One thousand three hundred and eighty-four chapters, the father of the black hand
Among the immortal tombs.
Lin Xi once again set foot in this familiar place.
He returned to the Wenxin Realm from the spiritual world through that terrifying passage.
The Immortal Tomb is like a transit station.
Because the two realms are incompatible with each other, if the space channel is forcibly opened, the two realms will inevitably merge, and then the "weak" Wenxin realm will be shattered under the pressure of the spiritual world.
So the meaning of Fairy Tomb is balance.
The Immortal Tomb holds many secrets. It is definitely not just the burial place of a saint. There are many ancient ruins here. Moreover, the territory is vast, and there are many unknown areas that have not been explored at all.
This is also one of the reasons why Wenxinhui's civilization of cultivating immortals has become more and more prosperous in recent years.
However, Lin Xi had no interest in exploring the fairy tomb anymore.
If you have this time, you might as well explore the spiritual world.,
He was followed by a black hand.
When Lin Xi asked Black Hand to follow him, Black Hand did not express any objection. Although he had independent will, he was never confused and failed to find his own value.
For his former master Lin Xi, Black Hand would always subconsciously follow his instructions.
"Come on, Black Hand, I will take you to meet someone." Lin Xi said with a smile.
Black Hand nodded and followed.
Soon Lin Xi and the two came to a huge fairy mountain. The fairy mountain was lonely and majestic, filled with rays of light and hazy in mist, but it was just a little less alive.
"Why are you here?" Black Hand was puzzled.
He is now speaking and communicating more and more fluently.
But he still didn’t talk much.
Lin Xi smiled: "I'm going to tell you a story."
So Black Hand quietly waited for Lin Xi's story.
The story goes like this.
There once was an outer disciple of the Qingyun Sect who was not very qualified. He failed in cultivation but was obsessed with the way of puppets. This was a small and small way in the formation, and few people from famous sects would waste their time studying it.
But this unknown person's talent in puppetry is extraordinary, and he has produced countless exquisite and amazing puppets.
He has always had a dream.
If you can't cultivate on your own, then create a living puppet to fulfill his dream of cultivating immortality on his behalf.
So he studied and tried day and night, but he never succeeded.
Finally one day, he met a noble man who was not short of money and received a large amount of spiritual stone support. He was finally able to let go and complete his inner plan with suitable and precious materials.
So late one night, he made a unique puppet.
And he sacrificed his own flesh and blood soul to give it a spirit.
Then, an earth-shattering thunder disaster occurred.
The story is very short.
But it's grand enough.
Carry out your beliefs to the end and devote your whole life to the path you pursue.
After hearing this story, Black Hand was silent for a long time.
Because this is a story he has never heard before.
"Is that me?" Blackhand asked.
Lin Xi nodded: "Yes, according to the principles of human ethics, he created you, so he should be regarded as your father."
Father.
These two words caused a different kind of ripples in Black Hand's heart.
This was a feeling he had never felt before.
It's like...a sense of belonging.
He is no longer a lonely being in heaven and earth.
"However, he did not die completely and left some remnants of his soul. It happened that this fairy mountain had gone through endless years and obviously had all the conditions for the birth of spiritual wisdom, but it failed, so he entered the fairy mountain. Now, he can
He is said to be a mountain god." Lin Xi said.
Black Hand looked at Xianshan and remained silent, not knowing what to do next.
"He can't control his body and spends most of his time sleeping. So it's normal for him to ignore us now." Lin Xi said with a smile.
Blackhand nodded.
Lin Xi looked at Xianshan and silently waved her hand, as if saying hello.
Lao Zheng, you saw it, right?
The puppet you refined has been completely successful.
Bringing him to meet you this time means I have lived up to your expectations, right?
"Okay, let's go." After standing in front of the fairy mountain for a while, Lin Xi chose to leave, followed closely by Black Hand, who just waved towards the fairy mountain unnaturally.
It's like saying goodbye.
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Linxian Pavilion is one of the three pavilions of Qingyun Sect.
A transcendent status.
Ever since the old Pavilion Master passed away, no one has been qualified to serve as the Pavilion Master, because the older generation of Qingyun monks have either ascended or fallen, and it is difficult for the younger generation to convince the public.
Therefore, the position of Pavilion Master has always been vacant. It was not until a few years ago that Ling Xiao, a leader of the younger generation, broke through to the realm of integration, and then temporarily took over the position of Pavilion Master.
Of course the entire Qingyun Sect knows.
Ling Xiao was once a powerful monk who was as famous as the sect leader.
Fame and strength are definitely enough.
Taking up the position of Pavilion Master is a sure thing.
This is not just the case for Qingyun Sect, in fact all the major sects of Wenxinhui are basically like this. With the sudden changes in the world, enlightenment becomes easier.
The powerful old guys have either ascended or are waiting for the opportunity to ascend, and they almost don't care about anything anymore.
Therefore, most of the top leaders of major forces are monks of the younger generation.
Ling Xiao looked as good as ever, wearing silver armor like a general on the battlefield, with sharp eyes like a sharp silver dragon spear. In addition to becoming more calm, his demeanor remained the same.
At this moment, hundreds of monks gathered outside Linxian Pavilion.
These are all monks from the Qingyun Sect, and their realms are all above Nascent Soul.
Some of them are traveling outside or practicing in seclusion, so they are temporarily unable to attend.
But the number is already quite staggering.
Everyone has been gathering for a while, but no one showed an impatient expression, because they knew that the deputy sect leader sent someone to inform them to come here and wait.
"What is Lin Xi trying to do?" Ling Xiao frowned slightly, feeling confused.
What needs to happen to bring everyone together?
He asked the true disciples of Xuanyun Palace in a low voice, but could not get any useful answers.
At this time, a white light flashed from the distance.
It was Lin Xi.
However, the breath is strong and gentle, obviously it is a clone.
"Lin Xi, what are you doing? Why did you call us here?" Ling Xiao shouted angrily.
Lin Xi smiled and said: "Senior Brother Ling Xiao, I haven't seen you for a long time, why are you still so anxious?"
The two of them were old acquaintances.
I had contact with him not long after I dared to enter Qingyun Sect.
"Hmph, I am the acting pavilion master now. A large group of you are making noise in front of Linxian Pavilion. Of course I have to take care of it." Ling Xiao snorted.
Lin Xi smiled and said: "I have something good to share with you this time, and I didn't mean to amuse you all."
Everyone looked at Lin Xi.
Most people have confusion in their eyes.
"Okay, everyone, come with me first." Lin Xi did not explain, "You will know when we get here."
After that, Lin Xi flew towards the spiritual peak where she had carved out the valley.
Everyone was confused and had no choice but to follow.
Hundreds of rays of light passed by the Qingyun Sect, which were so majestic and spectacular that many disciples raised their heads to admire the heroic appearance of their senior.
Soon everyone arrived in front of Lingfeng.
Another person, Lin Xi, with a more aggressive aura, walked out of the valley, holding a simple copper pot in his hand, with a satisfied smile on his face.
Everyone knows that the deputy sect leader has a clone, so it's not surprising.
"What are you doing here?" Ling Xiao was puzzled: "Isn't this just an ordinary mountain peak? It has poor spiritual energy and has few disciples to choose from."
Lin Xi made a gesture of invitation and said with a smile: "Everyone will know after you go in and take a look."