Bone Taoist

Chapter 729: White Bones and Dao
The mountains, rivers and spiritual land are vast and boundless.

Among the four realms of Taixu Illusion, the initial land has the most cultivators. Some have even been in seclusion here for a hundred years just to polish their souls to perfection.

However, this place is too big, and those monks are basically in seclusion, so it is difficult to encounter them.

However, the three realms above are not good places. If you are not careful, your soul will get lost in the uninhabited restricted area. It is very dangerous. If the soul has not reached the corresponding level, rushing up there will only lead to death.

This world where illusion and reality intersect cannot be defined by common sense.

The three people's spirits flew at high speed, wandering among the endless mountains and rivers. They flew for three days, covering tens of thousands of miles, and stopped in front of a conspicuous restricted area.

The atmosphere here is depressing and dreary, and the surroundings are dead silent.

The towering old trees coiled around the black earth like a coiled dragon, seemingly invisible. There was a bloody smell floating in the air, and if you looked deeper, you could vaguely see many corpses with piles of bones.

"Is this...Shikui Ridge?" Ye Zang looked around and asked uncertainly.

"Brother Ye has good eyesight!" said the bearded man in surprise.

"Little brother, this is your first time in the Land of Illusion. How do you know about such a place?" The short-bearded ghost raised his eyebrows and asked.

"I learned about it from my master by chance." Ye Zang casually evaded the question.

He squinted his eyes and looked around.

There are many uninhabited restricted areas in Taixu Fantasy Land, which are full of dangers and opportunities.

The formation of these restricted areas is closely related to the cultivators who have entered the illusory world throughout the ages, such as the Shikui Ridge in front of us.

Legend has it that it was the incarnation of the primordial spirit of a monk from the ancient great sect "Shikui Sect".

That sect once used this place as its base and received disciples to come here for training. However, later on, the sect was destroyed overnight in the outside world, and the souls of the disciples and elders in the Taixu Illusionary Realm were unable to return to their bodies, and they remained here forever.

The Taoist magic of this school is very strange. Like the Corpse Demon Sect, they all use corpses to achieve enlightenment.

However, they are a great ancient sect. In that era, the terrible drought demon was rampant on the earth. The Corpse Leader Sect suppressed the drought demon and refined it into a corpse leader. The behavior of this sect is very upright, and their disciples and elders also regard themselves as "upright people."

"Two seniors, have you come to the wrong place? This Shikui Ridge is a barren land. Is there really a cave of gods?" Ye Zang asked, covering his hands.

"Little brother, how could we lie to you!" When the bearded man heard this, he immediately showed an unhappy expression, like a naughty old boy, and he said it angrily.

“There is indeed a divine cave in here, but I think only a genius like Ye Kuishou can stay there to practice.” The short-bearded ghost narrowed his eyes and laughed.

"How do you put it? Please explain it clearly, seniors." Ye Zang asked.

The short-bearded ghost stroked his remaining stubble, and said slowly with a serious look on his face: "In this world today, you are the only cultivator at your level who has cultivated the twelfth-grade killing lotus seat."

Among the contemporary geniuses, including those last generation freaks who have not appeared in the world for a long time, the only cultivator who has cultivated the twelfth-grade Killing Lotus Throne and cultivated his primordial spirit to perfection in the Nascent Soul realm and entered the gate of Hedao is Ye Zang.

The bearded man echoed, "That cave is made up of tens of thousands of corpses. In the sea of ​​blood, the murderous aura is suffocating. There are also corpses buried under the earth whose spirits are sleeping. Ordinary Taoists cannot handle it."

Ye Zang was silent and focused.

In his previous life in the Taixu Illusion Realm, how come he had never heard of the existence of such a killing cave in the Corpse Ridge? Could these two old guys be talking nonsense?

"Stop talking so much. Why don't we just take you in to have a look?" said the bearded man.

"Come with us two!"

The short-bearded ghost said nothing and used his huge spiritual consciousness to protect Ye Zang.

Ye Zang only felt that the murderous aura of Shikui Ridge was obscured in an instant, and before he was ready, he was brought into the depths of Shikui Ridge by the two men.

However, Ye Zang was not afraid that these two men would betray him. He knew the temperaments of these two old men very well. They always adhered to the principle of "I will not offend others unless they offend me" and never took the initiative to provoke other Taoists in the Taixu Illusion Realm, even though they were very powerful, so powerful that no one knew their depth. Similarly, they would not mess with the treasures of heaven and earth.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the scenery is still the same, really creepy." The bearded man suddenly said with a sigh.

At first glance, it was as dark inside Shikui Ridge as day or night.

Ye Zang looked at it with trembling eyes. The scenery inside was a little too horrifying.

