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Chapter 1564: Land of Opportunity

Although I knew it wouldn't be long before it opened, I didn't expect it to be so sudden.

As the ink-colored scroll was completely opened, a clear air suddenly poured out from it, instantly washing away the fire particles that had been accumulating continuously in the Flaming Mountain for thousands of years. The extremely hot magma was extinguished and quickly cooled down, turning into black soil.

Not only that, a large amount of fresh air rushed into the sky and intersected with the thick clouds in the sky that were so heavy that not even a trace of light could leak through.

Suddenly, thunder roared and rain poured down.

This rain is extraordinary.

It carries a strong sense of spring. The moment it hits the ground, exotic flowers sway and grass grows wildly.

In an instant, the area of ​​hundreds of miles around turned into a sea of ​​flowers and green grass.

The heavy rain continued to fall, tearing apart the thick clouds. The sun, along with the falling rain, suddenly lit up the center of the Flaming Mountain.

Under the shining morning light, the rain and dew suddenly filled the sky with rainbows, and the colorful light turned into a rosy cloud, covering the earth.

A thin mist, and clear light.

This dark and dreary scorched earth, which was like hell, turned out to be like a new wonderland, so beautiful that it was dazzling and breathtaking.

Faced with this scene, whether they were local cultivators in Lizhou or people coming from other states, all of them had a look of shock on their faces, stunned by the scenery before them.

It's not that they haven't seen the wonders before. Some people even live in the Cloud and Mist Fairy Palace and have long been accustomed to the beautiful scenery. But the change in this instant was too shocking. Just a wisp of air blowing out from that special cave caused such a change.

  The outside is so amazing, what will it be like inside?

For a moment, even the immortals could not help but feel shocked. This cave was far more mysterious than they had imagined. The wonders seen on the ink scroll were probably only a part of it. More things had not yet been revealed.

Breathing became heavy.

Countless Jindan monks had sparkling eyes and excited expressions.

As cultivators, they understand too well what a place of good fortune means. Countless people have always envied cultivators, who can fly into the sky and hide in the ground, and can climb mountains and overturn seas. However, only cultivators know that the so-called cultivation is to enter the boundless sea of ​​suffering from which there is no turning back. If you don't reach the other side, you can only float alone on the vast ocean, watching the ships under your feet decay and collapse.

Why do some people lose all hope in cultivation and choose to turn to the devil's way?

Because I can't stand the empty "heart of Tao" and the bleak "future".

This is like rowing against the current, and there is an invisible hand holding your throat tightly. You can't retreat, and there is no way to retreat.

Therefore, once you find a place that can allow you to break through, or a treasure that can allow you to break through, you will move forward even if there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood ahead.

It’s not that they don’t know how dangerous the road ahead is, but outsiders don’t understand how difficult their lives will be if they don’t go forward.

In an instant, streams of light leaped up, and hundreds of Jindan cultivators, in the early stages, and even Yin Shen, without any shouting or orders, spontaneously rushed towards the ink-colored scroll, wanting to enter it and get a chance.

At this moment, the only ones still standing were a few top sects in Lizhou and those sects from other states who had sent their elite troops here.

It’s not that they are not excited or eager, but their path is broader and wider, and the sense of urgency in their hearts is not that strong.

The fastest one is undoubtedly Yang Shen.

A Yangshen cultivator rushed to the scroll almost immediately and wanted to get in.

The next second, a scary scene appeared.

As soon as the Yang God entered the ink-colored scroll, he let out a shrill howl and began to burn. It was not his body but his soul. His Yang God, which was as bright as the sun, was directly ignited, and his skin and flesh were burned in the blink of an eye. The textures formed by the scriptures were all ignited, and in just a moment, the huge Yuan Shen was directly burned to ashes.

With his soul destroyed, the fate of his physical body was predictable. He plunged headfirst, passed through the scroll, and fell straight down in the sea of ​​flowers below.

he died!

"master!"

"father!"

"uncle!!!"

Immediately, cries of grief were heard. It was the descendants of the dead Yang God. Faced with this sudden change, their expressions changed drastically and they were filled with panic.

hiss.!

The monks who were rushing towards the scroll sucked in a breath of cold air, attracted by the great opportunity. At this moment, it was as if a basin of cold water was poured over their heads. Immediately, their forward steps seemed to take root and stay in place.

  This...how could this happen?

Just when everyone was shocked, there was an unlucky guy who rushed too fast and too anxiously. Even if he wanted to brake, it was too late and he plunged into the ink-colored scroll.

An even more bizarre situation occurred. Most of these people were in the early stage of Golden Core, and there were also several who had the cultivation level of Yin God.

However, what happened to Yang Shen did not happen to them. As they came into contact with the scroll, their figures disappeared directly, and people appeared in the painting and walked in.

this? ?

"Yang Shen can't enter?" Faced with this result, someone quickly realized it.

Then, the early Jindan stage who had stopped, and the Yinshen speed burst out again, and rushed in without any hesitation.

