Wonderland

Many people don't know that the Northern Sky Broken Realm is already a dark tide surging.

In the depths of the Thousand Grass Wild Forest, in an endless mountain range that can't be seen at a glance, countless palaces were built. These palaces are all over the mountainside and top of the mountain, countless.

But on the three tallest peaks in the center, there is a huge castle in the air. The castle is like an upside-down mountain peak, just extending from the white clouds. The huge city is built on the upside-down above the mountain peaks.

This is the mountain gate of the Illusory Spirit Sect - Sanling Peak, and the huge upside-down mountain above the Sanling Peak is the important place of the Illusory Spirit Sect - the Immortal City of Illusory Spirits.

The Phantom City is not open to the outside world. Only disciples of the inner sect and above of the Phantom Sect can enter. Moreover, restrictions are set up in many places, and corresponding identity tokens are required to pass these restrictions.

The entire Phantom City is in the shape of a staircase. Starting from the city gate, there is a white stone staircase dozens of feet wide, extending to the very back of the city, the Phantom Palace.

The Phantom Spirit Palace is the hidden cultivation place of the Phantom Spirit Sect master, and it is a forbidden area of ​​the Phantom Spirit City. Even the core elders of the inner domain cannot enter it without being summoned.

The Illusory Spiritual Sect has rumored to have millions of disciples, and most of the disciples know how to raise spiritual pets. I saw all kinds of spiritual pets flying in the air around Sanling Peak. There are two-winged lions, some There are tigers stepping on the clouds, there are also Qujing cranes, and there are even many poisonous insects and poisons, like centipedes with two wings, and toads that burst out of colorful auspicious clouds in a single jump.
The Illusion Spirit Sect not only collects the eggs of various spiritual beasts, ferocious beasts and demonic beasts in the world of immortality, but also tames them through the sect's secrets to become their own spiritual pets.

The disciples of the Illusory Spiritual God Sect can go to the Beast Pavilion and pick their own beast eggs after building their foundation. They are collected from various places and sold to the sect at a certain price. Of course, there are also some mission items handed in by the sect disciples through missions.

According to legend, there are even beast eggs above the desolate level in the beast pavilion. Of course, this also depends on the opportunities of many disciples of the Illusory Spirit Sect. If you are lucky, if you can select a desolate level beast egg, it will be nothing less than... One step to reach the sky.

Even if the selected beast eggs are not satisfactory, it doesn't matter. The beast eggs provided by the beast pavilion of the Illusory Spirit Sect can only be regarded as the welfare of the sect. If you find a higher-level beast egg in the future, you can also cultivate it yourself. Doors don't have any restrictions.

In the Phantom Spirit Palace, it was very dark, and the only light was tens of feet away. A few ever-burning lamps on a few pillars emitted a faint orange light.

In the depths of the shrine, there is a high platform about Zhang Xu. On the high platform, there is a person sitting cross-legged, with his eyes closed, as if he is wandering outside the world, comprehending the rules.

Suddenly, strips of golden aura appeared in the mid-air around the main hall. The moment these golden auras appeared, before the person sitting cross-legged on the high platform made any movement, a ferocious head suddenly lifted up beside him, The fangs are wide-mouthed, and the eyes as big as fists emit a black halo, like a ball of black flames, staring at the golden light.

The golden auras gathered together and then transformed into a white-haired old man.

"Roar~~" A roar sounded in the hall, and the surrounding stone pillars and walls also buzzed and shook.

With the help of the golden aura, I saw that the top of the high platform was actually a middle-aged man in his forties, with three long beards hanging down softly on his chest, and his white and tender skin, with a touch of pink and tender color. At first glance, there is quite a bit of fairy air.

He also slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the ferocious head beside him, and said lightly: "Mo Huang, please be patient."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the white-haired old man with a look of astonishment in his eyes.

"So it's Brother Jin, we haven't seen each other for ten thousand years, right?" The middle-aged man stood up slowly, and walked off the high platform after a slight shake.

"Hey, if this beast hadn't met the old man a few times, I'm afraid it would have attacked the old man directly."

"Roar~" The ferocious head roared in dissatisfaction, then retracted its head back to the high platform and disappeared without a trace.

"Sect Master Mo, I haven't seen you for a long time. You have made great progress in your cultivation. You have already advanced to the late stage of crossing the catastrophe. I am really ashamed. I have been studying for thousands of years, but it is still difficult to make progress. It seems that aptitude is something that I have to wait for." There is a difference." The old man Jin glanced at the middle-aged man, then sighed softly and said.

"Brother Jin, I haven't seen you in ten thousand years, why are you acting so hypocritical? It's just a illusory realm, which has been sealed. Has it come out of the mountain again?" The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said.

