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Chapter 275 274. The Gate of Hell, the Secret Fight of Saints (6.4K words - Please subscribe)
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Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked down at the formation embryo again. The formation embryo should have been marked with many strokes by him, but there was nothing on it.

"Daddy?" Poxu Yuzhuang looked at him worriedly.

Song Yan said: "Was I just in a daze?"

Po Xu Yuzhuang nodded.

Song Yan handed over the blank array embryo and said, "Yuzhuang, there is something wrong with this talisman. Daddy can't draw it."

Po Xu Yu Zhuang said, "Then I will do it."

After saying that, she began to carve on the array embryo stroke by stroke.

Song Yan used this time to scan the panel again. There was still a question mark and three lines of information in the [Boundary Spirit] column. The second line read: [This boundary spirit is indeed your boundary spirit].

He glanced again at the little white tiger sleeping in his natal realm, and recalled the scene where the little white tiger had just stretched out its claws to help him avoid disaster.

Po Xu Yuzhuang painted very quickly. After a short while, she had covered the array embryo with strange array patterns. She held up the array embryo and said, "Daddy, what next?"

Song Yan glanced at the array embryo, only to find that the array patterns on it were twisted and dazzling, and he felt dizzy and uncomfortable, as if he had eaten rotten leftovers and then turned around three hundred times in the same place.

He retracted his gaze, and while using the "Great Freedom Realm" to absorb the endless obsession of the demons, he looked at Poxu Yuzhuang and said, "You have mastered the same formation knowledge as me."

As soon as the words were spoken, they took effect immediately.

Xiaobai's hand dropped from the sky and took the reward.

Suddenly, Song Yan's pupils narrowed slightly.

Because this time, he discovered something unusual.

It's not the abnormality of Master Wa, but his own abnormality.

As the "words come true", he could feel a momentary chill added to his soul, like putting a strand of frozen gossamer in warm water, but the chill disappeared in an instant.

He had actually felt this chill before, but this chill was so small that he naturally thought it was "automatic dissolution."

But after experiencing what happened just now with the formation, he suddenly realized: some gloomy feelings cannot be resolved automatically.

He used the power of "his words make things happen" and let the "Demon Body of Ten Thousand Forms" die in his place. It seemed that he was hiring Master Wa to work for him without limits, but in fact, he was also paying the real price.

If this gloomy feeling is not resolved, but accumulates over time, the outcome will be unimaginable, and this is the real price to be paid for "misusing the holy power".

Skynet is restored, sparse but not leaking.

How can a saint be mocked?
So, if he didn't resolve it himself, who did?
Song Yan actually had a "chilly feeling" when he first absorbed ghost cultivators to break through the three realms of Xuanhuang, but since when was he exempted from this "chilly feeling"?

Suddenly, Song Yan had an epiphany: it turned out that the powerful one was not him, but the white tiger spirit in his soul.

'Thanks. '

He said silently.

The little white tiger showed no expression at all in a haughty manner. Instead, it twisted its body and laid its sideways face between its two furry paws. At the same time, it arched its body left and right, causing the characters on Song Yan's natal realm to move around. Except for the natal character "freedom", the remaining black and white colors representing "Wu" and "Zang" were much lighter.

"Hello." Song Yan shouted again.

The little white tiger buried his face completely between his paws.

Song Yan was stunned, thinking to himself: "Are you disliking me?"

But he felt relieved in an instant.

If his guess is correct, then the little white tiger's origin is very great.

He was probably a powerful being in the Ninth Heaven who had no other way to go, so he took advantage of the opportunity of him breaking through the three realms of Xuanhuang, rode on the "Light of the Six Paths of the Realm Spirit", and then it came into his soul, and he had no choice but to become a realm spirit like him, an ant.

Many thoughts flashed through her mind, and Yu Zhuang's eyes lit up as she said, "Daddy, I understand!"

After saying that, she turned around and ran to the side to create a large formation.

Several months later, Yuzhuang completed a large formation.

There are nine flags in the formation.

Song Yanxu held the formation and thought to himself: "Practice with this formation."

A short line of information immediately appeared: [You cannot open the gate to the underworld].

"Daddy, I wonder what the use of this formation is." Yu Zhuang was also full of anticipation. She felt very close to this formation.

Song Yan retracted his five fingers and said, "This formation is the formation to open the gate to the underworld."

Po Xu Yu Zhuang asked in surprise: "Is the home behind the door my home?"

Song Yan said: "I don't know."

