Wonderland

In the dim space, an old man was sitting cross-legged. The old man had white beard and hair, and was wearing a white broad avenue robe. He was sitting upright with his eyes closed.

There is also a golden vertical line between his eyebrows, shining with a faint golden light, and the void around him will almost start to become blurred every few times, but it will soon recover, and so on.

Suddenly, the space was filled with spiritual light, but it was not the old man, but a dazzling silver light was emitting from the wall opposite the old man, and then an old man in black robes walked out from the silver light, this person and the old man sitting upright with his eyes closed They are seven to eight points similar, except that the black-robed old man is obviously much younger, and his long hair is black and white, but the vertical stripe between his eyebrows is bright silver.

As if sensing an unexpected visitor coming to his cave, the old man in white robe slowly opened his eyes.

"Junior brother, you haven't come to see my senior brother for thousands of years, right? Why do you have the leisure today to come to Fujin Mountain in Beixuan Valley?"

"Brother, did you ever know that Doro is dead?" The person who came had a serious face, without the slightest intention of joking, and opened his mouth to say something that shocked the old man in white robe.

"Doro is dead?" The old man in white robe stood up suddenly, with a shocked expression on his face.

Doro is the nine-armed holy king of the multi-armed tribe. Doro just entered Mahayana thousands of years ago. Whether it is supernatural power or experience, he is not considered a powerful existence among Mahayana monks, but the skinny camel Bigger than Ma, he is a Mahayana monk after all.

To be able to kill a Mahayana cultivator is at least a Mahayana cultivator.

"Do you know who killed Doro?" The old man in white robe quickly calmed down after being shocked, and asked in a cold voice.

The black-robed old man shook his head: "The entire Saint King Mountain has been completely wiped out, and Doro's body was crushed into powder. I have talked and searched around, I want to find There are some clues, but the people who saw the destruction of Shengwang Mountain did not know who did it, and there are even many people whose memories seem to have been wiped out. Those who can have such means, let alone Beitian Shattering Realm, Even in the entire Northern Tianyu, there is no way to find out."

The white-robed old man also realized the seriousness of the problem. For a Mahayana immortal cultivator, unless the difference in supernatural power is too great, it is difficult to kill the opponent, because even if the opponent cannot beat him, he can still escape.

And even if you want to kill a Mahayana monk, you usually have to pay a heavy price. If you don't do it well, you will lose money instead of stealing chickens.

To be able to do so cleanly and kill Doro, and Doro didn't even have time to blew himself up, it seems that only Wanmu Lingzun can do it in the entire Northern Tianyu.

"Could it be Wanmu Lingzun?" the white-robed old man muttered to himself.

"How is this possible? Brother, you originally got the Wanmu Order, so you encouraged the multi-armed race to start encroaching on the areas controlled by the human race. The purpose is to take the opportunity to get rid of the four major spiritual domains of the human race. Once the four major spiritual domains are destroyed, the rest The so-called top ten sects of the human race are nothing but native chickens and tile dogs, and they will not be successful at all. When the luck of the human race plummets, even if they are given a million years, they may not be able to give birth to another Mahayana monk."

"If our brothers hadn't considered that he has already achieved the position of Lingzun, how could we obey him? Is it possible that Wanmu Lingzun wants to cross the river and demolish the bridge? What he is plotting is not just a small human race, but wants to drive us north Are all the Sky Broken Realm included in the area controlled by the Spirit Clan?" The old man in white robe thought for a moment before speaking.

"Brother, this is too unbelievable, isn't it? It has only been a few hundred years since the multi-armed race encroached on the human race's territory, and it has only occupied the important resources of several human races such as Baohuahai, which is far from enough to hurt them. It’s so bone-breaking, and besides, the four major spiritual realms have been giving in all these years, without giving Doro a chance to take action. Doesn’t it make sense that the Wanmu Spirit Master killed Doro at this moment?”

The old man in white robe nodded his head when he heard the words. It really doesn't look like Wan Mu Lingzun did it. No matter from the point of view of reason or motivation, Wan Mu Lingzun didn't need to do this.

But in the entire Northern Heaven Territory, it seems that only Wan Mu Lingzun can kill Doro quietly. Even if the two of them join hands, it is not easy to kill Doro.

"Is it possible to be the Bone Race?"

"Bone Race?" The white-robed old man's expression froze.

"The withered bone sage in the Bone Race, who comprehends the branch of the rule of life, is powerful. Although he has never achieved the position of the holy ancestor, even Wanmu Lingzun dare not underestimate him. Among the Bone Race, who can kill Doro so easily, maybe he is the only one."

