Chapter 95: Crossing the Promise to the Netherworld
But it is said that Murong Feng's sword broke through the chaos, caused the eight-stringed melodies to confuse the thoughts of the god, and thus used the four elements of earth, water, fire and wind to control the universe in the palm of his hand. Finally, at the end of the sky, he recognized the five pillars of heaven as the five fingers of the god with his wisdom eyes, and spared his followers.
, the pen left a trace of immortality and became an eternal legend. Let’s not mention this matter.
At this moment, Murong Feng came out of the illusion and saw the huge body of Wuqu Shenjun sitting cross-legged in the center of Wuji Square. He was obviously disturbed by the eight-string music just now. Murong Feng hurriedly jumped up and flew
Go to one side, swipe your fingertips randomly in the air, and raise the Wanhe Pine Organ. Find a piece of bluestone randomly around, press the strings, sit on the ground, and turn the strings to pluck the strings, a melodious song "Qing Jiao".
As the piano music was played softly, the music was melodious and touching, like hearing the sound of immortality. Dozens of cranes flew from the sky and landed in the center of the square. They danced to the sound of the piano. Several thrushes stopped on the tops of pine trees and sang in harmony with the piano.
.High in the sky, there were actually dragons and phoenixes disappearing in the clouds. It seemed that they were also attracted by this melodious piano music, and they were surrounded by clouds. Halfway through the music, the martial arts god's thoughts gradually became clear, and he opened his eyes occasionally, and saw Murong Feng standing beside him.
When your mind enters the piano, you gently pick it up and twist it slowly without disturbing it. You just quietly move your spiritual energy, your heart moves with the music, and you enter into the wonderful sound.
After a while, the sound of the piano gradually faded. Murong Feng put his palms together lightly and pressed the strings. The fairy music suddenly stopped. Murong Feng smiled indifferently and said nothing. The two of them sat in silence for a long time, both thinking about the fairy music just now.
Infinite. Finally, Murong Feng said: "Shenjun, I wonder if your state of mind has stabilized?"
The Martial Arts God smiled and said: "When I first heard this music, I just felt that it was unattainable and elegant, as if it contained fairy sounds. After a while, there was lingering music and melodious music. Even if you don't listen carefully, you will linger in the clouds and linger in your ears.
The edge lingered for a long time. Then when I heard it again, the fairy music suddenly changed its tone, rising and falling, rising and falling. However, it was not messy, but unusually harmonious. It made people feel relaxed and happy, and before I knew it, I fell into the wonderful world of music.
"It seems to be echoing in thousands of mountains and valleys, and flying among the blue sky and white clouds."
Mr. Wu Qu chuckled and asked, "Boy, do you know the name of this song?"
Murong Feng caressed his sleeves gently, stood up slowly, and said: "The author of this song "Qing Jiao" is a unique genius, and the Lord God should have heard of it. His name is Huangdi, and his name is Xuantian Lesheng.
Thousands of years ago, Emperor Xuanyuan of the Xuanling Realm. At that time, the Yellow Emperor joined the Xuanling ghosts and gods on Mount Tai in the Middle Earth, drove an elephant and a chariot to control the dragons, and governed Bi Fang. Chi You was in front, Feng Bo came to sweep, and the Rain Master sprinkled the road
, tigers and wolves are in front, ghosts and gods are behind, snakes are flying and lying on the ground, phoenixes are covering them, and the ghosts and gods are united to compose this divine song "Qing Jiao"."
"The song "Qing Jiao" is very popular for people to listen to. If one does not cultivate morally enough, it will only bring disaster to the listener. Seeing that the divine monarch's magic power and morality are superior to mine, I played this wonderful music to help the divine monarch calm down.
Pure in heart.”
After hearing this, the Divine Lord nodded in understanding, stood up with the support of the pillar, changed into his own size, but had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, without the slightest hint of evil. Then he slowly walked to Murong Feng: "Boy, I have been cultivating here for thousands of years, but I have never seen anything like this.
I feel as calm as I do today. I never thought that you, a young man with both civil and military skills, would impress me just by playing the piano well."
