Master Tianwei’s proposal was rejected by Song Lingji without hesitation.
   Daoist Tianwei has a jade slip in his hand. He knows the truth that water drips through stone, and he sends messages to Song Lingji every day. The monk has a long life, and he has a lot of patience. But he soon had no time to pester Song Lingji, because the peace and tranquility of Xianmen Daozhou was broken.
   It is undeniable that the existence of the jade slips has brought the Xianmen Daozhou closer. The Xianmen Daozhou No. 3 group has countless group chat messages every day. On this day, it is destined to leave a strong mark in the history of immortals. To a certain extent, it can also be said that fate has reached a turning point.
   First of all, a hexagram master with the dao name Qingzhuzi made a fuss. He described his dream last night with a frightened expression. He said: “Dear friends, I fell into a nightmare yesterday! I saw a terrible future—”
   Hexagram masters are out of the category of mortals, and generally don’t dream often. Once they do dream, there must be divine inspiration in the dream.
   Recently, Qing Zhuzi just felt that his Yuanying realm was stagnant, he could not break through, and he was worried day and night. It happened to be a dream. He thought that there would be a god in the dream to guide the maze, but unexpectedly fell into a terrible catastrophe.
   In the dream, his breath was caught, and cold sweat kept oozing from his forehead, making it almost difficult to breathe. The next day he got up from the cave tremblingly, meditated quietly, and took a Qingxin Dan to stabilize his mind.
   He thought hard for a long time, and finally decided on a fact, the secret must not be revealed. But if this is a prophetic dream, in the 19th year of Tianshou, this world will be destroyed, and his green bamboo will not end well, the world will be destroyed, and he is only a Nascent Soul cultivation base, so he cannot ascend in the daytime and take refuge in advance, where can he escape to? where to go?
   After thinking about it, he chose to make the Tiandao induction public.
   Sitting Wangsheng: “What dream?”
   Everyone didn’t take it seriously at first.
   “Terrible casualties, millions of dead bodies, the catastrophe of the cultivation world is approaching!”
   Qing Zhuzi said with a mournful face, a Nascent Soul cultivator was frightened by the dream like a three-year-old child.
   Anyway, he is going to die anyway, so he might as well pay the price of death and Taoism to explain the facts of the dream in detail, and use his own body to send these deafening words to the sky.
   The cheerful group chat suddenly stagnated, and everyone’s expressions changed drastically.
   “Sitting and forgetting life” Elder Cheng is the host of the group chat, and he immediately stopped the previous conversation: “Fellow Daoist Qingzhuzi, the heavenly secret must not be revealed, so don’t open your mouth.”
   Qing Zhuzi: “No, I must say it!”
   Han Xing sings alone, the whole world is drunk, he wakes up alone, he wants to put all his eggs in one basket, and wake up the comprehension world with the blood of a divination master, for which he does not regret his death.
   Sitting and forgetting life: “Qingzhuzi, calm down, don’t forcefully discover the secrets of the sky.” Today, the Dao is declining and illusory, but it is still the source of this world, and it is synonymous with supremacy, stalwart, and vastness. His will determines this method. run.
   If Qing Zhuzi forcibly leaks the secret at the cost of self-destruction, he will surely suffer a backlash, and maybe die halfway through the sentence. The remaining monks in Daozhou of Xianmen have to rely on this half of the motto to interpret it repeatedly. If the interpretation is wrong, it will be worse.
   Qingzhuzi also thought of this possibility for a moment. The smooth surface of the jade slip reflected his pinpoint-like constricted pupils and suddenly pale face, “Then, I will use the spiritual book as a guide, and you each piece together a piece…”
   After all, the realm of Green Bamboo is far from Lianxu, and it is impossible to convey the perception of the soul like the middle realm of Lianxu—my perception is your perception, the dream I perceive, and the painful struggle experience, you can also feel it. can understand.
   What’s more, the spirit book is a time-consuming and labor-intensive method, but it also has the advantage of transferring the price of leaking the secret to everyone. Everyone bears a little bit of backlash with their physical bodies, and Qing Zhuzi can also live well.
   Just do it.
   It took more than a month for Nineteen Immortals Daozhou to interpret that dream, and the method was proper. Each of them only encountered a little backlash, and their realm was slightly regressed.
   When all the information was deciphered, everyone in the world broke out in a cold sweat and dared not speak for a long time. The monks above the stage of transformation were silent, and the monks below the stage of transformation were trembling.
   In the universe of stars, in ancient times, before the doom of world destruction, every monk was insignificant.
   Qing Zhuzi was right.
   As expected, there were horrific casualties and millions of corpses, and the catastrophe in the cultivation world was approaching! In that vast and not far away time and space, Tianshou has been living for nineteen years.
   They saw ruins everywhere in the realm of comprehension, blood flowing into rivers, wildfires raging, the air filled with howling winds of blood, countless monks’ souls falling, and the world shrouded in shadows.
   In the countless black mist, they saw millions of demon soldiers in groups, they saw the lawless tide of demons, and the tens of thousands of years of boundary membranes shattered, and a catastrophe broke out in the mainland of China.
