Volume 2: Yun Ji Cang Hai Chapter 359: Opportunity of Reality and Illusion
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To the north of Chuqi County, on a mountain path among the lofty mountains, two middle-aged monks were walking in a hurry.
The two came to a hill. One of the older monks looked around, shook his head and sighed: "I have been searching for three days, and there is no doubt that it is this valley!" He has a slender figure, a short beard under his chin, a pair of eyes that wander around, and his whole person is shrewd.
The other monk looked slightly younger. The man looked ahead, and then said with great certainty: "Brother, that deep and small canyon has not yet been set foot in, maybe the cave is here."
The place where they were was deserted, and the two of them had no scruples in their conversation, and their words could be heard far away.
The two brothers, both of whom were at the foundation-building stage, discussed it with each other. Without any further delay, they each took to the air with their swords and headed straight for a canyon a few miles ahead.
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Not long after the two left, an old man appeared out of thin air. He was dressed in ordinary soap-colored cloth, with gray beard and hair, a pale face, and no trace of spiritual energy fluctuations all over his body, making him look like an ordinary elder.
The old man overheard the two monks talking about the cave and followed them all the way. I don't care whether this cave is that cave, but he will not let go of any signs.
After twirling his beard and thinking for a moment, the old man took a light step, and his figure suddenly disappeared on the spot.
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Deep in this small canyon, a dark cave really appeared. Two middle-aged monks stood at the edge of the cave entrance, unable to move forward.
The young, beardless monk said excitedly: "Senior brother, this place is so full of vitality that it must be a monk's cave!"
"Haha, hard work pays off! Rumor has it that the monk back then betrayed the master and took away the supreme Kung Fu inheritance. He was then hunted down and his whereabouts are unknown. If you and I, our brothers, were to get hold of this person My treasure is truly blessed with deep blessings..." The senior brother was full of ambition in his words, and just as he was about to enter the cave, a cold snort rang out.
"Hmph! You two arrogant juniors, if you want to survive, get out of here!" Before he could finish his words, a supreme power came over them, and a strong murderous intention instantly locked onto the two middle-aged monks.
The expressions of these two people changed drastically. When they were frightened, they hurriedly looked back and saw half a figure. But the panic that life and death depended only on the other person's thoughts became more and more intense. The two of them did not dare to hesitate, and fled with flying swords.
The old man slowly appeared and stopped in front of the cave entrance to look at it. He didn't care about the departure of the two juniors. In his mind, the two people had escaped dozens of miles away.
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However, what the old man didn't know was that the two middle-aged men escaped all the way in one breath, then took a long breath, looked at each other, and laughed, with a sense of luck and contentment in their expressions.
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The cave, which is dozens of feet deep, can be seen clearly with spiritual consciousness. There is a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy at the entrance of the cave, which is obviously a formation. The old man walked towards the entrance of the cave, and a fluorescent light flashed. His expression remained unchanged, and he grabbed it with his hand, and there was a "click" sound, and the formation shielding the entrance of the cave was broken with his tentacles.
Without stopping, the old man walked into the cave.
The few crude defensive formations placed in the cave were not taken seriously by the old man at all. What he was looking forward to was whether this was the hiding place of that person back then.
The old man's steps were slow and seemingly unremarkable, but after three or five steps, he arrived at the depths of the cave.
A cave that was more than ten feet in size and seemed empty appeared in front of the old man. There is a stone couch several feet square, which should be a place for monks to meditate. It is also empty.
The old man shook his head and used his spiritual consciousness to explore the cave. After a moment, he walked slowly to the stone couch, his eyes flashing, and he looked around.
Suddenly, the old man noticed something strange in his consciousness. As his doubts grew, seven small black flags suddenly appeared on the ground around the stone couch.
The old man looked calm when he encountered a sudden change. His figure flickered, and then he disappeared on the stone couch.
Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened again. The seven dark little flags suddenly turned into seven black dragons. Under the rolling black clouds, the small cave was locked up.
