After about half a pillar of incense, Ji Yuenian walked through the dilapidated continuous palace and stopped in front of the broken realm wall of the tree realm.

After the collapse of the Golden Seal of the Demon Kingdom, under the violent and blazing backlash of the power of luck, the huge Vermilion Purple Realm was almost wiped out, not only the aura of heaven and earth was extremely shallow, but even those magnificent and majestic buildings seemed to have crossed countless times in an instant, and they were old and dilapidated to the extreme, and they could no longer see even the slightest sign of prosperity.

Click.

The sound of shattering came to his ears, and the already cracked tree realm realm wall was finally overwhelmed by the erosion of the power of luck, turning into countless transparent light and shadows that collapsed.

Ji Yuenian looked up at the ancient spirit tree that reached the top of the clouds, and vaguely remembered the bustling scene at the time of the Pick-Xia Dao Meeting hundreds of years ago.

In the middle of his mind, the light and shadow of the translucent nine-petal lotus platform condensed out under his body, and he rode the wind and borrowed his strength to rise along the huge trunk of the spirit tree, and walked towards the crown cloud que that was as high as 23,000 zhang.

It was already evening, the sky was fading, a round of gloomy moon hung above the sky, and the bright white moonlight sprinkled down, gently caressing the countless ruins and broken walls at the bottom of the spirit tree.

A snow-white light rode up along the trunk of the spirit tree, the blazing wind whistled in the ears, the hair rose with the wind, Ji Yuenian resisted the light and shadow of the nine-petal lotus platform, but the depths of his heart suddenly surged with bursts of indescribable loneliness, as if he was the only one left between heaven and earth.

The realm of the mountains and seas of Weiyuan descended, and in just a few days, all the creatures in the hundreds of realms on the far north border entered the reincarnation of the afterlife, whether it was a mortal person who had not cultivated at all, or a living soul in the realm of the divine palace in charge of one realm, they all disappeared and dissipated like a faint dust, without the slightest difference.

The night rain was silent.

Ji Yuenian rode the nine-petal lotus platform, went straight through the sea of clouds, and landed in front of the canopy clouds.

Unconsciously, the rain became more and more urgent, and a shallow ice blue aura lingered around Ji Yuenian's body, whether it was the corners of the sleeves of the robe or between the hair, there was a magnificent blue halo, blocking the sky from the rain.

Under the gate of Yunque Palace, in the gray rain curtain, there was a faint figure.

The wind howled, and the heavy dark clouds of black pressure rolled and surged, and there was a fleeting gap.

The silvery moonlight above the sky reflected through the gaps in the clouds, through the thin curtain of rain, and sprinkled on the faces of the figures.

There is a terrible nothingness on its face, and no horror in the world is enough to describe it, and ordinary beings can tremble and even collapse their minds at the slightest glance.

Ghosts.

The body ghost between heaven and earth is hidden in the celestial phenomenon of "rain", but no matter where the body ghost is, it will never really appear in the form, the body ghost is qualitative and formless, born in the rules of heaven and earth, and can invade the true spirit without hindrance, it is a strange and incomparably hidden creature.

Once it can manifest the figure that can be seen by others, it means that the cultivation power of this body ghost is extremely terrifying, even to the point of transcending the celestial phenomena and reconcentrating the soul.

The body ghost stepped out in one step, and between the twists of his body, he disappeared under the gate of Yunque Palace in the next moment, appearing in front of Ji Yuenian.

Ji Yuenian stretched out his pale and slender fingers, and directly stroked its distorted and blurred face, a strange and cold aura spread into his fingers, and even the Divine Sea Xuan Qi in the Divine Palace trembled slightly.

Hundreds of years ago, when Bai Yulou left the Taiyu Holy Sect, he personally cut out a wisp of the breath of the Palm Ghost Heavenly Talisman and gave it to Ji Yuenian.

The palm ghost talisman originated from Yuanjing Xuanshan, which was refined by the immortals of Yuanjing Xuanshan, because the mandala flower demon gave birth to the white jade building, so this immortal talisman was given to the childish words, as its protective things.

Ordinary people avoid body ghosts, but Bai Yulou likes to kill body ghosts the most because of this immortal rune, and this wisp of immortal talisman breath given to Ji Yuenian is used to contain a body ghost that is beyond the heavens.

The canopy cloud gate is located on the top of the spirit tree, the sea of clouds, 23,000 zhang high, no matter what kind of celestial phenomenon comes, it is very easy to contain ghosts and spirits here.

