Chapter 410 The Ninth Tribulation Dream
It wasn't until he broke into the realm of Yuanshen hundreds of years ago that Xu Che truly realized the power of Taixuan's spiritual power. His spiritual power cultivation became even faster, and he finally ranked among the distracted gods more than a hundred years ago. The lord of the world, who dominates the whole party, is truly respected by the Cen family as an almost equal elder with a foreign surname, Keqing, and is completely freed from the oppressive life of being dependent on others.
It's just that... as time goes by, the figure of the young man in Taoist robes on the scroll is getting lighter and lighter. Although Xu Che can see his true appearance clearly, he can't stop his aura from slowly dissipating.
"Over the years, many Divine Sea Realm creatures in the Eastern Territory have emerged from the catastrophe, and among them the most powerful sect, Shangqing Shengsong, who once had a deep connection with my Xu family," Xu Che murmured to himself He said, "I'm so stupid, but I can cultivate to this level with the help of the "Revolution of the Soul". How can such a monster like my ancestor be borrowed from Wuming?"
But no matter how many connections he used and how many years he spent searching, he had never heard any news about "Xu Disheng" in the Eastern Territory.
The only clue is still found in the body of the Supreme Lord Xian Yuanxuzun of the Shangqing Holy Sect who was at the height of his power nearly two thousand years ago.
Suddenly, a sudden change occurred!
The figure of the young man in Taoist robes on the scroll quickly faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye, and completely turned into nothingness in an instant!
There was only a piece of snow-white scroll left on it, slowly falling on the bricks of the Elder Xuan Palace.
"How is that possible! Ancestor!" Xu Che was shocked, his arms under his sleeves trembled slightly, staring at the empty scroll on the palace bricks, moving his lips, unable to say a complete sentence for a long time.
Without using any spiritual power, Xu Che stepped forward and picked up the scroll in his hands. As his eyes changed, he felt that he had not experienced such violent mood swings in an unknown amount of time.
silence.
The figure of the young man in Taoist robes depicted on it completely disappeared without a trace, not even a trace of breath was left.
What does this mean? Xu Che didn't want to think about it.
Suddenly, he seemed to have remembered something, and with a flick of his sleeve, the shadow of a brilliant colorful flower condensed out from his side.
It was a flower seed given by my ancestors through this scroll more than 1,700 years ago that slowly spread throughout the Eastern Territory. Although I did not know what kind of magic it was, I also knew that this flower seed between species and ancestors
There must be an extremely miraculous connection.
While the seven-color brilliance lingered, the phantom of the small flower that was about to condense into reality slowly closed up and turned into a colorful flower seed again. All the magnificent brilliance on it faded away, and it lay quietly. into Xu Che's palm.
Xu Che stared at the seven-color flower seed that seemed to have completely lost its vitality. After a while, he suddenly closed his palms and put it away.
"Someone is coming."
"I've met Elder Shangling!" A real person in the divine elixir realm who had been standing outside the Elder's Mysterious Palace walked in hastily, with a respectful expression.
Xu Che calmed down and returned to the majestic elder Shangling. He rolled his sleeves and said, "Go and prepare for the journey. We will leave in half a day."
The real person in the divine elixir realm was extremely obedient and did not ask where he was going. Instead, he responded in a low voice: "Yes, Elder Shangling."
After saying this, he bowed again and quickly exited the Elder Xuan Palace.
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More than 1,700 years have passed within the realm of the human world.
The dream of the eighth calamity is still the situation of destruction.
The white jade bell refined by the Lord of the Spiritual Annihilation God of the Venerable Realm Spirit Clan has long since collapsed and been damaged, and the rare artifact spirit contained in it has also disappeared.
Most of the golden true spirit has been stripped away so far, leaving only a faint golden light and a purple thread entangled and condensed. Once the ninth calamity dream is destroyed, it will completely collapse under the crushing rules of heaven and earth. Even if Even this trace of purple energy associated with the immortal clan cannot save the remaining weak true spirit.
Suddenly, a bright red halo appeared and disappeared into an unknown place under the accompanying spiritual light.
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Ninth calamity dream.
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Amidst the endless changes of light and shadow, Xu Disheng slowly opened his eyes.
"Pear! Delicious and sweet big pear!"
The man in short clothes was hawking hard while pushing a wooden cart filled with pears slowly past him.
"Fortune telling, fifty years of iron-spoken magic, eighty years of Liu's half-immortality, ten cents a time, don't give up the money!" The old man holding the tattered cloth flag had a smooth voice, a sinister look, and a sly look among the passing crowd. Constantly patrolling.
Among the bustling streets, the young man standing quietly seemed a little out of place.
"Brother
Brother, give in! "
A rough voice suddenly reached her ears. Xu Disheng looked sideways and saw a shirtless man dripping with sweat, carrying two heavy bulging bags, smiling naively at him.
After a moment of silence, Xu Disheng took half a step back and stepped aside.
"Thank you!"
After glancing at the shirtless man walking away, Xu Disheng turned around and walked towards a place where the crowd was sparse.
The sound of gurgling water lingers in the ears, and it is pure and clear, seeming to flow into the heart.
"My memory," said the young man in a moon-white Taoist robe who had been hiking for an unknown amount of time, stood on the side of a clear stream, looking down at the blurry face reflected in it, "most of them have been sealed away. , only one name remains."
Under a certain influence, the Ninth Tribulation Dream was completely distorted and changed by a force, and even Xu Disheng's complete soul was reflected in it.
The water splashed, and a girl suddenly emerged from the clear stream. Her long snow-white hair was not stained by a drop of water. A pair of black and white eyes looked at Xu Disheng in surprise.
"Am I dazzled? I can't see your face clearly... But you, a mortal, are not afraid of me?"
Xu Disheng frowned slightly and said, "Why should I be afraid of you?"
The girl slowly rose from the water, revealing her white and jade-like neck and delicate and petite figure. She was dressed in a snow-white gauze that gently fluttered in the wind, making her look even more as beautiful as a lotus washing water.
But...from its waist down, there is a huge fish tail covered with dense white scales.
"Because I am a demon, and no mortal has come to this stream for decades."
Xu Disheng fell silent.
He didn't know what a demon was.
The girl forcibly suppressed her desire to swallow Xu Disheng in one gulp. After all, due to her weird bloodline, she could not leave this creek at all. Ever since she swallowed more than ten people at a time decades ago, she has been It's been a long time since I've seen an ordinary person.
It was really boring to spend the whole day with the speechless beasts in the forest, eating morning dew and eating spiritual fruits.
If you eat it directly, although you can satisfy your appetite, you will lose a lot of fun. It is better to leave it to talk to yourself for the time being, and then eat it after it is completely boring.