Apart from the Hidden Holy Land, it is the most mysterious place in the Xuantuan Realm.
There are more than hundreds of millions of monks in the world, but those who can know the existence of the unknown place are only a handful of people, and they are all the kind of people who have reached the heavens in cultivation.
Because of this, that mysterious place is called "unknowable" and is full of mysterious colors.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the Lingxiu Mountains shrouded in clouds and mist, a giant with a height of ten thousand feet walked towards the distance step by step. With every step he took, the earth shook like thunder, which reverberated in all directions.
He is so tall that the highest mountains only reach his knees, and the clouds in the sky can only cover his waist. His entire upper body breaks through the clouds and is covered in the sea of clouds, almost walking with the sky above his head.
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After a while.
The giant stopped in front of a small jungle. There was a hut there. In front of the hut, squatting a skinny old man. The old man was holding an iron knife in his hand, and he was chopping on a piece of solid wood one by one, making an aggressive and dull sound.
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Beside the skinny old man, there were sawdust piled on the ground.
Among the wood chips, there were already made wooden chairs, wooden tables, wooden beds, as well as other wooden bowls, wooden spoons, etc. The workmanship was very rough.
A closer look revealed that among the wooden furniture, some wooden chairs were missing a leg, and some wooden bowls had a gap. They were all incomplete, like a pile of scraps.
But the skinny old man worked tirelessly and relished it. At this moment, what was being forged in his hand was a wooden knife. The knife was four fingers wide and three feet long. The surface of the wood was still scratched, and it was as rough as a wooden board.
The giant sat down on a mountain, staring at the skinny old man with a pair of eyes as huge as a lake, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
"Is it done?" the skinny old man asked. Without raising his head, he continued to hit the wood with his knife, causing sawdust to fly everywhere.
"Well, Junior Sister Zhen scolded me, Master, is it appropriate for us to do this?"
The giant opened his mouth and made a loud sound. Although the voice was dull, the sound coming from his mouth was like a hurricane, rumbling and shaking the world.
The airflow of that voice stirred up sawdust all over the ground, and the skinny old man was covered with it. He was extremely embarrassed. He suddenly raised his head and roared loudly: "Tai Tian! How many times have I told you, what should I do when I speak?
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"Well."
The giant scratched his head, smiled, and in a flash, he suddenly transformed into a tall man eight feet tall, tall, rugged and powerful, with electric eyes flashing and extremely powerful.
If Chen Xi were here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this big man is the Great Sage, a towering being who was famous in the three realms many years ago!
But now, he is standing in front of the skinny old man like an obedient little Taoist boy.
Seeing this, the skinny old man snorted coldly and said: "It's appropriate or not, she will understand later."
The Great Sage Tatian sighed, and squatted on the ground, saying: "Master, my junior sister has been back for so many years, and it is too unfair for her to practice in this unknown place where there is nothing to do all day long."
"Grudged? No one else can get this kind of grievance by practicing eight lifetimes of blessings."
The skinny old man snorted again. As he spoke, he had been carving the thick piece of wood with an iron knife, and he could already see some outlines of the wooden knife.
"Then... why do you want to lock her up again? It's just an invitation. If Bing Shitian dares to bully her, I will kill that bastard with one punch." The Great Sage Tatian asked in confusion.
"You tough guy, don't pretend to be stupid in front of your master."
The skinny old man raised his head and glanced at him, his eyes were cloudy, but the sight made the Great Sage feel uncomfortable all over, and he could only giggle.
"Do you still remember those little guys you told me about back then?" The skinny old man thought for a while, stopped what he was doing, and said.
"Well, two were accepted as disciples by Fang Zhanmei of the Xiantian Demon Sect, one was taken away by the Six Thieves Monk of the Great Zen Forest Temple, and the other two were brought back to the sect by the Huangmei Weng of the Ascension Holy Land."
The Monkey King replied without hesitation.
How could he not remember? He even remembered clearly that the names of those whom Fang Zhanmei accepted as his disciples were Fan Yunlan and Zhao Qinghe.
The little guy who was accepted as a disciple by Monk Six Thieves was named Lingyu. As for the two little guys taken away by Huang Meiweng, one was named Huangfu Qingying and the other was named Zhou Zhou.
The reason why I remember them so clearly is that these little guys all come from the same small world, or even the same country, which is surprising.
After all, whether it is Fang Zhanmei, the Six Thieves Monk, or Huang Meiweng, they are all on the same level as him, and they have all chosen the descendants of the Great Chu Dynasty as their successors. This is really amazing.
"Yes, you go ask those bastards and see what they do, then you will understand why I locked up your little junior sister." The skinny old man said calmly.
"Did these guys also lock up their respective descendants and prevent them from meeting that Chen Xi?" The Great Sage Treading Heaven said in surprise. This time, he was really surprised, not pretending.
"Hey, why don't you pretend to be stupid in front of your master?" The skinny old man rolled his eyes.
"Hey, Master, you are so merciful, hurry up and clear up my disciple's doubts, otherwise I will die in a hurry." The Monkey King begged with a playful smile.
"As a teacher, I am not a bald donkey from the Buddhist sect, so why should I be so compassionate?"
