Chapter 809 In the Wanfa Tower, the great demon Yang Ni!
"Mr. Lu, we are destined to meet again. If...forget it, we are not destined to be together, so it is better to disappear!"
A faint white mist covered Han Yue Sanren's body, and in the horrified eyes of Lu Chen, a group of refugees, and soldiers, it disappeared into the air, like white smoke blown away by the wind.
"Changing fate against heaven, visitors from outside..."
Without trying to block it, Mu Fu watched quietly. In the fairyland, Lu Chen stood up, frowning slightly, with a subtle expression.
There is a heaven beyond the sky and all the realms in the universe. This is not a secret to him. He even vaguely knows that the heaven beyond the heaven may be more suitable for cultivation than this world.
But it’s just knowing.
Escape from the Void and Break the World, the legend of time and space, even for him today, it is still a legend among legends.
The void is everywhere, but there is nothing to think about and want to break...
Therefore, when he first learned about the existence of Tianwaitian, he pursued it for a while, but then slowly gave up.
Until now...
"Tianwai, are you a visitor?"
Witnessing the disappearance of the fortune teller, there was an uproar in the gathering place, while the wooden Buddha watched quietly.
After a long time, he glanced at the disciples and grandsons of Hanyue Sanren who had chased him out of the inn, but there was no movement.
Naturally, he would not do anything to these people, not only because these people were no threat, but also because the Hanyue San people left money to buy their lives for them.
This old Taoist stayed here, waiting for a long time, to reveal the existence of the outer world for him, and let him see with his own eyes that the person disappeared in this world. How could it be without a reason?
It's just that as a teacher, I protect my apprentice for the last time...
…
"Farewell, Shanhaijie!"
As light as smoke, but enough to cover up all the outside perceptions, Han Yue San people were thinking silently in their hearts.
Even though I have lived for hundreds of years and seen many separations and deaths, I can't help but feel a little sad at this moment.
After saying goodbye today, I wonder if there is still a chance to return to the world where he was born and raised...
Buzz~
What seemed like an instant, and what seemed like a long time later, a vague buzzing sound echoed in his heart.
"This is……"
As the lingering sound echoed, Hanyue Sanren was in a trance for a moment.
In a daze, I felt that this life was spreading before my eyes like smoke and clouds...
When he was young, his family broke down and he was adopted by Master Sanxiaosan...
When he was young, he achieved success in his studies, traveled a lot, and became a guest of high-ranking officials. He was rich, well-dressed, well-dressed, well-dressed, well-wined, and beauties...
In middle age, my beauty has passed away, I am disheartened, I only feel that life is like smoke and dust, fleeting, I go back to the mountain to find a teacher, and pursue immortality...
Piece by piece, piece by piece, everything I have experienced in the past hundreds of years, and even many memories that I have long forgotten, emerge in my mind, as vivid as new.
"Someone is spying on my destiny..."
Suddenly, such a thought emerged in his mind, Hanyue Sanren came back to his senses, but he was not surprised, and even looked very calm.
This is a place where only a faint light exists, surrounded by extremely dark ancient roads, which are countless miles long and cannot be seen at a glance.
"A bamboo building."
Hanyue Sanren raised his eyes and looked at the source of the light.
In the deep and quiet darkness, the light source is like a burning lamp. The light seems weak and soft, but it seems to be able to convey infinite depth...
Holding the unknown token that had been crushed but condensed again, Hanyue Sanren had no fear and calmly walked towards the source of the light.
This ancient road was eerily silent and eerily long. He walked along for an unknown amount of time before he saw a bamboo tower shaped like an ancient pagoda in the light source.
On top of the bamboo tower, there were three characters that he had never seen before. They seemed to be Taoist texts, but they seemed to be much older.
He had a very good memory, and at a glance he knew that he had never seen such words anywhere, but the meaning of the words emerged in his mind.
"Wanfa Tower!"
This is the name of this bamboo building.
In addition to the name, there are also the journey of this bamboo building and some other matters needing attention.
It’s just three words, but it contains so much information. It seems like there are tens of millions of words!
What text is this?
Hanyue Sanren's heart trembled, and an answer came to his ears:
"This is the "Mantra of Laws and Orders. According to legend, it was created by a supreme being who imitated the heaven and earth before ancient times. Every word contains the unpredictable and tyrannical power of ghosts and gods..."
