Cultivation Begins with Cultivating Spiritual Roots

Everyone rushed into the palace, startled immediately.

The outside of the palace is full of golden bricks, but the inside is quaint and dark. There is a big difference, like a hunter who is especially good at disguising himself.

Everyone stood at the door, looking back and forth at the entire palace.

The inside of the palace is very wide, and the most conspicuous ones are ten 20-meter-high, three-person-thick load-bearing columns.

The column is reddish brown, as if soaked in blood, engraved with the wind and frost of the years.

All kinds of ancient patterns are engraved on it, all of which are huge monsters and ghosts. The years have not washed them away ferociously.

"These are statues of hundreds of clans. Why are these statues staring at me?" A Jindan cultivator shivered inexplicably and changed his position several times. on himself.

"I also feel this way." Patriarch Dongri said in a deep voice.

Everyone also had it, and their vigilance rose suddenly.

"These statues of hundreds of clans, judging from their charm, are all extraordinary. Maybe this place was really the headquarters of hundreds of clans back then."

Ancestor Dongri looked serious and whispered, "We'll wait at the door, and when the yellow wind passes, we'll leave this palace right away. Here, I always feel that something is peeping from the dark."

Hearing this, everyone's backs tensed, and they all became vigilant. They opened their Dharma Eyes one after another, and scanned the entire palace back and forth.

"What's going on? Look, the statue on the far side...seems to have jumped out? It's gone?" a Jindan monk said suddenly, staring at the leftmost column.

When everyone heard the words and looked around, their complexions changed drastically, and they found that the name of the Hundred Clans carved on the load-bearing pillar had "fallen off" and disappeared.

"Why is the statue gone? Where did it go?"

"I didn't check carefully just now how many statues there are. Are you sure there are statues on them just now?"

"I'm sure there is, but it's gone now." The man wondered.

"Could it be... the shape of the groove? Did you see it before?" Everyone hesitated, and even they didn't believe what they said.

"Do not,

I'm really sure there is! "The man affirmed.

"Don't be suspicious, we will go out after the yellow wind passes." Patriarch Dongri said in a deep voice.

Time passed slowly, and the yellow wind blew for half an hour.

"Let's go." Just when everyone turned around and took two steps, a gust of wind suddenly blew from behind. This wind was very unusual, because everyone was an expert, and they felt a chill down their backs.

"Why is the wind blowing?" Out of curiosity, everyone looked back and found a low humming sound coming from the depths of the palace, bursts of cold breath swayed from it, and the dust on the ground danced with the wind like a human being. Ghostly.

"It's weird, let's get out of here quickly." Ancestor Dongri sensed that something was wrong, and everyone felt the strangeness, but when they turned their heads, there was an ah sound, and everyone staggered back.

A five-meter-tall Baizu Wuzhi stood at the door, blocking everyone's way. His eyes were extremely cold, without a trace of warmth.

"The statue, it's the fallen statue of the Hundred Clans." The man before shouted.

"It has horns on its head, four wings on its back, and a thorn in its leg. It...it is the Hundred Clan that fell out of the stone trough!" Everyone looked at the stone pillar, then at the monster at the door, and kept comparing each other. , was shocked to find that its figure could be perfectly embedded in the stone groove.

The statue was alive and still smiling eeriely. Such an evil thing made everyone's scalps tingle.

"Quick, kill out."

The golden halberd in the hands of Patriarch Dongri was invincible, and he slashed with a destructive force, breaking through the darkness, and directly slashed at the body of the Baizu.

Yang Buyi and the others also shot out one after another, each with a powerful blow, all kinds of skills bloomed, and they smashed the head and face of the statue of the Hundred Clans.

All of a sudden, the brilliance overflowed, and the statues of the Hundred Clans were wrapped in a rain of light.

When the energy ripples dissipated, everyone was horrified to find that the statue of the Hundred Clans was fine. It grinned, as if mocking.

Then one hand stretched out, soundless, simple and unadorned, like the scythe of death, extremely terrifying, tearing the sky, and directly bombarded everyone.

boom!

puff!

The dull impact and the miserable sound of vomiting blood all announced everything. Everyone was defeated, and they lost badly, without the slightest ability to fight back.

"It has a combat power that surpasses that of the God of Transformation. Retreat quickly." The face of the human-shaped evil spirit changed drastically, and he hurriedly shouted.

Yang Buyi and the others turned pale when they heard the words, and fled to the rear without saying a word.

