Ling tripod

The third hundred years!

Chu Yan was sitting cross-legged on the top of the Celestial City, with his white hair flying in the wind and dancing in the sky.

The tenth spot has still not been taken away by anyone.

Some people have given up, knowing that given their qualifications, they have lost hope.

But Chu Yan did not give up.

During his two hundred and ninety-nine years on the Fallen Immortal Island, he realized three lives, and each time he realized it was different. At this moment, everything flashed in his mind.

He knew that he was only one step away from reaching the state of refining his mind.

In fact, just as Chu Yan reasoned, the cultivation of artistic conception corresponds to the cultivation level. In this way, the higher the cultivation level in the outside world, the easier it will be for people to understand the artistic conception after entering the Fallen Immortal Island.

In this way, Husen was the first to reach the clear meaning.

And Chu Yan was even before Hu Sen. You can imagine how talented Chu Yan is.

Now, Chu Yan wants to refine his mind in this Fallen Immortal Island with his cultivation level that is only in the ascension stage in the outside world. Such things are naturally extremely difficult.

This last year has gone by very fast.

The morning of the 31st day of the 300th month, 12th month.

"The third hundred years, an opportunity..."

Chu Yan's face was old, and he opened his slightly cloudy eyes. Three hundred years, in a trance, it was like a dream, but it existed so real.

Now, after three hundred years, there is only the last day left.

It was not that Chu Yan wanted to postpone the last day until now, but somehow, when he closed his eyes and opened them again, this day had arrived.

"Brother..."

At this moment, a voice came.

The person who came was dressed in white, it was Bai Shuimiao, with a look of reluctance in his eyes.

"Shui Miao!"

Chu Yan smiled lightly.

In the past three hundred years, Bai Shuimiao has not been here once, but Chu Yan knew that he secretly entered Tiancheng and stayed by his side.

Bai Shuimiao's eyes were full of reluctance: "Brother, are you leaving tomorrow?"

Chu Yan once said that he would leave in three hundred years, and Bai Shuimiao naturally knew that, but now, three hundred years are about to arrive.

"There is no need to do this when there is a separation eventually!"

Chu Yan looked at Baishui Miao and said lightly, after three hundred years and more than two hundred years of friendship, Chu Yan now regards Baishui Miao as a brother.

Bai Shuimiao didn't speak, but his eyes were filled with mist. This was the first time he had done so after Qiu Ba's death.

"Brother Chu!"

At this moment, a female voice came.

The person who came was dressed in purple and had a beautiful appearance. It was Ping An who had changed into women's clothing. There was also a look of reluctance in her eyes. Over the past hundred years, she was still thinking about the connection between herself and Chu Yan, but in the end she couldn't Untie.

Chu Yan also felt an inseparable connection with Ping An, but he didn't know why.

Chu Yan said: "No need to say more, today is my last day on Fallen Immortal Island!"

Peaceful silence, that kind of reluctance, not only comes from the heart, but even from the blood.

"It's finally time to make this choice!"

Chu Yan's eyes flashed with light, and he couldn't help but think of the words of Jin Lingtong back then.

On this last day, it’s time for Yi Lou and his party to go!

After finishing his words, Chu Yan stood up and looked at the Yi Tower in the distance, his eyes flashing with light.

"Brother, if you treat me as your brother, let me go with you!"

Bai Shuimiao and Chu Yan have been brothers for many years, and Chu Yan's thoughts can naturally come to mind at this moment.

Before Chu Yan could speak, Ping An spoke on the other side: "Brother Chu, An'er is willing to help you!"

"Okay, you two have accompanied me here for the past three hundred years. Everything is caused by cause and effect. You will go with me today!"

Chu Yan nodded.

As he spoke, Chu Yan was surrounded by the artistic conception of wine, and his whole body flew towards the Yi Tower.

Ping An and Baishui Miao, one on the left and one on the right, flew together.

The Yi Tower is at the core of the Fallen Immortal Island. It towers into the clouds. On the entire Fallen Immortal Island, including all the cultivators, no one has reached the top of the Yi Tower except the owner himself.

On this day, under the Yi Tower, Chu Yan and three others arrived.

Outside the Yi Tower, there is an open space. On the open space, there are statues. Each statue has artistic conception in it, and beside the statue, there are people sitting cross-legged to comprehend.

The arrival of Chu Yan and the others immediately attracted everyone's attention.

There were more than a hundred people sitting cross-legged, all of them cultivators of Peeping Mind. When they saw Chu Yan, his eyes changed instantly!

"The ghost is here as invited..."

Chu Yan clasped his fists and whispered to Yi Lou.

He still remembered what Jin Lingtong said back then.

"Set up the formation!"

However, one of the more than a hundred Yilou cultivators shouted immediately.

Immediately, more than a hundred Yilou cultivators used many stone statues as foundations and began to set up an array in an instant. It was as if they had been deriving this array for many years. The many stone statues were constantly changing their positions in the array.

"My eldest brother, I came here upon invitation. What do you mean?"

Baishui Miao shouted angrily.

