ninety thousand miles

Chapter 692 Rushing
In the temple, Junior Brother Guan called him "Senior Brother".

This shows that in another life, he existed and also joined the Four Gods Temple and embarked on the path of cultivation.

Li Chuan knew some key events that happened in that life. Junior Brother Guan would become an immortal within a thousand years after joining the Frost Leaf Sect; Lord Su had already ascended to the throne; the Black Horn Emperor would lead the demons and occupy half of the country...

But he never said what Wen Gu had done in that life.

Is it because he doesn't know, or is it because in that life, he did not have the adventure of a dream that lasted for ten thousand years, and was just an unknown cultivator?
He didn't believe it. He didn't believe that he had done nothing in that catastrophe when humanity was declining, aliens were resurrecting, ancient immortals and true immortals were dying one after another, and all things were heading towards the end.

What was he doing in that life?
He re-examined the memory of ten thousand years. Since time was still in this space, then... even if it took ten thousand years to look through it, what would it matter?

He sank in. Page after page of images flashed through his mind.

The memory is still fuzzy, and I can't see the faces of everyone in it. Many days passed silently and quickly, but every battle and every meditation was unusually clear.

At first, he was chasing a winged swan. After seven days and nights, the winged swan finally died out in the rising sun.

In a blink of an eye, he saw the endless desert.

He was being chased. He drew his sword with some hesitation. He fought and fled, his injuries became more and more serious. In the end, he counterattacked in the sandstorm, leaning on his sword, walking alone in the cold night.

In the blink of an eye, he was sitting in a cave, the campfire was crackling, and a pair of porcelain white hands handed him a bowl of hot soup.

……

Wen Guying once again stood in the long river, with countless pieces of ice floating on the surface. Among the pieces of ice were the opponents he had fought in his memory.

When he killed Yihu, he had been cultivating for about 500 years. When he was chasing him in the desert, his cultivation was even higher. His strength was getting stronger and stronger, and his opponents were getting stronger and stronger. He fought against hundreds of demon cultivators and immortals from the lower world. Finally, he became an immortal. After becoming an immortal, he secluded himself for a thousand years and glimpsed a glimpse of the secrets of heaven.

At the very end, he stood in the clouds of the Tai Su Realm. Among the thousands of roads crisscrossing the land, shadows stood up one after another, all of them were immortals from the past.

The clouds were surging and rolling, and above the clouds, thunder tore a terrifying crack, and red rays fell straight down.
……

It’s an old friend.

Wen Guying stretched out his hand, and the broken ice gathered together. A set of sword skills that had been honed over tens of thousands of years emerged.

It's time to wake up.

……

The evil spirit was still struggling, and suddenly, she found that the force that bound her disappeared, and she immediately broke free. Then she saw that the spiritual energy stopped flowing, and Wen Guying's broken body became whole again. He slowly drew out the sword from the spiritual energy, and the gem light on the hilt flashed.

Wen Guying turned around and looked at the evil spirit not far away across the turbid river water.

Want to escape.

The evil spirit immediately fled towards the river.

Wen Guying did not give her a chance.

The Red Spirit did not give her a chance. The river stopped flowing, and the Demon Spirit found that no matter which direction she fled, no matter how far she fled, she could not escape the river of no return.

Wen Guying raised his sword, the sword light parted the river water, and streaks of red sword energy fell down, hitting every demon spirit in millions of time and space.

After the last ray of sword light fell, Wen Guying walked out of Wuhuidu.

It's time to find Li Chuan. ...

After Taisuyu fell, Li Chuan rubbed the Tianyin Pot, and the sound of the pot spread in the clouds. After a moment, he stopped the pot sound, stood up, and said: "We must reach Yingfengtai as soon as possible."

"Let's go, what did you find?" Jiang Song asked.

Li Chuan said: "The clouds are eroding the secret realm, and Weng Xian wants to completely control the secret realm. We still have time, and we must reach Yingfengtai before the secret realm is completely eroded." He glanced at Jiang Song and said: "Take me over, I will continue to rub the Tianyin Pot and use the pot sound to break through the layers of boundaries."

"The sound of the pot ringing all the way is too conspicuous, isn't it?" Jiang Song strongly disagreed.

Li Chuan said: "Just draw attention to it, maybe you can kill two birds with one stone."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Song asked.

Li Chuan said, "It's a good opportunity to attract some people here. They are all Xuanmen monks. They can gather together to face the crisis. It's better to resist together than to fight alone. I have done favors to almost all Xuanmen monks. I don't need any magic weapons or skills, and I don't have any conflicts with them. So I can convince them. And I suspect that Weng Xian also wants to turn them into White Walkers. Maybe I can save them again."

He saw Jiang Song's suspicious look and said, "Looking at these clouds, they can sense that something is wrong with the secret realm, right? They are not that stupid, right?"

"No, I'm thinking, isn't it better not to gather together?" Li Chuan and Jiang Song had briefly discussed the ritual before. Jiang Song said, "If we gather together, maybe we'll be tricked and caught in one fell swoop?"

Li Chuan hesitated for a moment and said, "Never mind. The most urgent thing is to get to Yingfengtai."

"Okay, take this." Jiang Song handed a wooden doll to Li Chuan.

Li Chuan took it and looked at it. The carving was very delicate and the wood was very special. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary item. He asked, "What is this?"

"It can withstand some attacks. I'm afraid that by then, it won't just be the cultivators and spirit beasts that will be attracted. The first to be attracted may be the person who descended to this Taisu Realm, the Weng Immortal you mentioned." Jiang Song explained: "I will take you to Yingfengtai as soon as possible. It may be a bit bumpy."

"Okay." Li Chuan put away the puppet.

Jiang Song thought for a moment, took out a flying feather, and said, "Come up."

Li Chuan stood up. Feiyu turned into a streak of light, carrying Jiang Song and Li Chuan to the sky above the secret realm. The sound of the pot rang out, and in the midst of the sound, the light went towards the direction of Yingfengtai.

Sure enough, just as Jiang Song expected, the clouds gathered towards the direction of Hu Yin.

……

The sea water calmed down. Billions of golden lights seemed to sink to the bottom of the sea, no longer causing any waves.

The monks fell back onto the island.

As soon as Lao Xiaokai stood firm, Gong Er and Pang San came over. Gong Er said, "I heard you calling us. The evil wind just now was a bit strange. I couldn't fly over it no matter how hard I tried. Fortunately, Master Cang Ming saw you. How are you now?"

"I'm fine." Lao Xiaokai said, looking for the figure of Cang Ming Hall Master in the crowd. He saw several monks walking towards him. They stopped and started discussing.

After a while, Sect Leader Chu also walked over and joined the discussion.

Lao Xiaokai withdrew his gaze.

Gong Er said, "I wonder how big brother and the others are doing in there."

"We have to find a safe place to hide first." Lao said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)