It’s been unknown how many years have passed since the death of the female saint, but this mark still refuses to dissipate. This is the wish that she will stick to until her death.
Everyone's hearts trembled. The female saint pursued her all her life just to find his footprints, follow him, and spend her whole life looking up to him.
This talented goddess abandoned everything and went on the road alone, facing the cold and dark universe, and kept pursuing.
A person is lost in the dead universe, and finally sits in the universe.
She spent her whole life alone, and no one knew what her final mood was like. This was a road with no results and no hope.
That crescent-shaped pendant and skull allowed the Beginningless Killing Array to subside, which in itself is enough to explain everything.
It was obvious that this man who had no distractions and devoted his whole life to the Tao, just to become an immortal, ran too fast for his followers to catch up.
How many stories happened between them is unknown to outsiders, as everything disappeared over time.
The four people worshiped the back of Emperor Wushi devoutly, and his back disappeared in an instant, as if he had never appeared before.
Several people searched carefully and found a broken feather robe on the ground. It was a Taoist robe that had become a Taoist. Duan De thought he had transformed into a Taoist, and the old blind man thought he had become a Taoist.
Zhang Ningfei knew that he had gone to a strange world, but he did not lie.
The snow-white skull of the female saint was placed among the broken feathers and buried together.
Among the stone crevices under the platform, colorful flowers bloomed from ancient medicinal plants, with a delicate fragrance.
Several people immediately went to pick it, and the Chaos Waterfall fell down from the Taoist platform, with patches of Taoist patterns looming, without harming any of them.
A few people finally collected thirteen ancient medicine kings. Breathing the fragrance of the medicine, the hairs on their bodies stretched out and they were in a state of elation. Fatty Duan and the old blind man were so excited that they trembled. Each one can extend their lifespan by four hundred years. This is
What an amazing fortune.
Looking at the old blind man and Duan De, their eyes were fiery and almost crazy, stroking the ancient medicine king one after another with their hands. Zhang Ningfei understood their mood. Without the protagonist's life, he might not be able to see the elixir once in his life.
, up to now, Ye Fan, as the protagonist, has seen almost ten kinds of immortality and immortality. As expected, he can only eat by following the protagonist.
Seeing that everyone was still looking for medicinal materials, Zhang Ningfei quietly found the source of chaos above, took about half of the source of chaos, and prepared to let Cai Zhongtang help him refine it into the chaos beads.
No matter what method he used to obtain the source of chaos through the array pattern, Zhang Ningfei got it anyway, and he didn't use it all, but kept half of it.
Zhang Ningfei guessed that this was probably the same as the Source Eye of Creation, which the Immortal Emperor found somewhere.
When Ye Fan threw the crescent-shaped pendant onto the platform, the chaotic waterfall fell down and the platform was submerged, making it impossible to enter anymore.
"Do you think this Taoist platform is a big tomb, with the body of Emperor Wushi in it?" Fatty Duan suddenly thought.
"Based on my many years of experience in tomb robbing, this is most likely an imperial tomb."
"There are dense Dao patterns everywhere, and no one can get in. Not to mention holding the crescent moon pendant, even if you use the formation chart to decipher it, you will still be obliterated by the formation."
Several people walked back.
When I passed by the row of crystal coffins, I was shocked. All the crystal coffins had been opened, and they were empty inside. There were some black footprints on the ground.
Zhang Ningfei knew that those millions of years old corpses had all been released by the red-haired patriarch.
There are ferocious ghosts in all directions, each one is skin and bones, as dry as firewood, some have dragon heads, some have phoenix wings, and some look like fish heads. A group of monsters bared their teeth and claws, making shrill screams.
These strange creatures could be selected by the Immortal Emperor and become his subordinates. They were the most powerful saints during their lifetime.
Zhang Ningfei immediately put the three people into the space, released Cai Zhongtang, and asked him to use the Sky-Swallowing Magic Jar to clear the way.
Cai Zhongtang held the sky-swallowing magic jar, which inspired a faint black light to protect himself. Zhang Ningfei did not kill them directly, but put them into the space. Although they could be erased easily, Cai Zhongtang did not do so. Zhang Ningfei believed that these corpses were
The body is a precious material, and it is a pity that it was forcibly beaten to pieces by the Jidao Emperor's weapons.
Cai Zhongtang took the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar and walked toward the Wushi Bell Cave while collecting the corpses.
This is the most open place in the Purple Mountain, and the Beginning Bell is right above your head. It is a restricted area for ancient creatures and corpses.
If the Wushi Bell rings for three consecutive months, these precious corpses will be reduced to ashes.
One sentence after another, the corpses and ghosts of the ancient gods surrounded this place in Sikou. Each sentence was as dry as firewood, and the whole body was pitch black. Some of them were covered with divine rings, some of the corpses had black moons above their heads, and a few of them had fleshly bodies.
Miraculously, the Dao lines on the body surface are flowing. This is the ultimate sublimation of the law. The Dao lines are engraved in the bones and flesh, making the body a carrier of the Dao. Each of them has great strength.
No wonder the Emperor was called a god because he had won over countless powerful god generals and made them swear a blood oath to be loyal to him and his descendants. This method is probably similar to the Dushen Jue, which changed them from their roots.
These corpse ghost gates were restless, as if they had received an order. While collecting the corpse ghosts, Cai Zhongtang carefully observed them, looking for the red-haired Patriarch Yuantian.
"Who is controlling the corpse? Come out and see him"
There was a burst of cold laughter and a wave of resentment. Behind the numerous corpses, a tall figure walked forward.
His whole body was covered with terrible red hairs, which were a foot long, and his face was also covered with red hairs. Only one pair of eyes were not covered by the red hairs, which made him look sinister and strange.
The long red hair on his body is like the most ferocious devil, giving people an extremely vicious and resentful feeling, as if he wants to kill all living creatures.
A red-haired whirlwind blew up, mixed with whining sounds, and the entire Purple Mountain became gloomy, like the underworld.
Zhang Ningfei immediately put it into the space, and then put all the corpses into the space.
Cai Zhongtang entered the space again. Zhang Ningfei asked him to refine all the corpses into the bone rod. After repeated tempering, they finally became crystal clear as jade, and the filth and black energy in them had been completely eliminated.
Purify and obliterate.
The soul of Patriarch Zhang Lin was forcibly pulled out, and it was contaminated with evil red and black substances. Zhang Ningfei asked Cai Zhongtang to forcibly purify it with branches of the Fusang Sacred Tree, and finally got a small ball of silvery soul.
Cai Zhongtang tried to purify Patriarch Zhang Lin's body, but found that the entire body was completely broken, and with the purification, the entire body was wiped out.
Sure enough, as Zhang Ningfei expected, Patriarch Zhang Lin's whole person has been broken and has become irreparable. This weirdness has already penetrated into the body and soul. The soul can barely be saved, leaving about one tenth, and the rest.
