Marry Long Aotian

Chapter 156 Dao

There is a side room next to the Xunxian Hall, where futons are spread out and a tea table is set up. The small pottery stove beside the table is burning vigorously, white steam is coming out frequently, and a lamp is even lit.

These things are so close to them, but they don't notice it at all, which shows that the monk's cultivation is very high.

The three of them sat cross-legged, the table was not big, square, and Mo Yang's favorite refreshments were placed on it.

But he had no intention of eating at this time: "You said an old friend, what kind of old friend?"

The monk smiled, lifted his sleeves and showed Mo Yang.

It is not a strange thing to hide the universe in the sleeve of the cultivation world, Mo Yang probed in with his spiritual sense, and found that there was a sea and an island inside, which was the Wumi Island they had been to.

Wumi Island was transformed by the old tortoise Xuanming. Seeing Mo Yang's spiritual sense, he looked at him lazily.Now that the sea is collapsing, it has no choice but to hide in the monk's sleeve, and it can live a little longer.

And he carried the island on his back. More than 20 years later, the black monkey had already hatched from the amber and became a creature on the island.With the support of spiritual energy, they faded away the turbidity and returned to the appearance of normal monkeys. The back is covered with thick black features, but the belly is snow-white, and the grape-like eyes are pure happiness inside.

And there is a small lake on the island, covered with lotus flowers, and on a certain piece of bluestone, a palm-sized tortoise is sleeping, and there is a colorful fish jumping around.

"Old turtle, old fish." Mo Yang never expected to see the little animals he raised in the small courtyard of Xunxian Peak again. Although this "raised" was raised by the immortals, and the average age was ancient and ancient, he usually gave them They are fed good food.

The wishing tortoise reciprocated, and even vomited the golden black egg to Mo Chao.

Mo Yang still doesn't understand how the Wishing Turtle swallowed the Golden Crow's cub.

Hearing Mo Chao's call, the wishing turtle sleeping on the rock opened its eyes, but did not move, only staring at him with bean-sized eyes.

Mo Chao threw the fruit into it, but it ate it, and the cuttlefish didn't fall down, and scattered its tail in the water.

"What can they tell me?" Mo Yang calmed down a little, and asked quietly, "And what do you know?"

Monk: "It is better to see it with your own eyes than to say it a thousand times. I need to borrow something temporarily. I don't know if I will give it."

"what?"

"Looking for the fairy bead."

Mo Yang was taken aback, Yan Lingyun took out the Xunxian Orb of Inheritance Space without hesitation, and put it on the table.

"That's right," the monk nodded, "Your master should be satisfied with seeing your Taoist companion."

Yan Lingyun: "Senior, please help."

The monk smiled faintly, clasped his hands together, but his body emitted a warm white light.

He seemed to be reciting some obscure scriptures, the fairy-seeking beads on the table slowly floated up, like what Mo Yang had seen before, emitting moonlight like a tide.

The vast and majestic power surrounds the tea table, but it is restrained extremely well, and a warm air pervades, dispelling the darkness.At the same time, the monk let out his sleeve robe, and the cuttlefish leaped out, as if it was about to grab a pearl and go away. In an instant, a vast expanse of water vapor spread out.

The sound of dragon chant erupted, and the cuttlefish suddenly transformed into a dragon and poured into the Xunxian Pearl!

The coercion of ancient immortal beasts made Mo Yang unable to breathe, but Xun Xianzhu remained motionless, inhaled all of it, the moonlight completely covered the hut, tore apart time and space, and brought them into darkness.

"This is the favorite pet of the old Zhou emperor. It is called the Zhaoye Jade Mirror Dragon. It can observe the whole picture of the five continents in the water. It is remembered from ancient times to the present. It has a long history with the Dongfang family."

"What we see hereafter," the monk read the last verse, "is its memory."

In the vast dark universe, only this tea table is floating, and the hot tea is boiling on the table, just like before.

Mo Yang could still take a sip.

