Chapter 960 The old man of the Great Wilderness, the Taoist priest
High in the sky, no one could see the monks, watching with cold eyes.
A seabird spread its wings and flew over the place where the monk was, passing through all the buildings without any hindrance, as if nothing here existed.
After a while, the clouds and mist here condensed into a pair of eyes, which suddenly opened.
The expressionless man with a circle of runes on his iris felt his heart skip a beat. He quickly looked respectful and bowed his hands.
"My chief minister, I would like to pay my respects to Your Majesty."
Those eyes gave Chang Mu a faint look, then turned to look at the island below.
He crossed the fog, crossed the mountains and forests, and saw that in a cave on the island, Mei Yan was baking something that he could no longer tell what it was.
Everything about Mei Yan seemed to be transparent, displayed directly in front of him.
"I haven't seen such a pure magic method in many years."
After taking a few peeks, he was completely sure that this ant was definitely not the person he wanted to see. At most, he had just started practicing.
The wheel of fortune is weak, but as bright as the morning sun, and the face is the true age.
Those eyes continued to peek around, wanting to continue searching, but they saw nothing.
The long-eyed man on the side lowered his eyebrows and spoke at the right time.
"Your Majesty, this place is a fragment of the ancient Huliang Sacred Mountain. There should be no problem. It is just a fragment of the Sacred Mountain. It has mysteriously collapsed and is no different from ordinary rocks.
I can't see anyone else, I can only confirm that this person did fall here through the connection between the broken fragments of the sacred mountain. It must be a coincidence.
My subordinates peered into his soul, but found nothing significant."
"Keep it for now and send someone to send it to the imperial capital."
"I obey my orders."
Those eyes closed again and turned into drifting clouds again.
Bowed with long eyes.
"Farewell to Your Majesty."
After standing up, Changmu had a solemn look on his face. Emperor Zun had a ray of consciousness that he came here in person and had to take a look with his own eyes before he felt relieved. This is enough to show how much he attaches importance to it.
He followed orders and stayed here for decades.
As the leader of this generation, he has the responsibility of monitoring the world. He was ordered to track a person, but he lost him. The Emperor of the Ten Directions was furious and punished him to such a place where no one can shit.
For decades, Emperor Zun ignored him and only told him that this place was a fragment of the ancient sacred mountain Huliang and asked him to monitor this place.
He originally thought it was punishment, but he never thought that it was an important task entrusted to him. The so-called punishment was probably just a cover.
For decades, if he hadn't spied on the roots of an unknown sacred tree that penetrated this world from outside the Shifang Realm, he himself might have been discouraged.
Emperor Zun is unfathomable and powerful as a prison. Over the years, three Dao Lords have been executed by Emperor Zun.
Chang Mu knew very well that no one was indispensable to Emperor Zun.
not even one.
He peeked away again and observed the situation. This time, he saw that the root system of the unknown sacred tree where he peeked last time had also disappeared and was no longer in its original position.
While he was deep in thought, he did not stop moving his hands while writing secret orders to recruit people to take away this little monk of the devil's path.
The jade book with the secret order written on it turned into a divine light and disappeared.
With long eyes, he suddenly turned his head and looked to the other side.
On the island, something seemed to emerge from the void. In an instant, he could see clearly that there seemed to be a gray stone bridge no more than a few feet wide, extending out from the void.
As the stone bridge grows longer, the front becomes clearer and clearer, until finally it completely turns into reality and is connected to the island below.
An old man with gray hair walked down from the stone bridge, looked around, and instantly spotted Mei Yan who was still grilling meat.
The old man carefully sensed that he was a demon cultivator by accident, and then he smiled and prepared to go.
When Changmu saw the person coming, his face turned livid, and a circle of runes on his iris rotated rapidly, and his eyes seemed to be eating people.
"Yan filthy!"
It was because of this person that he was demoted to a place like this.
The moment Yan Hui turned around and walked towards Mei Yan, the divine light in Chang Mu's eyes surged.
However, Yan Hui seemed to have known it for a long time. He waved his hand without looking back, and gray light, but not something bright, spread behind Yan Hui.
The long eyes were reflected by those gray rays of light, and their pupils suddenly seemed to be covered with a thin layer of plaster, and they could not see anything.
The tower where Changmu was located also turned gray and emerged in mid-air.
Yan Hui turned around, glanced at the sky, and let out a weird laugh.
