After pondering for a long time, Zhang Xiaohan finally decided, she slowly stood up and slowly walked towards the petroglyphs on the left. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The closer you are, the less you can see, and when you are only one step away, there is only a small section of burning flame in your sight, and there is no overall structure, this flame burns extremely ordinary, and you can't see the momentum of the sky at all.

Zhang Xiaohan took another small step forward, his hand slowly stretched out, and when he was only a few inches away from the stone wall, he paused for a moment, and only then opened his eye of heaven, looking at the stone wall that was close at hand, and then his hand slowly stroked it.

The stone wall was cold, but the burning flame seemed to have a kind of scorching heat, and the opposite feeling of cold and heat appeared on the palm of her hand at the same time, as if she really touched a fire, and it seemed like she was only touching the rock wall.

There was nothing in the line of sight of the eye of the sky, there was no fluctuation of spiritual power, and the feeling of the palm of his hand was more like being deceived, Zhang Xiaohan raised his head slightly, and the brightness in front of him was soaring into the sky, and the flame rushed straight to the height that the line of sight could not reach.

She slowly withdrew her gaze, the purple air swirled, and the crystal purple light gradually penetrated into her skin, and her hand was also purple at this moment.

"Soul Cultivation" was running, she stood motionless, stroking the flames on the stone wall with one hand, closing her eyes, and her divine consciousness slowly spread out.

The flames, scorching, and murderous intent in the sky filled the sea of consciousness, and she just clung to her divine consciousness and gently stroked the flames.

Gradually, her hand moved gently, slowly upward, and her body slowly left the ground, slowly soaring, and the flames on the stone wall seemed to have a kind of magical power, allowing her to resist the prohibition of not flying here.

The years passed, and it seemed to go back in time, she seemed to return to the battlefield again, saw the figure annihilated by the years and dust, and saw the desolate land after prosperity.

He wanted to move forward, but he found that there was finally no way out, he wanted to retreat, but found that there was no way out, his world and his people all collapsed, but he was unwilling.

Reluctantly retreating, the flames enveloped everything, Zhang Xiaohan was immersed in an ethereal situation, her hand avoided the emperor's body, and swam heavily on the flames, as if the flames were suddenly as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The purple intensification on her body became more and more intense, the flames on the stone wall suddenly swayed, the outermost layer of stone skin suddenly cracked, and a small piece of stone wall turned into light ash the moment it broke away from the rock wall.

It was as if a broken historical picture scroll was unfolding in the sea of knowledge, and the endless flames turned into strange characters looming, bright and uncertain, she was suspended in the air of the stone cave, and her purple jade hand was still caressing the flames of the petroglyphs.

Gradually, the purple fluorescence slowly converged as in the body, but the whole person became more and more like a jade person, emitting a kind of crystal light from the inside out, the rocks of the stone wall continued to fall off, burning, little by little, the petroglyphs disappeared with the peeling off of the stone skin, and everything turned silent.

There is only time passing in the stone cave, but I don't know the geometry of time, and suddenly Zhang Xiaohan's figure floated up and slowly fell in the entire completely no-fly area.

The moment she fell, she naturally sat up cross-legged and entered the state of cultivation, the flames soaring into the sky in the rock paintings on the left, including the body of the emperor, disappeared completely, and only the heart and the flying head on the blade remained.

The dark stone cave regained its silence, but the sitting figure did not appear lonely.

After a long time, Zhang Xiaohan slowly opened her eyes, and there seemed to be two bright stars in the stone cave, the stars flickered, and slowly dimmed.

She felt that she had touched an extremely distant and completely unimaginable height, and although it was only a cursory glance, there was a feeling of touching a new world, and this was the true inheritance, the inheritance that needed to be enlightened rather than instilled.

The previous cultivation, from the "Chaos Exercises" to the "Soul Cultivation", to the refining inheritance she has obtained, including the so-called Celestial Clan inheritance, is directly imprinted in her divine consciousness, she only needs to follow the instructions of the inheritance step by step, and even the "Taiyi Divine Technique" that needs to be practiced is only a natural occurrence in her sea of consciousness, even if she uses the Taiyi Divine Technique to calculate the formation, she still knows it and does not know why.

However, this time, she finally touched what inheritance was, and only this flame carved on the rock wall made her understand what true cultivation was.

It turned out that this was the cultivation of immortals, a spell that only the ancient immortals mastered, and this sky-high flame remained in her divine consciousness, but she only spied a corner.