"Haha, Sect Master Mo's personality has not changed after ten thousand years, and he is still so humorous. Now that the old man has appeared, it naturally means that the Misty Illusion has been reborn. It is just a disciple of Tianmou Palace who has not yet appeared in the Northern Tianyu. .”

"Oh? After the realm owner disappeared, the Mitian Illusion Realm was sealed off from the world. Thousands of years have passed. According to Mo's original speculation, the Mitian Illusion Realm would never be born unless a new Mahayana monk was born. Could it be that Mi Tian Illusion Realm would not be born unless a new Mahayana monk was born? Has a new realm owner appeared in the illusion?" Hearing this, the middle-aged man asked with a bit of surprise in his eyes.

Hearing this, the old man Jin shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "Mahayana period is not easy to talk about. You and I were both very endowed people back then, and we were high-spirited and thought that it would be easy to advance to Mahayana in the future. Now ten thousand years have passed How did we ever really advance to the Mahayana stage? Our Tianmou Palace, since the disappearance of the illusion master, has also sealed itself, and has not absorbed any new blood. How can we come out with amazing talents? Old man, I also think that I will never return to the spirit world in this life."

"Oh? Then why is Brother Jin here?"

Jin Sou smiled mysteriously, and a black light flashed in his hand, revealing a token.

Seeing the token, the middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and he exclaimed, "Tianmou Ling? Tianmou Ling is the personal token of the realm master. Seeing the token is like seeing a person. Why is this, Brother Jin?"

The middle-aged man saw Jinsou take out the Tianmou Token, and the owner of Tianmou Palace disappeared ten thousand years ago, Jinsao came here with the order, could it be that he wanted to use Tianmou Palace to suppress him.

Jin Sou also heard the dissatisfaction in the middle-aged man's words, his face condensed, and then he said loudly: "Seeing orders is like seeing people, Mo Junwen obeys orders."

The middle-aged man shook his body. Although he was dissatisfied in his heart, he did not dare to resist the order of heaven. Human race in the spirit world respects monks in the Mahayana period. The same is true for doors.

Once there are Mahayana monks in the human race, all kinds of sect forces will respect them. If they disobey, they will encounter the disaster of extermination of the sect. For countless thousands of years, such things have happened countless times.

This is also the basis for the survival of the human race despite its decline.

"Mo Junwen pays homage to Palace Master Tianmou." The middle-aged man knelt on one knee and said.

Jin Sou's expression softened, and he spoke words that stunned Mo Junwen: "I have returned, and the human race will rise strongly. Now I order Mo Junwen to integrate the ten major sects, assemble the immortal army, and wait for the decree. The day when the decree comes is when the human race retakes the Northern Territory." Mo Junwen was stunned. He was smart and understood from the decree conveyed by Jin Sou that Huantian Mou might not be dead and has now returned. In the realm of his Mahayana stage, he had nothing to say when he issued a decree, but he was asked to rectify the immortal armies of the ten major sects and attack the Beitian Territory in the near future.
Isn't this suicidal?

The Nine Veins of the Spirit Race have been operating the Northern Sky Territory for a long time, and now the Spirit Race has three Mahayana monks, one of whom has even perfected the power of the rules and achieved the realm of the Spiritual Venerable, not to mention the human race, even It is the high-end combat power of the Northern Sky Broken Realm gathered together, and it is not their opponent.

Just when he was hesitating, he suddenly thought of what Jinsou said earlier, "This deity?"

Mo Junwen's eyes suddenly burst into two black lights, which were three feet long, and the whole hall seemed to be suddenly plunged into darkness.

"Could it be said that the Realm Master has integrated the power of rules? And what the Realm Master has understood is the prophecy rule, one of the ten major rules. So. Great. Great Spirit Master?"

Mo Junwen's face showed a look of shock, and he stuttered when he spoke. He can't be blamed for this. Anyone who knows that the human race has a great spirit master will lose their composure.

Those low-level monks may not have any concept of what the Great Spirit Venerable means, but they, the peak existence of the human race, are very clear. It can rise strongly.

"That's right, the Great Spirit Venerable has gone through hardships and been living in a foreign land for thousands of years. By chance, he has comprehended the Dao and harmonized the rules. He has already achieved the position of the Great Spirit Venerable. Now that he has returned strongly, he will definitely lead our people to regain their former status. And the spirit race will be the sacrificial stone of our human race."

"Sect Master Mo, take the order."

Mo Junwen took the order from Jinsou in a daze, and he still couldn't believe it, but looking at the heavy token in his hand, he understood that Jinshou would never be joking with him.

He swallowed hard: "The Phantom Spiritual Sect accepts the order."

