Record of Chaos

　　 "Huang Quan, you really want to follow Qin Zunyang's rebellious rebellion?"

　　 Yelan was in the bodies of Lin Long and Lin Shihu, following the breath of Gouzhu and Huang Lu, and gradually approached, but he was not irritable. He only strode in this deep underground, while continuing to spread his voice in all directions:

"I am the current Xuan Tiewei Qianhu Yelan. You have not been expelled, and you are still a genuine Xuan Tiewei. You dare not kneel when you see Qianhu adults? As Xuan Tiewei rebelling, you know the consequences too. ."

In front of 　　 is a huge space with a radius of hundreds of feet, and the ground platform is empty. There are no magic weapons on the ground, no property, not even a trace. There was only a human-sized sarcophagus in the middle, and it lay quietly on the ground without carving, indicating that this was the resting place for generations of emperors.

　　 Gouzhu and Huang Lu ran here, there was no way to escape. The only entrance was the one where Lin Long and Lin Shihu came. Besides, after that road went out, the way out was already blocked by gravel.

　　 The coffin lid was gradually pushed open. No one outside did it, someone pushed it away from the inside.

　　 A beautiful woman sat up from the coffin. Her appearance was exactly the same as Huang Lu, but she was colder, more illusory, and more perfect.

　　 She exudes soft light, her eyes are as bright as black jewels, and her soft black hair drifts along the water like a black surge. Her complexion was pale, and she wore a black dress that was soft like water, which further reflected her snow-white skin, as clean and flawless as the white space on the ink painting.

　　 She has a graceful posture, like the most beautiful jellyfish under the water. Her body is water, and those colors and lines are just the light emitted by the gathering of certain spiritual energy in the water. But her eyes showed an unwilling and puzzled look:

　　 "Why, it's been five hundred years, obviously he's just a dead person, and he doesn't even exist anymore. Can you still come here?"

"In the eighteenth year of Hou Tu Tianrong, a total of 1,368 Array Masters were set up in the Kunli Palace, Liuhe Supreme Void Array," Ye Lan's face was not waved, and his voice was hoarse, but he did not slowly. Explained, "The old man is just wondering why the number of corpses at the Lucuitai celebration banquet recorded in the file is only 1,367."

　　 The Hou Tu Dynasty has been in the East Victory Shenzhou for thousands of years, and there are countless sages, but Tianrong Emperor is a tyrant who can rank in the top ten.

　　 This monarch has committed countless evils, and his enemies are all over the world. With so many enemies, how can he be safe alive? He has only one strategy to deal with, and that is to kill and stop the enemy. If the enemy is killed physically, it is naturally impossible to seek revenge on himself.

　　 But every time he kills a person, he will inevitably forge more enemies, which becomes a vicious circle. It is impossible for him to kill the whole world.

　　 In this way, in order to sleep peacefully, Emperor Tianrong spent countless money to rebuild the Kun Li Palace, and set up a powerful array in the palace: Liuhe Supreme Void Array. This formation may not be able to break even if the gods descend to the earth. He was in control of the main formation alone, and was finally able to sleep well.

　　 Of course, before that, he ordered Xuan Tiewei to execute all the formation divisions who participated in the formation, which would never cause trouble. More than a thousand soldiers died in Lucuitai. Lucuitai was completely burned and there was no trace ever since.

　　 Huang Quan showed a look of disdain: "Huh, is this strange, because one person died before then."

"Huangquan, the first master of the Hou Tu Dynasty, and one of the designers of the Liuhe Supreme Void Formation, would actually die because of the painstaking effort and exhaustion of his mind to write a "Jinhuangjing"? And this time is too coincidental. Right." Ye Lan stared at the erratic woman in front of her with her eyes like torches.

　　 A wry smile appeared on Huangquan’s face that was imperceptible, which made her stunning face even more poignant, "Does Lord Ye have any doubts?"

　　 "Well, so ten years ago, the old man had to dig your coffin and examine your body!" Ye Lan replied coldly.

"Haha, Master Ye's taste is really unique. An old woman who has died for hundreds of years, her flesh and blood is ashes, and a pair of rotten bones. Can Master Ye have fun?" Huang Quan laughed and teased him. She hated this group of digging. Dongxun Snake uses the extreme Xuan Tiewei.

　　 "The bones are indeed your Huangquan. The eight senses are scattered, there is no exception. If the old man guessed right, not only will your body be destroyed, but your soul will have been reincarnated. The real strange thing is the "Jinhuangjing"."

　　 A hint of chill passed in Huang Quan's eyes. She did not wait for the celebration feast at Lucuitai. Five hundred years ago, when she was conscripted by the Emperor of Houtu and participated in the supervision of the construction of the Kun Li Palace, she knew that she would never leave Houtu City alive.

　　 A tyrant sits in the town, an invincible formation. If the formation divisions participating in the construction are not killed, how can the tyrant sleeping on the dragon bed in the formation be at ease?

　　 Since then, she has been writing "Jinhuangjing". Every array picture written into the "Jinhuangjing" will consume a certain amount of spirituality. Although these divine thoughts still exist in the scriptures she can control, once her divine thoughts are exhausted and the sea of ​​consciousness dries up, she will die.

