After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 215 214. The whole family fled, chasing the soul for thousands of miles (7.1K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
The waves of the sea of ​​suffering calmed down, and wisps of obsession lingered over the huge dragon's body, but could not sink into it even a little bit, because the dragon's body was made up of more powerful divine thoughts.

For the weak, even the most unforgettable thoughts in their lives seem so fragile in front of the strong.

The Formless Ancestor sat under the black heart. He had already received the news that "Song Yan agreed to settle the cause and effect, handed over the Formless Mask, and chose to leave." He also believed that Tang Changsheng could not lie to him, because he and he were two sides of the same coin.

But he was still hesitant, so even though he had already reached the entrance to the Soul Threshold, he turned back and paced back and forth, wanting to spend more time thinking.

In fact, if he had unlimited time, he would continue to wait and not take any risks.

Wait for him for dozens or hundreds of years, where is the danger?
But time waits for no one.

If he wants to sit at the dinner table of the end of the world, elegantly grab the knife and fork, and share the lives on the table, he must at least bring more dragons into this world.

The master of the world here must be taking action, and other beings in the sea of ​​suffering are also taking action. The longer he delays here, the harder it will be for him to get to the table.

"A mere 4th level Xiuxuan Realm!" Wuxiang Ancestor snorted coldly, and then roared out in a venting manner, "If you have the guts, come out in the open! What's the point of sneaking around?"

"Fourth Brother, don't be anxious. Didn't that kid named Song Yan hand over all his transformable masks? If he wants to integrate into the ancient clan, he can only use illusion.

The Tang Ningxin you mentioned can definitely see through the illusion. What are you worried about? Did you get scared after fighting with that kid and become so cowardly? Hahahaha
What's more, the strong are always right! Tang Changsheng has already shown such a submissive attitude, and he has also chosen to end the cause and effect and leave, so what do you have to worry about? "The black dragon's eyes flashed with wise thinking, with a bit of arrogance and disdain, and the thick dragon lips split open, revealing sharp fangs, "Did you forget that you are a dragon?"

The Wuxiang Ancestor's eyes flickered, and he thought for a long time before saying, "Third brother, maybe I am worrying too much."

Black Dragon said: "If you don't make a decision, you will suffer the consequences, Lao Si."

Before he finished speaking, the enchanting voice of the poisonous dragon came from the side: "Shut up, third brother."

The black dragon was stunned for a moment and said, "Second sister, am I wrong? We are the great dragon clan!"

The poisonous dragon laughed like a silver bell, and then said: "We are just monsters formed by the combination of the great dragon race and the evil thoughts from outside the domain, and then plundering lives in this sea of ​​suffering. Third brother, we are just divine thoughts. We have no body and no soul, you idiot."

Wu Xiang Ancestor said, "Second sister, do you think I should go?"

The poisonous dragon said: "Of course you have to go. If you don't go, how can we get out of the sea of ​​suffering?"

The Wuxiang Ancestor nodded slightly and said, "I chose to trade with Tang Changsheng because I was attracted by the Wuxiang talent. There are countless talents in the world, but Wuxiang can change the body shape, the breath, and simulate spells. It is the best talent for us.

I have never seen such a special talent in the previous world. So, I will change my body shape and try it first. After all, the sacrifice cannot fall behind. "

The poisonous dragon laughed.

Wu Xiang Ancestor was stunned and asked, "Second sister, what are you laughing at again?"

Poison Dragon asked: "Who asked you to return to the Wuxiang Ancient Clan?"

The Wuxiang Ancestor suddenly came to his senses, "Second sister, you mean..."

The poisonous dragon said: "You can go back to where you came from. In the past, low-level cultivation sites had less life energy, but now there are countless natural disaster beasts. Although dangerous, it is faster to sacrifice. The most important thing is that natural disaster beasts have no intelligence and are most likely to be lured and used."

After saying that, it turned its head to look at the crimson fire dragon next to it and said with a smile: "Brother, what do you think?"

The Crimson Fire Dragon said in a deep voice: "Old Four, in this case, you and Tang Changsheng will go to the low-level cultivation area together. As for Tang Ningxin, you can let her quietly take root here, gather information, understand the situation, and develop in secret.

