Yu Dao Qiankun

Chapter 521 Martial arts cannot live forever
In the dark, Zhuan Yang transferred the golden pill to Peng Yu, and helped him dissolve the pill energy with the divine power of Haotian.

The multicolored dense air flowed in Peng Yu's body, and the hole in his chest was being repaired little by little.

"There is a way! Daozu Jindan really works!" Zhuan Yang was ecstatic, and put Peng Yu in a meditation position, and started to eliminate the power of destruction in his body.

It is a secret technique created by Yunyang Hou referring to the Nirvana Heaven Fire, which specifically overcomes the attributes of the universe, heaven and earth, and heaven and earth.Under the destruction of this force, the cells of Qiankun Immortal Physique were completely necrotic, leaving only the pure power of destruction.

Zhuan Yang circulated the power of Haotian, promoted the power of Dao Patriarch Jindan to nourish the cells, and decomposed the power of destruction bit by bit.At the same time, the power of the universe revived in the cells again, connecting each other together to reactivate the Pan Gu world.

……

In Hunyuan Palace, Linghuang sighed faintly.

"Everything is expected, I knew that the kid from Zhuansun's family would make such a choice."

800 years of love and hate, he knows the character of that family too well.Those whom they value to protect, they will protect at all costs.

Emotion is their greatest weakness.

It is precisely because of his love that he can force Gao Xuan to death, pave the way for his son, and stabilize the throne of the Kunwu clan.

In the end, he is still the Kun Xuan who likes to calculate people's hearts.

Linghuang watched Zhuan Yang's actions and closed his eyes silently.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Zhuan Yang felt an extra breath in the darkness.

Zhuan Yang took his pulse and said happily: "You boy, you owe me a lot this time. If you don't pay the debt, you don't want to pat your ass and leave in this life."

But after waiting for a while, Peng Yu didn't wake up.

Zhuan Yang tried to check the Yuanshen, but in the end he couldn't do anything.

When practicing martial arts to the highest level, soul and body are combined without distinction.While the immortals are out of the body and distracted, it is no problem for the Yang God to travel thousands of miles.

Although the true spirit of the primordial spirit that was wiped out by Zhuan Yun was also restored by the Daozu Jindan, it was not in the body.

"His soul has left? Now?"

Yuanshen fled, where could this go?go home directly?

Zhuan Yang frowned and checked again.Suddenly, his vision blurred, and he saw a hazy white figure wandering in the sea of ​​flowers.

There was the sound of gurgling water, and then he saw the black ring at the bottom of the water.

Where is he!

Thanking the immortals of Qiankun, Zhuan Yang carried Peng Yu on his back and walked deep into the cave.

……

"Let's do this, shall we?"

"It is true that the junior's plan is feasible. But even if you want to follow his plan, you should not kill the variable, but return the variable to its hometown."

"But I think that the plan takes too long, and there will be many accidents."

"But no matter what, you should save people, right? At least send this child away during the Great Tribulation. After all, he is a descendant of Qiankunzong."

"It started well and ended well. We pulled him over, and naturally we had to send him away to reunite with his relatives."

……

Zhuan Yang carried Peng Yu whose body temperature was gradually rising, and walked for an unknown amount of time in the depths of the dark and deep cave.

Finally, he heard the sound of surging water, and a wide underground river appeared in front of him.

In the dark underground environment, relying on the dim light projected from nowhere, one can see the sparkling river surface.

"Walk from the underground river? Could it be the legend of the Goddess Wangxiang?"

According to legend, the "boat lantern ceremony" in the world communicates with each other to look at the hometown.If you send a paper boat into any waterway, you can reach "Wangxiang", and the wish will be fulfilled by the "Goddess of Wangxiang".

As the Zhuansun clan, Zhuan Yang knew the meaning behind this legend.

Aren't the clothes of the mysterious bird and the goddess of looking forward to the hometown all referring to the great-grandmother?
Seeing the underground river, he suddenly understood why he dragged Awan to search so many rivers, but he couldn't find Gan Erjie.

Because that ring is not in the human world at all, but in the water of "Wangxiang".