"Changmu, you are indeed here."
As he said this, he took out a copybook from his arms, unfolded it, and wrote four crooked characters full of resentment: It's bad luck for you.
Most of the handwriting has disappeared. After Yan Hui took it out and looked at it for less than a breath, all the handwriting disappeared, and the calligraphy turned into powder.
Yan Hui looked up, looking at Chang Mu, whose eyes were blurred, as if he had a breath of bad breath, and couldn't help laughing.
"You are really unlucky. You opened your eyes wide and accepted a handful of dirty things from me. Look at how you are chasing me now. You bite me and don't let go. You deserve it!"
Yan Hui swaggered to where Mei Yan was and took out the surprised Mei Yan.
Walk directly towards the stone bridge.
Before leaving, he took another look at the tower that appeared in the sky and the long eyes that were blurred, and he casually struck out.
A huge gray blade appeared out of thin air and slashed towards Changmu.
However, when the giant blade slashed through, its terrifying power only shattered the layer of gray material stuck on the building shell.
The giant blade slashed through Changmu's body, and Changmu remained intact. Only the plaster on his body dissipated, and a lot of the layer covering his eyes also dissipated.
Seeing this, Yan Hui sighed with regret.
"If you don't do good things, if you become a supervisor, you can only see but not touch everything. What's the point of living?
If I were you, I would kill myself as soon as possible."
Chang Mu could see vaguely, and his magical power could not be restored for a while.
They could only watch helplessly as Yan Hui carried Mei Yan, stepped onto the stone bridge, and walked along the stone bridge. Their figures, like the stone bridge, gradually blurred.
"Evil heretic!" Yan was so angry that he could only gnash his teeth and shout angrily. Apart from that, he could do nothing else.
From the moment he became the supervisor of the Ten Directions Divine Dynasty, he was like a ghost, completely separated from the world. To the world, he was just a bystander standing in another world.
No one can hurt him or kill him, and even 99% of people can't find him. He can travel to many places at will, and things like mountain protection formations are basically useless.
But similarly, in order to achieve this step, he also has to pay the same price. He can only see it, but cannot touch it.
Even if he only eats an apple, he can only eat it in the palace of Shenchao. Any supplies he replenishes are specially refined. Most of the things he can't take out of the palace.
However, more than a hundred years ago, he finally met an opponent.
During a routine inspection, I met the evil heretic named Yan Hui. The power of this evil spirit could actually affect him. Even if it couldn't hurt him, it could block his magical powers and make him unable to do anything.
I don’t know how many years have passed since I missed him for the first time, followed him in the end, and lost him. For the first time, Emperor Shifang didn’t blame him too much, he just made a routine inspection and discovered it by chance.
But the second time, the Emperor of the Ten Directions personally ordered him to track Yan Hui and find the people behind Yan Hui, but he messed up again.
Then he was exiled to a place like this where birds don't poop, and he stayed there for decades.
Now I've been fooled again.
My mind exploded.
At this moment, the clouds and mist above his head once again condensed into a pair of eyes. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the stone bridge that had almost disappeared.
Everything there seems to be frozen, and the place where the stone bridge and the island are connected has become a substance and cannot be broken down at all.
Under those majestic eyes, the clouds continued to gather, condensing into a middle-aged man wearing black imperial robes.
He stretched out a hand and grabbed it in the air.
The palm seemed to compress the space directly, and went along the gray stone bridge. Like Yan Hui who had left, it gradually blurred and disappeared there.
…
In a world of beautiful mountains and clear waters.
A gray stone bridge emerged from the nothingness, seemingly there and not at all, just like looking at flowers in the mist. The stone bridge continued to extend from the nothingness, gradually solidified, and finally connected with the cliff.
Yan Hui carried the plum salt, and his figure gradually changed from blurry to solid as he moved forward.
However, just when he was about to cross the stone bridge and step onto the cliff.
A hand extended from behind them along the stone bridge, grabbing towards them.
Terrible power, accompanied by indescribable pressure, turned from virtual to real, suppressing this world. Yan Xue's figure paused slightly, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, and his steps were difficult.
His face was extremely ugly, his body seemed to have turned into a stone sculpture, his skin was constantly turning gray, and an aura that was incompatible with the world was rising crazily.
The power of the Emperor of the Ten Directions, suppressing him, suddenly weakened, and his pace began to accelerate.
