Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1140

"The man on the top of the mountain turned out to be an ancient cultivator!" Liu Qinghuan was stunned and said, "Senior, did you recognize the identity of that man?"

The bitter Taoist said in a word: "This is a long story, but you should have heard of Tianluo's change, right?"

"The Tianwu Incident that finally led to the establishment of the Mingshan Battlefield?"

Liu Qinghuan's complexion changed, is it so "ancient"? It goes back so far!

The world of cultivating immortals before the Battle of Mingshan was called the ancient period, and it was called the darkest period in the entire history of cultivating human beings.At that time, the morals of the world have already collapsed, there is no distinction between good and evil, good and evil, and people's hearts are corrupt.

In the world of cultivating immortals, strength is the only respect. The ancient cultivators fought against each other extremely fiercely, and they would do anything to improve their cultivation.But they absolutely shouldn't, shouldn't have hit Tian Wu with the name of half a god.

In Tianwu, it is said that there is a god-man between the east of the Great Wilderness and the north of Cuan, with eight human faces and a tiger body with ten tails. It is blue and yellow in color, spits out clouds and mist, and controls water, so it is also called Shuibo.

There are very few records of that dark time in the annals of history today, because those ancient major cultivators did not know what methods they used, and finally aroused Tian Wu's fury, and directly attracted the water of the Nine Heavens Milky Way to destroy the world, causing countless interfaces to be destroyed. Overturned in a torrent of fury.

All of a sudden, people were devastated, there were more dead souls in the world than living people, injustice was in the Dao, resentment filled the wild, the already out-of-balance human world was out of order, luck was exhausted, and the passage to the immortal world was directly closed by the Dao of Heaven.

Ku Dao said: "The change of Tianwu is extremely tragic. I don't know how many ancient cultivators fell because of it. The glory of the ancient world of cultivating immortals is gone forever. The inheritance of many martial arts and Taoism has also been cut off. It can be said that until today, the human world still exists. Haven't fully recovered from that catastrophe."

"The future generations of immortal cultivators can only piece together the facts from the mouths of the surviving monks and scattered classics when researching that period of history. Finally, someone found clues and found that the change of Tianwu was probably a long-planned conspiracy, and the biggest driving force behind it was probably that is……"

"Chess Star King."

A cold voice came from behind the two of them, and Liu Qinghuan looked back, but it was the Mahayana female cultivator Feng Lingxian whom she had seen before.

And Qu's father and son and the male cultivator who came back from the dead also followed, and there were two unseen fit monks who did not know when they appeared.

"Friend Feng Dao." Ku Taoist greeted, and continued: "Yes, the real culprit is probably Qi Luo Xingjun, whose real name is Zhang Jingxing, who was once the Mahayana ancestor of a top immortal sect that has been destroyed in the great world."

"You still have the time to talk about the ancient times here." Feng Lingxian quickly passed Ku Taoist and Liu Qinghuan who were walking in the front, and said: "The ancients who should have been rotten in the first place appeared here In this world, you don't have to run away!"

Ku Taoist smiled kindly: "That's right, then let's go down the mountain quickly."

A group of people stopped talking and rushed down the mountain in silence, but their expressions were not peaceful.

The giant eyes in the deep space, the ancient overhauled chess master Luo Xingjun, the strange backwardness of time, and the successive appearances of all kinds of incredible things have cast a layer of mysterious and unpredictable mist on this fairy mountain.

The mountain road going down the mountain is straight and wide. It is divided into Yulu Road and Dantong Road, and there are Dadao Road and Qiandao Road on both sides.Every once in a while, there is a huge stone tripod as tall as a person. The mountains, rivers, sea and moon, birds, beasts, fish and insects on the tripod are all carved in a simple and magnificent way.

Every few hundred steps, there is another spacious and flat square separated by a large number of temples on both sides. If more monks walk around and add some bustling human voices, it will be no different from the Great Sect.

