Chapter 162 The end of the Longyuan Conference, the dying people of ancient times
Chapter 162 The end of the Longyuan Conference, the dying person in ancient times
real world.
The war has lasted for more than a year, and the Longyuan Conference is about to come to an end.
This conference went surprisingly smoothly, with the fewest casualties ever. Although it was not over yet, many people had already started celebrating at halftime.
Of course, some people are restless, such as Huo Yun.
In the dark secret room, this volcano-like man had a gloomy face.
"Trash, a bunch of trash."
I originally thought of using the power of Thunder Mountain God to kill the competitor, but I didn't expect that Yunxiao would intervene and attract the Holy Power Heavenly Master to kill Thunder Mountain God in one fell swoop.
Huo Yun doesn't attach much importance to the position of Taoist Master, but Meishan Paradise must never be given up. This is related to the foundation of his own enlightenment.
"Let's do this. Let's create a disturbance first, kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, and get one faction to fight against the other."
Huo Yun is calculating which people are suitable to win over and which people are suitable to be killed.
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The world of Immortal Danqiu.
Break through three realms in one day.
From the third floor of Peiyuan to the sixth floor of Peiyuan.
It takes almost less than a day.
The top of the mountain is filled with golden light, which is a strange phenomenon in heaven and earth.
This is a sign that the true energy feeds back the soul.
The higher the level of cultivation, the stronger the soul will be fed back. At the ninth level, the essence, energy, and spirit reach their peak, and the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit begin to merge. This is the foundation building period.
After the foundation building period, the golden elixir is completely synthesized.
After breaking through the three realms, Song Lin completed the exercise and opened the method.
"Hey, it turns out that the highest level is only the ninth level of Peiyuan."
Song Lin sighed deeply.
Although he is the ancestor who created the method of self-cultivation, he only proposed the basic formula. The subsequent proofs and realization of the actual objects require specific practice, step-by-step exploration and research.
It is equivalent to Einstein proposing the mass-energy equation, which is only a theoretical basis. It would be decades before a nuclear bomb was actually built.
The foundation-building period at the back of this book is just a guess, no one has done it at all. (The foundation-building period of Leiyun was written earlier, which was wrong, and I changed it.)
"No matter what, after all, I have to practice the exercises for the ninth level of Peiyuan, and I can study the others slowly."
Cultivation is only secondary, the key is to understand what is going on in this world.
There was a Xiong Kingdom that owned the Human Emperor Sword, so why was it suddenly destroyed?
And why is there no news at all about the evil god Da Feng?
Thinking of this, Song Lin looked at Meng Lian not far away.
Meng Lian's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.
What did she see?
I actually saw Song Lin break through three realms in one day.
It's as simple as eating and drinking.
"Senior, how did you do it?" Meng Lian used honorifics unknowingly.
"How to do it? It happens naturally, just like eating and drinking. It's not difficult."
The veins on Meng Lian's forehead were slightly exposed, and she suppressed the desire to curse.
This kind of person is like a rich man saying in front of the poor that he doesn't care about money and that money is easy to earn.
She is a genius that is rare in Yunmeng Mountain for a hundred years.
Even so, she had only reached the ninth level of Qi refining after living for more than twenty years.
It has yet to enter the Peiyuan period.
In the Peiyuan stage, when the soul is touched, every level of advancement requires a lot of manpower and material resources.
People in the Peiyuan period can live for 365 years.
Some people spend their entire lives wandering on two or three levels.
The ninth level is already the level of the best master in the world.
Dongjun passed down the Great Way of Cultivation, but few people were able to take it to the next level and reach the legendary Golden Elixir Great Way, the realm of immortality and ascension.
"Then why don't you break through to the ninth level?" Meng Lian said unconvinced.
,
"In a few days, let's consolidate our realm first."
"Bragging, why don't you say that you and Dongjun are brothers."
"That's not a brother."
Song Lin looked serious and stepped into the topic, saying: "I have been practicing in the mountains since I was a child. I don't understand the outside world. Can you tell me about it? It's best to start from the Emperor Huang era."
Meng Lian thought for a while and realized that this was not a secret, so she told Song Lin.
"My version may be different from the outside world..."
The story begins after Dongjun ascended.
Everyone said that Dongjun had ascended, but actually a few people knew that Dongjun did not ascend, but was assassinated by Da Feng and disappeared.
After the strong wind came out, the whole world ushered in a period of hurricane disasters that lasted for sixty years.
Di Huang spent his whole life resisting wind disasters and fighting against the demons that followed the strong winds.
Originally, his vitality was injured in the battle at Yunmengze, but he died tragically on the road in the end.
The same was basically true for the Four Emperors in the future.
Emperor Yuan died in the claws of the devil at the age of 205; Emperor Cheng died in a storm at the age of 281; Emperor Qi died in a flood at the age of 240; Emperor Ming died in the rebellion of his subordinates at the age of 100
Twenty-eight years old.
After the death of Emperor Ming, Taicang came to the throne, the Xiong Kingdom was destroyed, and the new kingdom was named Qi.
The whereabouts of the Human Emperor Sword are unknown, and Taicang possesses the Eastern Emperor Panlong Cang Jade, and claims that his ancestors are descendants of the Gaoyang clan, one of the three expelled clans.
This is the destiny of Dai Tian, and Xiong Guozuo will succeed him.
Hearing this, Song Lin suddenly felt a sense of sadness in his heart.