"boom--"
After a muffled sound, the old man staggered out of the black clouds. With a stern look on his face, he waved his hands without hesitation, a layer of light flashed through, and the charging black dragon roared and flew backwards.
The old man was hanging on the stone couch out of thin air, with a cold and menacing look in his eyes. He held his long beard in his hand, sneered, and said, "It's really surprising that someone dared to attack me secretly. I'm afraid you have been planning for so long. Please show up and let me see who you are."
In the cave, dark clouds were billowing, and seven black dragons were flying up and down, teeth and claws showing, and they were menacing.
The old man had an angry look on his face, but he had a plan in mind and remained calm in the face of danger.
After a while, a high-pitched and harsh laughter suddenly sounded——
"Hahaha--!"
With laughter, a middle-aged man wearing a mysterious robe appeared outside the black clouds. He has thick eyebrows and heavy beard, a majestic face, and a wild and domineering expression.
Seeing this, the old man looked slightly stunned, his eyes narrowed, then he shook his head in disbelief and said, "Gong Yeqian! It's actually you?"
The other party smiled complacently and said, "Le Chengzi, what you are seeing is our sect!"
"My sect? Haha! You, a junior, dare to act arrogant in front of me. I don't know what you rely on..." As Le Chengzi shook his head and sneered, his expression suddenly changed, and his eyes suddenly became sharp. Staring at Gong Yeqian in disbelief, he blurted out: "You...have cultivated into Nascent Soul?"
"Hahaha!" Gong Yeqian couldn't help but raised his head and laughed. His arrogant and arrogant momentum immediately filled the entire cave, and the seven black dragons took advantage of the situation and bared their teeth and claws, ready to move.
Le Chengzi felt a chill in his heart. What he was worried about was not facing a Nascent Soul cultivator. The other party was just an early-stage monk who had just given birth to a baby, and was not yet enough to pose a fatal threat. But the cave right now is obviously a trap. What is Gong Yegan going to do? What is the Black Mountain Sect going to do?
"Haha! Le Chengzi, you didn't expect that I, Gong Yeqian, would also become a Nascent Soul cultivator, right? Are you thinking why I trapped you here today?" Gong Yeqian had a proud smile on his face. . A senior who has been admired by everyone for a long time, a master who was at the height of his power in Great Xia, is now locked in his own formation. He thought that the overall situation was under control and was satisfied with his ambition.
Le Chengzi, who knew he had been tricked, no longer had the anger he had before. He twirled his long beard, Yun Danfeng smiled softly, looked at the other party sideways, shook his head and said: "Gong Yeqian, you are an early stage monk who has just given birth, do you think you are my opponent? Don't forget, There is also my senior brother Yuan Jizi in the Xuantian Sect. Your Black Mountain Sect has evil intentions, so you are really not afraid of my Xuantian Sect’s thunderous strike?”
Seeing that the other party was in the formation, he was talking eloquently, without any trace of fuss, and his words were quite intimidating. Gong Yeqian's arrogance calmed down a little, and he snorted angrily and said: "I have trapped you here not because I want your life, but because I have something to discuss..."
"What a joke! With your ability, do you really think you can trap me?" Le Chengzi scolded.
"Hmph! My 'Seven Evil Formation' is carefully crafted. Each ghost evil flag is 20% of my skill. Although I can't do anything to you, it is not difficult for this formation to trap a Nascent Soul cultivator. ." Gong Yeqian's voice grew louder, and the power of his Nascent Soul cultivator came out, and he turned to bless the seven-pole ghost demon flag. The seven black dragons suddenly grew in size and became even more arrogant. Black clouds were like ink, and strong and desperate murderous intent surged. Le Chengzi in the formation suddenly felt that the energy around him was suffocating.
Just now the way was blocked by the formation, which made Le Chengzi stunned. Such a painstaking design and plot is openly against Xuantianmen. It seems that the other party has a big plan.
Le Chengzi's eyes flickered as he stared at Gong Yeqian who was showing off. He pondered for a while and then asked, "What do you want to discuss with me?"
