At the same time, in a not very tall mountain somewhere, there is a cave**, which leads directly to the underground dark river, and on the dark river, there is an island, which does not see sunlight all year round, but is full of vitality, covered with verdant grass and trees, and there are birds and beasts circling inside.

On one of the lawns, there was a man sitting cross-legged, a tall, muscular man, a handsome young man without a head.

There was blood on his neck, and it was terrifying.

However, in the abdomen of this headless youth, a mouth appeared, as if it had been cut open and turned into a mouth.

"This old guy even dares to take advantage of me, it's really ....... ”

The buzzing words came out of the belly of the headless youth, and it looked so strange.

In contrast to this island, in a gray world, there is no sun, moon, no stars, gray mist everywhere, and countless corpses are scattered all over the earth, dead for thousands of years, some of which have become fossils.

The whole world was lifeless, and there was no life in it, and countless black-brown rubble, and from time to time there was a clattering sound, and a shriveled humanoid creature was gnawing at the bones on the ground.

There are many such creatures on this land, all wandering around, picking up bones on the ground from time to time to eat, like a ghost who has been hungry for thousands of years, with shriveled skin, and it is impossible to see men and women.

And these ghost-like creatures, although they are not very intelligent, occasionally look up at the depths of this land, with great fear in their eyes.

Following their gaze, the deepest part of the earth, a little bit of multicolored light shone, there was an underground palace, and there was a clearing in the underground palace, and countless sigils were carved on the walls around it.

In that clearing, there were four huge stone pillars standing in a regular manner, each of which was carved with runes, and from time to time there were flashes of light.

And on these four stone pillars, there are huge chains, the chains are pitch black and heavy, and you can't see any material, but it is not difficult to see that each one is extremely strong, as if even the immortal power cannot be broken.

On the four chains, a man was locked, his feet and hands were bound in chains, so that the whole person was suspended in the air, and under this man, five clusters of flames were beating.

These five clusters of flames are different, there are the three flavors of the true fire of the immortal family, there is the karmic fire of the Buddhist family, there is the hell fire of the underworld, there is the fire of the Taoist family, and there is a cluster that I can't see which category it belongs to, but it is more domineering than the other clusters, and it is placed in the middle, and the flames are beating and scarlet.

Every cluster of flames here is rare in the world, and many people will never see one in their lifetime, but there are all of them here, and these flames exist only to calcinate the man in the chain.

The long black hair fell down, the man's face was like a knife, and his handsome face was full of domineering, even if he was motionless now, the whole person seemed to be lifeless, but it still gave an indescribable coldness and domineering.

This man was wearing a red robe, and even after spending endless years on these flames, the red robe did not change in the slightest.

If Xing Yu was here at this time, he would recognize that this person was the red-robed man he saw in the blood cave of the ancient city when he was receiving the inheritance of demon cultivators, and even this man crossed time and space at that time and said a word to Xing Yu.

In the Great Xia Empire, when Xingyu bowed down for the third time, the man who had not moved for ten thousand years on the chain suddenly opened his eyes, and two blood rays burst out, and the entire underground palace was violently shaking.

Even the five clusters of flames under him were shaking violently, as if they were about to be extinguished, and a breath of destruction filled this unknown land, and at this moment, all the humanoid ghosts trembled, and kept kneeling to the place where the red-robed man was.

"Interesting little guy. ”

The corners of the red-robed man's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a smile, and then he closed his eyes and restrained his terrifying aura, as if he was not suffering from the flames, but sleeping.

Not only these places, but with the third worship of Xingyu, there have been fluctuations in many places, as if, at this moment, there has been some kind of change between heaven and earth.

After three bows, the wine veteran helped Xing Yu up, and at this moment, a wonderful change occurred between the two, as if there was an invisible silk thread connecting Xing Yu and Jiu Lao together.

"Master. ”

Xing Yu raised his head and looked at Jiu Lao, since he saw Jiu Lao for the first time, Xing Yu couldn't see through him, and now under his door, Xing Yu couldn't see through the old man in front of him, revealing a mystery in his body.

"Since you have worshiped me as a teacher, you must inherit my mantle, today, I will send you the Taoist supreme master, you have taken it. ”

While speaking, the old man took out an ancient book from his arms, this ancient book is extremely worn, I don't know how many years it has existed, there is no half a word on the cover, I don't know what the name is, and it is very thick, after Xingyu opened it, he saw dense runes.

"This ...... Master, I don't seem to know him. ”

Xing Yu looked at Jiu Lao embarrassedly, not because he had low knowledge, but because this kind of runes were really complicated, like tadpoles, and many of them looked similar, and they couldn't be recognized at all.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know each other, just remember them, No, I'll give you two more things for the teacher, with these two things, it can help you remember these runes. ”

In Xingyu's expectation, Jiu Lao took out two items, a brush and a pile of yellow paper, and placed them in front of Xingyu.

“......”

Xing Yu looked at the banknotes handed to him by the old wine, full of black lines, this thing is everywhere, and you still need to send it.

