aircannonsinc Chapter 507
Chapter 507
The dog-faced Di Ting kept silent after hearing this, and his expression became exhausted.
His body was already covered with wounds, and he was already covered with scars before fighting Qiao Mu. At this moment, the blood was still flowing, and it seemed that even speaking had become difficult.
"Okay, the three questions and three things have stopped here. There is no point in saying more." Di Ting said in a low voice.
"Wait." Qiao Mu spoke again:
"The whereabouts of the founder of the immortal sect and the location of the heaven should be the same thing, but you want to fool around and deliberately answer them as two questions."
"You think that the third thing I want to ask is beyond your ability, so you deliberately fool around like this. Otherwise, why would you deliberately limit yourself to three questions and three things."
"Nonsense." Di Ting, who was exhausted just now, became energetic, his eyes staring like copper bells:
"There is no secret in this world that I can't hear, there is only the difference between what I want to hear and what I don't want to hear."
Tongtian Shuiling beside him nodded secretly after hearing this.
He could tell that this was a simple provocation, but it was indeed useful for the not-so-clear-minded Di Ting.
In the legend, Di Ting was not the type with great magical powers and amazing power among the ancient mythical beasts.
But when it comes to the ability to listen to worldly affairs and distinguish right from wrong, I am afraid that no creature can compare with Di Ting.
The Di Ting in front of him still had the characteristics of half-human and half-demon, and was not the first generation with pure blood in the mythological story.
Even if it was not as good... But from the question and answer just now, it can be seen that this mixed-blood Di Ting is definitely not a mediocre person.
"Then I will ask, if you can't answer, you can pretend that you didn't hear it." Qiao Mu pulled the corner of his mouth and said:
Qiao Mu pondered for a moment, and continued:
"What is the immortal lock? What is its essence?"
Di Ting trembled slightly, and you could see that the hair on his body was slightly upright, and each strand was blown up.
"I really know about this." It pondered for a long time and said:
"The ancient Kuafu tribe was a powerful mythical creature group..."
"Until one day, the Kuafu people who pursued immortality brought destruction to the Kuafu tribe..."
Qiao Mu frowned when he heard it.
He just deliberately provoked this Di Ting, saying that if he really couldn't answer, he could pretend not to hear it.
As a result, it actually pretended not to hear it.
"You are not answering the question. I asked you what the immortality lock is? Do you know?" Qiao Mu repeated it.
This time, Di Ting muttered reluctantly:
"Wait for me to show my magical power..."
But his expression was still calm. He lay on the ground with his ears close to his ears, pretending to listen carefully.
But he didn't move anything else. He gradually stopped moving. Blood gradually flowed from his body. His tongue was sticking out and hanging at the outside.
"Not pretending not to hear, but pretending to be dead?" Qiao Mu and Tongtian Shuiling looked at each other and turned away.
Qiao Mu didn't have much hope, just asked casually.
This Di Ting pretended to be deaf at first, and then pretended to be dead. Qiao Mu also saw its attitude, so he didn't have to embarrass it.
After the two left, the dead Di Ting got up from the ground.
It seemed that it didn't want to pay attention to Qiao Mu anymore, just staring at the broken wooden beams on the coast.
"Listen to the ebb and flow of the tide in the world..." It murmured:
"But who can stay out of this overturned nest?"
The dog-faced Di Ting looked at the direction of the endless ocean, sitting on the cliff, like a stone statue.
.................
In the mist in the distance ahead, the huge outline of the Kuafu Mountains vaguely emerged.
It's not a normal world, but in Guixu.
When Qiao Mu approached the Kuafu Mountains in the mist in the distance, it was the third day since he entered Guixu.
There is no sun rising in the east and setting in the west in Guixu. The sky is always gray and never changes.
Qiaomu determines the alternation of day and night by the resurrection time of the immortal lock in his heart.
"These peaks are all transformed from the corpses of the ancient Kuafu tribe."
Qiaomu stood at the foot of a giant mountain and reached out to touch the mountain.
He once got the bones and blood of the Kuafu giant, which were still alive, and in the immortal dream not long ago, he was able to make the bones and blood perfectly reproduce in the dream.
"The world in the dream is getting more and more real. It is obviously something I imagined in the dream, but it is no different from the real thing."
Qiaomu held his chin with one hand, thinking about whether to study the corpses of these Kuafu giants.
The daily practice method of the Kuafu tribe is closely related to the physique of their tribe, and outsiders cannot practice it.
Just like the experience of a tiger relying on its tail to attack, people without a tail cannot learn it.
Although it cannot be learned, it can be learned from it.
In ancient martial arts, there was a pictographic boxing that used beasts as its teacher.
Qiao Mu was thinking, if he understood the secrets of the body of the Kuafu tribe, could he use the thousands of changes in flesh and blood to simulate it, and then perform the Kuafu tribe's daily practice method...
Thinking of this, Qiao Mu suddenly had an idea and saw a figure under a small hill in the distance.
There were almost no living creatures in this Guixu. Tongtian Shuiling was an outsider like Qiao Mu. In fact, the only living creature Qiao Mu met in this Guixu was the Diting auspicious beast of Fangcun Mountain.
So Qiao Mu looked closely and saw that the figure was actually an old Taoist sitting cross-legged.
