Hong Huang: The days when I was the chief of Jujiao

Chapter 100 The Shackles of the Heavenly Dao Reveal the Mysterious Turtle's Lifeline

After the three met, they rushed directly to the land of Beiming without stopping.

A group of people exerted great mana, tore apart the space, and took a break in the middle, and it took only a few days to arrive at the land of Beiming.

The prehistoric North Pole is different from the rich and prosperous east, the hot and dry south, and the barren west. It is a bitter and cold place.

Looking around, there are snow-covered, icy and snow-covered icebergs that are hundreds of millions of feet high, piercing the world.

Countless cold air poured down from the iceberg, freezing everything. This cold air was not ordinary cold air, but the cold air transformed by the mysterious ice that had existed in the land of the Northern Darkness for hundreds of millions of years.

Ordinary celestial beings and true immortal monks can only barely maintain their bodies by protecting their bodies with magic power all the time.

Only at the level of Xuanxian and Jinxian can one use physical strength to counteract the terrifying coldness of the Northern Darkness.

At this time, the infinite cold air blows in bursts, blowing the sky and the earth, and everything is cold and lonely.

Chen Xuanji and Jin Ao are both Daluo Immortals, and the remaining Guiling Virgin also has the cultivation base of Taiyi Immortal.

But looking at such a scene, there is still a chill that keeps growing in his heart.

In a field of ice and snow, countless monks could be vaguely seen, driving the streamer, fleeing to the depths of Beiming.

In the depths of Beiming is the Beiming Sea. The ancestor of the black turtle, because of his huge size and unable to transform, stayed in the Beiming Sea all the time.

The Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit looked at the billions of icebergs, covered with white snow, and said with some gratitude.

"The bitter cold in the Northern Darkness is not a good place to practice. If it hadn't been for great perseverance to come to the east and worship under the master's door, I am afraid that I am still practicing in such a place now."

Jin Ao on Gui Ling's side also had a flash of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Back then, when I left Beiming, Beiming was like this. After countless years, it still hasn't changed."

Chen Xuanji smiled slightly, interrupting their thoughts.

"Let's go quickly, the ancestor's birthday is coming soon, let me hurry up and go, don't waste the time."

"Too."

Jin Ao and the Holy Mother of Guiling nodded, and turned into a stream of light, rushing towards the sea of ​​darkness in the north.

As the group approached the Beiming Sea, it became more and more lively.

Tens of thousands of monks from the Turtle Clan had already gathered in the sea of ​​the Northern Darkness.

These Turtle Clan monks are strong and weak, weak, insignificant, celestial, and mysterious.

The strong ones, but they also have the realm of Daluo, and they are all the descendants of the mysterious turtles that have multiplied for hundreds of millions of years.

Jin Ao, the Holy Mother of Guiling, and Chen Xuanji were also among them, waiting quietly for the birthday feast to begin.

I don't know how long it took, Jin Ao's expression changed, and he said softly, "Beiming sea is moving, the ancestor is about to come out."

Only Jin Ao's voice fell, and huge waves slowly rose up in the sea of ​​darkness in the north. Everyone felt the ground under their feet trembling continuously, and then, a huge and ferocious head slowly emerged from the water.

Then, the earth trembled more violently, and another island slowly emerged from the water behind the head.

It is said to be an island, but it is similar to a piece of land, stretching for millions of miles left and right.

The island is smooth and moist, and mysterious runes are engraved on it. Just by looking at it, one can feel a strong sense of Dao rushing toward one's face. This island is actually the shell of a mysterious turtle!

Seeing this scene, even though Chen Xuanji had been prepared, he was secretly startled.

The Northern Dark Turtle stretches for millions of miles just because of its innate Taoist body, so how terrifying should its mana and Taoism be?

Chen Xuanji has seen the ancestors of the witch clan, Zhen Yuanzi, and the ancestor of Minghe of the blood sea, and compared them with this mysterious turtle, but they are still far behind this mysterious turtle.

"This mysterious tortoise's way is unfathomable, even surpassing Minghe, Zhenyuanzi, and Queen Mother of the West. Looking at the prehistoric world today, apart from the six sages, I am afraid that only Donghuang Taiyi who has broken through to the sub-sage can be compared with him."