If the Wuxiang Ancient Clan can't make it, then let them die here. This is just a private reserve for our descendants to take over."

The poisonous dragon laughed and said, "Brother is right. Fourth brother, if this place doesn't work, you can go to another place. If there is danger over there, then jump back. If you feel something is wrong, jump back again. Repeat this over and over again. Jumping back and forth is unpredictable. This is the style of the dragon clan like us."

After saying that, it glanced at the black dragon with a mocking look and said, "If you were really as honest and straightforward as your third brother, we would have been wiped out long ago."

The Wuxiang Ancestor nodded slowly and said, "I understand."

"Tang Cheng, you need to be careful when you go out on patrol today. These days, disciples of my clan encounter misfortune every once in a while." Tang Yi looked deeply at the young man in front of him and patted his shoulder encouragingly.

He saw that although there was fear in the boy's eyes, there was more determination, the determination to take risks for his people.

Tang Yi sighed softly, thought for a moment, then suddenly took out a jade slip from his arms and handed it over.

The young man was stunned and asked, "What is this?"

Tang Yi said: "This technique is called "Thought Escape". After being revised by the old ancestor Song, it has become very easy to learn. You should spend more time on it and use the True Spirit Jade. If you can practice this method, you will have a better chance of survival when you encounter a strong enemy."

"This is such a precious thing"

"Take it. If the clan doesn't exist, how can there be any magic inheritance?"

"Thank you, Steward." The young man bowed deeply, then smiled and said, "It won't be long before I have to address you as Elder."

Tang Yi waved his hand, said a few more words of encouragement, then turned and left.

Song Yan looked at his receding back, then glanced at the "Thought Escape" jade slip in his hand, feeling a little amused.

After Tang Yi left, he soon received a message saying that Patriarch Ning Xin needed to hold an emergency meeting.

Usually, only the elders of the clan could participate in such emergency meetings, but today, he became one of the participants.

After he walked out of the conference hall, his status officially changed from manager to elder.

With a faceless mask and many years of hard work, his status in the clan has been completely changed.

As a member of the lower class, Song Yan lost the support of the country under the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, and could only live like a beast of burden every day. He patrolled hard, and the itinerary was simple. The only important person he could talk to was Elder Tang Yi, who was in charge of the affairs of the outer sect.

Tang Ningxin, who used to play and please him warmly, has now become the Ningxin ancestor whom he can only look up to.

On weekdays, he would at most look up at the mountains in his small house, open the window and feel the mountain breeze blowing down from above, imagining how otherworldly and unattainable the green-robed goddess by the Tianchi Lake on the top of the mountain was.

Time flies and more than a month has passed.
Song Yan clearly felt the "bad" atmosphere.

Jian Xiu and Kou Xiu were approaching.

If this continues, the ancestral land of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan will soon be discovered, and then the Wuxiang Ancient Clan will have nowhere to escape.

However, he was not worried because Tang Ningxin was still in the ancestral bloodline. Perhaps this was another plan of the Wuxiang ancestor for sacrifice?

This thought only lasted until this evening, and then it came to an abrupt end.

When he returned in the evening, he was informed by familiar tribesmen that "the ancestor has decided to relocate the entire clan regardless of the ancestral lineage."

The Wuxiang Ancient Clan acted quickly.

Before Song Yan had time to reminisce about this ancestral land, he followed everyone else and headed northwest.

Before leaving, the tribe uniformly distributed a piece of "Xianwei Jade Stone", which can prevent people from getting lost and unable to return to the main group. Only the Wuxiang tribe can use it.

The next day.

The scenery of the mountains and forests gradually moved backwards.

The migrating Wuxiang people were all silent.

It is really desolate to leave the home where you have lived for thousands of years and find another place to settle down.

"Where are we going?" Song Yan casually asked his fellow tribesman beside him.

The tribesman shook his head and said, "Just follow the ancestor."

A few more days passed.

The people of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan lived at the foot of a mountain.

As night fell, a sound suddenly exploded in the darkness.

That was the voice of Elder Tang Yi.

"Run! Run! The sword cultivators are surrounding us!"