The ground was covered with bones, corpses and blood were everywhere, and broken limbs and remains were piled up into huge mountains. It was simply a purgatory on earth.

Not only are there the disciples of the Shikui Sect here, but also many cultivators who have wanted to seek opportunities here over endless years, and many of them have also died here. Shikui Ridge can be said to be the first forbidden area of ​​the original place.

In addition, there are ancient black trees of unknown species, growing in twists and turns on the ground veins like ferocious monsters.

The dark black blood gathered into a river, stretching out from the deepest part of the ocean. The fishy smell in the air almost condensed into substance, making people dizzy.

The spiritual oppression here is too strong. If an ordinary Taoist comes in directly, his soul will probably get lost and sink here.

"Uh……"

There seemed to be a hoarse and low roar in my ears.

Ye Zang and the other two flew over a high mountain that was piled with corpses. On the land behind the mountain, there were scattered creatures like zombies.

These creatures have physical bodies, but their spirits are very damaged. Only ghosts exist in their bodies, and the three main souls of heaven, earth and life have disappeared.

Ye Zang's eyes opened wide and he observed carefully.

"These are just ordinary ghosts and corpses. I wanted to catch some and take them back to study them, but once they leave here, their bodies and ghosts will collapse directly." said the short-bearded ghost.

"You are confused. This is the illusory world of Taixu. Forbidden areas like this are basically creations derived from the spiritual consciousness of cultivators. They are equivalent to an independent square inch of world." said the bearded man.

The Taixu Illusionary Realm is very large, and major sects from the outside world also have garrisons here.

However, they all do not interfere with each other, for fear of causing inexplicable unrest. This is a small world, and it has its own rules and laws of nature, which other places cannot interfere with rashly. Otherwise, no one can predict what kind of variables will be caused.

The Realm of Illusion, Taixu, is the home of all the cultivators who have achieved the Dao, and those True Lords will not allow some people to mess around.

Going deeper and deeper, it seems like there is no end in sight.

After flying tens of thousands of miles, Ye Zang's Dharma eyes still couldn't find the cave of the gods, and he couldn't help but frown.

The expressions of the two old men also changed slightly, revealing a bit of embarrassment.

"I remember it's nearby..." The bearded man scratched his head.

"Old man, did you remember it wrongly? Where is it exactly?" the short-bearded ghost scolded hurriedly.

The two of them had a disagreement and started quarreling on the spot, their faces and ears turned red.

Ye Zang was stunned when he heard this, and stopped the two of them speechlessly, and asked: "Two seniors, when did you discover the cave?" Hearing this, the two looked at each other.

The bearded man frowned and tried so hard that veins on his forehead bulged, as if he was trying hard to recall something.

"It seems... it was more than 30,000 years ago!" The bearded man counted with his fingers and said hesitantly. In fact, he couldn't remember clearly, at least when he passed by here before, he had seen a cave of the gods of the Way of Killing, and seeing that Ye Zang also followed the Way of Killing, he thought of bringing him here.

"What?!" Ye Zang's expression darkened.

"Don't worry, little brother. We have a way to find it." The bearded man said hurriedly.

They had been flying for almost half a day, and their spiritual energy had been greatly consumed. Moreover, Ye Zang had not yet achieved the unity of man and nature, so he already felt a little uncomfortable.

The spiritual pressure in this forbidden area is too strong, making people's souls tremble. If you stay there for a long time without the protection of the gods' cave, your soul will be damaged at best, or even destroyed at worst.

As they spoke, the long-bearded man and the short-bearded ghost immediately unleashed their spiritual power, and the vast spiritual power spread out like huge wave ripples.

All of a sudden, there was a roar from the mountains and sea in the Corpse Ridge. A huge river of scarlet blood hung upside down and it began to rain blood in torrents. The scene was extremely horrifying.

Ye Zang widened his eyes. These two people were really reckless. They were not afraid of causing chaos in the restricted area by acting like this.

As soon as Ye Zang had this idea, it came true.

Terrible roars came from all directions, and the power of the soul filled with violence and murderous intent rushed towards him. For a moment, Ye Zang couldn't stand firmly in mid-air and almost fell down.

In the bloody river, a bloody and sharp flesh hand stretched out. It was a skinless dried corpse.

There is actually a heavenly soul in its body!
"Heavenly Soul Corpse Leader, I will stop him, you take the little brother away!" The bearded man said immediately.

The Sky Soul Corpse Leader was thousands of feet tall and emerged directly from the blood-red sea, roaring violently. Every breath he exhaled turned into a blood rain all over the sky. The enormous spiritual power oppressed him so much that the sky was shaking.