Immediately, he added: "You decide whether to open it or not."

Poxu Yuzhuang held the formation and felt it for a long time, then said, "It's very warm. Yuzhuang decided to open it."

After a while.
"open!"

"open!"

The flags of the formation had been placed in various places, but no matter how Xiao Yuzhuang screamed, she just couldn't activate the formation.

She lowered her head in frustration.

Song Yan encouraged calmly: "Now that you have a direction, continue to practice and try again after you break through the Xuanhuang realm."

After that, he looked at Poxu Yuzhuang, stroked her head gently, and said word by word: "Improve. One hundred years of cultivation."

Five thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

On the Five Elements Sky-Sweeping Boat
The eyes of the dragon corpse that served as the ship suddenly opened a little, and then slowly expanded, revealing the pale pupils inside. The dragon mouth that was covered with frost and black iron slowly opened, and an unquestionable majestic voice uttered: "Return to headquarters!"

As soon as the words fell, Ling Qianyi and other incarnations of Song Yan immediately responded respectfully.

"Yes!"

The dragon corpse's eyes slowly closed.

The world of Emperor's heart is at the edge of the sea of ​​suffering.
This world has been completely destroyed, and the exposed ruins and dark yellow matter are exactly the same as what Song Yan saw in the void that year.

In such a world, the sea of ​​suffering it is connected to should have dried up long ago, but the fact is that four layers of the sea of ​​suffering have dried up, but the fifth layer still exists.

Because the fifth layer is where the first Purple Sky Sea of ​​Bitterness in the Nine Heavens is located, and it is opened by the red spider lily, it is naturally not affected by the destruction of this world.

The Han sisters and even Xiaobing have become the biggest beneficiaries of these five thousand years.

Five thousand years was originally only enough for the Han sisters to consolidate their strength in the early stage of the second realm of Xuanhuang, but now the two sisters have directly stepped into the late stage of the third realm of Xuanhuang.

One gave birth to the "Light Clan" and the other gave birth to the "Dark Night Clan", and both clans exist in the natal realm of the soul.

The saying "When one person succeeds, the whole family will prosper" is just like this.

Even Ning Yunmiao sighed: There are not many people in the world with such great luck as the Han sisters.

There aren't many, but that doesn't mean there aren't any, nor is it unique, nor is it unprecedented and unrivaled.
It’s because this world is too profound, too mysterious, and has too many unsolved mysteries.

As for Xiao Bing, due to congenital deficiency and the loss of its master, it would take an unknown amount of time to reach the late stage of Xuan Huang, but with the help of "Words Come True", it also ascended to the late stage of the third realm of Xuan Huang, and in the process, it also let Song Yan see the method of "self-cultivation of the realm spirit" - it was just like a normal cultivator, but it did not look for the natal talisman outside, but looked for itself. After finding it, it evolved its own realm step by step, but because the realm spirit was its own, it no longer had a realm spirit.

The one who feels the most aggrieved should be Yuzhuang.

Po Xu Yu Zhuang originally thought that she had comprehended the characters of her natal talisman and was not far from breaking through the Xuan Huang realm, but the opposite happened.

During these five thousand years, she had gained countless improvements, and felt that her understanding of her natal talisman was slowly improving. However, she could not comprehend the complete natal talisman, let alone open the formation of the "Gate of the Underworld".

At this time, after receiving the news from the Five Elements Sky-Snatching Boat, Song Yan opened his eyes by the sea of ​​suffering.

Although his realm has not improved over the years, he has taken advantage of every opportunity to use the "words come true" method to improve his strength.

Originally, he could only control a dozen avatars of the same realm, but now his spiritual power is terrifyingly powerful, and the number of his avatars scattered around has reached one hundred and thirty-five.

You know, in order to become his incarnation, one must at least be able to travel through the stars and be able to ride an airship to come before him. In other words, one must at least be at the second level of Xuanhuang.

It's still his.

And if they went to a place for cultivation, Han Lingzi's "Dark Night Clan" would be like him, quickly controlling the cultivators of the same realm and transforming them all into external incarnations.

The so-called "Night Clan" is a terrifying race that can obtain some of Song Yan's power through Han Lingzi to perform their own methods.

Each of them can take away a person's body and thoughts.

Coupled with the rapid recovery of the "Light Clan", it would be even more terrifying.

This is a group of beings that are even more terrifying than ghost cultivators.

Ghost cultivators at least follow the principle of "first the person dies, then slowly nurtures him, and then transforms him into someone who inherits some of the memory and power of the deceased."
And Song Yan, the Han sisters, these three people together can definitely be called: pollution.

