The grass and pu seemed to be connected to the entire hall, and unimaginable power gathered in it, like the hand of a giant, pulling Chang Xi's mind into a strange world.

Chang Xi's body still maintained the appearance of sitting motionless on the grass, but Yuehong flew out of the scabbard on its own with a thud and coiled behind Chang Xi. Tianhuang also jumped from his waist, babbling and stretching himself into a curtain of azure light to protect Chang Xi in it.

Tianhuang sensed that Chang Xi's mind seemed to have gone to a far place, and couldn't help but look anxiously at Yuehong, who was floating behind Chang Xi as a vigilant appearance. The light on the Moon Rainbow Sword's body flickered and disappeared, like blinking his eyes, calming the emotions of the Heavenly Desolation.

It's like a long river, and every drop of water is full of feelings that are unwilling to give up.

The heavy sense of oppression made Chang Xi's mind darker and darker, and his eyes were blurred, how could the mind of a mere Foundation Realm cultivator withstand such great power?

But suddenly, a burst of dragon groans sounded in the distance behind him, and it was actually the last to come first, and in the blink of an eye, the phantom of the golden dragon condensed behind Chang Xi, which was more lifelike than before. The golden dragon's eyes looked at Chang Xi, still the indifferent appearance of looking at the world, but it warmed Chang Xi's heart, and his body was much more relaxed, and he was able to see the surrounding scenery clearly.

"This is the memory of this hall?"

Chang Xi walked through it, and fragmentary pictures were reflected in the water droplets in front of him. Chang Xi tried his best to see it clearly, but he was shocked from the bottom of his heart, only to find that this long river-like world was actually the reluctance of this hall to remember the past.

The main hall is based on grass and pu, and it is condensed into a formation with decades of lonely time.

In the fragmentary pictures, you can vaguely see the incense in the hall decades ago, which gave birth to a ray of spirituality. Day and night, with the Taoist prayer flags as a companion, let it gradually open its wisdom. Then the mountain mausoleum was dragged into the void, and countless disciples died and died, and together with the grief in the hearts of this closed meditation hall, they had to close themselves in the skyless void.

Chang Xi even saw that many disciples had become human beings and ghosts under the infection of the void air, like the corpse soldiers that the old people in the market talked about.

A long lament sounded, as if it was close to the ear and as if it was far away in the sky, and in this long river of twilight, Chang Xi could vaguely discern its meaning.

It has lost its time to lose the incense, it misses the grand occasion of the three days of chanting in the hall in the past, and it does not want to see the mountain mausoleum become what it is today. But it was just a hall of long-lasting souls, it couldn't walk or move, it just wanted to find someone who could carry on its last wish.

Chang Xi's fists clenched until his knuckles turned white, and the scene of the Night Demon Clan slaughtering a village's old and young children and parents came to his heart, and his nails were deeply embedded in his palms.

"I, Chang Xi, swear with my life, and I will let the demon clan pay for the blood debt!" Chang Xi's voice was categorical, without the slightest hesitation.

Suddenly, all the oppression around him dissipated, and all the bits and pieces of memories in the long river were involved in the milky white light in front of Chang Xi. The milky white light turned into a palm and leaned down like an immortal caressing the top, which was both joyful and relieved.

The vast power was poured into Chang Xi's limbs from the Heavenly Spirit Peak, the golden dragon phantom's unceremonious mouth was divided and swallowed one by one, and the sword spirit root also cheered and sucked up a large stream of spiritual power, and did not forget to let the moon rainbow and the heavenly desolation outside hang back on Chang Xi's waist to share this big cake.

Chang Xi sensed that the realm of the middle stage of the foundation building realm had already reached the peak in a short time, only to hear a breaking sound, and the cultivation realm directly broke through to the late stage of the foundation building realm. The nearly full spiritual liquid accumulated in the dantian was concentrated again, and it was only condensed into a few drops. But just this drop is enough to cover most of the previous spiritual power.

At the moment when the cultivation reached the late stage of the foundation building realm, in the mud pill palace between Chang Xi's eyebrows, a wisp of mysteries and mysteries quietly emerged like silk training, like a newborn full of curiosity about the surroundings, full of infinite vitality.

Chang Xi was overjoyed, he was no stranger to the mystical wisp of this Mud Pill Palace, it was the divine sense that only Jindan Realm cultivators could use.

The Divine Consciousness will only give birth to a very weak wisp when the monk cultivates to the late stage of the Foundation Building Realm or the Consummation Realm, but this wisp of nascent Divine Consciousness cannot be used to fight the sword or fight the enemy, after all, this wisp of Divine Consciousness has just been born, and it is very fragile without cultivation, so it needs to be cultivated until after the Jindan Realm can be used as you like.