The skinny old man said angrily, "Whenever I let your little junior sister out of seclusion, you will naturally understand all this. For now, just stay here honestly. At least no one will die."
dead?
The Great Sage Toutian was startled, and he secretly calculated in his mind that at his level, not only could he predict the future, but he could at least detect some omens and crises.
However, the result of this calculation made him secretly shocked. He could not figure out anything. The future was covered by a thick fog that could not be seen or touched!
"This is..." The Great Sage Tatian was surprised and uncertain.
"If you don't understand, don't think blindly. Just stay here with peace of mind." The skinny old man said casually.
"Then when will Junior Sister Zhen be able to come out of seclusion?" Great Sage Toutian still refused to give up.
"When the great road is lacking." The skinny old man said something incomprehensible, and then he immersed himself in the carving knife again without saying another word.
The Monkey King looked at the incomplete wooden chairs, wooden tables, and wooden bowls all over the floor... He was thoughtful and vaguely guessed something.
Only when the great road is lacking can we see the truth. This is the way of heaven in the eyes of the master. If Junior Sister Zhen wants to escape, will she have to wait until the way of heaven really changes dramatically? Then... wouldn't it be a time of turmoil in the three realms?
The Great Sage Tatian was stunned and fell into deep thought.
Such things also happened in several other mysterious places, such as the Xiantian Demon Sect, the Great Zen Forest Temple, and the Holy Land of Ascension...
And the cause and effect of all this is just because of the invitation sent by Bing Shitian.
There were only two names on the invitation: Qing Xiuyi and Bing Shitian.
But for those who know the relationship between the two, there is another person involved.
Therefore, Zhen Liuqing passively chose to retreat, and Fan Yunlan, Zhao Qinghe, Ling Yu, and Huangfu Qingying were probably the same on Thursday.
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The world of stars.
Chen Xi's figure was erratic, displaying various Taoist and magical powers under the starry sky.
His expression was neither sad nor happy, his eyes were calm, the spiritual platform was completely empty, and he had already forgotten everything around him.
This is the so-called pursuit of the eight extremes and total selflessness.
The second clone was sitting cross-legged on the ground, deducing the prototypes of various divine urns.
Although it is divided into the main body and the second clone, the insights gained by the two are the same, they just seem to be doing two things at once.
Flowers bloom and fall, spring passes and autumn comes.
Fifty years have passed in a hurry in the world of stars.
As for the outside world, only five years have passed.
In the past five years, too many things have happened in the Xuanhuan Territory, most of which were related to the wars between alien races outside the territory.
Just as Chen Xi had predicted before, the pace of foreign invasion from outside the region is accelerating, and wars have begun to ignite like sparks in various parts of the Xuantuan Territory.
In this tense situation, the entire cultivation world of Xuan Huan Territory also responded individually, sending out backbone forces to start chasing and suppressing the foreign teams from outside the territory.
It is said that heroes emerge from troubled times. In these battles, although the spiritual world suffered countless casualties, dazzling young strong men emerged one after another, leading the way and becoming famous all over the world.
Although most people still remember the old and unparalleled geniuses like Chen Xi, Qiu Xuanshu, and Bai Liyan, they have faded out of people's sight in the past five years.
This is a turbulent era. Every day, amazing geniuses streak across the sky like comets and become known to people.
This is also a cruel era. Those proud people may be at the height of their power one day, but die tomorrow, and there will never be a trace of them again.
Everything changes too fast.
Although it has only been five years.
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This day marks Chen Xi's fiftieth year of seclusion in the star world and his fifth year in the outside world.
Under the stars.
Chen Xi's true self has been practicing Taoism and magical powers for fifty years without eating or drinking.
His movements have begun to slow down little by little. Between his palms and punches, he seems to be dragging a hundred thousand mountains in motion, filled with an obscure and stagnant flavor.
Sometimes, he would remain silent for a long time before slowly making a move.
But its power is no longer comparable to that of the past. Each move carries a condensed power that reaches people's hearts.
If Bai Jingchen were here, he would definitely be surprised to find that Chen Xi's punches and palms already had a trace of the charm of the three punches he made.
Although it is still very raw, as long as you continue to practice like this, a qualitative transformation will inevitably occur.
However, Chen Xi did not continue practicing today. Instead, as if he sensed something, he suddenly stopped his movement, and a quiet mountain-like power flashed in his eyes.
At the same time, the second clone dressed in apricot yellow Taoist robes also woke up from the deduction.
The two looked at each other, both smiling and saying nothing.
The next moment, Chen Xi's true form had disappeared into the starry world.
Over Xihua Peak, thunderclouds roared. A black cloud as black as ink and a white cloud as bright as snow gathered together to form a strange black and white cloud group, colliding with each other and rolling.
Looking from a distance, it looks like a huge funnel hanging upside down in the sky, releasing a terrifying power of disaster.
That is Yin Yang Thunder Tribulation!
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PS: Don’t worry, everyone, I will not write a long story about the God of Tribulation. Some plots will speed up the pace. Please use your jumping thinking... The third update is around 12:30 in the morning.