"Run first, and then gather somewhere else later!!"

Not long after the words fell, a rainbow light was seen breaking through the sky in the distance, its brilliance was so dazzling that it even illuminated the night sky. These were obviously the vanguard troops of the sword cultivators and bandit cultivators, but since they dared to show up, there must be late Divine Infant cultivators here, and there must be more than one!
Because these sword cultivators and bandit cultivators were unaware of the variable Song Yan, they were not sure whether the Wuxiang ancestor was in the clan.

They came here because they heard that in the Songya Secret Realm, there was a late Divine Infant who used secret methods to spread the news, telling them that "the murderer is the Formless Ancestor, and he is a celestial demon."

That's why they came.

Originally they were just approaching step by step, but after seeing the Wuxiang Ancient Clan retreating, they quickly caught up.

Now, those who arrived first are indeed just the vanguard, and the main force is still behind.

These pioneers were also very cautious. Even when they saw the disciples of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan fleeing quickly, they only ordered their monks to encircle them from both sides and chase them down.

At this moment, a sound of a zither like pearls and jade suddenly rose into the air. On the cliff, the goddess in green was sitting cross-legged with a scorched-tail zither in front of her knees. Her long jade-white fingers were slowly moving on the knife-like strings.

As if she sensed that a sword cultivator was chasing her family members, the green-robed goddess's expression turned cold, and she played the piano more rapidly, with waves of sound spreading to the surrounding area.

The next moment, the sword cultivator Kou Xiu from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan who was chasing them covered their ears and fell from mid-air.

Tang Ningxin stroked her fingers again, and the mighty piano sound immediately turned into a wall of sound, blocking the path of the pursuer. Then, she raised her head, her eyes emitting a playful look that seemed like a smile but not a smile.

The leading sword cultivator was certainly not ordinary, with a gaunt face, slightly frosted temples, clear eyes, hair tied up with a bamboo hairpin, wearing a green shirt and cloth shoes, a wooden sword wrapped with vines on his waist, and Mu Xuan following him as he walked.

He looked at Tang Ningxin on the cliff, bowed slightly, and introduced himself generously: "Sword Alliance, the leader of the Wufeng Sect of Qingzhu Mountain, He Yueren, greets Elder Ningxin."

Tang Ningxin glanced at the people coming and was basically sure that the first group were just sword cultivators. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Master He, coming to hunt down my clan at night is your Wufeng Sect's way of asking for swords?"

He Yueren said, "Elder Ning Xin, you are joking. You and I know what happened today. Why are you still playing dumb?"

While the two were talking, another sword cultivator came after them.

Tang Ning felt that this new batch of sword cultivators was filled with murderous aura, and he couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

She naturally knew that there were usually four types of sword cultivators in the Sword Alliance: the first was the worldly, the second was the noble, the third was the killing, and the fourth was the ruthless.
This group of people are obviously practicing the "King of Swords".

Sure enough, when the sword cultivators saw the disciples of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan fleeing in all directions, they all showed hideous and bloodthirsty grins and were about to chase and kill them.

But at this moment, the blue-shirted swordsman He Yueren said calmly: "Wait a minute."

The sword cultivators immediately stopped and did not move forward.

He Yueren stared at Tang Ningxin and said, "Elder Ningxin is playing the zither in the empty mountains while his clansmen are fleeing. It's real and fake, real and real, fake and fake. I can't tell clearly whether it's an ambush or he's just guilty.

Let's put it this way. I have a fight with you. If you lose and are dying, and no one comes to save you, I guess the ancestor is not here.

In this case, you should tell your clansmen to stop running around and follow me back to Biluo Mountain. After a thorough investigation, I can guarantee with my heart that as long as they are innocent disciples who are unaware of the situation, they will be safe!
Of course, if they are treacherous people who have colluded with the demons, the human race will not tolerate them, and neither will I!"

What he said was upright and aboveboard.

Tangning sneered, "Hypocrisy."

He Yueren said: "He, I have a clear conscience."

After saying this, he slowly placed his five fingers on the hilt of the vine-wrapped wooden sword, his voice low.

"Elder Ning Xin."

"Come and fight!!"