Song Yan is the "source of pollution".

Han Lingzi "expanded pollution".

Han Weizi "keeps supplying".

The three formed an iron triangle.

If they were to descend upon a place like the Western Netherworld at this time, these three people would be able to replace all the high-level officials of the Changfeng Immortal Dynasty in an instant, and outsiders would not even be able to detect any abnormalities.

At this time, Song Yan said: "The Five Spirits Heavenly Demon Palace took the initiative to contact us."

After experiencing the "soaring to the sky"-like pleasure, the Han sisters had already had a strong desire to perform.

Han Lingzi rubbed his hands and said, "Let's go and take a look. We are not afraid of them! When the time comes, I will occupy the entire Five Spirits Heavenly Demon Palace!"

Han Weizi also said excitedly: "My dear, when we were still in the Western Underworld, the Semi-Saint of the Demon Mountain Domain began to draw people from various sects. Now it seems that a war is about to break out between the two sides!

The Five Elements Sky-Plundering Boat was summoned by the Five Spirits Demon Palace to return, probably to gather forces in an attempt to gain some benefits or do something in this war.

Why don't we sneak in without anyone noticing, fish in troubled waters, and secretly see what the Blood River Sect is going to do."

Han Lingzi said: "Yes, yes, it's been so long, and no one has been able to find us. The name of the Great Demon should only exist on the Evil Demon List. Now it is more important for them to decide the winner between the good and evil forces."

Ning Yunmiao remained silent, but was somewhat tempted, because she had seen how powerful Song Yan had been over the years and how many incarnations he had outside.

Although Song Yanming appeared to be in the late third realm of Xuanhuang, the combat power he actually displayed was too terrifying. It was not what a strong man in the third realm of Xuanhuang should have.

Now, she was worried about Grandpa and the brothers in the Sword Palace, and she wanted to take this opportunity to go and take a look. She looked at Song Yan and said, "Brother, you make a decision. Opportunities are rare, and now is our chance to hide in the Five Elements Sky-Snatching Boat and quietly leave.

By then, even if the Five Spirits Demon Palace will send new demons to board the ship, with your current strength you can easily transform them into external incarnations.

All we need to worry about are the higher-ups in the Five Spirits Demon Palace.

However, we are only a Five Elements Sky-Snatching Boat, so I don’t think there is any chance for us to meet the higher-ups. We can only gather together, follow orders, go somewhere, and launch attacks on the righteous. ”

The young ladies chatted with each other, full of anticipation.

Song Yan sat cross-legged. The tree on the other side of the river behind him had grown to more than half a person's height, with slender branches and bright red flowers. The powerful gravitational force was forcibly opening the passage to the Sea of ​​Bitterness of Zixiaotian, causing an endless stream of demonic obsessions to flow through it, turning into the price for his words to come true.

He looked at the exposed seabed in front of him.

The bitter sea of ​​the fourth-level Xiuxuan land had actually been purified by him long ago. All the demons were gone, and all the obsessions disappeared. All that was left was a vast expanse of blue. However, this special sea disappeared with the end of the world.

This area is destined to become an absolute ruin after the departure of the Five Elements Sky-Snatching Boat. It will be forgotten and no one will ever set foot there again.

That.
Where better than here?

Song Yan finished thinking, he looked at Ning Yunmiao and the other three girls and said: "Senior sister, Xiao Wei'er, Xiao Lingdang, we are not going anywhere, we are here."

The three girls were a little discouraged.

But none of them objected.

Because, in their daily interactions with Song Yan, they have long understood: when being with this man, it is best to lose your brain, and whatever this man says is what it is, and it is absolutely correct.

Song Yan smiled and said, "Do you feel that there is no room for advancement, that this opportunity is rare, and that it is boring to stay here?"

The three women were silent.

Song Yan said: "Xiao Wei'er, Xiao Lingdang is fine, but why can't you stay here, Senior Sister?"

Ning Yunmiao said: "I cultivate in the mortal world, and I have always walked in the mortal world. I am not the kind of old turtle who has been cultivating for tens of thousands of years somewhere."

Song Yan smiled frankly and said, "I am."

Ning Yunmiao rolled her eyes.

She already knew how shameless her man was.

No matter how you humiliate him, scold him, or laugh at him, he will remain indifferent to what he doesn't want to do; but no one can stop him from doing what he wants to do.

