After completing the Thunder Dao Bao Technique, the little boy's whole body became more energetic. The Lightning Tyrant represented the most powerful Yang, which was embedded in his body and developed a different kind of aura.
Of course, this is just one of his treasures, and it does not affect his true temperament. It just adds a kind of perseverance to his clear eyes.
He has black hair all over his head and has mastered two major magic arts. Perhaps it can be said that the two original magical powers have been transformed and sublimated, making them even more powerful and powerful.
Monkey's wine and medicine are very powerful. Rays of rays of light are flying around Mu Yan's body. His bones are crackling, his flesh and blood are pulsing, hematopoiesis and bone regeneration are beginning to reorganize.
He was originally about to die, but he was pulled back by life and death. The divine wine brewed with dozens of elixirs had a very overbearing and powerful effect, and he began to regenerate his muscles and bones.
After sitting cross-legged for a whole day and night, and carefully running the runes, Mu Yan finally recovered and his body was fine. It was a miracle that he could survive such an injury.
"It's really amazing. I was lucky enough to drink the legendary monkey wine, which really makes me happy." Mu Yan laughed loudly.
The little one was touched. Although Lei Zu had a fiery personality and had been trained like hell for more than a month, which seemed harsh, he was really a good person and almost died for him.
"Very good." After returning to Butian Pavilion, Mr. Liu nodded, showing joy.
"What kind of place is the Ancient Holy Courtyard? Can I go in?" asked the little boy.
Both old men sighed and shook their heads.
"That is actually a small world. It has been passed down from ancient times to this day. It is only opened once every hundred years. It has the insights and imprints of the saints."
"Unlike Baiduan Mountain, the Holy Courtyard is only open to one or a few people."
Both of them were very regretful. If Shi Yi hadn't been a genius and exceeded their expectations, he actually stepped in directly. They would have sent the little one in anyway.
It's closed now, it's too late to say anything.
There is no definite date for when it will be opened. Even if the Butian Pavilion no longer exists, the ancient holy courtyard will not be affected. Only when the time comes will it reappear in the human world.
"There may be insights from predecessors and great blessings can be gained there, but with every gain comes a loss. Some detours have been avoided. However, cultivation is about refining the body and tempering one's nature, so a part of the journey is missing."
"That's it, then I'd better fight my way through this world of mortals by myself and move forward step by step." Xiao Bu nodded.
In the next few days, the little boy studied the magic, read the bone books, and chanted sutras every day, consolidating the results of the past six months of practice, and his physical activity became more and more powerful.
"Why did this guy change his gender? If he had been unable to sit still before, he would have gone outside to do some trouble." The big red bird muttered.
"He chants sutras all day long and sits for the whole day. He is really just like those old guys from Xiao Xitian." Er Baldy also sighed.
"Chi la"
A bolt of lightning flew over, and the two men shone brightly. Then black smoke rose and they fell to the ground twitching.
"How come this guy's ears are so sharp that he can hear from such a distance." The two of them were angry.
The little boy has 10% of his lightning skills, and his power increases rapidly. He can be called a top-notch magic. If he fights against others, he will naturally be even more terrifying.
"Junior brother, there is something wrong." On this day, someone came to see me.
"What's wrong?" The little boy opened his eyes and stood up.
"There have been some figures appearing outside the mountain gate recently, and we caught one. He is actually a member of the Kun tribe, and he is here for you!" a senior brother informed.
The little boy frowned. The four major clans of Li, Yuan, Kun, and Meng clashed with him in the Virtual God Realm. At Baiduan Mountain, they even wanted to kill him for revenge, but they were all killed.
Now someone else has appeared. This is really a haunting.
"It's okay, junior brother, don't be afraid. We at Butian Pavilion have always been united. If junior brother is in trouble, we will take action. If there is a big trouble, the elders and others in the sect will not stand idly by." A group of senior brothers came over.
"Thank you, senior brother." The little one thanked him.
"What are you waiting for? Go out and show them how powerful I am at Butian Pavilion." The big red bird shouted ferociously, forgetting that it was not a disciple here at all.
"First find out the details and see who is coming." Xiao Budian said and asked the big red bird to go and investigate. This guy was born to be a thief. He has extremely fast speed and is best suited for searching for information.
Soon, the elusive big red bird brought news that there were many people outside the mountain gate, and they were all from different sects.
The little one frowned, the situation was not good - they were obviously targeting Butian Pavilion, and they were all trying to get information.
"The four tribes of Li, Yuan, Kun, and Meng are here. They are coming for you. They are gnashing their teeth at you. They have learned that you killed all their people in Baidu Mountain." The big red bird said.
"Go and report to the elders first, and then we will take action." A senior brother said.
There were dozens of people from the four major clans, and the disciples of Butian Pavilion were able to deal with them. Just in case, they went to report to their elders.
"I'm looking for someone." Senior Brother Wu Feng said. There are still a few people in the genius camp, and there are more ordinary disciples. As for the disciples of the old monster, there are also some who have not yet evacuated.