"If his soul goes down the waterway to look home, then—"

Zhuan Yang temporarily placed Peng Yu in a safe place by the underground river.He chiseled a stone boat by himself and went to Wangxiang alone.

……

The magical effect of Taoist Golden Pill reshaped Peng Yu's Yuanshen and floated on the secluded water.

"This is--"

Recalling the last moment before his death, Peng Yu's face was frightened and angry: "Zhuan Yun, you deserve to die!"

For the first time, Peng Yu felt the fierce killing intent surging in his soul.

Now that the friendship has been exhausted for many years, then I can retaliate without any scruples!

No one can save him!

But after thinking about it, looking at his current situation, Peng Yu was discouraged again: "I'm already dead, right?"

He didn't know why the primordial spirit was safe, but at this moment he couldn't contact the physical body at all, and couldn't even perceive the natal world.

Right now, he looks more like a high-quality ghost.

"Is this the ghost world?"

Peng Yu drifted in the secluded water, and finally came to a jade platform.

On the stage stood a goddess in white, with her back to him, looking at the splendid aurora in the distant sky.

The gorgeous and magnificent aurora is constantly moving, bringing a ray of light to the dark world.

He wanted to ask the goddess, but was suddenly attracted by the aurora, and slowly drifted forward.

What a familiar sight!
The water-blue planet, the rooster-shaped map, and the familiar city.

Peng Yu couldn't suppress his surging heart.It is true that Zhuan Yun killed him, and his heart was filled with anger and resentment, and he was full of thoughts of revenge.

But under the obsession of returning home, everything else must be left behind.

Can you go home after you die?

He floated forward quickly.

"Another companion? Death is unhappiness, but homecoming is happiness."

Peng Yu suddenly turned his head and looked at the woman in white on the high platform.

She was glamorous and refined, her appearance was like a milo, but there was an indelible sadness on her face.

Looking at her, Peng Yu understood her identity.

"Madam said that convenience is the way home?"

"That's right, the place under my feet is 'Wangxiang'. Here I can see my hometown and the world. It is an artifact I built in the second half of my life. And in front of me, through the gap between time and space, I can return to my hometown. Many descendants finally come to Wangxiang, go home through Wangxiangtai."

"Then madam, you—"

In the middle of Peng Yu's speech, he stopped abruptly.

He saw the chains under Madam Yunyang's feet.

The dark red chain bound her tightly to the Wangxiang Terrace. She could only look at her hometown and miss her, but she couldn't take a step back.

"Curse and resentment? This is a chain built with the most refined and pure thoughts."

Peng Yu remembered that Emperor Ling once said that the greatest curse in this world is emotion.

Any curse needs emotions as a medium, and the stronger the curse, the more powerful emotions need to be mobilized.

Obviously, Mrs. Yunyang is bound here because of Zhuan Yan's obsession.

"Junior, congratulations." Mrs. Yunyang was neither sad nor happy, congratulated lightly, and continued to look at the aurora in the sky.

Peng Yu also looked at Aurora with extremely hot eyes.

He saw himself, it was a ward surrounded by greeting cards and countless paper cranes.Two of my favorite orchids are placed on the shelf by the window.

My former body was lying on the hospital bed, hooked to drips, and wearing an oxygen mask.

It has been more than two months since I fell asleep!
Watching Peng Yu rushing into the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, Mrs. Yunyang showed a hint of envy on her face.

Since creating this artifact, she has watched the descendants return to their hometown one after another.However, I can only stay here, staring closely at the phantom of my hometown, unable to advance or retreat.

Every time I think of this, endless hatred wells up in my heart.

……

For all sentient beings, "Wangxiang" is a mysterious and beautiful legend, and no one has actually been there.

Even though it came from the Zhuansun clan, Zhuan Yang had never been there.According to the records in the forbidden area of ​​the Yunyang Hou Mansion, Wangxiang is the destination of the souls outside the sky, and it is a place where a group of homeless people wander.

The stone boat followed the underground river into an unnamed channel.The faint gurgling water permeates a little nostalgia and sadness.

As the stone boat moved forward, the resistance became greater and greater.In the end, nostalgia turned into fog, preventing the living from approaching.

While rowing the boat, Zhuan Yang urged the golden flame of the sun.

