Longevity: Beginning from the Great Zhou Dynasty

Chapter 336: The Journey to the End of Dharma: The Relic of the Immortal Dynasty (Two in One)

38 people streaked across the sky like shooting stars and fell into the small thousand worlds.

All the immortals in Biyou Palace couldn't help but show a bit of interest, and they had some time to enjoy it.

The magical fruit and magical brew have been prepared for a long time, and now the show is about to begin.

Such small thousand worlds are inferior to Zixia Cave Heaven in size and essence.

Most of them are used as a place to produce special resources, practice Taoism, and provide training for disciples.

There are areas that are perfect in every aspect and are suitable for mortals to live in. There are also some strange worlds where certain laws of the Great Dao are extremely prominent.

Not only sects such as Xuandu and Yuchen, but also forces such as Kunlun, and even third-rate sects such as Yaowang Sect, are more or less in control.

Occasionally, in some small worlds, good talents with outstanding talents are favored by luck and are valued by Taoist sects and are guided to practice.

At this time, this small world was attracted and affiliated with Biyou Palace, which also facilitated many real people and Chunyang to directly observe everything in it with their immortal consciousness.

Among the 38 people, there were many who came from the same sect, but due to the intentional actions of True Lord Qingxiao, they were scattered and separated, and landed all over the world.

Qinghua Yuanjun already understood the situation in Xiaoqian World in one thought.

As she expected, although it was in the age of the end of the law, it was still far from the end of the world and the collapse of the great road.

"In a Xiaoqian world dominated by the path of doom and destiny, gradually falling into the end, Qingxiao can achieve enlightenment, and Xiaoqian's help here is not small."

"It's just that he couldn't truly sublimate the Celestial Immortal Taoism. He must have regrets."

Thinking of this, Qinghua Yuanjun couldn't help but chuckle and said: "This place is really good. If there are other gains in it, Qingping, you won't mind if you come, right?"

Upon hearing this, True Lord Qingping smiled generously: "Of course! Xiaoqian here has already obtained Qingxiao, the greatest creation, so why not give it to the empress!"

Qinghua Yuanjun laughed and said, "You are quite generous!"

Chunyang Ruyizi of the Dragon and Tiger Sect couldn't help but smile and said: "Your Majesty said this, but what did you find?"

Qinghua Yuanjun shook his head gently: "The Tao is everywhere and is never far away. This is also true in the age of Dharma."

"Whether they can see it or not, and how much they can harvest, all depends on their own nature."

Saint Aunt Yanshui nodded in agreement when she heard the words: "Uncle Master's words are reasonable."

"If we can gain something, even if we are eliminated in the first game, it will be a worthwhile trip."

Some real people still didn't know why, but after Qinghua Yuanjun said it, those Chunyang gradually came to their senses and became more interested, wanting to see which junior could finally defeat the opportunity.

But now the world of Jinyang, the land of the end of law, is a chaotic situation where dynasties are falling apart, heroes are vying for supremacy, and rivers and lakes are constantly fighting.

There are constant disputes among all parties, the collapse of laws, the confusion of people's hearts, and the failure of morality. In the rolling tide, even if you fight hard to get through, you will inevitably sink into the sea of ​​misery.

In the wilderness, people died of hunger everywhere, and it was not uncommon to see people changing their children to eat.

It can be said that the temple is full of incense and the attic is full of obscenity.

Good and evil are intertwined, and cause and effect are endless.

Passers-by drew their swords and angrily denounced injustice; grass bandits raised their eyebrows and provoked anger.

All sentient beings still follow the example of their predecessors in chewing words in ancient books.

Kill the monsters, subjugate the monsters, welcome them up to the north, and go down to the south of the Yangtze River.

The lights are bright, and the palace and businessmen are playing the role of conquering the feathers; the silence is as silent as the cicada, which comes from anger, ignorance and greed for money.

If the world is compared to a broken song, human life can only survive over and over again.

The figure was thrown into this world uncontrollably. Lin Xuanzhi glanced at it and saw a lot of complicated and huge information coming, but then a feeling of falling from the nine heavens to the mortal world enveloped his whole body.

Divine consciousness, magic power, and Taoism seemed to be far away from him in an instant.

Compared with the previous performance by Qingxiao Zhenjun, this time it is undoubtedly more terrifying and merciless, which can be called "the greatest justice"!
The spiritual weapons between heaven and earth are almost exhausted, and the range of spiritual consciousness has been reduced from hundreds of miles around to only a few dozen feet around the body now.

The magic power still exists in the body, and it is not directly dissipated, but it has become extremely stagnant in its operation.

And even if it is not used, it is still in a state of evaporation all the time.

The soul was forced to be imprisoned in the Niwan Palace. The Taoist runes on it were dim and weak. Even if they did not disintegrate directly, their power was still impressive.

Lin Xuanzhi was also vaguely aware that if he rashly performed the act of leaving the body, he would suffer even more hardships if he died.

On a barren hill.

After testing his own methods, Lin Xuanzhi shook his head and smiled.

The wind of Samadhi God can only blow up a few feet of sand and gravel, and the light of the flames above the ground can only stir up bursts of heat waves. It is difficult to burn people to death directly.

