The grass seems to be connected to the entire hall, and unimaginable great power gathered in it, like the hand of a giant, pulling Chang Xi's mind into a bizarre world.

Chang Xi's body was still sitting on the grass, but Yuehong flew out of the scabbard with a blink of an eye and coiled behind Chang Xi. Tian Huang also jumped from his waist and spread it open to form a blue light curtain to protect Chang Xi.

Tianhuang felt that Chang Xi's mind seemed to have gone to a very far place, and couldn't help but look anxiously at Yuehong, who was floating behind Chang Xi as if she was on guard. The light on Yuehong's sword flashed and disappeared, as if she was blinking her eyes, soothing Tianhuang's emotions.

This place is like a long river, and every drop of water is filled with feelings of unwilling to give up.

The heavy sense of oppression made Chang Xi's mind dim and his eyes blurred. How could the mind of a mere Foundation Establishment Cultivator could withstand such great power?

But suddenly, a wave of dragon roars sounded from a distance behind him, and it was the first to arrive. In the blink of an eye, the shadow of the golden dragon gathered behind Chang Xi, which was more vivid than before. The golden dragon's eyes looked at Chang Xi, and it still looked indifferent to the world, but it made Chang Xi feel warm in his heart, and he felt much more relaxed, so that he could see the surrounding scenery clearly.

"Is this the memory of this hall?"

Chang Xi walked through it, and fragmentary pictures were reflected in the water droplets before her eyes. Chang Xi tried her best to see clearly, but was shocked from the bottom of her heart. She realized that this long river-like world was actually the memory of this hall's reluctance to leave the past.

The hall uses grass as the array eye and condenses into a array with decades of lonely time.

In the fragmentary pictures, the incense in the hall was rich for decades ago, which gave it a ray of spirituality. It was accompanied by Taoist prayer flags day and night, allowing its spiritual wisdom to gradually open up. Then the Mangshan Mausoleum was dragged into the void, and countless disciples disappeared from their life and death. As well as the closed meditation hall, they had to close themselves in the sky without any sun.

Chang Xi even saw many disciples who turned into humans and ghosts under the infection of virtual air, just like the corpse soldiers they said in the mouths of old people in the market.

A long sigh sounded, as if it was close to the ears and as if it was far away in the sky. In this long river where the dusk air was getting deeper, Chang Xi could vaguely tell its meaning.

It has been a long time since it lost its incense. It missed the grand occasion of the past three days of chanting the Taoist scriptures in the halls. It did not want to see the Mangshan Mausoleum become what it is today. But it is just a hall of creatures that have been around for a long time. It cannot walk or move. It just wants to find someone who can inherit its last wishes.

Chang Xi clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white. At that night, scenes of the demons slaughtering the elderly and children of a village and their parents surged into his heart, and his nails were deeply embedded in his palms.

"I, Chang Xi, swear with my life, and I will make the demons pay their blood debts for blood!" Chang Xi's voice was decisive, without any hesitation.

Suddenly, the oppression around him dissipated, and all the memories in the long river were drawn into the milky white light in front of Chang Xi. The milky white light turned into a palm and looked like an immortal stroking his head, with joy and relief in it.

The vast power was infused from the top of the sky spirit into Chang Xi's limbs and bones. The golden dragon shadow opened his mouth without hesitation and swallowed it in one strand. The sword spirit root also cheered and sucked a large amount of spiritual power, and did not forget to let Yuehong and Tianhuang outside hang back to Chang Xi's waist to share this big cake.

Chang Xi felt that the state of the middle stage of the Foundation Building Realm had reached its peak for a while, and only heard a sound of breaking, and the cultivation level directly broke through to the late stage of the Foundation Building Realm. The nearly full spiritual liquid accumulated in the dantian was concentrated again, and it only concentrated into a few drops. But just one drop was enough to match most of the previous spiritual power.

The moment when his cultivation reached the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, in the Niwan Palace between Chang Xi's eyebrows, a mysterious and mysterious thing quietly emerged, like a newborn, full of curiosity and infinite vitality.

Chang Xi was overjoyed. He was not unfamiliar with the mysterious wisp of the birth of Niwan Palace. It was the spiritual consciousness that only monks in the Jindan realm could use.

A very weak strand will only be born when a monk practices to the late stage of the Foundation Building Realm or the perfect state, but this newborn strand of divine consciousness cannot be used to control swords or fight against enemies in front of the battle. After all, this strand of divine consciousness has just been born and has not been nourished and is very fragile, so you need to concentrate on warming until you can use it as you wish after the Golden Elixir Realm.