As the mysterious tortoise showed its original Dao body, countless tortoise clan looked excited and bowed to the mysterious tortoise one after another.

"I have seen the first ancestor, and I wish the first ancestor immortality and immortality forever."

"Get up!"

Xuan Gui opened his mouth slightly, although he tried his best to suppress it, his voice was still like thunder and vibrations, rolling all over the world.

There are hundreds of millions of descendants of black turtles, and many existences have been born for hundreds of millions of years.

There are as many as a dozen Daluo Immortals alone, and thousands of Taiyi Immortals and Jinxians.

As for those under the Golden Immortal, they are like stars in the chaos, immeasurable.

After countless tortoises celebrated their birthdays, the next step was to offer birthday gifts.

Birthday gift, not everyone can give it. Only monks above Taiyi are eligible to give it.

A dozen Da Luoxians presented birthday gifts one by one, all of which were rare treasures in the prehistoric world.

Jin Ao is a Daluo Immortal cultivation base, so naturally he is no exception, and he also went up to offer a birthday gift. What he offered was a saint's handwriting that was exchanged from the Contribution Pavilion at the expense of a large number of contribution points.

The sage's handwriting is written by the sage himself. Between the lines, it contains the sage's way, which is infinitely mysterious.

It has an indescribably mysterious effect on Da Luoxian and quasi-sage.

As soon as this treasure came out, it immediately overwhelmed the birthday gifts brought by other Da Luoxians, and it aroused the amazement of countless people.

All the cultivators also knew that Jin Ao had great luck, and by chance, he became a disciple of a saint and became a guardian animal.

Seeing that Jin Ao actually took out the saint's handwriting at this time, there was only boundless envy on his face.

Xuan Gui has lived for hundreds of millions of years, and has never seen any treasures. He just accepted those birthday gifts hastily.

It can be seen that the sage's handwriting was greatly amazed, and he put it away as a treasure.

A saint, transcending the long river of time, immortal and immortal, has survived thousands of kalpas without grinding, is not stained by cause and effect, lives with the sky, and exists forever with the Tao. The saint's handwriting has the power of supreme mystery.

Restricted by the law of heaven, I was trapped in the Beiming Sea, and it was rare to be free.

After getting the sage's handwriting, if you want to study it, maybe you will have a chance to break the shackles of that day.

Xuan Gui got the treasure of a sage, and was in a good mood, and immediately praised Jin Ao a few words.

As for Chen Xuanji, he kept his breath aside and did not reveal his true identity.

He didn't come here to celebrate Xuan Gui's birthday, and to expose his identity would only increase trouble.

After presenting the birthday gift, the next thing is the birthday banquet.

Under the auspices of a monk from the Turtle Clan who was perfect in Daluo, the Xuangui Birthday Banquet officially began!
In the Beiming sea, the brilliance flashed, and countless tables and stools appeared on it. Countless fairy wines, delicacies, and elixir were placed on them for free. For a time, the wine was fragrant and the delicacies were delicious. There is a scent everywhere.

This Northern Ming feast lasted for three full days and three nights before it ended.

After the birthday banquet, countless monks of the turtle tribe bid farewell to Xuangui, and they all turned into streamers of light and flew towards Beiming.

The tortoise tribe with the level of Da Luoxian invited Jin Ao to go with him, but Jin Ao refused, saying that he still had some things to do in Beiming.

In just half a day, the land of Northern Darkness has returned to the deserted and lonely past, only the touch of immortal wine left in the void, the atmosphere of delicious food has not dissipated, telling the story of the immortal feast that just ended not long ago .

As everyone left, Chen Xuanji also asked Jin Ao and the Holy Mother of Guiling to leave for the time being, and said that he had something important to talk to Xuangui.

Jin Ao and the Holy Mother of Guiling left as promised, and for a while, only Chen Xuanji and Xuangui were left in the vast Beiming Sea.

The Xuangui was huge and did not notice Chen Xuanji who was hiding his aura.

Looking at Beiming who had regained his coolness, he sighed, and when he was about to sink into Beiming's deep sleep again, he was stopped by a voice next to him.

