In the void spiritual world, above the nine-layered Zhuogang Wind, at a height of at least one billion and eighty million miles from the ground, 3.6 billion green mountains are suspended.!
Each mountain is of general specifications, and the entire body is carved from precious jade condensed with spiritual energy. The mountain is 3,600 feet high and has a radius of thirty-six miles. The clean mountain body is as clean as a mirror, and there are countless carvings as fine as a fly's head on the mountain.
of runes.
Thirty-six billion such huge green mountains are suspended in mid-air. They follow an extremely mysterious trajectory. With an invisible point as the core, these green mountains slowly rotate and outline huge mountains in the sky.
Circles of various sizes and complexity.
The rolling spiritual energy of heaven and earth is constantly being absorbed by these green mountains. With so many mountains gathered together, their power to swallow the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has reached the limit that the void spiritual world can bear. Because of the rapid disappearance of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, this area of nearly 10 billion miles in radius has
The void became pitch black, with only the green mountains faintly emitting a faint luster.
At the core of these green mountains, a circular jade platform with a diameter of 3,600 miles is quietly suspended.
On the jade platform are placed tens of thousands of large and small, strange-shaped magical instruments, magic weapons, various flags, flag gates, various altars, sacrificial altars, and all kinds of weird ceremonial instruments arranged in an orderly manner.
It keeps vibrating sonorously with the rotation of the surrounding green mountains.
In the Jade Platform Formation, on an altar with a height of nine floors and twenty-seven feet, Saint Linghu and two other old men wearing robes with special descriptions sat cross-legged on the ground in the three-dimensional position. There was a light beam as thick as a fist above their heads.
Rushing hundreds of millions of miles high, the light pillar eventually turned into a faint light mist and merged into the void. From time to time, dazzling light sprayed out from where the light pillar dissipated.
Saint Linghu has vertical eyes between his eyebrows, and a pair of eyes are also born in the palms of his hands.
Another old man had no eyeballs in his eye sockets. Instead, he had a pair of slender palms that were crystal clear and flawless. In the palms of these palms, a rapidly rotating stream of light emitted billions of cold rays.
, countless cold rays shot out three to five feet away, and then disappeared directly into the void.
The remaining old man looked very normal at first glance, no different from an ordinary old man. However, the earlobes of both of his ears were more than a foot long, and they were drooped in front of his chest. The earlobes were as white as jade.
It is very strange to have hundreds of eyes that are as small as sesame seeds. These small eyes open and close one after another, and occasionally a divine light flashes through them.
Three people were sitting on the jade platform. In the middle of the three people was a chaotic mist in the shape of a black and white Tai Chi pattern. This mist, which was several feet in diameter, was rotating rapidly, and countless phantoms of earth, water, fire, wind, and clouds were constantly emerging from it.
The three of them each held a token. They kept shouting loudly and shot streams of light into the mist. They kept changing their hand seals. They were covered in sweat, and they frantically mobilized the magic power in their bodies to make the mist undergo some strange changes.
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Beside them. Beside the jade platform, a piece of white jade-colored nine-grade lotus platform was floating quietly. A Qinghuo Taoist wearing a bright red Taoist robe and three buns on his head sat quietly on the lotus platform.
The Taoist held a ruby ruyi in his hand, and pieces of firelight flashed above his head. Occasionally, a fairy light spread out from his head, and transparent golden petals about the size of a palm continued to fall.
These transparent golden petals were generated out of thin air, but when they fell to the ground, they became substantial, just like petals that had just been picked from the flower branches, still carrying fresh dew.
The palm-sized petals are fragrant, and there is purple-gold juice lingering in the faintly translucent petals. If there are master-level alchemists present, they will be able to recognize that this is clearly the legendary top-level fairy grass 'Jin Meilu'
Tree's petals.
This kind of petals are extremely hard to find in the Holy Spirit Realm. A single petal can be refined into an elixir, which can instantly give a newborn baby overwhelming immortal power.
But for this Taoist, these extremely precious petals are just a trace of the Taoist aura inadvertently leaked from his body, and are just some useless waste products that are grown out of thin air after fused with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the void spiritual world.
The Taoist looked at the three Linghu saints with a smile. The red jade Ruyi in his hand shook from time to time. Whenever the accumulation of golden petals on the ground reached 1080 pieces, he shook the jade Ruyi, and these golden petals
They turned into golden rays and merged into the black and white mist in the center of the jade platform. The rotation speed of this mist also accelerated.
After about a quarter of an hour, the black and white mist suddenly spread to the surroundings, turning into a light curtain that was hundreds of miles wide and covering the entire jade platform. Countless flickering lights and shadows circulated in the light curtain, and after a few breaths,
time, a clear and stable image will appear.