Five generations of emperors, a thousand-year mission.
As expected of the ancestor of the human race, perhaps it was also for himself and their promise.
"After the establishment of the Qi State, Gale disappeared. Some people said it was the emperor's holy virtue. I don't know what happened. Maybe the seniors in Xuanhu Mountain know."
"You should have a special mission, right?" Song Lin asked, "Are you the descendant of Emperor Huang?"
"No, no comment."
It's not that Meng Lian didn't want to tell Song Lin, after all, they had a life-saving grace, but their mission couldn't be known to others.
Their clan stayed in Yunmeng Lake for the rest of their lives, guarding Dongjun's last place of residence and waiting for Dongjun's arrival.
"That's okay. You can take me to find the people from Xuanhu Mountain some other time. Then you will be free and the grace of saving your life will be repaid."
Song Lin thought for a moment and said.
The two stayed in the mountain for several days.
In the early morning, Meng Lian finished praying to the sun on the edge of the cliff, and then made a strange seal.
The seals kept changing, and it took a long time to slowly open his eyes.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a man.
"Senior, what are you doing?"
"It is recommended that you use the Xiaoyao Seal to comprehend the heavens and beings for a longer time, and to have a deeper understanding of the remaining five seals. The Xiaoyao Seal has no power, but it is the fundamental seal."
"Senior knows this method, do you also...?"
Meng Lian was surprised.
"Is that what you're talking about?"
Song Lin performed a hand seal, and a huge golden hand seal appeared in the sky.
boom!
As soon as the seal was pressed down, it would sink ten feet deep.
Meng Lian was secretly surprised, how could this person know this method?
Could it be that besides Yunmeng Mountain, there is another Taoist tradition that practices the Six Seals of Heaven and Man?
It's unbelievable.
"Don't ask. You won't believe me if I tell you. Take me to Xuanhu Mountain first."
Meng Lian was filled with deep curiosity.
The two of them flew together.
"The whereabouts of the disciples of Xuanhu Mountain are mysterious, and ordinary people cannot find them when they go up the mountain."
There are two major sects in the world, one is the Ascension Sect, and the other is the Immortal Sect.
And a Qi royal family holding Panlong Jade.
The three forces relied on each other and supported the country for five hundred years.
There is another kind of transcendental sect, such as Xuanhu Mountain and Duijian Mountain. This mountain is ethereal and does not participate in worldly affairs. Most people do not know this place.
Soon, the group arrived at Xuanhu Mountain.
This mountain is shrouded in clouds and fog all year round, making it difficult to see the scenery on the mountain.
There are many dying patients below. These people have come to the fairy mountain to seek medicine.
Not far away is a mass grave. Some people can only be hastily buried here because they can't wait for the magic medicine from the gods.
Those who survive have no chance to obtain the magic medicine. Basically, they come here to try their luck after becoming terminally ill. Most of them have no way to save themselves, and it is difficult for gods to save them.
In fact, what they don't know is that the people on the mountain are hopeless.
Two people flew from the sky.
It was Song Lin and Meng Lian.
"I can only take you here. I don't know how to climb Xuanhu Mountain."
"No problem, come with me."
Song Lin used the Sun and Taiyin Golden Eyes to see the flaws in the fog and the trend of energy at a glance.
The two followed him up the mountain.
…
The top of the mountain is filled with smoke and auspicious atmosphere, and the air is filled with a faint aroma and the smell of burning things baked in flames.
This is a complex of palaces, and it is from here that the aroma and smoke come out.
In the middle of the woods behind the palace, a half-withered pine tree stood.
The trunk is straight and has no leaves.
Under the tree trunk, there is an old man with white hair and beard.
The old man's skin looked like dry tree bark, and his beard and hair were as long as the ground. He looked extremely old.
He closed his eyes and was breathing heavily.
The dozen or so disciples around him looked miserable.
"Don't be sad. I have been living for fifteen hundred years, and now I am just resting."
"Ancestor!!"
Si Yaozhen, the founder of Xuanhushan, is not dead. He faked his death two hundred years ago, and now is the time of his real death.
"I've lived enough, I've lived enough..." Si Yao murmured to himself, "It's a pity that I still couldn't wait until Dongjun came. I still want to collect medicine for you..."
The doctor remembered when he was a boy more than 1,500 years ago.
He saw Di Huang for the first time and Dong Jun for the first time.
The days of collecting medicine and refining elixirs in the mountains were the happiest times in his life.
Witnessed the rise of the Bear Country, the epic struggle between man and nature, as well as the traitor's backstabbing and the end of the Bear Country.
Although the past years were difficult, they were indeed happy.
Immortal Shou Mu's vitality has been lost, and he, a man who should have died long ago, will soon be buried.
If he hadn't still had a bad breath in his heart and couldn't witness the demise of Baoqi with his own eyes, he would have gone with the Five Emperors long ago.
"pity……"
It is inevitable to have regrets in life, but this regret... is a little too much.
The doctor slowly closed his eyes, and the disciple held back his grief and waited for the last moment.
At this time, there was a noise outside.
"Who are you? Leave quickly!!"
"Pindao is looking for Si Yao! Si Yao, where is your kid?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Si Yao suddenly opened his eyes.
Asking for a monthly pass.
For chapters that are released on a scheduled basis, the author is probably asleep when it is released. He needs to adjust his schedule. Staying up late and typing is too painful.