"Haha! Fellow Taoist Le Chengzi is indeed a master! His vision and mind are very comparable to others." Gong Yeqian's heart relaxed, and his power was slightly restrained. He laughed proudly, clasped his fists at Le Chengzi and said, "In this situation, our sect has no choice but to do so! If we rashly invite fellow Taoists here for a while, we naturally have important matters to discuss."
Le Chengzi stood in the formation, with one hand behind his back and the other gently twirling his long beard. His face was as heavy as water and he said nothing. The area within a one-foot radius around him was like a natural chasm barrier, and the turbulent black clouds were rolling endlessly, but they could no longer push forward at all.
After Gong Yeqian laughed, when he saw that the other party didn't respond, he did not feel dissatisfied. Instead, he looked sighing and said in a loud voice: "There are only a handful of Yuanying monks in the world of cultivating immortals in Daxia. Before, there were only happy people." Fellow Daoist Chengzi and Yuanjizi are the best. Fortunately, our sect is also on the top of this admirable peak, but what can we do? It’s so scary!”
When he said this, Gong Yeqian's eyes passed through the black clouds full of holes and turned to nowhere. There was a hint of loss in his expression, and his voice became lower, and he continued: "The life of a Yuanying monk can only last a thousand years. In the end, you and I will still be able to break through the shackles of the Yuanying stage and reach the legendary place. The stage of becoming a god is really out of reach, so——"
Gong Yeqian changed his tone, his eyes sparkled, and his voice became high-pitched again. He said to Le Chengzi: "I, Gong Yeqian, want to ask fellow Taoist Le Chengzi for advice. I wonder if you can tell me something about the secrets of Xuantian Master and Xuantian Fairyland?"
"Oh? What else do you know?" Le Chengzi closed his eyes slightly and his expression changed slightly.
As if he had expected it, Gong Yeqian shook his head and said: "Don't think that your Xuantian Sect is secretive. All this cannot be difficult for those who are interested. I, Gong Yeqian, know exactly what your sect has been looking for for thousands of years. ”
Le Chengzi snorted noncommittally.
"According to rumors, Xuantian Realm is the remnant of the Immortal Realm. For hundreds of years, I have always been worried about this. But due to the limitations of my cultivation, I can only secretly pay attention to everything related to it. And the founder of Xuantian Clan , that is, the inexplicable death of Master Xuantian a thousand years ago. Although it is a public case in the world of immortal cultivation in Daxia, for thousands of years, isn’t it the remains of Master Xuantian that the Xuantian Sect has been searching for? "
Le Chengzi's face became increasingly gloomy. Gong Yeqian turned a blind eye to this and continued: "After many years of inquiring, I roughly know the whole story. When Master Xuantian returned from the sea that year, he should have found the method to open the 'Xuantian Palace', but he was He was hunted down to the point where he was seriously injured and fell. The Xuantian Clan sent everyone to search for him, but a disciple later found the remains of his ancestor. However, this person disappeared, leaving the Xuantian Clan's inheritance incomplete. What I have been searching for is the whereabouts of this person.”
Hearing this, Le Chengzi's face was ashen.
"The Xuantian Realm is opened once every eighteen years, and no one has ever been able to enter the 'Xuantian Palace'. Only in the 'Xuantian Palace' is it very likely that one will learn about the way to the Immortal Realm and get the opportunity to advance in cultivation. Therefore, what our sect is discussing with fellow Taoists today is that you and I will join forces to jointly seek the method to open the 'Xuantian Palace'. And my Black Mountain Sect will also send out all its people to help your Xuantian Sect find the lost inheritance of the skills. Fellow Taoists, do you agree?"
After saying this, Gong Yegan looked at Le Chengzi expectantly.
Isn't the persistence of a cultivator to go further on the path of heaven? If one can get the opportunity from the Immortal Realm in the 'Xuantian Palace', breaking through the early Nascent Soul stage, even the middle and late stages, and even the rumored God Transformation stage will no longer be an unattainable dream.
Moreover, he, Gong Yegan, has already known the thousand-year secret of Xuantian Sect. In addition, there are plans unknown to the Black Mountain Sect...
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