Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 413: The Killing Resurfaces

Xu Yuanchang waved his hand to close the door of the main hall and activated the highest isolation protection of Qinglin Hall. Although he knew that no one would spy on him, he sent a voice message: "I was just about to tell you about this. After all, that person is old with you and has helped you."

The lazy look on Ye Changmeng's face disappeared, and he moved his head closer across the table with great interest.

With him here, even the old monster from the Ninth Floor won't be able to eavesdrop easily.

"Hurry up and tell me, don't keep me in suspense, or I'll hit you."

"Master Yu Gu, you know him."

"It's him."

Ye Changmeng took his hand back and leaned back on the large and complicated chair. He looked a bit nostalgic and said with emotion, "I didn't expect that he could still survive. In order to vent his anger, he harmed 300 elite soldiers from the Shinto, Immortal and Demon tribes at a critical moment, causing the entire team of cultivators to be wiped out, affecting an important battle situation and causing heavy losses to Qianfang Realm."

"Old man Yanshan and I were both at the sixth level of cultivation at the time. We did receive some guidance from him before, but the disaster he caused was too big. If we don't want others to know, we had better not do it. A powerful sorcerer figured out that it was him who did it from clues and listed him as the public enemy of the entire Qianfang Realm. The cultivation world hunted him down all over the world."

"He has a very extreme temper, is stubborn and self-willed, and won't listen to advice... Later, Qianfang Realm withdrew its troops from the Dark Realm five years ahead of schedule and blocked seven passages, hoping to trap him in the Dark Realm and let him fend for himself."

Ye Changmeng shook his head. Although he was unruly, he had a clear mind on major issues. His conflicts with the immortals had never affected innocent people. He said, "I have already severed all ties with him. If I see him, I will fight him to the death and will never show mercy."

Among the elite monks who were killed that year, one was his elder.

Moreover, the Jade Bone has become a killing calamity, and anyone from the upper realm can kill it.

Xu Yuanchang heard such a secret, and he despised Yu Gu Zhenren's character in his heart. He smiled bitterly and took him out of the mine to find the Phantom Jade Skull. Later, he noticed that there was something strange about the skull, so he placed it on the Creation Altar for sacrifice for more than 200 years. He sighed and complained: "If you had met me at the end of the Dark World, you wouldn't have had these troubles."

"Bullshit, you are just being greedy and you blame me for it."

Ye Changmeng stretched out his hand and struck him. No matter how the boy tried to dodge, he could not dodge. He said, "Use the move he taught you, 'Illusionary Floating Life Slash', on my head. Let me have a taste of it."

The Illusionary Floating Life Slash is the famous skill of Master Yu Gu.

There is a high possibility of a head-on collision in the future. Since there is an opportunity, he must of course understand it in advance and find a way to crack it.

Xu Yuanchang rubbed his hands together, smiled maliciously, stood up and walked around, saying, "How can this be so embarrassing? This is the first time I've heard of such a weird request. We have such a close relationship that I can't bring myself to do it."

Ye Changmeng glared and didn't have time to say anything.

Seven steps away, the guy who had just said he was embarrassed to take action, had gathered his strength, and with his hands he made a gesture as fast as flying, and struck hard at the head of the young man in brocade robe.

The young man sat upright without moving, with invisible waves spreading from his body, and the broadsword behind him making a vibrating sound.

After years of practice, Xu Yuanchang has been able to control the power of the Fu Sheng Slash.

I will no longer drain all my soul power all at once like before.

He had just shown the spell to Old Ye on purpose, slowing down the speed of that trace of illusory rule power connecting heaven and earth and condensing into an invisible sword to chop down, hoping that it would be helpful to Old Ye.

When True Man Yu Gu taught him in that way, he intentionally didn't want him to learn it.

If he hadn't made a prompt decision to use up the three Tongxuan stones and hadn't had great luck, all that pain would have been in vain.

About a quarter of an hour later, the strange phenomenon on Ye Changmeng's body subsided. He opened his eyes and smiled, "It's quite interesting. The power of rules is transformed into the sword in an illusion. It is really powerful. Fortunately, I have studied swordsmanship in this life. I can trace it back to the beginning and deduce some things."

Xu Yuanchang was unable to perform the essence of the Illusionary Life Slashing Divine Power, and could only recite it by rote. Seeing that Old Ye had made some progress, he asked, "Have you contacted Xuan Xiao, Chu Wu, and Gu Yunzhu?"

"No rush, no rush."

Ye Changmeng was trying to cover up the truth. He had talked with old man Yanshan several times and didn't want to get Xu involved in those old conflicts that were "inseparable and difficult to sort out". He stood up, stretched his waist and asked, "Have you promoted your Creation Altar to the seventh level?"

Xu Yuanchang rolled his eyes at the other person and said sarcastically, "You think it's made of mud? Just make as many layers as you want." Suddenly he realized and asked, "Did you come to me to use the Creation Altar to refine materials?"