After a while, nearly six hundred Jindan, and even foundation-building cultivators, disappeared directly in the ink-colored scroll, leaving only a few Jindan, standing still.

They are all Yang Gods! Faced with this result, those Yang Gods looked sad and angry, with resentment on their faces.

  Why? Why not let them in?

Many Yang Gods stared intently at the cultivators who were able to rush in. At this moment, hatred and viciousness appeared in their eyes.

  ******

“The rhythm is completely disrupted!”

The immortal from the Brahma Sect took a deep breath. There was nothing else he could do. The opening of the cave was too sudden, and the node was stuck just when the genius from other states came over.

Because they were wary of the other side, the sects in Lizhou had no time to adjust and control.

Although the top sects have immortals, suppressing the golden elixir is not a problem.

But there are also many immortals from other states. Once we take action, if they do something, it will only cause more chaos.

"Go in first and then talk!"

The immortal from the Brahma Sect glanced at the immortal from the Ran Dao Sect beside him and made a quick decision.

Now that it has become like this, at the moment, everyone can only rely on their own abilities. First, go in and sweep, collect all the treasures that are easy to take, and when only the hard bones are left, then we can deal with other things.

The top sects are very familiar with this kind of spiritual world. They have their own, large or small, and are very clear about the situation inside.

The more precious something is, the more difficult it is to obtain.

For example, the treasures that appear in the paintings seem to be right there and you can get them as long as you go there. But when you really go in, you will find that none of them is easy to get.

Be it any powerful medicine or any exercise.

These strange things were born from the spiritual world, and their spirituality was extremely amazing. They might be great medicines, and getting one was an amazing fortune, but who would eat whom? That was not certain.

The spiritual world is the result of the immortal spirit of a powerful being after his death. Usually, the life span of such a powerful being is extremely long, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is as long as the sky.

Therefore, there is no such thing as a normal death for a powerful person; 99% of them die suddenly.

What would be the last thought of the powerful person before he died in this way? It would definitely not be happiness or joy.

As long as there is a trace of hatred and unwillingness before death, his spiritual world is destined not to be a paradise.

Unless someone special is there to clean up and deal with it, the danger will be beyond imagination.

As a wild and newly opened spiritual world, if half of the people who enter it can come out alive, it can be said to be a 'good' world, and its owner did not have many grievances during his lifetime.

Soon, the disciples of the top sects took action, planning to go in and search for medicine, clearing out the treasures that could be easily obtained first.

After all, so many independent cultivators have gone in, and now it’s too late, and God knows if there are any left.

  Hmm? Why don't you just rob it?

Come on, do you really think others are fools? Can't they look for food while eating? They are all monks, and their absorption and digestion speed is not comparable to that of mortals. If they are cooperating to break through the barriers and realms, their digestion will only be faster.

As long as you don't aim for the big drugs and go too late, basically even the grassroots won't be able to leave you.

Disciples from the Brahma Sect, the Burning Dao Sect, the Feiyan Sect, the Tianhuo Sect and other sects in Lizhou entered one after another. Of course, the same was true for the other states. The five great masters of the three sects of Qianzhou, the three mountains and one hall of Kunzhou, the Xiaoyao Sect of Xunzhou, and the Shenxiao Sect of Zhenzhou also had disciples flying out and entered the ink-colored scroll.

After a while, there were less than a hundred people left out of the more than a thousand Jindan cultivators.

The rest are basically immortals or yang gods.

Well, by the way, Li Su also went in. He was sent by Su Xue to the place where the disciples of Qingluan Sect gathered, and he entered with the large group.

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Ink scroll!

It is like a fairyland, with exotic flowers and plants blooming all over the mountains and the rainbow light like a bridge, building up a myriad of colorful lights.

The place is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the clear air rises into the sky.

Among the mountains, traces of great medicine can be seen, and there are flying chapters.

  Suddenly, there was a scream!

But I saw a Yin God running away madly, and the next moment, a vine shot up into the sky, with golden light flowing all over it, and the patterns of Tao were shining, attached to the surroundings in a regular pattern.

With a snap, the Yin Spirit was torn into two pieces and its body was cut.

Then, the vine turned and stabbed directly into the head of the Yin God, and a thing like a baby was pulled out tied up.

That was the Yin God's original spirit, caught by the vine.

The soul struggled frantically, and the Taoist patterns on its body glowed continuously, trying to break free from the restraints.

The vines directly grew mouths, binding and biting him at the same time. After a while, the Yin God's soul was eaten up completely. His body was not left behind either. At the moment of falling to the ground, it was rolled up by the vines again, pulling the two sections of his body towards a mountain stream and quickly stopped moving.

In just a few seconds, there was nothing left except a glaring scarlet. In fact, that scarlet only existed for a moment before disappearing silently.

Soon, more wailing sounds were heard and figures moved around. However, not long after, the wailing sounds stopped abruptly, and this fairyland-like world returned to its original tranquility.

Um.!

This is indeed an unprecedented land of treasures and opportunities, but it is not certain who is the treasure, who is the medicine, who is the opportunity, and who eats whom.