What appeared in the light curtain was the heart of the first full moon in the world of Yuanlu. In the underground palace where the old, middle-aged and young people were hiding, Yin Xuege, Saint Linghu and the black shadow were fighting each other.
scene.
A trace of strange light mist entwined towards the black shadow in the image. The light mist was densely covered with countless strange runes. There seemed to be countless eyes blinking open and closed on these runes, slowly blending in.
caught in the shadowy image.
Taoist Qinghui looked at the black shadow and frowned slightly.
"Sure enough, the three Taoist friends know this very well. He actually attached a ray of spirit to the true spirit of Lan Shuixin and went to the lower realm."
"It's just that this corpse liquid is really vicious. The Seven Treasures Ruyi held by fellow Taoist Linghu are rare Buddhist treasures, and they can't harm his incarnation at all. If he hoards a lot of this corpse liquid, I'm afraid we will have to
Think of a way to deal with him."
Saint Linghu panted and opened his eyes. He took a deep look at the Taoist and snorted coldly.
"Find the hiding place of his body first, and then let's talk about other things. After so many years, this is our best chance."
The old man with hundreds of eyes constantly opening and closing on his earlobes opened his eyes slightly, opened his mouth and let out a fiery breath.
"No matter how evil it is, there is always a way to deal with such vicious things as the corpse liquid, right? For example, those Buddhist powers in the Holy Spirit Realm, can't they find a way to deal with this thing?"
Taoist Qinghui smiled slightly, waved his hand gently, and sighed lightly.
"This matter... Taoist friend Huangpu was wrong. If the friendship between Pindao and the three fellow Taoists is leaked, I am afraid that those powerful Buddhists will be the first to break into Pindao's dojo and destroy Pindao.
Taoism. If you want to use their power, don’t even think about it.”
After a slight pause, Taoist Qinghuo warned the three of them very seriously.
"It's okay here, but when you get to the Holy Spirit Realm, you don't even have to think about them. They have reached an incredible realm that cannot be fathomed. Even if you think of their names in your mind, their thoughts will follow you...
These three people are their life and death enemies. I don’t want to get into trouble because of you."
The one with a pair of palms sticking out of his eyes, that is, the Dugu Saint, the last of the three holy saints of the Holy Dharma Sect, took a deep breath, sweat rolled down his body, and traces of blood were faintly visible in the sweat.
At their level, at their realm, their bodies have been tempered to the point where they are almost indestructible.
It can make them sweat like rain, and even the small blood vessels in their bodies burst continuously, and the sweat is mixed with countless blood streaks. This can only represent how difficult what they are doing now and how much pressure they are under.
This kind of pressure is a terror that cannot be easily endured by the three holy saints working together, and with the help of an unknown Taoist master.
Squirting out a breath that smelled of blood, Saint Dugu nodded slowly.
"After all these years of fundraising, there is always a 50% chance."
"Find this wolf's lair and use it to attract the attention of those people. We will be 30% more sure."
The three saints were trembling slightly. They tried their best to squeeze out the last drop of mana from their bodies. The Taoist Qinghui on the side stopped talking. He gritted his teeth and continued to put in the golden petals one by one.
In the light curtain, the light curtain that supports it becomes more and more dazzling.
Countless thin hazes slowly merged into the black shadow's body, and some strange changes gradually appeared in the light curtain. Some messy villages, towns and cities, and some scattered images of mountains and rivers appeared.
The surrounding green mountains suspended in mid-air were chirping softly, and the invisible terrifying pressure was crushing these green mountains. Some of the outermost mountains had already made a subtle "gurgle" sound, and dazzling lights were constantly flashing on the edges of the mountains.
Everything seems very smooth and calm, but in fact the three holy saints are using their heavenly power to exert unpredictable magical powers, trying to catch a little bit of subtle breath from the endless chaotic torrent of the heaven and earth.
to the presence of certain specific beings.
They stared at the black shadow in the image, watching Saint Linghu’s spirit being in a stalemate with that shadow, and watching Yin Xuege join in the fight against that shadow under the bewitchment of Saint Linghu’s spirit.
Attack of the black shadow.
They prayed silently while using their magical powers. They prayed that the battle between Yin Xuege, Saint Linghu and the black shadow would last a little longer, so that they would have enough time to capture the aura of the black shadow and pass through it.
The subtle connection between his split spirit and his true body traces back to the existence of his true body.
Across the thick world barrier between the Void Spirit World and the Yuan Continent World, through a trace of the spirit's breath, we can trace the identity of an unpredictable and powerful existence. Even the three sages have been planning for today's move for many years.
, and they made countless arrangements in advance, but whether they could succeed or not, they themselves were a little uneasy.
If successful, they will receive big rewards.
If it fails... the three holy saints are a little worried and a little angry. If today's operation fails, it will not be so easy for them to find such a good opportunity again.
For today's action, they even threw in the disciples from the lower world as sacrificial chess pieces. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!