The golden crow screamed and spread its wings, shattering the miasma of nostalgia. Shi Zhouqiang broke into Wangxiang and sailed to the bank of Yutai.

Seeing the woman on the jade platform, Zhuan Yang changed his expression and saluted respectfully.

The woman fixed her eyes on Zhuan Yang, looked at his eyebrows, and said sarcastically, "Why, a descendant of the Zhuan Sun family?
"Unexpectedly, after being trapped here for hundreds of years, the living person I saw in the end was still the Zhuansun family."

"Great-grandson Zhuanyang has seen great-grandmother. Dare I ask if you can see a ray of immortal soul."

"Haha...haha..." Mrs. Yunyang felt like the most ridiculous thing in the world when she heard Zhuan Yang's words.

"Are you here for the disciples of the Qiankun Sect? After chasing after Wangxiang?
"Could it be that you are his guardian?

"Another one! Does your family have a grudge against the Qiankun Sect? Did you harm one after another?"

Zhuan Yang looked at her calmly, waited for her laughter to stop, and asked again.

"He is walking forward. Ahead is the sea on the other side, where reality and illusion are intertwined, the boundary between this world and the foreign world. He has already returned home, so you don't need to look for it!"

"go home?"

Zhuan Yang looked at the pale and strange sea of ​​flowers in front of him with a delicate expression.

What he saw was completely different from Mrs. Yunyang and Peng Yu.

The aurora is gorgeous and colorful.But the sea of ​​flowers against the background is very eerie, with evil resentment and curse.

"Is the way home in front of Wangxiang Terrace?"

"nature."

This is an artifact built by Mrs. Yunyang in the second half of her life, and it can give a glimpse of the scene of her hometown.And use this as a coordinate to open the space-time channel through the power of the universe.

"If that person didn't stop me, I would have gone back a long time ago!"

go back?Where are you going?Into that monster's mouth?

The undulating shadows in the sea of ​​flowers seem to be a hundred-headed magical beast constructed by thoughts, biting the bait in its teasing claws.

Zhuan Yang frowned, if he could really go back, it would be fine.But... why does he feel that this road is impossible?

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure wandering in the sea of ​​flowers.

Without thinking, Zhuan Yang hurried to catch up!

……

Peng Yu walked into the sea of ​​flowers, watching the "hometown" in the aurora drift away.

But gradually, his consciousness began to blur.

where am I?who I am?Where is this again?
His memory is fading a little bit, but only a lingering obsession to go home and homesickness keeps floating in this sea of ​​flowers.

He vaguely sensed that something was wrong here, but there was another mysterious force affecting his soul, making him stay here and keep looking for his hometown.

"Hey - don't go! Stop first!

"Peng Yu? Peng Yu——

"I told you to stop!"

A strong hand quickly grabbed it.

Looking over in a daze, a man who couldn't see his face was standing there.

"I finally found you."

"You... who are you?"

Consciousness is chaotic, and the identity of this person cannot be identified clearly.But there was a voice urging from the bottom of my heart that I shouldn't stop.

Seeing Peng Yu struggling continuously, Zhuan Yang's face became even more gloomy.

He stared at the weird tentacles above Peng Yu's head.

The tentacles shaped like flowers on the other side penetrated into Peng Yu's head, sucking something from his soul, and there was a strange pollen that confuses the soul of the primordial spirit.

At this moment, Zhuan Yang finally saw the monster in the sea of ​​flowers clearly.

It was a huge Bana Flower Demon.Tuddles of milky white roots are tightly entangled, like wriggling maggots.

Around the rhizome disk, a strip of tentacles ending in the shape of flowers on the other side stretched continuously, absorbing and binding souls one after another.

Those souls were weak and powerless, drifting like Peng Yu, looking for a hometown that didn't exist at all, and providing strength for the monsters.

Zhuan Yang rushed all the way, and the monster also tried to capture him.

But after all, he is a living person and a local, so he is not tempted by monsters.

Realizing that Zhuan Yang was holding his prey, the monster became angry.

The white Bana flowers growing all around rise rapidly, and the blooming petals shoot out like sharp thorns.

