Taoist Master Xuanhuang

The weird thing that bullies the dry well is that it can't speak. If it could speak, it would probably be in tears.

What kind of evil star is this? Not to mention the instinctive fear, the way it crushes me from all directions shows how powerful he is.

"Forget it, you can't speak either."

Xuan Huang stretched out one hand and grabbed the strange thing in the dry well.

The strange dry well had no chance to resist and could only be covered from all directions by the giant hand that was transformed by will.

The main body is a dry well.

It was another dry well. What was even more amazing was that, just like the strange dry well he had encountered before, it was also able to connect to the extension of the abyss.

Xuan Huang was no longer interested in ordinary weirdness, but he was interested in the weirdness of the seven days' extension.

In fact, Xuan Huang was studying why the extensions of the seven days were so strange.

Strictly speaking, Qitian is also one of the weird natural enemies, and it is also a place where the sacred can be born.

Although Xuan Huang roughly understood the difference between the realm and the seven days, he still didn't understand why they were so different.

Research has always been Xuan Huang's driving force for progress and what he is most interested in. Now he wants to figure out the difference between the realm and the seven days.

"Is it a case of using the opponent's force to counter the opponent's force, or is it a case of mutual coexistence and mutual growth?"

Xuan Huang speculated.

There is still a difference between the realm and the seven days. The level of the seven days is higher, and the civilization foundation is equivalent to the main world. You can create laws within the seven days, just like the three brothers in the abyss, who have created some skills, even if they are very low-level.

Low level also means possible, which is better than the realm being sacred and directly impossible.

The corpse retrievers and others still need the help of Xuanhuang’s small heavenly path.

“We need to actually go in to find out.”

After thinking about it over and over again, Xuan Huang still couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it. He would wait until he had a chance to really enter the depths of the Seven Heavens in the future and then study it in detail.

There needs to be at least seven days of real living creatures, it can't be like Guixu, which is lifeless.

In fact, it can be done in the dream world. There are dream spirits in the dream world. Bi Xia told Xuan Huang about this.

There was no strange existence in the seven days, and Xuan Huang also knew this.

The seven days can give birth to sacred beings, as well as lower-level creatures, unlike the realms, which can only give birth to sacred beings.

Metaphorically speaking, the Seven Days is a new world with a complete civilization. All the negative aspects of the main world exist in the Seven Days.

The realm is a small world in name only. It has only the abilities of a small world but not the civilizational heritage of a small world.

To put it more vividly, the realm is the entire world, and the seven days are the negative side of the world.

It seems that the realm has everything, including the main world and the negative side, but it is only big and complete for show.

On the other hand, even if Qi Tian only has a negative side, he has the corresponding civilization background.

A large and comprehensive realm can allow the sacred and the weird to coexist, but the seven days of the negative side cannot give rise to the weird.

After all, the realm is born from the fantasies, beliefs, and sustenance of living beings, which means that there are both good sustenance and beliefs, as well as evil beliefs and fantasies.

"I'm afraid the realm is just a cradle. If the gods want to make progress, competing for the main world is the key." Xuan Huang thought of this.

He was right. All the saints above the Venerable knew it and were also considering it.

It's just that this is a secret and cannot be revealed to the outside world.

Xuan Huang continued to move forward aimlessly. Those who were interested would go to find out what was going on, but his core direction was towards Yue Xin.

Now that he had sensed it, avoiding it was not his idea.

He is no longer the master of tactical retreat he once was.

He is very fierce now, and he goes there even though he knows there is a tiger there.

Because I have the confidence to be fearless.

Not to mention the protection of all spirits, even myself has reached the limit of the current world's carrying capacity. What else is there to be afraid of?

Unless they foul.

However, the price of a foul is not something they can avoid just because they want to.

"Well, I still have to be careful. They can foul without any bottom line. I can't be like them, otherwise it will be more trouble than it is worth."

Xuanhuang thought of this.

For example, if a foul is committed and a fourth-level king is forced to take action, even if the price for the fourth-level king's action is death, they will still gain something.

After all, their idea is that if the fourth level attacks, Xuan Huang will definitely die.

It’s different for Xuan Huang. If he doesn’t want to die, he has to use means beyond the fourth level. Once the fourth level means are used, it means that Xuan Huang will also bear the price.

The price might be being... sealed, or trapped.

Death does not exist. Even if Xuan Huang dares to think so, the Golden Soul will not agree.

Anyway, since you have entered this world, you have already dealt with the laws of nature here once. There will be a second time, so just get used to it.

