Chapter 224, Devouring the Temple, Reinforcements Approaching

When Liu Ciaochun woke up from ignorance, it was sad that the inheritance of the Spirit Demon Sect 100,000 years ago had been completely etched into his mind. en8.

He opened his eyes, and there was dim light scattered around him, and the sound of water came from not far and near, making the Yellow Spring Temple even more silent. It seemed as if he had gone through an era as long as he finally got used to the surrounding environment.

The breeze carried the silent dust, and the pale bare feet fell in front of him, and the wide black robe quickly covered the exposed part.

Yun Qing reached out and picked up his forehead hair, and the black brand she left disappeared under the flesh: "When you wake up, leave between the water curtains."

Liu Caichun stiffened when she touched him, but he quickly recovered: "Yes."

Yun Qing didn't say anything.

Liu Caichun shook his head and asked, "How long has it been?"

Yun Qing smiled: "It's less than twenty years."

Liu Caichun was stunned for a while. He thought that Huang Quan's method was similar to the inheritance of the Great Array, and it felt like a thousand years. He quickly restrained his thoughts and said to Yun Qing: "I'm bothering you and the saint, I'll leave the temple now."

According to rumors, the saints of the devil's way are in seclusion in the Temple of Huangquan, and Huangquan protects the Dharma for him. For the sake of safety, there should be no other people in the temple. What if he stays longer and delays the cultivation of Lord Saint? Liu Caichun was suddenly a little puzzled when he thought of this. Since he said that the saints of the devil's way were in the Huangquan Temple, why didn't he even see a figure?

Yun Qing waved his hand lightly and said, "It's okay."

Liu Caichun didn't dare to ask any more questions, he stood up, somewhat jerkily protected his body with the soulful spirit he had just cultivated, and then walked towards the water curtain. He stopped suddenly halfway through, looked back at Venerable Huang Quan, and his eyes fell on the hem of her Taoist robe. If she just woke up, her legs should have recovered.

"You..." Liu Caichun hesitated for a while, but in the end he didn't say anything, turned around and left.

Yun Qing leaned on the huge beam and closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, but he seemed to be just dozing. She didn't pay attention to Liu Caichun's gaze, and kept her original posture until he left.

Liu Caichun swam up against the water, the cold and desolate atmosphere in the temple gradually disappeared, and he felt that the mood that he had been suppressing had eased a little.

He remembered that the last time he came, his eyes were darkened, and he was thrown from the top of the temple by Jiang Qi for some reason. When he left this time, he should take a good look at the whole picture of the Huangquan Temple. He turned the infuriating spirit of the path of sadness and demons smoothly, so that he stayed in the torrent where Wangchuan and Jichuan converged, and then turned around.

This piece of water is dominated by ancient forces, and the mind cannot penetrate, and can only rely on the eyes to see directly.

Liu Caichun barely saw an outline. A part of the Yellow Spring Temple was submerged under the river, so it looked a little disproportionate in length and width. This huge palace maintains the most primitive form, and there are not too many complicated carvings in appearance. Those rough and condensed stones are piled up to form the strongest guardian of the magic way.

Liu Caichun watched for a while, but suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He swam back for a while, then went upstream again, until he came to a subtle angle before stopping. "Ya*wen*yan*love*first*post"

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His eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what he saw: "This is... what?"

On the top of Huangquan Temple is a behemoth, its limbs are close to the temple, its torso is twisted, and it embeds itself between the dark lines on the temple, so it is impossible to see it unless you look carefully. The muscles on that thing are knotted, and the strong body is like a mountain. The whole body is naked. Only the chest and abdomen are covered with black scales. Its wings were spread, but clinging to the outer walls of the temple, it seemed as if it was about to melt itself into it.

Liu Caichun circled around a few times and found that this thing did not "seem" to be integrated into the Yellow Spring Temple at all, but really embedded his body into the stone. The most important thing is that it is growing at an extremely slow speed. Liu Cianchun has seen it before and can easily stand in the Huangquan Temple, but now I am afraid it can't.

Liu Caichun's heart suddenly tightened, because this thing seemed to be eating the Huangquan Temple.

He stopped looking at it, turned around and left the bottom of the water, trying his best to forget the scene just now.

Yun Qing leaned on the stone pillar and thought for a while, then slowly walked towards the water curtain.

Countless slender blood vessels were pulled from the place against the stone pillar behind her. These blood vessels were firmly embedded in the temple like roots, passing through the stone and metal, and were tightly connected to the holy body of Yan Mo outside.

