I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 665: Hearing the Tao in the Morning, the Heavenly Master Falls
In the Sea of ​​Dead Souls, the old Taoist's physical condition has reached its limit.

After all, he was not the kind of warrior who had devoted himself to strengthening his body since childhood. Even though he practiced martial arts, it was actually more for the purpose of laying a foundation for his body. Being a warrior was never his main focus.

In addition, I am old and my physical condition is not as good as when I was young.

The most important thing is that we are flesh and blood after all. If we can survive in the Sea of ​​the Dead for ten days, we also need to plan our strength and continuously increase the strength of the Wind of Rest, chasing the wind every day.

Things like work and rest schedules are the first things to break down.

I have been able to hold on until today, and finally when the Wind of Rest has strengthened to its strongest, I sit on the top of the mountain, relying on the power of the Wind of Rest and the erosion of my bones over the past few days. I have reached my limit.

Finally, he blew a crack on the fontanelle that had been closed since childhood, opened the door to the soul, and forced himself to complete the transformation while on the verge of death.

Above the body, a naked little baby was hanging with a solemn expression on his face. He was being blown by the wind of rest, carrying the ray of vitality that the wind of rest would destroy by 99% of the magic end.

Returning to nature, the innate spirituality is revealed and the soul completes its transformation.

After the transformation was completed, the old Taoist priest had an epiphany, and the baby turned into spiritual light again and sank into the body through the fontanelle.

The spirit slowly returned to his eyes, but he sat there unable to move; his body had reached its limit.

The wind of rest dissipated, and the old Taoist priest was still sitting there. The erosion of the special environment in the Sea of ​​the Dead also seemed to have stopped there.

If the erosion continued, even if he had successfully survived the catastrophe, he would not be able to hold out for more than an hour given his physical condition.

The vitality of the physical body has been almost exhausted, like a candle in the wind, which may go out at any time.

At this moment, he was no longer able to do anything else.

He sat on the top of Skeleton Mountain, watching the skeleton with runes carved on its head staggering up after the Wind of Peace disappeared, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, he finally understood that this little skeleton with weak intelligence was actually his opportunity here.

And he is also the opportunity for this little skeleton.

It is precisely because the power of the Wind of Rest was greatly weakened in the little skeleton's cave when it was in the best condition at the beginning that we are in this situation today.

The amount of energy saved because of the cave seemed insignificant at the time.

But that little bit of strength was like the last straw that broke the camel's back on the last day.

If it was just a little bit off, there would be no way I would have survived the calamity today and still be alive.

At this moment, the little skeleton came up, his jaw opening and closing, the fire of the soul shining in his eyes, no one knew what he wanted to express.

But seeing that the old Taoist priest was now skin and bones, with his energy and blood depleted to the extreme, and was almost no different from a ghost, the little skeleton became more friendly to him.

The little skeleton strangely carried the old Taoist priest, whose physical body had reached the limit, and brought him down from the top of the mountain and hid him in a newly dug cave.

The old Taoist priest leaned there and laughed silently. The little skeleton was persistent and sincere. After getting the runes he carved casually, he followed him obstinately, stopping every day to start digging holes.

In order to dig a good hole, he had two fights with other undead.

Well, given his physical condition, he really can't resist the wind of rest again.

If the physical body collapses, the next step taken at this moment will be like losing its foundation.

The old Taoist priest closed his eyes and rested, trying to recover his condition.

The little skeleton will help to protect the law, and then he will have to wait for Wen Yan.

In his current state, there is no way that he could find a way to leave on his own.

He still believed in Wen Yan. Even if he had not paid much attention to other things in the past few days, he could feel that there were some absolutely intelligent undead in the Sea of ​​​​Undead who were conveying some information.

It’s just that he totally doesn’t understand how the undead convey information.

On the other side, Wen Yan was already galloping on his horse in the sea of ​​undead. He specifically chose an area that could be classified as a mountainous environment as his path. The undead warhorse had turned into a flash of lightning, moving rapidly between the mountains.

No matter what the old Taoist priest did before, people simply did not want to interfere with his work, but people have always been concerned about his approximate location.

All he could do was to prevent the news about the old master in the Sea of ​​the Dead from being accidentally taken out by some undead.

By the way, don't let some of the intelligent undead be so blind as to cause trouble.

Bourne had already told him the approximate location of the old Taoist priest today, and the Wind of Peace that appeared there had also disappeared.

Wen Yan had a gloomy face and ran at full speed.

The agreed time has arrived, and it is still unknown whether the old master succeeded or failed.

