Chapter Seventy-One: The Storm Rises Again
Compared with the big war in the south of Hongmeng, the battle situation in the north of Hongmeng is very unclear. In the case of further intensification, Qiankun Palace and Shenlong Palace declared to the outside world at the same time that they would not intervene in the dispute between the two factions. As for the Nine Heavens Palace, after just dealing with his own back garden, the situation was very good, so he sat on the mountain and watched the tiger fight.
A series of measures of the Three Palaces and Eight Palaces completely forgot the "Ten Thousand Immortals Ten Absolute Eight Extremes Seal" left over from the primeval period. All kinds of appointments have also run aground one by one.
For example, the Zhenwu Palace, which was the most profitable this time, not only rewarded his disciples with a large number of spiritual materials, but more importantly, reconciled with the Immortal Society, which hated people for generations. Of course, there is a strong promoter in this, which is one of the reasons, but the most important thing is the improvement of the True Martial Palace's own strength. The two major forces restored the previous agreement, which greatly improved the internal strength of the True Martial Palace.
With a large number of spiritual materials and elixirs, in only two years, the Dao of the disciples of the True Martial Hall has been refined, and there are many talents, showing a blowout trend. And among them, the most puzzling thing for everyone in the True Martial Palace is that sixteen people, such as Lu Qiu Leyu and Ling Hu Xuzheng, have all entered the divine realm, but Dugu Yangming has stayed at the peak of the Ning Yuan Realm forever, and he can no longer move forward.
These sixteen people, under the strict urging of the nine elders of the sect, gathered together every day to study the three major sword formations of the True Martial Palace, and they had begun to show their might. The fame of the sixteen people has spread all over Hongmeng, and they are called the "Eight Shows and Eight Horses" of the Zhenwu Palace. Baxiu is headed by Gong Yingyi, and Bajun is headed by Ling Huxuzheng.
By the way, after returning from Rouge Mountain, Ling Hu Xu was accepted as a closed disciple by Chongyang Zhenren, and Luqiu Leyu also became a proud disciple of Elder Zai Chengfu Zhenren of the Array Hall.
It's the fifth of May again.
At the end of the day, Dugu Yangming came out of the Holy Infant Emperor's condensation, took a long breath, and said indifferently: "It's still a failure." What is going on with this fourth word? Now it seems that if I can't understand this fourth word, I will always become the Ning Yuan Realm. What a good thing that is!"
During these two years of quiet and quiet, Dugu Yangming cultivated twelve new Dao Divine Powers, of which three were fifth-order Dao Methods. And because of the Holy Infant Emperor's condensation, they all cultivated to the realm of Great Perfection. In particular, the mysterious magic technique that Han Bing gave him had also broken through, but it was limited to the limit of the Jade Mansion's Yuan Force, and he could only cultivate to the third level. As for the contents of the snakeskin, nothing was found.
With the supply of a large number of spiritual materials, he has been able to skillfully refine five kinds of five-grade spiritual pills. These are the only two strengths that he is still ahead of the others at the moment.
At the end of the day, Dugu Yangming took out a furnace of elixir as usual, and couldn't help but sigh: "Unconsciously, I have been worshipping the True Martial Palace for seven years. I'm already behind sixteen, and now every day that passes, I risk being overtaken. Maybe it's time for me to go out for a walk. ”
After cleaning up carefully, he took the three spirit beasts that had become the Ning Dan stage, walked out lightly, and walked towards the bottom of Buzhou Mountain.
Walking alone on the streets of Juancheng, highlighting the feeling of loneliness. As far as the eye can see, the sea of people is vast, and he is like a drop in the ocean, drowning in the rolling crowd.
With the current momentum of the True Martial Palace, any monk in Juancheng who saw the disciples of the True Martial Hall was full of envy. But Dugu Yangming couldn't see it, just wandering idly.
I don't know when, Xinma came to a teleportation spirit array, and said, "Isn't this the spirit array that went to Yuezhou?" I couldn't help but sigh.
