Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 514: Escape, Solve the puzzle

The golden light was like a small boat sailing against the huge waves. It seemed insignificant in the darkness and gloom. Sometimes it was submerged at the bottom of the huge waves, and sometimes it was thrown to the top of the mountain, breaking through huge obstacles one after another and passing through with determination.

Xu Yuanchang could see through the hazy golden light and observe the raging waves passing by.

This was the second time he was forced to travel through the torrent of the void. Human power is limited, and the will of heaven is unpredictable. The chaotic and terrifying scene outside made him tremble with fear.

Faced with the unpredictable power of nature, he still felt insignificant even though he had advanced to the ninth floor.

He noticed that the speed of the golden light was slowing down, while the torrent of void seemed to have no end.

Xu Yuanchang was thinking about the communication ring. He had to find a way to maintain the speed of the golden light, even at the cost of his own magic power. In case the golden light was exhausted and stopped in the torrent, he would definitely not be as lucky as last time.

He didn't want to be swept away by the torrent and fight against nature on his own.

It’s painful and tragic just thinking about it.

Suddenly I noticed the altar of creation in the ring space, which was emitting light from top to bottom.

He immediately threw the few eighth-level materials in the space onto the altar, and moved the sleeping fire spirit to the ground so that it would not get in the way at the critical moment.

The materials were consumed rapidly, and the speed of the golden light slowly recovered.

I persisted for about a quarter of an hour, breaking through countless huge waves, and it seemed like there was no end in sight.

He simply threw the six strands of origin energy he had collected to the Creation Altar, letting it devour them quickly, leaving only two strands of rare wind origin energy. The rest of the ice and earth origin energy was collected by Liu Xueli and his nephew.

The golden light was sufficiently replenished, shining brightly, and the speed suddenly increased to the extreme, changing direction and shuttling back and forth.

A smile appeared on Xu Yuanchang's lips. He had mastered a little more of the art of teleportation.

However, the cost is extremely high and energy needs to be replenished with the original Qi.

A black, rugged claw suddenly appeared from the dark waves and grabbed towards the golden light from the side.

Xu Yuanchang was stunned with shock. It was the first time he saw living creatures in the torrent of the void. He could feel the fierce murderous intent coming towards him even through the golden light, and his heart was beating wildly.

He poured his own mana and source power into the Creation Altar. Only in this way could the transformation be fastest. He shouted, "Run!"

The speed of the golden light soared again, and it escaped before the black claws caught it.

The black claw did not give up, and it bent its claws and shot towards the faint golden light.

A phantom broke through the heavy floodwaters and accurately chased after the golden light that was escaping in an arc.

The green annual rings suddenly spread out, buying a moment's buffer space for the golden light. "Bang", the phantom smashed several circles of green mist annual rings, and then hit the golden light that was fleeing like a fish at an angle.

The light burst out violently, and Xu Yuanchang, who was in it, felt weightless in an instant and almost fell over.

The phantom armor on his body suddenly disintegrated, and colorful light surrounded him, alleviating most of the impact force.

Even so, Xu Yuanchang still felt a black screen in front of his eyes and he almost vomited blood. He insisted on pouring his magic power and original power into the Creation Altar, struggling to maintain his speed and pass through the edge of a huge vortex formed by a torrent.

The black shadow that hit the golden light turned into several thin film-like claws, which tightly wrapped around the golden light like a living creature and became ferocious.

It emitted a thick black corrosive gas, and its single eye stared fiercely at the humans inside.

Xu Yuan frowned and muttered, "The devil is corrupting me!"

The divine light of creation and the red flame gushed out, hitting the black shadow monster hard through the golden light. "Swish", the demon who was sure of victory was knocked into the torrent, and a strange roar was heard.

Xu Yuanchang looked back from above at the whirlpool of torrent that was at least hundreds of miles in size, and saw a black shadow floating up and down, with chains of light symbols entangled around it. Among the shadows was a giant eye that emitted a cold light of violence, madness, and murder, and it disappeared into the distance in an instant.

He seemed to be thinking about something. There was a troll suppressed in the whirlpool of the torrent. Could it be the work of the immortal back then?
The small secret realm in the Yingshengtian ancient battlefield suddenly collapsed. It seems that it is related to the devil?

Could the big event his master was talking about be that the devil is about to escape?
The power displayed by the demon is beyond the ninth level. If the demon escapes, all living beings in the upper realm will be killed and become blood food.

The golden light passed through the void torrent area, broke free from the huge suction, and gradually accelerated upwards.

Xu Yuanchang looked down at the endless torrent and suddenly realized that the golden light had been circling along the edge of the vortex area and could not escape the secret pull of the devil. It was not until he fed the six remaining strands of original energy after refining it to the Altar of Creation to replenish the energy of the golden light and was about to accelerate its escape that the devil did not bother to hide and attacked.

Feeling lucky in his heart, Xu Yuanchang used the divine light of creation and the red flame to carefully sweep the surface of the golden light three times.

He had already stopped injecting the original force, the scenery outside turned into darkness, and the journey truly began.

In less than half an hour, Xu Yuanchang stepped onto the familiar desolate rocky land.

Enter the blessed land to rest for half a day and recover the lost mana. As for the consumed original power, it can only be condensed slowly over time, and then travel to the outside of the Liuli City in Liulitian of the Sinking and Floating Domain.

After releasing the three Xueli, he warned them, "Do not go to the ancient battlefield of Yingshengtian for the next thirty to fifty years. I have an urgent matter and will be there for three days. You can do as you please!"