Song Yan's identity at this time was Tang Cheng, so he naturally fled all the way.

The tribesman who followed him and escaped with him was named Tang Shen. He was a brother who grew up with him.

The two of them also benefited from the "True Spirit Residual Jade". They were both in the early stage of Purple Mansion at this time, otherwise the task of patrolling outside would not have been assigned to them.

After all, in this Level 2 cultivation area, if one has not even entered the Purple Mansion Realm, then one will be at the mercy of others.

The two of them communicated with each other through telepathy as they ran.

Tang Shen said in a deep voice: "Brother Cheng, I always feel that something is wrong."

Song Yan naturally knew that for ordinary members of the tribe, even though they knew that the clan leader was using the dragon bone blood flag to collect souls and create killings, they would never know about the deeds of the "Yin Yang Mysterious Dragon".

Even he still had many doubts about the Wuxiang Ancestor.

He nodded and said, "Shen'er, stop talking and run first."

Tang Shen sighed and said, "I was looking forward to finding a genius from a sect as my Taoist partner. Now my clan's Taoist partner is no longer limited to my own clan, so I was still looking for one, but this happened." Song Yan said, "You still want a woman now?"

Tang Shen said: "Brother Cheng, if I die and you are still alive, you can burn a paper beauty for me. I like the ones with a bit of flesh. Be careful when you burn them. Practice, practice, practice every day. Alas, I am really tired of it."

Song Yan said: "Your heart is not strong enough!"

Tang Shen said: "What does it matter if it is strong or not? There are so many heroes, geniuses and evildoers in this world. Compared with them, cultivators like us are just mortals.

Let's not talk about anything else. You said that Patriarch Song. I still remember that he was just an ordinary Purple Mansion cultivator. Do you think that ordinary people like us can compare to him?"

Song Yan felt a little emotional when he heard this. In fact, if he didn't have extraordinary wisdom and if he didn't spend tens of thousands of years practicing, how could he have achieved what he has today?
After all, he is actually just a mortal with a mortal heart that longs for freedom and enjoyment.

He was just lucky enough to hold the jade in his hands, but he was guilty of possessing the jade, and then he had to keep dodging the pursuit and blockade of those true geniuses, true superiors, and true monsters.

"Yeah, how can we compare to them?" Song Yanchang sighed longer, but the "they" he mentioned was not some damn Old Ancestor Song, but the master of heaven and earth, the mysterious old man he saw in the void, and this vast unknown world.

Tang Shen felt that he was a mortal.

Doesn't he feel so?
Song Yan suddenly smiled again and said, "Actually, I've been to the Mortal City before and felt the benefits of beauty."

Tang Shen said: "Brother Cheng, you are so good, you didn't even call me!"

Song Yan said: "Aren't you practicing? Do you want me to stop disturbing you?"

The two of them were communicating with each other, seemingly chatting and laughing, but in fact they were just using this tone to ease each other's tension.

And at this moment, an extremely strong roar, accompanied by energy that almost tore the sky apart, came from afar.

They both turned their heads at the same time and spread their consciousness, only to see a green shadow flying backwards between the towering mountains. The mountains collapsed and the wall of sound shattered.

Both of them looked pale.

Tang Shen said in a trembling voice: "Ancestor Ning Xin has been defeated."

Song Yan said: "Run away!!"

The two of them immediately accelerated and headed northwest.

He Yueren's voice rang out from the sky: "Ancestor Ning Xin neither admits defeat nor wants to gather his people to follow me back to Biluo Mountain. Then... I can't blame you."

After saying that, he waved his hand.

Many sword cultivators fell like rain, sword lights covered the sky, and came from afar.

He Yueren also turned into a rainbow light and chased Tang Ningxin from afar.

Tang Shen didn't know how long he had been running, but the sky was already bright and the sun was shining in the sky, casting a pale golden glow.

Song Yan could probably sense that Tang Ningxin had escaped.

Ancestor Ning Xin really tried his best to help his people escape, but he was still powerless in the face of the army arranged by the sword cultivators and the bandits to encircle and suppress the "Formless Ancestor". At this time, he could only fly to the northwest, burning his blood and essence all the way, and using up all his trump cards.