"The Saint of Withering Bone-Hua Piaoluo, originally belonged to the extremely rare Huabone Clan in the Bone Clan. This Bone Clan was almost extinct. I didn't expect there to be such a person as Hua Piaoluo. Fortunately, she did not understand the rules. Otherwise, once they reach the position of the Holy Ancestor, the Bone Race will never be satisfied with the Xuanhuang Territory, the Northern Sky Territory, and even the entire Sacred Moon Continent north of the Sacred Bone Land, and the land of several domains will be destroyed by the Bone Race. family included."

"Could it really be the flowers falling?" The black-robed old man also showed a nervous expression on his face.

"Brother, I'm just guessing that the fellow Taoists of the Spirit Clan are also very nervous now, for fear that the flowers will fall and advance to the Holy Ancestor. Hua Piaoluo is defeated, and it is very difficult to kill her, and Wanmu Lingzun will never do this, otherwise, once she is not killed, one day in the future, if she really advances to the Holy Grail Ancestor, then the Spiritual Race will not only face a loss of territory, but also a genocide."

After a pause, the old man in white robe continued: "However, Hua Piaoluo has no reason to kill Doro, and with Doro's comprehension and aptitude, it is already the apex of being able to reach the Mahayana stage, and it does not pose any threat to her. Brother, I really can't think of what is the purpose of her doing this?"

"If it's neither Wanmu Lingzun nor Huapiaoluo, then who would it be? Could it be a passing Lingzun ancestor?"

The white-robed old man shook his head, and sighed helplessly, "The spiritual world is boundless, and the Holy Moon Continent is just the tip of the iceberg. Even if there is a spirit ancestor passing by, it is not uncommon. This matter is temporary. Don't spread it out, we will observe secretly, and at the same time we must be extremely careful, since this person has the ability to easily kill Doro, then you and I will definitely not be his opponents, we still have to be careful."

"Senior brother said, hey, right now the Holy Moon Continent is treacherous, and the spirit clan is ready to move again. The human race has now retreated to the barbarian land of the broken northern sky, lingering, why should the spirit clan continue to suppress it? The four great spiritual domains , except for a few people, they are basically not successful, even if a Mahayana is produced, it may not be able to change the status quo, whether the spirit race is a little too cautious."

The old man in white robe walked slowly to a futon next to him, sat down cross-legged, he sneered, and said: "The history of the spirit race is not glorious, when the world was in a catastrophe, the human race could be said to turn the tide, several Mahayana monks all fell, The high-ranking and top-ranking monks in the clan were also completely lost. The Spirit Race was originally just a small clan that survived in the wild ancient forest, just like the multi-armed clan. They were always treated as barbarians. Weak, they began to annex the areas controlled by the human race, killing countless human races for this, it can be said that blood flowed like a river, and it was only after the Futu clan came forward that the spirit clan had to stop killing."

When the black-robed old man heard the words Futu Clan, his complexion changed drastically, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

The most affluent place in the Holy Moon Continent is actually occupied by the Futu Clan. The Northern Sky Territory where the Spirit Clan is located and the Xuanhuang Domain where the Bone Clan is located are just the barren lands in the north of the Holy Moon Continent. Although the Futu Clan can’t see In this area, but it does not allow the races inhabiting the barren land in the north to break out major conflicts, especially for ordinary creatures, such an act of extermination is even more taboo. Another race launched a war of genocide, fearing that it will be exterminated by the Buddha clan before it succeeds.

The Buddha Clan, for many races in the Northern Sky Territory, has never heard of it, and only a few peak existences know the existence of this race.

The white-robed old man continued: "Although the spirit race has stopped killing, it has also caused countless deaths and injuries to the race. For a long time, many high-ranking monks of the human race have kept this hatred firmly in mind. One day, once the human race rises, it is bound to belong to the spirit race. nightmare."

"I understand." The black-robed old man nodded: "The Spirit Race is afraid of the Futu Race, so they encourage us Tianmu Race and the Multi-armed Race to gradually encroach on the Human Race's territory, and use the method of boiling frogs in warm water to gradually exterminate the Human Race. Come on, even if the Futu clan knew about it, they wouldn’t say anything, after all, in the spirit world, there are many races, and it’s common for groups to change, and although the Futu clan is terrifying, they can’t take care of everything.”

The old man in white robe nodded and sighed softly: "Speaking of which, our Tianmu clan is a closely related race to the human race. Our ancestors first practiced the Golden Eye Technique. After practicing this technique to the extreme, they became It can change its own mechanism so that its descendants will also have the third eye, so we have the third eye clan. We cooperate with the spirit clan to suppress the human race, but in fact we forget our ancestors."