I don't know how long the boundless darkness lasted. In the distance, a bright golden light erupted, and the torrent of time and space was carried to their feet in an instant. The sound of the gods rang, and a brilliant world was faintly visible in front of them.

"The ancient gods left, humanity flourished, the continents were not yet separated, and the Sanqing Great Realm was combined. The Yan family founded the Shen Dynasty in the north and established its capital in Zhou, so it was called the Zhou Dynasty."

Mo Yang's vision was infinitely wide, and he saw Beizhou, which had not yet been divided in ancient times. Humanity flourished to the extreme, and various schools, sects, families, and tribes burst out together, forming an infinitely prosperous cultivation world like a sea of ​​stars.

Among them, Beizhou is full of the land of the Yan family, and the family is not yet dominant. Tens of thousands of laws have evolved, a hundred flowers are blooming, the aura is very abundant, and the resources are also very rich, almost ten times the current amount.In Beizhou at that time, golden elixirs were walking everywhere, Yuanying was not as good as a dog, and people ascended every day. Although half-immortal artifacts were precious, they were not so rare that only the apex sect could possess them.

The king's capital was smashed down one brick at a time, and there were eighteen generations of ancestors, all of whom were immortals.

The monster clan was defeated, and the royal family was all killed by the god emperor, but it also opened its borders wide to accommodate ordinary monster clan, and they were the people of the god dynasty, treating them mercifully.

There are hundreds of ethnic groups and various forms, but they all live and work in peace and contentment, and ordinary people live well.

Mo Yang looked a little dazed, thinking of the Yaozu who was in dire straits, hated Yanbei, and personally destroyed their homeland, he couldn't feel happy.

But the monk's voice changed, and he sighed: "The divine dynasty lasted for 18 years, accumulated endless fortunes and profound blessings, but in No. 19 years, a ground crack was discovered in the ancestral land."

The scene changed, and they arrived at the Imperial Capital Hall. Above the three thousand candles, a man stood with a sword and his back to them. He was dressed in a black imperial robe and a crown on his head. He looked exactly like the statue they saw in their ancestral land. .

And when he turned around slowly, Mo Yang's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help staring at him.

It seems, too similar, almost exactly the same as Yan Lingyun.

It's just that her temperament is more majestic, and there is no warmth in her eyes.

This is the last god emperor of the old Zhou Dynasty, the ancestor of Yan Lingyun.

The person sitting kneeling at the bottom of the steps had black silk eyes, was wearing gray and white gauze, and was covered with blue silk.

He was slowly divining something with the chess in his hand, coughing a few times from time to time.

Although he covered half of his face because of poor eyesight, Mo Yang could still recognize that this was Dongfang Heng's ancestor.

He looks very similar to him, but he is much calmer and taciturn.

The ancestors of the Dongfang family were the priests of the gods.

After half a stick of incense, he finished his divination and started talking to the God Emperor.

When Mo Yang got married before, he also learned Yan's elegant dialect, so he could barely understand what they were saying.

Roughly, the luck of heaven is approaching, if Xuyuan cannot be restrained, the whole continent will be buried with him.

The god emperor closed his eyes: "Is there any way, I can't bear to lose my life."

The ancestors of Dongfang bowed down quietly, with a soft and cold voice: "Your Majesty, the only way out now is to die for the country."

As soon as these words came out, Mo Yang was shocked, and Yan Lingyun's eyes were also moved.

Mo Chao couldn't help but ask the monk next to him, "What's the principle?"

"I don't know," the monk said slowly, "but from the perspective of later generations, the Yan family has obviously succeeded."

This is also the only solution since Xu Yuan appeared.

At this time, Xuyuan, although it seems not as fierce as it is now, is eating away day by day, and will soon break through the ancestral land and go to the mainland.

Once it breaks through, Wuzhou will be where it is today.

If they can survive, no one wants to die, but the Yan family bears heavy responsibilities and acts on behalf of the heavens. They cannot see their people displaced, and the royal family all die in the abyss, filling it with their bodies.