It's a pity that the difficulty of cultivating the divine consciousness has nothing to do with the strength of the spiritual power, otherwise taking advantage of the great opportunity to use a large amount of spiritual power to instill into the Mud Pill Palace, wouldn't it be possible to directly create an invincible existence in the foundation building realm.

The infusion of spiritual power continued, but Chang Xi was unwilling to use this massive amount of spiritual power to impact the bottleneck of the foundation building realm and even the Jindan realm. It is understandable to elevate a small realm in this mountain mausoleum to protect oneself, but continuously breaking through the realm is tantamount to raising seedlings, which will inevitably affect future cultivation, which is really unwise.

Chang Xi swiped his palms and divided the instilled spiritual power into six wisps.

A wisp of the golden dragon phantom, a wisp of the sword spirit root, a wisp of the moon rainbow, a wisp of the heavenly desolation, and a wisp of spiritual power used to condense into a spiritual liquid and accumulate in the dantian for emergencies.

There is still the last wisp left, but Chang Xi himself can't control it at all.

That wisp of spiritual power was not even much worse than the other five wisps of spiritual power combined, and since the Heavenly Spirit Peak entered, it had disappeared out of thin air under his nose.

Chang Xi couldn't figure it out, such a huge amount of spiritual power flowed into his body, even if he didn't know where to go, he should be able to strengthen himself. But alas, the facts in front of him once again woke him up like a slap in the face, and made him crazy.

This spiritual power just disappeared.

In the center of the main hall, which has been silent for decades, in the blue light curtain, a figure sitting on the grass is like an old monk in his meditation, the whale between his nose sucks the rainbow, and slowly swallows out two white gas swimming dragons, and every breath is quietly transforming.

......

In a secluded valley in the mountain mausoleum, there is a blood-red color between the swords, swords, and shadows, like waves covering the top cover. When the surging blood faded, revealing the corroded potholes of spiritual power under the waves, it shattered in a few moments, and several of the pretty women were like great enemies.

It was Anli and his entourage who settled in Cangxi.

An Li clenched the long sword in her hand, not daring to show her declining appearance, she was only afraid that if she showed a little bit of weakness, she and her junior sisters would be dead here in the next moment.

When I first met the three Ziwei sect disciples opposite, I only felt that there was an indescribable weirdness and disobedience. Who knew that when the three of them met and didn't agree with each other, they asked them to obediently hand over the storage bags and seals on their bodies.

An Li and the others were naturally angry in their hearts, not mentioning the storage bag, just without the protection of the tomb seal in this mountain mausoleum, it would be no different from committing suicide, and they naturally would not give the disciples of the Ziwei Sect any good looks.

But who knew that the three Ziwei sect disciples only smiled, and if they didn't agree with each other, they wanted to put An Li and them to death.

An Li and the others naturally didn't wait to be killed, but when they were about to fight, they were shocked to find that the chests of the three Ziwei Sect disciples were densely packed, and they were all mausoleum seals!

An Li's hearts were cold, a dozen tomb seals meant more than a dozen lives, and there were already four or five sect teams that had been slaughtered by the disciples of the Ziwei faction. Let's look at the spell in the hands of the Ziwei sect's disciple is definitely not the right way, the tricks are ruthless, and the viciousness is abnormal. If it weren't for the four of them just sticking to it, I'm afraid that a single photo would have melted away all the flesh and blood by the bloody waves.

"We would have handed over the tomb seal quickly, and we would have made it less tortured for you to go on the road. If you want to blame it, you are stubborn and can't see the situation clearly, and you are to blame. "Among the three Ziwei sect disciples, the person who looks like a scholar is not Tong Yuan, who else can he be.

The last brute pillar standing among the three pulled the purple robe that was covering his body like a straitjacket, and said angrily: "It's just a few thin little girl's skins, Tongyuan, you are so unfavorable, isn't there your good friend in it?" You have to tell me which one it is in advance, so that I can leave you half of the lower body of that girl's skin for you to make do." ”

Tong Yuan was silent, only revealing a mouth full of white teeth, full of hideousness.

The spiritual power shield could stop the surging blood tide, but it couldn't resist the foul language after all. Where had Anxia, who had never seen such a battle, and immediately turned pale with fright. She was stunned for a moment, and when she heard Senior Sister An Li's voice in her ears, she hurriedly stuffed her token into An Li's hand.

Taking the token, An Libei bit his teeth lightly, and a distress message quietly sent out.