The old Taoist has a fairy-like temperament, but his eyes are closed at the moment, there is a piercing wound between the eyebrows, and blood is flowing down the sides of his cheeks.
He was meditating motionless, his body rising and falling slightly, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
"Shui Ling, please stay away."
At the exit of the tree, he stopped Tongtian Shuiling, who was also attracted by this figure.
Tongtian Shuiling was startled for a moment, then saw Qiao Mu walking over alone, and immediately understood in his heart:
"You were attacked by the crazy Yi Ting just now. Now you realize that this may be a trap, so are you going to go there alone..."
"The Qiao family is certainly scary if they are opponents, but if they are allies, they are indeed very reliable."
Qiao Mu walked over alone and looked at the veteran's body carefully.
Among the six ancestors of the Immortal Sect, Qiao Mu had already met several of them.
Among the people I haven't seen before, there are also the supreme elders of Tongtian Sect and Liangyi Sect.
Judging from the style of the Taoist robe on this old Taoist, this person may be the founder of the Liangyi Sect...
"A victim fighting for the opportunity to become an immortal?"
The nine immortal sects have never been friendly neighbors, but rivals and powerful enemies who fight with each other.
The opportunity to become an immortal is in front of you, and all the great patriarchs are competitors. It is normal for someone to fall into the hands of others.
"This person should be a monk in the Hedao stage similar to the Patriarch Lingyuan of the Dao Dao Sect."
Qiao Mu had a thought in his mind and was about to carefully explore the wound.
In an instant.
The veteran's corpse suddenly lit up with a ball of lightning, exploding in a blazing light like the sun.
In just a moment, Qiao Mu's figure was swallowed up.
Low laughter came from the distance, and a handsome young Taoist walked out of the depths of the wasteland with a smile on his face.
"As expected, the Qiao family showed up...but you don't seem surprised."
The young patriarch of the Eternal Life Sect is the one who has the strongest interest in the Qiao family among all the ancestors of the Immortal Sect.
For example, Patriarch Qingmu and Patriarch Lingxu could endure even the destruction of their sect.
Only the young founder of the Changsheng Sect did not hesitate to spend his mana to kill the flesh and blood clone of a tree when he was still in the world of Kyushu.
"I have always been indifferent." Qiao Mu walked out of the scorching light, his skin and flesh turned outwards, and the fiery blood evaporated instantly in the high temperature, leaving only mottled blood stains at this moment.
"But if we don't step on this trap, how can we lure out the hunter hiding in the dark?"
Qiao Mu said calmly:
"Lingxu of Daodao Sect, Qingmu of Qingxuan Dao, plus you...it seems that they are all superior to the ancestors of Lingyuan in the past. Have they reached the Mahayana stage?"
"There are at least three Mahayana monks in this ruins, who can catch you all in one fell swoop."
Although Qiao Mu didn't know the difference between the Mahayana stage and the Hedao stage, he knew it after going through them all.
"He is a ruthless person." The young patriarch nodded lightly:
"But it won't be pleasant to have to swallow the Yang pole god-destroying thunder from me."
"Even if you step on the trap, how long can you hold on?"
This blazing lightning was not easy to deal with. At this moment, Qiao Mu's head was still buzzing. His whole body and limbs were instantly penetrated by extremely strong electric current. The skin on his body was scorched and turned black, and his bones were twisted.
When the trap was stepped on, Qiao Mu had been severely damaged.
Even though his physical body's energy and blood are surging like the sea, he has practiced a thousand transformations of flesh and blood to perfection. Qiao Mu can also heal the fatal wounds of ordinary warriors.
But healing, after all, takes time.
Mastering the myriad changes of flesh and blood does not mean that you can ignore all injuries.
In front of the young founder of the Eternal Life Sect, this short time difference is enough to kill the opponent.
Between lightning and stone.
The young Patriarch was already attacking with lightning.
But to Qiao Mu's expectation, the technique he used was not that of a Mahayana monk.
But martial arts is something he is familiar with...
"The power of ripples and waves - three waves!"
In one breath, huge real energy circulated throughout the body three times, roaring out from the young patriarch's punch.
Qiao Mu opened his eyes slightly.
Then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly uncontrollably.
Logically speaking, this young patriarch of the Changsheng Sect is the founder of the Changsheng Fist and the source of the Qiao Family and the Xue Family in Heyang.
He spent many years in the small world, and his martial arts attainments were indeed extremely high.
If placed among the nine states of the human world, even regardless of the astonishing magical power of a Mahayana monk, based on his martial arts that he has practiced hard in the small world, he can indeed be regarded as the best in the world...
After all, Yan Taizu, the immortal in the world, is only about three hundred years old, and his age and martial arts training time are not even a fraction in front of this young ancestor...
But if we talk about the years of martial arts training...the attainments in martial arts...
There is no one in this world who can compare with him.
Even if he is the founder of this martial art!
"Transform strength and change the stars!"
Qiao Mu spun around and flipped his palms over. In an instant, the roaring torrent of real power danced and swirled on his fingertips like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea.
"Return it as it is, with strong ripples and four waves!"
The real energy from Qiao Mu's whole body came out, and two forces shot out alternately, one bright and one dark.