"Here it comes." The stone sculpture of the Hundred Clans stepped forward slowly, and the face of the stone sculpture showed an anthropomorphic joke, as if playing tricks on everyone.

"It's persecuting us, it wants to drive us into the depths of the hall." The evil humanoid looked ugly, and could see its intention.

"Let's go." Patriarch Dongri turned his head, waved his big hand, and led everyone into the hall. Rather than die tragically outside, it would be better to find a chance of life inside.

The more you went in, the colder it was, as biting as an ice cellar, and at the same time it became darker, as if you had broken into the giant mouth of a monster, it was extremely scary.

"I don't know if it has come after it?" Everyone asked anxiously.

"I don't know, it's better to be careful." Patriarch Dongri said solemnly.

At the next moment, Patriarch Dongri suddenly felt a great crisis, a cold breath hit his throat soundlessly, and suddenly a scorching hot breath flowed down his neck.

Patriarch Dongri was shocked, and he quickly backed away while covering his bleeding throat.

Everyone noticed his abnormality and turned their heads to look, only to see that the stone sculpture had appeared at the place where Patriarch Dongri was standing before, and the stone knife in his hand was still dripping blood.

"It's coming, let's go back."

Everyone was shocked, even Patriarch Dongri was injured silently, so they were even more dangerous. At this time, they didn't care what was in the depths of the hall, so they buried their heads and rushed inside.

I don't know how long it has passed, and the crowd kept going deep, and the chasing stone sculpture appeared from time to time, and no one dared to stop.

Gradually, the environment in front of everyone changed drastically. The refreshing fragrance of flowers rushed to their faces. A small bridge with flowing water filled with aura, and a fairyland full of exotic flowers and grasses appeared before everyone's eyes.

Before that, everyone was still experiencing death and darkness, but in the blink of an eye, they ushered in light and vitality, and everyone was amazed.

In this gloomy palace, there is such a fairy land with a little glow, which makes people feel incredible, like a dream.

"How can there be a pure land here?" Everyone was surprised, and their vigilance became stronger.

"This place is full of powerful vitality!"

The human-shaped evil spirit laughed loudly, and the surrounding energy was constantly floating towards him, and his evil body was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There was a surge of evil spirit, and he slowly changed. In a blink of an eye, his flesh and blood were regenerated, his muscles were full, and a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance appeared in front of everyone.

How can we see the skinny decadence before? With a smile on his face, he is completely middle-aged.

"Senior, have you been reborn?" Everyone was a little surprised.

"Yes, I have been reborn with flesh and blood. This place is full of powerful vitality. It not only removes the law of death in my evil body, but also helps me to be reborn with flesh and blood, haha." The evil spirit in human form laughed.

"My injury is also healed!" Ancestor Dongri rubbed his throat in surprise.

"What kind of place is this? Death is full of life, it's incredible!"

"Look, there is a bloody light emerging inside!"

"Blood glow?" Everyone cast their gazes forward, passed through a fairyland, and saw the looming blood glow behind them.

"Why is there a flash of blood inside? Will there be a big murderer?"

"Oops, the statue of Hundred Clans is catching up again!"

"There is no way to escape here, only to go inside." Everyone had no choice but to run to the depths where the blood was shining.

As soon as they entered, everyone saw countless broken magic soldiers, and the blood stains on them showed the brutality of the war that year.

But the strange thing is that there is no corpse, not even a single skeleton.

Everyone was extremely vigilant, and after scanning around, they were shocked to find that there was a bone table in the middle of the main hall, and the soaring blood glow was coming out of the bone table.

"All the bones are gone, could it be that they were all made into this bone table?" Patriarch Dongri's pupils shrank, and he felt a strong oppression from the bone table, "These... ..the bones are extremely powerful in front of them?"

"Look, there's something on the bone table."

A Golden Core cultivator shouted.

Everyone moved, and slowly came to the bone table, and found a piece of human skin on it, with bloody handwriting on it, which read "Fate Prophecy".

"This time when forty-nine of you come in, all of you will die!"

"Dead?" Everyone looked at each other with tense expressions.

Mysterious prophecy, death sentence.

Everyone felt a great evil.

The human-shaped evil spirit is the peak of the Nascent Soul, and at this time, he is ready to destroy the human-skin prophecy.

With the strongest blow, the mysterious mystery turned into a heavenly knife and slashed on the human skin.

hum!

The mysterious rule rushed up from the human skin, actually blocking his Heavenly Knife, and all the power dissipated out of thin air without causing any fluctuations.

"What?" The expression of the human-shaped evil spirit changed, and he did not believe in evil, and slashed three times in succession.