It’s a pity that the difficulty of nourishing spiritual consciousness has nothing to do with the strength of spiritual power. Otherwise, taking advantage of the great opportunity to instill a massive amount of spiritual power into the Niwan Palace, wouldn’t it be possible to directly create an invincible existence in the foundation-building realm?

The infusion of spiritual power is still continuing, but Chang Xi is unwilling to use this massive amount of spiritual power to impact the bottleneck of the foundation building realm and even the Golden Elixir realm. It is understandable to upgrade a small realm in this mountain tomb to protect yourself, but continuous breakthroughs in the realm are tantamount to encourage growth, which will inevitably affect future practice, which is really unwise.

Chang Xi stroked his palms and divided the inculcated spiritual power into six strands.

A strand of golden dragon shadow, a strand of sword spirit root, a strand of moon rainbow, a strand of heaven, and a strand of spiritual power used to condense it into spiritual liquid and accumulate it in the dantian in case of emergency needs.

The last strand of the rest was something Chang Xi could not control at all.

That strand of spiritual power was not much worse than the other five strands of spiritual power. Since entering the Tianling Plate, it disappeared out of thin air under the nose.

Chang Xi was puzzled to understand that such a huge amount of spiritual power flowed into his body, even if he didn't know where to go, he should strengthen himself. But unfortunately, the fact in front of him once again woke him up like a stick, causing him to go crazy.

This spiritual power disappeared like this.

In the center of the hall that had been silent for decades, in the blue light curtain, a figure sitting upright on the grass casket was like an old monk entering a state of meditation. The whale sucked a long rainbow between his nose, slowly exhaling two white air wandering dragons, and each breath was quietly transforming.

...

In a secluded valley in the Mangshan Mausoleum, there was a blood-red color like a wave covering the top. When the surging blood faded, the corroded spiritual light shield revealed the corroded potholes under the waves, and it broke away in a short while. Several pretty women seemed to be facing a great enemy.

It was An Li and his party from An's home in Cangxi.

An Li held the long sword in her hand tightly, not daring to show her declining appearance. She was afraid that she would show her lack of support and that the next moment she and her junior sisters would be corpsed here.

When they first met three disciples of Ziwei Sect opposite each other, they felt that there was an indescribable strangeness. Unexpectedly, when the three of them had disagreements, they had to hand over the storage bags and seals on their bodies by themselves.

An Li and the others were naturally furious. Not mentioning the storage bag, just losing the protection of the seal in this mountain tomb is no different from committing suicide. Naturally, they would not give the disciples of Ziwei Sect any good face.

But who knew that the three disciples of Ziwei Sect just smiled and took action to kill An Li and the others when they were disagreeing.

Of course, An Li and the others would not be able to stand dead. They were only scared to find that the three Ziwei Sect disciples had dense chests, all of which were covered with tomb seals! After counting carefully, there were as many as five or six pieces, and there were more than a dozen pieces in total!

An Li and the other four were cold in their hearts. More than a dozen seals meant more than a dozen lives. Four or five sect teams were brutally slaughtered by disciples of Ziwei Sect. Let’s look at the magic tricks used by the disciples of Ziwei Sect are not the right way, and their moves are cruel and vicious. If the four of them were not determined to defend themselves, they would probably have melted away all their flesh and blood by the blood-colored waves in one encounter.

"We would have handed over the seal with the tombs quickly, so we would have let you suffer less torture when you set out on the road. If you want to blame, you will blame yourself for not being able to see the situation clearly, and you will be blamed for your own fault." Among the three disciples of Ziwei Sect, who could be the scholar who was not Tongyuan?

The last man of the three men pulled the purple robe like a tight-fitting robe, and said in a muffled voice: "It's just a few thin little nymphs. Tongyuan, you are so unsightly. Is it your good thing? You have to tell me which one it is in advance, so I can leave half of that nymph's lower body for you to make do with."

Tongyuan said nothing, only his mouth was covered with white teeth, full of hideousness.

The spiritual light shield could block the blood tide, but it could not resist the dirty words. An Xia, who had no experience in human affairs, had never seen such a scene, and was immediately scared to death. She was suddenly stunned. When she heard Senior Sister An Li’s voice transmission in her ears, she quickly stuffed her token into An Li’s hand.
Chapter completed!