With every step he took away from Huo Zhenjun, crimson blood flowed down his thighs and rolled down the white marble ground.

As he walked, the altar shook more and more, and the heavenly vault was torn apart, revealing countless shocking cracks.

Wow!

At the same time, white light came from outside the heavens, leaking through the cracks in the heavenly vault, full of holy radiance.

Seeing these white lights, Han Tianyun only felt a sigh, and his heart was not good.

This holy splendor was all too familiar to him.

Not long ago, he and Xiaohua had just met, and they were shocked beyond words.

At the southern foot of Lihuo Peak, this kind of white light appeared, and a fairy spirit came into the world, taking away the Chen Protector of the Leiling Temple's Great Array of Mountain Protection.

Now that the white light has reappeared, is it ...... Will there be fairies here?

For this white light, Lihuo Zhenjun also seemed to feel extremely uneasy.

I saw that his footsteps were getting faster and faster, and he was about to reach the front of Han Tianyun.

But just as Han Tianyun wanted to turn his head and run away, he turned around and went around to the left.

"This ......"

Han Tianyun watched him jump left and right on the white marble ground in some strange rhythm, and was stunned for a moment.

Lihuo Zhenjun didn't attack him, which was already beyond his expectations.

Now the strange pace of leaving Huo Zhenjun made him feel extremely strange.

"No, he's setting up some kind of formation?"

Han Tianyun suddenly noticed that where Huo Zhenjun had walked, the red blood had actually formed a blood line, drawing some kind of strange pattern on the white marble ground.

It's unusual, and it's weird.

Sure enough, Lihuo Zhenjun circled around the stone ground, and quickly came around from the right side of the cold sky cloud.

His feet were still bleeding from the altar in strange shapes.

There was no longer a cold cloud in his eyes, but a trickle of blood, like a bloody corpse running on the altar.

"Ahh

Han Tianyun looked at it, and suddenly saw the pattern drawn by Lihuo Zhenjun, which faintly formed a Taiji diagram, and at the end of the eight stone paths that ascended to the altar, there was an entrance connected to the pattern.

This has been confirmed to be a gossip array.

Han Tianyun's mouth opened wide, not knowing how to express the shock in his heart.

Who would have thought that this Lihuo Zhenjun would not only talk about a beautiful Trump, but also draw a gossip array.

What makes Han Tianyun even more incomprehensible is who he is going to deal with in this formation?

The master of the white light in the sky, the immortal who came into the world?

"It's all over!"

Repeating this sentence from Lihuo Zhenjun's mouth, he bypassed behind Han Tianyun and rushed towards the blood line drawn before.

"Am I not trapped in this formation?"

Han Tianyun suddenly realized, turned around and wanted to jump over those blood lines.

But it was too late.

As soon as Han Tianyun turned around, Lihuo Zhenjun had also returned to the position he had turned out before, connecting all the blood lines together.

Airplanes!

The sky-high blood light rose from these blood lines, completely encircling the cold sky clouds.

Han Tianyun couldn't help but secretly complain.

This special wave of unsettled waves has risen again and again, and it is really endless.

But the next moment, he realized that he was wrong again.

The gossip array of Lihuo Zhenjun had just been drawn, and in the red mangs that rushed to the sky, Han Tianyun suddenly saw that the altar under his feet exploded directly.

A terrifying roar rang out like a cannon, and the entire ancient tomb was like thousands of tons of explosives planted by someone, and they were ignited together at this moment.

The sky above seemed to have been bombarded by nuclear weapons, and suddenly turned into a cloud of mushrooms, pouring towards the position of the altar.

A tsunami-like shock wave swept through the field, crushing all the rocks and dirt into powder.

If it weren't for the fact that the Bagua Array of Lihuo Zhenjun had unloaded most of its power, Ren Han Tianyun would have a good skin, and under the impact of destroying the world and destroying the world, he would have turned into scum.

Even so, the cold sky clouds in the formation still couldn't resist it, and directly turned into a streamer of light and flashed towards the sky.

......

On the eighth day of the lunar month in the seventh year of the Great Moon, it snowed like goose feathers in Kyoto.

According to custom, people in Kyoto start boiling laba porridge early in the morning.

It's just that this year's Laba Festival, because of the lack of soup soup in Leiling Temple, there is no longer the lively and prosperous scene of previous years on the street.

In addition, it snowed heavily overnight, and everyone was at home, silently boiling porridge.

However, every year of Laba is destined to be an extraordinary day.

In the middle of the day, an earthquake suddenly broke out in Kyoto.

