers into a stream, melting the thick snow on the ground.
A tiger, as ferocious as the heavy snow at this moment.
The emerald tiger eyes were filled with murderous aura, and the low roar rolling from his throat shook the snow from the leaves of the ancient trees, as if a heavy snow had collapsed.
Under the tiger's claws is a divine bird. Its feathers are metallic and dark gray in color. Its wings are spread and drooping, covering most of the land in this mountain forest. It's a pity that there is only one wing left, and there is another wing in the fierce tiger's mouth. The wounds that were violently torn were bleeding like waterfalls, while the divine bird under its claws screamed and its beak was bent.
The fierce tiger shook off its broken wings and lowered its head.
There were scars on the left pupil. In addition to a hideous wound that almost penetrated half of the tiger's face, there were several fresh scars that were still dripping with blood.
"I gave you a chance." Fierce Tiger pondered.
The divine bird struggled and wanted to speak, but was firmly pressed down by the huge tiger's palm, almost crushing his bones.
An alien demon king.
In today's world, no creature knows that the ancient mountains all have their own masters. The alien creatures either commit crimes and are driven out of their former habitats, or they lose their territory because they are weak and fail to compete for territory. All in all, it is difficult for foreign creatures to appear powerful, he thought so, and the creatures who died under the tiger's palms and teeth in the past few months also thought so. A demon king of the Yang God Realm who lost his territory, among demons like them, In the king's eyes, it is a piece of cake. The stronger the flesh and blood, the more helpful it will be in climbing.
Naturally the hunt began.
But this ferocious tiger was so powerful that it could become a king. The divine bird left the Greater Khingan Mountains, flew over countless mountains, and reached another ancient mountain range. This ferocious tiger was clearly powerful enough to seek a good territory in some ancient mountain systems. Their thoughts were wrong, and instead they became the blood food of this ferocious tiger.
No living being knows why such a murderous god left his original territory and traveled across mountains and rivers to come here.
The dark shadow spread from the fierce tiger's body and condensed into a human shape.
Those were two emperors, and the eyes of the divine bird were about to burst. The most advanced creatures nowadays were just demon kings like them. He couldn't understand how this ferocious tiger, which was also in the Yang God realm, had two emperors and ghosts on it.
Is it possible that the ferocious tiger in front of me can attack Ji Palace?
He no longer dared to think about it, and he couldn't think about it anymore. The two emperors' ghosts wandered around, twisting off the heads of the sacred birds, holding up the huge corpses, and the ferocious tigers thirsted for flesh and blood.
(End of chapter)