Human beings are deceitful, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

Chapter 155 154. I Was Wrong
"Do not……"

In the black smoke, there were thousands of voices merging into one.

"I can't die..."

"I still want to make Luo Hunzong... great again..."

"How... can you fall here..."

The obsession with Luo Hunzong had already penetrated deeply into Gui Zun's soul, and he couldn't forget it even when he was dying.

His story is not very complicated, but because of his ignorance and pursuit of strength when he was young, he tried to summon a mysterious god to reverse the declining momentum of Luohunzong, but in the end it caused the disaster of destroying the entire sect .

That kind of weird power infected all the incense and fire statues in the sect, and then devoured the disciples who borrowed them to practice, and Yuan Yongyan's master, the previous Luohun sect master, in order to prevent the disaster from leaking out, finally put The entire sect was enclosed in this special space, and that's how it evolved into today's situation.

At this time, An Le was also in a state of running out of oil and lamps, with tearing pain felt all over his body, and his meridians and dantian were as dry as a river bed that had been droughted for three years, with cracks appearing faintly.

"This time I was really squeezed out..."

An Le is not lacking in self-deprecating thoughts.

Just suddenly, he noticed that there seemed to be an extraordinarily hard thing in the core of the crushed Ghost Venerable.

"This is?"

An Le probably figured out that it was a bell-shaped foreign object, so he put it into the storage bag without thinking too much.

The current crisis is not over yet.

As the black smoke continued to disintegrate, the surrounding space began to tremble violently, as if it had become extremely unstable.

An Le suddenly realized: "The node of the relic space, except for the altar, is the existence of the Ghost Venerable itself?"

"No wonder there are no guards beside the altar."

This also means that once Ghost Venerable dies, this space will gradually collapse.

But at this time, An Le felt an unprecedented sense of crisis, his hairs stood on end, and his scalp felt numb.

He turned his head and looked to the side. In the invisible space, several clear cracks appeared, and they were still expanding rapidly. In the depth of the cracks, some dark colors could be vaguely seen, revealing an extremely ominous meaning.

Obviously, after this space is broken, they will never return to Yuntianyu so smoothly!
"Hahaha... I'm dead, you also have to be buried with Luo Hunzong!"

Gui Zun's consciousness that was about to dissipate also noticed this, and let out a maniacal laugh.

Laughter spread throughout the ruins.

The evil spirits and monks on the ground stopped fighting at the same time, raised their heads blankly, and looked towards the sky.

Some ghost generals couldn't believe it: "Ghost Venerable, lost?"

"how is this possible?"

All the evil beings with rational existence have similar thoughts. The ghost master who was so powerful and easily suppressed them died just like this under the hands of a human monk?
What followed was a great panic.

"It's over...it's all over..."

Once this relic space is overturned, there is no reason for them to survive in it.

Many monks also realized this, showing puzzled and desperate expressions.

They obviously risked their lives, so why did the ending seem to have not changed at all?
An Le did not fall into despair, and wanted to do something, but his physical condition was too bad and he was powerless, so even he couldn't help thinking: "This time, is it true that I am going to die here?"

The next moment, he noticed something, and turned his head to look at a certain crack.

I saw a jade-like palm suddenly protruding from there.

It seemed insignificant, but in the blink of an eye, it rapidly expanded and turned into a giant palm that covered the sky and covered the entire sky.

In front of this giant palm, everyone present, Xie Chong, felt extremely small.

Seeing this scene, An Le realized something: "It's not that the palm has grown bigger, but... we, and even this world have shrunk." '

This kind of spell simply surpassed his cognition!

Soon, the dark cracks that had been constantly forming before disappeared like bursting bubbles, and the relic space settled down in a way that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

"No! Impossible!!!"

With only a small cloud of black smoke remaining, Gui Zun's remaining consciousness howled angrily: "How can the ruins of my Luohun Sect..."

"Ah……"

High in the sky, there was an old chuckle: "It's just a Luohun, what's the point?"

The huge palm turned over abruptly, and even the world fell because of it, and an exaggerated wave of spiritual power swept across.

The whole world seemed to be refreshed, as if in just a split second, all the wonders in the Luohunzong ruins disappeared.

