Wu Xingyun did the same as usual, bathing and changing clothes in the middle of the night, and then opened a secret room and dodged in.

The chamber was cramped and dimly lit, and he lit the oil lamp on the wall, coughed, and came to a small altar.

After doing the tedious and solemn rituals devoutly, he felt that his heart was calm, so he lit two sticks of sandalwood, respectfully pasted them on the top of his head, and knelt down.

The murmuring of prayers is like a whisper in the ear, and it is like the murmur of a dream.

Slowly, the idol on the altar lit up, and a trace of warmth that only he could perceive was projected from the idol and directly acted on his primordial god.

This warmth is like a gaze projected from an unknown world, both clear and vague, which seems to contain endless mysteries, Wu Xingyun tries his best to understand the mystery, but unfortunately, if there is gain, it seems that there is nothing, only a faint unwillingness and melancholy slowly rise.

When he had finished praying, he opened his eyes, just in time to catch the last rays of the idol.

After the seven-day prayer and leaving the secret room, the faint unwillingness and melancholy became intense.

He began to stare at his face in the bronze mirror, his old and white hair and beard could no longer be concealed, which indicated that his yang longevity was on the verge of the limit, and if he couldn't make a breakthrough, the dust would return to dust and the earth would not be far ahead.

"Daojun!"

His face suddenly became distorted, and the bronze mirror shattered with a clatter under the bursting qi and power stirring!

"The incarnation of the Great Dao that was born out of nowhere!"

His figure flashed, and he sat back on the futon, and his luck began to settle down.

Wu Xingyun was originally an elder-level disciple of a medium-sized sect in Northern Xinjiang, but now he is an unknown old cultivator in this camp.

The former Wu Xingyun has accepted his fate and has a clear plan for the last decade or two of his life.

In the sect, he is a respectable elder, willing to bring up the younger generations, outside the sect, he is well-known and warm-hearted, even if the first-order lowly cultivators come to the door, he will uphold this morality and rules to do things, never bully, domineering.

His simple temperament and gentle and honest demeanor have won him a high reputation and prestige.

However, all this was shattered at a time when hope came.

Daojun has appeared!

It's like a rock breaker!

An attempt to be suspicious lit up all his hopes and enthusiasm.

Since then, the old man who had no quarrel with the world and was honest and simple is gone.

For the sake of Daojun, he did everything he could, and finally broke through the former moat five years ago and entered the realm of the late stage of foundation building.

This breakthrough made him ecstatic, and at the same time exposed him!

The sect was unable to stay, and the relatives could only ask for more blessings, at that time he did not hesitate to leave everything behind and escape into the wilderness, thinking that after the marriage, he would return to his hometown and compensate.

However!

Reality gave him a heavy blow.

Dao Jun has an obvious effect every time he breaks through the realm of size and size.

But Daojun can't erase the accumulation of days out of thin air.

Before reaching the level, the monk needs to practice bit by bit, from the seventh layer of the foundation to the eighth or even the ninth layer of the foundation, it is a process of accumulation, and the Dao Jun cannot improve you out of thin air, just like you can't fill the bucket with water out of thin air.

But this kind of accumulation takes time, and what Wu Xingyun, who is approaching his longevity, lacks the most is time.

Therefore, no matter how hard he tried and struggled, it could only increase his utilitarian heart, only reduce the quality of his faith, and only let the demons in his heart be deeply planted, but not allow him to jump from the seventh layer to the ninth layer, not to mention the possibility of building a perfect foundation and obtaining a knot.

He understands it!

However, in front of the Great Dao and Changsheng, after despair, he suddenly found hope, and after abandoning everything, he refused to accept his fate and refused to believe.

The demons of the heart are thus deeply planted, and in the vain of day after day, after each prayer is completed, in these countless late nights alone to taste the unwillingness and despair that penetrates deep into the soul.

In a quiet camp, no one knew that an unwilling, roaring, and desperate beast had awakened in the body of this non-existent old cultivator, who had been fed by unwillingness and despair every day, and had grown to grow strong enough.

Wu Xingyun's body couldn't help but tremble slightly, a day has passed, the limit is approaching another day, day after day, how many days are there?

This Daojun - stop, stop!

Wu Xingyun woke up in horror and regained his senses from his endless resentment.

Sin, sin!

He hurriedly recited the prayer silently, so that the longing, admiration, and expectation for the Taoist monarch reoccupied his mind.

And so the night passed.

At dawn the next day, the entire camp awoke from its silence.

Wu Xingyun washed up briefly, walked out of his humble cave, walked through the rugged and winding road, and found the right path from the forks in the road and the bewildering illusion array.

All the way along, a distance of a few kilometers is a blink of an eye.

The camp sits in a valley surrounded by cliffs, which have been hollowed out by a large number of monks to form a sizable hiding place.

On the valley, there is also a fourth-order phantom array hidden, and monks with unknown roots, even if they pass by from above, will be confused by the valley floor style presented by the phantom array.