"Haha, I, an old man, have come across the boundary specially to teach you how to upgrade the phantom armor to the seventh level. Don't think that you can do it just by piling up a lot of materials. The seventh-level phantom armor is very difficult to build. It involves the difficult problem of reconstructing the phantom armor array with the power of the phantom rule. By the way, I will also refine some eighth-level materials."

Ye Changmeng still uses transactions as usual to achieve his goals.

He lacked valuable weapons for both attack and defense, and wanted to refine an eight-layer pagoda-like magic weapon. However, there was no better and more magical fire in the world than the divine light of creation.

Xu Yuanchang thought of a question and said, "Old Ye, my Creation Altar is only at the sixth level. I'm afraid it will be difficult to refine the eighth-level materials?"

"It's okay. I'll enter the space of the Illusionary Ring and use the furnace to melt the materials. Then I'll let your Creation Divine Platform purify them several times. The process is a bit troublesome and takes time. I'm afraid it will take about ten years. During this time, I'll help you teach your disciples. No matter how I calculate it, you won't suffer any loss."

As Ye Changmeng spoke, he took out a jade slip that contained instructions for reconstructing the phantom armor formation and threw it to Xu Yuanchang.

Xu Yuanchang had long been accustomed to the way he got along with Old Ye. He took the jade slip and looked at it for a long time before saying, "Old Ye, I still need to consider the direction of the illusion array carefully. I can't make a hasty choice."

"Of course. You can make full use of your powerful arithmetic deduction ability to construct an illusion array that is ingenious and suits you. There is no rush. It will be worth it even if it takes decades."

Ye Changmeng stretched out his hand to open the door of the hall, walked out, waved his hand to pick up a fiery red leaf, rubbed it in his palm, and then waved his hand to throw countless powders into the air.

The leaf powder filled the air and covered the sky, blocking out the sunlight and trees like a layer of gauze.

Gradually it became more transparent, and regular small hexagonal blocks appeared.

As the light and color change, the hexagonal blocks transform into countless shadowy worlds, reflecting the scenes of leaves fluttering in various winds, rains and thunderstorms.

"Understand the rules, use the rules, and then you can create rules. Do you see what I mean?"

Ye Changmeng disappeared as well, and his voice seemed vague and disembodied.

Xu Yuanchang guessed that Old Ye was giving him guidance in this way. He immersed himself in the state of illusion, staring at the constantly changing hexagonal blocks, and slowly tentatively touched them with the power of the rules of illusion.

"Pull me into the space of the Fantasy Fairy Ring. We will each do our own things and I will find something for you to do."

Ye Changmeng appeared nearby again, looking somewhat impatient.

Xu Yuanchang released his magic power to wrap up the young man and took him into space. He wandered silently in the bizarre world formed by the magical hexagonal blocks, groping and comprehending.

Good teachers and helpful friends will motivate you to move forward.

In a backyard on the mountainside, two identical fat girls appeared in front of Mrs. Fan, saying the same words, making her laugh. With Mrs. Fan's fourth-level cultivation, she could see through Nie Xiaomeng's low-level illusion at a glance. Another young man lay on the branch of a tree, yawned out of boredom, glanced up at the mountain, and talked to himself.

"The little girl is so talented in illusion. She can comprehend 'illusion with illusion' after a little teaching. It seems that in less than three months, she can be promoted to a second-level illusionist... Don't worry, don't worry. Follow Xu's step-by-step method, simmer slowly, and lay a solid foundation."

For the next three years, the top of Qinglin Mountain was shrouded in fog all year round, and Xu Yuanchang could not come out to practice.

Nie Xiaomeng is already sixteen years old, and is becoming more and more pretty and quirky. She has been learning illusion from her junior master-master, and has reached the late second level. She has condensed the word "illusion" in her natal chart and learned many low-level illusions.

No need to read and write endlessly, just enjoy the happiness brought by illusion every day.

It can transform into anything and even confuse people of the same level.

Of course, Pang Ya, Shan Wa and others were often teased by her.

"Young Master, when will my master come out of seclusion? I heard from Elder Yan that for a master like my master, a single seclusion can last for a hundred years. By then, I will be old, and my master may not even recognize me."

Nie Xiaomeng looked up at the top of the mountain. Every time she went up, she was blocked by invisible fog.

The young man was chewing a dogtail grass in his mouth. His ears were almost calloused from listening. He said, "Your master is an absolute inferior in front of Junior Master... All right, stop shaking, if you shake Junior Master again, he will fall apart. Your master has already come out of retreat."

Nie Xiaomeng immediately let go of his hand and flew to the top of the mountain with great joy.

The world formed by the hexagonal blocks collapsed, and the fog slowly dissipated. Xu Yuanchang wandered in front of the hall and said to Old Ye who was busy in the space: "'Borrow two ounces of wind from the human world to fill your 180,000 dreams'. I want to travel through the seven realms and collect various 'winds' of different weather conditions to prepare for constructing an illusory and illusory world of rules in the future."

