Marry Long Aotian

At the moment when he crossed the Xunxian Peak, Mo Yang clearly felt the immortal power, like a golden cover covering the entire mountain, monsters were layer upon layer at the foot of the mountain trying to climb up, but they couldn't enter.

Such a powerful celestial power, Mo Yang was a little startled, it was the strongest he had ever seen except Wang Chan, 996 almost couldn't get in.

He thought of the black golden bowl the elder said, probably it was also a semi-celestial weapon.

The inside of the peak was dead silent, the fairy grass withered, and the black mist pressed on the golden cover, except for the occasional ray of golden light, I couldn't see anything else clearly.

Suffocating black.

Mo Yang stood inside, if Yan Lingyun hadn't been with him all the time, he hardly had the courage to go down.

The young man embraced him and led him to leap to the highest palace.

Xunxian Temple.

The door of the main hall was closed tightly, and there was a bone-chilling chill coming from inside, and there was no sound at all.Mo Yang's finger touched the palace door, but he waited for a long time before quietly pushing it open.

At that moment, the faint candlelight in the hall illuminated the square inch of the ground, and on the high steps, Mo Yang saw a dead bone sitting upright in the darkness.

His mind was completely empty.

There was a sharp pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, and Mo Yang took a few breaths as if he was drowning, and soon he couldn't see anything in front of him, his face was wet, and he took several steps back.

Yan Lingyun hugged him from behind, hugged him extremely tightly, and frowned deeply. Mo Yang clung to him, crying finally came out of his throat, clutching his collar, feeling that every part of his body was exerting force.

Under the extreme grief, Mo Yang couldn't speak at all.

He thought of his parents, more than 20 years had passed, if the time was the same, they would have become old people, on crutches, looking at other people's children, because they only had one child, Mo Yang.Mo Yang didn't know what would happen to them, he never thought about what would happen when his parents died, but now that he saw it, he couldn't take it anymore.

When he was brought back to Xizhou, there was nothing.

Others see him as a plaything, an ant, he is not smart, he is useless, he does not know where he will be in the future, and he does not know where he will die.

It's just a very small bug crawling around on the ground.

But one day, he was twisted up, and the fairy looked down at him.

In the past 20 years, Wang Chan has watched him transform from a ridiculous child to a qualified monk. Mo Yang has gained a lot of skills, a rich life, and a solid foundation.

He no longer needs to be afraid of other people, no need to bow down for resources, simple and happy.

"Mo Yang, the most urgent task is to confirm whether the immortal venerable still has a soul." Yan Lingyun's voice was slow and deep, but with convincing power, "The infinite venerable, how can you fall so easily, as long as you still have a breath, with your ability , may not be able to complete the soul."

He said: "Not to mention anything else, the immortal once left a distraction in your sea of ​​consciousness, but you forgot."

In the realm of comprehension, there are very few magic spells that can complement the soul. If a person does not have all the three souls and seven souls, even if they are put into the body, they will not remember what happened before they were alive, and they may even become a fool directly.

But Mo Yang has Fusang, with the power of Fusang, even if thousands of years have passed, there will always be a day of recovery.

Mo Chao's fingers were trembling, and he immediately sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, looking for the distraction left by the immortal.

The sea of ​​consciousness is extremely vast, and in order to prevent Mo Yang from being distracted, the Immortal Venerable has always been hiding in the deepest place, carrying a restraint, and if it wasn't for Mo Yang who was seized and his life was in danger, he would not have shown his trace.

So Mo Yang searched for a long time, spent several hours breaking through the restriction, and finally found that soul that could not be more disabled.

Obviously it was influenced by the main body to become like this.

Looking at the faint light, Mo Yang was afraid that it would fade away, so he took a piece of hibiscus leaf and stuck it between his eyebrows to guide it out little by little.

But Shimmer merged into Fusang, but disappeared in an instant.

Mo Yang was stunned.

He quickly probed into the hibiscus leaves, but found nothing, the remnant soul seemed to have completely dispersed.

Mo Yang felt like falling into an ice cave again, but quickly calmed down forcibly. The soul would never disappear without a reason. There is something wrong with something nearby.

Yan Lingyun looked at the boss: "Go and have a look."

Mo Yang stabilized his mind, went up with Yan Lingyun, and looked at the dead bone with calm eyes.

His gray hair was all over his body, his dry bones were wrapped in a simple Taoist robe, his head was slightly lowered, his gums and eye sockets were exposed, and he looked forward, as if he was still looking at the snow.

"Master." Mo Yang's voice was very soft, "I will take you away."

At the very least, he must restrain Wang Chan's bones, and not leave them in Xunxian Peak, which may be submerged by the demon tide at any time, and bury them under the hibiscus, so that they can still be purified.

But Mo Yang also knew that there must be a reason why the elder Xianzong had no choice but to leave the immortal body here, so he was extremely careful, and slowly stretched out his hand towards the withered bone.

"!" Even with all the preparations, when Mo Yang met Wang Chan, he was still knocked down by the evil thoughts and turbidity rushing up from the throne, and knelt down beside the throne. Cut off the corner of the shirt that Mo Yang touched, and supported him.

"It's Xuyuan." The moment he touched the throne, the spell cast in Mo Chao's knowledge sea was lifted, and he remembered what happened in Xunxian Palace the night before he left Xizhou, "There is a problem with this throne! "

From then on, Xuyuan appeared.

