Chapter 145 Is it you?

"boom!"

At the critical moment, the Conferred God List on the hillside suddenly burst into a dazzling light, like a rising sun, with golden light all over the place, rushing straight into the sky. A brilliant golden glow poured down like a waterfall, accurately hitting the immortal Taoist, causing him to sway and lose his balance in an instant, falling to the ground in embarrassment.

The immortal Taoist struggled to stand up and looked up into the void. He saw that the golden glow seemed to hide endless majesty and power. His face instantly became hideous and distorted, no longer as peaceful as before.

"Little Wu Shi!" He roared, his voice shaking the earth and sky, as if to shake the entire mountain range. However, what responded to him was an even more violent golden glow in the sky.

The rays of light condensed into a huge golden palm, with countless runes flowing on the palm, emitting a heart-pounding pressure. It was like a god descending from heaven, pressing down on the immortal Taoist without mercy.

"boom!"

A loud noise echoed through the valley, and the golden palm slammed heavily on the immortal Taoist, knocking him to the ground again. His body was like being hit by a giant hammer, and instantly fell into a sea of ​​cracks, which was shocking.

The Immortal Taoist roared in pain and quickly formed seals with his hands, trying to resist the heavy pressure from the sky. However, the golden palm was as unshakable as a mountain and continued to press down, suffocating the Immortal Taoist.

"I hate it..." The Immortal Taoist tried his best and let out a final roar. However, the golden palm was like a judge, ruthlessly fanning him away and slamming him heavily into the mountain, leaving a bottomless pit.

“Once he reveals a trace of that supreme aura, the List of Conferred Gods will activate automatically and lock him tightly. He will not be able to cause any waves in the end.” Black Emperor laughed loudly, and his laughter was full of pride. At this moment, they were finally freed from the previous heavy pressure.

"Could the supreme existence in the Immortal Mountain be a holy spirit?" Ye Fan was surprised.

"As long as we can suppress him, the other two secret techniques will be in our hands!" Li Heishui now regained his courage and shouted.

The old madman transformed into Gutu, who slashed forward, dropping thousands of chaotic silk threads, destroying everything in his path, and nothing could resist.

However, even though the Immortal Taoist was only a wisp of his soul, he also displayed an extremely terrifying power. However, facing the suppression of the List of Conferred Gods, he seemed helpless and could only let out a long sigh: "Daotai, please come here quickly, I am willing to pass on the supreme opportunity to you!"

"Do you think she is a fool?" Hei Huang glanced at the Immortal Taoist and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“I’m afraid the nine secrets will never be united. These two secret methods will sleep with me!” The immortal Taoist suddenly flashed and disappeared on the spot, as if he had merged into the belly of the mountain. The speed was so fast that time seemed to freeze.

"The Xing character technique has set foot in the time realm!"

Several people felt a chill all over their bodies. The other party really had mastered the nine secrets, and it was not an exaggeration.

"He should have obtained the Xing character formula on the Holy Cliff just like us. If he really has another one, it is very likely that it has been lost."

The few of them had no idea what to do. Even someone as powerful as the old madman could not go deep into the mountain to look for another secret. No one knew what was inside the Holy Cliff.

"The List of Conferred Gods is here. Even if his soul is buried in the immortal source, I am afraid it will be obliterated one day..." They all frowned.

Unless the ancient emperor is reborn, who would dare to open the List of Gods and enter the mountain to obtain the Nine Secrets? You must know that the other party is most likely the one who made the great saint regret in his later years.

"Nine Secrets, I know the whereabouts of one of them, but it's a pity that I can't get it..." Pang Bo said to himself.

"Be content. Do you really want to combine the nine secrets into one? Such a heaven-defying thing is almost impossible to do, because several of the secrets have already disappeared completely!" sighed the big black dog.

They walked all the way down the mountain without encountering any obstacles. Everything went smoothly and they left the Holy Cliff two hours later.

More than fifty mountains stand side by side, forming a black mountain range that is not very deep, but it is frightening at every step and requires a saint to lead the way.

As the sun gradually set, they finally walked out of this terrifying area safely, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if all their burdens had been lifted.

However, just as they were about to leave the edge of the mountain range, a strange bird with a human face and a crow body suddenly appeared on a dead old tree. Its cry was like a baby crying, desolate and terrifying, making people shudder. Its nest was built of human bones, snow-white and gloomy, forming a sharp contrast with its pitch-black body.