Being trapped in the seal was not what Xuan Huang wanted.

"Alas, those who don't follow the rules are always annoying, but those who follow the rules are always hindered."

Xuan Huang sighed depressedly.

Good people are always subject to more constraints, and it seems that there is no escape here.

……

Time passed slowly, and two months went by in the blink of an eye.

Xuan Huang was moving forward aimlessly on the moon, seemingly unaware of anything.

Meanwhile, on the holy land of Blue Star, Star Mother Yuanjun's erosion of the Minghu Realm has reached a critical moment.

"Princess, let's go!" said the old turtle to the silent princess.

"Is it irreversible?" Gege asked unwillingly.

The old turtle, including the Toad King, the Lotus and Willow King, and others did not speak.

I never expected things to develop so quickly.

If we don't leave now, it will be too late, the realm will be breached.

Once the boundary is breached, these sacred beings will have no protection.

Without shelter, it would be a violation to appear in the main world.

The result is bound to be erasure.

He could only move to the Yinshan Realm, live under the protection of others, and become a wandering saint.

The rapid erosion of the Minghu Realm is inseparable from them. They are also absorbing the essence of the squeezed nature.

Their efforts and those of Star Mother Yuanjun were the reason why the Minghu Realm fell apart so quickly.

"Let's go!" said Gege.

Still a little unwilling, he added: "Master Xuanhuang, I will remember this. Just wait and see. We have this day. As the law of nature goes, you will also have this day."

After saying this, His colleagues remained silent.

No one spoke out in support, as if they felt they would not be able to see this day.

Taoist Xuanhuang has become their inner demon.

"Shh!"

Without further ado, the ten saints of the Minghu Realm activated their secret technique and immediately transformed into a stream of light, first blending into the sky of the Minghu Realm, then flashing brightly until they disappeared.

"Yes! The Lord guessed right."

The Star Mother Yuanjun outside felt it.

He clearly felt that the Minghu Realm was hollowed out in an instant. It was already weak, and at this moment it became even weaker.

If you don't control yourself, you can fall into this realm at any time.

"Chichi!"

The entire Zerg army seemed to be slowing down.

The fiery attack suddenly stopped.

"what happened?"

There have always been monks observing and gaining insights.

They were surprised by the Zerg's delay.

"Look, fellow Daoist, the fluctuations in the Minghu Realm have become much weaker, and it seems like it will collapse at any time. How could this happen?" a cultivator said.

When he said this, everyone saw it.

It was just as he said.

It’s like a sturdy man who suddenly becomes Lin Daiyu the next second.

The metaphor of delicate is not correct, but weakness is still a valid metaphor.

"So weak?" One cultivator was more direct. "Mrs. Xingmu Yuanjun has also stopped. Has she succeeded?"

The success he mentioned meant successfully taking over this realm.

In fact, these monks don’t know.

The Lord of All Living Beings has also been paying attention, especially at such a critical moment.

The main thing is that we are afraid that the sacred beings in the Minghu Realm will be "brave" and stop wandering, and fight back desperately, so we need to pay attention.

The Lord of All Living Things has brought all spirits with him, ready to provide protection at any time.

Unfortunately, there was no chance. The princess left with the sacredness, and there was no hero.

Don't give Wan Ling and him the chance to perform.

"Go ahead!"

Before leaving, the Lord of All Living Things instructed Jianmu to go and take control of the Minghu Realm.

This was the previous plan.

Jianmu responded and left.

The Minghu Realm was at its weakest moment at this moment. At the core of the Minghu Realm, a vine-like root slowly emerged from the ground.

Then, the vine carefully began to evolve, from a root into a lush small tree.

There was no feeling of rejection and it went surprisingly smoothly.

It's not just the weakness of the Minghu Realm, but also the special aura of Jianmu.

The Minghu realm consciousness, which was so weak that it was about to dissipate, followed the oldest tradition and allowed Jianmu to inherit its dream and expand the realm.

There was no resistance or struggle, but it was not considered disappearance. It just merged into another consciousness.

And this consciousness is Jianmu.

It's like the old king is getting old and the new king is ascending the throne.

Although there is no inheritance to be made, the form remains the same.

Jianmu successfully became the consciousness of the Minghu realm.

A consciousness that, even if weak, is still at the fourth level.

Until this moment, the plan for the Minghu Realm was successfully completed.

"Boom!"

There was a violent wave, and the weak Minghu realm emitted a gentle light, and the huge celestial body condensed into a huge towering tree.