As the words drifted, a middle-aged man in a green shirt with a somewhat scholarly temperament appeared in front of the bamboo building and introduced with a smile:
"Fellow Taoist from the Mountain and Sea Realm, I am the master of magical powers who joined Wanfa Pavilion before you. You can call me "Ji Huan Yang..."
"Friend Ji is polite."
Hanyue Sanren narrowed his eyes slightly and responded with a smile, but he was a little worried in his heart.
He could understand what this person said. It was a language from the Shanhai Realm, but this person was obviously not from the Shanhai Realm.
He was born with two pairs of ears...
Ji Huanyang didn't pay much attention to Hanyue Sanren's warning and just smiled slightly:
"Fellow Taoist is from the world of mountains and seas? I don't know what to call him?"
"I almost forgot, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my poor Taoist nickname is "Three Smiles," commonly known as "Lu Chen," I've just arrived at this treasured place, so I need to give you some advice from fellow Daoist Ji."
The old man seemed to have a sudden realization and patted his forehead.
"It turns out to be fellow Daoist Lu."
Ji Huanyang didn't know whether to believe it or not. He nodded slightly, as if he remembered something:
"By the way, Fellow Daoist Lu, every magical power master who joins Wanfa Tower has an opportunity to communicate with spiritual treasures. Don't miss it...
This is the only good fortune that we can easily obtain when we join Wanfa Pavilion, Xuantian Lingbao...,
"Thank you fellow Taoist for your advice."
Hanyue Sanren nodded his thanks and walked into Wanfa Tower unhurriedly.
According to the information obtained from the three "laws and mantras", this bamboo tower is the external image of the "Xuantian Lingbao Ten Thousand Dharma Tower".
It seems to be one building, but in reality there are tens of thousands of them. Even if two people step into the bamboo building at the same time, they will be in completely different places.
It is not difficult for him to understand this information, but it is Xuantian Lingbao...
He knows all about magic weapons, magical treasures, and spiritual treasures. Is this Xuantian Spiritual Treasure on top of the spiritual treasures?
Buzz!
Inside the bamboo building, it was dark and gloomy.
Hanyue Sanren stood in it, thinking to himself, trying to figure out how to communicate with this Xuantian Spiritual Treasure, when his heart suddenly shook.
The surging white mist gathered into words, like a waterfall, constantly emerging and flowing.
"This again?"
Hanyue Sanren took a closer look.
Upon closer inspection, this complicated torrent of words is divided into two sides, one of which is called "Become an Immortal through accumulated efforts, small achievements and great achievements are listed..."
[Big Dragon Sword: Inferior spiritual treasure, requires 84,030 minor skills]
[Fate-defying Second Pill: Spirit-level treasure pill, requires 76,400 minor skills]
[Jiuyao level, Chunyang Taoist rank diagram: 8,000 small steps required]
The words flowing like a waterfall seem to have a soul-stirring magic power, making Hanyue San people involuntarily concentrate.
And the place where his eyes converged was on the Fate Defying Second Pill.
[...Find the eight treasures of Tao Buddha fire, get rare water from all over the world, knead the yin and yang to refine the Tao fruit essence...
Taking this elixir can reshape the longevity of yin and yang without losing the spiritual wisdom, the foundation is not damaged, and it can also improve the innate body and legs...]
"There is such a treasure pill here?!"
Hanyue Sanren couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
He has suffered for more than three hundred years and has a profound understanding of yin and yang life spans. He knows very well that most of the life-extending pills in the world only reduce yin life and increase yang life.
Because he himself can live as long as he does now by wasting his Yin life.
This method can certainly prolong life, but if the yin life is over, even ghosts will not be able to do it.
Therefore, when he saw this pill, he couldn't help but feel excited, but...
"What is this great and small achievement?"
It took a while before Han Yue San could suppress the throbbing in his heart.
He read the Dao Zang thoroughly and knew that in ancient times, practitioners had a saying that "one who makes meritorious deeds will become an immortal."
If a practitioner has made great achievements in heaven and earth, and performed great deeds in the past and present, he can ascend to heaven, and after experiencing the thirty-six caves of heaven, he can be promoted to the rank of immortal.
