Suddenly, the setting sun disappeared completely and sank below the mountain peak.
The old madman whispered:
"Junior brother, we are the only ones left..."
At this moment, the old madman is no longer the Holy Son of Tianxuan who was invincible to his peers six thousand years ago, nor is he the great saint who dominates the world six thousand years later, but an ordinary old man full of endless sorrow and pain.
Wei Yi did not open his mouth to express his condolences, but sat quietly next to the old madman, as if they were reminiscing about the glory of Tianxuan Holy Land in the past.
After a while, Shang Yi and others also came nearby and saw two old people sitting on the bluestone watching the sunset.
At the moment when the bloody setting sun disappeared, two dazzling rays of light suddenly shot out from the old madman's eyes, piercing the void. His sad look disappeared, and he sat up suddenly.
He seemed to have changed into a different person, like a peerless sword unsheathed, its sharp edge revealed, causing silence on the mountains and all the birds and beasts trembling.
Except for Wei Yi, Li Ruoyu and Shang Yi, everyone felt the strong oppression. If Wei Yi hadn't taken action, they would have broken bones and muscles at this moment.
So close, the old madman was like a mountain, and the huge pressure flowing out was unimaginable.
"Their breath..." He stared at Ye Fan, Zhou Yi, Pang Bo and Zhang Wenchang, and then grabbed Ye Fan's arm, his eyes suddenly became dark.
Ye Fan shivered. This crazy old man was too terrifying. This kind of pressure made it impossible for him to move, far beyond any monk he had seen.
He suddenly thought of the ancient forbidden land, the Saint Tianxuan, the endless white bones on the nine holy mountains, and the slaves in the wilderness. The "them" the old madman said were mostly referring to these.
However, a long time has passed and the aura on his body has been cleansed. The old madman can still sense it. This kind of terrifying spiritual sense is terrifying.
The old madman flicked his body, and in an instant the trace of Saint Tianxuan appeared, standing alive in mid-air, with bright eyes and white teeth, a nimble body, a jade-like grace, unparalleled beauty, vivid and almost perfect.
Ye Fan was stunned. What kind of magical power was this? With just a flick of the hand, living shadows were trapped. It was really unheard of and unseen.
The old madman flicked his brush again, and endless white bones appeared densely on the mountain ridge. All the skeletons he saw on the nine holy mountains that day were revealed.
Suddenly, the old madman hugged his head and howled in pain, like a lone wolf crying.
"Hahaha..." Finally, he looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he was crazy.
If you don’t become an immortal, you will become a madman!
He cried and laughed sometimes, just like when they first met in the past, his emotions were out of control, which made people feel pitiful and lamentable.
The Holy Maiden of Tianxuan is dignified and beautiful, standing out in the sky, eclipsing the stars and the moon.
The endless white bones are filled with sinister energy, as if they are really coming here, rotating around the old madman. The scene is very strange and makes people feel creepy.
Ye Fan wanted to step forward to comfort him, but old man Wei Yi whispered:
"Let him vent. Six thousand years later, what happened back then has become a nightmare in our hearts. The death of the saint has also become his obsession and inner demon."
Next to her, Ji Ziyue looked at the skeletal images around her and grabbed Ye Fan's arm tightly, mistakenly thinking that she had arrived in the ancient forbidden land.
Shang Yi sighed softly, summoned an illusory book and a writing brush with a wave of his right hand, and wrote on the book:
"The old madman once again sensed the aura of Saint Tianxuan from Ye Fan's body. He understood that Saint Tianxuan was in a state of being neither alive nor dead, and a glimmer of hope suddenly arose in his heart.
He wants to become stronger and take back the Holy Lady Tianxuan from Huang's hands. Since the Great Sage is not good enough, then become the quasi-emperor. If the quasi-emperor is not good enough, then he will prove the Tao and become an invincible strong man in heaven and earth to save the Holy Lady Tianxuan.
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The old madman let out a dull roar, and then Huo De raised his head and looked squarely at Saint Tianxuan and those bones. Two bright rays of light shot out from his eyes, and the word "Tao" was carved in the sky.
Then, he stood up with his head held high and moved his hands slowly and powerfully. All the figures were engraved in the void, forming a huge pattern.
Inside, there are endless bones, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. In the center, the Saint Tianxuan is dressed in white and has black hair like a waterfall. She is as lifelike as if she has a soul.
"This..." Behind him, Ye Fan was shocked. He used the void as a map to imprint the aura. This method was unheard of and unseen. What he saw with his own eyes today was really shocking.
The old madman moved his hands, and the breath of Tao was flowing. A "clang" sound was heard, and he carved the word "immortal" on the pattern.
Brilliant!
The word "immortal" seemed to have a strange magic power, which dimmed all the figures in the pattern. In the end, it seemed that there was only one "immortal" left, with only some shadowy shadows around it, even the Tianxuan Saint in the center.
Women are all blurred.
The pattern exudes a misty atmosphere, and the word "Xian" has endless Taoist rhyme, which actually gives people a feeling of boundless Taoism and natural Taoism.
The old madman stretched out a finger and tapped his forehead.
The huge pattern in the sky turned into a brand and rushed into his head. His face showed various expressions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and joy.
Everyone was shocked, what is the old madman doing?
Old man Wei Yi sighed softly:
"Senior brother, it turns out that only a saint can cheer you up again!"
"Qiang"
The mark appeared on the old madman's forehead, and the internal traces became darker and darker, leaving only the radiant word "仙".
"Is he destroying the past, or is he trying to create a deeper memory?" Ye Fan was secretly surprised. The old madman's method was hard to fathom.
It wasn't until a long time passed that the old madman calmed down.
"Snapped"
At this time, he lightly slapped his hand on the big bluestone, and a hazy halo suddenly appeared, revealing a mysterious pattern.
There is no doubt that he was awake at this moment and was not randomly tapping the bluestone.
Everyone was shocked and watched intently. Their eyes gathered divine light, and a hazy halo shone on the bluestone, like a ghostly drawing of a talisman.
It seemed like déjà vu, it looked very familiar, and Ye Fan felt extremely familiar.
"Tianxuan footwork!"
Pang Bo was shocked. This pattern was a complicated Taoist pattern, which was very profound and difficult.
Ji Ziyue, Yao Yuekong and Li Desheng excitedly looked at the Dao map on the bluestone. Tianxuan's footwork is the fastest in the world. If they can master it, they will be invincible against the enemy in the future.
At this moment, they couldn't allow them to think too much, so they concentrated all their energy and memorized this mysterious engraving. The halo of light rushed into his eyes, turned into a pattern, and was engraved in his heart.
This secret map is extremely profound and complex. Although Ye Fan already has the complete chapter handed down by the old man Wei Yi, but as the secret map evolves again, he immediately feels that the world is spinning. His level is too low to understand the most profound things. Dao pattern.
At this moment, the bluestone shattered and turned into powder, leaving nothing behind.
Ji Ziyue and others suddenly showed disappointed expressions. Although they had a chance to view the secret map, they only obtained fragments of the secret technique and did not understand the complete Tianxuan footwork.
However, Ye Fan gained a lot and gained a deeper understanding of Tianxuan's footwork.
The old madman stood up, looked at Wei Yi and said:
"Junior brother, I didn't expect that we would meet again after six thousand years..."