The monks who saw this seemed to understand.

The towering appearance of this giant tree looks so familiar, isn’t this Lord Jianmu?
Could it be?

They couldn't help but guess.

Immediately, everyone smiled, regardless of whether they understood what was happening or not.

But it’s a good thing after all, that’s for sure.

"Lord Jianmu knows everything. Is it the same with the realm?" asked a cultivator.

"What you said, since you know everything, how can his realm be immune to it?" the friend retorted.

"Well, your criticism this time makes sense. You are worthy of being called Yu Duidui."

"Fuck off!"

"..."

People feel refreshed when good things happen to them, and so does Star Mother Yuanjun. She completed the first task assigned by her master and gained a lot.

It is not just fame that is gained, but also the familiarity with and application of the Xuanhuang Taoism, as well as one's own new discoveries and new experiments.

Moreover, it helped me to gain a firm foothold, from a new member to having my own teammates and small group.

There are so many gains.

Some of them are easily overlooked, but they are what Star Mother Yuanjun feels she has gained the most from.

As mentioned before, familiarity and exploration of Xuanhuang Taoism.

This point cannot be overemphasized.

In the past, I relied solely on my own clumsy methods to demonstrate my strength, which is like a good engine without good oil to match it.

It’s different now. The level of oil not only meets the requirements, but also exceeds them by a lot.

Even because the fuel has become stronger, it is necessary to adjust its backward engine.

A little bit of familiarity and a little bit of development are one of the biggest gains during this period of time.

"time to go!"

Star Mother Yuanjun said with some emotion, to be honest, she is a little reluctant to leave here.

The significance of this place is too great for her.

"Brother Wan Ling!"

Star Mother Yuanjun muttered silently.

Everywhere, Wan Ling did not follow the Lord of All Living Things back. He heard the call of Star Mother Yuanjun, but did not answer. He knew what to do.

Suddenly, a huge and deep passage appeared, on the way for the Zerg army to enter, but this time the passage was even bigger.

"Boom!"

This may be the loudest roar ever made by the insect community throughout the entire war.

They did not do this when they were attacking fearlessly, but when they were about to evacuate, under the control of Star Mother Yuanjun, they rumbled like a proud warrior returning from a triumphant retreat.

With resounding mechanized steps, they moved towards the passage opened by Wan Ling.

Return to their lair, the eighteenth level of Purgatory.

This is also a test for Purgatory.

You don't think that the Zerg has not been strengthened at all at this moment, right?

Not to mention the qualitative improvement, even the quantity alone has increased by nearly one-fold.

Doubling the number is equivalent to having one more population as big as the sun.

With such a volume and the accumulated qualitative changes, even purgatory would find it a little difficult to bear.

Purgatory is a miserable place. People are always urged to grow up. Their brains haven't even grown fully yet, and now they are forced to grow up again.

The child has a hard life, but he won’t say it… because he can’t speak at all.

Fortunately, it can bear the burden, and it is just a matter of compressing the area of ​​the other sixteen levels of hell.

"That's what I said. There must be something hidden. Look at the huge passage that Master Wan Ling opened up himself. Where do you think this passage leads to?"

There was a monk who looked as if he had expected it.

Everyone has suspected that what they saw was not all of Lady Star Mother Yuanjun's nest, and there must be a bigger nest.

They had indeed never seen the Zerg, but they had heard of them.

Who hasn’t read a few descriptions of fantasy Zerg before their strange resurrection.

The mother nest, the mother star, the insect nest, etc., these are all familiar to us.

There is no reason. Lady Star Mother Yuanjun does not have such a lair. It would be a surprise if she did not have such a lair.

"I know that, too."

His companion said.

"You know that, too, Brother Haier? You know that, too, you know that, just say it!"

The companion seemed strangely familiar.

"I also know that this time not only did Lady Star Mother Yuanjun succeed, but you can see that the army of spirit beasts and the contractors also made money. I have seen these contractors go from having weak wills to having strong wills now."

Companions are people of substance.

It's just that his eyes were looking elsewhere.

Of course, this point cannot be ignored.

The spirit beasts and the contractors made a lot of money this time. What this cultivator said about meeting the standards is not just an ordinary evaluation.

It was formulated according to the monks of Qingyun Mountain.

And what is the existence of Qingyun Mountain?
They are a group of monsters, strong in all aspects.

They felt that it met the standards and was already Grade A in Nanshi.

Although there are only one thousand people, these one thousand people are definitely the hope of the contractors and the hope of rise.

...(End of chapter)