"Write, if you don't have enough paper...... and go out and buy ...... yourself."

The old wine man resumed his original procrastination, carried the jar of monkey wine, and staggered away, leaving behind a black line on his head and an incomprehensible runic book.

"Master, when am I going to write? ”

In the end, Xing Yu shouted at the old wine, you can't draw talismans here for the rest of your life.

"When you can do it without a pen, it's a small success. When you don't use paper, it's considered a success. The voice of the old man came from afar.

Xing Yu was stunned when he heard this, no pen, no paper, what is it used for.

There is no way, who called himself an unreliable master, Xing Yu reluctantly picked up the pen and paper, lay on the boulder, and began to sketch little by little according to the ancient book.

Since then, except for the occasional trip to the minefield to refresh himself, Xing Yu has been on the ancient book for the rest of the time, and the yellow paper that the old wine gave him has long been exhausted, but fortunately, there are still many in Xing Yu's storage ring, which is enough for him to write.

Time passed day by day, Xing Yu was no longer cultivating, just like a scholar in the mortal world preparing to take the exam, writing the runes on the ancient book without sleep or food, over and over again.

Slowly, Xing Yu became more and more proficient in writing, and he was able to accurately distinguish each rune, and over time, those runes had been imprinted in Xing Yu's mind, and there was no need to write according to the ancients.

In the blink of an eye, seven days have passed, Xing Yu has been immersed in writing, even at night, Xing Yu is also writing seriously, a trace of star power shot on his body, absorbed by him independently, turned into the yuan force in the dantian, these do not need Xing Yu to do it deliberately.

In the bamboo house that belonged to Xing Yu, countless yellow papers were spread on a high level, these were all papers written by Xing Yu, piled together to form a hill, for some reason, Xing Yu seemed to have forgotten his tiredness.

Sometimes for several days and nights in a row, those runes have been clearly imprinted in Xing Yu's mind, as long as Xing Yu closes his eyes, they will pass in front of his eyes.

In this way, unconsciously, Xing Yu's cultivation has entered the late fifth level, although Xing Yu did not deliberately feel it, but he still found that with the continuous writing in the past few days, the speed at which the body absorbs spiritual power is significantly faster.

Twenty days passed, the yellow paper written by Xing Yu filled half of the bamboo house, and on this day, Xing Yu's eyes in the writing were confused, and the confusion became deeper and deeper, and even the brush in his hand had no ink, but Xing Yu still did not stop, holding the pen without ink, and continued to write.

This writing is three days, the pen in Xing Yu's hand is bare, the hair on the tip of the pen has fallen off, only a pen shaft is left, and he is still holding it in his hand, even if there is nothing on the yellow paper in front of him, Xing Yu still puts him in the pile of paper.

In his heart, those papers had already been used, and although there were no runes on them, Xing Yu thought that he had already written, so he immediately took out the next piece of paper and continued to sketch.

After another five days, the pen in Xing Yu's hand was also rubbed, so Xing Yu directly used his fingers to sketch on the yellow paper, and every stroke was so serious, every stroke was accurate to the extreme, not the slightest.

On the thirtieth day, Xing Yu finally put down his hand, not writing, but looking, putting pieces of yellow paper in front of his eyes, Xing Yu's eyes were condensed on the paper, and the runes in his mind kept flashing.

This look, it is another seven days, it is still the yellow paper, Xing Yu looked at it intently, on the evening of the seventh day, the yellow paper in front of Xing Yu appeared ink, not written by Xing Yu, but appeared out of thin air, as if there was an invisible pen, according to the ideas in Xing Yu's mind.

Soon, on the paper, dense runes appeared, exactly the same as those on the ancient book.

And at the moment when the rune completely appeared, Xingyu's dantian trembled, and behind him, a whirlpool appeared, and countless heaven and earth spiritual qi converged, frantically rushing towards Xingyu's dantian.

With a shock, Xing Yu slowly closed his eyes, and runes were still flashing in his mind.

The stars faded, the pheasants in the bamboo forest crowed, a round of scorching sun was rising, Xing Yu slowly opened his eyes and looked at the sky, in his eyes, there was a golden gas rising, that is, Haoran Qi.

Stretching his waist, his whole body crackled, and a strong aura suddenly dispersed, and the bamboo leaves around him were shattered before they could get close, and the corners of Xing Yu's mouth raised slightly.

As soon as he stepped on his feet, his body slowly rose and stood in the air.

Being able to stand in the air, this is exactly the performance of a sixth-level powerhouse, at this moment, Xingyu is full of vigorous vitality, and a momentum of self-sacrifice is violently dispersed, as if he is in the world, full of pride.

"Aug Guguo, Lin family, and when the affairs of the academy come to an end, it will be the day of revenge, don't forget my original oath, I will recover the debt of that day a hundredfold. ”

With a wild roar, the depression that had been pressing in his heart was finally released, and at this moment, Xing Yu had the capital to compete with other Tianjiao.

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