At the time of the Xia Dao Meeting, Ji Yuenian quietly planted this wisp of immortal talisman breath under the gate of Yunque Palace, and now hundreds of years have passed, it has absorbed countless body and ghost cultivation powers, and finally took a newly born body ghost in the last celestial phenomenon, and poured all those cultivation powers into it, so that it can transcend the rain celestial phenomenon and be able to truly manifest its body.

Although the body ghost is called a ghost, it is not a ghost, but a mysterious celestial creature, and its terrifying and mysterious creatures are unimaginable.

The rain subsided, and the clouds cleared.

Under the bright white moonlight, Ji Yuenian stood quietly on the edge of the sea of clouds, looking down at the dead and silent Demon Kingdom Imperial City at the bottom of the spirit tree, and said softly: "I have two volumes of true law, one is called "Xuanyin" and the other is called "Dragon Blood", which volume do you want to repair?" ”

Although the tone is inquiring, it does not give a third option.

The body ghost incarnated in the celestial phenomena, and soon after the birth of spiritual wisdom, at this time, the blood source stripped out of it was given to practice, not only to get rid of some bloodline involvement, but also to know its cultivation power well, no matter how far it grows, the mind can abolish all its cultivation power in an instant.

The power of the celestial beings is called cultivation, but ordinary beings regard ghosts as ghosts, which is a fallacy from beginning to end.

At some point, a black robe and cloth hat were draped over its head, completely hiding its appearance under the pitch-black burqa.

"Dare to ask Master Ji, what is the meaning of "Xuanyin", and what is the meaning of "Dragon Blood"?"

Its voice is cold and penetrating, with a strong sense of immersion, and it seems to be able to reach directly into the depths of the soul of the living being.

Once the celestial creatures are incarnated, their spiritual intelligence is unimaginable, and they are like the wisdom of the world, with the supernatural talent that they are born with.

Ji Yuenian glanced at it sideways, stayed on its mysterious black robe for a moment, and said, "Xuanyin is the true law of the Divine Dao, and the Dragon Blood is the scroll of the Immortal Dao. If you cultivate the way of God, I will use you as a furnace for refining medicine, a divine array for gathering yin; If you cultivate the path of immortals, I will treat you as a reed to cross the sea and a blade to break the calamity. ”

"It sounds like this, cultivating the true method of the Divine Dao is a short-lived errand, after all, the Immortal Dao lives longer, and my cultivation of the Dragon's Blood is," it was silent for a moment, and stepped forward to Ji Yuenian's side, looking down at the extinct Vermilion Purple Imperial City with him, "Since I was born, the Lord of Ji has not given me a name. ”

The clouds dispersed and the wind swept by, lifting the burqa on its head a little, vaguely revealing its white jade forehead, and a wisp of green silk rising in front of its forehead with the wind.

Ji Yue smiled young, did not speak, but flipped his palm, and a true scroll of dragon blood with a golden halo slowly condensed out.

The blood-source true blood of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea.

He held the true scroll of blood flowing in his hand, and although there was a faint smile in his eyes, the white moon shadow reflected in it became more and more cold, cold as frost and snow that would not melt for thousands of years.

It silently took the real roll, and the slender white fingers stretched out from under the black robe were fleeting.

Ji Yuenian didn't look at it, but stood on the edge of the sea of clouds, and between the fluttering clothes, scattered into a thin green mang.

The creatures of the Divine Palace's Soul Realm can already perform the technique of condensing and transforming shadows in a short distance.

"Lonely and lonely, Chanjuan under the moon, called Ji Qingchan."

Ji Yuenian's voice gradually faded away, faintly reaching his ears, it still didn't say a word, just quietly held the dragon blood true form scroll, and the bright golden red halo that lingered on it diffused and gradually reflected in the depths of the pupils.

Ji Qingchan.

……

Lanjiang Grand Canyon.

The sound of bells and drums entered his ears, and the Moon Swallowing Yuanjun looked a little apprehensive, and slowly walked into the mountain god temple.

The majestic worship hall has long been full of devastation, and most of the statues of the gods of the Lanjiang Mountains that are dozens of zhang high have been destroyed, leaving only the broken huge body to collapse on the side, and there is a dead and silent aura scattered and spread on it.

Under the collapsed statue of the Lanjiang Mountain God, there was a figure in a robe, who was quietly looking at the gray eyes of the only one statue left at this time, sighed lightly, and said: "This mountain god is dedicated to his duties, and there is nothing wrong with it, but it is a pity that he was punished by the ninth palace and stripped of his divine position." ”