Before entering the magic circle, he glanced back at Buzhou Mountain, and whispered to himself: "The fourth child is much stronger than me now, and he is a closed disciple of Chongyang Zhenren, even if he leaves the True Martial Palace, I have no worries." And the best place for me to relax is probably Cangying Ridge. Thinking of this, he suddenly shook his head and smiled, "I don't know, Cangying Ridge is still there!"
Entering the magic circle and delivering the spirit crystal, he naturally asked, "This senior brother, what is the current situation in Yuezhou?"
The people of the Yuan Shi Pavilion looked surprised, but when they saw that it was the outfit of the disciples of the True Martial Palace, they replied seriously: "Since the collapse of the Cangying Ridge, the entire Yuezhou has become a barren and populated land. Now, as far as I know, in the past two years, very few people have appeared in Yuezhou. ”
"Where ......does this spirit array lead now?"
"Quanzhou!" the people from Yuan Shige paused for a moment and added: "If you want to go to Yuezhou, after arriving in Yuezhou, you will cross Baicao Mountain and enter the territory of Yuezhou." ”
"Thanks for the pointers!"
After the spirit array was activated, among the people who rode the spirit array together, someone seemed to recognize Dugu Yangming and whispered a few words with his companions. This has to put aside the previous Dugu Yangming, and a fuss is indispensable. Although he is an open-minded person, he sometimes has a sad face on his face now. Hearing this kind of discussion, he just smiled.
After coming to Quanzhou, Dugu Yangming took up the Three Treasures Ruyi Pearl, and with his memory, he went straight to Cangming Ridge. He had a lot of spiritual pills on his body, and he was not afraid of the consumption of spiritual power, so he only rested for one night, and then rushed to the outer mountains of Cangying Ridge.
The whole barren land appeared in front of you, and the towering Tongue Mountains seemed to be removed forever. In exchange, there is an endless abyss. In this land, it is filled with a strong primeval atmosphere, giving people a very depressing feeling. The more familiar rock castle was also buried by the loess and became a dead place with no grass.
In this kind of realm, there is not even a trace of demon beasts. It can be seen that this kind of area that has passed through the ancient fierce beasts is really difficult to survive.
Dugu Yangming pondered: "How did this primeval beast disappear into the quicksand realm? If it really has memory and wisdom, it can attack Buzhou Mountain, can it withstand it?" In fact, I have already checked these questions, but I have not gained anything. Seeing this scene, it brought back my own memories. After a short pause, he flew straight towards the collapsed abyss.
The abyss is secluded, and the figures are far away. This abyss, which seems to lead to hell, has an inexplicable ability to absorb, as if it wants to suck all nearby creatures into it.
Dugu Yangming Yuzhu flew around, but he only walked around the border abyss, and said: "Presumably, if you fly from above the abyss, you will definitely be sucked into this bottomless abyss. ”
For some reason, a strange thought arose in Dugu Yangming's heart, wanting to explore the end of this abyss. Because he clearly remembered that in the boundless darkness, the six of them ran desperately, but they came to the Shennong Realm for no reason. You must know that the quicksand realm and the Shennong realm are separated by dozens of realms. This kind of mysterious thing has always haunted the hearts of the six people.
It's just that there are too many variables in life, so they don't have time to explore the past, and they have new things to face. For example, because Chongyang Zhenren had already entered the Tiangang realm and practiced in retreat, most of the affairs of the entire Dharma Hall were handled by Xu Huaiyuan, and only a few of the more important matters would be requested from the other elders of the Dharma Hall. And Linghu Xuzheng has begun to help Xu Huaiyuan deal with some simple sect affairs.
Two years ago, the busiest person was Dugu Yangming, and now the most idle person is also Dugu Yangming.
As the saying goes: the country is easy to change, but the nature is difficult to change. Thinking of doing it, it is still the practice that Dugu Yangming has always pursued. After ingesting a few elixirs, he flew away into the sky and flew towards the "end" of the abyss.
On the barren land, the gusts of yin wind emanating from the abyss, mixed with the ancient breath, flew past Dugu Yangming's ears.