"Okay, brother Mo, get up, we were working together just now, you and I have known each other for tens of thousands of years, and now we meet again after thousands of years, don't you keep hiding your treasured Mo Xinxin tea, take it out to entertain the old man What?" The old man raised his hand in vain to help.

Only then did Mo Junwen stand up, and then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Haha, I didn't expect, I didn't expect that the realm lord would return from calamity and achieve the realm of the Great Spiritual Venerable. From now on, our human race can rise strongly." Two teardrops from the corners of Mo Junwen's eyes rolled down and landed on the ground. The ground turned into two groups of pitch-black flames, revealing a trace of treachery.

Seeing this, the old man was also very surprised, and thought to himself: "It seems that Brother Mo's Ink True Fire Immortal Art is close to completion."

At the same time, the old man felt sad. These human monks had been oppressed by the spirit race for many years. On the surface, they were respectful, but in fact they were all frustrated and depressed. There were even several monks in the tribulation period who ended up being extremely depressed and bored. This leads to the invasion of inner demons and premature death before the end of life.

So he can understand Mo Junwen's gaffe. This is the bone-chilling hatred that has been accumulated in their hearts for tens of thousands of years, especially the massacre carried out by the Spirit Clan against the human race more than 3 years ago. In that massacre, most of them were killed. The ordinary mortals of the human race, and even the immortal world have lost several monks in the tribulation stage. To this day, they still don't understand why the spirit race carried out that massacre.

And Mo Junwen and Jinsou both embarked on the immortal journey at that time, so the catastrophe was deeply engraved into their bones, but they have practiced so far, and they know how to hide themselves very well. The hatred was deeply suppressed in the bottom of my heart, and I never expressed it.

When he learned that the realm master was not dead, but had also returned from the calamity and achieved the realm of the Great Spirit Master, the hatred deep in his heart could not be suppressed and burst out directly.

The old man of Jin did not speak, and let Mo Junwen laugh up to the sky, until after a cup of tea, Mo Junwen stopped, gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said: "Mo lost his composure, and Brother Jin laughed. "

Jinsou nodded without saying any words of comfort. He was very clear that the depression in the hearts of people of his generation tortured him in despair all the time.

Even many people's sects and clans have died under the butcher's knife of the Spirit Clan. Jin Sou still remembers that there was an immortal army among the Spirit Clan named Rentu.

"Brother Mo, other than the top ten sect masters, it is not appropriate for more people to know about the matter of the Great Spirit Venerable. The Great Spirit Venerable is planning something, and it will take some time."

"Mo Junwen should keep his mouth shut, and never let anyone except the top ten Sect Masters know about it. Otherwise, he will be infiltrated by a heavenly demon, and his meridians will be burnt to death." Mo Junwen's face was serious, and he sent it directly Demon oath.

"Oh, by the way, the Sect Master of the Black Poison God Sect was the traitor of our human race back then. The Great Spirit Lord was besieged back then, and this person contributed a lot to it."

"What? It's the Poison Lake?" Mo Junwen's face suddenly darkened when he heard this, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and even the temperature around him dropped dozens of degrees in an instant.

"Actually, this incident was not the original intention of Du Ze. He is just a poor man being used by the spirit clan, and he has already been punished. Advance to the Mahayana stage, otherwise you will not be able to come out in this life."

"Great Spirit Venerable didn't kill him. Hmph, Great Spirit Venerable has compassion in his heart. If it were Mo, he would definitely be wiped out physically and mentally."

"Great Spirit Venerable has great love for our human race. After knowing that the poisonous lake was not from his original intention, he only opened the net. In fact, he couldn't bear to let our human race lose a top monk who was in the tribulation period. Okay, Great Spirit Venerable. The decree has been brought, and brother Mo please follow the instructions of the Great Spirit Lord, secretly stop the human army as soon as possible, and wait for the opportunity, Jin will leave."

"Wait a minute." Mo Junwen called to stop Jinsou, and said with a smile, "Brother Jin came and went in a hurry, so Mo won't force him to slip away. This box of Mo Xinxin Tea is a present for Brother Jin. If we have free time someday, we can take care of it." Talk about old times."

"Mo Xinxin tea?" Jin old man's eyes lit up, he laughed and said: "Brother Mo has a heart, then the old man will not be disrespectful."

The golden old man took a wooden box from Mo Junwen, put it in the star ring without looking at it, and then left.

As the golden light erupted from the old man's body again, it shot in all directions, and his figure also split apart with the golden light, and then disappeared without a trace as the golden light disappeared.

Mo Junwen was bowing to send the old man off, and after he left, he got up and looked at the Tianmou Order in his hand, and fell into deep thought.