Liu Qinghuan was not like other people who had been to these places in the past three days, he couldn't help feeling shocked while walking and watching.

Another star chart.

Since entering the mountain, he has seen star maps or star-shaped marks in many places, and the square in front of him is also a huge star map, crystal beads of different sizes are inlaid on the smoky blue jade ground In it, like the scattered stars in the sky.

They had reached the last square near the mountain gate. Qu Laogui suddenly stretched his neck and said, "Hey, what are those people doing around the mountain, why don't they go out?"

Liu Qinghuan looked down the hundred steps, where a few Mahayana monks gathered at the end of the mountain path, arguing in low voices, and they all looked unhappy.

His heart sank, and a trace of coldness shot up his back: "I'm afraid... I can't get out."

Sure enough, I saw the Mahayana monk who was the first to rush down from the top of the mountain before, stepping on the last stone step, his luxurious purple clothes lifted up slightly, his figure flickered for a moment, but he stood there clearly and did not move.

The next moment, Daxiu seemed to be angry, a ball of white light quickly condensed in the palm of his right hand, buzzing, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and he could feel the stunning thunder power from a long distance, making people feel scalp hair Numb feeling.

He raised his hand and sent it lightly, and the ray of light flew out from the palm of his hand, but it could not fly more than three feet, as if it had melted, and disappeared silently under the eyes of everyone.

A few low exclamations came from beside him, and Liu Qinghuan and his party also reached the last few stone steps of the mountain path, and they couldn't help but look at the man's hand.

That was a blow from a Mahayana monk, and its power couldn't be inferior to candlelight. Even if it didn't smash a hole in the ground, there should be a sound.

However, his move really failed, and he still doesn't know where it fell.

No one present was stupid, so they immediately understood that the way out of the mountain was strange, either there was a restriction or a barrier, or...

At the end of the stone steps, there is an endless wilderness. The land seems to have been plowed, with wide cracks stretching into the distance.And under the stone steps, a three-foot-high stele quietly stood at the left hand of the crowd. The stele was densely covered with intermittent dotted lines, like natural stone patterns.

Liu Qinghuan looked at it carefully for a long while before realizing that it was the words "Jidou Xianfu" written by Zhenxianwen.

The atmosphere was very dull, the bitter Taoist looked around, and asked Ziyi Daxiu, "Pray for the sun, fellow Taoist, what's going on?"

Ziyi Daxiu prayed for the sun with gloomy eyes, shook his head and glanced at the group of people who had just arrived, then turned and left.

"Try it yourself and you'll know."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and soon two Mahayana monks also left with a cold face. After a while, there were only these people left after them, and the real Qiming who Liu Qinghuan hadn't seen before.

"It turns out that little friend Qinglin has also gone up the mountain." Daoist Qiming walked over, with a fairly good expression, and asked, "Why don't you see Brother Gui?"

After seeing the ceremony, Liu Qinghuan explained the whereabouts of Gui Bugui again, before asking: "Senior, what's going on here...?"

Master Qiming opened the fan with a swipe, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, but we're afraid we've all been fooled—what kind of fairy mansion is this mountain? The prison cage is almost the same, so we can't get out now."

He spoke in a free and easy manner, but the others all trembled when they heard it, showing nervous expressions.

"Tricked?" Feng Lingxian raised her phoenix eyes and walked down with a sneer: "I want to see why I can't get out!"

After a few steps, she stepped onto the second-to-last stone step, and the other foot landed on the first step, only to see that her body shook suddenly and stopped moving.

Ku Taoist said with some concern: "Do you feel the existence of enchantment?"

"No..." Feng Lingxian looked at his feet suspiciously: "Did you see me walking forward just now?"

"Huh?" Ku Taoist realized something was wrong, and said cautiously, "How many steps did you take?"

Feng Lingxian's expression changed, she almost gritted her teeth and raised her finger to point at the stele and said, "Seven steps, I walked all the way there, but in a blink of an eye, I returned to the same place!"

(End of this chapter)