"The original poster has a destiny, and the Ghost City Lord will treat you like this when he comes!"

Among them, someone yelled this year, and soon the formation was formed, and Chu Yan and the other three were directly trapped in it.

This formation is extraordinary, and it is not easy for ordinary cultivators, even those at the peak of spiritual cultivation, to break through it.

Ping An said angrily: "Humph, look at me..."

Chu Yan waved his hand, and then whispered: "Wine..."

As he spoke, the phantom of the boundless wine and artistic conception around him turned into mist and spread instantly, spreading directly to the entire formation, and finally enveloped more than a hundred Peeping Mind Cultivators.

The next moment, they were all intoxicated and fell to the ground.

At the same time, there were smiles on their faces. In the artistic conception of wine, Chu Yan integrated the artistic conception of memory, allowing them to recall the best things they had ever done!

More than a hundred people in the main formation fell to the ground drunk, and the formation was naturally destroyed!

"Walk!"

Chu Yan spoke softly and led the two of them to walk quickly. In just a few breaths, they arrived at the door on the first floor of the Yi Building and pushed the door open directly.

On the first floor, sitting cross-legged, was an old man in red.

This person, whose cultivation is Mingyi, this old man in red, Chu Yan knows, it is Wu Qingkuang who was the first one in Yilou to fight against him!

In the battle that year, Chu Yan completely suppressed Wu Qingkuang, and his memory was still fresh. Seeing him again today, there was a wry smile in his eyes.

"Fellow Ghost Daoist, I know that I am not as strong as you, but I still want to fight you!"

Wu Qingkuang stood up and looked at Chu Yan, and then the artistic conception of fire roared.

"drunk!"

Chu Yan whispered, the artistic conception of wine was activated, and Wu Qingkuang fell asleep directly.

Now that Chu Yan is at the peak of his Ming Yi, it can be said that he has half of his foot in refining his will. Wu Qingkuang was not as good as Chu Yan when he was in the realm of Ming Yi, let alone now, there is no obstacle to Chu Yan at all!

Without saying a word, Chu Yan rushed to the second floor.

The people on the second level are still familiar people, and they also fought against Chu Yan back then!

The same word!

drunk!

drunk!

drunk!

…

The word "drunk" was spoken one by one, and the Mingyi cultivators fell in front of Chu Yan one by one.

The tenth floor!

The thirtieth floor!

…

The ninetieth floor!

Under the power of refinement, Chu Yan has long been unstoppable. No words are needed, just one word can make people fall intoxicated.

The ninety-second floor!

Seeing the person in front of him, Chu Yan's eyes changed. Among the many Yi Lou cultivators he had seen before, this person impressed him the most.

Hu Fengnian, the former No. 8 member of the Yi Gang, was known as the number one person under Lian Yi.

Back then, he was defeated by Chu Yan with just one mark of time.

Now, he has reached the level of refining his mind. Although he is new to refining his mind, he is still extremely extraordinary.

"Friend Ghost, long time no see!"

Hu Fengnian looked at Chu Yan with emotion in his eyes.

Regarding Chu Yan, he was more cautious than when he was defeated by him. He had already heard about the battle between the three major city lords.

"No need to say more, I will definitely see you, Master Yilou!"

Chu Yan whispered, and then shouted: "Drunk!"

As these words were spoken, the artistic conception of wine roared out. But facing a cultivator like Hu Fengnian who had already refined his mind, the artistic conception of drunkenness was not enough, and there was also the artistic conception of medicine.

The artistic conception of medicine turns into poison!

The power of intoxication, coupled with the power of poison, exploded at this moment.

Chu Yanzhi's attack was too fast. Hu Fengnian was already hit while Hu Fengnian was still sighing. He was dizzy for a moment and felt like he was about to fall down at any moment.

But since he is a practitioner of mind training, he will naturally not fall down so easily.

Just when Chu Yan was about to fight again, Bai Shuimiao said: "Brother, leave this person to me!"

After a slight hesitation, Chu Yan nodded.

It has been many years since Bai Shuimiao reached the pinnacle of Mingyi. It is extremely difficult to break through and refine the mind, but this is also an opportunity.

Immediately, without further words, Chu Yan and Ping An headed towards the ninety-third floor.

"Your opponent is me!"

Hu Fengnian wanted to stop him, but Bai Shuimiao instantly burst out with the artistic conception of water and fought directly with him.

Ninety-three floors.

Still a master of mind training.

"Brother Chu, let's take action together!"

When Ping An saw the situation, he spoke immediately.

"good!"

Chu Yan didn't say much. He was only at the peak of Mingyi. Although he had half a foot in refining his mind, it still took too much time to face the practitioners of refining his mind.

But now we only have one day, how can we meet the original poster if it goes on like this.

Chu Yan and Ping An immediately joined forces to fight!

"You guys, if you have the skills, you can fight alone!"

The old man Lianyi gritted his teeth at this moment. He didn't expect that Chu Yan would have helpers!

"I am not a Taoist cultivator. I don't talk about morality. Everything is about victory and defeat..."