Fu Luan

Le Wuyan was stunned on the spot.

The situation in front of him changed rapidly, it was the cave of Xiaoyao Xianshan again, and there was still another him in front of him, entering the realm with all his strength.

Le Wuyan tried to move forward, but was always stuck in place and could not move.

He had an intuition in his heart, which was different from the situation he saw last time.

Everything was as he expected, and before the other person's spiritual power came out of his body, the barrier of the cave was suddenly opened by the sword, and a large number of Taoist monks poured in.

Le Wuyan clenched his fists subconsciously, and his body began to tremble slightly unconsciously.

He saw another spiritual force in his body still running at a high speed, rampaging through his body chaotically, and then being forced back to his dantian.

The other one opened his eyes in disbelief and spit out a mouthful of blood. Xu Youming was approaching step by step with Ming Zhi sword in his hand.

The people around were clamoring, "On behalf of the heavens, the devil must die." The other man propped up his frail body and asked the man hissingly, "Who are you?"

The man didn't answer, his dark eyes were filled with ice, and he was calm with the deepest and bottomless emotions.

Someone yelled: "He is the Mingzhi Immortal Venerable of our Taiyi Immortal Sect. He is the one who brought us up the mountain. Today is your day of death. Devil, you must die!"

The other one only asked that person: "Are you going to kill me?"

Xu Youming remained silent all this time, the Ming Zhi sword was raised in his hand, and the soul-breaking sword instantly pierced through the body of the person in front of him.

The other one didn't seem to respond at all. After a long while, his eyelashes trembled slowly. He lowered his head slowly and looked at the sword inserted into his chest. His spiritual power was rapidly draining from that place, and his primordial spirit dissipated little by little. .

The palm of the hand covered the blade of the Mingzhi sword, and he wanted to pull it out, but he was unable to recover.

Xu Youming closed his eyes and never looked at him again.

"You lied to me." Another voice rolled out of his throat, and then he laughed, bringing out a sob that he didn't even notice.

The fire of the most yin quickly enveloped his body, and the person in it also closed his eyes, and his body was finally swallowed by the flames.

Le Wuyan watched helplessly, and the despair surged up, engulfing him. Maybe it was because the dream before was so beautiful that the reality seemed more malicious.

Grief and indignation welled up in his heart, and his body seemed to be torn apart. He broke down and shouted, and the situation in front of him turned into a phantom, which gradually blurred until he returned to darkness completely.

He opened his eyes again in a groggy state, not knowing how much time had passed.

As soon as he moved, he felt spiritual power approaching, full of malice.

Le Wuyan immediately raised his hand to fight back, and the spiritual power of the two parties collided violently. His spiritual power quickly crushed the opponent's, and then he heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, followed by painful coughing and muffled groans.

Le Wuyan frowned, and found that the Qiankun bag reappeared on his body, and immediately released the lighting artifact, only then could he see the scene in front of him clearly.

It was also a dark space, but it wasn't in the eight-door formation. Everyone else was gone, only him, and Xiang Zhiyuan, who tried to sneak attack him just now, was lying on the ground and couldn't get up.

Le Wuyan's face darkened, remembering what happened before, he was dragged into the eyes by the white light, and then he should have entered an illusion, until now he broke through the illusion and came out.

As for the scene in the illusion, whether it was just imagined by him or actually happened in the past, he couldn't tell, let alone why he entered such an illusion, it was always related to the strange formation here.

A hundred years of illusion is actually just a moment.

Le Wuyan suppressed his thoughts and didn't think about it for now.

Xiang Zhiyuan raised his scorched and ferocious face with difficulty, looked at him viciously, and gritted his teeth: "You are indeed the reincarnation of the devil, you just entered the illusion, I saw it, you are him, you are not dead, I want to tell Immortal Venerable, ah—"

Xiang Zhiyuan hadn't finished speaking, Le Wuyan's red waist was already yanking towards him, and his back, which already had no good flesh, was torn apart. He wailed loudly in pain, rolling and crawling on the ground to avoid .

Le Wuyan was unhappy at the moment, and there happened to be someone venting his anger in front of him, so he couldn't help sneering: "So what? What can you do to me? There are only you and me here. You are like this now, thinking that you are still alive go out?"

Then he said: "Since you know that I am the reincarnation of the devil, how can I let your dog's life go?"

Hearing this, Xiang Zhiyuan finally showed fear in his eyes, struggling to back away: "What are you going to do, you can't kill me, I am a disciple of Taiyi Immortal Sect, and my master is Taiyang Venerable , if you dare to touch me, Taiyi Immortal Sect and my master will definitely not let you go..."

"Then let's try, anyway, you must be the one who dies first today." Le Wuyan took a step forward, impatient to listen to his nonsense, wrapped the soul-dispersing talisman around his red waist, and pulled it out for the second time.