Ye Changmeng was stunned for a moment, clicked his tongue twice, and said in a critical tone: "You are asking for trouble, kid."

"Haha, I'm not afraid of hardship, as long as I have a direction to follow."

Xu Yuanchang got the other party's tacit consent, and he felt relieved. What Old Ye evolved for him was the way of neither life nor death of "entering the subtle transformations of heaven and earth and reincarnation", which made him understand the direction of the illusionary path he wanted to pursue.

He still adheres to the principle of "Tao as the backbone and illusion as the use".

Without changing the root, the externalization will be infinite.

"Brother Xu, lend me thirty or fifty Tongxuan stones. I will extract the Tongxuan power from them and condense it into the base of the magic weapon."

Ye Changmeng always talks about big things, and he doesn't care about small things.

Xu Yuanchang was in a good mood and casually threw out fifty Tongxuan stones. To him, treasures had to be used properly. Old Ye, with his thieving eyes, had already seen through the treasures he had placed in the treasure house in the compartment.

Ye Changmeng raised his hand and dropped the sparkling black stones one by one into the metal solution spread on the magical power of creation. His hands shot out rays of colorful light to maintain the flow of metal, so that the solution that he had spent a lot of energy to melt could be fully refined by the divine light of creation.

"Master, Master, you are out of retreat."

Nie Xiaomeng flew to the top of the mountain, as happy as a big kid, and bowed quickly.

Xu Yuanchang extended his hand to support him and said with a smile, "Not bad, you didn't let your uncle lead you to slack off, and your cultivation is progressing smoothly." He casually dismissed the young man's achievements with a few words, and then asked, "What books have you read in the past few years?"

Nie Xiaomeng immediately pouted and muttered, "Master, please don't bring up something irrelevant. Let's talk about something happy and don't spoil the fun."

"Okay, I won't study today. I still have to continue my studies tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

Xu Yuanchang felt like he was watching his children grow up. He talked to his apprentice, asked about his daily practice, then slowly flew out of the top of the mountain and circled the thirty-mile area of ​​Qinglin Mountain. He didn't want to make Senior Brother Cao worry.

However, what surprised him was that the sect actually activated a large protective formation.

When he flew back to the top of the mountain, he received a message from Senior Brother Cao.

After asking his disciple to go play with his junior master at the foot of the mountain, Xu Yuanchang flew to Xiliu Mountain and walked into the open hall.

Cen Kan was also inside. He stood up and greeted with a smile.

After exchanging greetings, the three of them sat down.

After Cao Wanxin poured tea for his two junior brothers, he said worriedly, "A few days ago, we received a warning message from Liuyun Sect. The missing eighth-level magician of the Shinto sect has somehow made a comeback. Half a month ago, he used a despicable sneak attack to kill the eighth-level master Yu of Chanyuan Temple in the Dark Cloud Continent, and almost slaughtered everyone in Chanyuan Temple. Fortunately, a seventh-level monk sent a message before he died... Oh, it's too tragic. A great sect that has existed for thousands of years has been destroyed in an instant."

Cen Kan continued, "At present, all the sects below the first-rate have activated their sect formations. Senior Zhong from Liuyun Sect has ordered the eighth-floor masters in Liuyun Territory to lead the seventh-floor monks to patrol everywhere. The news has been blocked for now to prevent people from panicking and giving the thief an opportunity to take advantage of the situation."

Xu Yuanchang was extremely shocked. True Man Yu Gu was trying to find trouble in Liuyun Territory.

"Have you found out about the thief's whereabouts these days?"

"Not yet. Senior Zhong has already sent people to the nearby Dongyou Domain, Dahuang Mountain, and Longyuan Valley to seek experts to come and reinforce and completely control the cross-border transmission formation."

Cao Wanxin smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Ye Changmeng, who heard this from the Huanxian Ring, murmured, "Yu Gu is using a diversionary tactic. He sneaked into Liuyun Territory quietly to commit a big crime and left a long time ago. He must be waiting for the masters from Dongyou Territory, Dahuang Mountain, or Longyuan Valley to be transferred away, and then slaughter one or two sects that he has selected in advance. That guy... has gone crazy."

He had dealt with Yu Gu and understood Yu Gu's madness.

If Yu Gu wanted to quickly recover his cultivation, there was no faster way than to rob and obtain resources.

In this chaotic world of “murder and destruction”, it’s bullshit to enforce justice on behalf of heaven.

After hearing Old Ye's analysis, Xu Yuanchang breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a voice transmission, "Old Ye, with your current strength, can you deal with Yu Gu Zhenren?"

"I don't have a suitable eighth-level treasure. If I meet Yu Gu, I might lose."

Ye Changmeng kept talking without stopping his hands.

Compared to the veteran illusionist from nine thousand years ago, how could he dare to be so arrogant?

There is no shame in admitting your shortcomings, just catch up in the future.

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(End of this chapter)