The sword of the profound truth does not have gorgeous light or great momentum, but it is the power of the great way.

At this time, the three swords were slashing on the human skin, but they were almost perfectly blocked by the mysterious paths intertwined on it, causing only a wave of waves, just like the slightest ripples in a calm sea.

"This..." With three stabs down, the evil humanoid spirit felt a strong uneasiness in his heart.

"You guys are finally here, but I've been waiting for a long time." An inexplicable voice rose suddenly, and the faint tone was like a sledgehammer hitting their hearts. Everyone couldn't bear this almost death-like oppression, and the corners of their mouths were bleeding, and they backed up again and again. .

Even the evil spirit in human form and Patriarch Dongri couldn't bear this powerful oppression. Their faces were as pale as snow. They wanted to hold on, but they didn't want to sustain internal injuries.

Everyone was shocked, a single voice had already seriously injured everyone, how powerful is the owner of the voice?

"Ah!" The next moment, everyone screamed, and an invisible big hand pinched everyone's necks and lifted everyone up.

The space fluctuated for a while, and the owner of the big hand appeared.

He is an old man, wearing a gray robe, but his appearance is no different from that of a human being, except that his skin is gray-brown, and he exudes a cold and evil aura.

His appearance caused the surrounding time and space to be annihilated continuously, becoming extremely powerful.

The statue of the Hundred Clans outside had arrived in the hall at some point, and was kneeling on the ground at this moment, trembling, as if terrified.

The gray-robed man pinched everyone's necks, looked at them with a pair of gray eyes lightly, and said with a smile: "What do you forty-nine people want to die?"

"Damn it...let it go...let me go!"

A Golden Core cultivator struggled to breathe, struggling and yelling, the breath from the big hand holding him made him despair, only the way of cursing could make him feel a little courage in his heart.

"It's been too long. It's been too long. In the endless years, you are the first person who dares to scold me. It's interesting." The gray-robed man smiled faintly, with no trace of sadness or joy in his expression.

"Forty-nine people, I won after all, then I will give you the first death, this is your supreme honor!"

"Yin King, has your eyesight become difficult after millions of years?" Just when the gray-robed man was about to crush the Golden Core cultivator to death, a soft snort suddenly sounded, as if from Tianyu. .

Everyone glanced back and forth, and suddenly found that there was an old man in black robe in front of them. They didn't know when they got rid of King Yin's capture, and they were standing safely behind the black robe man.

"This figure from the back is somewhat familiar, you...are you old Xu Jieyang?" Everyone recognized the figure from the back and shouted tentatively.

"Sect Master, you're not dead!" The evil humanoid spirit trembled when it saw the back of this statue, and its lips trembled.

The man in black turned around and revealed his appearance. It was Xu Jieyang, the suzerain of Yongquan Immortal Sect that everyone had seen before.

At this moment, he looked at the evil spirit in human form with a complicated expression: "You...I don't know whether to call you Xiao Yu or Xiao Yi!"

"Sovereign, I have a part of their memories. You can call me Yuyi." The evil humanoid said excitedly.

"Okay!" Xu Yanyang nodded with a smile, then glanced at Yang Buyi and the others, a rare surprise flashed in his eyes, and then turned to look at the gray-robed man.

"Yang Wang, what do you mean by what you said before?" A strange color flashed in the eyes of the gray-robed man.

"What do you mean? King Yin, you have been fighting me for millions of years, are you stupid? There are fifty people standing behind me, why do you say there are only forty-nine people? Your death sentence is wrong, after all I still won, it seems that my human race will eventually be on the winning side." Xu Jieyang looked good and smiled.

"It's obviously forty-nine...Huh? How could there be fifty people? How is it possible? I can't make a mistake. How could there be one more person?" The gray-robed man looked at Yang Buyi and the others, and suddenly Startled, then revealed a nervous and crazy look, and his body trembled slightly, "Impossible, this is impossible!"

"Hahahaha, you believe too much in the result you calculated, and you actually believe that there are forty-nine people. Maybe it's not your calculation that is wrong, but my human race's luck is immortal!" Xu Jieyang suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Who is the extra person? Who jumped out of destiny?" The gray-robed man glanced at Yang Buyi and the others with gloomy eyes, and his expression became extremely cold, revealing an extremely unbelievable look.

"Yin King, you lost!" Xu Jieyang suddenly shouted.