Ye Zang only felt the pressure rising suddenly. He gritted his teeth, made a hand seal, and wrapped Xuan's soul with the power of the sun and the moon.

The short-bearded ghost grabbed Ye Zang's arm without saying a word and flew away at high speed.

The bearded man raised his palm in the air, covering the sky, and hit the head of the Heavenly Soul Corpse Leader hard. The latter's body seemed to be indestructible, and even with the bearded man's spiritual power, no one could hurt him.

The earth was in turmoil. For a moment, countless sleeping corpses woke up and kept coming towards the bearded man.

……

Half an hour later, the short-bearded ghost had led Ye Zang to rush thousands of miles away. The noise behind them was still terrifying. They could vaguely see a bloody giant running rampant and mountains piled with corpses collapsing.

"Damn it, when I find a way to control it, I will definitely level this place!" the short-bearded ghost cursed.

Beside him, Ye Zang took a deep breath. He was no longer talking because the spiritual pressure here was too strong.

"Little brother, I have found it just now. I will take you to the fairy cave and hold on for a while." said the short-bearded ghost.

He protected Ye Zang and continued to rush south.

Not long after, the world finally calmed down.

In the distance, an extremely eye-catching peak of corpses appeared, reaching straight into the sky with no end in sight.

They were all piled up by corpses, and waterfalls of blood hung from the top of the mountain, rushing down, and gathered into a bloody lake at the foot of the mountain.

Cold sweat rolled down Ye Zang's forehead. He raised his eyes and looked, his Dharma eyes trying to penetrate.

When his eyes fell on the top of the mountain, he trembled violently.

On top of this corpse peak, there is a bone sword hanging upside down in the sky, pointing to the sky. It exudes an extremely terrifying murderous aura, and this aura is both very familiar and unfamiliar to Ye Zang. It seems to come from the same source as his own killing path, but it is also slightly different.

"The White Bone Divine Treasure..."

This scene was quite similar to the one when Ye Zang cultivated eight divine veins and finally opened up the white bone ultimate divine treasure vision. There were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and bones reaching the sky, especially the magic sword hanging in the sky.

That is the way of Immortal Bai Gu. With that magic sword, countless ancient monsters and the last generation of cultivators have been killed.

"Found it!" The short-bearded man looked at Ye Zang's eyes and said slowly, "This was once the place where the White Bone Immortal achieved enlightenment. It was here that he observed the myriad phenomena of Shikui Ridge and embarked on the path of immortality and ascension."

Before the last era of ancient times, Bai Gu Zhenren was the last cultivator who could be traced in ancient books to ascend to heaven and be listed among the immortals.

He proved his truth through killing and once killed a great demon. The three continents of Southern Xinjiang were formed by his battle with the great demon clan. When Ye Zang was traveling in Southern Xinjiang, he and his senior sister Shu Aohan passed by the killing land created by the White Bone Immortal.

"How is it, little brother? Are you satisfied with this divine cave?" The short-bearded ghost smiled with his eyes narrowed.

Ye Zang was slightly stunned, his eyes fixed on the top of the mountain and the white bone sword pointing to the sky.

The magic sword was not a real magic weapon, but an illusory object derived from divine consciousness, but it still gave people a very sharp feeling.

The True Man Bai Gu once practiced in seclusion here.

Ye Zang's heart was greatly moved, but he remained silent.

In a trance, he seemed to have grasped something important in his heart, and he saw the back of a Taoist priest on the top of the mountain.

In the hazy vision, the Taoist was wearing a red robe, and his back looked familiar, yet strange.

Ye Zang walked slowly, step by step, preparing to reach the top of the mountain.

The short-bearded old man behind him just looked at him like this, with his hands behind his back, and there was something inexplicable in his eyes.

The top of the mountain was very high, but it only took Ye Zang ten breaths to reach the top.

Even the short-bearded man at the foot of the mountain didn't see clearly how Ye Zang did it, and Ye Zang didn't know why.

This road is like a highway paved for myself, extremely smooth.

When Ye Zang stepped onto the top of the mountain, he suddenly woke up, his eyes burst into a sharp light, and in an instant his spirit was opened, and Kunpeng, Zhulong, and Kuiniu roared and flew around the mountain.

The roar shook the earth and seemed to engulf the sky, and the divine and strange image was overwhelming.

"I have recreated this realm. It is like taking a different path of killing from that of White Bone Immortal. Why should I go back?"

Ye Zang shook his sleeves, and the murderous aura in the air subsided. The remaining spiritual consciousness of the White Bone Immortal was guiding him, asking Ye Zang to step onto the same path as him, but Ye Zang refused.

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(End of this chapter)