Although, the old Taoist priest said that if he died, there was no need to collect his body and he could be buried here.

Even if we want to bury him, we have to find the person first.

Hope it succeeds...

He knew best the power of the Wind of Peace here.

He ran all the way and when he reached the approximate location, he began to patrol the area. After searching for a long time, he didn't see any human figure.

But soon, he found two skeletons fighting each other. One of the skeletons had a rune printed on its bald head.

That rune was not something from the Undead Sea system, it was obviously the core of a talisman.

The little skeleton was waving a thigh bone, with his mouth open, making a crackling sound, and hitting another skeleton back and forth.

Wen Yan could tell that he was trying to drive away another undead spirit, indicating that this was his territory.

Wen Yan rode his horse and instantly landed in front of the two skeletons. He stretched out his hand and placed it on the head of the little skeleton, indicating that the little skeleton should lead the way.

The little skeleton trembled and stood there motionless, as if waiting to be killed.

Wen Yan gave the little skeleton a little bit of strength and conveyed the message again. The soul fire in the little skeleton's eyes flickered slightly, as if it was struggling.

Wen Yan grinned. This little skeleton was quite good. He actually hesitated.

After he gave the little skeleton power, he started searching nearby. If nothing unexpected happened, the old Taoist priest should be in a cave.

Soon, he found the cave and went in. He saw the old master with his eyes closed, skinny as a stick, with completely white hair and beard, and no vitality in his body, like a mummy.

Wen Yan was startled, and his expression suddenly became complicated.

"In order to seek the truth, I really risked my life. Is it really worth it?

I listened to you and buried you in the Sea of ​​the Dead.

I will bury you on the top of the mountain, and the wind of rest will continue to blow behind you.

Who knows, in a few years, the fire of the soul will be ignited in your old head.

Maybe I can regain consciousness and live another life."

Wen Yan stretched out his hand and placed it on the arm of the old Taoist priest who was no longer breathing. Just as he pulled it, he heard a snap and the arm broke.

"Be gentle. It would be so unfair if I died in your hands..."

The old Taoist priest opened his eyes and muttered something softly.

"Oh, I'm so scared. You're like this, but you're not dead yet?"

“I have survived the ordeal by chance, but it is just a new realm that has not yet been completely stabilized.

The body was exhausted and the wind caused severe osteoporosis.

Without you, I would have made the leap.

The greatest significance is to hear the truth in the morning and die in the evening.

If there is any regret, it may just be that it was not passed on.”

The old Taoist priest's voice seemed to be losing its strength, and it became smaller and smaller as he spoke.

Wen Yan quickly took out a candy and stuffed it into the old Taoist's mouth, and then gave him a little more Yang energy. He didn't dare to give him too much, fearing that the old Taoist's body couldn't handle it. "Stop talking, replenish some energy first, and let's go back now."

Wen Yan immediately sent a signal to Bourne. Bourne, who was already staying with Gauss, told Gauss immediately after receiving the signal. They began to make preparations and would start summoning in five minutes.

Then Wen Yan shook his arms, and the gray cloth flew out, slowly lifting up the old Taoist priest, allowing the strength to be evenly distributed throughout his body.

Wen Yan didn't dare to pull anymore. He didn't even dare to use force and just broke the old Taoist's arm. If he used more force and an accident happened, the old Taoist would be wronged, and so would he.

Wen Yan left the cave, and the gray cloth dragged the already light old Taoist priest out as well.

The little skeleton waved his thigh bone, raising it and putting it down, putting it down and raising it up again, seeming to be very conflicted, both cowardly and brave.

Wen Yan smiled and reached out his hand to leave a mark on the little skeleton.

A few minutes later, Wen Yan felt the call, this time more obvious than the last time.

He carried a gray cloth that supported the old Taoist's body, mounted the horse, and patted the horse's neck gently.

"Good horse, don't run too fast this time, be steady."

The old Taoist priest closed his eyes, and his whole body seemed to relax, and he slowly fell asleep.

At the same time, there was a sea of ​​clouds and cliffs.

The Taoist priests of Tianshi Mansion took turns to fight, and although it was a bit tiring, at least they were able to hold on.

The Dharma Sword and Dharma Body sitting on the edge of the cliff looked back at the Taoists with a smile on their lips.

"Well done, keep it up. If you can't stop it this time, you won't be able to stop it in the future."

After he finished speaking, the old Taoist looked at the people here with a smile in his eyes.

He can't count on the people in Tianshi Mansion, so he has to rely on him.

He also couldn't let the people of the Lieyang Tribe expect that he could guard the Yunhai Cliff and rest easy.