"The ancestor of the black turtle, why bother to sleep in such a hurry, Beiming, but there are still guests not entertained."

Chen Xuanji smiled slightly, and no longer suppressed the aura on his body, Dao Yun of Da Luo Jinxian level surged out mightily, sweeping across the entire Beiming Sea.

The aura of Da Luo Jinxian startled Xuangui who was about to fall asleep.

Then, his substantive eyes fell on Chen Xuanji.

He thought for a while before saying in a deep voice, "I remember, you came here with Jin Ao and Gui Ling and said, what is your plan for coming to my Beiming?"

"I am a senior brother of the upper Qing lineage, and I am a direct descendant of the Tongtian sage."

Chen Xuanji breathed silently, an incomparably pure supernatural breath, exuded.

The aura of Jin Ao and the Holy Mother of Guiling comes from the same source.

Xuangui felt the aura carefully as a primordial spirit of the sub-sage level, and after confirming that it was correct, the coldness on his face eased a bit, said.

"It turned out to be a disciple of the sage, come to Beiminghai, what's the matter?"

Chen Xuanji shook his head, and directly stated his future intentions, "I came here for no other purpose, but to help Fellow Daoists get out of trouble and leave Beiminghai."

"Help me out of trouble? Leave Beiminghai?"

Xuangui was taken aback for a moment, as if he had heard some joke, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"You are a big Luoxian, but you dare to speak wild words, not to mention you, even if Master Master Tongtian came in person, I am afraid that you may not be able to do this."

"That's not necessarily the case, what if I can really do it?"

Chen Xuanji looked very calm.

Seeing Chen Xuanji's insistence, Xuan Gui shook his head slightly, and saw that he moved the innate Taoist body, and the Taoist body, which was millions of miles away, slowly rose under the great magic power.

The waves of the Beiming sea were surging, and the limbs of the black turtle were slowly exposed.

The body of the black tortoise has millions of miles, and its four legs each have a size of millions of miles!
But at this time, black and white chains were wrapped around the four legs of the black tortoise.

The black and white chain meanders out from the depths of the Beiming Sea and wraps around the four feet of the black turtle. As the turtle's body rises, the chain gradually becomes tighter and sinks deeply into the turtle's flesh.

A sliver of the power of the law of the heavens is constantly radiating from above, and it is absolutely impossible for Ren Xuangui to break free with the power of the sub-sage.

"This is a chain formed by the power of heaven. On the day I broke through to become a quasi-sage, it was locked on my four feet. It has been hundreds of millions of years. This chain is transformed by the power of heaven. It depends on you. Can you untie it too?"

In Xuan Gui's ancient and vicissitudes eyes, there is a trace of loneliness and unwillingness!

"Day 49, Tianyan [-], everything has a chance of life, even if it is the limit of the power of heaven, it may not be impossible to break through."

Chen Xuanji looked at the chains that day, and slowly took out the best innate treasure, the Kunlun Mirror, from his bosom.

"What is this?"

Although the black tortoise is very ancient, it has been imprisoned in chains in the North Sea all its life. It does not know this Kunlun mirror.

"This is the ultimate innate spiritual treasure, the Kunlun Mirror, engraved with the Taiyi God pattern, which has the magical effect of reflecting the ages and breaking the long river of time. Please also ask Fellow Daoist Xuangui to give me a drop of blood essence."

"A drop of blood? Here it is for you."

When Xuan Gui thought about it, a drop of blood essence flew out of his body and landed in front of Chen Xuanji.

The black turtle is not panicking at all. Although he is imprisoned in the Beiming Sea by the chains of heaven, the accumulation of hundreds of millions of years of practice is not in vain. With a sub-sage cultivation base, he can be called invincible in the Beiming Sea.

Chen Xuanji is not as good as Da Luo, so even if there are any schemes, he can suppress them with his palms.

Chen Xuanji carefully picked up the blood essence and put it on the Kunlun mirror.

On the Kunlun Mountain Mirror, countless Taiyi divine patterns flickered slightly, turning into countless silk threads, gradually absorbing the blood essence of the mysterious turtle.

After absorbing it, the Kunlun mirror image stood in the air as if it had taken a great tonic, exuding the divine light of Taiyi, which was very dazzling.