The Soul Scattering Talisman, which he drew with his own hands, can only be used for those whose cultivation level is lower than his, which happens to be Xiang Zhiyuan.

He has already made up his mind to kill this person, not only to kill, but also to take away his soul so that he cannot be reincarnated again.

Xiang Zhiyuan screamed in horror, and at a critical moment, he let out a desperate breath, gritted his teeth and threw out a spiritual weapon, trying his best to block it.

In that seemingly inconspicuous spiritual weapon, there was actually an extremely powerful attack power of a monk in the Mahayana period. Le Wuyan reacted very quickly, and immediately released the amulet given by Xu Youming to use the Ming Dynasty hidden in it. Zhijian intends to resist.

The talisman was sacrificed, and the opponent's spiritual weapon was instantly crushed to pieces by the sword intent. Xiang Zhiyuan managed to dodge this blow, but he was powerless to fight back. There was only a "ho ho" sound in his throat, and his whole body was trembling like Sift the chaff.

The red waist was still stretched out in front of him majesticly, and the Yin fire on it was sizzling.Le Wuyan narrowed his eyes lightly, looked at the shattered spirit weapon, and asked him: "That spirit weapon just now belonged to your master, Venerable Taiyang?"

Xiang Zhiyuan said in a difficult voice: "What does it have to do with you?"

Le Wuyan: "It seems to be true. Venerable Taiyang doesn't like you as a disciple, but I don't believe that he will give you such a useful body protection spirit weapon. Is this your brother's thing? You killed them , and even took away their magic weapon, the two of the Nagen Mountain Sword Sect really did not wrong you."

Xiang Zhiyuan stared wide-eyed, refusing to admit it: "You're talking nonsense, no, it's not me..."

Even so, the guilt and fear in his eyes had already betrayed him.

Le Wuyan sneered coldly, this person is serious, death is not a pity, so what if he kills people, he is just doing justice for the sky.

The red waist was thrown down again, but the moment he shot, the situation changed suddenly.

The entire dark space began to rotate at high speed, and an extremely huge force rolled up the two of them, and then quickly pulled them in two directions. The two who were caught in this force were completely unable to react, and they were gone in an instant. Lost consciousness.

Le Wuyan didn't know where he was thrown, and when he woke up again with a splitting headache, the scene around him changed again, and it was still pitch black. He took out the lighting artifact, but found that he was in a cave at the moment , he was alone, even Xiang Zhiyuan was gone.

This cave is not big, only a few feet deep, and you can see the end at a glance. The only exit is blocked by a huge stone, and there is no response when the spiritual force hits it.Other than that, there is nothing else in the cave, only the cave rocks are covered with murals, which seem unreal and unreal.

Le Wuyan's mind was still groggy, rubbing his temples with the palms of his hands, barely propped up his body and went forward, starting to look at the first painting on the left.

"Heaven and earth are peaceful, the sun and the moon are in harmony, Yaochi Jiangque, Langyuan Pengqiu, peach trees and flowers are fragrant, thank you for a thousand years, clouds and Yingzheng are married for thousands of years, the phoenix gathers, the auspicious clouds extend to the sky, the drums play the heavenly sound, and the phoenix flute Longxiao,...the land of longevity in this land is unchanged." (Note)

What is depicted in this mural is the scene of the fairy world. Above the banquet, there is peace and happiness, spring and scenery. Such a place of eternal life and happiness is the acme that practitioners in this world yearn for.

Le Wuyan stared at it for a moment, felt a little melancholy and sighed for no reason, especially when he thought that in the illusion, he was instantly distracted by one hundred and eight thunders, and felt that this situation was like a dream bubble. too far away from him.

But there seemed to be a vague sense of familiarity in his heart, as if he had seen such a scene in a casual dream.

Still dizzy, Le Wuyan subconsciously shook his head and walked to the next painting.

In this painting, there are demons dancing wildly and grotesquely, it is actually the scene of the demon world.

The Demon Realm is the place where demon cultivators go after ascension. In the ancient books handed down from ancient times, there were records of demons who violated the rules of heaven and privately made records in the mortal world, allowing the world to know the existence of the demon world.In that illusion, Le Wuyan also asked Xu Youming, what would they do if they could not go to the same place after ascension.

Xu Youming said at the time, "If the devil can't become a fairy, then the fairy will become a devil." Xu Youming said that he would go to the devil world with him. He believed it, but it was a pity that he failed in the end.

Le Wuyan looked at the painting in front of him, but suddenly he was stunned, and a question arose in his heart, can immortals and demons really coexist peacefully?

In the next painting, Le Wuyan was completely stunned by the scene presented.