The magnitude of this earthquake is almost similar to that of the day when a volcano erupted on the summit of Mt. Gassan Mountain.

Fortunately, it was noon, and people poured into the streets, but there were no casualties.

But the people standing in the snow habitually turned their eyes to the west, and once again covered their mouths in horror.

In the sky west of Mt. Moon, the dust soared to the extreme, and the heavy snow, which was originally goose feathers, was also stained yellow, and it was reflected in the sky, like a sandstorm coming from the west.

But after waiting for a long time, the sand and dust did not seem to be invading Kyoto, but only obscured the western sky and did not disperse for a long time.

"That's the location of the Away Fire Academy?"

"No, looking at that scene, I'm afraid it's still the eruption of the volcano in the Fire Mountains. ”

Countless people began to point to the western sky and talk about it.

At the same time, a white-eyed old monk stood on the edge of a cliff somewhere in the mountain behind Leiling Temple, quietly staring at the scene in front of him.

"Whether it succeeds or not, it depends on the present day!"

He turned a blind eye to the scene of the mountains and rivers crumbling and the smoke and dust in front of him, and just looked in the southeast direction and said to himself.

"If not, so what?"

On the cliff behind the old monk, there was a dark stone cave, and in that cave lay a woman who was paralyzed, with a chain on her shoulder blades, and a face full of scars, asked leisurely.

"No...... Then everything is over!"

The old monk sighed, took out a steamed bun from his arms, and threw it in front of the woman.

"Giggle......

The woman sneered and looked at the dust in the distance, and suddenly shouted viciously: "So all this is a conspiracy?

"Alas......"

The white-eyed old monk frowned at the dust and rolling mountains in the southeast, sighed and did not speak.

"I curse you!"

The woman gritted her teeth and cursed.

"It's useless, in this game of betting, we're all just pawns. ”

The old monk shook his head, turned around and walked towards the path with his hands behind his back, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The woman was prostrate on the cold ground, with only her head moving, and at this time she also looked at the smoke and dust in the southeast, and suddenly let out a heart-rending roar.

"Ah......h

Her seeping voice echoed across the empty cliffs, sending several geckos tumbling off the cliffs.

......

This human catastrophe lasted for nine days before the violent earthquake gradually weakened.

According to the records of the Kyoto Kintenjian later, a total of 8,347 earthquakes broke out in the past nine days, centered on the Lihuo Mountain Range.

Among them, there were 381 extremely destructive earthquakes and 7,966 aftershocks.

The earthquake caused a large number of people to flee eastward, but five days later, most of those who had left the city had returned to Kyoto.

It is really the middle of winter in the middle of the moon with swan feathers and heavy snow, and if you leave your homeland, you will only die faster.

So after a lot of tossing, people went back to their homes.

As for the earthquake!

Anyway, the most violent earthquakes have been carried over, and I don't care about the aftershocks that happen almost every minute.

The big deal is to imagine yourself going on a boat.

The vast majority of Kyoto people are getting used to it.

However, several pieces of news began to spread in Kyoto, and the repercussions were even more shocking than the frequent earthquakes.

"Did you hear that? ”

According to the Second Highness of the palace, the entire Lihuo Mountain Range is gone. ”

"Huh, is that an exaggeration?"

"Well, if you think about it, there have been earthquakes these days, and it is said that the entire Lihuo Mountain Range has collapsed into the ground, and the west of the Moon Mountain has completely become a big crater. ”

"Huh...... It's unlikely!"

"How is it impossible, I also heard my brother-in-law who was on an errand at the root of the imperial city say that there was a tomb of some kind of immortal in that mountain range, which was only opened once every hundred years, but this year there was a zombie king in that ancient tomb. ”

"Ah...... So scary?"

"What's this? What's even more terrifying is yet to come, I heard that there are fairies who came to the world and fought with the zombie king for three days and three nights before killing the zombie king. ”

"Yo, where did you hear that?"

My brother-in-law was on an errand in the palace, and it is said that His Royal Highness, who was famous in the world, entered the ancient tomb this time and obtained the inheritance of the ancient tomb. ”

"Ah, is the Second Highness back?"

"Cut! Naturally, he is back, these are what he told several princes. ”

"Yo, His Royal Highness can't ......"

Such conversations take place anytime and anywhere in the teahouses, liquor stores, and alleys of Otsuki Kyoto.

There are even monks who claim to have escaped from the explosion of the Lihuo Mountain Range, and have opened a pulpit in Kyoto's famous restaurants such as Zuisenju and Hyakhanalou, and have performed all kinds of them vividly.

Wu Yu took Yang Dali and walked into the lobby of the Drunken Immortal Residence boredly, and heard the young monk with thief eyebrows and rat eyes talking on the ground again.

