Mozun's coffin can't be held down anymore

This white-robed old man is naturally the aloof Patriarch Daoming of the Lingxiao Sect, and the embarrassed man trapped by the chains is exactly his long-lost junior Daoyuan.

Ordinarily speaking, Daoming's city would not be in such a mess so quickly, and use this method of being criticized on the surface to force the opponent to submit.

But time waits for no one, he has planned for hundreds of years, and he has reached the most critical step. If Daoyuan dies at this time, where will he find a person full of hatred and profound cultivation in a short time?
Daoming was anxious.

In his state, there shouldn't be a big emotional ups and downs, but at this moment he felt very irritable.

The originally smooth process has recently been blocked everywhere.First, he lost Chu Yan's whereabouts, then his avatar was injured by a revolving vine with a strong cultivation base, and then Daoyuan went wrong again.

Originally, according to the plan, he would be able to accomplish it in three to five months at most.

With these accidents, he is not so sure now...

But it has come to this point, and he cannot back down.

His lifespan is approaching, and he has no time to make other plans, so he has to make a final fight, and if he succeeds, he will be able to ascend to the upper realm like the grand master ten thousand years ago!

As for what happened to the Formless Sea, which he used as a stepping stone, and what happened to this boundary, and what did it have to do with him who had already ascended at that time?
But Daoming never thought that Daoyuan would be so stubborn and unwilling to compromise even after he threatened the lives of those disciples in Luxia Peak. Didn’t he always regard his disciples as his own and value them more than himself?
But after a while, more and more blood dripped from the corner of Dao Yuan's mouth.

The soul also faintly showed signs of collapse.

If he doesn't stop it and continues to let it go, Daoyuan will lose his blood and soul, and he will lose the "offering" that continuously provides black energy for the upper formation in no more than three to five hours.

If it goes on like this, it will definitely not work.

Daoming turned his heart, raised his palm and chopped it on Daoyuan's neck, then dissolved the cold crystal suspended in the air, let go of the imprisoned things inside, and wrapped himself around Daoyuan again.

Cold crystals in old age can keep the qi and blood of the body alive, but as for the soul...

Daoming's eyes flashed.

It's not a bad thing for the spirit to dissipate, it's better to become half-foolish and completely used by him.There is also a star nirvana planted in the courtyard of his cave mansion, which can protect the soul, and it will be taken by Daoyuan when the time comes.

He is still too merciful, if he knew that Yuan would disrupt his plan at this time, he should not have kept his sanity long ago.

It is just right to keep only one soul and one soul, so that he can tamper with his memory, but I don't know if the energy, blood and soul power have dissipated a lot, and whether the black energy provided by Daoyuan can still be enough to supply the upper part.

If not enough...

It is necessary to find some new offerings to make up for it.

It happened that there were two disciples of Daoyuan in the team traveling with Chu Yan. Using Daoyuan's body that had been imprisoned and tortured for many years should be enough to stimulate them.

Seeing that the cold crystal temporarily wrapped Dao Yuan's body, and the blood in Dao Yuan's body no longer dissipated, Daoming heaved a sigh of relief, hurriedly left Haiti, and returned to the cave to fetch the spiritual herb.

The moment he left, the blood-stained dust floated on the ground, and a gust of wind blew up, rolling up the fish fins that fell on the ground, and then disappeared in place.

...

Chang Yi stayed in place for nearly three hours, and tried several times to get close to the raging thunder in front of him, but failed.

Master's aura disappeared behind this piece of thunder.

Three hours passed, and he didn't feel the breath of the master anymore, and he didn't know what the situation was like now.

He stayed quietly about a hundred feet away from the thunder light, and from a distance he could see those tentacles shrouded in black air, moving freely through the tears.

These things are not afraid of thunder and lightning?
One must know that the power of the thunder in front of him has almost caught up with the Jiedao thunder, if not for this, he would not dare to trespass.

Chang Yi waited for a while, and there was nothing else around except for these tentacles lingering in black air, and his aura was about to be uncontrollable, and he couldn't stay here any longer.

He finally took a deep look at the Lei Guang in front of him.

Just as he turned to leave, a mass of seaweed half a person's height pierced through the thunder and rushed towards him.

What is this?
How could seagrass have such speed?

Chang Yi was taken aback, and quickly moved aside.

The ball of seaweed seemed to have eyes, turned a corner, and jumped straight into his arms.

Chang Yi didn't even have time to dodge again, and saw the seaweed approaching him, and it spread away automatically, revealing what was wrapped inside...a fish fin?
The fins are arm length and light gray in color with wavy blue spots.

It looked familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere.

But this fish fin has long lost its vitality, it is a dead thing, how could it behave like that just now?

Just as Chang Yi was feeling puzzled, a hoarse and tired voice suddenly sounded from the fish fin in front of him.

"Chang Yi, it's me."

"Master?" Chang Yi was shocked.

Maybe it was because the seaweed made too much noise just now, or maybe it was because Chang Yi was too surprised that his breath leaked out, and the surrounding tentacles suddenly became restless.

"Master, why are you attached to this fish fin?" Chang Yi asked anxiously, "What happened, where is your body trapped?"

Master Daoyuan Patriarch's voice came from the fish fin again, "This is not a place to talk, take this piece of fish fin and leave here first."

At this time, Chang Yi also noticed the abnormality of the tentacles around him, obeyed his master's order, did not dare to delay at all, wrapped the fish's fin with spiritual power, and began to swim towards Nan Express.

Those tentacles didn't find him, but he still didn't dare to stop, and swam forward without turning his head. He didn't dare to slow down a little until he was [-] nautical miles away, so as to recover his nearly exhausted spiritual power.

"Master..."

Just as Chang Yi was about to speak, he was interrupted by a voice from his fins: "Chang Yi, as a teacher, this ray of spirit can't last long."

Chang Yi is worried about the safety of his master, as a teacher, why doesn't Dao Yuan worry about and regret Chang Yi now?

Lost the body, only the spirit remains.During his absence, Chang Yi must have encountered a lot of hardships, but right now there is no time for their master and apprentice to reminisce about the past.

The voice on the fins became weaker and more exhausted, but it was extremely heavy: "This matter is of great importance. As a teacher, I will tell you everything I know now. You should keep these words firmly in your mind and tell them back to the land in the future to make them public."

Chang Yi held his breath and listened carefully.

It turned out that Senior Bihua was lured into a trap by Uncle Daoming taking advantage of Master's safety, and died because of it.

It turned out that the master did not fall, but was trapped in the submarine dungeon by Uncle Daoming.

It turned out that Master Daoming lived in Wuxianghai for a long time, and he was planning an earth-shattering plan.