The violent torrent of nearly 20,000 years of true power washed past, and the young Patriarch's Taoist robes were seen to move automatically without wind, turning into a faint aura that shrouded the surroundings, shaking violently like a lonely boat in a storm.
"It doesn't matter. I'm just testing the waters. I don't expect to be able to fight Qiao Yao, the strongest martial artist in the world, by relying solely on mortal martial arts."
In the midst of the powerful torrent that was like a violent storm, the young Patriarch reached out his hand.
Blood light shot out and quickly turned into a huge bloody hand like a mountain, pressing down.
In an instant, everything in front of him seemed to be shrouded in blood, and even the violent torrent of true energy was torn to pieces.
When the blood light fades.
The two of them stood there, while the ruins between them disintegrated inch by inch.
"For many years, no one has been able to take on my overlapping waves head-on." Qiao Mu said with a stern look.
The ripples and waves combined with his huge real strength far beyond that of a mortal warrior, killed countless powerful enemies along the way.
This is the secret ultra-limited martial skill of Changshengquan. It is naturally extremely difficult to control a massive amount of real energy that far exceeds one's own limit.
The main focus of this move is to use force to overcome skill, relying on the majestic sea of true energy to accumulate and accumulate, and finally drown the enemy like a flood.
After fighting in person...he also gained some understanding of the Mahayana monks.
The young Patriarch also frowned slightly, a little displeased.
Although he knew that relying solely on the martial arts he had developed in the small world, it was unlikely that he could be the opponent of Qiao Yao who could even be killed by the Dao-stage monks.
But when he was defeated by Qiao Mu with his pioneered longevity fist, he was naturally displeased.
You must know that he is not an ordinary monk, but the founder of the Longevity Fist and the Blood Family Kung Fu.
For thousands of years, he has lived in a small world, but his influence on human martial arts is real.
This human martial arts, after reaching the third level, I switched to the divine martial arts, and cultivated the intuition of spiritual refinement.
At the third level, one can manipulate foreign objects by relying solely on spiritual cultivation, allowing flying knives to turn. They can sense external dangers with their eyes closed, and they can use the witnessing technique to injure people from a distance with their eyes open.
This martial art of refining the gods is indeed wonderful, but it is indeed similar to the magic of immortality, and is actually somewhat incompatible with the martial arts of mortals below the third level.
If we look deeper, not only the Qiao family and the Xue family in Heyang, but even the martial arts of refining the gods that appeared in the world have the silent intervention of the Changsheng Sect behind the scenes.
So really speaking...
This young founder of the longevity fist is not only the source of the longevity fist, but also the source of the martial arts of refining the gods in the world.
But at this moment, the young Patriarch was filled with fear.
In fact, when he created the Changsheng Fist, he left a small backdoor to find out the true age of the Changsheng Fist martial artist.
As long as a practitioner of Changshengquan has practiced the Changshengquan Sutra to the state of "undying Qi and blood", it will be difficult to judge the actual age.
This is true for Taizu Yan and the Qiao family. They look like young people in their twenties, and it is difficult for outsiders to judge their true age.
Although the headmaster of the Changsheng Sect also tested Qiao Gui's age in the past, but now...
"This punch requires more than 18,000 years of skill?" The young patriarch frowned and shouted:
"Are you more than 6,000 years older than Qiao Gui, who is also known as the invincible in the world?"
"It's only been a thousand years since Changshengquan was founded... Who the hell are your Qiao family? I am the founder and you are the ancestor?"
"That's right! I am the real ancestor of Changsheng Fist. I just borrowed your hand to write the "Longevity Boxing Sutra"!" Qiao Mu strode out. His body had not yet healed from the heavy injuries, and his figure was still not slow:
"Why don't you call me Grandmaster?!"
"Oh, really?" The young patriarch's eyes turned cold.
Behind him, hundreds of thousands of lightning flashes spread like a peacock's tail, filling half of the sky in an instant, and falling like a sudden rain.
He practiced martial arts in order to explore the way to immortality under the great catastrophe of the end of the law... so he never took a step out of the world in these years. Although his martial arts attainments were high, he was lacking in actual combat.
He only has rich fighting experience, but no martial arts fighting experience.
His most powerful and fundamental method is still immortality rather than martial arts...
And when he, a Mahayana monk, stopped trying and used all his strength to deal with Qiao Mu, who had stepped on a trap and been injured from the beginning.
Boom boom boom boom boom...
The dense roaring sound joined together and swallowed up the figure of Qiao Mu in an instant.
When the lightning faded away, the tree was completely charred and black, its bones were completely shattered by the baptism of lightning, and it collapsed on the ground with only its last breath left.
And the young patriarch stepped forward again.
He raised Qiao Mu's chin with one hand, and surging suction force emerged from his fingertips.
The dying Qiao Mu widened his eyes:
"The Taotie Devouring Heaven Technique?"
"Not bad." The young patriarch nodded and said:
"All martial arts that appear in the world will become my qualifications for further advancement."
"Whether it's the Qiao family's magical skills from your Taoyuan Villa, or the Taotie martial arts from Wujihui... If I, the Changsheng Sect, are determined to collect them, there will naturally be no difficulty."
