My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 162 At the end of the Longyuan Conference, the dying person in ancient times

real world.

After more than a year of fighting, the Longyuan Conference is about to end.

This session of the conference went surprisingly smoothly, with the least number of casualties in history. Although it wasn't over yet, many people had already started to celebrate halftime.

Of course, some people are restless, such as Huoyun.

In the dark secret room, this volcano-like man had a gloomy expression.

"Trash, a bunch of trash."

Originally, he wanted to use the power of Thunder Mountain God to kill the competitor, but he didn't expect Yunxiao to intervene, and also attracted Shengwei Tianshi to kill Thunder Thunder Mountain God all at once.

Huo Yun doesn't attach much importance to the position of Dao Master, but Meishan Fudi must never give up, it is related to the foundation of his enlightenment.

"How about this, let's create a storm first, kill chickens to make an example to monkeys, and make one faction hit another."

Huo Yun is calculating which people are suitable to win over and which ones are suitable to be killed.

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The World of Immortal Danqiu.

Break through three realms in one day.

From the third floor of Peiyuan to the sixth floor of Peiyuan.

It hardly takes a day.

The golden light on the top of this mountain is a vision of heaven and earth.

This is a sign that the true essence feeds back the soul.

The higher the level of cultivation, the stronger the feeding back to the primordial spirit. At the ninth level, the essence, energy, and spirit reach the peak, and the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit begin to merge. This is the foundation-building period.

After the foundation building period is over, the golden elixir is completely synthesized.

After breaking through the three realms, Song Lin collected his skills and opened up the skills.

"Hey, it turns out that the highest is the ninth floor of Peiyuan."

Song Lin sighed deeply.

Although he is the ancestor who created the method of self-cultivation, he only put forward the basic formula. The subsequent proof and the realization of the real thing require specific practice, step-by-step exploration and research.

It is equivalent to the mass-energy equation proposed by Einstein, which is only a theoretical basis, and it will be decades after the actual creation of a nuclear bomb.

The foundation-building period behind this scripture is just a guess, and no one has done it at all. (I wrote the Leiyun foundation building period earlier, which was wrong, and I changed it.)
"In any case, after all, there is the practice of the ninth level of Peiyuan, and the others will be studied slowly."

Cultivation is only second, the key is to understand what's going on in this world.

There was Xiong Guo who owned the Human Emperor Sword, why did it suddenly disappear?
And there is no news about Dafeng, the evil god.

Thinking of this, Song Lin looked at Meng Lian not far away.

Meng Lianmei's eyes widened, she couldn't believe it.

what did she see?
He actually saw Song Lin breaking through three realms in one day.

It's as simple as eating and drinking.

"Senior, how did you do it?" Meng Lian unconsciously used honorifics.

"How do you do it? Naturally, it's like eating and drinking water, it's not difficult."

Meng Lian's forehead was slightly exposed with blue veins, and he resisted the desire to curse.

This kind of person is like a rich man saying in front of the poor that he doesn't care about money and that money is easy to earn.

She is a rare genius in Yunmeng Mountain.

Even so, she was able to refine Qi to the ninth level after living for more than 20 years.

It has not been able to enter the Peiyuan period for a long time.

In the Yuanyuan period, the soul was touched, and each level of advancement required a lot of manpower and material resources.

The Peiyuan period can live for 360 five years.

Some people spend their entire lives wandering between two or three floors.

The ninth floor is already the level of the world's number one master.

Dongjun passed down the Dao of Cultivation, but few people can reach the next level, reach the legendary Dao of Golden Core, and ascend to the realm of ascension.

"Then why don't you break through to the ninth floor?" Meng Lian said unconvinced.

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"In a few days, let's consolidate the realm first."

"Bragging, why don't you say that you and Dongjun are brothers."

"That's not brother."

Song Lin looked serious, stepped into the topic, and said: "I practiced in the mountains since I was a child, and I don't know the outside world. Can you tell me about it? It's best to start from the time of Emperor Huang."

Meng Lian thought about it, and it was not a secret, so she told Song Lin.

"My version may be different from the outside world..."

The matter should start after Dongjun's ascension.

Everyone in the world said that Dong Jun had ascended, but in fact, few people knew that Dong Jun was not ascended, but was plotted and disappeared by Dafeng.

After the gale was born, the whole world ushered in a sixty-year-long period of typhoon disasters.

Emperor Huang spent his whole life resisting wind disasters and fighting against the demons that followed the wind.

Originally, he lost his vitality in the battle at Yunmengze, and died tragically on the road in the end.

The same is basically true of the four emperors in the future.

Di Yuan died at the age of 280 at the age of 240; Di Cheng died at the age of 120 at the age of storm; Di Qi at the age of [-] at the age of flood;

After the death of Emperor Ming, Taicang came to the throne, the country of Xiong was destroyed, and the name of the new country was Qi.

The whereabouts of the Renhuang Sword is unknown, and Taicang holds the Donghuang Panlong Cangyu, and claims that his ancestors are descendants of the Gaoyang clan, one of the three expelled clans.

It was the order of the heavens, and Xiong Guozuo was the successor.

