Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 460: A Dream, Escape
When he was exhausted, Xu Yuanchang wanted to turn into a breeze to avoid the attack from below, but his reaction and speed were slow for a moment, "bang", the cold crystal light was extremely sharp and pierced through the colorful phantom armor that appeared on his body instinctively.

The dazzling light burst out, and the line of crystal coldness pierced through the ancient green runes that had not yet unfolded with the force of thunder.

The protective jade pendant that Mu Xiaoxiao gave him required him to use his magic power to activate it, so it failed to work fully.

The crystal cold easily pierced through the precious clothes and when it penetrated into the skin, it was swept away by a thin layer of time magic that flowed like water.

The peace and safety card that Jia Shusheng gave him saved his life at the critical moment.

The huge force of the collision caused a "crack", and two of Xu Yuanchang's ribs were broken. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was blown hundreds of feet into the air like a cloud. A thin layer of cold ice crystals quickly spread over his body.

The tip of the crystal cold needle has already penetrated into the body.

All kinds of negative noisy whispers came to my ears, including painful howls, moans of joy, repentance and killing, and so on.

Xu Yuanchang took out a pill bottle with great effort, crushed the bottle with trembling fingers, and stuffed a life-saving top-grade pill inside into his mouth and swallowed it. Old Zeng specially used a four thousand year old purple blood ginseng and a four thousand year old resurrection grass obtained from the ghost world as the main ingredients, and prepared more than ten rare spiritual medicinal materials, and spent a lot of effort to refine two top-grade pills.

Of course, one of them was given to the sect leader who often faced life-and-death dangers.

The leader brazenly boasted about himself: "I am actually a good person! But it is hard to be a good person in this world."

This caused Zeng Wanglou, Zhao Jun and other members of the sect to boo mercilessly, saying that most people who show off to be good people do not do good things. Even Xu Shengtian, Liu Qianfeng and Liu Xueli joined in the laughter and said bad things about the sect leader, making him feel hurt by being abandoned by his friends and relatives.

The other top-grade life-saving pill was given to Gu Yunzhu because Gu Yunzhu did not have time to laugh at the sect leader.

The leader of Dengxianguan is such a vengeful person, he never holds grudges overnight and keeps his mind clear.

Xu Yuanchang, who was in trouble at this time, thought of some messy past events and a silly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Soon he shook his head hard, trying to break away from the noisy whispers.

The medicinal power turned into a warm current, repairing internal injuries, quickly recovering over-consumed magic power, and resisting the bone-chilling cold that eroded the body.

With flames rising from its body, the fluffy fire spirit became anxious. It tried its best, regardless of consumption, but still could not melt the cold ice crystals that kept spreading and thickening. The strange and alien icy power was beyond its understanding.

Fire can melt ice, but ice can also overcome fire.

It instinctively fears the icy power, but must fight against it for its master.

Xu Yuanchang's limbs and body gradually stiffened, and he floated down towards the circling Wuxin Platform.

Fortunately, Gu Du had always wanted to control him and then take over his body, so he controlled the strength of his attack within a certain range, which gave him the opportunity to calculate. If he did not have many means of self-defense, he would have been scared to death and turned into a lifeless ice lump by now, with no room for maneuver.

Sitting cross-legged at the node position of the Wuxin Platform, the ice crystals on Xu Yuanchang's body became thicker and thicker.

Soon, the whole person turned into an ice sculpture emitting coldness.

The fire spirit tried in vain to melt the ice crystals with its flames, circling anxiously around its motionless master.

Inside the dark space of the Heaven-Suppressing Monument, there are two transparent mountains formed by the power of heaven and earth. Mysterious runes emerge from time to time, firmly suppressing Gu Du, who has turned into a ball of black gas. The ubiquitous colorful light slowly eliminates the energy of the black gas.

Gu Du’s dull roar filled the space of a hundred feet in size, revealing boundless hatred and ferocity.

"Boy, you haven't made any movement for such a long time. I'm afraid you have fallen under my 'Origin Needle'. Hehe, you are still a little naive to fight with me. How can I not hold back? This damn bronze tablet can trap me for a while, but it can't trap me forever."

"When I am free, won't your frozen body belong to me?"

"It's nothing more than spending a thousand more years to repair the damaged body bit by bit. Time is nothing to me. When I am born, the seven realms of the upper realm will not allow me to come and go as I please!"

Gu Du was depressed and proud, and vented his anger crazily for a while.

I was a little worried that the original attack would smash the boy into pieces and ruin his future.

Worrying about gains and losses, struggling fiercely.

The huge bronze monument stands coldly on the edge of the silent blessed land.

……

The stars moved, spring and autumn came and went, and another twenty years passed.

Liuyun Continent, Wangshan Plain in the Qiaojiaoshan area, and Leihe Ancient Town.

Nie Xiaomeng, dressed as a blind old man, was hunchbacked and dressed in tattered clothes. He sat on the stone steps of the ancient town's pier, with a chipped old porcelain bowl next to him, containing three or five copper coins.

