Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 541 Origin of Prompt Word

While Mingxin was talking to the newly promoted Mahayana of the Youdu clan, Zheng Changshuang, who was far away in the Linghu Blessed Land of the Lingyan Sect in the West Wasteland, was practicing in seclusion to consolidate his current state, and suddenly it seemed as if someone had cast a body-holding technique.

Immediately afterwards, spiritual light surged on the ink-colored altar where it was located, and countless divine patterns rose into the sky with it as the center. They gathered in the sky above the secret realm to form a vortex with a radius of a hundred miles, and continued to spread outwards. And go.

After the vortex expanded to tens of thousands of miles away and completely enveloped the Linghu Blessed Land, a big hand covering the sky emerged from it, stretching out towards the black mountain of the Earthly Immortal Cave hidden under the turbid waves and yellow springs. Catch him.

However, when the five fingers were submerged into the underworld, they turned into white bones at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Under the erosion of the underworld water, the divine lines that appeared on the surface of the finger bones disintegrated easily, and the bones became rotten in an instant.

The next moment, a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe and hair tied with a wooden hairpin suddenly appeared on the altar.

He put one hand behind his back and the remaining palm of the other hand across his chest, looking at the sky with a cold expression, looking at the black mountain with only the top of it exposed.

This person is the Taiyin person who was in the Linglong Realm before.

As soon as this person appeared, two rays of light flew out from Zheng Changshuang's body, turning into the Taiyin Soul-Capturing Flag and the Taiyin Soul-Capturing Bell, floating next to him.

In an instant, Taiyin people suddenly felt a sense of world-weariness and weariness. Then their clothes were filthy, their hair wilted, their armpits sweated, their bodies smelled filthy, and the aura of death lingered around them, and their bodies aged at a speed visible to the naked eye. Decay, life is swaying like a candle in the wind, flickering on and off!

Upon hearing this, Heishan sighed softly: "Do you really think that you have enjoyed the fruit of immortality? Who else has such unrealistic ideas?"

But just when he was about to fall into eternal silence, Heishan slowly took his hand back into his sleeve.

Heishan looked at the ever-expanding Linghu Blessed Land. As he thought, the turbulent flow of space from the outside eroded the boundary of this secret realm again until it returned to its original appearance.

Moreover, this Fang Ling Hu Blessed Land continuously assimilates the space turbulence that pervades the boundary of the secret realm, absorbs the vast power of space, and expands outward.

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves, and the water from the underworld fell from the sky, enveloping the Taiyin people in it, and drove them out of the Lower Xuan Realm, leaving only the Taiyin soul-catching banner and bell.

For a moment, Taiyin collapsed to the ground helplessly, sweating profusely, and gasping for air.

Speaking of this, he said in a deep voice: "Xuanji took away the ancient immortal energy from the Linghuan world more than ten thousand years ago. Now his strength has improved a lot. On the other hand, I still have to guard the underworld Huangquan, and the soul has been suppressed. In the bloody sea of ​​suffering, the Dao Fruit was detained in Rahu's body, and most of the power of reincarnation was divided up by Zhu, Sakyamuni, and Shang Fu. Under this situation, there was no strength left in this body. It is impossible for me to release this old body of yours!"

"Master Heishan, in the great wilderness and catastrophe, you suppressed the ruins of the trail in this mountain. It has been nearly two Yuanhui today. It's time for the property to be returned to its original owner, right?" Taiyin Man said slowly. said.

These two spiritual treasures turned into dim light and submerged into Zheng Changshuang's body, and the new Yuanying knew nothing about what was happening in the outside world.

Speaking of this, he secretly thought in his heart: "No wonder the Lord will expel Xuanji out of the house, and he will not allow outsiders to say that he is his disciple!"

Hearing this, the Taiyin man chuckled: "Master Heishan, now Xuanji has a new candidate, otherwise he wouldn't have cut out his own eyes! So why don't you let me go free?"

"It's not that I don't dare, it's that I don't want to! If I think it's necessary to tell you to die at the third watch, I won't wait until the fifth watch!" Heishan sighed deeply.

"But even if Xiaodao solved the mystery of Yuanhui and enjoyed the fruit of immortality, he still could not reach perfection and had no hope of becoming an immortal! Master Heishan's strength is the highest in the three realms. Xiaodao asked himself that he was far inferior. But now that you are in such a state, you can still block it. Will you stay with me?" Taiyin asked in a deep voice.

