The word "Om" came out from the sky, and hundreds of masters were wiped out, shocking the world, and powerful men from all over the world gathered together.
The Hu family even dispatched a large number of experts to besiege the small mountain village. Hai Yunxue pretended to be crazy, and Xiao Chen slaughtered Hai Fanyun in front of her. This was completely trampling on her and the Hu family's soul and dignity.
However, Xiao Chen sat quietly on the yellow mud platform, practicing Xuan Kung diligently, letting the wind and snow attack, motionless, as if he had been petrified, and did not care about anything outside.
The first time he used the eight tones of the original source, after the battle, Xiao Chen calmly realized it. The Tianyin of "Om" was deeply rooted in his mind and fit with his soul. He realized more true meanings.
The snowflakes are getting bigger and bigger, the sky and the earth are covered with snow, and the goose-feather snow once again drowns Xiao Chen. The ancient music in the yellow mud platform is singing in unison, and the eight tones are rotating, sometimes like a rough war song, sometimes like the soft music, changing
Unpredictable and difficult to fathom.
Xiao Chen and Huangni Terrace were completely sealed inside by the heavy snow, and only a human figure could be seen sitting cross-legged on the platform.
Hai Yunxue was extremely angry, her willow eyebrows stood upright, her phoenix eyes widened, her beautiful face was filled with murderous intent, and evil aura emerged from her eyes, but she was unable to do anything to Xiao Chen, and watched helplessly as her big enemy stood there quietly.
Practice.
Fang Tianqi, who aspired to be crowned king in Mount Tai, was originally one of the ten strongest young men in the world of cultivation. Now he is even more famous and famous all over the world. After learning that his younger brother was dead, he led a large number of masters to arrive.
Ye Tian, also one of the ten strongest young heroes in the world of cultivation, was crowned king and aspired to the throne in Huashan. His sister Ye Jun was killed by Xiao Chen, so he also led many masters to arrive as soon as possible.
For three days, masters from all directions took action after hearing the news.
It is said that the world-famous young masters Zhao Chongyang, Xue Wu, Meng Xinie and Canghai have also arrived outside the ancient village, but no one knows where they are hiding. To be able to become the king of one side, they are naturally the best among their generation.
All the outstanding people wanted to see how Xiao Chen could kill hundreds of people instantly.
Naturally, some senior figures also arrived. Not to mention the masters sent by the Sun Sect, Chan Sect, Jie Sect and other major forces, they were all extraordinary people.
It's just that Xiao Chen has been indifferent for the past three days. His body is like a dead tree, falling into deathly silence, unmoved by the hostility of the powerful outside. His heart is peaceful, the mysterious method of the heavenly monument emerges in his heart, and the eight-note wheel of the origin rings in his ears.
, traces of essence overflowed from the pores all over his body, slowly flowing on the body surface. He and the outside world were as natural as nature, gradually becoming one.
The so-called unity of nature and man is slowly manifested at this moment.
There were cultivators outside who keenly sensed his state, which immediately made Fang Tianqi, Ye Tian and others extremely angry. Others were standing in the wind and snow, but he was practicing as if no one was around. It was annoying and hateful.
On the fourth day, Xiao Chen finally woke up. The ice and snow outside his body shattered and he was knocked down.
At this moment, the heavy snow finally stopped, and the morning glow fell, reflecting the white snow on the ground. This is a jade-like snow-white world.
Seeing the numerous figures and masters in the woods outside the village, Xiao Chen stood up and waited until he saw Hai Yunxue, Fang Tianqi, Ye Tian and other people who wanted to get rid of him. He laughed and made a rumbling sound.
Cutting through the sky, the snow on the shaking trees rustled down.
"Xiao Chen, come out and fight." Fang Tianqi shouted outside the village. Although the immortal energy was flowing around him, it was difficult to conceal the murderous intent that soared into the sky.
Ye Tian was already wearing purple-gold immortal armor and standing in the sky. A golden clock hovered in front of him, and the sky reflected was bright. Even the white snow on the ground seemed to be dyed with a layer of gold. He
Han Sheng said: "If you dare to come out and fight, I will tie my own hands and fight you."
"Whatever you say will be done? I said war is a war." Xiao Chen glanced ahead, and finally ignored everyone's hostility, turned around, and walked towards the village, leaving everyone there unceremoniously.
"you……"
Some angry young cultivators glared at Xiao Chen's back and were so angry that they could not speak.
"Just wait there. When I fight depends on my mood."
Xiao Chen's words came from the street, and the angry cultivator immediately became furious.
"What a shame. I came here just because I was angry."
"If you dare, get out and I'll crush you with my three fingers."
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Many people cursed.
Xiao Chen ignored them and felt peaceful in his heart. The three days of silent understanding gave him a deeper understanding of the mysterious method. Ancient stele sky map, seal of martial arts, original eight tones, seven steps against the dragon, etc. all came to mind one by one.
, many mysteries gradually became clear.
