Chapter 388 Season Master
After about half a stick of incense, Ji Yuenian passed through the dilapidated continuous palace, and stopped before the incomplete wall of the tree environment.
In order to mobilize the treasure of spirit transformation, the Empress of Jinsheng Palace did not hesitate to absorb the original luck of the noble demon kingdom. After the gold seal of the demon kingdom collapsed, under the violent backlash of the power of luck, the huge noble realm was almost With the extinction of life, not only the aura of heaven and earth is extremely shallow, but even those magnificent and majestic buildings seem to have passed through countless time in an instant. They are extremely old and dilapidated, and there is no trace of prosperity in the past.
click.
The sound of shattering came to the ears, and the already cracked tree wall was finally overwhelmed by the erosion of luck, and it turned into countless transparent lights and shadows and collapsed.
Ji Yuenian looked up at the ancient spirit tree piercing into the clouds, and vaguely recalled the bustling scene hundreds of years ago during the Taoist Festival of Harvesting Clouds. The grand occasion of all spirits coming to court has long since disappeared into clouds and smoke. Shadow, no trace left.
While thinking about it, the light and shadow of the translucent nine-petal lotus platform condensed out from under him. Taking advantage of the wind, he swayed up along the huge trunk of the spirit tree, and walked far away towards the 23,000-foot-high crown of the tree. go.
It was evening, when the sky was fading away, a round of cloudy moon hung above the sky, and the bright white moonlight fell down, gently stroking the countless ruined walls at the bottom of the spirit tree.
A ray of snow-white mysterious light rides up the wind along the trunk of the spirit tree, the blazing wind howls in the ears, and the hair flutters with the wind, Ji Yuenian is guarded by the light and shadow of the nine-petal lotus platform, but bursts of waves suddenly surge in the depths of his mind. An indescribable feeling of loneliness, as if there is only one person left in the world.
The Weiyuan Mountains and Seas landed, and in just a few days, all the creatures in the hundreds of lands in the extreme northern border entered the reincarnation cycle, whether they were ordinary people without any cultivation level, or the shrines in charge of a land. The living beings in the realm of spirits are all annihilated and dissipated like faint dust, without the slightest difference.
The night rain was silent.
Riding on the nine-petal lotus platform, Ji Yuenian went straight through the sea of clouds and landed in front of the crown of the tree.
Before he knew it, the rain was getting worse, and Ji Yuenian had a faint ice-blue aura lingering around his body. Whether it was the corners of his robe sleeves or the hair, there was an incomparably magnificent azure blue glow. The halo blocked the rain from the sky.
Under the gate of Yunque Palace, amidst the gray rain, there was a figure standing vaguely.
The strong wind howled, and the heavy black clouds rolled and surged, forming a fleeting gap.
The silver-white moonlight above the sky reflected through the gap in the clouds, passed through the thin rain curtain, and sprinkled on the face of the figure.
There is a terrifying nothingness on its face, and any horror in the world is not enough to describe its eventuality. Ordinary creatures will be shaken just by looking at it, and even their minds may collapse.
body ghost.
The body ghosts between the heaven and the earth hide in the sky phenomenon of "rain", but no matter where the body ghosts are, they will never really show their bodies. Among the true spirits is an extremely strange and hidden creature.
Once it can show the body shape seen by people, it shows that the cultivation power of this ghost is extremely terrifying, even to the point of transcending the celestial phenomena and concentrating the soul.
The solitary ghost stepped out with one step, his body twisted, and disappeared under the gate of Yunque Palace the next moment, appearing in front of Ji Yuenian.
Ji Yuenian stretched out his pale and slender fingers, and caressed its distorted and blurred face. A strange and cold breath diffused between his fingers, and even the profound energy of the Divine Sea in the shrine trembled a little.
Hundreds of years ago, when Bai Yulou left the Taiyu Sacred Sect, he personally cut out a breath of the ghost palm talisman and gave it to Ji Yuenian.
The ghost palm talisman originated from Xuanshan Mountain in Yuanjing, and was refined by the immortals of Xuanshan Mountain in Yuanjing. Because Zhiyan, the mandala flower demon, gave birth to Baiyulou, this fairy talisman was given to Zhiyan as his guardian. belongings.
Ordinary people can't avoid ghosts, but because of this fairy talisman, Bai Yulou likes killing ghosts the most. The breath of the fairy talisman it gave to Ji Yuenian was used to cultivate a transcendent celestial phenomenon. Used by ghosts and ghosts.
The canopy cloud tower is located on the top of the spirit tree above the sea of clouds, which is 23,000 feet high. No matter what kind of celestial phenomenon comes, it is very easy to accumulate ghosts and spirits here.
