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

The monks hiding in the gray fog looked at him in amazement. Faced with such a terrifying giant, this man not only did not run away, but also asked such a strange question?

Do you really want to be thrown out into the wilderness by the giants?

The girl from the Ten Thousand Demons Palace thought with regret, "This guy is good-looking, but his brain is not very good."

The sloppy old Taoist suddenly clapped his hands: "He's here too!"

The giant lowered his head and looked at the young man. After seeing his face clearly, his whole body shook violently, as if struck by lightning, and tears flowed from his huge eyes.

He put aside the monk he had captured earlier, knelt down on both knees in front of the young man, and said, "I am the grandson of Tianren Mountain, Tian Langya."

“I bow to Grandmaster Wuxu!”

There was silence all around. The action of this majestic giant kneeling and bowing his head was so shocking that it took people a long time to recover.

The monks could not imagine why he did this.

Some people began to speculate about the identity of this young man, and felt that his background was terrifyingly powerful.

However, many monks from Taixu Palace quickly recognized Anle, but they were even more unable to understand the current situation.

Anle calmly accepted the giant's greeting and said with a little emotion: "Friend Tiandao has a grandson now."

But when he thought about it carefully, he felt something strange: "No, why are there only three generations?"

Anle looked around and said, "This is not the place to talk. Please shrink your body and let's talk over there."

The monks in the gray fog, even those who were hiding well, felt as if they were seen clearly after being swept by his gaze, and couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

"What kind of cultivation is this person?"

The sloppy old Taoist's heart skipped a beat: "How strange! It's only been such a short time since we last met, and I can't see through his depth?"

"I shouldn't..."

Chapter 344 I will take action

Not long after.

Anle and others got rid of the sight of outsiders and came to a remote place.

At this time, Tian Langya had returned to his normal body shape. He was free and easy in front of other cultivators, as if he didn't care about anyone. But when standing in front of Anle, he was a little restrained and didn't dare to look directly into Anle's eyes.

Anle chuckled and said, "Your grandfather and I are fellow Taoists. There's no need to be so formal."

Hearing this, Tian Langya became even more nervous and explained, "I have heard my grandfather talk about your deeds since I was a child. He said that you are a genius that appears once in a thousand years, and you are also a cultivator who has changed the entire Great Zhou. You have blessed countless cultivators in later generations, and your merits are immeasurable."

"Moreover, he firmly believed that you must still be alive and asked me to memorize your portrait so that I could recognize you."

An Le blushed a little at the compliment, thinking, "I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Tian would think so highly of me."

An Le looked Tian Langya up and down, and found that the war pattern on his body was very different from the ancient war pattern he had mastered. Various mysterious lines intertwined and paralleled, some contained the charm of a great demon, and some contained the charm of a great demon. The ones are somewhat similar to Dao Wen.

It is obvious that Tian Langya has also walked out his own path in the field of battle patterns.

Anle asked again: "Langya, how old are you this year?"

Tian Langya scratched his cheek, a little embarrassed: "I can't remember clearly, but it's about more than 10,000 years old?"

Anle had a strange expression. In terms of age, he was not even a fraction of Tian Langya's, but Tian Langya acted like a junior in front of him and was extremely respectful.

Anle suddenly became curious and asked, "Who is your grandmother?"

Tian Langya took out a storage bag of simple style, fumbled in it for a while, took out a scroll and showed it to Anle.

Hong Yingxue and Su Dai also leaned over.

They had all heard of the stories of Tianren Mountain, and were inevitably curious about the companion of the first cultivator in the world.

After taking a look at the scroll, Hong Yingxue blinked: "This... this..."

Su Dai also hesitated to speak and was not sure what to say.

On the scroll, there is a pair of man and woman with a huge difference in body size. The petite man is naturally Tianrenshan, sitting on the shoulders of a tall and majestic female giant. The woman has a pretty and peaceful face and a beautiful figure, but the difference in their body sizes makes them look very uncoordinated.

But when the man and woman looked at each other, their eyes were full of affection.

When Anle saw this painting, he suddenly realized something. He remembered that when he first saw Tianren Mountain, the other person's eyes were slightly sunken and his face was pale, as if he was a little deficient.

