Fantasia: The Beginning Of The Congenital Sacramental Body

On the way back, Xia Yunsheng kept thinking about the news about this fairy burial place.

The history of the Gu family is not simple. During the Taihuang period, they shared honor and disgrace with Daxia. Although the family did not have a great emperor, it had a quasi-emperor. Its background is the best among the seven great families.

With such a family, he would not be surprised if there was any secret news.

"My little brother should have been invited to the Gu family's banquet, right?"

In the jade chariot, Xia Qingyi teased Xue'er and asked casually.

"Seventh Sister also received the invitation?"

Xia Yunsheng's heart skipped a beat, and then he was relieved. After all, the Gu family took shelter under Da Xia, so it was impossible to hide such things.

Xia Qingyi glanced at him, and said: "Why do you think I came here specially? The Gu family is not simple. I have seen a few words in the Zu Zha of the Ye family. It is said that this family has the blood of the holy spirit."

Xia Yunsheng's expression froze, the holy spirit, once something happens in tens of thousands of years, he will be born with a cultivation level comparable to that of a great emperor, each of which is not simple.

"The ancestors of the Gu family once had a relationship with a female holy spirit, which is why their family has always been prosperous. The holy spirit is blessed by heaven and has extraordinary talents. Naturally, the qualifications of the Gu family cannot be lowered."

Xia Yunsheng nodded slowly, if that's the case, it makes sense.

"This time the fairy burial place is not so simple. I am afraid that there will be amazing treasures inside. I need to prepare a lot. At that time, people from the major holy places will also come. Fighting between dragons and tigers is inevitable. Even if necessary, the holy lords and emperors will also come. will end."

Xia Qingyi's serious exhortation made Xia Yunsheng attach more importance to this secret place.

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Time passed, and the next day came.

The morning glow reveals, the purple glow falls to the sky, the rabbit jumps in front of the Ziji Hall, the magic medicine smells fragrant, and the ancient trees are verdant.

Xue'er squatted in front of a spirit rabbit curiously, leaning her hands on her face, staring at it with wide eyes, but if you look closely, you will find that with her breathing, wisps of purple air are absorbed by her.

Farther away, Jiuyang sits cross-legged on the top of the mountain, facing the rising sun, the flames all over his body have turned golden, like real fire in the sun.

Xia Yunsheng sat upright in the hall, because he had not moved all night, the dew formed by the morning mist hung on his body, eyebrows and eyes, making him look like a jade sculpture.

At this moment, listening to his mind is experiencing a storm.

The Nirvana Sutra Immortal Palace Volume is worthy of being a peerless scripture that is widely praised by all heavens and Dao Domains. Its meaning is to condense a large Leiyin Temple, and cast the three Buddha Dharma Bodies of this life, the future, and the past inside.

After cultivating to the extreme, the three great Buddhas recite sutras together, and the speed of practice in the future is equivalent to receiving the blessings of the third world, and the effect will be stronger as the time goes on.

This is an unprecedented Tao, which inspired Xia Yunsheng.

There was chaos in his mind, the Immortal Palace Scrolls of Taihuangjing, Wuhuangdian Xiangong Scrolls, and the Immortal Palace Scrolls of Wanhuangshu were all circulating.

The dewdrops hanging on his body were all shaken away by an inexplicable force, but they were suspended around his body again. The dewdrops were rendered into seven colors by the brilliance of Xia Yunsheng's body, revolving around him in a mysterious trajectory like a planet.

The Great Dao manifested around Xia Yunsheng at this moment, surrounding him, speeding up his comprehension and deduction.

Finally, the entire four imperial scriptures were shattered in his mind, rearranged and finally formed a divine prose word by word.

The divine culture manifested in the void, attracting hundreds of millions of auspicious colors, the sky was full of flowers, the ground gushed golden springs, orchids and jade trees, and the shape of clouds and fairy towers spread on this island, which instantly alarmed countless masters of the Great Xia.

"This... seems to be a vision of creation! It came from my younger brother's position."

Xia Yunqing, who was consolidating his cultivation, suddenly opened his eyes and looked there in shock.

"I have finally stepped out of my own way, and the future can be expected."

Sitting high on the top of the cloud, Emperor Wu was also moved at this time, closing his eyes to catch the aura in the air carefully, and finally murmured: "It's really a domineering law, and the meaning of self-importance is carried out in it. This is a kind that cannot be defeated once. the way."

The clan elders, aging fossils, and countless younger generations of Daxia are all suspended in the void at this moment, watching quietly, with indescribably complicated expressions, but they are no longer surprised by Xia Yunsheng's repeated breaking of taboos, Because this is who he is.

"Perhaps, my Great Xia will publish the fourth Emperor's Classic in the future."

Xia Wujiang stared blankly, his expression ecstatic.

Xia Yunsheng opened his warm eyes and carefully observed the divine text in front of him.

Every word is like a black dragon whirling around, a phoenix fluttering its wings, a spirit turtle spitting and feeding, and Rui Lin raising his head.

Xia Yunsheng engraved it vividly in his mind, and with a wave of his hand, the words dissipated.

The power of the secret realm within the body operates spontaneously.

The fire-like mist burns in the secret realm of the Immortal Palace, covering the sky and the poles, with the sound of dragons singing and phoenixes whistling, the fire cooking oil, and a huge sound reverberates in it, the sound is not real, it seems to be worshiping, but also praying , the figures of Wanzu could be faintly seen in the mist.

In the dense fog, a majestic blood-colored palace gradually revealed its whereabouts.

It is cast like red crystal, ancient and mottled, and there are pictures of great emperors rushing to immortals on the walls and ground, most of which end in desolation. The blood-colored hall seems to be dyed by their emperor's blood. Entering the sky, the light is slanted, and three words can be faintly seen:

Temple of Battle Immortals