"And this gluttonous devouring skill is indeed extraordinary." The young patriarch said:
"Thousands of years ago, the martial arts of Jiuzhou was born. Since a thousand years ago, there have been dozens of martial arts that absorb people's skills and rob others of their foundation."
"The Taotie Devouring Heaven Technique did not appear out of thin air. The Taotie Devouring Heaven Technique of this era is a step further than similar magic techniques that appeared in the past..." The young patriarch said with a smile:
"And its greatest and only flaw is... the mind."
"Martial warriors in the world explore on their own, never knowing how to break away from attachments and abandon desires, and develop an iron heart that cannot be shaken by time."
"But ancestor, I have been practicing for a long time, and my Taoist heart is as strong as iron. It is natural that I can use the Taotie Devouring Heaven Skill a few times."
He raised Qiao Mu's chin and whispered:
"All the efforts and accumulations of warriors in this world are just to serve as wedding clothes for others, to help me go further."
But at this moment, Qiao Mu, who was almost sucked into a mummy, was laughing:
"No wonder you have reached this critical juncture and still want to set a trap to kill me... It turns out that you know that your strength is low and you are not the opponent of other immortal sect ancestors, so you have set your sights on me."
The young Patriarch did not comment, but waited expressionlessly for Qiao Mu to finish laughing, and then said quietly:
"The level of cultivation is not an obstacle, arrogance is."
"Taoist Lingxu of the Dao Dao Sect has reached the peak of the Mahayana stage, and is only one step away from becoming a true immortal. If he practices step by step, the others will naturally not be able to catch up."
"Taoist Qingmu of Qingxuan Dao is also extraordinary. He was the first person to refine the incense talisman. He is said to be the source of the incense talisman in the world."
"Monks above the Hedao stage live in a small world away from the world. They don't need to get involved in the world to maintain their cultivation level without falling... But he is different."
"The spiritual energy in the small world is not abundant. It can only keep us alive, but it is difficult to maintain the consumption of the Dharma body. Therefore, regardless of the Hedao stage or the Mahayana stage, the six of us should have no Dharma body..."
"Only Taoist Qingmu is different. In the Taoist temple of Qingxuan Tao, he also has his divine status! The incense divine body he has accumulated so far can be compared to a Mahayana monk."
"In addition, Taoist Tianshu of Yanshen Dao has also entered the Mahayana stage. He is the best in the world in the art of divination. Even if his cultivation level is slightly lower, he can still seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Maybe he will have the last laugh. "
"A Mahayana monk is a giant in the ancient world of immortality with strong spiritual energy. He can dominate a world for tens of thousands of years."
"And I was lucky enough to enter the Mahayana stage. I can't compete with them in terms of magic and cultivation. Compared with them, I'm nothing more than dead bones in a grave. Naturally, I have to be more careful."
Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes.
The young patriarch's words sounded like he was showing weakness... but in fact he was also an old fox.
Qiao Mu's words were not a taunt before his death, but a temptation with his life.
And this young Patriarch obviously took advantage of the situation and deliberately flattered the other Immortal Patriarchs, saying that he was the weakest among the Four Heavenly Kings...
In fact...if Patriarch Aoki is the source of Incense Tao, this Patriarch of the Eternal Life Sect is also the source of the martial art of refining gods in the world!
It didn't take long.
The tree under the palm has been completely sucked into a mummy, and has no breath anymore.
"It seems that there is no Qiao family later?" The young patriarch looked around:
"That's right. This is Guixu after all, not the world of Kyushu. But I'm just being suspicious and being sentimental."
It was not a misjudgment by Qiao Mu. The young patriarch had heard too much about the Qiao family, so he naturally paid attention to it.
Those words just now were deliberately said to "the elder of the Qiao family who will come to the rescue next."
The momentum between the nine immortal sects is like water and fire.
Now the opportunity to become an immortal has appeared, but no one knows that the opportunity to become an immortal in the ruins can make several monks become immortals.
Even if there is a chance for six people to ascend in this return to the ruins... it is destined not to be a good ending for them to ascend to the immortal world together.
The first person to become an immortal will definitely kill all the other immortal ancestors... This is the consensus and tacit understanding between them.
So what he just said was actually diverting trouble to the east.
The young Patriarch glanced at the sky-reaching water spirit in the distance.
The latter trembled with fright, and immediately turned into a current and merged into the sea water.
"Escaped from drowning? This is a bit tricky."
If he had enough time, he would naturally kill the sky-reaching water spirit to eradicate future troubles.
But there are still several Mahayana monks who are comparable to him in this ruins.
The young Patriarch was very interested in the Qiao family, and he was willing to spend time to deal with Qiao Mu, but Tongtian Shuiling was not qualified to let him waste his time.
"No matter what, if you are too late to compete for the opportunity to become an immortal, you will regret it."
The young patriarch looked at Qiao Mu's mummy and said calmly:
"Then, your accumulation of more than 18,000 years will belong to me. If I can become an immortal today, I will also remember your name, Qiao Yao."
After confirming that no one was hiding secretly around him, he immediately transformed into an escape light and disappeared into the distance.
It wasn't until some time after he left that a figure appeared from a distance.
Without even a moment of mourning for Qiao Mu's death, it was Qiao Mu who immediately came to the battlefield!
"The price of a hundred years is still worth it."
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Qiaomu looked at his mummy expressionlessly.
