Leisurely cultivating life

Chapter 712
The three veins of the burial door, life, death, crossing.

The life meridian is often displayed in the world, while the death and crossing meridians are hidden in the universe and the heavens, few people know about it.

It's just that in the past, Dongshengzhou was the place of Taoism, Zhongzhou was the land of humanity, Xihe and Beilu two continents were home to hundreds of ethnic groups, and Nanchanzhou became a place of chaos for some reason.

Most of the forces like Zanmen are active in Nanchanzhou, and this is the second time for Zhou Fan to deal with them.

In terms of power, although Shengmai is not as good as Yuxu or even any holy land, it is more than a step stronger than big forces like Bixiao Pavilion.

In particular, it is only one of the three veins of the funeral gate, not to mention the two veins of death and crossing, it is difficult to say that the funeral gate has no veins other than these three veins.

In this battle between immortals and heaven, he really did not expect that his generation would also come here.

The five continents in the middle of the sky are separated by boundless oceans. Except for the level of Taoist monarchs, people in the lower realms rarely communicate with each other.

Especially nowadays, not only is the Central Continent frequented, but the other four continents are also killed.

Even in Dongshengzhou, there are constant frictions among the five hegemons, and various conspiracies and schemes continue.

Among the monks, because of cultivation techniques, supernatural powers, natural materials and earthly treasures, etc., they either worship for a country, or gather in one place, or start a business without money...

Thousands of mortals, living beings and mental images are all here.

And among the Daojun levels, the competition is immortal.

Since the beginning of the world of Hanyuan, the major forces of the heavens have begun to prepare to compete for the immortal heavens.

The immortal heaven displayed in Central Continent this time is another immortal heaven after Hanyuan.

The most important thing is that this Fang Xiantian is not in the contract, that is, it has no owner.

In other words, if it is not within the contract, it is a thing without an owner, and those who are destined will get it.

Zhou Fan stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless, and said: "This is my human fairy, fellow Taoist, you have crossed the line."

The sound spread, resounding everywhere.

No matter how the major forces compete, they all agree that they come from the same source.

And the funeral gate is originally a human body, and if you enter the funeral gate, you have already given up your identity as a human race and no longer recognize yourself as a human race.

"It's so big, the tone, you count, what, something."

Although the knight paused and paused, his words were quite harsh. He didn't show any kindness at all, and was even a little mean, but he said it very naturally and seriously, and it was definitely not intentional humiliation.

Because in his view, this is the truth.

"Let me see if you have the ability."

As soon as the words fell, the knight snorted coldly, the whole world trembled, and a coercion surged forward.

Suddenly, people screamed.

The knight rode a horse and rushed forward. The horse shook its head and tail, raised its head and neighed. It was powerful and terrifying. Every time the stone hoof with a big bowl mouth fell, it would break the void, shake the sky, and spread the murderous intent.

A pillar of black smoke piercing the sky and the earth stood upright, inside were clusters of burial aura, before approaching, there was a kind of aura that permeated all auras and transformed into heaven's abandonment.

Zhou Fan didn't say a word, but with one thought, he mobilized his strength, didn't dodge or dodge, and collided directly with the funeral aura falling from the sky.

Boom! ! !
The fight between the two was earth-shattering, the aftermath rose into the sky, the sky shook, and a thousand rainbows fell down, like a beaded curtain rolled upside down, or like a lotus flower quietly blooming.

The rainbow light is intertwined, looking from a distance, it is colorful, delicate, beautiful, and strange.

The knight alone shot like a thousand troops galloping, and the horses under his seat were terrifying and incomparable, and they were also releasing strands of terrifying energy.

"Om~"

There was a loud bang, and a sharp spear pierced the sky, and billions of rays of auspicious light slashed and chopped Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan looked indifferent, without any mood swings.

A giant hand that covers the sky seems to encompass the boundless sky, sweeping across the infinite, wherever it passes, all ways return to the origin, everything is as usual, and disharmonious things are eliminated.

In a blink of an eye, the clouds were calm and the wind was light, as if the knight had never been here at all.

jingle~
Amidst the sound of wearing rings, the fragrance was fragrant and the colorful clouds covered the canopy. Ning Xixi rushed over. When she turned her beautiful eyes, she saw the condensed funeral atmosphere, like a dragon or a snake, wandering around the venue.

Stretching out her slender hand, grabbing a strand, she frowned and said, "The burial gate?"

Zhou Fan nodded, and said in a deep voice, "It's the lifeblood of the funeral."

"The pulse?"