Last year, he already felt some difficulty.

He understood at that time that if he continued like this, one day, at the critical moment, something would go wrong.

The result, then, is a problem bigger than all the previous ones.

Now that I finally have the chance, of course I have to use it.

After the old Heavenly Master's Dharma body finished speaking, it suddenly disappeared, and only a Dharma sword fell down and stuck straight into the ground.

The spiritual light on the magic sword gradually faded, and it became like an ordinary sword, nothing special about it anymore.

The Taoist priest who was performing a ritual became distracted and almost lost control.

The other Taoists all looked very different, some even turned pale.

"The Heavenly Master's Sword..."

Everyone understood that the old Taoist priest was not on the mountain.

The Taoist priest, who was the only one who knew that the old Heavenly Master had come down the mountain to experience tribulation, staggered and almost fell.

The Taoist priest next to him supported him and asked a question immediately.

"What happened? The old Taoist priest finally asked you to come here. What happened?"

"Yes, tell me quickly, what's going on? It's impossible for the old Taoist priest to come down the mountain when there are unusual movements in the sea of ​​clouds."

"The old Taoist priest hasn't come down the mountain for at least twenty years. This... this..."

The Taoist priest who had been tortured to the point of being unable to stand had a pale face. He looked at the magic sword with a changing expression and sadness in his eyes.

"The old Heavenly Master... has come down the mountain to experience the calamity..."

When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

After hearing these words, and thinking back to the last words spoken by the Dharmakaya, he suddenly became spiritually withdrawn and fell down.

They all understand what this means.

On the cliff of the sea of ​​clouds, there were still high-level Taoist priests performing rituals, but some of the Taoist priests who had been replaced had already hurried down the mountain.

The call was made to the Lieyang Tribe and went straight to the headquarters director, who told him the news.

This was something the old Heavenly Master had reminded him of a long time ago. If anything unexpected happened to him, the first person to be notified would not be his fellow Taoists from the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, nor would it be anyone else in the Heavenly Master's Mansion. He must first notify the headquarters director.

When the director heard the news, his expression changed slightly, but he remained calm and carefully asked about the details.

After hanging up the phone, the headquarters director immediately asked Black Box.

"Where is Wen Yan?"

"The gentleman is no longer in the world. In addition, Dr. Gao's cell phone signal disappeared a few minutes ago."

"When Wen Yan comes back, tell me immediately."

The director-general sat where he was and informed the chief secretary to put other matters aside for the time being and not to let anyone disturb him.

The director general sat there with a sullen face, eyes slightly closed, waiting quietly.

The contingency plan that had been prepared for a long time immediately began to emerge in my mind.

The old Taoist priest guards the sea of ​​clouds, and the corresponding emergency plan is updated every year. Starting from last year, it is even updated every three months to prevent emergencies.

No matter whether the news is true or false, he will treat it as true.

The subsequent series of events must be treated as real, and there must be corresponding expectations and corresponding solutions.

Rumors are already circulating in the Tianshi Mansion.

Many Taoist priests took turns to go to the cliffs of the sea of ​​clouds to perform rituals. After coming down one by one, they were like people who suddenly stopped exercising. After a day of crazy leg training, their legs were shaking the next day.

And just now, some people saw a Taoist priest, either with a serious expression or walking in a hurry. Something big must have happened.

In the Tianshi Mansion, all the Taoist priests who could hold a grand altar were called to the Yunhai Cliff to take shifts. No matter whether they could last eight hours or two hours, they had to go.

With so many people, it's impossible to keep the news secret.

Especially if the old Taoist priest goes down the mountain to experience tribulations and dies outside, there will be many things to come.

The most important thing is that the old Heavenly Master had not yet decided on the candidate for the next Heavenly Master.

No one was in a hurry before, only because the old master himself said that there were still more than ten years.

In addition, the gap between the candidates and the old master is really too big, so no one has any objection if no one is decided.

At this moment, as long as we start to take action and make preparations, the news will definitely spread.

Before long, rumors began to circulate in a small circle that the old Taoist priest had passed away.

On the other side, Wen Yan and the old Taoist priest were riding horses and walking on a dark path.

Wen Yan was sure that the old Taoist priest was not in danger of death, or at least temporarily stable, so he relaxed.

"You can brag to my son about it later, thinking back then, I broke your arm with one hand. In this world, who else is so awesome except me?

I will record it in the family tree later so that my descendants can also brag about it."

"Where did you get the family tree..." The old Taoist sighed. He didn't expect that Wen Yan would think of this first.

"If I start with myself and open a single book, won't I have it?"

(End of this chapter)