The two flesh and blood clones over ten thousand years old were killed by the ancestors of Changshengmen and Qingmu. Now the deity has taken action and weighed them personally.
He also has a little understanding of the power of Mahayana monks.
"Even if the deity does it himself, he may not be able to kill a Mahayana monk head-on, and I have three opponents..."
Qiaomu narrowed his eyes and looked at the direction where the young ancestor disappeared from afar.
This ghost place has no concept of east, south, west and north. The crazy auspicious beast Di Ting only guided them here.
But Qiaomu didn't find out where this heaven is...
Now, let the young ancestor of Changshengmen lead the way in front.
...............
After Qiaomu and the water spirit of Tongtian River left.
Another rainbow light emerged between the mountains full of the remains of the giant Kuafu, and finally landed next to the body of the founder of the Liangyi Sect.
The man was a white-haired Taoist with sword-like eyebrows slanting into his temples and sharp eyes.
It was the Grand Elder of the Tongtian Sword Sect.
"The Taoist friend of the Liangyi Sect is indeed dead." The founder of the Tongtian Sword Sect shook his head slowly.
Although the nine major immortal sects in Jiuzhou are on equal footing, there are indeed differences in superiority and inferiority.
For example, the Dadao Sect has the most profound foundation, with an unpredictable mountain protection formation, and two Grand Elders, one of whom is only one step away from ascending to the peak of the Mahayana period.
And the Tongtian Sword Sect, Liangyi Sect, Xuelian Sect, Yunxiao Sect and the like, occupying remote areas of Jiuzhou, with fewer incense believers, are naturally the disadvantaged in the competition among immortal sects.
He and the Grand Elder of the Liangyi Sect are both at the Hedao period.
After the latter went upstream in Tongtian River, he immediately rushed to Tongtian Mountain to enter Guixu to compete for the opportunity to become an immortal... and then he was defeated by the founder of Changsheng Sect.
"The Mahayana stage is the last realm before becoming an immortal, and the mana is several times greater than that of the Hedao stage. It is really slim to compete with four Mahayana predecessors, and this fellow Taoist really died because of this."
The Sword Eyebrow Founder sighed.
The reverse waterfall of Tongtian River is actually in Tongtian Mountain, which is actually the closest to Tongtian Sword Sect.
But he was calm, knowing that his cultivation was low and it was difficult to compete with other Mahayana cultivators, so he was cautious and arrived last.
Now it seems that this strategy is really good....
"Follow from a distance, if they find us, we will fail." The Sword Eyebrow Founder thought.
.......................
"Shuiling, you can call me Qiao Shuanggui..."
(PS: Four tu together are pronounced kui, which is an uncommon word that cannot be typed by the input method. It can be used but it is not necessary. The phone will display a bunch of boxes at that time)
Qiao Mu and the Tongtian Shuiling who had returned went together and continued to walk forward.
"No, you were right to hide just now. With your strength, if you take action to join the battle, it would be like hitting a rock with an egg. There is nothing wrong with protecting yourself."
"But if you go further, the dangers you encounter will be no less than a lot. Are you sure you want to follow me?"
Tongtian Shuiling looked ashamed.
As a water spirit of Tongtian River, it is not that he also wants to become an immortal, but he was swept into this world with the upstream Tongtian River... He does not want to come to Guixu.
Guixu is barren and there are almost no living creatures.
And every living creature he has met so far is stronger than him. If there is no Qiao family by his side, he really does not have the ability to explore Guixu alone.
"I just want to go back to Jiuzhou... But in this Guixu, how can I turn back?"
"Besides..." Tongtian Shuiling hesitated:
"That crazy Di said that even the heaven of the fairy world has fallen into this Guixu."
"No one knows whether it is crazy or false... But now that we are here, how can we bear it if we don't see the ruins of the heaven with our own eyes..."
Tongtian Shuiling said this, and suddenly stopped at the same time as Qiao Mu.
Looking up.
I saw a white jade-like staircase slanting upward along the barren mountain, as if it leads directly to the sky.
At first glance, it is full of fairy air, and then you can see that this staircase that seems to be made of white jade is already covered with scars, mottled and dilapidated.
It is not much different from the ruins that can be seen everywhere in Guixu. This white cloud staircase is just brighter in color, and it is still a lifeless ruin.
As the sight continues to move upward, it can be seen that at the end of the stairs is a collapsed gate.
The gate is also like the stairs, desolate and dilapidated, collapsing to one side, with only half of the pillars still standing obliquely, supporting the crumbling plaque.
The golden characters on the plaque are slightly bright, and a faint glow is shrouded. Even from a long distance, people can see the handwriting on it at a glance:
Nantianmen.
"It doesn't look fake..." Tongtian Shuiling was amazed and felt it carefully:
"The spiritual energy in this ruin is extremely abundant, far exceeding that of Jiuzhou, and is qualitatively different from that of Jiuzhou... Could it be that it is really the heaven that fell from the fairyland to Guixu?"
He is a natural god who is almost like a water god. It is his instinct to absorb and exhale the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. His sensitivity to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is no less than that of immortal cultivators.
Before stepping onto the steps to heaven, he sensed the majestic spiritual energy.
"Isn't what Di Ting said crazy? Even the heaven of the immortal world has fallen into ruins?"