Ning Xixi raised her eyebrows, flipped her jade hand over, her fingertips flashed like arcs of lightning, and with a 'pop', the funeral air in her palm was blown away, and said: "I just sent Xuanzhen away, and came to the funeral gate again, it seems Our luck doesn't seem to be very good."

"It should be their bad luck." Xing Yue came from the sky, his expression indifferent.

"This generation is on the border with me, and there must be a battle." Mu Jing came on the clouds, with green scenes embroidered on his cassock, said.

"It is destined to be their misfortune to meet us." Zhou Fan smiled, his voice was not loud, but sonorous and powerful.

The two swords on Xing Yue's back made sword noises from time to time. Hearing Zhou Fan's words, he laughed and said: "You Daoist Zhou is right. It's their misfortune to meet us."

Zhou Fan paced slowly, his eyes became more and more sharp, and said: "The person who came here just now is just an incarnation, and it is not indecent to come and go, and we will also send a big gift to the funeral."

……

A mountain full of verdant trees, the canopy of the trees soars into the clouds, covered with shade and cool breeze.

And in the middle of the mountain range, on top of a vast lake, there is a huge floating island, thousands of rays of light hang down from above, radiantly.

The fine and dense seal characters were born from the floating island, passed through the light, and passed to the sky above the sky. Layers of halos intertwined, even an ordinary monk would know that this is a magic ritual that contains great power.

Once it shows its power, its power is unimaginable.

On the floating island, the monks came and went. If you look carefully, you can find that their eyes are dull, even dull, and they are doing repetitive things dumbly.

At this time, a knight riding a horse came down from the middle of the sky.

Above the sky, more than a dozen people lived in it, all surrounded by clusters of funeral aura.

Seeing the knight, everyone saluted.

The knight waved his hand, dismounted his horse, and sat down on the biggest cloud couch.

"Brother, if you go out for a trip, what can you gain?"

The one who spoke was an exquisite and beautiful girl, with curving eyebrows like a crescent moon, clear eyes that were as lively and energetic as a deep pool of autumn water, an oval face, and a palace skirt covering her body.

The knight shook his head, his voice was still hoarse, extremely unpleasant, with pauses.

"Let's be next door, Yuxu."

"Yuxu!"

Everyone listened and looked at each other.

At this moment, above the virtual sky, there is a surging and magnificent atmosphere hanging down.

"Boom!!!"

It seems that thousands of troops are galloping, and it is also like a raging tide, coming one after another, carrying a masculine and fiery energy, filling the world.

At this moment, it seemed like God was angry and wanted to send thunder and punishment to destroy everything.

Everyone at the funeral gate looked up, their eyes piercing the void.

I don't know when, a Taoist in Xuanpao had his hands behind his back and stepped on the rainbow light. Behind him, all the Taoist masters of Yuxu spread out in a fan shape.

"Zhou Fan."

The knight stood up abruptly, staring at the figure in the front with murderous intent in his eyes.

Zhou Fan waved his sleeves, took a step forward, and said in a clear voice, "Fellow Daoist, the one who just left was in a bit of a hurry, and we haven't fulfilled the friendship of the landlord."

Zhou Fan bit the four words "Friendship of the Landlord" very hard, and the meaning was obvious.

Here, I am the Lord.

The knight seemed to be enraged, and the black iron clothes erupted into a black halo that was difficult to look directly at, like a big black sun, shining majesticly, hanging in the sky, and said word by word: "Zhou Fan, if you think it's a fluke, If you beat a person with dead veins, you dare, like this, to deceive me with vital veins, it is really arrogant and daring."

"Today, I will, let you, pay the price!"

Zhou Fan calmed down, turned his head and smiled at Mu Jing and the others, and said: "Fellow Taoists, the rest of the people in the funeral gate will have to work, I will deal with this person."

Mu Jing nodded, and with a little step, the green light jumped, and said to the people at the funeral gate opposite: "Yuxu Mujing, which Taoist friend from the funeral gate will come out to fight!"

Yan Yao's black eyebrows were curved, her pretty face was frosty, and said: "Yuxu Mujing, what a great name, Shengmai Yanyao is the leader of Taoist priest Gao Ming."

"Please."

"Please."

The two sides attacked almost at the same time, unleashing supernatural powers and magic weapons very fiercely.

In an instant, the rest of the people also found their opponents.

At this moment, the various halos in the sky exploded, the startled rainbows flew in disorder, the rays of light rose, and collided with each other.

The scuffle between Taoist monarchs kicked off in the virtual sky, which was magnificent.

Zhou Fan took a few glances, and found that although there were many people at the Burial Gate, and whether it was Xuangong or magic weapon, it seemed that they were not inferior to his side. Accumulated, it was not a small advantage.

But it will take a long time to really tell the winner.