Song Yan thought for a moment, murmured, "The mortal world?", and then looked at the dried-up seabed of the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

There is a terrifying whirlpool in the center of the seabed. The Zixiao Tianmo constitutes the main body of the whirlpool, forming a passage connecting to the tree on the other side.

He said, “There needs to be a tower to cover the passage.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the vortex disappeared, or rather, a huge tower tens of thousands of feet high formed around the vortex. The top of the tower was not closed, but like a chimney, it carried an endless stream of demonic obsession towards Song Yan.

He added: "Let there be light, to illuminate this earth."

As soon as the words fell, a light appeared. It was a projection of sun fire that appeared out of thin air.

He added: "There must be night, so that this land can rest and recuperate."

A shadow of lunar fire appeared out of thin air and turned into a bright moon.

Song Yan continued: "There must be forests, rivers, mountains, and deserts."

As the words fell, the dry sea of ​​suffering suddenly showed signs of life. The tall tower that originally stood in the center of the dark wasteland suddenly changed its environment and became a mysterious tower sitting in the center of the Yincui Forest.

Song Yan said: "There must be life, birds and beasts."

Six long rivers fell here, and time seemed to speed up. Life was being born rapidly, bird eggs appeared out of thin air, and the eggshells broke quickly. Everything seemed to be accelerated by tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of times.

Soon, the silent world became lively.

Song Yan continued: "There must be people, villages, towns, and countries."

As his words fell, everything on the earth below emerged with precision.

Suddenly, he looked at his senior sisters beside him, Han Lingzi and Han Weizi, and asked, "Do you want to see my past?"

The three girls, who were originally feeling bored because of Song Yan's rejection, suddenly became interested and nodded.

Song Yan said: "There must be the Three Kingdoms, there must be the Puppet Sect, there must be the Southern Wu Sword Sect, and there must be the Fox Grandma who brought the only descendant of the King Tiger from the Mountain and Sea Monster Clan to the Wei Kingdom."

His words were like a decree. Great Lord Wa was busy running around, rapidly reproducing everything below according to the memory in his mind, until it was reproduced to the earliest day.

Song Yan raised his finger and split into a mortal incarnation, which fell towards the Puppet Sect and the original scene.

The new errand disciples lined up one by one, and Song Yan's incarnation was among them.
"Song Yan." The fierce man in black armor called out his name.

"Here." Song Yan walked out.

"You go to the leather workshop and assist the formal disciples."

"Yes."

All of this is not an illusion, nor is it a fake person, but a real existence, a complete replica, as if all the acquaintances have come back to life, they have the same appearance, experience and independent thinking ability as in memory. Except, they are not the original person.
But what is the definition of being alive? If one day in the future, a person appears who has the same experience, the same appearance, and the same memories as you, and this person is not created, but is born of nature like you, does that mean that you are reborn?
Song Yan saw the new Wang Susu, Qi Yao, and Qiu Lianyue
There are some regrets that he wants to make up for now.

For example, he never spent his life with Qiu Lianyue, allowed Master Fu Rong to be killed by Grandma Fox, watched Junior Sister Xiao Jiu being killed by the Puppet Sect, had a rift with Junior Sister An Li, killed Pei Xuehan in the King's Soul Threshold, was unable to go to Xingluo Territory in advance to meet Yuzhuang, etc., etc.
Anyway, there is plenty of time now.

He wanted to put a beautiful end to all the regrets he had experienced.

Song Yan created the world with his own hands, and sat on the clouds of the former world, while entering the game with his incarnation.

The Five Elements Sky-Snatching Boat from outside the sky has already been ordered to leave. No one will ever visit this piece of world on the edge of the Nanxing Abyss again, and naturally no one will notice that there are still people in the ruins of heaven and earth here.

Five hundred years passed in a flash.
Hanhai Area, Tianqi Sword Palace, Qingzhu Mountain
Snap, crackle, crackle, crackle.
The fire was burning fiercely. The mysterious tree in front of the deep green pool had already developed some spirituality and was now screaming in the fire.

Amid the shrill cries, the water in the pond began to mist up, and due to the high temperature it turned into steam which rose up, making the originally scenic mountain range hazy.

Bang! !

A black chess piece broke through the air and fell, knocking a white-robed monk who was being besieged by a crowd to the ground, and then suppressed him tightly.

Immediately afterwards, the black and white chess pieces fell in a crisscross pattern, like a comet dragging a long tail, one by one, layer by layer, completely suppressing the white-robed monk who still wanted to struggle.