"That day, I entered the first floor of the ancient tomb and met a monster who was not afraid of spiritual magic. ”

Hearing this, Wu Yu's ears shook violently, and he hurriedly stopped to look at the monk on the stage.

But the monk's next words made him feel a deep disappointment.

"That guy, flying in the air like a mountain. ”

After the monk said this, he deliberately took a sip of tea, waiting for everyone's reaction.

Wu Yu didn't bother to pay attention to him, took Yang Dali to the second floor, found a private room to sit down, and couldn't help but lament: "This kid went to the Lihuo Mountain Range, he won't really play himself to death!"

"Young master, Han San, this kid is not honest, he should be fine. ”

Yang Dali replied innocently, and was busy reaching out to grab the snacks on the plate.

"Uh...... Do you say scolding, or complimenting?"

Wu Yu looked at Yang Dali's hungry appearance in his previous life with some disgust, rolled his eyes and asked.

"Ahem, this kid lied to me at the beginning, but it was very bad. ”

Yang Dali stuffed a mouthful of pastries and said vaguely.

"Oh, that's what you're thinking about!"

Wu Yu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned his head to look out the window.

In the past few days, he has come to this restaurant every day to sit down, and he must be next to this window position, and he can see the Moon Mountain in the distance at a glance.

Although more than ten days have passed, there is still a hazy sandstorm in the sky west of the Moon Mountain, and I don't know how long it will take to dissipate.

"Alas...... This kid!"

Wu Yu sighed and shook his head, poured a cup of tea but didn't drink it, just in a daze.

"Young master, aren't you drinking?"

Yang Dali choked on the pastry and reached for Wu Yu's teacup while burping.

"Go, who's the young master?"

Wu Yu glanced at Yang Dali with disdain, pushed the teacup in front of him in disgust, and turned around without knowing what he was thinking.

"Hiccup!"

Yang Dali swallowed a cup of tea, burped with satisfaction, and said innocently: "Han San has the protection of that girl, and it will be fine." ”

"Huh?"

Wu Yu turned his head a little suspiciously, and looked at Yang Dali for a long time, but found that this thing said this and buried himself in snacks, so he could only shake his head helplessly.

For Yang Dali, there is no way to do it.

After all, Han Tianyun had confessed that he wanted to be optimistic about him, so Wu Yu really didn't dare to leave him anywhere at will, so he could only take him with him from time to time.

Just when Wu Yu was thinking about his thoughts, three women went to the restaurant again.

The three of them were dressed a little strangely, they all covered their faces with cloaks, and walked past Wu Yu silently.

"Huh?"

Wu Yu discovered the clue at once.

The woman who finally walked behind him came with a faint smell of blood.

Han Tianyun's mind couldn't turn around.

You must know that simulating a generator and refining immortal seedlings, although the final result is the same, it is completely different at the beginning.

Han Tianyun once sacrificed immortal seedlings, and he also had a personal experience of this.

Specifically, the process of refining the immortal seedlings is more like activating a certain talent that the human body already has, or watering the seed hidden in the human body.

This process lies in the growth of immortal seedlings, just like a plant sprouting and taking root in the body, and then accumulating yuan and souls, and then achieving a leap in strength.

But it is also the concrete manifestation of this plant phantom that conceals the ultimate secret on the road to cultivating immortals.

For thousands of years, no one would have focused on the rapid rotation of the fairy seedlings in their bodies, nor would they have thought that what could really give birth to aura and improve people's strength was the rotation of the fairy seedlings, not the fairy seedlings themselves.

Only Han Tianyun, an outlier, has mastered the theory of electromagnetic induction and knows the secret hidden behind the immortal seedlings.

He remembered very well that when he first sacrificed and refined the immortal seed, it was actually constantly rotating.

It's just that the immortal seed's rotation speed is very slow, and the rotation is extremely natural, and even he doesn't feel anything abnormal.

If it weren't for Wen Tianliu who used the spiritual field theory to remind him on the Haitian Great Array, he would definitely not be able to connect the generator with the immortal seedlings in the human body.

After all, everything is too mysterious.

It's just that now that he has successfully transformed the crescent moon into a magnet, and based on this, he has become a monk at the peak of the accumulation of yuan, why did the crescent moon begin to take root?

Could it be that the crescent moon will become his immortal seed, or will it be parasitic in his body?

The cold clouds are unimaginable.

"Yes, can the crescent moon space still be used?"

Han Tianyun suddenly remembered this important question, and hurriedly concentrated on communicating with the crescent moon.