The gray-robed man's face was ugly for a while, his expression twisted, and he suddenly laughed abnormally, and shouted: "Hahahaha, no matter who these fifty ants have jumped out of their destiny, since they came here, they must die. The result is still the same, death!"

The gray-robed man was full of murderous aura, and his tone was extremely cold. He raised his hand and was about to kill everyone, but was stopped by Xu Yanyang.

"Slow! We have been enemies for so long, can you show me some face today and let me have a few words with them?" Xu Jieyang looked at the gray-robed man and said calmly.

The gray-robed man's eyes flickered slightly, he closed his hands and nodded, "Okay!"

"Children, I have fought against the Yin King for thousands of years, and I have already died. What you see now is actually the phantom manifested by our Taoism."

"When the King of Perineum will use his last strength to make a move, I will also fight to the death. The end will be that both of them will perish. Now I have a few words to say to you."

Xu Jieyang smiled slightly, "This is the place of death, but it is actually the inner world evolved from Yin Wang's dantian."

"Yin King practiced the way of death, so this place is like hell."

"What I practice is the way of life, and the way of life pervades, so some of the evil spirits in it will have spiritual wisdom, and some of the bones will be resurrected."

"When the perineum king takes action, the way of death will follow, and you will all die. But there is also the possibility of resurrection, because this world also has my way of life."

"Death and life are intertwined. You may be resurrected as evil spirits, you may be resurrected as skeletons, or you may never be resurrected. It all depends on your luck."

Xu Jieyang sighed lightly.

"I just resurrected in the form of an evil spirit, but I'm going to die again?" Yu Yi's face was full of bitterness.

"Death?" Everyone was shocked when they heard the words. Even though they heard that there was still a chance of resurrection, their expressions were extremely dignified and ugly. Even the old Xu Jieyang said that the chance was extremely slim, so how slim should it be?

"Children, believe in yourself, be firm in your beliefs, I hope you can all be reborn from Nirvana!" Xu Jieyang said slowly.

"If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't have coveted the magic soldiers to break in." Someone had a sad face, with deep regret.

"This is destiny!" Xu Jieyang shook his head.

"Damn the Hundred Clans!" Patriarch Dongri cursed with an ugly face, and suddenly asked, "By the way, Ancestor, why did the Hundred Clans start a war with our Human Race?"

"Why did the hundred races start a war with our human race?" Xu Jieyang sneered, "Because they are afraid."

"Nonsense!" Yin Wang shouted coldly.

Xu Jieyang glanced at him and continued with a smile: "Hundred races have the advantages of hundreds of races. Their life span is hundreds of thousands or even millions of times longer than that of human races, just like the life span of a tree is different from that of ordinary mortals." difference."

"However, the Hundred Clans also have the disadvantages of the Hundred Clans. Their cultivation speed is extremely slow, and their cultivation is almost accumulated over time. It is very difficult for a king-level master to emerge."

"Although our human race does not have an advantage in longevity, our cultivation speed is extremely fast, and those with outstanding talents can reach the king level in almost tens of thousands of years."

"Under such circumstances, a kind of delusional persecution has developed within the Hundred Clans, thinking that the Human Race is too threatening, and they will enslave them if they are strong."

"Hundred races are afraid, so they united against our human race, wanting to break up our generations, so that it is difficult to produce king-level masters."

"The hatred between the Hundred Clans and the Human Race has a long history, and they have been stalemate with each other for countless epochs. Because of the large number of the Hundred Clans, they still have a certain advantage."

"Just tens of millions of years ago, the Hundred Clans launched a big cleansing against our human race, and both sides suffered damage."

Xu Jieyang said slowly.

"Hmph! Your human kings are crushed and beaten by the kings of our hundred clans. There will only be more kings who fall than our hundred clans. One day, we will exhaust all the kings of your human race." Yin Wang sneered.

"Who can say clearly about the future?" Xu Jieyang shook his head and smiled, "Okay, we have been fighting for millions of years, and there should be a result. For so many years, no helper has come to you. The king is not having a good time either!"

Hearing this, King Yin frowned quietly, and then sneered coldly: "If I fall, the ancestor still has a chance to revive me, but what about you!"

"You said it yourself, it's just a chance!" Xu Jieyang looked at Yang Buyi and the others with a smile, "Me! Maybe we can still count on the upcoming king of life of our human race!"

"The King of Fate? Everyone must die!" The Yin King's face twisted, and he pointed out, "Mie Mie!"

A gray light of death spread out.

Xu Jieyang also pointed out, and a green light rushed out.

The two ultimate Dao forces collided suddenly, and everything returned to ruins!

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