It didn't take long, and hundreds of people were brought in, including many senior brothers and sisters in their twenties. They had been in the industry for more than ten years and were extremely powerful.
The little one was surprised. Everyone in Butian Pavilion was really united. It was just a greeting, and so many people were attracted at once. If the disciples had not evacuated, why would thousands of people have come out at once?
"Thank you, brother and sister." He expressed his gratitude.
"Cruel little junior brother, don't say this. We, the disciples of Butian Pavilion, must not let others bully us. If we dare to block our mountain gate and misbehave, we must retaliate!"
"Yes, if it were other junior fellow apprentices who were bullied, we would take action like this."
The little boy looked at his senior brothers and sisters in their twenties, as well as his fellow disciples who were about the same age as him or a few years older. For the first time, he felt the meaning of the sect and felt a sense of belonging.
Although he was not afraid, he still felt very warm being protected by many senior brothers and sisters in the sect, and he felt the harmony and friendship within the sect.
"Let's go and teach them a lesson. They dare to come to my Butian Pavilion to act wild and want to bully our junior brother. Go and wipe them out!"
A group of people rushed out of the mountain gate in a mighty force, and then like tigers and wolves, with runes all over the sky, they went straight towards the hiding place of the four tribes.
Outside the mountain gate, there are green mountains and green waters, which are equally beautiful. There is even a sect's medicinal field, which is usually taken care of by people, but it has become somewhat deserted recently.
The people of the four major tribes were stunned. So many people appeared at once, and they rushed over to kill them. They were shocked, quickly fought back, and then began to flee.
After all, this is Butian Pavilion. If they really want to make a big fuss, they can't afford to go around in circles. They just come here to wait for the opportunity. It would be better if they can get rid of Xiong Hai. If they can't get rid of it, it doesn't matter.
Their main purpose is to find out the reality of Butian Pavilion. Because of the sudden turmoil in the outside world, it is said that this ancient pure land may undergo major changes, and many giant clans want to fish in troubled waters.
The ancient Pure Land has a profound foundation. If it were to be destroyed, the things left behind would be enough to allow many tribes to rise and make many sects jealous.
"Boom"
The little boy struck out with a bolt of lightning, directly knocking down a dozen people in front of him and turning them into charcoal.
"How dare you come out, little brat!" someone roared, and a middle-aged man became anxious because one of the people who died just now was his heir, so he turned around and came to kill him.
Obviously, this is a master who is capable of suppressing many young people.
"No matter who you are, if you come to my Butian Pavilion to run wild, you will be killed without mercy!" From behind, a senior brother spoke up. He looked like he was twenty-six or seventeen years old. He rose into the sky, and a burst of fire rushed out. He was densely covered with runes and greeted him.
A middle-aged man.
With a "boom", the magic skills collided, and the middle-aged man in his thirties was unexpectedly defeated. He spat out blood and flew away, then exploded in the air and turned into a ball of ashes.
"It's Senior Brother Lin Mu. He hasn't left yet and is still in the teaching!" Many people were surprised and then overjoyed.
This is a powerful and talented senior brother. He has been in the profession for more than ten years. He has extremely high prestige and is deeply loved by the following junior brothers and sisters.
"Kid, you have gone too far. Butian Pavilion is decaying and will soon fall apart. If you dare to be so arrogant, you will die!"
Figures were flying, and three old men appeared one after another, charging forward. One wanted to capture and kill the little boy, one wanted to kill Senior Brother Lin Mu, and the third wanted to kill an important disciple of the Xiang Cult.
They are all extremely terrifying strong men with superb methods. They are hidden among the crowd. It is indeed terrifying to suddenly attack at this time.
"No matter how much the Butian Pavilion declines, I won't tolerate your arrogance!" At this moment, several figures appeared, coming from across the sky and killing towards the front.
He was the old man in the sect. This group of young men were not reckless people. They had already reported it to the teacher before coming out, so they had taken precautions.
"Boom"
After only a few encounters, the sky was already densely covered with runes, and then blood splashed, and the elders of the four major clans were killed. They were no match for the elders of Butian Pavilion.
"kill!"
Hundreds of disciples rushed forward in a mighty force, trapping the four tribesmen and suppressing them.
In the end, Lei Zu Muyan came forward in person and chased them down. He released a thunderbolt with dozens of thunders, completely submerging the mountainous area. All the masters of the four tribes who fled at first exploded and turned into ashes.
"Anyone who dares to offend our Butian Pavilion will be killed without mercy!" He stood up in the air, thunder and lightning intertwined, and his loud shout shook all directions.
Secretly, people from many forces were shocked and all retreated, not daring to get too close. Although Butian Pavilion was not as glorious as in the past, it was not something that ordinary people could provoke.
The little one felt warm in his heart and felt very excited. This was the warmth of the sect. The top and bottom were united and felt more and more like they belonged together.
"I don't even have a chance to show off." The big red bird was annoyed, not even a single treasure was obtained.
This battle was very fast and devastating. It just started and ended quickly.