Hearing this, Song Lin suddenly felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

Five generations of emperors, a thousand-year mission.

It is worthy of being the ancestor of the human race, maybe it is also for myself and their promise.

"After the establishment of the Qi State, the wind disappeared. Some people said it was the emperor's holy virtue. I don't know what happened. Maybe the seniors in Xuanhushan know."

"You should have a special mission, right?" Song Lin asked, "Could it be the descendant of Emperor Huang?"

"No, no comment."

It's not that Meng Lian didn't want to tell Song Lin that after all, there was a life-saving grace, but their mission should not be known to others.

They stayed in Yunmeng Lake all their lives, guarding Dongjun's last resting place, and waiting for Dongjun's arrival.

"That's fine. Another day, you will take me to find the person from Xuanhu Mountain. After that, you will be free, and the grace of saving your life will be paid."

Song Lin thought for a moment.

The two stayed on the mountain for several days.

In the early morning, Meng Lian finished worshiping the sun on the edge of the cliff, and then pinched a strange seal.

The seal formula kept changing, and it took a long time to slowly open his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a man.

"Senior, are you?"

"It is recommended to use the Xiaoyao seal to comprehend heaven and man for a longer period of time, and to have a deeper understanding of the remaining five seals. The Xiaoyao seal has no power, but it is a fundamental seal."

"Senior knows this method, don't you...?"

Meng Lian was surprised.

"Did you mean this?"

Song Lin pinched the seal formula with his hands, and a huge golden handprint appeared in the sky.

boom!
As soon as it is printed, a radius of ten feet is deep.

Meng Lian was secretly surprised, how could this person know this method?
Could it be that besides their Yunmeng Mountain, there is another orthodoxy of practicing the Six Seals of Heaven and Man?

It's unbelievable.

"Don't ask, you won't believe me if you tell me, so take me to Xuanhu Mountain first."

A strong curiosity surged in Meng Lian's heart.

The two flew together.

"The whereabouts of the people of Xuanhu Mountain are mysterious, and ordinary people can't find them when they go up the mountain."

There are two major sects in the world, one is the Ascension Sect and the other is the Immortal Sect.

And a Qi royal family holding Panlong jade.

The three forces rely on each other to support the country for 500 years.

There is also another kind of sect, such as Xuanhu Mountain and Duanjian Mountain. These mountains are illusory and do not participate in world affairs. Most people don't know this place.

Soon, a group of people came to Xuanhu Mountain.

The mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, and the scenery on the mountain cannot be seen clearly.

There are many dying patients below, and these people all come to the fairy mountain to seek medicine.

Not far away is a mass grave, and some people can only be buried here hastily because they can't wait for the magic medicine from the gods.

These people who survived have no chance to obtain the magic medicine. They basically come up to try their luck after they are terminally ill.

In fact, what they don't know is that the people on the mountain are also hopeless.

Two people flew from the sky.

It was Song Lin and Meng Lian.

"I can only take you here. I don't know how to climb Xuanhu Mountain."

"It's okay, come with me."

Song Lin used the golden pupils of the sun and the moon, and the flaws of the mist and the trend of essence can be seen at a glance.

The two followed up the mountain.

……

The top of the mountain is smoky, auspicious, and the air lingers with a faint smell and the smell of burning things.

This is a group of palaces, and it is from here that the aroma and smoke come out.

In the middle of the woods behind the palace, a half-withered pine tree stands.

The trunk is straight, without leaves.

Under the trunk, there is an old man with white beard and hair.

The old man's skin was like dry bark, his beard and hair were long enough to drag the floor, and he looked extremely old.

He closed his eyes, dying.

The dozen or so disciples around looked miserable.

"Don't be sad, the old man has been living for 500 years, and now he is just resting."

"Grandfather!!"

The real Si Yao, the founder of Xuanhu Mountain, did not die. He faked his death 200 years ago, and now is the real time of death.

"Enough of life, enough of life..." Si Yao muttered to himself, "Unfortunately, I still can't wait for Dong Jun to come, and my disciple still wants to gather medicine for you..."

Si Yao remembered when he was a boy more than 500 years ago.

It was the first time he saw Di Huang and Dong Jun for the first time.

The days of collecting herbs and refining alchemy on the mountain were the happiest time in his life.

Witness the rise of Youxiong Kingdom, the epic struggle between man and nature, the backstab of traitors and the end of Youxiong Kingdom.

Although the past years were difficult, they were indeed happy.

Immortal Shoumu's vitality has been lost, and he, who deserved to die long ago, is about to be buried.

If it wasn't for the fact that there was still a bad breath in his heart, and he couldn't witness the demise of Bao Qi with his own eyes, otherwise he would have gone with the Five Emperors long ago.

"pity……"

There are inevitably regrets in life, but this regret... is too much.

Si Yao slowly closed his eyes, the disciple held back his grief and waited for the last moment.

At this time, there was a commotion outside.

"Who are you? Leave quickly!!"

"Pindao looking for Si Yao! Si Yao, where are you kid?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Si Yao suddenly opened his eyes.

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