After walking for half a stick of incense, Ji Yuenian passed through the dilapidated palace palace and stopped in front of the incomplete wall of the tree realm.
In order to activate the treasure of spiritual transformation, the Empress of the Golden Saint Palace did not hesitate to absorb the original luck of the Zhuzi Demon Kingdom. After the demon kingdom's golden seal collapsed, under the violent backlash of the power of luck, the huge Zhuzi realm was almost
All vitality was extinguished. Not only was the aura of heaven and earth extremely shallow, but even those magnificent and majestic buildings seemed to have passed through countless time in an instant. They were extremely old and dilapidated, and no trace of the prosperity they once had could be seen anymore.
Click.
The sound of shattering reached my ears, and the tree realm wall that was already full of cracks was finally overwhelmed by the erosion of the power of luck, turning into countless transparent lights and shadows and disintegrating.
Ji Yuenian looked up at the ancient spiritual tree that reached the top of the clouds, vaguely recalling the bustling scene during the Xia Xia Dao meeting hundreds of years ago. The grand occasion of all the spirits coming to pay homage has now long since disappeared into clouds and smoke.
The shadow never left any trace.
As he thought, the light and shadow from the translucent nine-petal lotus platform condensed under his body. Taking advantage of the wind, he swayed along the huge trunk of the spiritual tree and walked far away towards the canopy cloud tower that was 23,000 feet high.
go.
It was already evening garrison time, the sky was gradually fading, and a round moon hung in the sky. The bright white moonlight fell down, gently caressing the countless ruins and broken walls at the base of the spiritual tree.
A ray of snow-white mysterious light rode up the wind along the trunk of the spiritual tree. The blazing wind whistled by his ears, and his hair fluttered with the wind. Ji Yuenian was watching the light and shadow of the nine-petal lotus platform, but bursts of emotions suddenly surged deep in his heart.
The indescribable feeling of loneliness, as if I was the only one left in the world.
The realm of Weiyuan Mountains and Seas has arrived, and in just a few days, hundreds of creatures in the far northern border have all entered the reincarnation cycle, whether they are ordinary people with no cultivation at all, or the divine palaces who control a region.
All the creatures in the realm of Su Ling are annihilated and dissipated like weak dust, without the slightest difference.
The night rain is silent.
Ji Yuenian rode on the nine-petal lotus platform, passed through the sea of clouds, and landed in front of the cloud tower in the canopy.
Unknowingly, the rain became heavier and heavier, and a shallow icy blue light lingered around Ji Yuenian's body. Whether it was the corners of the sleeves or the hair, it was all glowing with an incomparably beautiful azure color.
The halo blocks out the sky and rain.
Under the gate of Yunque Palace, a figure stood vaguely in the gray rain curtain.
The wind howled, the heavy black clouds rolled and surged, and there was a fleeting gap.
The silver moonlight above the sky reflected through the gaps in the clouds, passed through the thin rain curtain, and fell on the figure's face.
Its face is filled with terrifying nothingness, and no horror in the world is enough to describe its situation. Ordinary creatures only need to look at it, and their souls will tremble, and even their minds may even collapse.
Body ghost.
The body ghosts between heaven and earth are hidden in the celestial phenomenon of "rain", but no matter where the body ghosts are, they will never really show their bodies. The body ghosts are intangible, born from the rules of heaven and earth, and can invade without any hindrance.
Among the true spirits is a kind of mysterious and mysterious creature.
Once it can appear in a physical form that can be seen by others, it means that the power of the ghost in this body is extremely terrifying, even to the point of transcending the celestial phenomena and reuniting the soul.
The ghost took one step forward, twisted its body, and disappeared under the gate of Yunque Palace the next moment, appearing in front of Ji Yuenian.
Ji Yuenian stretched out his pale and slender fingers and touched its distorted and blurred face. A strange and cold breath spread between his fingers, and even the profound energy of the divine sea in the palace trembled a little.
Hundreds of years ago, when Bai Yulou left Taiyu Shengzong, he personally cut out a breath of the Palm Ghost Talisman and gave it to Ji Yuenian.
The ghost palm talisman originated from Yuanjing Xuanshan Mountain and was refined by the immortal of Yuanjing Xuanshan Mountain. Because Zhiyan, the Mandala flower demon, gave birth to the White Jade Tower, this immortal talisman was given to Zhiyan as his protection.
body belongings.
Ordinary people avoid body ghosts, but Baiyulou likes to attract killing ghosts because of this immortal talisman. The breath of the immortal talisman that it gave to Ji Yuenian is used to cultivate a transcendent celestial phenomenon.
Used by ghosts in the body.
