In the dark earth, there is no daylight, no light, and in the dead silence, there are faint rustling sounds, as if something is moving in the darkness, and inexplicable roars are echoing from time to time, and then
It attracted an even more brutal response. As the earth shook and the mountains shook, it seemed as if some unparalleled evil creature started fighting.
Suddenly, in the darkness that was deeper than the darkness, a pair of red pupils suddenly opened, and the blood-colored sky light suddenly spread across the entire underworld, reflecting the ghostly scene in the sky and the ghosts everywhere.
"Who dares to disturb me!"
Creepy whispers echoed in the underworld, ghosts, monsters, and bones. In an instant, the entire underworld became completely quiet. All the undead were crawling on the ground, not daring to make the slightest sound.
"Be bold!"
As if he had sensed something, the light of the two bloody suns suddenly surged, instantly dyeing the underworld with blood red. The body of the undead suddenly became even more respectful, wishing to bury his body in the soil.
Deep in the underworld, in the thick darkness, an armored palm stretched out. It was really a palm as huge as a mountain. The armor on it was simple and old, and there was an aura of decay.
This palm tore through the underworld, stretched out, and penetrated directly into the void, as if to grab something.
But before he could touch it, a palm as bright as the sun suddenly fell down. The surging light made the armor covered on the palm sizzle, and the evil spirit on it was evaporated in an instant.
"Why..."
"Go back and go back to sleep!"
A scolding sound sounded, and then the void suddenly calmed down, all the palms retracted, and there was no more movement.
…
"This is the end!"
Among the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, Feng Bingwen stood on a hill, enjoying the gentle breeze and looking around this secret place with some reluctance.
Around him, there were nine aliens of different shapes standing around with respectful expressions. Among them was the five-color deer who met Feng Bingwen for the first time and neatly bowed his head to recognize his master. Her strength was among these nine.
Of course, he is at the bottom.
However, what she is best at is escape, not killing. In this aspect, she is worthy of being Feng Bingwen's mount.
However, her comprehensive quality seems to be a little inferior compared to the other six followers. Of course, two of them are not to mention, they are Han Ling from the Tianqiong Clan and Xiong Jiyue from the Tyrant Bear Clan.
The other six were selected from the foreigners who came to seek refuge after Feng Bingwen defeated Netherworld Daozi and once again became famous in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
It can be said that they are selected from the best, and the best from the best. Every alien has the ability to fight against the genius of the human race. Otherwise, Xiang Feng Bingwen would not have been able to recommend himself, and he would have been arrested long ago.
"Master, with your talent, if you return to the Taishang Dao, you will definitely be able to obtain the true inheritance. And the foundation of the Taishang Dao is better than most inheritances here, so there is no need to worry about it!"
A mighty and domineering golden lion with shining hair speaks human words.
As a foreigner who came to join Feng Bingwen after he became famous, he relied on his pure strength to occupy a place among Feng Bingwen's followers. For this place, he defeated three people who wanted to compete with him.
A foreigner, and then recognized by Feng Bingwen.
"Yes, sir, if you become a disciple of the Supreme Way, the only purpose of the inheritance here is to broaden your horizons. There is no need to linger!"
Another follower spoke, it was a strange beast that looked like a tiger, but it was different from ordinary tigers. It had dragon horns on its head, and dragon scales loomed in its hair. This was a dragon beast, and its reputation among the human race was
Among them, it is also extremely prominent.
Bi Fan!
A ferret with pure bloodline, although it is inseparably connected with the dragon clan, is independent of the dragon clan. It is similar to the real dragon, but also different.
"Um!"
Feng Bingwen was noncommittal and looked up at the sky. Just above his head, a little water light appeared, then spread quickly, and finally turned into a smooth water mirror, reflecting the appearance and figures of him and his nine followers.
Then a flash of light flashed, and in the center of the water mirror, a little ripple emerged, and then spread, everything became blurry. When the crystal became smooth again, what was reflected was one after another powerful people with different demeanors.
monk.
Feng Bingwen saw one of them at a glance. He was familiar but had a hint of Mosu's presence. Even among the many monks with extraordinary bearings, the young man in white was still as conspicuous as the bright moon in the dark night.
"Let's go, follow me to see my master!"
Feng Bingwen did not hide the joy on his face. He turned into light first and rushed towards Shui Jing. Behind him, the foreigners who had sworn to follow him followed.
Similar scenes can be seen everywhere in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. As the prescribed time arrives, a water mirror appears above the heads of every human race genius and foreign race.
That is the passage that leads them away. No matter what others are doing at this time, even if they are enlightening, they will be taken away by force and treated equally.