What came to his mind at this moment was not escaping or turning the tide, but doubt.

The Wuxiang Ancient Clan abandoned their ancestral lineage and fled. Does this mean that the Wuxiang Ancestor has no intention of returning? Or is he making other plans?

It was just a matter of time. In an instant, the Wuxiang Ancient Clan turned from hunters into prey.

A thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, and at this moment he felt something in his heart. Suddenly he saw a swordsman in a green shirt with slightly gray hair standing on the path not far away.

If this swordsman is not He Yueren, then who else could he be?
He Yueren's appearance here can only mean one thing, that is, Tang Ningxin has completely escaped the encirclement.

"It seems that Tang Cheng's identity will be revealed here." Song Yan sighed secretly in his heart.

If he were to be killed at that time, he would simply shed his karma and escape in a flash.

While he was thinking about it, Tang Shen in front of him had already changed his expression drastically, and then he suddenly turned around and ran. He had also used his spiritual sense to scan He Yueren in front of him.

But as soon as he moved, the green light came over.

He Yueren appeared behind the two of them like a ghost and asked calmly, "Where are you two going?"

Song Yan glanced at Tang Shen, who was already terrified beyond measure.

"Shen'er, run away."

Song Yan did not transmit his thoughts, but spoke directly.

His voice was trembling too.

But his eyes were bravely looking at the shadow of He Yueren opposite him.

However, since he was ready to give up this identity, he naturally wanted to use it to save the people around him and show his brotherly love. At the same time, he wanted to take a closer look at the He Yue people and add another general to his shadow puppetry.

When Tang Shen heard these three words, he unexpectedly did not run away. Instead, he gritted his teeth and asked, "How to run away?"

Song Yan smiled and said, “You haven’t even touched a woman, it would be a pity if you died, so I’m here today.

If you don't die, you can burn a paper beauty for me someday.

If you die, run faster and catch up with me."

After saying that, he slowly summoned out his flying sword, ready to wait for Tang Shen to run away, then delay He Yueren for a while, and then quickly get rid of this karma and find a new identity.

He's already good at this kind of thing.

The relationship between him and Tang Shen is limited to his identity as Tang Cheng.

But something unexpected happened.

Tang Shen did not run away, but gasped for breath, also summoned a flying sword, stood beside him, and said cheerfully: "You and I are really brothers. We cannot live together, but we can die together."

Two men, two flying swords, facing together the monk who was impossible for them to defeat. However, there was no longer any fear in the eyes of both of them, only the heroic spirit of facing death with indifference.

The next moment, it will be the eternal separation between life and death.

And they were ready to die.

However, He Yueren did not take action. He glanced at the two disciples of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan and suddenly said, "Let's go."

After that, he pointed to the east and said, "Everyone knows that you are running to the northwest, why don't you change direction?"

Immediately, the swordsman in green disappeared from the spot.

This was another long-awaited surprise for Song Yan, which made him think of Nanwu Jianmen and the bright side of this world.

"Master He is really a pure swordsman." Tang Shen sighed, "He must be practicing the mortal sword way, and he values ​​friendship the most. We are lucky."

"Don't take any chances, run away quickly." Song Yan rushed east again.

At this point, although he has noticed something unusual, he still can't figure out what the Wuxiang Ancestor is planning. The best thing to do is to follow him to the secluded place. After all, there is no guarantee that the Wuxiang Ancestor wants to eliminate the potential crisis by escaping, or he may be trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

It is possible that the Wuxiang Ancestor let his tribe members escape and then wait for an opportunity to take away the ancestral bloodline.

Song Yan thought while running away.

The two followed the direction of the He Yue people and really did not encounter any blockades. They ran all the way and lived in seclusion in a small valley for two months. Seeing that there was no wind or waves around, they quietly turned northwest to meet up with their tribesmen.

Next year
Mirage ravine.

There is still enough mysterious energy here, but it is also a place where monsters and beasts live, the most common of which are mirage monsters.

When a mortal enters this place, he would think he has entered a fairy palace deep in the mountains. He would go deeper and deeper amid the play of celestial maidens, and then sit at the dining table and be eaten for lunch while he is thinking about how lucky he is.

