Pagoda Immortality

"What's going on!"

The combined battle has ended. Wu Hengfeng and his group of more than 20 people are recuperating on a lonely peak in the north. With a huge tremor under their feet, they were startled and stood up one after another.

The red raindrops suddenly became dense and fell into the jungle with a crackling sound.

"Buddha has mercy..."

Faxin suddenly showed a sad face, knelt down slowly facing the south, and called out in a trembling voice.

"Farewell, Buddha!"

The three surviving elders of Mingguang Temple knelt down one after another, their bodies trembling slightly, and their voices were full of sadness.

"Wuxiang!!!"

"Brother Wuxiang!!!"

On the battlefield in the south, the darkness of tens of thousands of miles quickly faded, leaving only giant tiankengs and cracks in the sky and the earth that were thousands of feet deep. The mountains and rivers were gone, and the earth was devastated.

Two embarrassed figures staggered from a distance and landed in a ruined area in the central area. Looking at the surrounding land stained with blood, they felt indescribably distressed.

The two were Li Xuanhuo from Xuanlian Pavilion and Guo Jingyun from Yunwu Valley.

Guo Jingyun had come a long time ago, but the black-robed ancestor was much more powerful than the three had imagined. After a battle, the three of them used all their means, but they could not do anything to the black-robed ancestor. Instead, they were suppressed by him.

And just before, the black-robed ancestor once again showed his power and blasted Guo Jingyun and Li Xuanhuo thousands of miles away. Unexpectedly, Wuxiang behind him took advantage of this moment and used the secret method of Buddhism to die together with the black-robed demon ancestor.

"Brother Dao, why bother? Even if you can't kill him, you can just come back next time. Why do you have to do this..."

Guo Jingyun leaned over and picked up a handful of bloody soil, trembling: "You and I have been friends for more than 30,000 years, and we have seen all kinds of storms... But now you..."

Li Xuanhuo next to him lowered his head, his face also full of sadness, but his lips moved, but he couldn't say anything.

Blood-red raindrops fell gently.

The rustling cool breeze seemed to be telling the extraordinary achievements of this human race strongman.

The two stood quietly on this broken land, staring at the scene in front of them, stunned.

Finally, the bloody rain stopped.

The sky regained its color, and figures flew over from a distance one after another, landing around this blood-stained land, bowing their heads solemnly to show respect.

"Faxin."

Guo Jingyun tilted his head and looked in the direction of the four people in Mingguang Temple, shouting hoarsely.

The old monk withdrew his thoughts and slowly came to Guo Jingyun: "Senior."

Guo Jingyun slowly said: "Brother Wuxiang has great merits and virtues. He has been working for the fate of the human race all his life. Now he passed away here, maybe it was destined by heaven. Why not, we erect a monument and build a temple here, and let him stay here."

Faxin nodded: "It should be so."

So, everyone worked together to build a giant tomb with a radius of dozens of miles on this blood-red land. In front of the tomb, there is a nine-foot-high carved stone tablet. In addition to the name of Wuxiang, it also records his life's achievements.

Lu Li, together with everyone else, respectfully bowed to the stone tablet, and then stood aside silently.

The war was basically over at this point.

What remained was some finishing work.

Guo Jingyun and Li Xuanhuo discussed and decided to let everyone start looking for their own opportunities, and at the same time, clear out the missed demon tribes to the best of their ability.

The two of them were going to go to the Night Demon Sea to completely dismantle the universe space formation, so that human practitioners outside this continent could also come to this continent to practice, which was considered to be expanding the territory for the human race.

Lu Li was going to find a place to practice in seclusion, but he thought that there were still many places on this continent that he had never been to, and perhaps there were still some opportunities, so he left here with everyone else.

As everyone left one after another, this desolate land was left with only the huge tomb.

After a while, Lu Li went all the way west and came to the foot of a broken mountain.

He looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he let Jianpi and Mingyue out. He told them the current situation and said, "Now that the demon crisis has been resolved, you two should go out and look for opportunities."

"Boss, how about we go with you?" Jianpi said after looking around.

"Why, are you afraid?"

"How can that be? Isn't it that the Mingxin Sword Palace is going to cause trouble for you? If we are here, we can have a helper, right?"

"Yes, Master, we should go with you." Mingyue also said hurriedly when she saw this.

"No need, I can handle the Mingxin Sword Palace myself. If it doesn't work, there is still Chanbao, right? You two can go without worry and take care of yourselves." Lu Li insisted.

After hearing what Lu Li said, Jianpi and the others didn't say anything more. After saying goodbye to Lu Li, they left in a hurry.

Lu Li continued to rush towards the west without any hurry.

About half an hour later, Lu Li suddenly stopped in midair, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked down at the dense jungle in front of him.

There seemed to be a very familiar breath in the jungle.

"Could it really be the origin of qi!"

After a moment, Lu Li's face lit up, and then he swooped down and landed in front of an ancient tree in the jungle.

From the surface, the ancient tree seemed to have no problems, but Lu Li, who had the origin magic bead, could clearly sense that there was an unusual breath inside the ancient tree.

After staring at the ancient tree in front of him for a few times, Lu Li slowly stepped back three steps, and then slapped the ancient tree three feet away from the trunk with his palm.

Bang! Crash...

Suddenly, the trunk exploded, and the giant tree dozens of feet high fell down. A black line appeared at the irregular fracture, swaying left and right like a tentacle.

As if sensing Lu Li's presence, the black line turned around like a child meeting its mother and flew towards Lu Li.

Lu Li instinctively stepped back, but the next moment, he stopped again and couldn't help but spread out his left hand. The black line suddenly accelerated and drilled into Lu Li's palm.

"Left hand origin energy!"

As the black line entered his left hand, then went up along his arm, and finally connected to the origin magic bead in the sea of ​​consciousness, Lu Li suddenly had an epiphany in his mind.

This black energy was one of the five origin energies from the origin magic bead, the left hand origin.

Then, he gently clenched his left hand, and as expected, it instantly turned pitch black, and it seemed to be made of fine steel, extremely hard.

Lu Li thought for a moment with his eyelids slightly lowered, and then punched an ancient tree a hundred feet away.

Snap! ! !

Suddenly, the dark arm stretched out in an instant, and punched the tree trunk fiercely, easily punching it through. It seems that it has the same effect as Qin Feng's body.

As Lu Li's mind moved, his fist was retracted again, and it instantly returned to its normal blood color without any discomfort.

Lu Li looked at his left hand, and suddenly a confusion arose in his heart: "What is the relationship between this origin of demonic energy and the great demon Jueshang?"