　　 This is a completely real death, like being swallowed by the soul. Without the primordial spirit, the consciousness is completely destroyed, and the soul is only the reincarnation of the Tibetan consciousness. The body is dead and decayed. There is absolutely no cure, let alone resurrected from the dead.

　　 The only difference is that her primordial spirit was not swallowed by people, but was written into the "Jing Huang Jing" by her.

"So the old man went to look for the "Jing Huang Jing". Since this matter was handled by Xuan Tiewei, all these things should be kept in Xuan Tiewei's warehouse. But it was not discovered until the old man went to count. It turns out that this priceless treasure "Jing Huang Jing", which was integrated with Huang Quan, the first sect master of the year, was stolen by Qin Zunyang, a rebel of the Five Elements Sect hundreds of years ago!"

　　 "Haha," she heard that Master Ye wandered around like a fly in order to track her whereabouts, and a triumphant smile appeared on her face, "Qin Zunyang has been soaring for hundreds of years, so why don't you Xuan Tiewei go to the sky to find him."

　　 "You have exhausted the "Jinhuangjing", how can you be willing to let Qin Zunyang take it to the sky, you must stay in this third continent." Ye Lan coldly swept away Huang Lu who had nowhere to escape.

"The "Jing Huang Jing" is still in this third continent, but it has been renamed "The Three Forms Jing"! The old man knew that the "Three Forms Jing" was in the frontier of Zhongzhou Chongxuan Temple. It is a pity that my master commanded the demon army from Dongzhou Sweeping all the way to Fenglu City, the old and young women and children did not let go, devouring the soul one by one, and they did not find the place of the "Three Formations".

　　 "But I didn't expect this physical body of you to run all the way with the "Three Formations Sutra", and even ran into the mountain of humans and demons.

　　 "Nonsense!" Huang Lu was angry when she heard it, "This "Three Formations Sutra" is inherited by my Huang family from generation to generation, added and deleted from generation to generation, accumulated for a hundred years, what does it have to do with you?"

Ye Lan didn't care about her at all, but stared at Huang Quan, who was erratic and illusory, and said in surprise, "I can actually write my entire soul into one scripture, and then build this five-element fixed yuan array. Fixing the pure soul in this formation to escape the cycle of life and death is really a fantastic idea for someone who has never seen it before!"

　　 You must know that the monks Yunyun in the world want nothing more than immortality. The so-called longevity is nothing more than jumping outside the six reincarnations. But there are so many monks, how many people can cultivate a long life in the end?

　　 And Huang Quan actually abandoned his body and soul together, leaving only his divine knowledge in one scripture. Then use this scripture to build a five-element fixed-yuan formation to ensure that the primordial spirit does not disperse, and to stay free in this formation from now on. Isn't it a different kind of longevity?

　　 Huangquan smiled wryly. In fact, she had nothing except some remaining divine thoughts, her soul and body, and she was originally just a scripture.

If it hadn’t been for Qin Zunyang to read the "Three Formations Sutra" and build this Dingyuan Formation in the Transmission Tower according to her requirements, and she reincarnated in this formation, she would not be able to talk about the word “living” at all. It is no different from a dead thing.

　　 Now that she relies on the power of the big formation, the illusory body constructed with the aura of heaven and earth, compared with the original Yuanyang body of Huangquan, is it the same "person"? She didn't even think about it. She just wasn't willing to let her life's knowledge be completely annihilated under the tyrant's lust.

"Now it is my master who is thirsty for talents. If there is a master like you to come out to help, sit on the world's great ~ www.readwn.com~ resources are endless, why the master can't worry about the world and immortality? Why be trapped in this corner World?"

　　 Yelan's voice is as clear as water, without any emotions, he has given the listener the right to decide everything, just waiting for the decision of the formation master, who has only a ray of consciousness left for five hundred years.

　　 "Is this going to let me die again?" Huang Quan's smile was still cold, which clearly indicated that she had died once under the Hou Tu Dynasty, and there would never be a second time.

　　 Yelan's face changed, and there was already a black iron plate in his hand with the word "Xuan" carved on it. He flashed this iron medal in front of Huang Quan's eyes and shouted sharply:

　　 "Huang Quan, Xuan Tie Ling is here, how dare you not kneel!"

　　 Huangquan’s extremely beautiful eyes suddenly revealed infinite fear, making her original beautiful face turned into a weird shape like a drawn bow.

　　 Her figure is completely transformed by a large formation controlled by divine consciousness. Once the consciousness fluctuates, the whole body will be twisted.

　　 She put her hands on her temples and let out a scream of terrible scream. This scream was not made by her body, but the entire array was shaking, and the sharp voice echoed at the bottom of the lake.

　　 "Even the body and soul are gone, only the spiritual sense is left, and I can't get rid of the profound blood contract left on the spiritual sense more than 500 years ago!"

　　 Amid the violent fluctuations, Huang Quan's body gradually returned to its original shape. But her knees were already on the ground, her hands were weakly supported on the ground, and her hair like a waterfall fell all over the ground.

　　 As long as she resists a little bit, the profound blood deed imprinted in the divine consciousness burns like a fire, making her whole body torment in fiery heat.

　　 All the Xuan Tiewei signed the Xuanblood Pact at the beginning of joining. There is only one item in the contract: See Xuan Tie Ling, you can't do anything!