Seeing this, the old madman just flicked his finger, and the strange bird instantly turned into ashes. A wisp of black air leaked out from it, gradually condensing into the appearance of an immortal Taoist, emitting a sharp scream, and then completely dissipated into the air.

"It turns out that this strange bird is a wisp of energy from the immortal Taoist priest, and it can actually affect such a long distance." Ye Fan sighed, "Once you step into this area, you may not even know how you died."

The old madman didn't say much, just looked at Ye Fan and the others deeply, then nodded, turned and left. His figure gradually went farther and farther, and finally disappeared at the end of the sky.

"Uncle..." The little girl was reluctant to leave. She waved her little hands and called softly from behind.

"brush"

The old madman displayed the Nine Secrets of Traveling, and with one step he reached the end of the sky. With the second step he completely disappeared into nothingness.

"This place is full of dangers. We should not stay here for long. Let's leave quickly." Everyone looked around and came to a unanimous agreement.

As the last rays of the setting sun disappeared over the horizon, Zixia and the others quickly left the Holy Cliff. Instead of returning to the human world, they chose a primitive mountain range a million miles away from the Holy Cliff, intending to live there in seclusion for a while.

This time the harvest was huge. Ye Fan wanted to go into seclusion and then go to celebrate the birthday of the Holy Lord of the Wind Clan.

Zixia chose another path. She did not stay with Ye Fan and the others, but returned to Jiang's house alone. In her mind, the image of the five-color altar became clearer and clearer, as if it was right in front of her. At the same time, the ring on her ring finger became warmer and warmer, as if conveying some kind of message. The meaning was already very clear. The owner of the ring wanted her to find the location of the five-color altar in her mind.

Before leaving, Zixia spent a night with Ye Fan. In their own unique way, they exchanged in-depth insights on the Xing character secret and the other nine secrets.

"So fast!"

“It can be even faster!”

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In the Jiang Family Pure Land, Zixia searched through ancient books, looking for those ancient records, and finally caught a clue that matched the mysterious scene in the dream.

In fact, Zixia knew the location of the five-color altar in the dream, which was next to the ancestral temple of Yuhua Dynasty. But she had never been to Zhongzhou, and Yuhua Dynasty was like a meteor across the long river of history, disappearing overnight, as if it had never really existed, and even the records in ancient books were vague.

However, Zixia did not give up. She traveled through countless unofficial histories and legends, and finally found a trace of the Yuhua Dynasty in a dusty ancient book. It was a once extremely glorious dynasty called "Yuhua". If it still existed in the world, perhaps no one would be able to surpass it. In its heyday, most of the territory of Zhongzhou was under its feet, and no one dared to disobey its orders.

From the word "Yuhua", we can infer how powerful this divine dynasty is. What they pursue is the true meaning of immortality, and everything is for the purpose of becoming immortal.

However, he offended the ruthless emperor, and eventually he really ascended to heaven, but he did not become a flying fairy, but turned into ashes.

"It seems that I have to take a trip to the Yuhua ruins." Zixia whispered to herself, her fingers gently stroking the bronze ring, and a faint luster suddenly flashed on the ring.

Zixia was startled, as if a mysterious force was pulling her. She frowned slightly and whispered, "Why do I feel like I'm being controlled by the ruthless emperor?" This sudden feeling made her feel a little uneasy, but she knew that no matter what, she had to go to the Yuhua Ruins.

Before setting off, Zixia stopped in front of the Sun God Furnace, holding the Lihuo Furnace tightly in her hand. In the furnace was sealed an arm that had swallowed a wisp of the immortal Taoist's consciousness. At this moment, the arm had turned into an illusory figure of an old Taoist, who looked exactly like the immortal Taoist in his lifetime, still chanting the Taoist name, with a compassionate look on his face.

Zixia gently opened the lid of the stove, and the shadow of the old Taoist immediately sensed the movement outside. It looked at Zixia and said slowly: "Taotai, accept my command, I will teach you the supreme opportunity. When I am reborn, you will be second only to one person in the world and above ten thousand people."

After hearing this, Zixia raised a sarcastic smile and said with a chuckle, "Did you lose your mind after being beaten by Wu Shi Great Emperor?"

