Chapter five hundred and ninety seventh the past is over
After hearing what Dao said, he turned around and stepped into the green door.
Liu Qinghuan had never expected others to take care of him. Naturally, he had no reaction after hearing the words, but a bad premonition came to his mind.
Judging from the tone and expression of these two people, it seems that the space after the restriction is not simple. At least it is not just the cave of the master of the spiritual garden as Zhang Xianmiao said. Instead, it may be very dangerous. Even the great monk of Transformation God appears
There was a bit of solemnity.
Liu Qinghuan paused at two stone pillars. Through the brilliance that jumped like running water, he still saw a pastoral scene: the fields were clearly separated, and the light of the formation was dimly shining, and there was another pool of clear water in the distance.
, revealing a corner of the raised cornice.
The thoughts in her mind could not change for a moment. Liu Qinghuan hesitated slightly and stepped into the green door.
The scenery in front of me changed: the spiritual field turned into an abandoned field, with some trees and weeds growing randomly on it, and the pond dried up into a big pit, lifeless. There were several houses next to the pond, with plain white walls and black tiles, but they were already
Half of it was destroyed, and the few remaining rooms were in a weather-beaten state.
Everything shows that this place has suffered severe and almost devastating damage, and traces of powerful spells still remain in many places.
Liu Qinghuan glanced around and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Wang Zhenren and Wen Dao, who came in first, were walking over there and talking in low voices.
Liu Qinghuan rushed over and heard Wang Zhenren talking. At this time, he looked back at him, smiled and stopped talking.
After hearing the news, he pretended that he didn't exist and said without hesitation: "Never mind that, we still don't know whether it can be opened now."
Master Wang looked thoughtful: "We have searched the entire cemetery in the past few days, and we should have found everything. In addition, Brother Taoist, the most important piece in your hand can definitely be opened. However, before I came here, I told Luo
Tu said hello. You know, we had an agreement many years ago, and I couldn’t come in secretly. With Luo Tu’s fear of unrest in the world, they are probably waiting outside at this time..."
"How could those old guys not take advantage of it when they see it? They would definitely want to grow eight legs and come from all over the world." Wen Dao snorted coldly: "However, how can it be so easy to take advantage of the advantage I heard?! Now,
There were only a few days before the memorial garden was to be closed, but when they arrived, their efforts to fetch water from bamboo baskets were in vain."
Liu Qinghuan listened silently, trying his best to make himself appear invisible, and at the same time, he quickly assessed the meaning of the two people's words in his mind.
When he passed a medicinal field, he turned his head and glanced, and his heart dropped.
Although the traces of planting in the field are old, they are still very obvious, but now there is only a big hole left, which has obviously been taken over by someone long ago.
Master Wang suddenly let out a sneer, pointed to the medicinal field and said: "There was a twelve-way Huitian ginseng planted here, which made long-time friends turn against each other. In that battle, that old man Fan Hong almost used his true plan.
It caused the entire secret realm to collapse, and later caused heaven to impose a punishment. I am afraid that in this life, I will not be able to take another step forward on the avenue, and Senluo City will also fall. Instead, these two guys, Luo Tu and Zhao Yang, will reap the benefits.
The benefit is pathetic..."
Master Wang sighed for a moment, Liu Qinghuan listened with interest, and thought about it in his heart.
Fan Hong? Could it be that he refers to Lord Sheng Hongling of Senluo City? There are rumors in the market that this ghost emperor has not appeared in front of people for many years, so some people speculated that he has passed away. But after listening to the words of Master Wang, Sheng Hongling
My husband should still be alive, but his situation is very bad.
The power of Senluo City has been being eroded over the years, so Hongshang and Suluo sisters were married one after another to Luofeng Mountain and Youdu, but the latter even messed up.
While they were talking, the three of them had already walked to the half-destroyed house.
Liu Qinghuan fixed his gaze and landed on an old tree in the courtyard that was as tall as a person.