No wonder the monk has an endless lifespan, if she cultivates with this inheritance, she doesn't dare to imagine whether the 40,000-year lifespan is enough to reach the late Mahayana period, but she fully understands that after such a inheritance and cultivation, the strength of the later Mahayana stage will not dare to imagine.

She suddenly had some longing in her heart, if she cultivated with such a inheritance, in the future, when she soared, would she be able to get a glimpse of the heavens, and whether she would have the strength to fight with Huang Ji.

The appearance of this idea made her heart instantly appear with some joy, thinking back to the inheritance she had obtained, she suddenly had the idea of cultivating here, no, not just cultivating, she knew that she would not always be here, it was to get the inheritance.

For the rest of the day, her hand stroked the sharp knife on the petroglyph, the beating heart, and the high-flying head, until the petroglyph on the left had all fallen off and turned to ashes.

In the same time, the waterhole of the Black Miasma Mountain has long become a forbidden area, and all the monks who retreated in the Black Miasma Mountain have been sent out of the mountain, and even the lotus flowers in the pool have migrated to the river above the waterfall.

By the waterhole, there were only three people, Jianjian, Mu Hibiscus and Chu Qingfang, who had stood motionless by the waterhole since the night of the last full moon.

The moon went from profit to loss, and from loss to fullness little by little, until the arrival of another full moon night, and the bright full moon slowly appeared over the waterhole, little by little, close to the middle.

Mu Hibiscus and Chu Qing stood on the edge of the pool, looking intently at the simplicity, the formation that appeared when the moon opened the passage on the night of the moon, with the strength of the hibiscus now, it was still impossible to crack it, the wind was slow, the pool water was rippling, and a slight fluctuation of spiritual power came from the Black Miasma Mountain, and none of them looked at it.

Song Chensha stood silently on the top of the mountain, the black miasma surrounded him, but he was always a foot away and couldn't get any closer, he looked at the center of the waterhole silently, silently looking forward to it.

The full moon finally jumped, a bunch of moonlight poured down from the full moon, the pool water surged, a moonlight pillar appeared in the pool, everyone held their breath, simple and fluttering, a big hand suddenly appeared in mid-air, blocking the waist and cutting off the moon, and pressed the moonlight down to the pool.

The huge spiritual power slammed downward, and the moon was briefly sliced open, but then the watery moonlight continued to pour down, pouring into the palm of the hand that was so white that it was almost transparent.

"Boom!" Even the huge roar of the waterfall could not hide the loud sound brought by the moon being forcibly suppressed to the bottom of the pool, and the bottom of the pool lit up instantly, and the lines of spiritual power that had already been deep in the simple divine consciousness brightened again, and the fountain in the center of the pool was churning, and the big white hand that was almost transparent was suddenly scattered by the moon.

Under the Yin River, Zhang Xiaohan, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened her eyes and turned around, in front of her, a golden ripple was appearing, she looked at it in a daze, suddenly understood the meaning of this ripple, stood up impulsively, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

With a wave of his hand, a piece of Wu Jingshi that had been refined flew into the ripples, and the ripples quickly turned into whirlpools, dissipating in front of her at the same time as Wu Jingshi, the corners of Zhang Xiaohan's lips continued to rise, and the smile returned to her face.

Next to the black miasma mountain pool, the simple body swayed, looking at a black shadow that rushed out of the moon, slightly distracted, the hibiscus stood up, stretched out his hand and grabbed the flying Wu Jing stone, the moon disappeared violently, and the light under the waterhole was no more.

"Wu Jingshi." The hibiscus turned back to the shore and held the Wu Jing Stone, which had been sacrificed and refined, and it was thrown out of it by Zhang Xiaohan.

Jian Jian stretched out his hand to take this piece of Wu Jing Stone, rubbed it slowly, and then smiled, he glanced at Chu Qingfang deeply: "Chu Daoyou, I really feel sorry for you, I left one step earlier, and I lost a great opportunity." ”

Chu Qing's crazy gaze left Wu Jingshi, and after a month, the smile finally returned to his face: "Boss Zhang's chance, how can it be that I covet it?" ”

On the top of the mountain, Song Chensha quietly watched all this, and slowly retreated, disappearing in the darkness.

Under the Yin River, the corners of Zhang Xiaohan's raised mouth slowly calmed down, she turned around again, her eyes fell on the petroglyphs on the right, and after a long time, she slowly walked over.