It wouldn’t be much different for ordinary monks to enter.

However, the remaining disciples of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan have gathered here.

There are only about 600 people left.

The barrier formed by the formation has expanded to the size of a small village in the mirage-filled fog.

"From now on, we will practice here. When the situation outside calms down, we will make plans." Tang Ningxin looked at the remaining tribesmen and felt unhappy. But when he thought of the ancestor and the tribesmen who were still alive, he calmed down and said secretly: "I am not wrong, I am not wrong! The world is about to fall, and it is difficult to survive. If the ancestor can survive in the end, then there is still hope for our Wuxiang Ancient Clan! For this goal, no matter how many sacrifices are made, it is worth it!"

Finally, a tribe member couldn't help but ask: "Ancestor, why is it like this?"

Tang Ningxin lowered her eyes sadly, but did not answer. She just said calmly: "From now on, our clan will no longer be divided into your lineage and my lineage. Instead, we will share the skills and practice the secrets together. When we become strong, we will leave this valley again!"

After saying that, she waved her long sleeves, came to the edge of the formation, sat cross-legged, and entered into meditation.

The remaining members of the tribe had no choice but to settle down here.

In the blink of an eye, another two years passed.

Song Yan never waited for the formless ancestor.

Although he had plenty of patience and time, he now realized that the other party might have other plans.

He secretly sighed in his heart: "Just because of a guess without any evidence, they are willing to give up the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. This is really a heroic act and extremely decisive.

As expected, none of these old monsters are easy to deal with. I have to be extra careful, lest I capsize in the gutter and die before crossing the sea of ​​suffering.'

Song Yan observed for a few more days and saw that Tang Ning really wanted to practice here for a few decades first. So he took the opportunity of going out to search for practice resources in Shenquejian to take out Tang Cheng's body from the storage space, threw it into the depths of the mirage domain, and then shed the cause and effect and left decisively.

Once cause and effect are gone, there will no longer be Tang Cheng in the world.

In the following time, Song Yan went around in circles, searching for the whereabouts of the formless ancestor.

The entire Level 2 cultivation area suddenly became chaotic.

All of a sudden, many factors of unrest that had been latent in the past began to surface, one after another, with demons confusing people's minds, monks fighting for opportunities, and chaos everywhere.

Song Yan's transformation lasted for a full twenty years.

In the past twenty years, he has not found any trace of the Wuxiang ancestor, and even the secret realm of the ancestral vein of the Wuxiang ancient clan has not moved at all.

However, it was not all without gain.

During these twenty years, he successfully transformed seven late Divine Infant masters into shadow puppets and stored them in his own shadow. Together with the original He Yueren, Qiu Baiwei, and Yin Yang Xuanlong, there are now ten masters in total.

Although he only has 60% to 70% of the original owner's strength, Song Yan can still use "Hundred Demonic Shadows" to gather these nine figures into one, and the power will be unimaginable.

However, he never had the chance to try it.

On this day, he watched another great battle, but still did not find any trace of the formless ancestor. He could not help but feel moved: the only way for the Bitter Sea Dragon Clan to escape from the Bitter Sea is by offering sacrifices.

The Wuxiang Ancestor must have been eager to offer sacrifice. After so many battles, it is impossible for him not to take action until now even if he could be patient. The only explanation is that he is no longer here.

It seems that he not only cut off his own arm, but also overturned the chessboard he had been planning for many years.

Seriously and decisively.

This beast must not be allowed to stay!
Song Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The karmic relationship between him and the Wuxiang Ancestor became deeper and deeper, and the fact that the other party could endure to such an extent made his murderous intent even stronger.

More than a month later.

The ancient teleportation array flashed.

Song Yan suddenly appeared at the bottom of the sea.

This is a level 1 cultivation site, the former site of Wangjian City, which has long since become a paradise for natural disaster beasts.

Song Yan observed for a moment, concealed his breath, took out the old map, and began to fly westward.

To the west are the Night King Ancient Clan, Ice Mirror Soul Threshold and Savage Land, and the Formless Ancient Clan.
He wanted to visit the old site of the Wuxiang ancient clan first.

(End of this chapter)