Murong Feng quickly raised his hands and smiled and said: "I don't dare. When it comes to piano skills, I only do a little research in my spare time. In the Xuantian world, there are many talented people, and there are many who are better than me. It's better not to praise the gods.
Otherwise, where would I lose my face?"
The God of Wuqu laughed, and then seemed to have thought of something, and asked: "Boy, I saw you playing that piece of music in the illusion. Why was it okay when I heard it at first, but then you couldn't even use the technique?"
Murong Feng replied: "That tune was composed by a close friend of mine, and it's called "Baxian Pu". This tune is derived from the eight-string score, which is my unique skill, Mingjun, and is a collection of ancient
The power of the eight underworld gods uses the harp as a sword, turns the sound into energy, and hurts people invisibly. When the music is first played, it is actually fairy music, which has a fascinating effect. When people are pulled by the sound of the harp, they are like swords.
The fish meat is left to be slaughtered by others. Some of the jerky and frozen syllables are like a green knife scraping bamboo or a dam blocking the river. It can block the meridians and stagnate Qi and blood. If the opponent's skills are too poor, the meridians will be severed and die on the spot.
It’s possible.”
After hearing this, Wuqu Shenhun thought deeply and said: "I used to practice, but I only focused on external strength and never cared about the inner state of mind. If I encountered a powerful enemy, I would directly close the five senses, so I became grumpy.
Notorious. Listening to you today is better than reading ten years of books. The road seems to float before my eyes and is clearly visible. I would like to express my gratitude."
Murong Feng hurriedly said: "I don't dare. The Divine Lord's magical skills are unparalleled in the world. Everyone has his own way. If he cultivates martial arts, literature, and mind, the end point is the vast road, not to mention that this music is just one of the ten thousand methods. If the Divine Lord is
If you persist in cultivating your mind, you will believe that it will take you the blink of an eye to reach the holy level."
Mr. Wu Qu nodded, took a step forward, pointed to a green mountain behind him beside the Shenjun Mansion and said: "Boy, I lost, and I am convinced. The passage has been opened, just above the top of the green mountain. You can see it after crossing it. But
I would like to remind you that this person who is suppressed under the Nether Sea has heard that inner demons are born. Although he has not reached the realm of the Holy Saint, his strength has long exceeded that of the Holy Saint! Regarding relevant matters, Po Jun in the next level will tell you. If that illusion is
You cannot take the soul grass, I advise you not to take it by force, otherwise if you release this person, the higher-ups will punish you again, and we will not be able to live in peace!"
Murong Feng frowned and asked: "Shenjun, I wonder if you can explain to me who are the people or organizations above this?"
"The top is the thirty-three days! When you crossed the Liangyi Sea, didn't you see a stone tablet on which it was written clearly, within the Xuantian, there are thirty-three days, and the clear mind can understand the universe?"
Murong Feng hurriedly asked: "I have seen this stone monument, and I also know that there is a place like Thirty-Three Heavens, but why have I never heard of this place in the Six Realms before?"
Wu Qujundao: "The six realms are the core of the Xuantian world. I give you an example. If the six realms are compared to a city, then the thirty-three realms are a paradise. The thirty-three realms are a transcendental place. There is nothing in it.
The disputes in the world are only those who are powerful in cultivating the Tao. Cultivating the Holy King starts within thirty-three days."
"I have reached the peak of the Saint King. I don't know how to get there?" Murong Feng said.
Wu Qujun paused and said: "I can't explain this. Within the thirty-three days, there will be a special organization searching for the Holy Lord and the Great Power in the six realms, and inform them of the existence of the thirty-three days in the heart. Once accepted,
Those who hear the words of the heart can choose to go or not to go. If they choose to go, they can obtain a travel token and enter the thirty-three days. If they do not go, this memory will be automatically erased and the superiors will no longer interfere.
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Murong Feng exclaimed: "So that's the case, then why didn't I receive the message?"
Wu Qujun said: "I don't know. I have been guarding here for thousands of years. Who knows what is happening outside?"
