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Shedding the shell, entering the dream, gathering the spirit, merging the spirit, and all tribulations. The five realms of manifestation in the "Yuan Shi Zhen Demon Sutra".
Ten Thousand Tribulations is not a level realm in the true sense. It can only be said to be a catastrophe that must be faced. After passing through it, the strength will undergo earth-shaking changes, which is equivalent to the peak of divine transformation. From then on, there will be no constraints in the world. Overcoming the tribulation and ascending are just around the corner.
; If you can't survive it, your body will be ruined, and you won't even have the chance to be reincarnated!
Once cultivation reaches the realm of ten thousand tribulations, the demonic body will generate thousands of thoughts, and all kinds of extremely complex thoughts will fill the mind. These thoughts will turn into countless thoughts, invade the minds of living beings, and trigger various emotions in the minds.
Ten thousand catastrophes are not only a catastrophe for all living beings in the entire Xiling Demon Continent, but also a catastrophe for Kong Fei himself. The minds of all living beings are like the sea. Once the aura of their nature is lost in it and they are unable to extricate themselves, they will turn into completely inhuman demons.
There are more than hundreds of millions of creatures in the entire Xiling Monster Continent. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are endless. Under the catastrophe, whether they are humans or monsters, or those birds, beasts, insects, and fish that have transformed from wet eggs, even including
Those God-Transforming Venerables who have already stood at the pinnacle of this world... will all be affected. The entire Xiling Demon Continent is destined to be littered with corpses. Only kind-hearted people who are fearless in life and death and have a strong heart can survive safely.
Most demons rely on bloodline inheritance for cultivation, and it is not easy to open a spirit. For the demon clan of Xiling Demon Continent, this is a real disaster. Humans are born with innate spiritual wisdom. Although they are also unable to escape the disaster, the Phoenix Nirvana is reborn from the fire.
This catastrophe is not an opportunity to truly rise!
At the beginning, Kong Fei committed killings in vain, and even practiced the "Original True Demon Sutra" at the cost of the lives of three million infants. Now, thousands of thoughts have arisen, transformed into thousands of calamities, overwhelming the entire Xiling Demon Continent, and fighting for a glimmer of hope for the human race.
Killing is to protect life. Right and wrong are determined by nature. Who can tell clearly which is good and which is evil?
The white mist is hazy, like a tide that covers the sky and the sun, sweeping across the entire Xiling land with a swallowing force. I don't know where it starts and where it ends. It reaches Cangming in the east and Ritwilight in the west; it stretches endlessly to the south and presses down on the Qionghai Sea in the north. Except for the raging waves
In addition to the endless strange white mist and the endless spreading divine fire from the sky, the entire Xiling Demon Continent is like a two-dimensional picture scroll, with all things and spirits frozen in it.
The floating clouds are slightly rolling, and everything is completely silent. Except for a few beings who have escaped from the Xiling land through various means, billions of creatures are like dots of ink in a scroll, strange and fantastic.
At a certain moment, in the misty and extremely thin white mist that covered the entire Xiling Demon Continent, a strange change suddenly occurred: a nine-color bubble that was as transparent as a soap bubble emerged from the heart of a deer.
.Like a balloon, one end of the silk thread is connected to the deer's heart, and the other end of the silk thread is connected to a nine-color bubble the size of a grape.
In the bubble, a fawn that had just been born from its mother's womb stood up confused but stubbornly, looking at this amazing world for the first time.
As the fawn gradually grows, it comes into contact with more and more creatures. These creatures are like passages, connecting different nine-color bubbles. Looking from a distance, it is like a child blowing up the bubble world with sparkling water.
Each nine-color bubble is the condensed memory of a living being.
One day three years later, while drinking water by Xiaolu Creek, he was shot in the hind leg by an arrow. A hunter with a quiver on his back, a bamboo hat on his head, and a hemp shirt jumped out of the depths of the forest happily.
...After that, the fawn's memory bubble contained only fences and fences.
Connected to one side of the little deer's memory bubble is another nine-color bubble about the size of a baby's fist.
The scene in the bubble has just been performed to the point where the Orion happily sprang out from the depths of the forest, lifted up the fawn that could no longer move, and returned happily satisfied.
The village where Orion is located is called "Green Branch Village". There are about a hundred families in the village, with one wife and one child, living a peaceful life.
Orion's memory bubble is simple and clear, but the memory bubble of his son Qingpingjian is as big as his head. In the bubble, Qingpingjian, who has been extremely talented since childhood, was accepted as a disciple by a wandering Taoist priest, and officially entered the world of immortality.
In just twenty years, it has reached the early stage of foundation building.
Fighting monsters and slaying demon cultivators, he shined in the sect competition and won the favor of the sect's little princess. He is not old but has rich experience. If the normal plot develops, this boy from a poor background will undoubtedly become
The winner in life is that divine fire descends from the sky, monsters invade, and the entire human race suffers a catastrophe. Facing the battle of genocide, the sect where Qingping Sword is located is naturally not spared, and is involved in the endless conquests of humans and monsters.
In the void, mist surges, and in the mist, nine-color memory bubbles of different sizes are connected with each other, and finally condense into a vast world that encompasses the entire Xiling Demon Continent. In this world that is both illusion and reality, countless creatures interpret life and death.
, like reincarnation, repeating the plot in memory over and over again.
Through the memory world of these creatures, the entire Xiling Demon Continent no longer has any secrets in front of Kong Fei. In the void, the Taoist condensed by white mist has his hands on his back, like an old man outside the world, quietly overlooking the entire world.