Moreover, it can be seen that the two spiritual weapons of water and fire, the flying sword, have also lost most of their magical power, but they are equivalent to ordinary magical weapons, except that the attack brings some attribute damage.

Lin Xuanzhi held a sword flower in each hand and carried the two swords on his back.

There are great restrictions on transcendental power in the Mo Dharma, and it takes a lot of mana to open your own Dharma space every time.

And here, even the golden elixir master who is in harmony with his spirit cannot completely prevent the dissipation of his own magic power.

As for recovery…

Trying to squeeze out spiritual energy from such a world is just like wishful thinking, fishing for the moon in the water.

From a cultivator with the ability to fly into the sky and escape from the earth to a slightly supernatural warrior, it takes just a cup of tea.

Fortunately, Lin Xuanzhi's adaptability is quite good. Now he can fly over walls and fly over walls, and he can still fly in the air without being completely knocked out of the world.

Lin Xuanzhi got up and went down the mountain as soon as the breeze moved outside his body.

There were only twelve tokens, and the wilderness was not a place where clues could be found, so he didn't delay at all.

"Hey, you little white-faced boy, this mountain is blooming and this tree is planted by me. If you want to take this road, you must ask our brothers first!"

Lin Xuanzhi looked at the man blocking the road in front of him with some surprise and amusement, and also noticed the figures moving in the surrounding trees.

The range of spiritual consciousness of dozens of feet is only slightly better than nothing, and these people only discovered it when they got closer.

"Bandits..."

The leading man held a double axe, looked Lin Xuanzhi up and down and said with disdain: "Which gang in the rivers and lakes comes out to want to do chivalry and justice? A tooth-beating sacrifice with a slender body, weak limbs, and thin skin and tender flesh." It’s all too watery.”

Lin Xuanzhi's eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile on his lips remained unchanged as he said, "It seems that this person in charge has sang rice meat before?"

Before the man spoke, the bamboo pole with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks next to him smiled proudly and said: "Of course! Who within a hundred miles does not know the reputation of our village leader?"

"You kid, why are you asking this? Do you really want to be a hero?"

The bandits all around suddenly burst into bursts of ridicule.

People who practice martial arts strengthen their bodies and polish their energy and blood. They are all strong and strong people. Even some women are strong and strong. Even the great masters who have returned to their original nature will never be as weak, light, delicate and weak as Lin Xuanzhi. appearance.

However, everyone only regarded him as a young boy who knew some tricks.

Lin Xuanzhi was neither angry nor annoyed, but said slightly melancholy: "It seems that I am about to die?"

"I've just been lost in the mountains for many days. I wonder if this mountain king can tell me what's going on in the rivers and lakes recently?"

Hearing this, the man sneered and said, "You kid, you are about to die and you still want to join in the fun?"

"Why don't you go up the mountain with the leader of the village and let's have a good chat tonight? Maybe I will be kind enough to keep you here." Lin Xuanzhi slowly took off his swords and sighed softly: "I don't want to be killed more often. It's just that you have a right to die."

"If that's the case, then please lead the way and be killed."

With a tap of his foot, Lin Xuanzhi flew up in an instant, seemingly lifted by the breeze, and turned into an afterimage and rushed out.

The water and fire swords in his hands were like swimming dragons, one strong and the other soft, following Lin Xuanzhi through the forest.

Within a dozen breaths, he heard bursts of short screams, and silence had returned to the mountains and forests.

Lin Xuanzhi and Guang Tongchen's robes were not stained by any dust, and the spiritual sword in their hands was crystal clear, with no trace of blood visible.

The man was dumbfounded and pointed at Lin Xuanzhi but couldn't make a sound.

On the contrary, the man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks behind him was retreating little by little when he saw that the situation was not going well.

Seeing Lin Xuanzhi looking at him, he kicked hard and rushed towards the mountain forest.

The red shadow flame sword in Lin Xuanzhi's hand was about to fly out. Unexpectedly, the man reached out first, grabbed the man's left leg and pulled it back, and cursed angrily: "You still think about yourself?" Run away? Leave me to die together, hahaha!"

Lin Xuanzhi couldn't help being a little surprised, but he stepped forward and killed the two of them.

"Can you talk now?"

The man chuckled and couldn't help but spat: "You will die sooner or later in our line of work. Do you think I would say that?"

The guy with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks couldn't help but shrink back and said: "I said, I said, I just hope that the young master can give me a way out."

Hearing this, the man laughed and said: "You always pride yourself on being smart, how do you think that you, a bandit strategist, can save a dog's life?"

Too lazy to pay attention to the two of them being dog-eat-dog, Lin Xuanzhi chose to save what he could, instead of using magic, he went around the mountains and made up a pair of potions so that they could confess honestly.

The importance of the information cannot be ignored, and he does not want to be fooled.

After each had a bowl of herbal paste, Lin Xuanzhi began to ask questions.

Lin Xuanzhi didn't ask too much about some history and humanities, and the two bandits were basically illiterate.

Some of the blocking lines were learned from the drama.