Zhuan Yang hurriedly protected Peng Yu and blocked the monster's attack with the power of Haotian.

The tentacles in the air are also constantly extending, waving one after another of souls to slap the barrier of qi.

In the end, it fell into a disadvantage, and the flowers of the other side emerged in endlessly in the sea of ​​flowers.Zhuan Yang was too tired to deal with it, and it was difficult to take Peng Yu away.

"Catch the thief first and capture the king. Why don't I take advantage of its attack and burn the roots?"

Zhuan Yang's heart froze, he deliberately restrained his energy, intending to let the tentacles pass through to attack him.

puff-

The petal needle pierced his skin, and when the blood dripped, the tentacles quickly moved away.

The breath of pure yang permeated the sea of ​​flowers, and the pale Bana flowers were dyed blood red.

"Is it afraid of my blood?"

With a twitch in his heart, Zhuan Yang deliberately cut his palm, threw a stream of blood and shot it at the monster.

The rhizome was soaked in the blood of the gods, emitting a trace of smoke.

Zhuan Yang went over quickly, and swung his sword to kill the monster.

But soon, another group of rhizomes protruded from the depths of the sea of ​​flowers in the distance, and once again took the shape of a monster, trying to entangle Peng Yu in vain.

"Could it be that this sea of ​​flowers is alive?"

Pulling Peng Yu's Yuanshen, warm blood flowed down his wrist to Yuanshen's side.

The power of the domineering Shenyang Haotian never hurt the primordial spirit, but made the slack primordial spirit solidify a bit.

"Forget it, it's important to save people!"

Zhuan Yang cut his wrist again, opened the way with blood, and forced Bi'anhua to back down continuously, and finally returned to Wangxiangtai.

"how is this possible!"

Mrs. Yunyang saw the two walking out of Yin Hong's flower path, and angrily said: "Why are you so selfish, forcibly cutting off his way home for your selfish desires!"

She thought that this evil person would come back without success after entering, but she didn't expect that he actually brought people out?

This... This is simply another Zhuanyan!
Seeing the blood-stained sea of ​​flowers, she smiled again: "Okay, very good. You use your own blood to clear the way? I want to see how long you can live if you lose so much blood!"

Zhuan Yang sneered: "I don't know what happened between you and your ancestors, but do you think you can go home this way? Then you can take a good look for yourself!"

Zhuan Yang used his Celestial Eye to transfer the scene he saw to her heart.

Mrs. Yunyang was shocked when she saw the monsters devouring souls one after another, gradually allowing the monsters to give birth to spirituality, and struggling and painful faces appeared on the surface!

"This—how is this possible? You can go home at the end of this road!"

She thought it was Zhuan Yang's illusion, but she could recognize those spirits and faces.On the contrary, Zhuan Yang had never seen those aliens.

"Madam—" Zhuan Yang raised his voice, "I don't know about the grievances between your ancestors and you, but I just went to see it. At the end of this sea of ​​flowers, there is no so-called way home.

"At the same time, I don't think that teleportation across the universe can be achieved with a mere home-watching station."

"What do you know, you bastard! This home-looking tower is clearly my hope to return to my hometown! Liar, you are just like your ancestors, you all—"

"Ma'am, don't forget that I also have your blood on my body."

Mrs. Yunyang's cursing stopped abruptly.

Zhuan Yang ignored it and led Peng Yu to Shizhou.

Just after the two got on the boat, he heard the sound of flying from behind.

Before he could take a closer look, he heard a crisp sound.

Ding--

The black ring rolled down to Zhuan Yang's feet.

"Get out—don't come here again!
"In this life, I don't want to have anything to do with you, the Zhuansun family!"

"That's up to you, as long as we still have your blood, you are the ancestor of the Marquis of Yunyang lineage. Every year and festival, your sacrifices are indispensable.

"You hate your great-grandfather, of course. But don't forget, you left children in this world. You are not just a 'Zhuanyan' to us. Grandpa and aunt did not let you down!"

Ignoring the crazy Mrs. Yunyang, Zhuan Yang pulled Peng Yu's primordial spirit and returned in a stone boat again.

It's just that on the way back, there were faint sobs in the gurgling water.

(End of this chapter)