Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 209 The Broken Xizhou Altar

Zhao Huai looked at Lu Wanqiu who still had outstandingly long legs in front of him, as if he had returned to a few years ago.

At that time in Jinzhou, he was still a leisurely shopkeeper of a pawnshop, carefree, and it happened that Lu Wanqiu went down the mountain to eliminate demons, because of a fox demon, the two met for the first time.

It can be said that the other party helped me a lot at that time.

In the following time, Zhao Huai did not visit Wangxianzong, but at that time she was still in seclusion, and the two had not met each other.

Things are changing now, and five years have passed in a flash, and everything has changed.

He has already cultivated to the Nascent Soul Realm, and he is very close to becoming a saint in the way of swordsmanship.

And the other party seemed to be a lot more mature and stable, the youthful atmosphere of the past had faded, replaced by a decent and fairy air.

Lu Wanqiu was tall and slender, with fair skin, a pair of snow-white long legs under Qinglian's long skirt and the desert Gobi were clearly visible.

It seems that the retreat at that time has already succeeded.

"I haven't seen you for a few years, and your master's cultivation has become more and more advanced."

Looking at Zhao Huai's tall and straight figure, Lu Wanqiu sighed.

I think that when the two first met, their own cultivation was still higher than the other's.

As a result, the gap was getting bigger and bigger. After she retreated, she successfully broke through the Golden Core, but everyone was already a Nascent Soul.

His master is no more than Nascent Soul Realm.

"Just work hard."

Zhao Huai didn't care about the compliment on his cultivation, and just laughed it off.

The conversation between the two was very happy, and there were a lot of amazed eyes around them.

Apparently, these Wangxianzong disciples did not expect that their senior sisters would know this mysterious senior.

It's unbelievable that the two still have friendship!
A powerful Nascent Soul, in any sect, is a top-notch existence, whether it is an elder or a guest, whoever sees it will not be polite.

Lu Wanqiu smiled slightly, and said: "After leaving the customs, I heard a lot of news about you in Jinzhou. It is said that you are the Prince of Great Yan, and you still have such a connection with the Great Xia Empress. Now that the Immortal Gate is by your side, Your identity and status are a little strange to me."

"Since you know everything, then I won't explain it. Now I came to Xizhou to prevent this disaster." Zhao Huai glanced at the yellow sand everywhere in Xizhou, his eyes became sharper.

Lu Wanqiu stared at Zhao Huai, and said: "All the sects are aiming at the goal of the young master. As long as I wait for the monks for a day, Zhongzhou will not be trampled by the wild world."

Three years ago, not only Empress Daxia issued the order to eliminate demons, but also the five great immortal sects sent disciples to various altars, but with little effect.

The altar was still broken, and countless monsters poured into the immortal world. They could only guard the intersection leading to Zhongzhou to maintain a certain order.

No one knows how long it can last, but one day is a day!
Fighting to protect the future of the human race may seem great, but the determination and firmness required to practice it are unimaginable.

Lu Wanqiu's face showed a dignified look, and said: "There is one more thing I must tell you. Some time ago, a large number of demon king's branch army approached the Empress' Anxi Mansion. Xiao Nao, the number of demon clans that Anxi Mansion is dealing with will be an incomparably huge number. Most of the monks of the sect gathered in the big city under Anxi Mansion, including many ancestors of Huashen and a ferryman from the Immortal Sect. Robbery."

"Once a Demon King-level existence appears, even with the help of the Ancestor Huashen, I am afraid that I will lose to the large number of Demon Kings. This battle will be a tough one."

"If you're going to Anxi Mansion, you have to hurry up and leave."

Lu Wanqiu briefly explained the situation in Xizhou and reminded Zhao Huai.

"In this case, I can't stay here any longer." Zhao Huai frowned, took a deep breath, and then smiled slightly: "See you in the future, don't die on the battlefield."

"Don't worry, it won't."

Lu Wanqiu replied with a smile.

After bidding farewell to Lu Wanqiu, Zhao Huai walked on the sword all the way.