Lin Yuan didn't know how Sect Master Xu escaped from the danger of the small secret realm collapsing into the void. He recognized the glittering Glazed City in the floating clouds five hundred miles away at a glance. He arrived here in just one day. He was indeed worthy of being the Grand Master of the Nine-Story Tower.
Seeing that Sect Master Xu was in a hurry to leave, he hurriedly shouted: "Sect Master Xu, I want to exchange the treasure for a wisp of the original wind breath..." Unable to obtain the original golden energy, he had to admit that his luck was terrible.

Xu Yuanchang understood what the other party meant. If he wanted to exchange the more precious Origin Wind Breath for the Origin Gold Qi he needed, there would definitely be a lot of cultivators rushing to come to him to exchange. He took out a jade bottle and threw it to Lin Yuanze, saying with a smile: "You don't have to exchange the treasure. Just consider it as me repaying Senior Brother Meng's favor."

Senior Brother Meng helped him train his disciples, so he had to show his appreciation.

The figure flashed and appeared hundreds of miles away.

Lin Yuan happily took the jade bottle, wiped off the seal with his finger, uncorked it and looked inside, then quickly put the cork back on and sealed the bottle mouth, grinning and saying, "Let's go, brother will treat us, let's have fun in Liuli City!"

He and Boss Meng are inseparable. He used Boss Meng's useless favor to exchange for a wisp of the original wind. This deal is a great deal.

With this wisp of refined original wind breath, he believed that he could exchange it for two wisps of mixed and impure original gold energy.

He has to find a workaround to change his luck so as not to hang himself on a crooked tree.

"Haha, we have to give face to Brother Lin."

"The monk will follow the host's wishes."

Xu Shengtian and Liu Xueli laughed and cheered. After decades of friendship, they had similar personalities and there was no need to be polite.

Not long after the three entered Liuli City, they heard shocking news that Yingshengtian's ancient battlefield was destroyed by a void storm and hundreds of small secret realms were destroyed.

I don’t know how many monks and demon cultivators from the Eighth Floor Tower were lost in it.

It is unknown whether he is alive or dead, and his whereabouts are unknown.

Many great masters of the Ninth Floor have rushed to Yingshengtian from all over the place after hearing the news.

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It didn't take Xu Yuanchang much time to go through the blessed land and land in a safe valley in Yingshengtian. When he arrived at the northwest edge of the ancient battlefield, he saw a huge storm sweeping across the sky in the distance, covering the sun, and he had a bad feeling.

Some limbs and fragments fell from the clouds, and with a few "bangs" they landed on the gravel ground.

Xu Yuanchang was worried that the demon suppressed in the whirlpool of the void torrent would use the lost monks of the Eight-Story Tower to return to the upper realm by using the method of possession and resurrection. So he raised his hand and shot out a ball of fire, burning the broken limbs and fragments that fell several miles away into ashes.

Facing the strong wind, avoiding the dangers of low-altitude overlaps and cracks, we flew deep into the ancient battlefield.

After about a thousand miles, we saw several black spots flying from the south.

"Haha, Xu Yuanzhang, I was just talking about you... You are worthy of being the disciple of the old Taoist. You have only practiced for 1,500 to 1,600 years, but you have already advanced to the ninth floor. It's incredible, much better than some old guys."

Ye Changmeng appeared nearby, carrying a big sword on his back and laughing with his head raised.

Xu Yuanchang was very surprised and shouted, "I finally found you, brother... Am I seeing things right? You and Uncle Mu and Uncle Lin are hanging out together. Have you settled your grudges and are you working together?"

He saw Chu Wu, who was wearing a black feather robe, and a sturdy man holding a purple gold stick, flying together with Mu Xiaoxiao, Lin Sanren, and Xia Kuzhi. Although there was a clear distinction between them, the fact that they did not draw their swords against each other said it all.

He was originally worried that it would be difficult to be caught between the two forces.

It seems that he was overthinking it, as the old guys had already "agreed" on the follow-up.

Ye Changmeng restrained his smile and curled his lips and said, "Let's put aside our grudges for the time being and cooperate with each other."

He didn't want to talk about the past. He had truly reached the realm of a ninth-level grandmaster. The hatred that had been hanging on his mind for thousands of years had unknowingly left him. The taste seemed to have changed. He asked, "You are alone, and Yu Jianxian is not with you?"

"Yu Fengwu is still in seclusion, where are you from?"

Xu Yuanchang also didn't know when Yu Fengwu would come out of seclusion. He had told Zeng Lao and Nie Xiaomeng that if Yu Fengwu advanced to the ninth level of swordsmanship, they should go to the upper three heavens as soon as possible to meet him.

Mu Xiaoxiao, Lin Sanren and others flew over and congratulated and exchanged greetings for a long time.

"We have been here since the last three days. We heard that a different void storm occurred in the ancient battlefield. We were worried that it was related to that major event, so we came to check it out."

Mu Xiaoxiao explained briefly that Junior Brother Xu had finally advanced to the ninth floor, and she was particularly happy. She guessed that the old Taoist had other arrangements for his disciple and would definitely not stay out of important matters.

Xu Yuanchang chatted with Xuan Xiao, who looked different after his reincarnation, greeted Chu Wu, who looked haggard, and recounted his experiences some time ago in detail.

When they talked about a one-eyed demon being suppressed in the whirlpool of the void torrent with terrifying power, Mu Xiaoxiao and Lin Sanren's faces changed.

"He's back."

"Tenth-level demon god Gu Luo, I'm afraid I'm in big trouble this time."

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(End of this chapter)