   They are like lonely ghosts who have unfortunately fallen on the battlefield.
   The broken body and limbs all over the ground and the black soil soaked in blood, and the blood gushed like a waterfall, made them clearly feel what despair is.
   Countless monks were in palpitations.
   at this time.
   They also saw a person, that person stepped on the battlefield with both shoes, walking slowly. I saw black hair and blue clothes, cold brows, and calm eyes, when he came walking with an unsheathed cold sword that could split the sky. He looks colder and nobler than anyone else, like a god descending to earth, lonely like a vast universe.
   It fully demonstrates that this person’s realm has returned to the basics and has reached the realm of transformation.
   “Pei…Pei Xuan!” They were shocked.
   You can’t mistake the appearance of the evil god, the devil who they personally expelled, who fell from a fairy to a demon in a single thought.
   Pei Xuan didn’t see them.
   It was only then that Elder Cheng discovered that what they saw through the prophecy was the future, and they were illusions that did not exist. Pei Xuan also didn’t pay attention to the bloody fighting monks in Xianmen Daozhou. His eyes were empty and filled with infinite killing intent, as if he was looking at a group of ants.
   Wherever he stepped, the monks on the way screamed and turned into blood mist.
   He walked farther and farther, towards a high place. There was a sea of blood under his feet, piles of bones, and the blood mist spread and expanded behind him, which was very cruel and bloody.
   Just like the ancient prophecy, Pei Xuan was a violent lunatic. He killed immortals and gods, and the cultivation world was devastated, full of ghosts and wolves. But why? After Pei Xuan unified the Demon Realm, the two realms did not interfere with each other. Why did millions of demon soldiers still break through the barrier.
   The monks present had vaguely guessed that Pei Xuan was the pinnacle of crossing the catastrophe, but the following scene still caused all of them to fall into long-term panic and shock.
   Because Pei Xuan swung his sword lightly, the sword was extremely sharp, and the world was split into a deep ditch that could destroy the world. Along this deep ditch, the sky and the earth are split inch by inch.
   They watched in horror.
   The ethereal blue robe on Pei Xuan’s body was stained with red marks starting from the corner of the robe, and soon these blood drops expanded into a glaring patch of blood. This is clearly the activation of the ancient forbidden technique, and I don’t know what stimulated him, but he used the flesh and blood as a guide, and used the soul as a curse to make this world play an elegy and bury him with him.
   The boundary membrane is on the verge of shattering, the mountains and rivers are shaking, and their souls who have explored the secrets are also on the verge of collapse.
   “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa’
   It’s real dao blood, which is shocking.
   Elder Cheng turned pale with shock: “Old friend, what’s wrong with you?”
   “I, my heart hurts…” Daoist Tianwei looked extremely painful, could hardly get up, kept shaking his head and crying, completely speechless.
   Blood and tears gurgled in his eyes, but he couldn’t open them at all, like a person who cried dryly and lost his tears, he could only hold his cramped heart and howl.
   He could only feel one kind of emotion, like the feeling of being forcefully stripped from the body. This kind of pain was different from the past, as if he had lost the thing he cared about most in his life, which caused the intense pain of crying ghosts and gods, tearing the liver and lungs.
   He couldn’t restrain himself, tears subconsciously filled his pupils.
   Daoist Tianwei has the blood of top hexagram masters in his body, and he often gets the sense of heaven in his dreams, and at the same time he has a very strong resonance ability.
   He quickly guessed that he might have sympathized with the devil Pei Xuan.
   But what did the devil lose, and why was he so desperate that he wanted to destroy the world.
   The real Tianwei couldn’t figure it out, and he would know it later – the pain of losing a child. He has a son under his knees, the beloved son of the father, once deprived of it, the emotions are enough to collapse.
   This is also the reason why he resonates with Pei Xuan.
   At this moment, he was still curled up in pain, unable to see the truth behind it.
   Qing Zhuzi also burst into tears: “This is my nightmare, and this is also the tragedy of Tianshou’s nineteen years. The earth is bleeding and drifting, and the world is full of dangers.” In the end, I discovered that the way of heaven is benevolent, and there is a trace of vitality left in this world, so that our monks can change their fate against the sky.”
   “What vitality?”
   Everyone held their breath, as if they were holding on to a life-saving straw in the world that was on the verge of collapse.
   This message is extremely important.
   Qingzhuzi activated the spiritual book again, and the immortals spent another half a month deciphering it word by word, and came up with what Qingzhuzi didn’t finish.
   “I calculated that among the young monks who were born on a certain day and time in August, one of them is the Holy Physique of Chaos, which can prevent disasters and save all living beings.”
   Ordinary teenagers born at this time may be as numerous as stars, but not necessarily young monks.
   In order to avoid mistakes in the birth date, the real Tianwei experienced great ups and downs, and reluctantly raised his mind, and exhausted his efforts to make a calculation.
   This birthday is indeed full of mysterious variables, and there is a lot of mystery!