The phantom array itself does not have the ability to protect, and it cannot isolate the desolate beasts with powerful divine senses, so this camp has always been in a state where it may give up at any time, and it has been beyond most people's expectations to exist so far.

When Wu Xingyun walked out of the cliff, he blocked the sudden bright light with the back of his hand, and when his eyes were slightly adjusted, he put on a smile on his face, and greeted the parishioners he didn't know along the way, and he was also practicing the etiquette that had just emerged in the Daomen.

Here, the difference between cultivation and rank has reached the lowest, let's just say that the priests who are in charge of the affairs here are all cultivators in the late stage of Qi training, and they are not very old, but they instruct high-level sectarians like Wu Xingyun to assign daily tasks, answer questions in the faith, and speak on behalf of the Dao King, enjoying high prestige.

The camp was bustling with activity, and the increasingly hearty laughter of several female congregants flowed through it like silver bells.

One of the priests was sitting in a thatched hut, and a large number of monks had already gathered.

In their greetings, Wu Xingyun walked into the grass hall alone, and happened to meet a middle-aged monk in a arrow suit who was reporting to the priest.

"A hundred miles away, the trail of the puppet army has been discovered, the route of the march has just grazed our camp, the danger is coming, I suggest that the transfer be carried out immediately. ”

When the priest saw Wu Xingyun, he nodded, and motioned for him to sit down and listen.

"To give up this stronghold?" the priest hesitated.

"Shepherd, you must not leave anything to chance at this time, once they find out, everything will be over, not only will you be harmed, but also your relatives will be implicated. ”

"Witch cultist, what do you see?"

Wu Xingyun smiled kindly, "Everything is subject to the will of the Holy See, and there is no objection from the contemptible!"

When the pastor heard this, he frowned slightly, "In that case, let me make a decision after consulting with several other pastors." ”

"Shepherd, there is no time to delay!" the middle-aged monk in a robe of arrows said eagerly.

At this moment, the shrill siren suddenly broke the silence and silence of the early morning, echoing throughout the camp.

The three people in the grass hall were stunned for a moment, but Wu Xingyun was the first to react, and said: It's not good, so he threw himself in front of the priest, sacrificed his magic weapon, flew wings around him, and looked out of the grass hall vigilantly.

Outside the grass hall, panic and noise sounded, and the pastor behind Wu Xingyun pushed him away with all his might, and ran out eagerly.

"Shepherd, danger!"

The priest looked back at Wu Xingyun deeply, walked out of the grass hut, and saw that the Taoist monks in the valley were like flies without heads, doing everything, but few of them were preparing to evacuate according to the rehearsal plan.

Bang Bang Bang!!

The priest sounded the alarm, and the monk who was in a panic suddenly had guidance, however, before the teleportation array, which could only be used three times, was opened, a voice came from outside the array: "Fellow parishioners, don't panic, Xie Hui, who is also a member of the Daomen, settled here for a short time two years ago, and several pastors are familiar with him. ”

"Wait!"

Another priest strode in the crowd, and the priest who was protected by Wu Xingyun left the crowd behind to greet him.

The two pastors met and whispered a few words, and the new pastor raised his voice and shouted, "Thank you, who are you brought?"

"But Pastor, who came with me, is the door of hope in the oracle!"

"What?" the priest named Pei Qi was shocked, followed by ecstasy, "Really?"

"It's true! Please also ask the pastor to remove the phantom array, whether it is true or not, you can see it at a glance!"

Oracle!?

Wu Xingyun's face changed!

What oracle?

He looked around to the right and left, and saw that most of the people were unexpectedly happy, as if they had already known it to the oracle.

Why didn't I!

Wu Xingyun's body trembled, and at this time, the distance and status of each person in front of the Dao Monarch's throne were clear at a glance.

Unfortunately, he was excluded from the first echelon.

The discovery was like a slap in the face, and he felt dizzy.

By the time he had regained his senses and clarity, the camp had been engulfed in laughter.

The phantom array above the valley was withdrawn, and a large group of people and horses could be seen slowly descending.

The person at the head looks really young, but he is already a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, and he looks handsome and handsome, dressed in the costume of a Taoist person, which makes people feel a sense of kindness.

One position behind him, it is the main owner who has just passed the sound, Xie Hui.

Several priests all showed up, and they had already cautiously greeted the past. 、

In the valley, all the Daomen monks appeared, and there were only more than three hundred people.

Wu Xingyun, the qi machine above the foundation, sensed three, and there was one person's cultivation that was faintly above him, but he was only sixty years old!

Suddenly, all this seemed extremely unreal in his eyes, and in a slight tremble, he suddenly felt that everyone on the scene was so hateful.

Su Cheng had just landed and was talking to several priests, when he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, subconsciously looking at the source of the discomfort.

At this glance, he only caught a corner of Wu Xingyun's disappeared clothes.

"Master Wu, but what's wrong?"

Su Cheng turned his head and showed a friendly smile: "It's nothing, let's go inside and talk." ”

"Please!"

"Please!"