Murong Feng paused in his heart. He wanted to tell about his chance encounter with Taoist Hongjun when he went to Zixiao Palace, but he still swallowed it. At least now he was sure that there were many powerful people in this world.
Practice is just the beginning.
Then he said: "Then I don't know that the capture of Gu Chengkong was done by the other five heavenly beings?"
Wu Qu smiled and said: "Yes, but we, the Seven Lords of the Big Dipper, the Four Phase Divine Beasts, and the Five Heavenly Lords, worked together to surround it, and then contained it under the sea of blood."
Murong Feng was surprised again and thought to himself: So, Gu Chengkong's skills are not far superior to mine? Then he asked: "I don't know the thirty-three days, which thirty-three days are they?"
Wu Qujun thought for a long time and said: "The thirty-three days are thirty-three places. The top level is Daluo Tian, followed by Yuqing Tian, Taiqing Tian, Shangqing Tian, which combines into the Three Pure Realms. The lowest level
They are the pure good heaven, the red good heaven, the plain good heaven, the cloud good heaven, and the distant good heaven. They form the five good realms. I don’t know what is above the five good realms for the time being. You need to cultivate to the corresponding realm to reach it."
Murong Feng listened, kept all the information in mind, and then asked: "I wonder what realm the Holy Lord is now and what day he is located?"
"It has been 14,000 years since I reached the peak of the Saint King, and now I can reach the distant and good heaven among the thirty-three days." Mr. Wu Qu's face was filled with a smile, as if he was very proud.
Murong Feng said: "Holy Lord, I still have one unanswered question. I wonder how many sages and powers will there be in the thirty-three days?"
Mr. Wu Qu opened his eyes, and his warm face suddenly showed a little seriousness, saying: "It's only a handful. I don't know the specific number."
Murong Feng's face darkened: "Oh? There are only a handful of them?" At that time, he thought in his mind: Why not ask him if he knows Hongjun? Anyway, just don't reveal that he has been to Zixiao Palace. Then he said: "Then I wonder if the Lord God has ever heard of this person?
,name: Hongjun"
"Taoist Hongjun!" Wuqu Shenjun shouted, and then he approached Murong Feng and said, "Taozu Hongjun is the Thirty-Three Heavens, the master of the Great Luo Heaven Realm, and can be said to be the head of the entire Thirty-Three Heavens."
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Murong Feng's face was full of surprise: "Hongjun Taoist? Is he the head of Thirty-Three Heavens?"
"Yes, I wonder where did you hear the name Hongjun Daozu from?" Wu Qu asked quickly.
Murong Feng smiled stupidly and said casually: "I once read a piece of history in a book, saying that there once was a sage and powerful man named Hongjun who appeared in heaven and earth. I just suddenly remembered it and just asked casually."
Wu Qujun asked: "What book?"
Murong Feng was dumbfounded. He didn't expect the Lord God to ask such a question, so he said: "This news is what I saw a thousand years ago. The book was in tatters at that time, but I didn't care about the title, haha."
Wu Qujun said: "It's okay if this is the case. I hope you won't spread it outside. Although Taoist Hongjun said that he was the head of the Thirty-Three Heavens, and his cultivation level was unknown, he was a detached man and never cared about worldly things.
, and another quirk is that he doesn’t want the world to remember him. Therefore, there is a rule within the thirty-three days. Any monk within the thirty-three days cannot mention the name of Taoist ancestors, otherwise he will be severely punished. Now you are not thirty-three
God’s people, it’s just a matter of words.”
"So that's it." Murong Feng nodded. At this moment, his mind was a little dazed by the huge amount of information, so he said: "Shenjun, I still have something important to do. Don't delay. I won't disturb Shenjun anymore."
After repairing, please say goodbye first."
Mr. Wu Qu smiled and said, "I originally wanted to invite you to my mansion for a cup of tea. In that case, please!"
Murong Feng cupped his hands and said: "Sir, the green mountains will not change and the green water will always flow. If there is a chance, I will see you again within thirty-three days!"