Walking in the village alleys covered with white snow, Xiao Chen's body gradually faded away, as if it would disappear at any time, blending into the surrounding world. Everything was so harmonious and natural, which was a typical manifestation of Xuan Gong's advancement.
Arriving under an ancient locust tree in the village, Xiao Chen felt a powerful wave of life, which was...a small snow-white beast. It wasn't until he entered the realm of Nirvana that he truly felt the potential of Ke Ke.
huge.
That furry body like a small snowball contains unimaginable power.
Xiao Chen rose into the sky, like digging out a bird's nest, and pulled Keke out of the cozy nest made of spiritual grass among the branches on the top of the tree.
The little guy slept very soundly, curled up into a ball, and was still talking in his sleep when he was taken out.
"Bah, bah, bah..." The little thing opened its big eyes in a daze and cried out dissatisfied, as if blaming Xiao Chen for disturbing its sweet dream.
With sleepy eyes, his chubby body seemed to have gained weight again, and he was so naive. His snow-white fur, which was as smooth as jade, was better than white snow, and shone with a little jade light. It grunted to vent its dissatisfaction, and then lazily opened Lost Paradise and pulled it.
A golden ginseng about one foot long came out, which was as long as its body. He held it in his arms and ate it with relish.
Xiao Chen was immediately amused. This little thing had been hibernating for several months. The first thing he did when he woke up was to find food. It was really hard by nature. Xiao Chen took it to the ground and walked along the quiet street.
Walk towards home.
It is difficult to understand everything that happened in the village. To this day, all the villagers are still sleeping, entering the sweetest dream.
First, the two lolita were shaken to wake up. The moment Linglong and Tutu opened their eyes, dozens of rays of light were swept out. They covered their heads and faces, and almost knocked Keke away who couldn't dodge. They were very vigilant.
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Then, the three overly energetic guys chased and beat them noisily.
Xiao Chen looked at his parents and began to call softly. Finally, the two old men woke up. Nothing unusual happened. It seemed that they had only slept for a moment. However, when they saw the white snow outside the window, they were all stunned.
Next, Xiao Chen woke up some villagers, mainly the elderly, and wanted to ask if similar things had happened in the past.
"Yes, something similar did happen." An old man who was nearly a hundred years old, leaning on a cane tremblingly, said: "Endless years have passed, and I don't know what era it was. People in our village
Inexplicably, they all fell asleep. When they woke up, hundreds of thousands of years had passed in this world."
The old man slowly recounted the seemingly absurd secret, saying: "Everyone thought it was just a night's sleep, but unexpectedly they learned that the dynasty had changed several times outside. But the strange thing is that nothing happened in the village.
Not even the slightest change, even the water in the pot is still hot and the fire in the stove has not been extinguished. Everything seems to have been frozen in that moment."
A day in the cave means a thousand years in the world.
Xiao Chen was shocked. Similar things had happened in the past, which was really unbelievable. However, the old people who were awakened in the village were not afraid at all. Instead, they all showed joy.
"Old Master, how can you still laugh?" Xiao Chen asked in surprise.
The oldest old man held Xiao Chen's hand mysteriously and said: "According to legend, after that long sleep, many of our ancestors appeared in the sky and escaped from the earth. Maybe this time..."
These old men all smiled and narrowed their eyes.
Xiao Chen was dumbfounded by what several old people said. It was difficult to guess what the secrets of this so-called prehistoric ancient village were.
At this time, all the people who were still awake were woken up. Xiao Chen hurriedly told them not to leave the village. Unexpectedly, no one was scared. After listening to the words of the old people, everyone was smiling. Many of them.
The young people were all in high spirits. They seemed to be waiting to become immortals.
Xiao Chen was quite speechless and didn't know what to say.
They did not have to do hard labor to build the Yellow River. The villagers' lives were very prosperous, and they were suddenly filled with joy. They killed chickens and sheep, preparing to celebrate and have a belated Spring Festival.
Xiao Chen walked around the ancient village, fearing that the villagers would not listen to the advice and leave the village, but he was relieved that no one did so.
Seeing the villagers busy and smelling the aroma of wine and meat, the cultivators in the ice and snow all had unkind expressions on their faces, staring at Xiao Chen who was walking around with cold eyes.
Xiao Chen's "Om" word Tianyin was spoken again, which represented the power of life and death. But this time, he did not use the power of death to kill, but used the power of life to make the flowers, plants and trees in the village glow with life and break out of the snow.
Buds sprouted, flowers bloomed, and the fruit trees in front of and behind every house bore attractive fruits.
The jasper-like fruit trees have lush branches, with pink peaches among the green leaves, yellow persimmons, fragrant apples, cracked pomegranates, etc., filling the branches with abundant fruits.
In this snow-white world, the appearance of such a vibrant scene can be called a miracle. The villagers were overjoyed and became even more convinced that a god flying into the sky and escaping to the earth would appear in the village.
After seeing Xiao Chen's method, the cultivators outside were shocked. Even immortals couldn't easily make all the vegetation in a village full of life in an instant. What kind of power is this?
Naturally they don't know that this is not due to their level of cultivation.
