Just when Yan Zhengming thought he wasn't going to say anything, Cheng Qian suddenly said, "In the secret realm of Daxue Mountain, in order to resist the painting soul, I will use your sword qi to break the seal of listening to the universe and accept the inheritance..."

Cheng Qian paused for a while, and his words were stopped by the ban. He was silent for a while longer, and whispered, "It almost melted my consciousness in it."

Yan Zhengming instinctively asked, "Which place?"

Cheng Qian didn't say a word. He held the frost-blade hilt that was trembling slightly with both hands. After retreating a gust of wind, he turned the tip of the sword around flatly, drawing a circle that goes around again and again, and then looked up at the heart demon. The valley does not see the sky above the sky.

Yan Zhengming seemed to have caught something for a moment.

Cheng Qian may not even take the calamity in his eyes. What can melt his consciousness and devour his primordial spirit?

Listen to Qiankun... Qiankun?

Yan Zhengming looked at his back in shock, thinking of the little bell that he heard through the wooden sword, as if catching the wind and the shadow, and whispered: "Is the 'it' in the universe... the real way of heaven?"

Cheng Qian could not answer as usual.

"Integrating into Heaven" sounds like "ascension", but Yan Zhengming did not hear much yearning from Cheng Qian's voice. When he first came out, Cheng Qian was even a little dazed, as if he was trapped in a dead place. It was as if he was stunned and couldn't come back to his senses.

He remembered the words Han Muchun said when he was young, "Ascension means death."

For a time, a whimsical guess suddenly appeared in Yan Zhengming's heart - is there really an "upper realm" for monks to soar?

"Ascension" means "achieving a positive result", or "obtaining the Tao", so will those who have attained the Tao re-form a fairyland in the "upper realm"?

Do people who have attained the Tao also have distinctions between good and evil, and also intrigue?

But for beginners to practice, no matter which school or school, isn't the first lesson Master taught is "The Dao is invisible, ruthless, and nameless"?

If a person is really invisible, ruthless and nameless, and his consciousness melts into heaven and earth, is he still a person? Do you still know who "I" is? Remember your love and hate in your life? Still... still alive?

Yan Zhengming whispered: "Actually, there is no such thing as longevity in the world, right?"

Cheng Qian was silent, three waves of wind suddenly came, his wrists flew, three swords in a row, the veins on his wrists bào jumped, and his back had an indescribable Xiaoshu meaning.

For thousands of generations of monks, "longevity" is like a carrot hanging in front of them, binding them in a long and lonely penance, so that they do not have to produce, and do not compete with mortals for profit.

Most sects of self-cultivation, like Mingminggu, shelter one side, eat the offerings of mortals, or sell talismans to mortals. Except for a few disasters, monks and mortals have always been in peace.

People like Tang Zhen, who were eroded to the core by the Soul Eater Lamp, would still be reluctant to see blood because of the shackles of heaven.

An ambitious person like the Third Prince would give up the throne because of the pursuit of longevity... although he did end up on the wrong path.

But if one day, these monks know that they are like mortals, they will die, and what they are after is nothing but illusory mirrors and water moon, then what will happen to these powerful powers who call for wind and rain at every turn?

They are supremely capable, and they can overturn rivers and seas at every turn. Ordinary people and monks are like a group of ants in a precarious state. There is nothing in the world that can restrain their existence. The appearance of emperors and generals in the world is more like a joke. Bad is inevitable, how smoky will this world be?

Then the ancestors and sects of the ten major sects at that time sealed this secret into the listening world, signed the ten-direction oath, and let the existence of Tianyanchu be allowed?

Yan Zhengming doesn't know if this is just his own wild thoughts, and he has no way to trace the truth.

Cheng Qian could never tell.

Yan Zhengming asked, "Then how did you escape from it?"

The bright sword light of the frost blade illuminated the dark Wuhuitai. Cheng Qian, who was holding the sword, paused for a moment. He stood leaning on the sword, turned his head slightly, and looked at Yan Zhengming deeply.

Yan Zhengming couldn't help thinking of Cheng Qian's very solemn "Thank you" in the middle of Daxue Mountain, and his heart skipped a beat for a while.

There are so many threads, needless to say, you are already an unbreakable tie in my world.

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Chapter 109

In the vast Shu Mountains, Li Yun, an unusually huge spirit-inducing formation, had been deployed for ten days.

Deploying the formation is no better than digging trenches. He didn't dare to make a mistake along the way, for fear that one bad one would cause harm to one side.

In this line, all those who can still breathe, are all driven by him. Some lead the way, some search for spiritual stones, and some help to calculate the formation. After ten days, they are all exhausted, not to mention taking turns blocking sacrifices. Han Yuan and the others.

All the medicinal pills on the group entered the stomachs of Han Yuan and Shuideng.