"Apocalypse Tea Tree!"
The bark of the tree is rugged, the branches are rickety, and the roots protrude from the ground. The leaves are dark purple and red like iron feathers, and there are several mysterious patterns like runes on them.
"Oh!" Wang Zhenren said with a smile: "It seems that my little friend is also a tea ceremony person, and he actually knows that this is the Tianqi tea tree." He sighed: "I haven't been here for so many years, I didn't expect another one to grow here."
"Juniors don't know much about tea." Liu Qinghuan looked at the tea tree and said, "But my master is good at tea, so I was lucky enough to see this kind of old tea once, and my master was very reluctant to take it out."
Master Wang brushed his long beard and nodded, saying: "This tea is indeed rare, but unfortunately I don't like it very much. Drinking tea is like practicing cultivation, there are so many things to do, trouble! To say that the best tea is...
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Wen Dao was obviously not interested in tea, so he walked towards the back of the house and said, "Brother Wang, the time is coming, you'd better put away your tea book first."
Master Wang looked at the sky, laughed and followed.
Liu Qinghuan glanced at the tea tree again and followed them around the ruins to the back of the house.
There is a piece of flat land behind, and not far away is a small hill. It is not high, but there is no grass growing on it, and the yellow soil is exposed on the outside.
The two people stood still and nodded to Zhenren Wang: "Let's get started."
Master Wang took a few steps forward, walked under the hill, and took out another pen. The ink on the tip of the pen shone slightly. He recited a formula in his mouth, and saw that the pen was a little bit in the air. It was obviously very gentle, but there was a space in it.
They were all slightly sunken.
Then the pen moved like a dragon, and a series of criss-crossed ink patterns floated in the air. When Wang Zhenren took his left hand, those ink patterns seemed to be alive, swimming around the entire mountain.
Liu Qinghuan retreated to the eaves, watched for a long time, and finally confirmed that he was actually setting up a formation, but the noise was too loud.
Seeing and hearing Dao standing aside with his hands behind his hands, he cautiously leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Senior, is there anything in this...mound?"
Wen Dao's expression was unfathomable. He moved his fingers, and a light flashed behind him, and a soft-looking armchair appeared. After sitting down comfortably, he said: "Of course there are good things."
He paused and then said: "For the sake of the past, I remind you once again that you can't go to that place down here. There will be a lot of old people coming here soon, and every one of them can be crushed to death with one finger."
You. If you are smart, quickly search in this garden, maybe you can find the leftover elixir, and then leave immediately."
Liu Qinghuan rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Okay, this junior knows, I will take a look."
Hearing the news, he didn't bother to persuade anymore and said: "Now that I have some free time, please tell me about Yun Mengze's situation."
Liu Qinghuan picked up the important things and talked about it. Hearing that the Sao Feng Continent was motionless despite being warned, Dao Xian's face became gloomy, and he heard that Yun Mengze's side was stubbornly blocking the outside world under the strong leadership of the Immortal Cultivation Alliance. His
His face still didn't improve.
When he talked about opening the door to hell, he asked: "Where is the door to hell?"
"It's in the Wanhuang Mountains to the west... Senior, are you going back to Yunmengze?"
Hearing the news, he adjusted his sitting position, frowned and said, "Maybe."
Liu Qinghuan thought about it for a long time, and then said cautiously: "Oh... have you found the Forgotten Flower?"
The wisp of spiritual consciousness left behind by Wen Dao once said that he entered the Nine Nether Realm to find the Wangchuan Flower that could clear away the karma and debt, so as to break the oath made by Fairy Moli to "never see each other again in this life."
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Wen Dao looked ahead expressionlessly, and after a while he said: "It seems that I want to go back and crush that strand of consciousness with a tongue that is too long."
Liu Qinghuan's heart trembled and she couldn't help but take a step back.
Hearing the news, he stood up, glanced at him with a half-smile, walked towards Zhenren Wang, and whispered: "So what if I find him..."
