Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

There are already a large number of monks scattered here, watching and waiting for the situation to develop.

This trial for the Six Palaces Nascent Soul cultivators is about to come to an end.

In the gray fog, there are bright stars moving in strange trajectories, emitting brilliance, and fighting against the fog.

Some monks looked closely and found that those "stars" were actually silver-gray cubes, exactly the same as the mysterious magic weapons found in the ruins outside the Great Wilderness.

However, perhaps because too much time has passed, or because of the erosion of gray fog, most of the cubes appear to be rusty and have complex marks. The light radiating from them is also relatively dim, and the vitality of the past is no longer visible.

On the ground, one could see a number of cube-shaped debris, scattered among the white bones, completely dim and dull.

If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to find their existence.

Someone gently picked up the wreckage, but was disappointed after carefully examining it. They were no longer precious magic tools, but useless waste.

Those "stars" that are still lit seem to form a mysterious magic circle, quietly guarding the existence in the center.

But this magic circle is obviously not as solid as it was tens of thousands of years ago. It vibrates from time to time, pulling in spiritual energy and causing the earth to tremble. Then, gray fog spreads into the wilderness and covers even farther places.

Chapter 343 Tian Langya

Every time the formation vibrates, a portion of the gray fog will leak out from the depths and expand to farther places.

Although the amount is not large each time, over time, the gray fog has enveloped the nearby mountains. In time, it may even cover the entire wilderness and even erode the areas outside the wilderness.

In the surging gray fog.

Several Nascent Soul cultivators were traveling together, constantly scanning the surroundings with their spiritual senses, and were extremely cautious.

Looking at the "stars" not far away, a male cultivator whispered, "I heard from the elders in the tribe that the changes in the depths of the Great Wilderness this time are related to the loosening of this formation, so they sent us here to investigate."

Another monk asked in confusion: "Since this matter is so serious, why don't the elders take action themselves?"

The male cultivator explained, “It seems that the aura of the Spiritualization cultivators is too strong. If they go deep into the gray fog, they will encounter great danger. On the contrary, it is easier for us Nascent Soul disciples to reach the deepest area.”

After hearing this, the bystanders took a deep breath and murmured, "Are the things we encountered not really dangerous?"

These people were originally gifted young disciples in the Six Palaces. They considered themselves extraordinary and had the arrogance of genius in their hearts. However, their journey to here was extremely difficult and their arrogance was mostly worn away. Many of them gave up early and were unwilling to go deeper.

The male cultivator had a few more words to say. To the sect, a Spirit Transformation Elder was definitely more important than a Nascent Soul disciple. Even if the latter was damaged, it would not hurt the sect at all.

Moreover, in the eyes of many sect leaders, the crisis of the gray fog sounds terrible, but after all, hasn’t the star formation not collapsed yet?

Even if the formation really fails, it will take hundreds or thousands of years for the gray fog to cover the entire wilderness. By the time it takes to occupy the territories of the six palaces, it will not be too late to deal with it by then.

People always care more about the gains and losses in the present than the future.

The male cultivator suppressed these thoughts and encouraged the people around him, saying, "This is both a crisis and an opportunity. There is a high possibility that a rare treasure will emerge from this formation. It is extremely precious."

“No matter how good the rare treasure is, you still need a life to get it.”

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded in the gray fog behind the group.

The gray fog around him parted to the sides without any wind, making way for this man and allowing people to see his true face.

This person was wearing a very loose white robe that dragged on the ground, but the hem was not stained with dust and was still snow-white and translucent.

He walked barefoot on the ground, his facial features were extremely perfect, too beautiful to be of an ordinary human, and it was impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman. The most special thing about this man was his temperament, which was completely different from that of ordinary cultivators. He seemed to be isolated from the secular world, transcending the mortal world, standing above the nine heavens. Ordinary people could not help but feel ashamed when seeing him.

A cultivator exclaimed in a low voice: "Chongxiao Palace, Yan Taiyuan!"

Among the six immortal palaces, Chongxiao Palace has a very special status.

According to legend, the first Palace Master who founded Chongxiao Palace was of extremely noble status, and the other five palaces as well as the Four Sacred Sects and the Two Divine Dynasties had to pay tribute to Chongxiao Palace.