At the same time, a faint thread of cause and effect stretched out from the Kunlun mirror and was drawn to Xuangui's body.

There is a great mystery in the causal thread, as soon as it touches the black turtle, it is bounced back by its instinctive vigilance.

Chen Xuanji said helplessly, "Fellow Daoist, please relax."

Xuan Gui felt that there was no malice on the causal thread, nodded slowly, let go of his mind, and let the causal thread successfully connect to his innate body.

"This is the moment!"

With a thought, Chen Xuanji stretched out his hand to hold the Kunlun mirror, and Da Luo's immeasurable magic power poured into the Kunlun mirror continuously.

On the Kunlun mirror, the brilliance is even more dazzling, radiating out, and condensing a picture on the top.

That was when the world had just been opened up, when the fire, water, and wind in the wilderness were still uncertain, and the atmosphere of chaos was still pervasive.

In the Beiming Sea, a mysterious tortoise the size of a palm was slowly born, absorbing the aura of the heavens and the earth, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.

Xuangui's eyes showed surprise, "This turtle is me"

Time goes by, and the pictures are played one by one, like a slide show.

On this day, in the picture, the scene changed drastically. In the Beiming Sea, there was a huge wave, and the sky-shattering waves. The black turtle was completely cultivated, successfully beheaded the evil corpse, and entered the early stage of quasi-sage.

The mysterious tortoise has extraordinary heels and a lot of good fortune. When he stepped into the quasi-sage and was about to transform into a form, suddenly, the sky and the earth changed color in the Beiming sea.

A black and white power of heaven fell into the Beiming Sea.

As soon as it entered the Beiming Sea, the power of heaven turned into chains and wrapped around the four legs of the black turtle.

This chain locked Bei Minghai and Xuangui Taoist body together, completely cutting off the chance of Xuangui's transformation.

Outside the Kunlun mirror, Xuangui's face showed a gloomy look. How can he resist the power of heaven?

The picture in the Kunlun Mirror keeps changing, and finally, it evolved into such a picture.

The mountain collapsed in Buzhou, and a big hole appeared in the Nine Heavens. Countless chaotic air currents, earth fire, water wind, and water from the Tianhe River poured into the flood.

The Great Desolation suffered a catastrophe, all spirits wept, and the sky and the earth screamed in mourning. At this moment, a figure appeared. Her whole body was wrapped in countless chaotic air currents, and she couldn't see her real body clearly.

She flew to the Beiming Sea, and with great magic power, cut off the four legs of the black turtle, and used them to support the four poles of the prehistoric world again.
The picture is here, it's here!

Chen Xuanji's face turned pale, his mana was exhausted, and he couldn't hold on any longer, so he took his hand off the Kunlun Mountain Mirror.

The brilliant brilliance that bloomed on the Kunlun Mirror instantly dimmed and fell into Chen Xuanji's hands again.

Xuangui looked at the Kunlun mirror, the last image revealed, and his heart was full of turmoil, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

What evolves on the Kunlun mirror is the picture of the future.

According to the information above, it seems that the prehistoric world will encounter a catastrophe in the future. The mountains will collapse, the four poles will fall, and the earth, fire, water and wind will pour into the prehistoric world.

His four legs were cut off in the end, and used to stabilize the four poles of the prehistoric
After a long, long time, Xuan Gui came back to his senses, his face became extremely solemn, and he said seriously.

"Dare to ask my friend, is there any way to help me get that chance of life?"

Chen Xuanji breathed out a few breaths, recovered his mana, and then said, "You can also see from the screen that in the prehistoric future, there will be a catastrophe, it is inevitable. There is no chance of life, but if you support the sky by yourself, only this innate body will be damaged, and the true spirit will not die. At that time, I will pick up your true spirit and go to the underworld to reincarnate and intercept it. That lifeline."

Xuan Gui was silent for a while, and then said, "Fellow Daoist helps me so much, what price do I need to pay?"

Xuangui has practiced for hundreds of millions of years, so he naturally knows that there is no such thing as a free lunch, and naturally he has to pay the corresponding price for what he wants.

(End of this chapter)