While Tongtian Shuiling was still shocked and speechless, Qiao Mu had already moved.
"Walk."
Qiao Mu jumped up and rose into the sky with eight steps on the Heavenly Dragon. But just as he took off, he felt heavy and fell back to the ground.
He frowned and tried. No matter whether he used Qing Gong or the martial arts saint's ultimate transformation... he could not get off the ground in any way.
Let alone flying off the ground, even staying in the air for a short time is extremely difficult.
"Perhaps, this is really the ruins of the Heavenly Palace. Even if it is abandoned and falls into ruins, it still has something extraordinary after all." Tongtian Shuiling also gave it a try, but quickly gave up.
So the two of them climbed up the white jade steps, climbing step by step.
However, as they approached the collapsed Nantianmen, their steps slowed down again.
Under the collapsed Nantian Gate, he unexpectedly saw another old Taoist priest whose robe was stained with blood.
This old Taoist had disheveled hair, his robes were stained with blood in many places, and his face was as pale as paper. He had just run out from deeper inside the ruins of the Heavenly Palace.
Behind him, he could still see blood-stained footprints, extending to unknown places in the clouds.
He sat casually on the floor, staring straight at the crumbling Nantianmen plaque, dumbfounded.
"The same trap, is it happening again?" Qiao Mu was frowning.
But the old Taoist, who was covered in blood, tilted his head, lost all his energy and blood, and died just like that.
A dim Nascent Soul villain flew out of the mouth that had not been closed until death. His appearance was the same as that of an old Taoist.
It’s just that the little Yuanying’s expression was exactly the same as that of the old Taoist before he died, and he said hysterically;
"I didn't make a mistake! I really didn't make a mistake!"
"The opportunity to become an immortal is real, and the catastrophe of the end of the Dharma is also true!"
"It's just...it's just that these ten thousand years of waiting and tens of thousands of years of hard work will eventually come to nothing, even if you become an immortal, it will be useless!"
Tongtian Shuiling reacted first and his eyes fell on the old Taoist’s Nascent Soul villain:
"Is this the ancestor Tianshu of Yanshen Dao?"
"His physical body is completely dead. Even gods can't save him. His Nascent Soul is also dim. Is this because he was severely injured by the cooperation of several other ancestors of the Immortal Sect?"
Qiao Mu's frown deepened.
He tentatively grabbed it with one hand, and actually held the ancestor Tianshu's Nascent Soul in his hands without any hindrance. The latter didn't resist at all.
Although Patriarch Tianshu was physically dead, he could still tell... This person, like the young Patriarch of the Changsheng Sect he met before, had already entered the Mahayana stage.
Although his aura is not as good as before, he is still a Mahayana monk who is only one step away from becoming an immortal. He can dominate the world in the human world.
No matter how you set up a trap, it is impossible to trick a Mahayana monk like this...
Besides....
Even if the body dies and the Nascent Soul suffers heavy losses...but as a Mahayana monk and the ancestor of a fairy sect, how could he have no power to resist and let the Nascent Soul fall into Qiao Mu's hands?
"This person has lost his mind. His Yuan Ying is ignorant and dim."
At this moment, Qiao Mu could easily crush this Mahayana monk to death with a single thought as long as he used a little force on his hands.
Even if a few Mahayana warriors come out from the side at this moment, it is absolutely impossible to save it.
"Isn't it a trap?" Qiao Mu frowned.
Compared with the severe damage to his body and soul, Patriarch Tianshu was clearly mentally disturbed and abnormal. It reminded Qiao Mu of the crazy auspicious beast Tingting on the ruins of Fangcun Mountain.
"The Supreme Elders of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect have hearts as solid as stone. Even if the sect is destroyed, they can still deal with it calmly and watch the fire from the other side..."
Qiao Mu looked back along the body of Patriarch Tianshu, only to see mottled blood extending deeper into the ruins of Tiangong.
"This Patriarch Tianshu escaped from the deeper parts of the Heavenly Palace." Qiao Mu thought for a while and asked:
"What did you encounter deeper in this heaven?"
"I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong..." Tianshu ancestor Nascent Soul muttered to himself, without any other reaction at all.
Qiao Mu thought for a while, then changed his words and asked:
"What did you calculate wrong?"
"Is the Great Tribulation of the End of the Dharma fake? The spiritual energy will be revived soon? Or is this opportunity to become an immortal fake? After all, this is Guixu. How can anyone cultivate and become an immortal in Guixu?"
When Qiao Mu asked this question, the crazy Tianshu ancestor immediately reacted:
"That's right! My calculation was correct! It's just that I only calculated the appearance, only saw the corner of the hexagram, and failed to understand the reality..."
The little Nascent Soul dances in Qiao Mu’s palm, looking like crazy:
"I only thought that the great world of Kyushu would usher in the great catastrophe of the end of the Dharma. After the great change of heaven and earth, the two worlds of humans and immortals would lose contact, and the spiritual energy would gradually wither. But who could have expected..."
"It's not that the spiritual energy of the great world of Jiuzhou has withered, but that the heavens and worlds have come to an end!"
"The great collapse has begun, and even the fairy world has not been spared. The fairy world has been shattered, and the heaven is in ruins!"