"You can't blame us for this matter. The strong in the world of cultivating immortals are respected. The strength of the spirit race is huge now, so we have to succumb. Otherwise, not only will we not be able to keep the human race, but even our Tianmu clan will be wiped out. On balance, We also had to do it.”

"Brother, I know, don't say anything about Doro's fall, and the suppression of the human race will be temporarily stopped. I will explain it to Wanmu Lingzun in person when I have time."

"Okay, Junior Brother knows, then Junior Brother will take his leave first."

Following the dazzling white light on the wall again, the black-robed old man walked slowly into it. When the white light disappeared, the whole space fell into darkness again.

The old man in white robe sat cross-legged on the futon, his face was cloudy and cloudy, Doro's fall made him a little uneasy.

The white-robed old man is the pinnacle existence of the Tianmu clan. The old monster Tiantong, a Mahayana cultivator, came here just after performing the Yangshen's moving method. For giving them such indecent titles.

In fact, the Tianmu tribe has always called them the ancestors of the sky pupil and the ancestor of the earth eye.

Ancestor Tiantong knew that he was not a holy ancestor of Lingzun after all, and he could not be free from coercion. Doro's fall seemed to indicate that a storm was coming, but he had no choice but to wait quietly.

"Hey~~" came a sigh.

"Tiantong, if you didn't still have a little conscience in your heart, knowing that the Tianmu clan and the human race are close relatives, today's Fujin Mountain is where your old bones are buried."

As the sound fell, a figure quietly appeared not far in front of the ancestor of Tiantong, and dense black patterns appeared on the surrounding walls, connecting the stone walls and the top of the entire space with his body. The feet are all covered.

Ancestor Tiantong's face changed drastically, and after hearing the owner of the voice, his eyes showed horror: "Impossible, you are still alive, you have comprehended the rules, and you have comprehended the power of the rules to the perfect state , You have advanced to the Great Spirit Venerable."

The ancestor Tiantong looked at the Huan Lingzun who was walking towards him, his face gradually became clear. He didn't look like a monk in the Mahayana period, but there was a frightened expression on his face, as if he had seen a ghost.

"If you want to kill me, Huan Tianmou, I'm afraid there's no such existence in the spiritual world, right?" Huanling Zun walked to the front of Patriarch Tiantong and stood a few feet away, his eyes glowing with cold light as he stared at he.

Patriarch Tiantong was a Mahayana monk after all. After experiencing a brief panic, he quickly calmed down.

"Tiantong has seen the Great Spirit Lord." Patriarch Tiantong hurriedly got up and bowed his hands in salute.

Although Ling Zun and Da Ling Zun are both in the Mahayana realm, in the world of cultivating immortals, they are half a generation higher than ordinary Mahayana monks, so ordinary Mahayana monks will pay homage to the ancestors of Ling Zun after seeing them. , this is also the default rule that has been formed in the world of cultivating immortals for countless years.

"Tiantong, when you betrayed the deity back then, I'm afraid you didn't have this kind of etiquette? To tell you the truth, Doro was beheaded by the deity and came to your Fujin Mountain today. Where did you come from? Very clear."

Hearing this, the ancestor Tiantong glanced at the endless Dao patterns around him, and showed a bitter smile.

"Great Spirit Venerable, calm down. What happened back then was indeed Tiantong's fault. Although he was coerced by the entire Tianmu clan, Tiantong did something that was not conducive to the Great Spirit Venerable. If he wanted to kill him, he would cut him to pieces. No complaints."

"Oh? Are you really not afraid of death?" What the ancestor Tiantong said surprised the Huan Lingzun.

"When we reach the realm of you and me, we naturally cherish our own lives even more. Although Tiantong has advanced to Mahayana for tens of thousands of years, there is a high probability that he will not be able to integrate the power of rules in this life, but after all, he still has tens of thousands of years to live, but In order to appease the anger of the Great Spirit Master, it is not a pity for Tiantong to die."

Huan Lingzun sneered: "You found out that the Dao Rune enchantment has been set up here by the deity, and you know that you can't break it, so that's the case?"

The patriarch Tiantong smiled and nodded and admitted: "The Great Spirit Venerable has already integrated the power of the rules. With the help of the perfect rules, Tian Tong is indeed unable to break through the Dao pattern enchantment, and with the prophecy rules of the Great Spirit Venerable, the sky can't be broken. How could Tong's little thought be hidden from you."