Terrifying evil spirits, weird statues of gods, ruins of ruins... like statues piled up by wind and sand, they dissipate into ashes when the wind blows.

However, many monks were unscathed, and even their bodies were like a shower of rain, and the slightest bit of spiritual power was healing their injuries.

Everyone was stunned, and found that the sky became bright again, the hot sun was hanging on the horizon, and the ground under their feet had changed into a familiar appearance, and they had returned to Yuntianyu.

Not far away, there stood an old man with a fairy demeanor, it was Yang Rongzi.

If the injuries on his body were not still aching, people might think that everything he had experienced before was nothing more than a terrible nightmare.

An Leqiang's body finally reached its limit, and the moment he returned to Yuntianyu, he passed out.

"Friend Daoist An!"

"Brother An, are you okay?"

"I'll help him, give him some healing medicine!"

Bai Xianyou, Gu Qiutong, Hu Chunsheng, Gan Bing and the others all hurriedly surrounded him with extremely concerned attitudes, that kind of gesture could not be faked, and they all came from the heart.

Seeing this, Yang Rongzi couldn't help showing a little strange color on his face: "This is... the ghost-masked man?"What did he do to make others treat him with such an attitude? "

******
I don't know how long this coma lasted.

An Le woke up faintly. He opened his eyes in a daze. There was an unfamiliar wall above his head. It could be seen that this was a spacious and beautiful room, and the bed under him was extremely soft.

"Friend Daoist An!"

"Brother An, you're awake!"

Two women's voices came from beside her, the fragrance blowing against her face, An Le took a closer look, and there were two women, Gu Qiutong and Qian Bing, sitting on both sides of the bed.

Subconsciously, he wanted to close his eyes and pretend he wasn't awake, but he held back after thinking about it.

An Le asked, "What time is it now, and where is this place?"

As soon as he spoke, he unexpectedly discovered that except for his hoarse voice, the injuries in his body had basically healed, and there was also an extraordinary medicinal power lingering around, moisturizing and repairing the internal organs.

"It's been three days since we left the ruins, and this is the main city of Yuntian Sect."

Gu Qiutong hurriedly replied, and said, her slender white hands took the initiative to grab Anle's wrist: "How do you feel now? I'll take your pulse again."

"My body is fine, but for three days...the trial of the Taixu Palace..."

"It's over."

Dry Bing glanced at Gu Qiutong's movements, a little eager to try, but couldn't find a suitable reason, so he could only give up, and explained what happened during this period of time for An Le.

Through the explanations of the two women, An Le quickly learned about the recent situation.

It turned out that this trial in Taixu Palace was terminated ahead of schedule.

This has nothing to do with the ruins of the Luo Hunzong, the main reason is that Taixu Palace and the Great Tai Dynasty have started a war!

As the saying goes, sit and watch the rise and fall of the ages, the four sages, the six palaces and the two gods.

Taixu Palace is one of the six palaces, and the Great Tai Dynasty is one of them.

They are all the top forces of the human race, and they had enmity a long time ago, but the conflict just broke out recently.

Taixu Palace immediately suspended the apprenticeship trials in several areas under its rule, and recalled a large number of Huashen elders, including the blind Mo Xin.

You know, Yuntianzong is just a trial area of ​​Taixu Palace. In the territory of Taixu Palace, there are several trial areas of similar scale. The number of people invested is really not a small number. It is normal to make such a decision.

In fact, Yang Rongzi should have left too, but stayed due to some special reasons, and happened to rescue An Le and others.

"I see……"

An Le sighed, frowned, feeling a little dazed.

Doesn't this mean that their previous efforts were all in vain?
When will I see Su Dai next time?

Gu Qiutong seemed to have seen what An Le was thinking, and explained: "Although the trial has ended, Senior Yang Rong said that this time the situation is special, and we can recruit some disciples as appropriate."

"Brother An, you don't have to worry. If you can't join the sect, then others are even less qualified."

Dry Bing also echoed and said: "Yes, yes, you are in Yuntianyu now, but you are a famous person."

She said again: "By the way, you must be hungry after lying down for so long, right? I'll ask someone to bring you something to eat."

"It's better to let me feed you."

"Dry Ice Fairy, let me do this."

"How embarrassing, it's still me!"