"Even if you seize the opportunity to become an immortal, it's useless." Ancestor Tianshu laughed and said:
"It shouldn't have been a long time since the heaven fell into ruins. The spiritual energy is extremely rich. I'm afraid it will not be inferior to the fairy world passed down by old people."
"The ruins of the Heavenly Court are the so-called opportunity to become an immortal. If you meditate in these ruins for thousands of years, you should be able to reach the peak of the Mahayana stage and hopefully become an immortal..."
"But what's the use of this?" Ancestor Tianshu's smile gradually became sad:
"You have been waiting for thousands of years, fighting with heaven and man, but in the end everything will be in vain. Even if there is a catastrophe, everything will eventually turn into ashes."
"The Immortal Realm has been shattered...the heaven is in ruins..." Tongtian Shuiling's heart was shocked and she couldn't help but murmured and repeated.
Legends of the immortal world and heaven have emerged in endlessly since ancient times and have never been extinguished.
Even if he is only a water spirit born less than a few years ago, he still knows the gravity of this matter, which is really unimaginable.
This Tianshu Patriarch was probably severely injured by the siege by other monks deeper in the heaven, and he discovered this amazing secret.
It’s no wonder that the dignified Mahayana monks were already unconscious and their Taoist hearts completely collapsed at this time.
Tongtian Shuiling thought that if it were him, who had been waiting for ten thousand years until now, but had waited for the ending where the heaven was in ruins and the fairy world was shattered, he would probably inevitably have his Taoist heart collapse.
Only Qiao Mu was still calm.
"Shui Ling, since you have seen the appearance of Nantianmen and know that what Ting Ting said is true, you should stop." Qiao Mu said:
"Going further deep into the heaven, there should be at least three Mahayana monks. If you go there, you will be dead."
"Ah...yes, that's right." Tongtian Shui Ling responded.
Although it is not an immortal monk, it can't help but feel a little sad when it sees that Tianshu Ancestor, who has been practicing hard for tens of thousands of years, ends up with a collapsed mind and unconsciousness.
"Qiao, why are you so calm?" At this moment, the Nascent Soul villain in Qiao Mu's hand suddenly shouted.
He was half crazy and had no response to the questions just now, but now he was staring directly at Qiao Mu:
"There is no way forward. The fairy world has been shattered. Who can ascend? What's the use of entering the ruins of heaven?"
"Ascension to the Immortal Realm?" Qiao Mu lowered his head and glanced at Patriarch Tianshu's Nascent Soul, and said expressionlessly:
"What did I say that I want to ascend to the immortal world?"
Patriarch Tianshu tilted his head, greatly puzzled:
"If you are not here to become an immortal or compete with us, then why are you here?"
Qiao Mu said calmly: "Not to become an immortal, just to prevent you from coming back. To blow your ass off, block your way, mess up your situation, do you accept it?"
Ancestor Tianshu sat in the palm of Qiao Mu’s hand and looked up at Qiao Mu with dumbfounded eyes:
"There can be people in this world who harm others and do not benefit themselves. It turns out you are crazy."
"Don't listen, don't listen. Do you think I will care about the insults of a lunatic?" Qiao Mu ignored what Patriarch Tianshu said, only turned to look at Shui Ling next to him, and reminded:
"It's time for you to go, don't make another mistake and lose your life."
“You are the water spirit of Tongtian River, you can sustain yourself for a while even if you are drowning.
If you search carefully, you might be able to find the way back to Kyushu in the ruins. "
After Qiao Mu's instructions, Tongtian Shuiling had not yet spoken.
The ancestor Tianshu in his hand laughed loudly again:
"I understand."
"Regardless of immortality or martial arts, the creatures that have been able to cultivate to this point are already close to the ultimate in the human world. How can it be possible to harm others without benefiting oneself?"
"Jiuzhou...return? Ha, wishful thinking!"
Ancestor Tianshu pointed around.
Looking down from the heights of the collapsed Nantian Gate, one can see that under the white clouds are endless twisted ruins.
Roaring floods flowed from everywhere in the sky and gathered here. Twisted ruins floated in the yellow seawater like drifting islands.
"The sea of suffering is boundless, and there is no shore when you turn back." Patriarch Tianshu laughed and said:
"This Guixu is the end of the heavens and the destination of all realms. All heavens and all realms will fall into this place. There will be neither east, west, north, south, nor past and present."
"As the saying goes: A day in heaven takes a year on earth."
"This Guixu is the place where time and space intersect among all the heavens and realms. It doesn't even have directions from southeast to northwest. How do you know that the flow of time here is still the same as in Kyushu?"
Ancestor Tianshu grinned, but the body of Nascent Soul gradually lost its luster:
"It has been several days since I entered this ruins."
"Guess how many years have passed in this world?"
"Look back? There's no point in turning back!"
"Even if you find your home, this Jiuzhou must have collapsed like the fairy world and fallen into the ruins like all the heavens and worlds!"
Ancestor Tianshu laughed loudly.
His Taoist heart has collapsed, his physical body has died, and only Nascent Soul is left lingering.
Not to mention falling into the hands of the Qiao family, he would return to the small world of Yan Shendao in the next second, and there would be no possibility of survival.
The Qiao Mu in front of him pretended to be so calm and calm in front of him, which really made him feel angry and angry.