However, when he was about to lift his feet, he realized that he could continue walking, but the plum salt he was carrying had fainted and all the bones in his body were broken. Even with him protecting him, he only had half a breath left.
, will be killed soon.
When he was in a dilemma, from behind the cliff, a long black whip whipped out, as if across space, towards the big hand.
Far away on the other side of the stone bridge, the condensed incarnation of the Ten Directions Emperors frowned slightly, paused for a moment, and a trace of great power blossomed.
In an instant, the black whip, which looked like it was stained with oil, hit the empty space with a snap.
However, with the sound of the whip, everything fell silent.
As if something was spurred, the invisible power spread out, and the great power diffused from that hand collapsed silently.
The palm of the hand continued to collapse from the fingertips, turning into clouds and mist again. Endless runes flashed within it, like stars dying, dimming one by one.
All the runes are in chaos, and so is the power.
The cloud incarnation of the Emperor of the Ten Directions retracted his hand. His palm had dissipated, leaving only his wrist. Where the palm was originally, there were only rolling clouds and chaotic runes, like stars flashing out.
His eyes were deep, looking across the stone bridge.
"Mu Dao Whip..."
"Human pastor, one of the twelve divisions, I thought you had been martyred back then, but I didn't expect that the person who had been hiding in secret was you."
The Emperor of the Ten Directions seemed to be talking to himself.
On the other side of the stone bridge, the black whip retracted again.
Yan Hui on the stone bridge, his face sinking like water, hurriedly carried the plum salt over.
"Senior, this is a man from Huliang. He is dying. I cannot help him with my strength."
As soon as his voice fell, the spiritual energy condensed into drops and fell into Mei Yan's body, helping him heal his injuries and restore his physical body.
An old man wearing a sheepskin coat, bronze skin, and a wrinkled face, holding a black whip, came from a distance. He looked at the stone bridge in the distance, and seemed to see the other side from the stone bridge.
The incarnation of the Emperor.
"With your position, you go to such great lengths and even take action personally just to lure me out. Now, I'm here..."
The pastor sighed, knowing this, but he had to take action.
Emperor Shifang looked at the current priest with a little regret.
"Among the twelve divisions, the most arrogant and arrogant pastor at that time, who claimed to be the shepherd of the way of heaven, has now become like this. It really makes me regretful."
The pastor's expression remained unchanged and he shook his head.
"Then shall I call you the Emperor of the Ten Directions, or the Emperor of the Taitian?"
The Emperor of Shifang opposite had a calm expression, as if he didn't care at all that such a secret was exposed.
"Emperor of the Ten Directions."
The priest said nothing and bowed his hands.
In an instant, the gray stone bridge collapsed before his eyes, and the connection was completely severed in the blink of an eye.
On the other side of the stone bridge, the Emperor of the Ten Directions did not stop him, and he could not stop it either.
After the gray stone bridge completely disappeared.
The pastor turned to look at Yan Hui.
"Leave. If his true form wants to come, it will take at most a stick of incense to find him here."
Yan Hui's face was as dark as water, and he stamped his feet. A new stone bridge immediately formed under his feet and extended into the void.
In an underground Yin River, a scroll floating with the waves flew out automatically and unfolded in the Yin River. In the painting, there were beautiful mountains and clear waters, and only a stone bridge could be seen extending from the painting.
The priest led the people out of the painting. As the stone bridge collapsed, the priest looked at the painting with some reluctance.
"The mountains and rivers in this secret painting are a piece of my hometown, but now I have to give it up."
The pastor turned to look at Yan Hui.
"Is there still a copybook?"
"Yes." Yan Hui immediately carefully took out a copybook, as if facing a formidable enemy.
The pastor waved his hand, unfolded the copybook, and wrote the four characters "The bad star shines brightly".
The calligraphy and picture scrolls are put together face to face, blending into one.
In the blink of an eye, the scroll burned and turned into ashes and disappeared.
The connection between the inner sealed realm and this world was completely severed, turning into a secret realm that fell into the void.
"Let's go. If the emperor himself comes after me in person, this should be delayed for a while."
Falling into the endless void torn apart by the great storm, I lost my direction. Whether I could come back or not would most likely depend on my luck.
No matter how strong you are, even if you have direction and guidance, you cannot be unscrupulous.
As long as the Muxing Gaozhao copybook can play a little role and provide guidance, it is enough.