"Friend Tian Dao created the ancient wild fighting method, it turns out that it was for..."

An Le was amazed and thought to himself, "Every time they have a tryst, they have to use the ancient fighting method. It would be strange if they don't suffer any losses!"

If it were someone else, their image of Tianren Mountain might collapse because of this, but after Anle personally fought with Tianren Mountain, he understood that this friend Tiandao has always been such an unrestrained and free-spirited person, and he doesn't care about the eyes of others. This is the charm of Tianren Mountain.

Thinking of this, Anle felt a little heavy-hearted. After hesitating for a moment, he asked.

"Is your grandfather still alive?"

Tian Langya's eyes dimmed: "I haven't heard from my ancestors for thousands of years."

Anle looked sad, but before he could say anything, he heard Tian Langya continue, "But grandpa... is very likely still alive!"

"Ok?"

Anle asked quickly: "What do you mean?"

Tian Langya spoke slowly and told him some of the information he had collected over the years.

At the beginning, Tianrenshan and his Taoist companion said goodbye to Tian Langya and his father, saying that they were going to a very far place and might not come back for a long time.

Tian Langya's father was very puzzled. At that time, the strength of Tianren Mountain was top-notch in the world. Where in the world could not they go?

Tianrenshan didn't explain too much, just said: "When you reach a certain level, you will understand."

Tianrenshan and his Taoist companion stayed with Tian Langya and the others for the last period of time. They left behind Anle's portrait and other inheritances and then left.

Thousands of years later, Tian Langya's parents also bid farewell to him, with a similar statement as that about Tianren Mountain.

Tian Langya was very confused, so he traveled around the world trying to find the traces of his parents and grandfather, but he found nothing.

During this process, he found out that not only Tianren Mountain, but many people who left Da Zhou with Tianren Mountain had also disappeared and had not left the mountain for a long time.

Some people suspected that they had become immortals, while others said that they had ascended to heaven and left this world.

According to the classification of immortal cultivators, these cultivators, without exception, are all powerful ones who have reached the Void Refinement Stage.

After hearing this, An Le looked thoughtful and murmured, "Are they all cultivators in the Void Refining Stage?"

In Taixu Palace, a cultivator who has reached the stage of Spirit Transformation can become an elder and have an extremely respected status. Above the stage of Spirit Transformation is the stage of Void Refinement. The number of elders in this part is extremely rare. Every cultivator who has reached Void Refinement is the top combat force of Taixu Palace. Even the current master of Taixu Palace is only in the Void Refinement stage.

The situation is similar for other top forces.

Otherwise, if the top combat power is unbalanced, several of the twelve major forces will inevitably be missing.

If we compare the Shenzang secret methods horizontally, the eleven Shenzang are roughly the beginning of the refining void, while the opening of the twelve Shenzang is equivalent to the great perfection of the refining void.

It can be said that Lianxu is the highest realm that cultivators can reach in this world.

But as far as Anle knows, there should be a Hedao realm above the Lianxu realm!

When Emperor Zhou forced a breakthrough, he reached the half-step Hedao, which is equivalent to the half-step divine realm.

When Tianrenshan left the Great Zhou, he had already reached the realm of human immortals. After tens of thousands of years, his cultivation must have become even more advanced.

An Le gradually began to speculate, "Could it be that Tian Ren Shan and the others went to a certain place in order to break through to a higher realm?"

This can also explain why the other monks in the Fire Project also disappeared, and there are very few rumors about them in the world.

——Even Tian Langya can live for tens of thousands of years, so the lifespans of those people will only be longer.

After realizing this, Anle breathed a sigh of relief and no longer felt so heavy.

What he feared most was that even if he arrived in the future, everything would have changed and he would never see those familiar fellow Taoists again.

Anle wanted to ask Tian Langya some more about the past when suddenly a roar was heard in the distance, as if some barrier was forcibly opened. Then the gray fog suddenly spread, and an extremely ominous wave spread out like a stream of water.

Tian Langya's expression suddenly changed: "Not good, the Zhoutian Xingluo formation is about to break!"

"The monks in the Great Wilderness are probably going to be in trouble!"