At this moment, the immortal Taoist's faint consciousness seemed to have sensed something. It hurriedly changed its strategy and said anxiously: "Daotai, spare my life! I am willing to teach you one of the nine secrets!"

"Stupid! If I refine you, the Nine Secrets will naturally be mine!" Zixia smiled crookedly and continued: "Furnace! Refine him for me! Leave me everything he knows and the magic!"

Four days later, Zixia crossed the void and arrived in Zhongzhou.

The Yuhua Ruins are quite large in area. Strictly speaking, half of Zhongzhou was once included in their territory. At that time, there were no dynasties such as Daxia and Jiuli, and the territory was boundless.

In the center of Zhongzhou, a mysterious ancestral temple stands quietly. It is located in the heart of the central dragon vein. Since ancient times, it has absorbed the essence of heaven and earth and has endless mysteries and secrets. However, a great change 200,000 years ago caused this ancient dragon vein to be broken, the dragon energy dissipated, and the original secret place against the sky suddenly turned into a dead place.

The heart of Zhongzhou today has become barren and dark. The band-shaped black fog that lingers all year round is like endless darkness, swallowing up all the light. Zixia looked up and saw a series of broken mountains standing in front of her. They were the remains of the aftermath of the great magic power in the war that year, which made people imagine the earth-shaking battle of that year.

Zixia was flying high in the sky with the black gourd on her head. She was proficient in the source technique and could see at a glance that the ancient vein was thicker than thousands of mountains put together. This was once the longest ancestral vein in Zhongzhou. It had gone beyond the scope of the mountains and was more like a plateau. Looking down, the broken veins looked like a section of a real dragon's body, which was shocking.

Zixia remembered the records in the ancient books: "An ancient saint flew above this ancient star and looked down. The first dragon vein in Zhongzhou collapsed because of just one palm. Someone pressed it from an unknown distance of tens of thousands of miles away, leaving five fingerprints and cutting the ancestral dragon vein into several sections. All other mountains collapsed and sank for a million miles."

Half a day later, Zixia went deep into the heart of Zhongzhou, and a desolate and barren land appeared before her eyes. It was still dark and shrouded in black mist, as if she had stepped into the edge of the underworld.

"There are ancient buildings ahead!"

Zixia looked up and saw a temple standing in front of her. Time had left deep marks on its surface, but it still stood, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

"No way, the ancestral temple of the Yuhua Divine Dynasty has not been destroyed!" Zixia said to the ring in surprise, "The dragon veins have been shattered, how is it possible that this place is still intact?"

She looked through the temple and looked behind. There was a gray mist, like a thick curtain, covering everything, making it impossible to see the true appearance inside. Zixia judged based on the illusion and the surrounding environment that there should be a five-colored altar deep in the mist.

However, at this moment, the five-colored altar seemed to be sealed by a mysterious force, and the secrets were not revealed, and it was weird. There were all kinds of mazes around it, making it impossible to get close, let alone to peek into the secrets inside. Zixia tried to use her wisdom and strength to solve these mazes, but each time she returned in vain. She understood that this dilapidated little world had been completely sealed.

Suddenly, Zixia's keen spiritual sense captured a familiar breath, which made her wonder: Who could it be?

Back then, the Yuhua Divine Dynasty was the number one power in Zhongzhou. No one dared to disobey its orders. They had supreme power, but overnight, this glorious dynasty was reduced to ashes. Even more shocking was that it was said that their imperial weapons were also shattered in this disaster, becoming the only supreme imperial weapon with evidence of being shattered, breaking the myth that the ultimate weapons were indestructible.

The destruction was too swift, and the rare treasures of the Yuhua Dynasty were buried by time and dust before they could reappear in the world. It is said that all of this was sealed by a mysterious and powerful magic, as if to seal that period of history forever.

A thought flashed through Zixia's mind: Could it be that Duan De came here to do archaeology? It's possible. Many sacred objects of the Yuhua Divine Dynasty are enshrined in this ancestral temple. This is simply a tomb of the Divine Dynasty. This place is extremely tempting to him!

Soon, a familiar figure gradually appeared in Zixia's sight, and the figure became clearer and clearer until it was completely displayed in front of her.

"It's you!"

"Why are you here?"

Almost at the same time, two voices rang out in unison.

(End of this chapter)