   In his hexagrams, Xianmen Daozhou is destined to fall, and luck will fall from a cliff, but in a sea of fog that obscures people’s eyes, this birthday is covered with golden light that reaches the sky. Unceasingly, it will soon converge into a magnificent wave of vitality.
   “The catastrophe is approaching, and all things will respond. This may be the way of heaven guiding fellow Taoists, let us work together to help the Son of Salvation, stop this catastrophe of destruction, and save the common people in the world.”
   Zhenjun Xuyang looked astonished and excited: “Our Zixiao Sect happens to have one of the young disciples on this birthday!”
   He was really excited, did the Son of Salvation come from their small sect?
   Venerable Qishan was silent for a while, and then quickly frowned: “The disciples on this birthday, we also have a pair in our sect, which happens to be a man and a woman.”
   His voice was deep, and his tone had a different meaning than excitement. The large number of people meant that it was difficult to distinguish.
   Elder Cheng moved his consciousness and quickly flipped through the disciples’ records. The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes. How could it be him!
   Recalling the column of evil spirits that soared to the sky and the dragons swimming and perching in the black mist when he was searching for the demons in the punishment hall, he subconsciously rejected Qin Xun.
   “There is also one inside our door, no, there are two…”
   Roughly counting, there is no specific birth year, only this birthday, there are hundreds of disciples in Xianmen Daozhou, who is the son of salvation, how to distinguish?
   An old man at the peak of the fusion period said: “You find the disciples, the old man has the means of screening, and the Mysterious Spirit Realm under the prehistoric veins of Nanchuanzhou will be opened soon. It is better for all the monks to work together and use experience as an excuse to send all The disciples are sent down. There is a divine weapon in the secret realm, and there must be a connection between the chaotic holy body and the divine weapon.”
   this is a good idea.
   It’s just that the secret land is dangerous and hidden very deep, almost deep into the hinterland of Nanchuanzhou, near the territory of the demons. There may be demon cultivators mixed in, and it is best for the participating disciples to be in groups, otherwise their lives will be in danger.
   Three months later, Nanchuanzhou was shaken for a while, the sound was like thunder, and the majestic aura shocked the entire cultivation world. Not only is it a sign of the divine artifact coming to the world, but it is also the prestige of the opening of the secret realm of the ancient prehistoric veins.
   The day before the secret realm, countless young Tianjiao gathered outside Xuanling who came to participate in the trial, not only sent people from all major sects, but also some famous casual cultivators, whose brilliance can be imagined. Ye Qing, Yu Jinghan and Yan Chili are impressively listed, they belong to the younger generation of Gui Yuanzong.
   Ye Qing himself was in a daze.
   There are secret realms in every comprehension novel, and he is familiar with them. It is said that this mystery realm was left by the ancient Mahayana monks. There are ancient treasures in the secret realm, and the secret realm generally has a cultivation level that restricts entrants, but the threshold for this secret realm is too low. Well, as long as the age is below 200 years old, monks above the qi training period can participate.
   What can a disciple who has just completed the Qi training period do.
   Isn’t this to deliver food?
   He still doesn’t know that the restriction threshold of Xuanling Secret Realm is not that low, it’s just that there is one more him, and he is forced to lower his cultivation base.
   The child knows nothing, and he has a little confusion and anxiety in his heart.
   He specially prepared a lot of pills for strengthening the body, such as blood-enriching pills, qi-buying pills, and nourishing yuan pills, in his storage bag. He also exchanged the contribution of the sect for a cheat book on Qi-training period. After studying it day and night, he could If you increase your cultivation base a little, just increase it a little. Even if there are senior brothers and sisters protecting him, he can’t hold back too much.
   The ancient secret realm focuses on participation.
   He must have learned a lot.
   “is it him?”
   In the water mirror thousands of miles away, a monk had doubts in his heart. Ye Qing was only sixteen years old, his bones were weak, and his cultivation level was not high, but his eyebrows and eyes were immature, with a strange affinity, he couldn’t help but mutter to himself after taking a few more glances.
   The old man at the peak of the fusion period was silent for a while, and felt that he couldn’t take his eyes off the child, he said in a deep voice: “It shouldn’t be, the son of the savior will not be so weak, he needs someone to protect him all the time, don’t be so quick Make a conclusion and observe again.”
   His eyes fell on the other disciples who looked excited.
   These young talents with excellent roots are more in line with the characteristics.
   Qin Xun didn’t know that he was being observed by countless pairs of eyes. For the past ten years, he has been excavating caves and blessed lands in the mainland of China. This time, the relics of the great desolation in Nanchuanzhou were discovered, and he was the one who was the most astonished.
   The reason for his astonishment is very simple. In the past ten years, in order to accumulate his own strength, he has exhausted his energy and deliberation, sweeping through all the caves that might hide opportunities like locusts passing through the border. However, the birth of Xuanling Mystic Realm shook the mountains, and the aura was extremely strong, and there was no news at all before.
He missed such a rare secret realm full of countless opportunities, so that he had to compete with so many people for so many rare treasures, miraculous medicines, and artifacts that came to the world.
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