"Thousands of catastrophes...hehe, since it is a catastrophe for all spirits, how can I, Kong Fei, escape!"
The vague voice fell quietly, and at the same time, the Taoist figure condensed into white mist was like a dandelion. In an instant, the wind blew the mist away, turning into countless misty thoughts, falling towards these nine-color bubbles.
.Above the void, there is only a pitch-black demon heart beating endlessly. In the center of the demon heart, a mysterious and abnormal little rune sword is pregnant and nourished.
Just when Kong Fei transformed into thousands of thoughts and invaded these memory bubbles, the creatures that originally existed only in his memory seemed to suddenly come to life. He looked around with blurred eyes, and a thought came into his mind at the same time:
who I am?
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In the North Sea, about 30,000 miles away from the lava sea, there is a submarine volcano. The blue magma that initially deterred Taoists no longer poses the slightest threat. However, besides Kong Laosan, there are five other figures here.
"Uncle, where are we going?"
The majestic power of the soul has almost condensed into substance, encompassing Lin Cheng'er, Lin Ran'er, Hu Tian, Fan Chen, Qing Yun and a group of five people, isolating the surrounding terrifying and abnormal high temperature. Looking at the surrounding sticky as porridge
Chi Yan oozed blood, Fan Chen licked his dry lips, and asked with lingering fear.
"Just follow the old man and go, no need to say anything more!"
The Taoist spoke softly, without answering Fanchen's doubts.
Hearing this, Fanchen spread his hands helplessly, smiled bitterly at Qingyun who was closely following him, and finally muttered softly, slowly suppressing the curiosity in his heart.
"Brother Fan, when you brought us here, were you waiting for this senior?"
Behind him, Lin Ran'er, who was already familiar with everyone, asked cautiously. As he spoke, he secretly observed Kong Laodao's face, and saw that the latter showed no hesitation.
Then he quietly breathed a sigh of relief and looked in the direction of Fan Chen.
"Yes, this senior is the person we are waiting for, but we didn't expect that he would be my senior uncle!"
Fan Chen spoke softly, thinking of his master Qian Hu, he couldn't help but feel a little bitter.
"No wonder you brought us here after leaving Kongming Sanctuary!"
Tiger Sky Urn said.
After about a sip of tea, as the sky cleared under their feet, a huge underground space was exposed in front of everyone. At the moment, everyone's eyes were attracted by a huge bronze altar that stretched thousands of feet below. Except for the Taoist priest, everyone looked dumbfounded.
color.
"It is rumored that most ancient teleportation altars are made of bronze and can last for millions of years. Is this a teleportation altar passed down from ancient times?"
Qingyun Xingkou opened slightly and said in shock.
On top of the altar, there are finger-thick, extremely complicated, simple lines that connect vertically and horizontally. Perhaps it is because it is too complicated. At a glance, it makes people feel dizzy.
"It's really unbelievable that the ancient times could actually build such an amazing teleportation altar! The altar and the power of the vast sea pull each other, and it can run on its own relying only on the power of the undercurrent of the sea water. It's amazing!"
Lin Cheng'er, who had been silent until now, couldn't help but exclaimed. He seemed to have studied this kind of teleportation altar and couldn't help but exclaim.
Hearing this, Kong Laodao glanced at Lin Cheng'er without any trace and said nothing. After a while, he spoke again and said, "Get out of the way!"
As soon as the sleeves and robes were set, everyone was wrapped up by a strong force and retreated quickly behind them. At the same time, the Taoist made a move with one hand, and the majestic power of the soul condensed into a big gray hand, and he moved towards the altar.
In the distance, a crater about seven feet in size slowly explored.
At this moment, the scorching and abnormally high temperature seemed to explode in an instant. The rock wall turned into slurry and turned into a red color. Even if the Taoist isolated it with the power of his soul, he was still completely unable to stop the spread of this heat. At the same time, a ball of red color was about the size of a fist.
The blood-like and illusory ten thousand year fire spirit was slowly lifted up by a big illusory hand.
Ten Thousand Years of Fire Essence, one of the spiritual materials used to refine the "Xuan Yuan Dao Body", is now in the pocket of the Taoist.
After doing this, a red-gold storage bag hanging alone from the waist was pulled off by the Taoist. With a slight shake, a small mountain of spiritual materials flew out of the pocket. At the same time, he flipped it with one hand, and seven
An almost identical milky white jade slip suddenly appeared in the air, and with the help of spiritual thoughts, it was slowly repaired according to the method recorded in the jade slip.
Even with the guidance of the jade slip, the level of sophistication and complexity of this ancient teleportation altar far exceeded Taoist expectations. It took a full two years to complete the restoration of this ancient teleportation altar.
"Even the old Taoist doesn't know where this ancient teleportation altar leads, so you don't need to ask. If you are willing to leave here, just follow the old Taoist!"
As the Taoist spoke, he patted his waist, and a black and green token suddenly appeared in his hand. Pulled by the power of his spiritual thoughts, the faint power of space seemed to be connected with the altar at his feet, pulling the people behind him closely.
Five people were included in it.
The next moment, the altar under your feet was like a giant beast awakening. Wild waves roared, and bronze green light bloomed from the altar. The majestic and vast power of space condensed into shape like a hurricane. The next moment, a group of six people had disappeared.
On top of the altar, teleporting towards the unknown continent...