The knight saw it in his eyes, his eyes were deep, and he said: "Zhou Fan, you, this is, you are humiliating yourself!"

At this moment, the knight was very unhappy.

The burial of the pulse is to regenerate the spiritual consciousness from the body of the dead creature, as if it were a new life.

It is also able to inherit most of the skills and supernatural powers of the predecessor.

Of course, if it's commonplace, no matter how much you inherit, it's useless.

The favorite of Zanmen Shengmai is the corpse of a master.

Once he awakens his spiritual consciousness, he can inherit a lot of cultivation strength from his predecessor.

A knight is a spiritual consciousness awakened from a body buried in a long time ago. As soon as he awakens, he is in the realm of dharma.

Although he didn't inherit the memory of his predecessor at all, there was a kind of domineering aura engraved in his bones.

"Here and now, take your head off!" Zhou Fan had only one sentence.

The knight's eyes were indifferent, and he stepped forward with one step. His long hair was like a sword glow, and his roots stood on end, which shows how fierce his anger and power are.

His fighting spirit was burning violently, and he rushed over like a big fireball, burning down the sky.

"Boom!!!"

Behind him, funeral aura rose into the sky, and there were billions of chaotic vortexes inside, dark and dense, exuding an aura that was incompatible with the present world.

Burial gas, God abandoned it.

With a full move, blood rained down.

The blood-colored rain seemed to be endless, converging into a boundless ocean.

It is vast, without boundaries, and the blood-colored rain forms a silvery ocean, without end, which seems to be larger than the entire fairyland, but there is no trace of it at all.

It's like a projection.

The silver waves rolled up like a metal storm, Zhou Fan walked on the waves, all the waves parted under his feet, it was difficult to stop his pace.

"Is this the burial technique... It's really strange."

Zhou Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and messages appeared in his mind.

The burial gate is treacherous, and the method of its practice is even more treacherous and treacherous, which cannot be judged by common sense.

In the depths of the Silver Sea, a huge ancient tree stands tall, towering into the sky, and one after another magnificent palaces hang on the leaves, looking dreamy.

However, in Zhou Fan's perception, this tree has long been dead, but it has lost its spirit.

There are thousands of branches and leaves, endless palaces, and dead bones are everywhere in every palace.

Come to think of it, this place used to be a glorious holy place.

Now, it has become a burial place.

It is a cruel fact that if you don't become a fairy, you won't live forever. Zhou Fan couldn't imagine how those ancestors who protected the world could persevere under such circumstances.

Zhou Fan sighed in his heart, if he was born at that time, what choice would he have, eternal life, or choose to die alone after a million years.

"If you can't live forever, you can only bend down under the years." Zhou Fan sighed leisurely.

I am glad that I was able to be born into this world and enjoy the opportunities and fairy luck that countless heroes dream of.

"Perhaps, I'm really lucky."

Zhou Fan shook his head, calmed down, and looked at the top of the ancient tree.

At this moment, a figure was already standing there, filled with a suppressed and suffocating aura.

"Om~"

When he saw this figure, Zhou Fan's spirit was on his mind, and the scene after scene was displayed in turn.

"Father."

A little boy burst into tears, burst into tears, stretched out his little hand, and tried to grab Tianyu.

A woman was full of tears and wanted to rush out, but she was pulled hard by someone and couldn't break free.

On the earth, countless people are mourning.

Above the sky, an ordinary-looking, very ordinary man bloomed with endless auspicious colors, covered in blood, both his own and the enemy's.

Scenes and scenes appeared in Zhou Fan's divine will.

"Ah~"

After a long time, Zhou Fan sighed and looked at the figure, full of complexity.

This is a human king, the king who protects the human race.

Now, the King of Man has passed away, and his obsession is gone.

Zhou Fan looked solemn, and saluted the ancient tree respectfully.

In this salute, he worshiped the king who protected the human race and stopped the blood.

The king of people died half-life.

Those seven words contain the lives of countless kings.

A cold snort came from the ancient tree, and an ancient language that was hard to understand sounded.

The water in Yinhai boiled, and then rushed towards Yao, and above the figure's head hung a blue-gold tower with seven floors in total, and dense air hung down from each floor, like a river hanging from the sky.

He revealed his real body, without armor, and his face was no different from that of the King of Kings that Zhou Fan had seen before.

An ordinary face, a head of black hair.

And that ancient tree rose from the ground, it had no roots, it quickly shrunk, and finally fell into the blue-gold tower and was inserted on the top of the tower.

Zhou Fan was surprised. After the ancient tree shrunk, it seemed to be in the body, and the shape was weird, which shocked him.

(End of this chapter)