The first pavilion of the Yan Palace, as the entrance of the Yan Palace, it is destined not to be stored magic weapons, pills, and can only be regarded as a passage.

The sound of crying and mourning wafted from the pavilion, and the sound made people feel sad and heartbroken.

As soon as Hong Zhenren, the beggar elder, the white fairy and the ten thousand monks entered the pavilion, they were all shocked by the scene in front of them, this time it was different from seeing the dense humanoid puppets, this time it made people cold to the bone.

There is a black jade coffin in the pavilion of Nuoda, and the names are written on the coffin, which are not the names of ancient sages, nor the names of ancient giants, but the names that are familiar to the monks who enter the pavilion.

Next to a black jade coffin stood a crying lonely soul, and hundreds of lonely souls were crying.

Hong Zhenren was shocked when he saw the name on the jade coffin, because the name on the coffin was his name, and said angrily: "Nonsense!"

The old beggar looked strange, he caught a glimpse of the black jade coffin engraved with his name engraved in the corner of the pavilion, and the people crying in the coffin were all a little similar to himself, he couldn't help but wonder, and said to himself: "It's weird!"

"It's just a phantom array. Bai Zhenren waved his hand disdainfully, and a finger hit the black jade coffin engraved with his name.

Bang!

The fingers hit the coffin as if they were hitting the iron wall of copper, and there was a sonorous sound.

"Really?" Hong Zhenren took a step forward, reached out and touched a black jade coffin, his hand passed through the jade coffin, and all he touched was air.

The monks gasped, and they all looked at the black jade coffin, and breathed a sigh of relief, the jade coffin was not engraved with their names.

"Maybe only the names of human-level characters will be engraved on the jade coffin. ”

"You didn't look, real people have a title on them. The title of the beggar is the beggar saint, the title of Hong Zhenren is the control saint, and the title of the white person is the Fu saint. ”

The monks were talking.

At this time, an exclamation sounded.

A monk saw a name on a black jade coffin conspicuous in the center of the pavilion, and that name had the title "The Holy of All Saints" on it.

"The saint of all saints, what a great title. Who is this person who is sacred, and who has such a great title?"

"Bai Yan, I haven't heard of this person. ”

The monks frowned one after another, thinking about it, even Bai Zhenren, Hong Zhenren, and the beggar elder thought about it for a long time, but they didn't think that there was such a person as Bai Yan in the cultivation world.

"Senior Bai!" Shangguan Ni looked at Bai Yan's eyes full of awe, she was thinking in her heart that the Holy of All Saints was talking about Senior Bai in front of her, and said to Bai Yan: "The name of the Holy of All Saints is the same as that of the senior. ”

Bai Yan smiled and said to Shangguan Ni: "Shangguan girl, you think too much. Bai is just a True Dan monk, and he hasn't even condensed the Fa, so it's nonsense to talk about sanctification, or the sainthood of all saints. Miss Shangguan, if you take a closer look, the names on the jade coffin are probably all saints who have been martyred, who wants to be a martyred saint. Bai would rather be trapped in the True Dan Realm for the rest of his life than be martyred. ”

Shangguan Nixiu stretched her eyebrows and said to Bai Yan: "Maybe the juniors are thinking too much." ”

"Let's go!"

Hong Zhenren waved his sleeves and swept towards the depths of the Yan Palace.

The old beggar glanced at the jade coffin engraved with his name, and swept to the depths of the Yan Hall with a deep thought.

Bai Zhenren snorted coldly at the jade coffin engraved with his name, and swept towards the depths of the Yan Hall with the two True Pill Fairies.

Seeing that the three real people swept towards the depths of the Yan Palace, one after another forces swept towards the depths of the Yan Palace.

Bai Yan naturally didn't stay here for a long time, and took the children of the Shangguan family to the depths of the Yan Palace.

The hall is very vast, and the pavilions are more than one after another.

Bai Yan was in a trance, he had seen the strange scene of a lonely soul crying a hundred saints in the holy land of Guan Sheng, and he saw a black jade coffin engraved with his name in the Yan Sheng's Yan Temple, and what was even more ridiculous was that he was also crowned the title of the saint of all saints, he shook his head with a wry smile, the saint of all saints was just the same name and surname as himself.

Bai Yan and his entourage came to a pavilion, and there was only one word "quiet" engraved in the pavilion.

The silent character is written by the saint himself, and there are all kinds of things in it, looking at the static character, the monks only feel that they have entered a mysterious situation, and their hearts are extremely ethereal.

Legend has it that the word sage relied on the mantra of the word to insist on his heart whenever he went crazy in his cultivation, and did not fall into the devil's way. ”

"Cultivating the Jingzi Mantra can increase Yicheng's cultivation speed, and the cultivation speed of the Yansheng far exceeds that of other monks of the same era, all thanks to the Jingzi Mantra. ”

“......”

The more the monks talked, the more mysterious it became.

Bai Yan stood there quietly, staring at Jingzi with his eyes on Qiongqiong, he was comprehending Jingzi's mantra.

Bai Yan only felt that he was the only one in the whole world, his mind was completely empty, thousands of pictures passed in front of him, and in the end, only one picture remained, meditating cross-legged and forming empty seals.

Bai Yan followed the same example, meditating cross-legged, and his hands were empty.

A magical scene has appeared!

A mysterious rune appeared above Bai Yan's head, and under the shroud of the rune, his cultivation speed increased by one percent, the speed of spiritual power operation increased by one percent, his divine sense increased by one percent, and his sensory acuity increased by one percent.

This success seems to be just a data, but it is a real help for the monk's long road to cultivation, which can save the monk one-tenth of his time, so that the monk has a better chance to touch the Great Dao and become an immortal.

Cultivating the truth, cultivating the immortals, cultivating is nothing more than a great freedom, cultivating nothing more than an immortality, wanting to live forever is not so easy to do, the hardships paid by the monks are unimaginable to the world, and the cultivation is also very cruel, some monks are in the realm of true pills all their lives, not to mention that they can not even touch the fur of the avenue when they cultivate to the edge of the avenue, if they have one-tenth more time, the monk's chance has increased by one percent, which is very precious to the monk.

There are many people like Bai Yan who can comprehend the Jingzi mantra, Shangguan Peerless, Shangguan Fenghua, and several Zhendan monks have realized the Jingzi mantra.

Shangguan Ni's talent is limited, she can't realize the mantra of Jingzi, and she, like the monks who entered this pavilion, watched others realize the mantra of the sage, and she only had envy, jealousy and hatred.

For a whole day, the monks who can realize the mantra of the silent character have all realized it, and the monks who cannot realize the mantra of the silent character have given them another hundred years, and they will not be able to realize the mantra of the silent character, because the mantra of the saint of the word depends on enlightenment, not on cultivation, on other things, but only on talent and understanding.

Cultivating immortals is so cruel, like a hundred ships competing to advance, there are only one or two preemptive, and it is impossible to advance in a hundred ships.