Xiao Chen discovered that this was like practicing, controlling the sounds of heaven, and resonating with the soul. It seemed that his understanding of the word "Om" was gradually deepening.
The fresh and life-like cultivation method not only satisfied the villagers, but also allowed him to refine his cultivation. Xiao Chen caught Keke who was engaged in a "big battle" with two lolita and asked him to take out some from the lost paradise.
Fairy trees and strange flowers.
There are many strange flowers and trees in the Lost Paradise. Although the fruits they bear are not considered to be of the highest quality, compared to ordinary products, they are still rich in spiritual energy. If they are shared with the villagers, they will naturally prolong their lives.
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The little thing is very generous. With a swipe of his little paw, he can take as much as he wants. This kind of fruit is all over the Lost Paradise, and Keke's appetite has long been cultivated, and she doesn't even bother to eat it.
The only thing Ke Ke is interested in in the Lost Paradise is a fruit forest in the center. It was transformed by the fragmented spiritual power of more than a dozen half-ancestors who entered during the ancient god's desert battle in the Immortal Realm.
The sacred tree.
Each tree is a towering giant tree, full of green fruits. As soon as he wakes up, the little guy can't wait to see it seven times a day, hoping that this orchard will have a good harvest soon. However, these fruits seem to be unripe and have not changed from beginning to end.
It is so greedy that it can only watch helplessly every day.
In less than half a day, strange flowers and fruits replaced the original vegetation, and the ancient village was filled with spiritual energy, which made people more convinced of the theory of immortality. The children couldn't wait to climb up and pick the golden and yellow fruits.
Xiao Chen feels that planting spiritual trees really consumes energy, but it is definitely a kind of exercise. He silently recites the sound of the word "Om" and practices it in ordinary life.
The people in the village were smiling happily, while the cultivators outside the village were angry.
Xiao Chen didn't want to go out and fight in front of the villagers.
When noon came, something surprising happened. The strange flowers and trees planted by Xiao Chen became more spiritual. There were actually streaks of rays of light, and the snow at their roots was melting rapidly. The whole village seemed like a giant
Life forms began to glow with vitality, not just those plants and trees.
Not long after, the ice and snow completely disappeared, the surface of the earth was filled with light, and a light mist rose up, hazy, lingering in the whole village. It was like a dream, like a fairyland. Not only the villagers were surprised, but also the cultivators who were trapped outside.
They all changed color and were confused and confused.
How could this happen? Xiao Chen found it difficult to understand. He once again sat on the yellow mud platform at the entrance of the village, and concentrated on sensing the entire village. He found that the spiritual energy was surging under the earth, communicating with the roots of those strange flowers and trees.
The strange tree connected the spiritual veins, turning the ancient village into a fairyland? Xiao Chen continued to explore underground with concentration, and suddenly he was extremely shocked. There was a huge black shadow under the source of spiritual energy. It turned out to be a huge—
---city!
Although I was looking through the ground with my clairvoyance, it was difficult to see clearly, it was blurry, as if there were endless black clouds lingering.
The ancient village really has an extraordinary origin, and now Xiao Chen is finally convinced that it is far from as simple as it seems on the surface.
Although he didn't know how many miles underground, Xiao Chen still felt the heaviness and majesty. The traces of the huge city exuded the atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes, which touched his heart and made his mood fluctuate. An unimaginable feeling.
The powerful pressure penetrates from underground and rises upward.
At this moment, Xiao Chen was shocked, that was...
The clouds and mists were billowing, and the giant underground city was looming. A little light shone brightly in the ancient city and reflected in Xiao Chen's heart. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning and was so shocked that he fell off the yellow mud platform.
Many cultivators outside the village were gloating over his misfortune, thinking that Xiao Chen had gone crazy while practicing Qigong.
It was difficult to sense everything underground without the help of a yellow mud platform. Xiao Chen did not want people outside the village to notice anything unusual, so he rushed into the village with the yellow mud platform and sat cross-legged on it again.
That light once again reached his heart from the ground. The yellow mud platform trembled slightly, and the ancient sounds of the origin rang together. He finally saw clearly that it turned out to be a magic lamp, which was everlasting and was suspended in the ancient city. It was the only light.
It is so evil that even after endless years, it is still immortal.
The eight notes of the original sound sounded in unison, sometimes rough and heroic, sometimes melodious, and finally only the sound of "Weng" could be heard. The yellow mud platform shook violently, and at the same time, the broken stone man in Xiao Chen's body also rippled a little.
"boom"
Shocking!
The whole world began to shake, and Xiao Chen felt like the world was spinning. Then the world around him became bright, and he couldn't see anything else. What he saw was a soft holy light.
When everything calmed down, Xiao Chen sat cross-legged on the yellow clay platform, with a magic lamp hovering quietly next to his left shoulder, seeming to illuminate his path forward.
Like gold but not gold, like wood but not wood, after endless years, the ancient lamp will always shine.
The swaying lights reflected the yellow mud platform, making Xiao Chen seem to be condensed with them.