Time passed unconsciously, every full moon night, when the moon was in the middle of the sky, Zhang Xiaohan would throw something to the whirlpool that appeared, she knew that it was the place where Chu Qingfang left, and someone was prompting her to leave, but she still had something to do and couldn't leave.

After the third whirlpool appeared, the petroglyphs on the right side had also disappeared, Zhang Xiaohan began to walk towards the stone gate, purple spiritual light appeared in her fingertips, and she began to outline the formation with purple qi.

In the past three months, she has only comprehended the corner of the inheritance, but it is enough for her to comprehend the real Taiyi Divine Technique, and the formation that suppresses the immortal heart in her memory has been outlined by the purple qi, and this is only the first line of defense she has made.

The second way, that is, the talisman on the stone door in front of her, not only used purple qi, but she also used a drop of essence blood, plus her divine sense, this second line of defense almost used up all her spiritual power, and when the last stroke ended, her body was almost empty.

Since the ascension, she has only exhausted all her spiritual power once, and this is the second time, under the Yin River, she slowly sat down, holding a superb immortal stone in her hand, and the divine consciousness is the realized exercise.

Heaven and earth are yellow, the universe is desolate, the sun and the moon are shining, and the sun and moon are full...... As if moistened by the mysterious qi of heaven and earth, the dried meridians began to fill.

Maybe it was a few hours, maybe a few days and nights, isolated under the Yin River, Zhang Xiaohan had lost the concept of time, and opened his eyes again, only to feel refreshed and full of spiritual power, and the best immortal stone in his palm had been so dim that he was about to lose his luster.

She stood up, passed through the formation, and finally stood in front of the stone gate.

As long as she pushes it away, she may face the end of her life, but if she turns away, she will regret it for the rest of her life, she quietly stared at the stone gate, and suddenly, a cluster of purple flames burned on her body.

She once thought that the true fire of the sun was the most powerful flame in this world, and the true fire of the sun was only the true fire under the will of heaven, how could it be compared to the inheritance of the heavenly clan that founded the heavens, the earth, the sun and the moon, and the blazing purple fire was burning, she stretched out her hand and gently pressed it on the stone door.

Purple fire swept through the stone gate, and the stone gate dissolved in an instant, and the void in front of it suddenly appeared distorted and deformed, and then a huge space appeared.

Compared with this space, the corridor of dozens of meters behind him can only be regarded as a low cave, and the sudden emptiness and height in front of him make Zhang Xiaohan only feel slightly dizzy when he looks up, obviously there is only a dim light, but everything in the space is in sight, the huge space is also a complicated formation, and in the middle of the formation, there is a drop of dark blood suspended.

Hundreds of thousands of years are enough to consume everything, spiritual power, will, or endlessly, but for a strong-willed person, even millions of years of loneliness can only make him ignite a raging fighting spirit, and will not let him succumb.

This drop of essence blood was the size of a fist, floating quietly in the middle of the formation, and it trembled slightly when it felt the destruction of the stone gate.

The formation isolated his peep and his will, but Zhang Xiaohan felt the vitality in it at a glance.

This is the immortal soul of the emperor? Hidden in fist-sized blood?

The Heavenly Eye crossed the formation and stared at the immortal soul, as long as it was one step, after one step, it would be an unpredictable and predictable ending.

The purple flame burned, Zhang Xiaohan finally took a step forward, the flame of his finger touched the formation, and a trace of purple flame burned on the node of the formation.

Just like the talisman that suppresses the immortal heart, this formation is only for the suppression of the immortal soul, or the monk who suppressed it hundreds of thousands of years ago wants to return here, but also to retrieve the immortal soul, or wants to leave the immortal soul to his descendants.

Or, the monk who suppressed the immortal soul had mercy in his heart, but whatever the reason, the purple fire was already burning the formation, and the formation suddenly shook.

All it took was an introduction, just a little flaw, and the immortal soul suddenly trembled, and the formation that surrounded it dispersed in a shock along with the purple fire.

A wisp of divine thought shot towards Zhang Xiaohan, she stood peacefully, only letting her body burn with purple fire, her eyes staring coldly at the black blood, staring at the flying divine thought.

Shen Nian stopped a foot away, and quickly circled back into the black blood, Zhang Xiaohan's eyes followed Shen Nian to look over.

"Huang Ji?" A hesitant voice suddenly appeared in the empty space, a slightly hoarse voice but extremely beautiful, only two simple words, but with the taste of chanting.

"Nope." Zhang Xiaohan's cold voice echoed in the empty cave. (To be continued.) )