What is this great and small achievement?
Without waiting for an explanation, Hanyue Sanren became more interested than ever in the Wanfa Tower in front of him.
After a cursory glance at the "small power area," I looked towards the "big power zone."
In the mist, the Great Skill Area looked very blurry and not much was revealed, but just such a startling glimpse made his heart tremble.
[Hot Fire Wheel: Superior Spiritual Treasure, requires 800 feats...]
[Three heads and six arms: great magical power, requires 912 great skills]
[Fa Tian Xian Di: Great supernatural power, requires 923 great merits]
[Purple Qi Yun Shen: A Book of Incarnations of Great Divine Powers, Requires 1,843 Great Merits]
With just one glance, Hanyue Sanren could not move his eyes, and his heart was filled with waves.
As a master of magical powers, how could he not know what great magical powers are?
According to ancient legend, in ancient times, during the great era when immortals and Buddhas were in the world, strong men who stirred up troubles, laughed arrogantly, and looked down upon the gods were collectively called those with great supernatural powers!
"Is there a legendary person with great supernatural powers in this Wanfa Tower?"
This thought just crossed my mind, and Hanyue Sanren felt a chill on his back, and he struggled to suppress the distracting thoughts in his mind.
Further up, the Dagong Area was blocked by fog. He was very focused and could only see some words in it.
A few words at the top of the fog made Hanyue San's mind sway, but he soon came to his senses.
Let alone whether the thing in the mist is real or fake, even if it is real, he can't get it.
Because he doesn't even have small merit...
"Xuan Gong District? This so-called great merit and small merit turns out to be the reward for driving others...,...
Glancing at the Xuan Gong area on the other side, Hanyue Sanren became more and more awake and had a slightly vague impression of the Wanfa Tower.
It's more like a killer organization like Jiminglou...
Before Han Yue San's thoughts could pass through his mind, wisps of white mist poured out from nowhere and enveloped him again.
A desolate and indifferent voice rang in his ears.
"Watch!"
The same ancient mantra of laws, obscure and grand, seemed to penetrate his mind without waiting for his response.
Hanyue Sanren just had a thought in his mind, and before he could respond to any word, the white mist around him started to surge violently.
Wisps of broken scenes emerged one after another around him, like clouds gathering into a heavy fog...
The sky is high, the sun is light, and the wind and snow are high.
Under the heavy wind and snow, the mountains on the earth looked small, and the many gathering places located on the earth, as well as the armored vehicles driving in the wilderness, became increasingly smaller and blurred.
"This is the world of mountains and seas...is this the Xuantian Spiritual Treasure spying on my destiny? Who was it before?"
Hanyue Sanren's heart moved, but there was no objection at all. If you count others, others will count you.
This was the first lesson taught by Master Sanxiao when he started...
Wow…
In the white mist, various scenes circulated crazily.
Hanyue Sanren has never seen his life so clearly, from birth, learning to speak, to old age and physical weakness.
decline……
More than three hundred years of life, a revolving door seems to be passing by in front of my eyes, it can be said that it is a blink of an eye.
Buzz~
Suddenly, with a soft cry, the scenes in the mist no longer flowed, but were quickly pulled in and frozen.
"This is Northwest City..."
Hanyue Sanren's eyes narrowed.
In the frozen scene, there is a medium-sized restaurant, with a female disciple lying in his arms with a flushed face.
Hanyue Sanren's face darkened. He really didn't like it when his secrets were being pried into, but in an instant he was shocked.
The place where the picture freezes is not me, but...
"Yang Prison?!"
A desolate, ancient, obscure and majestic voice sounded in his ears. The difference was that this time it was no longer the ‘Mantra of Laws and Orders’.
And in that indifferent voice, there were anthropomorphic fluctuations:
"Big Demon Yang Ni? No, no? It's him..."
Buzz~
The white mist surged violently, and an indescribable wave suddenly appeared in Hanyue Sanren's heart, chilling him to the bone.
He felt that a terrifying thought beyond the limits of his cognition descended into the billowing white mist.
Ancient, profound, sacred, terrifying...
The next moment, everything went black before his eyes, and he lost all grasp of the outside world. Only when he was dying, he heard an obscure murmur: