Xuantian 1: Ancient Xuandongtian

[-]. Three hundred years ago.

Wild continent.

To the south of Nanyang, there is a deserted land. No one cares about it, it is inaccessible, and even the monsters are pitifully few.

As if it was sealed, and as if God had forgotten it, this continent was extremely quiet, even the air was silent.

If you enter the heart of the continent, you can even smell the air from hundreds of thousands of years ago, or even millions of years ago.

On this continent that is 220 million miles long, a group of uninvited guests arrived at this time.

"Hurry up, seize the opportunity and attack its eyes!" a monk in white shouted, sweating profusely and looking anxious.

"No, fellow Taoist. This beast is covering its eyes with its claws, so it can't be hurt.

All the attacks of three or four of us were blocked by it with one claw. "

One person replied, while the other four were still trying.

"Then attack its abdomen, eyes and abdomen together!" the monk in white commanded again.

After a while, the others immediately sent feedback, saying: "No, this monster is too intelligent. Apart from not being able to speak, it is no different from us, and it is far more powerful than our bodies."

Another person said: "When we attack its eyes, he blocks his eyes with his claws. When we attack his abdomen, he blocks his abdomen with his claws. We attack together, with no more than one breath of gap. He can even use one claw to block the attack first." He blocked his abdomen behind his eyes and blocked all attacks, but we still couldn't break through his claws."

"Ugh!"

Seeing that everyone was a little discouraged, the monk in white hurriedly said: "Don't be anxious, everyone, take your time. There are many of us, so we can always kill him, and it will be fast."

"That's easy to say. This is a peak seventh-level monster. How can it be so easy?"

"How about we retreat, each return to his own land, each to his own sect. We all hold high positions in each sect, why should we come to this barbaric land and risk our lives?"

The white-clothed monk looked unhappy after hearing this, but he immediately covered it up and said, "Fellow Taoist, you are a little angry when you say this. Since we all chose to take risks in this wild continent, we naturally have something to ask for. I think. Thinking about the goals I had in mind before coming here, with my level of cultivation, how can I be emotional when things happen?"

"Yes, this seventh-level peak monster is worth at least tens of millions of spirit stones. It is estimated that just one monster core can be sold for seven to eight million, plus other bits and pieces, claws, teeth, spines, scales, flesh, blood, bones and tendons , the total value is estimated to be no less than [-] million spirit stones." Another person agreed.

"But 23 of our people have died. Is it possible that everyone has to take their lives?" the man from before still said.

"How about you think more about the rewards? Take a closer look. Is this monster already trapped in the beast fight? It can only defend now and is no longer able to fight back against us. This means that we will no longer die. .

And this is already the third monster. Our plan before coming here was to hunt three and then go home.

The combined value of the first two is probably several million. In other words, as long as we successfully hunt this one, the goal of this trip has been achieved.

When the time comes, we will first distribute 1/3 of the spiritual stones we received to the deceased Taoist friend’s successor.

The rest is for us living people to be fairly distributed according to our cultivation, how much effort we have made, and the size of the actual benefits.

I got at least 56.52 spirit stones. Just based on [-] million, based on the average, you still have [-] spiritual stones. "

Another person echoed and asked: "Most of our monks in the Lingding Realm are worth about [-]. Think about it, fellow Taoist. How many armors and years do you need to obtain so many spiritual stones?
  But now, with double the wealth in front of you, you just need to persevere. "

"If fellow Taoist don't want to continue, please go back alone. However, according to the agreement signed before we came here, we will not share the accounts with you. If you are confident, let's take care of this beast together and return with a full load."

The monk in white said.

He added: "So, whether to return with a full load or empty-handed, fellow Taoists, please make your own decision!"

Finally, the man gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll do it!"

This is a 46-person beast hunting team with the Beast Soul Sect monks as the core and private fundraising as the form. Among them, the monks are mainly from the Lingding realm, with 34 people. There are a small number of remaining Hunyuan realm monks and one spiritual elixir realm Dzogchen monk.

From different sects, even different continents.

At this moment, a monk who was in the Great Perfection realm of the spiritual elixir walked up to the monk in white and said, "Senior, if I die, can I give my share to my disciples?"

"Okay, what's your disciple's name?"

"His name is Mo Qian, and I gave him the nickname Tianqiu. He is my second disciple."

"Okay, I'll send the message back right now."

"Is it reliable?"

The white-clothed monk said impatiently: "It must be reliable. We are all done justice by many well-known monks from the Righteous Alliance. You have a low cultivation level and don't get much. Is it possible that you can still be swallowed up by yours?"

"I can rest assured that."

"Go and finish your chores quickly."

"Yes Yes Yes."

So the monks of the Great Perfection of Spiritual Pills hurriedly carved formations, drew talismans, and used their spiritual power to sweat profusely to clean the instruments for the use of the other twenty-two people in the next round.

The others did not stop during this conversation.

Fifteen years later, the seventh-level peak monster finally fell.

As expected, the remaining twenty-three people were not damaged anymore. The moment the monster fell, they were all filled with joy and the joy of a good harvest.

At this moment, two hundred and forty miles away, a peak spiritual cauldron monk with sun and moon tattoos on his left and right wrists suddenly moved towards him at a speed of ninety times the speed of sound (30.6KM/S). Attacked by a group of people.

After taking a breath, the face of the only spiritual elixir Dzogchen monk suddenly changed.

"Ah, it's so rich this time!"

"yes.!"

However, before they could take out the demon core and cut the corpse into pieces, a shadow flashed past.

The seven Lingding monks fell instantly.

Another shadow flashed past, and the twelve Lingding monks fell down instantly.

Another flash, and the last four fell down again.

"Haha, thank you for helping me fight a seventh-level peak monster." The voice sneered, and stepped forward to take the monster core, but didn't ask for anything else.

He also said to himself: "There are more than [-] Spirit Cauldron Realm monks in the world of immortality. Although there are more than [-] people who are just like others, the sudden loss of these twenty or so should not be a big deal."

When he was about to leave, he suddenly looked back.

"Huh? Why is there still one person alive?"

"Forget it, it's just a spiritual elixir perfection monk"

"But it's strange. With this level of cultivation, you can actually come to the Wilderness Continent?"

The man thought, but did not look back and disappeared from the spot.

Perhaps in his opinion, a monk with a perfect spiritual elixir is as unworthy of mention as an ant. If one foot misses, he doesn't even bother to step on the second one.

But when such a person passed by an eighth-level monster, fear appeared in his eyes and he avoided it.

Three more days passed.

"Cough cough!"

"Cough cough. Cough!"

A person on the ground woke up with a violent cough and vomited out a large pool of dirty blood.

The blood is black, black with green in it.

The man looked pale, checked his physical condition, and smiled bitterly.

"Looks like I'm not going to die soon!"

But when he saw the corpses of the other twenty-two people on the ground, as well as the corpses of the seventh-level peak monsters, excitement and passion emerged in his eyes.

So he stepped forward and took a look again, and found that the demon core was gone, and there was a hint of disappointment on his face.

But after thinking about it again, I felt relieved.

In the end, he packed up all the remaining weapons and weapons of the people present, and with great difficulty cut into the monster beast's body as much as he could. Dragging his seriously injured body, he left the wild continent.

Twenty years later.

He finally arrived at the small island closest to the wild continent.

Use [-] spirit stones as a fee to save all the remains of the monster beasts you obtained, as well as the remaining weapons and weapons of your companions. He also used eight thousand spirit stones to send an encrypted message to his apprentice.

In the end, he died of his injuries and died on that small island.

Two or three hundred years later.

Wild continent.

To the south of Nanyang, there is a deserted land. No one cares about it, it is inaccessible, and even the monsters are pitifully few.

As if it was sealed, and as if God had forgotten it, this continent was extremely quiet, even the air was silent.

If you enter the heart of the continent, you can even smell the air from hundreds of thousands of years ago, or even millions of years ago.

On this continent that is 220 million miles long, a group of uninvited guests arrived at this time.

One of them walked at the end of the line.

"Fellow Daoist Mo! Hurry up. Don't you want to advance to the Spirit Cauldron realm as soon as possible?"

One urged.

The person who was urged was not in a hurry and was stunned for a while.

"It turns out that this is where Master once came, alas..."

"If Master hadn't tried his best to open the door, how could he have the honor of being a disciple today?"

"Six hundred years have passed, and I have come to this wild continent...!"

Then he left with the crowd.

A few more years passed.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, come on! Let's take a rest." One person said, sweating profusely, and his spiritual power was almost exhausted.

"it is good!"

Mo Qian responded immediately.

A group of them were besieging a mid-seventh level monster.

This monster is probably worth several million spirit stones, and the light monster core is worth three to four million spirit stones.

"Oh! It's really dangerous." "No, if we weren't so poor and crazy, who would come to this barbaric continent."

"We only have the ability to hunt this one."

"One is enough, aren't you satisfied?"

"Yes Yes."

"It's not in vain that we traveled tens of millions of miles..."

However, just when the monster was about to arrive, another sudden change occurred.

As soon as the black shadow flashed, everyone fell down, lifeless.

The black shadow froze his figure, and with another strike, the mid-seventh level monster was also killed.

"you you…!??"

Mo Qian calmed down, forced himself to calm down, and asked.

"What are you? Oh, it seems I should introduce myself. My name is Kuroki Yanhe. Have you heard of my name?"

the other party asked.

"No."

"That's right, because most of the people who heard me say this name myself are already dead."

"you…"

"I've taken the demon core. Go back and tell your strongest apprentice to come to the west coast to find me."

"My strongest disciple?...You...mean, the seventh disciple...Youfeng?"

Mo Qian asked with some uncertainty.

"His name is not Youfeng. His real name is Tianyin Mingluo. He had it long before he took your name. Just like my name is Heimu Yanhe."

Then he asked as if he was an idiot: "You don't think he was trained by you, do you?"

"I…"

Whoosh!
  A palm print hit Mo Qian's chest. Mo Qian fell back repeatedly, and finally blood spurted out from his mouth.

"puff!"

"Okay, I won't kill you. Go back and tell your apprentice that it was me who injured you, and I have planted a restriction in your body. You will not be able to reach the Spirit Cauldron in this life.

Unless, come to me to relieve it. "

After that, he left again.

When leaving, Mo Qian suddenly noticed that there was a moon tattoo on the other person's arm exposed from under his robe.

"Is this the murderer who killed my master?"

"Master once said not to let me take revenge..."

[-]. One thousand eight hundred years later.

Wild continent.

To the south of Nanyang, there is a deserted land. No one cares about it, it is inaccessible, and even the monsters are pitifully few.

As if it was sealed, and as if God had forgotten it, this continent was extremely quiet, even the air was silent.

If you enter the heart of the continent, you can even smell the air from hundreds of thousands of years ago, or even millions of years ago.

On this 220 million-mile-long continent, an uninvited guest came.

This man looked like he was in his prime, with a beard on his face. He was at the peak of the Spirit Cauldron Realm. He held a mysterious weapon and single-handedly went deep into the depths of the wild continent. After searching for several years, he finally set his sights on three conjoined monsters at the peak of the eighth level.

These three eighth-level peak monsters were born to the same sibling, and they were triplets.

Two hundred and forty years later, the first eighth-level monster fell.

Another hundred and twenty years later, the second eighth-level monster also fell.

Another ninety years passed, and the last eighth-level monster fell.

At this moment, there were more than a hundred monks watching on the side, most of them were spirit cauldrons, a few Hunyuan, and three earthly Xuan realm monks, but no one spoke.

"Aren't you here to get the demon core?" the man asked deliberately.

"You did it yourself, how dare we come to get the demon core?" one person said with a smile.