Ji Yuenian quietly planted this ray of immortal talisman breath under the gate of Yunque Palace during the Taoist meeting of Xiaxia. Now hundreds of years have passed, it has absorbed inexhaustible body ghost cultivation power, Finally, in the last celestial phenomenon, a newly born body ghost was captured, and all the cultivation power was poured into it, making it transcend the rainy celestial phenomenon, and be able to truly manifest its body shape.
Although the body ghost is called a ghost, it is not a ghost thing, but a mysterious celestial being whose horror and wonder are unimaginable.
The rain gradually subsided, and the dark clouds dispersed.
Under the bright moonlight, Ji Yuenian stood quietly on the edge of the sea of clouds, looking down at the dead and silent imperial city of the demon kingdom at the bottom of the spirit tree, and said softly: "I have two volumes of true law, one volume is called "Xuan Yin, one volume is called "Dragon Blood", which volume do you want to edit?"
Although his tone was an inquiry, he did not give a third choice.
The body ghost emerged from the celestial phenomena, and not long after it was born with spiritual wisdom, at this time, the blood source that was stripped out was given to it for cultivation. Not only can it get rid of the entanglement of some blood vessels, but it can also understand its cultivation power like the palm of the hand , no matter how much it has grown, all its cultivation power can be abolished in an instant with the movement of the mind.
Celestial beings, the power they control is called Xiuli, but ordinary creatures treat body ghosts as ghosts, which is a fallacy from beginning to end.
At some point, its head was also covered with a black robe and cloth cap, completely hiding its appearance under the pitch-black burqa.
"Dare to ask Jizhu, what is the explanation of "Xuanyin", and what is the explanation of "Dragon Blood"?"
Its voice is cold and clear, with a strong sense of immersion, as if it can be directly transmitted to the depths of the soul of a living being.
Once the celestial beings take shape, their spiritual wisdom is unimaginable, just like Su Hui in the world, with the miraculous talent of innate knowledge.
Ji Yuenian glanced at it sideways, paused on its mysterious black robe for a moment, and said, ""Xuan Yin" is the true method of the divine way, and "Dragon's Blood" is the volume of the immortal way. If you practice the divine way, I will regard you as a pill furnace for refining medicine, and a magic circle for gathering yin; if you have cultivated the immortal way, I will treat you as a reed for crossing the sea, and a Dao blade for breaking catastrophe."
"So it sounds like cultivating the divine way is a short-lived job. After all, the immortal way can live longer. I practice "Dragon Blood"." It was silent for a while, and walked up to Ji Yuenian's side. Looking down at the Zhuzi Imperial City where all living beings are extinct, "Since I was born, the season master has not yet given me a name."
The clouds scattered and the wind picked up, and the gust of wind howled and swept past, lifting the burqa on its head a little, revealing its white forehead like jade, and a strand of blue hair blown up by the wind.
Ji Yue smiled young, but didn't speak, but flipped her palm lightly, and a scroll of dragon's blood with a golden-red halo slowly condensed out.
The true blood of the East China Sea Dragon Palace.
In his hand he held the scroll of radiant blood. Although there was a faint smile in his eyes, the white moon shadow reflected in it became colder and colder, as cold as frost and snow that would never melt for thousands of years.
It silently took the true scroll, and the slender white fingers stretched out from under the black robe seemed to appear in a blink of an eye, and disappeared in an instant.
Ji Yuenian didn't look at it, but stood on the edge of the sea of clouds, and among the fluttering clothes, scattered green awns all over the sky.
The creatures in the realm of the gods and spirits can already perform the technique of congealing and transforming shadows within a short distance.
"Desolate and lonely, beautiful under the moon, called Ji Qingchan."
Ji Yuenian's voice gradually drifted away, faintly reaching his ears, it still didn't say a word, just quietly holding the dragon's blood true form scroll, and the bright golden-red halo lingering on it filled the air, gradually Reflected in the depths of the pupil.
Ji Qingchan.
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Lanjiang Grand Canyon.
The sound of bells and drums entered his ears, Tunyue Yuanjun looked a little nervous, and walked slowly into the mountain god's true hall.
The majestic hall of worship has long been devastated, and most of the statue of the Lanjiang Mountain God, which is tens of feet high, has been destroyed. Only the huge broken body collapsed to the side, and the air of death spread on it.
Under the collapsed statue of the Lanjiang Mountain God, there is a figure in a long robe. At this time, he is quietly looking at the only gray eyes left by the statue. The mistake is that the Ninth Palace killed the true spirit and deprived the god position, which is really a pity."