When Shuideng first swallowed the demon pill, he felt that he would be blown up by this thing, but now he feels that three thousand years is not enough, and thirty thousand is enough!

The moment Li Yun announced the "formation", Han Yuan was no longer able to follow the dragon's body. He instantly turned into a human form, and fell to the ground half-dead. The wear and tear was too great, and there was an almost terminally ill look on his face. of death.

However, even so, the lingering big devil still stretched out a claw with a stubborn willpower, desperately grabbed Li Yun's feet, and said angrily: "You...don't forget...the true dragon flag..."

Li Yun had no time to ridicule him, and immediately took off his shoes and rode the sword with one bare foot.

He wielded his sword like the wind, chasing the sacrificial technique that whizzed away along the spirit-inducing array all the way. He was extremely nervous. For this thing, Li Yun's originally rich storage bag had been cleaned up, and all kinds of spiritual things, All the spells were consumed, but even so, he still underestimated the power of this sacrificial technique.

The spirit-inducing formation almost leaked out several times. Every time there was a breach in the formation, this group of cultivators would shout like trackers by the river. To drive a deep ditch into the ground from the mountains in Shuzhong.

The elder of Baihu Villa was injured by a ghost, and he was so inhuman that he had to rush to the front. After the sacrificial technique, like a flood, he carried Nian Da, who almost hit him like a headless fly, and put it aside, muttering, "It actually became..."

Li Yun saw it, and immediately sent a signal from a distance, waved desperately, and asked all the people in the imperial object to fall.

The next moment, a loud crash of landslides and cracks rang out on the ground, and all those who were still foolishly parked in the sky were affected and rolled down from their weapons.

The sacrificial technique seems to contain countless resentments, bào anger, hatred and despair, flowing down from the high cliff, like the overturning of a galaxy, landing into a lake, and moving, countless barren hills were razed to the ground, and the original landform was completely unrecognizable. , the unfathomable cliff reveals a hideous ditch.

sky……

The ground movement caused by the sacrificial technique lasted a full day and a half before the dust settled, Li Yun was wearing no shoes on one foot, Jin Ji held it independently, and murmured dumbly: "This can also stop you for one hour or three. En... Han Yuan, your kid is really promising."

Han Yuan was dying and didn't speak, and it seemed that he had been caressed by his ancestors.

The puddle asked anxiously, "What happened to him?"

Li Yun bent down and looked at Han Yuan for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Oh, it seems that I may not necessarily come for you with the real keel, and there is only one keel. If you really make it up, how can you Don't you want to turn the sky upside down?"

Hearing that, Han Yuan, who was about to die, was immediately resurrected on the spot, struggling as if returning to the light, struggling to smash Li Yun's shoe over: "How dare you! I will not share the sky with you!"

The elders of Baihu Villa freed their hands and contacted several sects in Shu, including Mingming Valley.

The major sects also winked, and the next day they sent supplies of various wound medicines. The group rested in the middle of Shu for half a month before continuing to the south.

Han Yuan consciously cleaned up Tang Zhen and Bian Xu, and the wounds became more and more insufferable.

By the time they arrived in the southern border, the demons who gave birth to different hearts because of the death of the Nine Saints were basically overwhelmed by Han Yuan, and they all lay dormant for a while.

"The place where the miasma blocks the road in front is where the evil pedestrians are." Han Yuan said, "You guys are not welcome here, so get out."

Shuideng poked his head behind him and was very curious about the number one devil's cave in the world, and asked, "Fourth Senior Brother, will your devil cultivator rob money or color?"

"Jie," Han Yuan glanced at her and sneered with contempt, "but Jie Se only robs people, not long-tailed myna, you don't have to worry."

Puddle angrily sprayed fire at the back of his head.

"Don't forget to bring me the True Dragon Banner." Han Yuan waved his hand to resolve her little spark, and then strode towards the Nightmare Pedestrian's nest.

He flicked his sleeves, and a huge mountain gate appeared out of thin air. The word "nightmare" with a dragon flying and phoenix dancing on it was like a monster with a bloody mouth open. The dark and cold magic energy flew up and down, and merged with the poisonous miasma in the forest. It looks unspeakably sinister.

A blood-colored gossip map flew out from Han Yuan's tattered Panlong robe sleeve, and rightly slapped it next to the word "nightmare", immediately branded with a bloody imprint.

The blood mark seemed like oil dripping into boiling water, and for a while, countless pairs of prying eyes rose and fell in the Nightmare Pedestrian Valley, carefully looking at the returning big devil.

Han Yuan was wearing tattered clothes like a beggar, but he walked like an emperor who had returned to the Dragon Court.

It's a pity that it was destroyed before taking a few steps - Shuideng was about to burn him into a man, and when he saw his back, his heart suddenly felt empty, and he couldn't help shouting loudly: "Fourth Senior Brother, we will come to play with you in the future. !"