The lonely figure flew over the edge of the abyss, as if resonating with the quiet and lonely abyss. The abyss is bottomless and endless, but it is not afraid of darkness. And the figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, and the people in the darkness just naturally felt that it was dark, and the light emitted by the wishful bead could still allow them to move forward without making mistakes, and the rest was nothing different.
It's been a long time, it's been a long time, Dugu Yangming finally felt that something was wrong, first, the sky was never bright, and second, he seemed to be still. Especially this second illusion, I wondered very much, why I couldn't feel that I was moving when I was still urging the Ruyi bead to fly.
Under unknown circumstances, Dugu Yangming tried to stop, and he really stopped, but there was nothing unusual. He tried to let out a long whistle again, and the sound seemed to be sucked away by the darkness around him.
In the quiet and quiet darkness, the sound was cut off, and even the sound of his own heartbeat gradually faded away. There is only one pale thought left in my mind: go forward and never look back.
The road under your feet winds and circles, and the cycle is endless. I always felt that the winding path of this road was so familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had walked it.
The road under your feet is like flowing water, like running clouds, like flames, like ice blades, like loess, and so on.
Like flowing water, scattered but not gathered, moist but not damp, like the dew of the sky; like running clouds, if still and moving, the body is light and cloudy, swaying with the wind; like a flame, the fire is not extinguished, it is still extinguished, it is burning but not dry; it is like an ice blade, the ice is thousands of pieces, condensed but not knotted, only covering the heart; like loess, the soil is crowded, starting from the loess and ending with the loess.
Every time I change my feelings, my soul becomes a little more agitated and more excited, and I gradually become a god.
Dugu Yang Minglingtai is clear, his telepathy is clear, and he wants to try to get out of this boundless darkness, but his mind always wants to know how he got into this darkness. Every time the mind struggles, the whole body feels expanded, and the space where the mind is located is also a little wider.
At this moment, I suddenly felt that the world was endless, and the abyss was bottomless. The abyss is silent, scorching its splendour. It can really be said that it is: Tianxingjian, broad and lofty, light clouds and moon, God travels with the Taiyou, fluttering like a frightening Hong, graceful like a dragon;
Three days after Dugu Yangming disappeared, in the Langtao Realm in the northwest of Hongmeng, the Rouhui Mountain Range, which had been sleeping since ancient times, ushered in a long-lost outbreak.
The volcano erupted, and the magma that rose to the sky stayed at a height of thousands of miles and did not set for a long time. Like red mushroom clouds, shining in the sky, spreading harmony. When the magma slowly falls, it is like a slowly unfolding picture scroll, reflecting the thousands of beautiful scenery of the Rouhui Mountains. When it landed, it was like the blood of a demon, corroding every grass and tree on the earth, and everything in the place it passed through was destroyed.
Nearly half of the realm of the Langtao Realm was destroyed by the lava from the volcanic eruption. And the Tianji Hall of the Hongmeng Giant Sect, located in the Linxiang realm in the northwest of Hongmeng, lost hundreds of disciples for no reason.
The head of the Tianji Hall taught the real people, and accompanied the Tiangang Realm elders in the three sects, as well as several Yuan Dan Realm great real people, to check. The Terran monks who were standing at the top of Hongmeng, without searching and discussing, thought of the incident in the Cangying Ridge of the Southeast Realm two years ago.
Chong taught the real people to repair the book in person, and sent his proud disciples to the eleven factions to deliver the message. After the eleventh sect leader received the letter, the serious problems were self-evident. Everyone knows that the fierce sword that can make thousands of Hongmeng creatures tremble, after losing the seal of the two poles, is probably not far from being born again.
Not to mention, the eight primeval demon beasts that were suppressed by the supreme Dao magic power alone were enough to destroy the existing Hongmeng One Hundred and Twenty-Eight Realms.
The reincarnation of heaven is even more like the full moon and the lack of the moon. The vast sky, all living beings, look down on the wind and clouds, the tide rises and falls, and the flowers bloom and fall. The clouds are rolling and the wind is surging.