But the man didn't smile. Instead, he looked solemn and sad. He took the hearts of the three monster beasts and left quickly.

"Don't you want the rest of his things?" one person asked in surprise.

"I guess I don't want it anymore."

"Why does he only need three hearts?"

"Hmm... maybe it's to refine a pill developed during the second generation, called: Sanxin Lianmai Pill.

It is specially designed to extend the life of people whose heart veins have been severed. "

"Three-Heart Lianmai Pill? What grade is it? I've never heard of it."

"Eighth level, special eighth level."

"If he doesn't want these things, then I want them."

"Is it your turn? I should want it."

"I want these too."

So the remaining people began to fight for it again, completely ignoring their own face and status as high-level monks.

Just as the previous person left quickly and anxiously.

"Brother Youfeng, your mother sect has perished. Why don't you come back and take a look?"

The sound stone makes a sound.

"What does it have to do with me?"

"How about you join our Luoyun Sect, you are still my senior brother Jin, I can make way for you.

What's more, we Yakumo are from the same family. "

"The land of Sanyun is already in your hands, why do you want me to go back?"

"Have you forgotten...junior sister? I have brought her spirit tablet, ashes, and soul-sealing lamp, and placed them in the inner room where you often practice."

Hearing this, a trace of sadness appeared in the man's eyes.

Then he said: "I originally had a wife, but I failed her. And I cannot fail the living people for the sake of the dead."

Finally, he said: "The Land of Three Clouds, if nothing unexpected happens, I will never go there again in this life."

After that, he cut off the sound transmission stone.

I kept walking forward, anxious but helpless.

Suddenly I saw a few people blocking the road.

"Please avenge me!"

A monk who was in the middle stage of the Spiritual Cauldron Realm kneeled in front of him and begged, regardless of his face.

"Fellow Taoist and I are both high-level monks, why do you need to beg me?"

"Because you can do it, but we can't."

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"You previously led seven thousand casual cultivators to destroy the Demonic Blood Sect with [-] Lingdan monks. Now we hope you can do the same to destroy the Demonic Hehuan Sect."

"Why do you want to destroy the Hehuan Sect?"

"Because the monks of the Hehuan Sect took away our wives and daughters and sent them back to us when they were too pregnant to be pregnant."

After hearing this, the man's eyes moved slightly and said: "I sympathize with your experience, but... my wife is seriously injured now, and her life or death is uncertain.

I was anxious to go back and save her life.

You want me to avenge your wife, do you think it is reasonable? Does it fit? "

"This...I really beg you."

"I fought three eighth-level peak monsters by myself before, and none of you have ever helped me. How can you ask me to help you?"

"I...we...can't get close. An eighth-level monster, even at the elementary level, can kill a spiritual cauldron monk with just one claw, let alone the peak one?"

The visitor hesitated.

The man replied: "Then what can you give me? It took me seventy years to come to this barbaric continent, and another four hundred and fifty years to hunt monsters.

Now five hundred and thirty years have passed, and my Taoist companion can only maintain his life for ten years at most.

How could I travel tens of millions of miles in seventy years and refine a successful elixir to save the life of the one I love? "

The visitor immediately said: "I know that there is a very ancient teleportation array in the east of the Wild Continent. It can teleport [-] million miles in a period of time. Maybe you can catch up."

"Where is it? Tell me quickly!" the man said anxiously.

But the visitor said: "If you successfully save your Taoist companion's life, can you help us get revenge?"

"Let's go on, tell me where the teleportation array is first."

The visitor hesitated again and again, but informed him.

Before leaving, the man said: "If you want to destroy the Hehuan Sect, you can, but it will take [-] Lingdan monks to do it."

"But it only took you seven thousand monks to overthrow the Blood Sect."

"This is different. The Demonic Hehuan Sect has eighty-one supreme elders in the Taixu Realm, which is much more than any of our orthodox sects."

"Ah, this..."

There was deep despair on the visitor's face.