The setting sun was setting in the west. A blind old man was enjoying playing the erhu, his white hair fluttering with his movements.

The autumn wind is bleak, and the sound of the piano accompanies the surging river. The strands of sound seem to break and then connect, floating aimlessly like light clouds, narrating the bleak years like a song.

After a long time, the song ended and the onlookers dispersed in a hurry.

It's getting dark and the lights are gradually coming on.

The blind old man listened attentively to the voices and footsteps of people and continued playing the violin, but in the end he did not get a single penny in reward.

There is no trace of loss or sorrow on the old face full of wrinkles eroded by wind and rain. He has experienced a lot and seen through the indifference of the world. He knows the warmth and coldness of the world. When he travels around the world, he just lives from hunger to fullness. As for when it will end, only God knows.

There was a little beggar with his trouser legs lifted up to his knees, his face was dirty, and there were two green dragons on his nostrils. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he lowered his body and quickly jumped in front of the old blind man, stole the few copper coins in the broken porcelain bowl, and in his panic knocked the bowl over.

With a few "bangs", the broken bowl rolled all the way to the stone steps of the dock and broke into pieces on the ground.

The little beggar clutched the copper coin tightly and fled as fast as he could on his bare feet along the worn-out granite street.

"You bastard, you even dared to snatch the copper coin at the bottom of the bowl from the street performer. You deserve to beg for food for the rest of your life. Next time I catch you, I will break your legs!"

The boatman who was taking a break and smoking a pipe in the shed opposite had been listening to the erhu for a long time and was feeling sad about the river. When he saw this scene, he jumped up and cursed, walked down the dock, picked up the broken pieces of porcelain one by one, and wrapped them up in an old cloth.

He walked back to the blind old man who was holding on to a wooden stick, took out five shiny copper coins from his pocket, handed them to the blind old man, and said, "It's getting dark, old brother, go buy two cakes to fill your stomach, and go to Xiahe Town tomorrow."

The implication is that there is no money to be made in this town, as the people there are just cheapskates.

The blind old man took the copper coin which still had body temperature, but before he could say thank you, the boatman had already walked away with a "dong dong dong" sound.

“No matter how hard the world is, there is still conscience in the world.”

The blind old man muttered to himself, groped his way back to sit down, put down the wooden stick, and picked up the huqin again. This time the sound of the huqin became very cheerful and soothing, as if flowing from the severe winter to the warm spring.

When the song ended, the sky was dark and the blind old man was already in tears.

The blind eyes returned to normal, and the aura lingered on his body.

Nie Xiaomeng came out of her mortal state and felt as if she had spent a lifetime in the mortal world. After such a long and difficult period, she finally completed her mortal state and sighed: "The illusion is so subtle and I follow my heart." It was as if it was all a dream and she was terrified.

Wen Yining, dressed in blue cloth, appeared at the dock and said with a smile, "Congratulations, you have been in the world for fifty years and now you are out of it."

Nie Xiaomeng recovered in a moment, still holding the huqin that had accompanied her through countless storms, and bowed: "Thank you, Uncle Wen, for protecting me. Thank you for your help."

"We are one family, so there is no need to be polite."

Wen Yining asked, "Are you going back to Wuliu Mountain to retreat and advance, or are you being teleported to Dengxian Temple?"

Nie Xiaomeng asked where he was, put the huqin into the storage space, and said, "I'm going to Wuliu Mountain. I'll come back to Dengxian Temple to thank my master later."

As they talked, the two men flew into the air without attracting the attention of the people in the town.

A boatman was walking on the road when he suddenly stepped on a hard protrusion and almost sprained his ankle.

Just as he was about to kick the hard object to the side of the road, the boatman was suddenly stunned and hurriedly squatted down. It turned out to be a twenty-liang gold ingot, flashing a cold silver-white metallic light. The boatman put the silver ingot into his sleeve, looked around and saw no one passing by, so he bowed to the sky with his hands.

He grinned secretly and hurried towards home.

……

Watch casually and climb the mountain hall alone.

Zeng Wanglou's face was gloomy, and he said, "I just received an urgent cross-border message from Zhang Wu of Qixing Mountain, saying that Wu Shanbi was attacked by two seventh-floor monks, a man and a woman. The incident happened suddenly, and Wu Shanbi rushed to fight and died of poisoning and exhaustion. A riot broke out in the market of Qixing Mountain, with heavy casualties, and two treasure houses were looted. They requested us to send experts to reinforce."

Gu Yunzhu asked in confusion, "Even if Wu Shanbi was defeated by the sneak attack of two seventh-floor monks and suffered heavy damage, he still had the advantage of the terrain and could activate the formation. He would not lose his life, unless someone from the Seven Stars Mountain Market was colluding with him from the inside."

It is not easy to refine a flying sword for cross-border communication. An eighth-level master must infuse Taoist magic power into the flying sword before it can break through the restrictions of the realm, successfully pass through the turbulence of the void, and enter the next realm to achieve the purpose of communication.