Her feet stepped on the ground of the Huangquan Temple, and every time she stepped up and down, she could see the roots of the blood vessels on the soles of her feet meet the ground, broken and reconnected. These blood vessels were broken and connected, connected and broken, a large amount of viscous blood flowed out of the slender pipes, the ground drank the blood, and finally looked clean as ever.

Part of the Huangquan Temple is under the riverbed, and the saints of the magic way are retreating there. He is in a weak period, and the temple itself has a certain degree of shielding, so it is still difficult to know what Yun Qing is doing through the thick palace walls. Rao is so, Yun Qing dare to act in front of him is also bold.

Yun Qing raised his hand and closed in front of the water curtain.

The fine blood vessels grew from both sides, constantly intertwined, and finally blocked the water curtain a little bit, and the temple was finally completely separated from the outside world. After the blood vessels are closed, it looks like a skinned creature, and the strange peristalsis looks a little disgusting.

Yun Qing stretched out his hand to seal, and the black fire snake ignited those blood vessels.

Those blood vessels gradually melted into a whole, and the color also changed from bright red to like iron and iron, blending perfectly with the surrounding stone walls. The bumps on their surfaces were fixed on the inner wall of the Huangquan Temple, and every undulation was unobtrusively connected to the surrounding magic patterns, and this small area quickly became a whole with the surrounding.

The magic patterns in Huangquan Temple are slowly changing, and so are the blood vessels just now. They wander and weave inside the four walls at an extremely slow speed, and the exposed bumps and ridges become magic patterns, predicting the evolution of every celestial mystery of the orthodox magic way.

Now, Yunqing's holy body of Yan Mo is invading this temple little by little, trying to use the ancient bloodline hidden in the temple to awaken the legendary existence.

"Yellow Spring..."

After Yun Qing isolated the entire Huangquan Temple from the outside world, he began to meditate on the spot.

Longevity, longevity, ten thousand calamities, ten thousand transformations and ten thousand specials, cultivate each incarnation in the ultimate state, and when the sacred body of Yan Mo is near perfection, the soul of the ancient Yan Mo can be brought into the body. And all the efforts he had made before were just preparations for this time to take in the soul of this sacred body of Yan Mo.

Now the saints of the magic way are in retreat, and all the orthodox sects of the magic way have completed the clearing of the South China Sea and are ready to recuperate. Yun Qing has issued a decree from the Huangquan Temple, announcing to the cultivator world that the Demon Realm has been closed for a hundred years. This period of time is not long or short, and the sects who dare to test can generally endure this mere hundred years. In the past hundred years, the orthodox Demon Dao will not participate in the external war, all the sects are closed, and the Huangquan Temple is in an absolutely closed state.

Yunqing plans to use this time to cultivate Yan Mo's holy body to its zenith, to lead the spirit of the ancient real demon into her body, and to complete her final layout in the Wuxuan Demon Realm.

"Huangquan..."

Yun Qing let out a long sigh, the entrance of Huangquan Temple was completely closed at this moment, and there was no trace of flaws to be seen.

A hundred years is just a blink of an eye for cultivators, but for people in the midst of war, it is a long and tormented time.

The Great Mirror Country will not be a country, and the demon clan invaded step by step, approaching the altar of the sky, but the holy brilliance that ascended into the sky never retreated halfway.

The sky was shrouded in haze, and two figures, one big and one small, appeared between the beams of light. The two fell on the altar of walking along the beam of light. The saints of humanity are leaning against the railing not far from them, and the scorched earth and war have been spreading since a hundred years ago. But as he himself said, as long as the saints are immortal, no matter how strong the demon race is, it cannot destroy humanity.

The two people who fell down were well-dressed, and their clothes and crowns were ancient, which looked out of place in today's world. His face was covered with a golden lace. The lace was made of metal, but the inside was padded with soft silk, and the patterns on it were also ancient and complicated, not like what they are today. The other man was wearing white clothes, his face was pale and shy, and he was pinching the edge of the older man's clothes carefully, like a little rabbit.

"The envoy, the emperor, is the journey going smoothly?" The humanistic saint looked indifferent, but his tone was still polite.

As soon as Ji Yihe was questioned, he involuntarily took a step back, Zhong Guanyuan replied with a smile, "It's going well, Lord Sage is ready to lead the Heavenly Palace."