If your enlightenment is interrupted because of this, it is only because you are useless and have insufficient qualifications. You cannot blame others. At the same time, others have already had the opportunity and accepted the inheritance. Why are you still wasting time when you can't do it?
And as the last genius left the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the confinement that shrouded the entire secret realm finally dissipated. Suddenly, one after another roars of grief, anger and pain resounded throughout this secret realm, which could pose a threat to the life of the genius.
The roar of the ancient alien race.
During the period when the geniuses were looking for opportunities, they were all suppressed, and some could only watch helplessly as their descendants were slaughtered by the geniuses of the human race, and then used as materials to skin, extract bones, and refine souls.
This is undoubtedly a blow from the spirit to the will, so after the power of suppression disappeared, these ancient aliens suddenly became crazy and vented, and suddenly the divine light filled the air, the magic light signaled, and the blood light rose.
But all this is of no use. Apart from showing their incompetence, nothing can be changed. They are just a group of trapped beasts in a cage. Even the strong ones among them will only end up being harvested by the mighty power of the human race.
"Human race, you and I are at odds with each other!"
"Netherworld Dao! Don't let me find a chance to get out. If not, I will definitely wash away the mountain gate with blood!"
"We have already survived to this point, and the human race still treats us like this!"
Reluctance, anger, curses... But all this is useless. Even the human monks who have witnessed the resentment of those strong aliens don't care. They just greet the outstanding juniors in the family sect with joy and praise them.
them.
"My Qilin son, please let Father Zhong take a look. He has grown up a lot after not seeing him for a year!"
"My Wang family tiger cub is indeed like my father!"
Many monks greeted the geniuses of their respective families or forces, and words of praise and praise came one after another. Among them, the most prominent and dazzling young man was standing respectfully in front of a young man in white, respectfully.
Perform discipleship rituals.
"Disciple Feng Bingwen, meet the teacher!"
Once again seeing this talented monk who had taught him, taught him, solved his doubts, and led him on the path of spiritual practice, Feng Bingwen would be lying if he said he wasn't excited.
This was the teacher Tian Shu chose for him after he made a wish. Regardless of his status, background, or talent, he was first-class and impeccable. The only shortcoming was that they only recognized him as a registered disciple.
.
Well, it was worthy of the good deeds he expended when he made a wish to the Book of Heaven. There was nothing he could do about it, after all, he was really not worthy of this master at that time.
"We haven't seen each other for several years, but I didn't expect you and I to meet here. You really exceeded my expectations!"
Zhao Junxian stepped forward and helped Feng Bingwen up. He was still the same as when he came, with fluttering white clothes and a lost appearance, as if he had been banished to the world.
But at this time, the banished immortal also had a bit more of a human touch. He looked up and down at Feng Bingwen quite excitedly, his eyes sparkling, as if he was seeing a piece of uncarved jade.
He didn't know what Feng Bingwen had gone through in these years, but it didn't matter. He had already seen Feng Bingwen's performance, losing consecutively to the Taoist disciples trained by two Taoist sects that were tied with him. Such achievements, even in
In Taishang Dao, it is also extremely eye-catching.
"It's all thanks to the teacher's teachings back then!"
Feng Bingwen was sincerely grateful. Although it was because of the Heavenly Book, the teacher really tried his best when he taught him. Even though he was tortured to the point of death, he did not leave early.
"Although I taught you back then, I never thought that in less than ten years, you would reach this point. It seems that you have really experienced extraordinary opportunities in the past few years. My original judgment was indeed good."
The joy on Zhao Junxian's face was clearly written on his face. Who wouldn't be happy to have such a disciple?
"It was indeed a special experience."
Feng Bingwen is not afraid. All the opportunities he has had over the years are traceable, but some opportunities cannot be traced by ordinary people.
"Okay, come and meet these elders with me!"
Zhao Junxian didn't ask Feng Bingwen what kind of opportunity he got. He really had no interest in these things. What opportunity could compare to him being a father to an immortal?
"yes."
Feng Bingwen followed the master very obediently to meet many powerful people present.
It was said that it was a visit, but in fact, no matter who was introduced by Zhao Junxian, they were extremely polite. No one dared to make excuses in front of him. They were even so polite that Feng Bingwen felt a little uncomfortable, as if he was someone he couldn't mess with.
Just like a playboy.
"Um?"
Feng Bingwen, who was originally communicating with others, became energetic. Deep in his consciousness, the heavenly book that originally glowed with billions of rays of light stretched out again, covered with hazy golden light. When Feng Bingwen's consciousness focused on this moment, the heavenly book turned the pages,