The Crown Cloud Tower is located above the sea of clouds at the top of the spiritual tree, with a height of 23,000 feet. No matter what kind of celestial phenomenon comes, it is very easy for ghosts to be cultivated here.
During the Xia Xia Taoist Meeting, Ji Yuenian quietly planted this ray of immortal talisman breath under the gate of Yunque Palace. Now hundreds of years have passed, it has absorbed countless body and ghost cultivation power,
Finally, he captured a newly born body ghost in the last celestial phenomenon, and poured all his cultivation power into it, making it transcend the celestial phenomenon of rain and be able to truly manifest its body shape.
Although the body ghost is called a ghost, it is not a ghost, but a mysterious celestial creature whose terrifying and mysterious nature is simply unimaginable.
The rain gradually stopped and the dark clouds dispersed.
Under the bright white moonlight, Ji Yuenian stood quietly on the edge of the sea of clouds, looking down at the deathly silent Imperial City of the Demon Kingdom under the spiritual tree, and said softly: "I have two volumes of true law, one is called "Xuan Dao".
"Yin", one volume is called "Dragon's Blood", which volume do you want to study?"
Although his tone was inquiring, he did not give a third option.
The body ghost emerged from the celestial phenomena, and it was not long after the birth of spiritual intelligence. At this time, the stripped blood source was given to it to practice. Not only could it get rid of some bloodline involvement, but it could also understand its cultivation power.
, no matter how far it has grown, all its cultivation power can be abolished in an instant with a single thought.
The power controlled by celestial creatures is called Xiu Li, but ordinary creatures regard body ghosts as ghosts. This is a fallacy from beginning to end.
At some point, its head was also covered with a black robe and cloth cap, completely hiding its appearance under the pitch-black robe.
"May I ask Master Ji, what is the meaning of "Xuan Yin", and what is the meaning of "Dragon Blood"?"
Its voice is cold and clear, with a strong sense of penetration, as if it can be directly transmitted into the depths of the souls of living beings.
Once the celestial beings take form, their spiritual intelligence is unimaginably high, just like the wisdom of the human world, possessing the miraculous talent of knowing things from birth.
Ji Yuenian glanced sideways at it, paused for a moment on its mysterious black robe, and said: "Xuan Yin" is the true method of Shinto, and "Dragon's Blood" is the scroll of Immortal Dao. If you practice Shinto,
I will treat you as a pill furnace for refining medicine and a divine formation for gathering yin; if you practice the immortal way, I will treat you as a reed for crossing the sea and a sword for breaking through calamities."
"It sounds like cultivating the true method of the Shinto is a short-lived job. After all, the Immortal will live longer, so I will practice "Dragon's Blood."
Together they looked down at the Imperial City where all life was extinct, "Since my birth, the Master of the Season has not given me a name."
The clouds dispersed and the wind blew up, and the strong wind howled and swept past, lifting up the robe on its head, vaguely revealing its fair and jade-like forehead, and a strand of green silk on its forehead that was blown up by the wind.
Ji Yueyun smiled and did not speak, but flipped her palm lightly, and a scroll of dragon's blood with a golden-red halo slowly condensed out.
The true blood of the East China Sea Dragon Palace.
He held the radiant Bloodline Scroll in his hand. Although there was a faint smile in his eyes, the bright white moon reflected in it became even colder, as cold as frost and snow that would never melt.
It silently took the real scroll over, and the delicate white fingers stretched out from under the black robe disappeared in an instant like a sudden appearance.
Ji Yuenian did not look at it, but stood at the edge of the sea of clouds, with his clothes fluttering, and scattered green light all over the sky.
The creatures in the Realm of the Souls of the Shrine can already perform the art of condensation and shadow within a short distance.
"Desolate and lonely, the beauty of the moon under the moon is called Ji Qingchan."
Ji Yuenian's voice gradually faded away, faintly reaching his ears. It still said nothing, but quietly held the scroll of dragon blood true form. The bright golden-red halo lingering on it filled the air, and gradually
Reflected in the depths of the pupils.
Ji Qingchan.
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Lanjiang Grand Canyon.
As the sound of bells and drums reached his ears, Tunyue Yuanjun looked a little uneasy and slowly walked into the mountain god's true palace.
The majestic worship hall has long been devastated, and most of the statue of the Lanjiang Mountain God, which is dozens of feet high, has been destroyed, leaving only a huge broken body collapsed on the side, with the air of death spreading on it.
Under the collapsed statue of the Lanjiang Mountain God, there was a figure in robes. At this time, he was quietly looking at the statue's only gray-white eyes. He sighed softly and said: "This mountain god fulfills his duties and has no regrets."
The mistake was that the Ninth Palace killed the true spirit and deprived him of his divine status, which is really a pity."