The Humane Saint was silent for a moment: "...It's time to work."

Before Zhong Guanyuan took over, he asked calmly, "The Heavenly Palace is back, how many saints need to be relocated?"

Zhong Guanyuan smiled and said, "It depends on you."

The saint of humanity fell silent again, and he also understood what Zhong Guanyuan meant. The return of Tiangong means that the gods from 100,000 years ago will use the backhand left by the Qing Emperor to go down the river, and now, after 100,000 years, Daoguo has been firmly controlled by several orthodox Daomen. Even if there is a little bit more, I can't stand it.

Heaven will not allow too powerful forces to exist in the world. Today's saints either suppress these forces on themselves or spread them out layer by layer by accumulating Tao fruits and dividing Tao seeds. In this way, Avoid punishment. But after the advent of Shinto, practitioners in the world will have a lot more power out of thin air, which can easily lead to disaster.

This means that the saints need to weaken part of the power of the monastic world by themselves before the advent of Shinto, so as to accommodate their behemoth.

Obviously, Zhong Guanyuan didn't intend to intervene in this link. What he meant was to let the saints fight for themselves, and keep whichever ones are left in the end.

The Humane Saint looked calm: "Understood."

"Sir, it's better to prepare first." Zhong Guanyuan said meaningfully, "Since you have agreed to hand over the Li Palace, then you must make plans to deal with the ancient gods and today's saints."

The sage of humanity looked at the sky with a distant expression, and said no more.

Ji Yihe hid behind Zhong Guanyuan and looked at him. This sage of humanism was very similar to sage of immortality, with white hair like waterfalls and a cold expression.

Zhong Guanyuan smiled, and then said to the sage of humanity: "Do you know why Taiqing refused to hand over the other halls repeatedly, and kept killing the gods we sent to attack the gate?"

The white hair of the sage of humanity hangs down to his ankles, a few strands cover his expression slightly, the haze in the sky seems to be getting darker and darker: "I am weak among the sages today. I'll do it."

Therefore, his master died under the pressure of Shinto to prevent the return of Tiangong.

Zhong Guanyuan still smiled, and his expression looked very relaxed: "He sacrificed his life to keep you safe for a hundred years, and now you hand over Li Gong in a blink of an eye, isn't it a little bit kind."

The sacrificial clothes on the human saint's body were stacked and dragged on the ground. He suddenly laughed, but his white hair was particularly vicissitudes in this smile: "So what can..."

He held the railing tightly with both hands, and his fingertips became paler and paler: "So what? Dao chess was destroyed by the Dao of Heaven 100,000 years ago. We practitioners can't guard this square inch of land and use the Dao to waste forever. Give these seekers a way out, whether it is a struggle or a ridiculous thing... After such a long search and the sacrifice of so many people, we should have a break with the Tao of Heaven."

And the opportunity for this "break" comes from the Taoist chess in the Heavenly Palace.

The legendary Chaos Holy Artifact that can play against the Tao of Heaven.

Zhong Guanyuan's smile gradually faded, and his expression showed a hint of admiration. He bowed his hands and bowed: "The great saint, the historical records of later generations should bear your name."

Saying that, Ji Yihe took him into the air and flew directly to the South China Sea.

The sage of humanity stood on the spot, and a smile spread from the corner of his mouth: "Yeah, I want to keep my name in the history, but it's not a good reputation."

At this time, over the coast of the South China Sea, was walking in harmony with the wind, and also took time to block Zhong Guanyuan from the strong winds and waves of the South China Sea.

He whispered, "Master Zhong, are we going to find Huang Quan first?"

Zhong Guanyuan patted his head and said gently: "I'm going to the Demon Realm, but I'm not looking for Huang Quan, but Yun Qing."

Ji Yihe was stunned, not understanding the difference between these two sentences, but he nodded obediently and said, "Follow Master Zhong's instructions."

Zhong Guanyuan looked very relaxed, but in his heart it was not.He cleared his throat and solemnly said to Ji Yihe, "Can you block the devil now?"

Ji Yihe was stunned for a second, then nodded quickly: "No problem, even if Master Zhong smashes the Demon Realm, Yihe can protect you and escape safely."

After he finished speaking, he cautiously raised his head and glanced at Zhong Guanyuan, only to find that the god's expression had a worry he had never seen before.Ji Yihe asked anxiously, "Master Zhong, what are we going to do in the Demon Realm?"

Zhong Guanyuan reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Go and help someone."

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