It is a phoenix, thousands of phoenixes, soaring in the sky.

The leading Phoenix Queen, the Phoenix King and Queen, is extremely huge, with a vigorous and graceful figure. The colorful phoenix feathers are mainly red, like red flames dyed with golden light, and they fly towards the red sun, but they are more dazzling than the red sun.

When Le Wuyan came back to his senses, he had already pulled out the red branch from the topknot. Looking down, he had already realized that his red branch was a phoenix tail feather, and it was exactly the same as the one in the painting.

Dazed, he raised his eyes to look at the mural in front of him again, only then noticed that behind the Phoenix Queen, there was a Qingluan, Qingluan was a juvenile phoenix bird with the blood of the Phoenix King, and its feathers were mainly blue. Only the tail feathers are the same as those of adult phoenix birds, and they are also colorful and red, gorgeous and dazzling.

Le Wuyan stared blankly at the blue luan bird, and subconsciously reached out to touch it, but there seemed to be a layer of white light outside the mural, blocking him out.

What is the connection between the Phoenix, the Phoenix King, and the Phoenix King bone hidden in the rumored Xiaoyao Mountain?

Le Wuyan was thinking in a daze, there was an answer vaguely in his mind, but it seemed that there was something behind him, and he still couldn't understand it.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and continued walking forward.

In this painting, there are only four people, all of whom are exiled immortals in fluttering robes, sitting around under the Lingxiao tree, playing chess and drinking tea.

The faces of the four people in the painting are all blurred. Among them, a green luan bird is sitting on the shoulder of the white-clothed fairy sitting sideways. Hui.

Le Wuyan's eyes shifted from the blue luan bird to the white-clothed fairy, and that inexplicable sense of familiarity suddenly reappeared, and even more indescribable loss surged in his heart lingeringly.

He closed his eyes, not knowing what the painting wanted to express, but there seemed to be infinite sadness in his heart, which kept tugging his emotions.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes fell on the white-clothed fairy again, and he couldn't touch or touch him. He could only watch for a long time before forcing himself to move forward.

In the next painting, the painting style changes suddenly.

It's no longer dancing, music and flute, calm and peaceful, the battle between immortals and demons is imminent, and the situation has changed.

After that, there are more than a dozen murals with the same scene, the immortals and the demons fight, the sky shakes, and the sky overturns.

In the end, the demon world was completely overthrown, countless immortals fell, and the Phoenix family was placed in a sea of ​​​​flames that destroyed the world.

Le Wuyan stared blankly, and a few lines of small characters gradually floated up beside the painting.

"Fairies and demons fought fiercely, all lives were burnt, three of the four heavenly gods fell, the phoenix was wiped out, the demon world was overthrown, and the rules of heaven have changed since then."

At that moment, Le Wuyan's heart was sadder than ever before, especially when he saw the extinction of the entire Phoenix family, the kind of grief that was close to despair surged up wildly, almost crushing the string that was constantly humming in his head.

Going forward in a daze, there are several different murals, and the protagonists are all the four people and the Qingluan in the previous painting.

Despair, resentment, struggle, and even the punishment of God, fell one after another. Le Wuyan was driven by the emotions in those pictures and almost collapsed.

In the last picture, the fairyland that was once blissful and worry-free in the painting has become a barren place, and all the people have passed away, and there is no more music from the sky.

Everything came to an abrupt end.

Le Wuyan pressed his temple hard, and the intermittent images repeatedly rotated in front of his eyes, stirring his consciousness, causing him pain, sadness, and even despair.

After several struggles, he subconsciously released his spiritual power and slammed at the murals. The red spiritual power covered the white light covering the murals and quickly spread in all directions.

In just a few breaths, the spiritual power and white light merged, and after violent shocks, they disappeared together.

Afterwards, the picture suddenly changed. The original murals seemed to be wiped away with the white light, and what reappeared on the wall were countless exercises and heart formulas.

The complicated images in his mind finally dissipated, Le Wuyan sat down and forced himself into meditation.

In this cave, his cultivation has finally recovered.

After an unknown amount of time, the fluctuation of spiritual power in his body finally stabilized and his mood gradually settled down, before he opened his eyes again.

It was still the same scene as before, only he was alone in the cave, and the surrounding walls were full of exercises and secret formulas highlighted with red aura.

Le Wuyan took a deep breath, got up and walked forward.

On the wall, there are exercises that can only be used with the fire spirit root attribute, which are complex and huge. Le Wuyan looked at them for a long time, and then slowly raised his hand.

The moment his finger touched it, the red aura merged with his spiritual power, and the secret formulas of the exercises poured into his consciousness like a flood.

That is, the inheritance of the Phoenix Clan.

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Note: The description of the fairyland is taken from "Huan Zhenren's Ascension to Immortals"