Wu Shanbi and Zhang Wu are guests of Dengxian Temple, in charge of the Qixing Mountain territory. They each have a cross-border communication flying sword prepared by the sect, which can be used in emergencies.

However, even if we rush over now, the opportunity will be lost. We can only track down the murderer and set an example for others.

Zeng Wanglou shook his head and said, "Zhang Wu didn't explain it clearly in the message. Fairy Gu, please go with Shengtian and Xueli. This matter may involve other forces in Maixianzhou. Just make a decision, kill those who should be killed, don't hold back!"

Zhao Jun shouted murderously, "Fairy Gu, if you need help in a foreign land, just send a message back. I am too idle to ask for help, so just give me a call."

Mu Qingshan echoed: "And me."

He was the head cultivator who came to Dingzhou from Qianfang Realm back then. He formed the Beggars' Army to fight against the dark spirits of the Dark Realm. He has always had a close relationship with Dingzhou. He ascended to the upper realm at about the same time as Zhao Jun. He wandered in Longyuan Valley for more than a hundred years, and after being promoted to the seventh floor, he took refuge in Dengxian Temple. He had not achieved anything, so he wanted to find something to do.

Xiao Ang, a tall and strong man with unshaven beard, followed suit and shouted, "Count me in, I'm ready to serve you."

He was born as a Fire Owl in Wangxian Island and was extremely skilled in the art of concealment. Back then, because of Xuan Jieqing's matter, he joined forces with Bai Yi on Fujiao Island and fought a battle with Xu Yuanchang. Later, he ascended to the upper realm and wandered around. At the invitation of Bai Yi, he joined Dengxian Temple.

Zeng Wanglou smiled and bowed: "Don't be in a hurry for now, wait for Fairy Gu to investigate the situation first, and let me know if there is anything you need."

People like Zeng Shanlang, Tang Yijian and others have not yet made a breakthrough and advanced, so they were not alarmed.

……

Qiyuntai is a blessed place, on the platform of enlightenment.

The thick ice crystals covering Xu Yuanchang's body slowly disappeared, and cyan, purple, and golden light flickered rhythmically from the inside out, one after another, and cold mist drifted into the air.

The fire spirit, which had become thinner, had long stopped its unnecessary consumption and was floating aside, quietly watching the changes in the ice sculpture.

Another half a month passed, and the ice crystals completely disappeared. The light on Xu Yuanchang's body faded, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The fire spirit screamed and landed on its master's shoulder.

"Poor thing, how come you are so thin?"

Xu Yuanchang stood up gracefully, stroked the fluffy fire spirit with his palm, guessed that the fire spirit had consumed too much energy to save him, glanced around, and took in the entire blessed land of a thousand miles. He flew up and flashed, and when he reappeared, he landed near the huge bronze monument standing on the edge of the blessed land.

He had a secret connection with the Zhentian Stele and could sense that Gu Du was still trapped inside the bronze stele. Otherwise, he would not dare to fly out from the Wuxin Platform so easily.

He used all his strength to resist the erosion of the source of the crystal cold and prevent himself from freezing to death.

After many attempts, he found that the divine light of creation could absorb the alien cold energy, and this was how he broke out.

Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand and wrote the word "Zhen" stroke by stroke on the gleaming bronze stele. A long time had passed, and Gu Du had already broken a set of "Zhenhun" seals. He came out in time and did not let the tiger go back to the mountain.

Feeling the slight movement outside the Zhentian Monument, Gu Du was shocked. That boy was not dead!

He worried for nothing and now has to worry about his own fate.

"Brother Xu, why do you have to do it so drastically? Leave a way out for us so that we can meet again someday. I am immortal. You can trap me for a while, but not forever."

"Besides, I have done nothing to you. Please, for the sake of Taoist Master Yanshan, stop here."

Gu Du tried to use words to make the boy give up complaining.

Xu Yuanchang ignored the guy who was even more shameless than him, and completed the word "Zhen" in one go. The bronze tablet glowed brightly, and the word "Zhen" attracted the power of heaven and earth and disappeared, and a faint scream of Gu Du was heard from inside.

After swallowing a pill and taking a short rest, Xu Yuanchang continued to write the word "soul".

With the painful experience from last time, and the situation not being as urgent as that time, Xu Yuanchang took his time and finished writing the word "soul" smoothly. He watched the two transparent mountains suppress Gu Du firmly again, making it impossible for the old guy to make any more noise.

He felt relieved.

There was plenty of time later, so he wrote a group of words on the stele every now and then.

He wanted to suppress Gu Du forever so that he would never be able to rise again.

After he advances to the eighth floor, I will try to find a way to destroy this scourge, no matter whether he is immortal or not.

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PS: I will be late, but I will not be absent, sorry!

Thank you for your company along the way. Lao Yan will definitely finish this book, which has 160 million words. Come on!

(End of this chapter)