He wanted to see the Qiao family who were as despairing and mentally broken as he was before!
But Qiao Mu was still calm at this time.
"I got it," he said.
He stepped forward, crossed the collapsed Nantianmen, and walked deeper into the heaven.
Tongtian Shuiling was still digesting this shocking news, feeling a little inexplicably disappointed.
Unexpectedly, he saw Qiao Mu’s firm figure turning around and walking into Nantianmen right after, and his empty heart immediately stabilized:
"As expected of the patriarch of the Qiao family, could Mr. Qiao Shuanggui have guessed this? He is not surprised at all."
"I didn't guess it," Qiao Mu said.
He casually threw the dim Nascent Soul figure of Patriarch Tianshu towards Tongtian Shuiling, who subconsciously reached out to catch it:
"I'm just...prepared to die in battle."
Qiao Mu closed his eyes.
Return to ruins, fairy world, heaven, great collapse...
From running for ten thousand years, to later forcing myself to continue for another six thousand years, watching the finish line grow legs and running backwards...
There was no more luck in his mind.
This is destined to be an endless long-distance race, and the end point is elusive.
At the beginning, Wu Shengren said that the greatest truth in the world is that the weak eat the strong.
This is the principle taught to him by Linchen's Jiutian Celestial Sect.
Therefore, the strong and the weak are very different in this world, mortal lives are like grass, and the strong can do whatever they want.
But Qiao Mu didn't want to see this.
Looking back on the past.
People say that his Qiao family has been the same for generations, he values righteousness over life and death, and he dares to be the first in the world.
The world said that he was an unparalleled hero, whose anger could bring others down from the mortal world.
The world said that he was the ultimate martial arts leader in the world. He could sweep through the Immortal Sect without a single opponent. Wherever he went, the Immortal Sect retreated and did not dare to challenge him.
But in his own opinion, he actually did the same thing from beginning to end.
When I was young.
In Yancheng, he saw the city lord's son robbing people in the street, so he stood up for justice.
When he was in Heyang Fucheng, he saw the female cultivator Mingyue letting beasts do harm. He showed off his bravery and spontaneously ignited into a human incense.
When he died in the hands of the King of Qin when he was in the great city of Qin in Zhongzhou, he knew that all choices were made from the heart. The so-called compassion for all living beings was just following one's own heart.
From now on, I will see my true nature clearly, and there will be no more confusion and hesitation, and I will never regret it.
But... what if the length of the dream of immortality is extended from tens or hundreds of years to thousands or thousands of years?
Human spiritual will is like a muscle, which can be strengthened through exercise, but after all, there is a limit. It is not just a will or a breath that can transcend this long time.
Qiao Mu, who is more than 18,000 years old, is just like when he was young. He has no regrets or disobedience to his inner mistakes, but he has gradually realized one thing.
The road ahead is endless.
Wu Shengren said that the greatest principle in the world is that the weak eat the strong, so he turned into glutton to swallow the sky.
Patriarch Lingyuan said that immortals are people from the mountains. The higher you go up, the farther away you are from people and the closer you are to heaven.
Qiao Mu doesn't agree with their reasoning, but this is indeed the general trend of things in this world.
So there will always be obstacles ahead of him.
He will always stand up for himself as he did when he faced Yancheng City Lord Guo Yan when he was young.
Therefore, no matter how high the Qiao family's martial arts skills or how strong they are, they will eventually die early and continue to die.
Unless one day, no one in this world is stronger than him, and no one can kill him.
At more than 10,000 years old, the tree is nearly invincible.
But after killing the founder of the Hedao period, there are also the founders of the Mahayana period behind him.
So after the Mahayana period, will there be True Immortals, Xuan Immortals, Golden Immortals, Taiyi Golden Immortals, Immortal Kings, Immortal Emperors, Immortal Emperors, Immortal Emperors above, Immortal Emperors above...
The road ahead is endless, but he will not go against his heart and take a step back.
Then naturally he only has...
"That's it." Qiao Mu reached out and gently rubbed his temples.
"Since I'm here, I'll be in peace. Now that I'm here, I'll be buried here."
He looked at the heaven in front of him, and the palaces were hidden in the clouds.
The depths of this heaven.
There is the Patriarch Lingxu of the Dao Dao Sect. He is at the peak of the Mahayana period and has the highest cultivation level. He is only one step away from becoming an immortal.
There is Qingxuan Dao's Qingmu Immortal. He is the first person in Kyushu to refine incense talismans. He can be said to be the source of Incense Immortal Dao.
The Patriarch of Immortality who has the Immortality Sect, he sits quietly in the small world and silently leads the changes in martial arts in the world. He is the source of the martial arts of refining the gods.
There is also some unknown secret that can make Patriarch Tianshu, a fourth Mahayana monk, see his heart collapse.
The road ahead is indeed very tortuous.
But what does this have to do with him?
"Whether you succeed or fail, it's a dead end." Qiao Mu walked alone, walking deeper into the Heavenly Palace, his figure gradually disappearing in the light mist.
Only the Tongtian Shui Ling who looked like Qiao Xin stood there, holding the dim Nascent Soul of ancestor Tianshu in his hand, watching Qiao Mu's retreating back disappear from sight.
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