As soon as he saw the visitor, the Taiyin man sighed softly: "As expected of Mr. Heishan, under the suppression of Zhu Zun, he could easily cross the border after having an idea. Although we are both Mahayana, we are different from each other. It’s as if there’s a world of difference between us!”

"Taiyin, do you really want to take back your youthful body?" Heishan asked in an indifferent tone.

"I have my own reasons for being here! In the past, I could let you and Mu Xuan grow up, and naturally I could also let Xuan Hong and Teng Ming grow up. Isn't that enough?" Heishan said slowly.

The Taiyin man who collapsed on the ground put his hands on the ground, stood up unsteadily, and sneered: "Master Heishan, you really don't dare to kill me!"

Seeing this, Heishan said slowly: "Well, I have seen you and Xuanji since childhood. Long years have passed, and he still likes to play with people's hearts! Xuanji ordered you to go to the spiritual world, not to the spiritual world. You come here to the mysterious world, but you have to be smart? I will let you go again today, and it won't be the same next time."

Having said this, he gently raised his hand and pointed at the other party.

As soon as he said these words, a man in black robe suddenly appeared on the top of the mountain, his face and facial features under the hood were blurred.

After doing this, He suddenly disappeared without a trace!
And at this moment, Xuanji, who was far away in the Linglong Realm and immersed in the ancient immortal energy, suddenly showed a smile on her face.

I just heard the other party murmuring to himself: "Heishan, you, who have been channeled by mountains and rocks from ancient times to the present, have witnessed countless reincarnations of life and death. Instead of making you hard-hearted, you have become compassionate. No wonder the old man Sakyamuni Monks can win your favor! But their strength is finally weak and they can't last much longer. When are you going to come out after one more Yuanhui or three Yuanhui? Let's see how long you can endure it! "

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But at this moment, the underworld is full of darkness, and the sea of ​​blood is filled with suffering.

Heishan seemed to sense something under the sea. He slowly raised his head and looked at the sky through the dark sea water. His vicissitudes of vision seemed to be transmitted from ancient times to all realms.

At this moment, the Mahayana monks from all walks of life felt the emotion, looked solemn, and looked ready to go.

Zhu Zun, who had been sleeping for a long time, suddenly woke up and shouted coldly: "Black Mountain!"

Hearing this, Heishan said softly and said with a smile: "Zhu, don't be so panicked. I don't want to get back the Dao Fruit now. You can still suppress me!"

Speaking of this, He sighed: "After all, the time has not come yet, and I don't know when we will wait?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zun said coldly: "If you hadn't intervened, this opportunity might have come earlier!"

Speaking of this, His voice spread to the Linglong Realm and rang in Xuanji's ears: "This can be done once or twice, not again, otherwise don't blame me for taking action!"

"Zhu, do you dare to take a step away from Huangquan Yinming in your true form?" Xuanji said slowly.

"You can give it a try!" Zhu Zun said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Xuanji slowly opened her eyes, only to see that her eyes were gray and lackluster!

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At this moment, Xuan Shen and others, who came out of the gate of hell, said goodbye and left separately!

Cao Wei left the Eastern Wasteland and came to the vast East China Sea, where the sea was vast and the mountains and islands stood tall.

He landed on an inconspicuous island and stood alone on the top of a rocky mountain, bathing in the wind and watching the sea. After a while, Cao Wei slowly sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and thought: "The clan couldn't help but take action after all. Are they planning to lend my body to revive Houtu? But there seem to be other Mahayana monks among them. He seems to be unwilling to see the Lingxuan world return to its former glory. Who is the person behind this? The Zhuzun of the Linghuan world, the Xuanji of the Linglong world, or the Black Mountain master? "

In the midst of his thoughts, he couldn't help but sigh and thought to himself: "Since you are already on top, what are you fighting for? Are there any other monks who can make all of you feel threatened or afraid? It's just that? Although I don’t dare to say what I’m thinking, I’m still not sure that I won’t be spied on by these old monsters! But now that the clan’s plan has come to nothing, the pressure on my side should be reduced by three points!”

Perhaps these middle and low-level monks are not similar creatures in the eyes of those powerful people, but perhaps more like a book.

What happens in a lifetime becomes a book.

And when your thoughts come together, a new page will be born. As for what you are thinking, it will clearly appear on a new page. Remember it clearly!

Thinking of this, Cao Wei turned over his hand and took out the jade slip given by Zhang Xiwen, the head of Xuanyuan Sect in Linghuan Realm, and habitually used the prompt word to take a closer look.

But the next moment, he felt that his eyes were pale and he couldn't see anything.