As time went by, later monks no longer did this, but it still established the noble status of Chongxiao Palace.

Chongxiao itself means the extremely high sky.

However, thousands of years ago, Chongxiao Palace created an extremely magical technique, which is said to be able to refine divinity!

Since then, the overall strength of Chongxiao Palace has grown by leaps and bounds, becoming the strongest among the six palaces. The cultivators who walked out of it all give people a feeling of being superior.

And this Yan Taiyuan is a rising genius among the younger generation of Chongxiao Palace.

"If you leave now, you can still save your life."

Although Yan Taiyuan was talking to these people, his eyes never fell on them and he walked forward as if no one was around.

He was alone, but his invisible aura made the monks feel breathless and they even dared not look directly at his face.

It was not until the gray fog cleared up again and Yan Taiyuan's figure disappeared that people breathed a sigh of relief and a huge weight was lifted off their shoulders.

The male cultivator was sweating profusely, thinking, "Is he really just a Nascent Soul?"

"None of the incarnation elders in the sect have ever given me this kind of oppressive feeling."

Another monk was shocked and murmured, "When I look at him, it's like I'm looking at a god!"

Many people began to back out and left quietly.

But some people are unwilling to give up. After coming here with great difficulty, how can they return empty-handed?

At this moment, a loud bang suddenly came from behind the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, surging air waves blew over the area, causing some monks to lose their balance and almost be blown away by the strong wind.

The monk with higher cultivation level looked back and couldn't help but his expression changed suddenly.

A huge creature as big as a hill suddenly emerged from the towering mountain behind them, crashed through the mountain with a loud bang, and quickly swept through the gray fog. It had a slender body and looked like an ancient dragon, but it was a little different.

In an instant, the rocks collapsed and countless rock fragments flew in all directions, and even the entire mountain seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

The monks were terrified and fled in panic, fearing that they would be crushed into meat paste by this piece of mountain.

The mountains deep in the wilderness are extremely steep, and the rocks are extremely hard and of very high quality. They can really crush a Nascent Soul cultivator to death!

And this giant monster can actually smash a mountain with its head, which shows how terrifying its physical body is.

Someone looked closely in panic and found that there was a small black dot on the top of the monster's head, as if a young girl was sitting there.

But at this moment, the girl cried out in grievance: "I have no grudge against you, why do you keep chasing me!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

Who could have forced the young girl who controlled such a powerful demon to flee in panic?

boom!

There was another loud noise.

The mountain behind the girl trembled again, and countless cracks spread on it. Then a figure covered with barbarian patterns rushed out from the gray fog, as powerful as wind and thunder. Wherever his figure went, violent hurricanes were created, and the gray fog avoided it.

The man's upper body was naked, with countless golden and red lines emitting light, and faint sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls could be heard.

His size was insignificant compared to the big demon, but he was the one being chased.

"Oh no, it's that barbarian from the wilderness!"

Soon, some people recognized the man's identity, and they were all terrified and ran away even faster.

"Run! Don't let him catch you!"

During this period, rumors about this person spread widely in the Great Wilderness, and most of the cultivators in the Six Palaces had heard of this title.

This man was extremely powerful, his body seemed indestructible. He didn't use any magic at all, but could shatter a mountain with a single blow.

The reason why the monks fled so quickly was not because this man had a vicious temper and killed everyone he saw. On the contrary, this man had never killed anyone since he appeared, and he was very restrained in his actions.

But the problem is, no one knows why, the man will persuade every monk he meets to leave the wilderness.

Many cultivators have finally come deep into the wilderness. How could they be persuaded to leave?

Once verbal persuasion fails, the man will convince the monk with reason, beat him down, and then throw him to the outskirts of the wilderness.

Many people were unlucky, but still held on to a lucky mentality. They finally managed to rush back, but happened to meet this person again and were thrown at two or three times or more.

He was extremely stubborn and would not listen to any explanation or take any benefits. He would not listen to any reason.

As time went by, he was called the barbarian in the wilderness by the monks of the six palaces.

If Anle were here, he would definitely be able to recognize at a glance that this barbarian was none other than the figure sitting on Daowen Mountain.