The two girls said one sentence to another, and the smell of gunpowder gradually burst into the air.

At this time, the door was pushed open with a "bang", and a masculine male voice sounded like an iron tower: "Brother An, I heard you woke up..."

The person who came was Xiong Batian. His skin was rough and fleshy, and the injuries on his body were basically healed, but he was a little embarrassed when he saw two women and a man in the room.

Behind him, Hu Chunsheng hurriedly chased after him, apologizing repeatedly: "Friend Daoist An, we were reckless, you continue."

Not long after, Yun Wuhen also arrived with Yun Yan wrapped in his arms. His face was slightly pale, but his temperament was not weak at all, and he was still muttering something like "the peak of the immortal...".

The injury Yun Wuhen suffered was actually the heaviest among the crowd. The divine infestation almost completely ruined his path. Fortunately, he was rescued in time so that no serious consequences were caused.

He stared at An Le quietly, thinking in his heart, when would he be able to learn another sentence or two from the other party's mouth, which showed the holiness in front of others.

Although the atmosphere was a bit weird, An Le's mood improved a lot when she saw that these comrades who had fought side by side were still alive.

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at the same time.

In the mid-air of Baiyudongfuzhong.

"Have you checked everything out?"

Yang Rongzi sat at the head, and asked He Zhou, the Yuanying disciple in front of him.

He Zhou's face was no longer as relaxed as usual, but extremely dignified: "Yes, it is basically certain that Li Linfeng used a magic weapon to hide the changes in the Tianyun Mountains."

"Li Linfeng, it really is him."

Yang Rongzi was expressionless, as if he had expected it a long time ago.

This person is also the supervisor of this trial, responsible for the area near the Tianyun Mountains, but when the Luohun ruins appeared, he not only failed to report in time, but even concealed something.

Yang Rongzi asked again: "Which Huashen elder belongs to that magic weapon?"

He Zhou's back was covered with cold sweat, how could such a little Nascent Soul like him be able to get involved in this kind of intrigue between the gods?
But now he has no choice but to whisper a name.

A little surprise finally appeared on Yang Rongzi's face, but more regret and disappointment: "Even he...has fallen over there?"

No matter what kind of power it is, it is absolutely impossible for the interior to be completely monolithic, especially for the existence of Taixu Palace that has lasted for thousands of years, and certain contradictions are already too fast to be eased.

At this time, a faint phantom emerged in the cave.

This is a ray of distraction from Mo Xin. When he reached the state of transforming into a god, one thought is more than just talking.

Mo Xin smiled coldly: "Their hands are stretched too far."

"I'm afraid even this war is in their plan, otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence?"

"Kill it."

Yang Rongzi nodded, and spread out a scroll in his hand. He first wrote down the name "Li Linfeng", and then flicked his fingertips lightly, a smear of blood streaked across, his name seemed to be splashed with blood, stained red A small area on the scroll faded away in an instant.

He Zhou was terrified when he saw it. He knew that a monk with the same strength as himself died so lightly.

This is the deity!
"You should know what to do about today's matter."

Yang Rongzi glanced at He Zhou lightly, causing him to say repeatedly: "I know! I know!"

After He Zhou left, Mo Xin put on her usual gentle smile again, and asked with great interest, "Have you seen the backtracking scene in the Luohun ruins?"

"Now, what's your opinion on the ghost-faced man?"

As cultivators who transform themselves into gods, they can use spells to recall what happened in the previous period of time. It is precisely through this method that the two of them want to use this method to determine the number of places to join the Taixu Palace.

When this topic was mentioned, Yang Rongzi blushed rarely, but he said it objectively.

"It's my fault."

"The performance of the ghost-faced man has indeed far exceeded my expectations. His character, strength, and means are all the best among the crowd."

To be honest, some of An Le's actions in the ruins even made Yang Rongzi secretly startled.

When he built his foundation, he absolutely couldn't do this kind of thing.

Even so, Yang Rongzi said stiffly: "However, I still insist on one point, his aura is too mixed, and his potential is limited."

"It's just that if you have such a heart, your future achievements will still not be too bad."

Mo Xin smiled and said nothing.

Looking at this expression, Yang Rongzi knew what he was thinking, and said with heartache: "I lost the game too."

(End of this chapter)