"Chess fanatic" Mo Wuzheng slowly fell from the sky, his eyes were bloodshot, and when he looked down at the white-robed monk who was intimidated by the chess pieces, he said calmly: "Brother Chen Xiao, how are you?"

Ning Chenxiao glanced at the expressionless monks around him, then looked at Mo Wuzheng, and said in a deep voice: "The battle between good and evil is at a critical juncture. The elders of the Sword Palace have rushed to the front line, so this time the Demon Mountain Region has brewed a plan to attack our Sword Palace.
Fellow Daoists who do not fight, please do not make mistakes. Since ancient times, evil has never triumphed over good, and the first war between the righteous and the evil in the Blood River Era was a clear proof of this!
The chaos at this moment will be fleeting, and soon a strong man from the Sword Palace will come out to take charge of the situation. Why do you have to attack me now?
Are you blaming me for not giving you an extra move when we played chess on a normal day?"

Mo Wuzheng looked at him with a smile.

Ning Chenxiao stopped struggling and said sternly: "The Sword Palace treats you well, but the Demonic Path is cunning, how can they really tolerate you? Friends without disputes! Don't be stubborn!"

"Ah"

“Hahahahaha!!”

Mo Wuzheng laughed loudly. He lowered his head and looked down at Ning Chenxiao, saying, "Why don't you look at me?"

Without waiting for the latter's answer, Mo Wuzheng continued to talk to himself: "Or do you want to pretend that you can't see the red in my eyes, and pretend that you can't recognize that the group of monks besieging you are blood demons?"

Ning Chenxiao said, "What blood demon? Didn't the blood demon disappear a long time ago? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Mo Wuzheng said, "Okay, Fellow Daoist Chen Xiao, the reminiscing is over. The higher-ups are very, very, very concerned about the Three Realms Forbidden Scrolls, so they asked me to take advantage of the chaos to interrogate you and see what's hidden in your memory."

He grinned grimly, and his five fingers dropped, reaching towards Ning Chenxiao's soul.

Ning Chenxiao wanted to struggle, but was suppressed by the powerful blood demons around him.

He could only watch the hand getting closer and closer
After a long while, Mo Wuzheng narrowed his eyes and murmured, "Sure enough, Ning Yunmiao faked his death. It seems that Master Xuehe's affairs have been known.

To strike first is to be strong, but to strike later is to suffer disaster.

But how could that boy hide so well?

I searched everywhere, but couldn't find any trace.

However, since it has been confirmed that Ning Yunmiao faked his death, she must stay with that boy.

Before, we had to be on guard when we used the Guanchen Jade Disk, but now that it is Ning Yunmiao, the search is much easier.

The Three Realms Forbidden Scriptures, the master has obtained the character Xi, and only Wa is left, and then..."

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

Pieces of information converge somewhere.

The huge dark red outline was listening.

But all the information is.No.

Ning Yunmiao seemed to have completely evaporated from this world.

The dark red outline said: "Yagyu, what do you think?"

The male cultivator with a dead leaf pattern on his forehead said: "He must have hidden in some corner. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack."

The dark red figure groaned for a moment and said, "My real body is sealing the word Xi. With him in charge, there shouldn't be any problem. As for me, I plan to go find that kid myself.

Your ability is valuable, and you should not leave lightly, but the disciple you brought with you can leave with me."

Liu Sheng bowed respectfully and said "yes", then continued: "Although the master has not woken up, you contain most of his will. You can find the young man by transforming into thousands of incarnations. However, the Sword Palace is in turmoil, and the battle between good and evil is still going on. What should we do?"

The dark red outline said, "In the Blood River Era, the righteous path won, so this time it's time for the evil path to win."

Yagyu said respectfully: "I understand. I will go and prepare to join the Demonic Path."

After that, he asked again: "Which demon sect should we join?"

The dark red outline said: "Five Spirits Heavenly Demon Palace."

Yagyu looked puzzled.

The dark red outline said, "The Palace Master won't be alive for many days. His body was originally a balance between 'Hou' and 'Zang', but 'Hou Sheng' escaped a long time ago. The Palace Master is now almost completely controlled by Zang Sheng."

Yagyu nodded.

The dark red figure thought for a moment and said, "Song Yan's body also contains 'Wa' and 'Zang'. Logically, he cannot escape the surveillance of 'Zang Sheng'.

But the last time I contacted the Zang Saint Sect, he told me that Zang was about to be completely squeezed out, otherwise why would I need to go there in person? "

(End of this chapter)