Tian Langya had been driving many cultivators out of the wilderness because he had foreseen this kind of crisis. Unfortunately, few people believed his words, and his kindness was not appreciated, not only that he was targeted by the Six Immortal Palaces.

Anle said softly: "Don't panic, I will help."

His voice was calm, yet convincing.

Looking at Anle's expression, Tian Langya's uneasy mood was instantly calmed, and at the same time he sighed in his heart: "Grandmaster Wuxu is indeed as extraordinary as my grandfather said."

Tian Langya didn't know that Anle had already foreseen this situation in his deduction, so he naturally wouldn't panic.

"The formation did not collapse on its own, but was destroyed by outsiders."

A hint of coldness flashed across Anle's eyes, and he said, "Let's go."

******

In the gray fog.

A white foot stepped on the rough rocks, without any trace of stain, as if nothing in the world could leave a mark on this body.

Yan Taiyuan, wearing a loose white robe, walked in the mountains, approaching the nearest Zhenyang Stone.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at this strange magical weapon that was emitting brilliance. There was curiosity and temptation in his eyes, but also a hint of contempt and anger.

"It's just this little thing that has extended the fortune of this land for thousands of years."

"But it's all coming to an end."

Yan Taiyuan smiled, with tiny divine symbols spinning in his eyes. He pointed his finger and a colorful divine light shot out, piercing straight through the Zhenyang Stone.

The Zhenyang Stone can swallow up many things in the world, even spiritual energy, but it has no way to deal with this divine light, as if it was restrained.

The silver-gray Zhenyang Stone shattered with a loud bang, causing the already unstable formation to shake again, and more and more gray mist diffused out.

Such a commotion naturally could not be hidden from other monks nearby.

A sword cultivator from the Heavenly Sword Palace shouted angrily, "Yan Taiyuan, what are you doing!"

Although he didn't know Yan Taiyuan's specific purpose, as the gray fog expanded, he instinctively felt uneasy, as if a great terror was about to befall him. Naturally, he would not let Yan Taiyuan continue.

Yan Taiyuan did not turn around, nor did he look at the swordsman. He just whispered to himself.

"I am just... dedicating you to a greater existence."

Before he finished speaking, the swordsman suddenly stood there in a daze, then took a step forward and followed Yan Taiyuan. In the depths of his eyes, swirling divine text suddenly appeared!

"Senior brother?"

The fellow monks who came with the sword cultivator were shocked and were about to rescue him, but they saw their senior brother raising the sword in his hand and slowly walking towards them.

After a moment, the swordsman with blood on his sword returned to Yan Taiyuan and continued to walk with him.

Other cultivators from the Six Palaces arrived one after another. Some of them seemed to have their minds blinded and were controlled by Yan Taiyuan, fighting with their former companions and brothers.

This situation is very similar to what happened to the believers under the Chengtian Pagoda of the Great Zhou Dynasty tens of thousands of years ago.

When the monks attacked them, they were often restrained and did not dare to attack with all their strength, while these people were determined to kill them once they attacked. As a result, there were quite a few casualties.

Soon, more and more monks followed Yan Taiyuan, and the bloody smell around them became heavier.

Among them there are even monks from Chongxiao Palace.

Yan Taiyuan said with compassion: "I have already advised you to leave early."

"Now, all this firewood has been wasted."

From beginning to end, Yan Taiyuan did not look back at these monks. He walked to the next Zhenyang Stone and was about to point again when a figure pierced through the gray fog like a cannonball and landed in front of him.

"stop!"

Tian Langya was full of vigor and his eyes were bright, and he punched Yan Taiyuan.

This punch was so powerful that it was enough to penetrate a mountain, and the air made a whistling sound like the cry of a ghost.

Yan Taiyuan stood there, his expression unchanged.

The sword cultivator beside him immediately drew his sword and stood in front of him. Several other cultivators also stepped forward, all of them showing an attitude of protecting Yan Taiyuan even at the cost of their own lives.

Seeing this, Tian Langya's face changed and he suddenly stopped his fist.

But his fist still broke the sword cultivator's sword and knocked several people away. These people fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood and suffering serious injuries.

In fact, if Tian Langya had not held back, this punch would have been enough to kill them all.

It is precisely because of the physical body that has been cultivated for ten thousand years that it has such terrifying combat power.