Moreover, this first game will not last too long. Zhenjun Qingping and the others will definitely not let them discover ancient history, decipher secrets, etc. here.

Therefore, Lin Xuanzhi was more interested in inquiring about the recent movements and trends in the world.

really.

After the two vaguely explained each other, Lin Xuanzhi also learned about a major event that has been hotly debated by all parties recently.

Heroes are vying for the throne, and there are constant battles among all parties in the world. But recently, there are rumors that the ancient emperor of the Immortal Dynasty was born in the tomb of the ancestor, and a group of people obtained great wealth from it.

Among them, it is said that there are twelve ancient golden figures. If you know it, you can reach the sky in one step, sit on the world, and get a glimpse of the secret of the supreme ascension to the sky!
“This tip couldn’t be more straightforward and obvious!”

"And the clues have been revealed, will the fight start as soon as we enter the scene?"

After completing the task of eradicating evil and taking advantage of the opportunity to clear out the den of bandits who preyed on people, Lin Xuanzhi looked in the direction of the Holy Mountain and couldn't help but think.

"I'm afraid some people will choose to wait and see at the Pilgrimage Mountain."

It is said that the person who discovered the underground palace of the ancestor emperor's mausoleum was a mysterious organization in the Jianghu - Shinhwa. However, because of this discovery, it was so serious that the relationship between the members of the organization that was originally strong fell apart.

Everyone wants to monopolize the twelve golden people, but there is no strength to crush everyone.

Various methods were used, and serious conflicts broke out from the beginning.

After hurting each other, those people also began to expose each other's background. Only then did the people of the world know that there were many members of the royal family and old people from famous families.

As a result, various disputes in the already chaotic world have become more and more intense, and now even more so around the twelve golden people, overt and covert fights are emerging one after another.

Lin Xuanzhi rode the good horse he got from a "good Samaritan" all the way south, heading straight to the south of the Yangtze River where news about golden people had appeared recently.

Unlike the people here, Lin Xuanzhi and others naturally aim to gather the twelve golden people, so it is enough to just lock in one clue and follow it.

Once the clues are there, the pursuit will take a lot of effort.

Nowadays, a body of Taoism is basically useless, and it takes a lot of time to travel.

Moreover, in this chaotic world, traveling is very inconvenient.

Even if Lin Xuanzhi intended to travel in a low profile, he encountered several obstacles along the way.

By the time he rushed to Yingcheng, Jiangnan, more than half a month later.

The news about the Jin people has always been true and false, and some of them are traps set up by evil-minded people, but here in Yingcheng, it is basically certain.

Just because the three great masters who are scheduled to fight here are not only famous seniors, but Ding'an Taoist among them is also a former member of Shinhwa.

Their purpose is to determine the ownership of a golden man hidden in Yingcheng, and then establish an offensive and defensive alliance to understand the secrets of the golden man together.

It is said that this was a decision that the three of them had to compromise with each other after many arguments.

And once the three of them unite, they can basically protect the Jin people.

Outside Yingcheng.

Lin Xuanzhi set up a pergola with his hands and squinted his eyes to examine the various qi mechanisms in the city. After careful observation, he finally discovered a few obviously unusual existences.

"It seems that some colleagues who are close to the water tower came first, which is much more convenient than me who is thousands of miles away."

His Qi Watching Technique has undergone a mutation, and now he can barely use it, it just takes some effort.

A ruined temple outside the city.

Lin Xuanzhi found a secluded place, purified the world, and set up an altar.

Then they burn incense and recite mantras, reaching up to Qingming to invite the spiritual spirit of heaven and earth.

If it is inconvenient to use your own magic power, then you can still ask for external help!
It may not be a good idea to borrow the Patriarch's Dharma during the competition, but thanks to Haotian, no one can say anything about borrowing the power of Heaven and Earth!

There are always more methods than difficulties, just have to be active in your thinking.

Lin Xuanzhi looked at the well-arranged altar and breathed a sigh of relief. Zhou Shen's rhythm seemed to merge with the heaven and earth. He immediately stepped on the steel pole and muttered words.

The "Heavenly Way" of Jinyang Heaven and Earth probably could not be counted on, so Lin Xuanzhi directly crossed the Little Heaven and Earth to worship Chi Ming Haotian.

Because Xiao Qian exists dependent on Da Qian, as long as the True Lord of the Yuchen Sect does not deliberately block it, the world itself can connect with Lin Xuanzhi's "signal" if it is willing.

Lin Xuanzhi's move immediately stunned the immortals in Biyou Palace.

Most monks in the wild can use this method, but after collecting Qi, most monks will not be able to use it except for some special rituals.

And some people who have been worshiping major sects since childhood have only learned about Qi collection before actually applying it.

Lin Xuanzhi is undoubtedly better than them in this regard.

He originally came from the end of the Dharma, and he was practicing at home before he started. He had already thought about borrowing the Dharma before he came in.

Qinghua Yuanjun's eyes flashed and he couldn't help but smile and nod.

"It's not that he is stupid, and this kid actually seems to be in a state of harmony between heaven and man, making it easier for him to be favored by heaven and earth."

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