The Yan family is the Zhou Dynasty, and the Zhou Dynasty is the Yan family. The fate of the gods and the country rests on them. Only if they jump down can it be possible to fill this endless abyss.

Mo Yang couldn't bear to watch, turned his head and grabbed Yan Lingyun's sleeve.

There is no sound when jumping off the Xuyuan, only the wind rushing up the ice cave.But thousands of miles away from the ice layer, the sun had completely set, and the entire Beizhou was plunged into darkness.

The patriarchs of the four surnames followed the god emperor and buried them all, leaving only one generation of heirs, but the heirs were not united. Once the dynasty of the gods collapsed, due to various coincidences, the family united to drive the monsters out of the most affluent Yanbei, and reintroduced them. Kicked back to the north.

Blood flowed like a river, exhausting the last breath left by the ancients.

Perhaps Xuyuan once appeared in the extreme north, and the area in the north became more and more barren, extending to the south, and gradually became the barren north.Not only Beizhou, but the entire Sanqing Great Realm is gradually separating, and Nanzhou has directly fallen into the natural moat and become the lower realm.

Formed the pattern of today's five continents.

Xuyuan disappeared, and the Yan family kept the peace of the upper world for a long time, but the cultivation world seemed to be at a standstill, the purity of spiritual energy dropped several levels, and it became more and more difficult to cultivate and become immortal. Can't contact my ancestors.

In ancient times, although cultivators ascended, they still protected the masters in the mortal world, but at this time they no longer responded to them.

Gradually, the fairy world became a legend, and everything was annihilated in the torrent of time and space.

In the past few hundred thousand years, no one in the cultivation world has been able to ascend——

Until Wang Chan was born.

10,000+ years ago, the baby fell to the ground. He was born as an orphan and was withdrawn by nature, but he was a genius who had never been seen before or since in the cultivation world.

Mo Yang looked at his master when he was young, he called himself Xiaoyao Sanren, plain-looking, dressed in gray, left Xizhou alone, crossed the vast sea, and ventured into the Three Realms.

Wuzhou despises the spiritual root of the five elements, but was almost overthrown by this little monk.

Practicing Qi, building foundations, transforming Yuan, Jindan, Yuanying, transforming gods, getting out of the body, distracting, combining, crossing calamities, Mahayana... After going through thousands of hardships and dangers, there is no one in martial arts, pills, tools, and arrays. Without reaching the peak, he has created countless exercises and has the appearance of a Taoist ancestor.

He even repaired the ancient teleportation array, went to another world when he was distracted, and had already crossed the catastrophe when he returned.

There is almost no suspense, he has cultivated to the peak of Mahayana.

The way of heaven brought down the immortal calamity for him.

For hundreds of thousands of years, someone from Wuzhou once again ascended to immortality, and it was still Wang Chan, all of them were shocked. There were countless ancestors onlookers, all longing for him to ascend to immortality, so that others can also look forward to it.

So when he saw Wang Chan pass the tribulation smoothly and was received by Shengxianyun, the cultivation world fell into madness.

But at this moment, Xianzun looked back and saw Xu Yuan.

As if time and space were reversed, at that moment, Mo Yang and him looked at each other.

He overlooks all living beings and all things from the clouds. One step further, there are boundless fairy roads; one step back, there is an endless abyss.

The immortals all go, leaving Wuzhou as an isolated island, because at this moment, they will see through everything.

The way of heaven is about to perish, and there will be no second Yan family in the world, and there is no hope for Wuzhou.

So they neither wanted to stay, nor could they bear to tell, they just turned their backs, their eyes were empty.

Wang Chan's hand formula stagnated, and the gray robe fluttered in the clear sky.

It seems like a moment, and it seems like endless years in the past.

He was taciturn and didn't say a word, but Mo Yang already knew his choice.

The immortal essence was scattered, gray shadows fell from the clouds, and the five continents were in an uproar.

——Wang Chan fell into immortality.

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