As the days passed, there were fewer and fewer disciples in the sect, especially some geniuses, such as Xiao Tian and Yan Xin, who were finally sent away.
There are three thousand ordinary disciples in this class alone, which is too many. In the end, the sect decided to send them back to their respective tribes. Those who really don't want to leave can stay and will be transferred one after another.
Parting is destined to be sad. From now on, some people will never see each other again for the rest of their lives.
The little boy sent off batch after batch of senior brothers and sisters, and each one would pinch his little face before leaving, asking him to practice hard and stand tall in the world in the future, surpassing the sacrifice of spirits.
At that time, no matter whether there is a divine vine in Butian Pavilion or not, there is no need to fear the outside world.
"You are so cruel at such a young age, we all think highly of you, work hard!"
One after another, familiar and unfamiliar faces, all had great hopes for him. Even when the sect was in disaster, they were still optimistic and full of longing.
Little Dot and Qingfeng also had to be sent away, because time could not be delayed any longer. The situation of the memorial ceremony was very bad, some leaves had begun to wither and turn yellow, and they really couldn't hold on any longer.
However, when they were about to leave, Mu Yan and Mr. Liu frowned. After receiving the news temporarily, they were very uneasy and did not let these people set off.
Two days later, a terrible news came. The leader of Butian Pavilion vomited a mouthful of blood and couldn't help but scream in grief.
Mu Yan was even covered with electric light, overturned a spiritual mountain, and roared to the sky like an angry lion, extremely crazy.
Even Mr. Liu, who always looked like he couldn't wake up from his sleep, was extremely angry, with a menacing light shining in his eyes, and he was so angry that he coughed up blood.
The upper levels of Butian Pavilion were shaken, and everyone was going crazy. They couldn't bear it, and their blood was boiling.
News came that of the seven strongholds Butian Pavilion had established over the years, three had been uprooted. The disciples and the masters of the sect suffered heavy losses and were almost completely wiped out.
This is the hard work of many years of management. They started preparing hundreds of years ago. Everything is being done in secret. Those who can be sent to the seven strongholds are the true elites of the religion.
Such a loss is too great to bear.
"Is God going to destroy me at Butian Pavilion?" Old Su cried out sadly, with blood and tears rolling in his eyes.
When the little boy learned about it, he was shocked, and then very sad. Not long ago, he was seeing off those brothers and sisters, but he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, we would be separated forever.
I still remember that when they were leaving, they secretly drank the elder's wine together and got drunk. When they were drunk, everyone cried and made trouble, saying that they would rebuild the Pure Land in the future. How long did it take? They said goodbye forever.
There were many senior brothers and sisters whom he didn't even know. They helped him fight against the troops of the four major clans, which made him feel very warm. He hoped that Butian Pavilion would become stronger and give him a feeling of going home.
Unexpectedly, not long after it passed, many people would never be seen again.
He touched his little face, and it seemed that he could still feel the feeling of those senior brothers and sisters pinching him. They warned and placed their hopes on him, but in the end, the yin and yang were soon separated.
Three of the seven strongholds were uprooted, nearly half of the people transferred from Butian Pavilion were wiped out at once, and the remaining four pure lands may not be safe anymore.
Now the remaining people in the church can no longer go.
There was sadness all over Butian Pavilion.
"As long as you leave a spark of fire, it will become a prairie fire in the future." Deep in the pure land, a sigh came from the residence of the sacrificial spirit.
The divine vine revived, with blue clouds all over its body reaching to the sky. It spoke calmly and had no joy, anger or sorrow. However, if you feel it with your heart, it seems to have a kind of desolation. It said: "I have decided to leave the divine seed and let it protect the reborn Butian Pavilion in the future.
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"Lord Sacrifice the Spirit!" Everyone was mourning. At this moment, it was obvious that it was irreversible. The life of the Sacrifice Spirit had come to an end, and the miracle of resurrection was impossible.
"Master Sacrificial Spirit, please guide us on the way forward!" Many people cried sadly.
"Kill them out. As long as one person survives, Butian Pavilion will not be destroyed. Sooner or later, it will be reborn from the ashes!" said the spirit sacrifice. It has experienced too much since ancient times and has paid a heavy price to protect the pure land.
cost.
At this time, it rose from the ground, blue clouds rose into the sky, and the divine chains of order were intertwined and filled the sky, saying: "The battle has begun, my enemy is coming!"
In the distance, the aura of terror is surging, there is a divine ring shrouding the sky, there is a powerful person looking down at the heaven and earth, and the golden avenue spreads out from tens of thousands of miles away, as if it is descending from the heaven.
In addition, there are many wild people in Butian Pavilion. I don’t know how many people have come. There are all kinds of creatures, not just the human race, who want to carve up this place.
"Go, fight out. As long as one of us survives, Butian Pavilion will not be destroyed!" the leader of the sect, Su Zhong, shouted, with tears in his muddy old eyes.
The end of the world is approaching, so I pray for the monthly ticket treasure phantom to overcome the calamity.