Liu Qinghuan was slightly startled. Looking at his back, she seemed to hear a very faint sigh with a hint of sadness.
The past is gone. A broken mirror cannot be healed, and a broken mirror cannot be recovered. Whether you regret it or not, it will be erased by time. If you miss it, you will miss it. Nine out of ten things in this world are unsatisfactory, and all that is left is a sigh.
He raised his head and saw that Zhenren Wang had set up a formation. All the flying ink patterns had fallen to the ground. The entire mountain was like a black net. As he patted it, the black net sank and disappeared into the loess.
Several rays of black light rose into the sky, forming a huge sealing formation.
Master Wang wiped his sweat and said, "Brother Taoist, that's it."
Hearing the news, he stood next to him, then turned around and glanced at Liu Qinghuan: "You, stay away."
Liu Qinghuan followed the instructions and retreated a few feet away. He saw the two of them standing opposite each other, with a bright light in their hands, and spells were quickly shot out and flew to various parts of the mountain.
He couldn't help but wonder, was that sealing the formation to prevent mana fluctuations from spreading? It seemed unnecessary, right?
However, he soon realized that these two people were actually reinforcing the space.
At this stage of cultivation, one has the power to overturn the world. It is easy to destroy an entire world with all one's strength. An ordinary small interface cannot bear it. And this secret realm of Polygonum Lingyuan is not even an interface.
It can only be considered a fragment at most.
Liu Qinghuan had watched Hua Shen's actions several times. It was not until he became Nascent Soul that he suddenly realized that most of the great monks were holding back when casting spells, and they only used a few moves, and they were limited to a very small range, probably all of them.
It's because I'm afraid it will cause the space to collapse.
He stared at the two people. At this time, they suddenly reinforced the stable space. Will there be any big moves in the future?
Soon, the two stopped and exchanged a few words in a low voice, then opened and closed their lips as if they were reciting a long incantation.
Due to the sealing formation, Liu Qinghuan could neither hear what they said nor feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power. He could only see that as time passed, the place where the two were located began to twist, and only then did they disappear in the void.
The brilliant light filaments that will appear appear out of thin air, submerging Wen Dao and Wang Zhenren in it.
The entire black sealing formation was shaking, and even the ground was shaking violently like an earthquake!
Liu Qinghuan suppressed her shock and quickly retreated to a distance, ready to leave immediately if anything went wrong. But she was also a little worried, looking for Wen Dao's figure in the dazzling light.
Time passed little by little, and the sealing formation was still shaking, but it never broke.
He calmed down and suddenly felt the spirit beast bag around his waist shaking.
He was stunned, opened the spirit beast bag, and a donkey's head poked out. His big eyes turned around as if he was extremely frightened. When he saw the mountain in the distance, he shrank back with a swish.
Liu Qinghuan was puzzled: "Do you want to come out?"
There was no more colorful light on the gray donkey's body, but he huddled in the corner of the spirit animal bag, burying his big head between his legs, and his body was trembling slightly.
Liu Qinghuan's expression changed, she thought for a moment, and then stepped back.
I don't know how long it took, but the sealing formation finally dimmed, and the figures of Wen Dao and the two men were revealed again, at least they looked like they had no missing arms or legs.
Under the feet of the two of them, the previous mound of soil had completely disappeared, leaving only a large pit in which there were stars shining brightly, as if a vast starry sky had fallen on the ground.
Liu Qinghuan was stunned and was sure that there was indeed a real starry sky inside!
However, it seems that due to the instability of space, the pit sometimes becomes larger and sometimes smaller, as if it is about to collapse at the next moment.
At this time, I saw several things appearing in the hands of Wen Dao and Wang Zhenren, some were long, some were short, some were like bottles and some were like boxes.
With a loud noise that could not even be blocked by the sealing formation, those things were thrown to various parts of the pit. Every time one was hit, the space became more stable until Wen Dao took out another black...
key.
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