Great Transcendence

Chapter 122 Profound Fire Altar
The mountain peaks in southern Xinjiang are completely different from the mountains in the Central Plains. They are less beautiful and quiet, and more majestic and steep.

Under the night, the rolling mountains stand majestically, criss-crossing, looking from afar, they reveal a sense of chilling.

Lin Yi stood with his hands behind his back and looked up. After two lower mountains and a relatively flat wilderness, four tall mountains suddenly rose above the ground, interlocking and forming a valley.

Behind these four tall mountains, under the vast night, there are countless shadows, which are the boundless Hundred Thousand Mountains on the border of southern border.Among the four peaks in the front is the famous Fenxiang Valley.

The night was dark, the moon hung high, and there were a few shimmering stars in the sky.

Under the cold and clear light, there seems to be mist in the valley in the distance, floating lightly, looking like a veil of mist, like a dream.

There are yin and yang qi surging outside Lin Yi's body, blurring the boundary between reality and illusion, as if there is nothing but nothing.Like a mysterious ghost, he quietly walked into Fenxiang Valley.

Not long after walking forward, what came oncoming was a patchwork of palaces and pavilions.

Fenxiang Valley is known as one of the three pillars of the world's righteous way. Although it keeps a low profile on weekdays, it is a big school that has flourished for 800 years. What gradually emerged along the way is the foundation of this school.

Under the darkness of night, there are only a dozen or so pathways, large or small, connected to each other, spreading out like blood vessels of a human body, and going deep into the darkness deep in Fenxiang Valley.

On both sides of the road, there are ordinary disciples' residences, or tall and majestic palaces. Among these buildings, there are mostly flowers and trees, including green bamboos and plum blossoms, and bright and magnificent peonies and peonies. The halls are integrated into one, each with its own style.

In contrast, Lin Yi built Baiyun City on the top of Kongsang Mountain, which was full of nouveau riche.

This is the precipitation of time, not overnight.

Lin Yi chose a path at random and walked forward. The night was long and he had plenty of time.

Fenxiang Valley occupies a huge area, and the path is deep and winding, leading to the depths of the valley.

It didn't take long before there were no other houses around.

There are trees and flowers on both sides of the road. When the night wind blows, under the light of the moon in the sky, the shadows of the trees are whirling. It looks like some kind of demon dancing wildly, revealing a bit of weirdness.

Not long after walking, a white stone tablet suddenly appeared beside the road, engraved with two lines of big characters: "The profound fire is heavy, disciple stop!"

A smile appeared on Lin Yi's face, thinking in his heart: "I'm so lucky today, I found my destination for the first time."

Although the stone tablet looks ordinary, it is a place of demarcation.

After passing the stele, although the trail still stretches forward in a winding way, the trees and flowers on both sides of the road are obviously much less.

First, the grass on the ground gradually disappeared, then the low shrubs, and finally even the dense trees on both sides gradually became sparse.

Not to mention that the ground began to crack, even the few remaining trees had turned yellow withered bodies and branches. It seemed that the surrounding area was extremely short of water and the land was scorched.

After turning a corner, there was a large open space ahead, and a heat wave came from nowhere.

In the center of the open space is a huge circular altar, the bottom of which is suspended in the air, and thirteen huge stone pillars made of white jade with a height of three feet support the entire altar.

Among them, there are twelve white jade stone pillars on the edge of the altar, each of which is as thick as two people hugging, and the thickest white jade stone pillar in the middle of the altar, it seems that at least five or six people can hug it.

And above the altar, all the buildings are built with a strange red stone, the steps and railings are all like this.

From a distance, this altar is simply a huge burning crimson flame, piercing the sky.

Lin Yi stood under this altar, almost like an ant, extremely small.

This is the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancestors in southern Xinjiang and a symbol of human civilization.

Great wisdom must be carried by a great civilization.Otherwise it's just a thinking monkey, not a "person".

After Lin Yi walked around the altar, he made a formula and fled underground.

Below the altar is an active volcano that seems to be about to erupt. The hot magma is roaring, just like the raging ocean tide, it keeps rising and falling, and the splashed magma hits the hard rock wall. rustle.

Xuan Huo Jian appeared behind Lin Yi's head, and the general outline of the Nine Heavens Fire Mansion unfolded slowly like a peerless scroll.

The spiritual power accumulated in the volcano for countless years poured in like a river breaking its embankment.

In the general formation of the Nine Heavens Fire Mansion, a spiral galaxy emerged. In the bright galaxy, there were seven kills of white tigers.

The cycle of the five elements is endless, rapidly refining the incoming spiritual power.

Spells flew out one after another, Qingyu Riding the Wind Jue, Qiankun Yuanqi Lock, Qi Thunder Art..., the 360 ​​five kinds of spells contained in the Dragon and Tiger Commander's True Law of Controlling Ten Thousand Beasts were all upgraded by one level soon .

The spells of the Tiangang series are 36-fold, and the spells of the Disha series are 72-fold. Although Lin Yi is stuck on the threshold of the third level, the former can be cultivated to No.18, and the latter is 36.

Although the volcano has accumulated a lot of spiritual power, it can't stop him, a big eater, from devouring it.

Time passed day by day, Lin Yi prepared the army in Dingnan City during the day, and practiced under the Xuanhuo Altar at night.

Although there were many people in Fenxiang Valley, no one could find his trace.

The atmosphere in the southern frontier became increasingly tense, but no major battles broke out.On the contrary, Liubo Mountain in the East China Sea was almost stained red with blood.

Countless monks from the orthodox demon sect have plunged into this quagmire one after another. Today you kill his apprentice, and tomorrow he kills your friend. The old hatred has not disappeared, and a new hatred has been added.

Baiyun City, in the Hall of Eternal Life.

Lin Yi dropped a piece lightly. His chess skills are very bad, and he can only entertain himself.But this does not prevent Lin Yi from experiencing the ups and downs of the general trend through the process of playing chess.

On the chessboard, black and white are intertwined, tightly entangled.

Just like the Righteous Way and the Demon Cult in this world, for thousands of years, grievances and hatreds have been passed down from generation to generation, and it will never end until one side completely falls down.

Immortals are also human beings, and Buddhas also have anger. Longevity and long-term vision are fascinating, but there are many things in the world that are more important than life.

Lin Yi dropped another son, and then turned his gaze to the south.

Yun Yilan, what choice will you make?
(End of this chapter)