"Little girl, stop running away."

The barbarian took one step and crossed a distance of several hundred meters. He still had enough strength to persuade, "A great danger is about to break out in the Great Wilderness. It's not too late to escape now."

Seeing him approaching quickly, the girl screamed, "Xiao Mi, run faster!"

The giant monster under the girl was very strange in appearance. Although its body was the shape of a dragon, it had a furry tiger head. It was pure white without a trace of other colors.

The weird-looking monster cried out in grievance: "Meow!"

It's already moving at full speed.

It turns out that the head is not a tiger at all, but a big cat!

The barbarian stared at the "chisonin" intently, with a strange light flashing in his eyes: "Little girl, your monster is very good, please allow me to observe it for a while."

"No way!"

The girl activated her spiritual power, and cat ears grew on her head. A nimble tail also grew out from behind her. It seemed to merge with the aura of the strange beast beneath her. Her momentum rose, and she instantly burst out at a speed several times faster than before, flashing in the gray fog.

Such a big commotion naturally could not be hidden from the monks below and attracted many eyes.

An old Taoist priest in ragged clothes hid in a corner, looked up at the sky, and said in a low voice: "The skills of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace are still quite good."

"What a pity, it's not suitable for me to learn."

At this time, this area deep in the wilderness is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Only the genius among the geniuses of the Six Immortal Palace can reach this place.

"Don't be afraid, sister, we are here to help you!"

Soon, several cultivators with powerful auras flew out, and their target was the barbarians from the wilderness.

The barbarian drove many cultivators out of the wilderness, and the people of the six palaces had long been dissatisfied with him. Now, taking advantage of the opportunity for him to deal with the girl from the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, these people attacked together with an extremely shocking momentum.

There was a sound like the plucking of a guitar string, and the extremely sharp melody cut through the air.

The scorching hot heavenly fire burned out of thin air and transformed into the shadow of a Vermillion Bird, which attacked with a long cry.

Moreover, the sword energy of the Heavenly Sword Palace was everywhere, the fog was cut into countless pieces, and the air suddenly became clear.

Being able to force the geniuses of the six palaces to work together to deal with him shows the good things that the barbarian has done these days.

Seeing that several attacks were about to fall on him, the barbarian still stared at the "chicken cat" intently, as if he was visualizing and copying. Then, a few more lines appeared on his body surface out of thin air, which were very similar to the "chicken cat" and full of Taoist charm.

"Thank you for teaching me, fellow Taoist."

The barbarian bowed to the "My Neighbor Totoro" and smiled with satisfaction.

Then, he was overwhelmed by numerous terrible attacks.

The girl from the Ten Thousand Demons Palace was best at speed, and she and Totoro narrowly dodged the exploding spell. Looking back, she saw countless chaotic and terrifying turbulences running rampant at the place where the barbarian had been before, with smoke and dust rising up, carrying waves of destruction.

The chinchilla stared at the scene blankly and called out in confusion: "Meow?"

The girl also blinked: "He won't... just die like this, right?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the earth shaking and the wind howling. Then, a surging and hot breath suddenly broke into her consciousness.

Under the dull gaze of the crowd, a towering giant rose from the ground, the patterns on his body glowing brightly, and he crushed towards everyone with overwhelming momentum.

The attack just now didn't leave even a scratch on him.

"W-what method is this?"

The monks who had taken action earlier were all stunned. They realized that this might be the true strength of this barbarian.

The terrible feeling of oppression even made them unable to move.

The giant picked up one and threw it towards the outside of the wilderness. If the cultivator used spiritual power to protect himself, he would most likely not die from the fall, but he would still have to suffer some pain.

He also said: "My ancestors taught me to convince others with reason."

"My fist is the truth."

His voice was like a loud bell, shocking people with fear and trepidation.

The girl rode on the chinchilla and quietly turned away, but she saw a very handsome monk and a few others walking towards her from mid-air.

The girl thought they were here to cause trouble for the barbarians, but when she saw the leader was good-looking, she kindly reminded them, "Disperse quickly, you are no match for him."

The young man smiled without saying anything, looked up at the tall giant, and asked loudly.

"Who were your ancestors?"