After a while, Cao Wei's vision recovered.

And a method that was completely different from the previous "Enlightening the Void God" method taught by the Venerable Mingxin appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness, turned into a dazzling spiritual light, and submerged into his soul.

At this moment, Xuanji, who was far away in the Linglong Realm, couldn't help but groaned, blood overflowed from the corners of her eyes, leaving two more blood stains like tears along her cheeks.

"Shiheng!" The vertical pupils on Xuanji's forehead suddenly opened, and a young-looking green-robed monk emerged from them.

The Mahayana ancestor of the Zhang family who was in Taixu stopped, bowed slightly toward the Linglong Realm, and said unhurriedly: "Senior Xuanji, there are some things that we should not interfere with!"

"Ming Xin doesn't think so!" Xuanji responded coldly.

"He is him, and I am me. They are different from each other, and their thoughts are different. This is normal! But all Zhang can do is to take care of my own affairs!" Venerable Shiheng said slowly. .

"We must drag them to the Lingxuan Realm, we can't let them reap the benefits!" Xuanji said slowly.

"This is your business and has nothing to do with me. You should not interfere in the affairs of Mysterious Little World at the moment," True Lord Shiheng shook his head slightly.

Upon hearing this, Xuanji wiped away the blood on her cheek and chuckled: "You can protect me for a while, is it possible that you can protect me for the rest of your life?"

As he spoke, he threw the blood in his hand far away, and one drop fell on a fire-like spiritual tree.

The next moment, this spiritual tree enlightened and turned into a spirit. He knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and said, "Greetings, Master!"

Hearing this, Xuanji waved her sleeves lightly and said slowly: "Go down and find a place to practice. In three hundred years, you will go to the Lingxuan Realm and bring back my eyes for me!"

"I will obey the master's will!" the wood spirit said solemnly.

"Go down!" Xuanji said slowly.

Speaking of this, He sent a message across the realm and asked: "Shiheng, is this enough?"

"I hope senior will not break his promise!" Shiheng said slowly.

Upon hearing this, Xuanji responded: "Of course not."

"I hope so!" Shiheng nodded lightly.

After saying that, His figure disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, Shiheng reappeared, looking at Mingxin who was in the Nirvana fire, and said slowly: "You have done too much in these years! Mingxin, you should not provoke the Lingxuan world like this. "

"Shiheng, it's not your turn to tell me what to do about this matter. I don't want to sit back and wait for death." Mingxin said coldly.

Speaking of this, he said, "Although I know that some things are useless, how can I be willing to do so without giving them a try?"

"It's all in vain!" Shiheng sighed.

Speaking of this, he looked at Ming Xin quietly until he saw the other party returning a ball of Ten Thousand Dharma Principles from the Xia Xuan Realm.

At this time, he turned around and disappeared, heading towards somewhere in the Taixu Land.

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After this part of the Ten Thousand Laws and Taoism returned to the Small Mysterious World, the Transformation Gods and Nascent Soul cultivators among them all felt something in their hearts.

When everyone realized that they seemed much younger, they all looked happy.

Cao Wei, who was trying to figure out the "Enlightenment of the Immortal God" taught by Venerable Shiheng, could not help but frown slightly and said secretly: "The spiritual power of this world seems to be back to its original state. But this is not good for me. ah!"

In the same realm, he has the blood of the clan, and his original lifespan in the Nascent Soul stage is as much as 3,500 years!
And even if a hundred years were lost out of thin air, it wouldn't be a big problem.

But if it comes to the human race and other races, most of their early Nascent Soul monks originally had a lifespan of two thousand years. If they lose a full hundred years, it may be the key to their ability to break through to the next level!

When he thought of this, Cao Wei's expression became a little cold.

At this moment, a startling rainbow came from a distance and stopped more than a hundred miles away.

After the aura faded away, a young boy with oily hair and pink face appeared.

"Brother Xuanhong, long time no see!" Zhu Jin said with a smile.

Hearing this, Cao Wei turned over his hand and put away the jade slips, and said slowly: "It won't be long, only five or six hundred years!"

"Zhu is not as young as Brother Xuanhong. Five or six hundred years is a long time for me!" Zhu Jin sighed lightly.

It is four to five hundred years older than the Cao Wei in front of him.

And even if one is a rare person and has reached the late Nascent Soul stage, his lifespan is only three thousand years, but this is still much shorter than that of other clans such as the Qingyang clan.

After this, the difference in lifespan between the two is a full thousand years!
(End of this chapter)