Or maybe earlier, it was just hidden by the Immortal Venerable.Mo Yang thought of the Five Elements Supreme being placed everywhere by the Immortal Venerable, and felt that he was very close to the truth, but he still missed a clue.

Yan Lingyun frowned, looked carefully, and found ancient characters on the side of the throne, and finally confirmed its meaning after looking through the hundred-character proverbs.

He said: "This is a seat made of chaotic spirit jade, which can resonate with the five elements. There is a large formation below, and I don't know where it is connected."

This formation is extremely terrifying, engraved with dense immortal patterns, and it is still functioning even now.

For a while, Yan Lingyun couldn't detect the effect of the formation, but what he could confirm was that the throne had a suppressive effect.

Mo Yang instinctively felt that the throne was not a good thing, so he took a breath and said, "I want to bring Master out."

Yan Lingyun only said: "Okay."

Mo Chao summoned Fusang and took root near the throne. If it was really Xu Yuan, Fusang would also have the effect of suppressing him.At the same time, there was still 996 output. The two of them made full preparations, and the real energy exploded. One of them held the arm of the dry bone, trying to lift it up.

Under the impact again, Mo Yang held on desperately, the filthy air in the sea of ​​consciousness was overwhelming, he once again sensed the boundless malice that was spying on him in the dark before, but this time, the Thousand Thousands of Golden Swords suddenly appeared and charged at him with all its strength. strangle.

Baopu roared, I don't know how huge evil thoughts sink to the bottom of Xuyuan, but Yan Lingyun has reached the state of sword heart, his state of mind is clear and clear, ten thousand dharmas do not invade the body, and he is not afraid of chaos and darkness.

The king's blood boiled, Yan Lingyun stepped on the throne casually, slowly looked down, the veins in his arms popped up, and he used a terrifying force!

He really lifted Wang Chan up an inch!

The sword intent almost overturned the Xunxian Palace, Mo Yang also exerted all his strength, and when Wang Chan left the throne inch by inch, they saw a shocking scene:

As if life suddenly appeared, in an instant, Wang Chan's white hair turned into blue silk, his dry bones turned into flesh and blood, his whole body was full of blood, his soul was strong, his face was solemn and majestic, as if he was about to open his eyes in the next moment.

Mo Yang couldn't describe the feeling in his heart at that moment, as if he suddenly ate a mouthful of instant noodles after being hungry for 18 years, or suddenly entered the heating room in winter, his whole body was filled with endless power.

He tried his best to lift Wang Chan up, even using all his breastfeeding strength, his true energy was quickly emptied, and 996 immediately stepped up to support him, holding back the breath.

Seeing that the Immortal Venerable was about to leave the throne completely, Mo Yang and 996 encountered an insurmountable barrier.

It was a forbidden curse, once cast by the Immortal Venerable on the throne with the Immortal Yuan, Mo Yang was caught off guard by being hit in the chest and flew upside down. Take a few steps back.

At this moment, the body of Xianzun sat back on the throne again, died of exhaustion, and turned back into dry bones again.

"No!" Looking at this scene, Mo Yang stretched out his hand.

If it wasn't for him being a disciple of the Immortal Venerable, with the aura of his body, he would have died under the Immortal Yuan long ago, but was seriously injured and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Yan Lingyun's expression was terrified, he caught Mo Yang, sealed several big acupuncture points on him, and fed him some pills, only then did he stop the injury.

Mo Chao's chin and chest were covered in blood, and Yan Lingyun wiped it off for him.

"I still want to lift it," Mo Yang looked at him and reached out to hug him, "I still want to lift it."

"Okay, I'll do it." Yan Lingyun also hugged him, "Leave it to me."

But just when the two were about to continue trying, a sigh came from outside the hall.

The sword intent pierced into the door in an instant, right where the man was. Mo Yang looked back, but found that the sword intent missed, and beside the door, at some point, stood an ordinary monk.

In the darkness, he clasped his hands together and smiled softly.

"Why should the benefactor be so vigilant, I am not a wicked person, this black gold bowl that protects Xunxian Peak is mine."

The person who came was about a middle-aged man, dressed in plain monk robes, and full of smiles. Looking at him, Mo Yang felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

Until the monk looked at him: "Little benefactor, we meet again. On Wumi Island, you took away the treasure that the old man kept under his chest."

The memory suddenly burst, and Mo Yang remembered that this person was the person he had seen in the illusion of Duxin Bridge when they were living on the deserted island in the lower world!

Thinking of those weird questions, Mo Yang couldn't figure out his details, and his eyes showed vigilance.

The treasure at the bottom of the box refers to Jinjing. Tianxuan Jinjing is clearly under the town of Xianzun, how does he know?

But the monk said: "As entrusted by your master, I will come to pick you up."

"Show me what?" Mo Yang asked cautiously.

He smiled: "To bring you out of this world, you are not from this world, so why stay here to be buried with you?"

Yan Lingyun's expression moved slightly, but Mo Yang froze.

"Come with me," the monk flicked his sleeves, "Come and have a cup of tea, meet old friends, and you will know everything naturally."

"You don't even want to lift your master out. He cast the forbidden curse himself."