I plan to go to Anxi Mansion further ahead.

Along the way, Zhao Huai passed many places, including the depths of Xizhou and the edge of Xizhou. These were the former territories of the Shenluo Empire. Many people and monks lived in this yellow sand.

The current scene is a blood-red Gobi, the sand and rocks seem to be soaked in blood, and even the sky is dark red, giving people a very strange feeling.

It seems that Manghuangtiandi occupies more than half of the Western Province, which has already left no room for the human race here.

Zhao Huai stopped at a blood-red weathered rock mountain, knocked off a stone, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and found a faint smell of blood.

A huge battle broke out here.

At the same time, his spiritual consciousness expanded thousands of miles, looking for traces of the Xizhou altar.

The advantage of a strong mental power is that no one will find out that even the demon king with a triple physical transformation is far inferior to his spiritual power.

The Yaozu's physical body is its strength, but its mental strength is its weakness.

Zhao Huai closed his eyes and felt it. He really found a strange place in the depths of Xizhou. There were a lot of broken spaces, and some areas even turned into black voids.

It shows that the space here is already disordered, and it is probably where the altar is located.

Could it be that the Yaozu came to Xizhou from here?
The shattering of the Xizhou altar caused great fluctuations in the space, and it would inevitably leave traces. The space here is messy, and the possibility is very high.

But here did not see any Yaozu.

The reason is also easy to guess.

The environment is harsh and the space is broken. For any human or monster, it is very dangerous to get close to this place. If you are not serious, you will die in the cracks in the space, which is as tragic as being divided by five horses.

The army of monster tribes also looked down on this place, and they just blindly expanded eastward, only wanting to get the rich Zhongzhou.

As Zhao Huai gradually approached this side, everything his eyes could see was fragmented space. This area was a hundred miles wide, like chaotic areas.

Zhao Huai really didn't understand how people came into these places.

In other words, how to go to the wild world.

He watched the huge rock falling into the space crack and being torn to pieces, while being suspended in the unstable space medium, as if there was no gravity.

Only the aura is extremely abundant, flowing out from the cracks, gusts of wind.

Zhao Huai could feel that on the other side of the space, there must be a wider world, with lush forests, ancient mountains, and primitive rivers.

And there are several such worlds.

They revolved around the land of ascension together, and those immortals might be looking at themselves.

Zhao Huai thought so.

"Either way, it's worth marking here."

He murmured, took out one of the few spirit stones from the mysterious ring, injected it with mana, and placed it at the foot of a broken mountain.

As long as he follows the breath of mana, he can find it here.

Then Zhao Huai continued to rush towards Anxi Mansion.

After an unknown amount of time, a majestic giant city appeared in the field of vision. The city walls were thick and ancient, and a mighty formation was arranged around the giant city.

There are a large number of houses with cornices and corners in the city, and densely packed flying swords are docked on the top of the city. Looking around, the number definitely exceeds three thousand.

Looking at it this way, it is still extremely shocking.

Three thousand flying swords hang upright.

Great battles erupted on the ground all the time, fierce battles with the overwhelming army of monster beasts. Compared with the number of flying swords and monks, the number of monsters was even more terrifying.

From one side of the mountain to the other side beyond Qianyue, Ulala is full of garrisoned monsters and beasts. Even if the Nascent Soul transforms into a god, even if they don't move, they will cut down from today to a year. After half a year, it is estimated that they will not be able to kill them all, and they will be exhausted.

The battle was so fierce that mountains collapsed and blood flowed like rivers.

Human monks have different costumes, and the sect is the team. Zhao Huai judged from the costumes, and at a glance, there are hundreds of sect forces on the battlefield.

wow-

A large amount of crimson blood splashed out and turned into a rain of blood. Whether it was a human or a demon, they all suffered heavy casualties.

Once a human monk or soldier died in battle, those ferocious beasts rushed forward, opened their bloody mouths, and gnawed away the human corpses on the ground, leaving only blood stains on the ground.

The scene in front of me is like the end of the world.

(End of this chapter)