Cross-push eternal life, starting from the power of the gods to suppress the prison

Taiyi Sect, inside the Hall of Redemption.

Yang Xuanzhen sat high on the throne of the head sect leader, and below him stood a young man holding a white sword. He was none other than Yu Huang, the former head sect leader of Yuhua Sect.

Yang Xuanzhen, who was sitting on the throne above the Yuhuang Dynasty, bowed and said, "Master, although my cultivation has improved a lot, I still can't feel the Ancient Holy Temple very well. It may not be easy to help you find the exact location of the Ancient Holy Temple in the bottomless abyss. Perhaps I can feel the real location of the Ancient Holy Temple only after my cultivation has improved further. I have failed the Master, please punish me."

As he spoke, Yu Huang knelt on one knee on the ground, looking ashamed.

In fact, it's not his fault.

Although Yang Xuanzhen arranged for him to practice in the incomplete Heavenly Vein obtained from the Huangfu family, only one day had passed since he entered the Heavenly Vein to practice.

After all, a day is too short.

Yu Huang is not Yang Xuanzhen and Fang Han. The Heavenly Vein Qi alone cannot enable him to make a major breakthrough in a short period of time and reach the level of the top ten in the Heavenly Monarch Candidate List.

As long as he does not reach this level, Yu Huang's perception of the ancient holy temple will remain vague, and it may not be so smooth to guide Yang Xuanzhen.

"Get up." Yang Xuanzhen waved his hand, his expression normal, and continued: "Don't worry about improving your cultivation. We can talk about it on the way."

It is easy for Yu Huang to improve his cultivation. He just needs to kill a few ignorant cultivators on the road, refine them into life essence, and inject it into Yu Huang's body.

Swish!
The time and space in the Hall of Redemption changed with Yang Xuanzhen's words.

As soon as Yu Huang stood up, he felt a flash in front of his eyes. When he could see again, he found himself in an unknown turbulence of time and space.

Yang Xuanzhen was walking in front.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, I will definitely make amends for my crime." Yu Huang quickly followed.

At this time, twelve pairs of pure white wings grew out of the Sword of the Temple, circling around Yu Huang like a little bird, chirping, "Yu Huang, we are finally going to follow the Supreme Master to the Abyss to find the Ancient Temple. As long as you can get the body of your past life as the Lord of Arbitration that fell there, and merge it with it through secret methods, you will most likely successfully survive the Heavenly Sovereign Tribulation and achieve the Supreme Heavenly Sovereign realm!"

Yu Huang said seriously, "It doesn't matter whether I become a Heavenly Sovereign or not. What's important is that the Supreme Master treats us well. This time I must help him find the lost ancient temple! And you are right, I also want to find my body from my previous life and bring it back to Taiyi Sect. If someone else gets my body from my previous life, they may use all kinds of magic to influence my current body, or even enslave my soul. I have to be on guard against this."

"Indeed, it is not pleasant to be enslaved..."

The sword spirit of the Holy Sword was thinking of something, and the sword body suddenly trembled. It was no longer in the mood to speak. The wings on the sword disappeared and fell into Yu Huang's arms.

at the same time.

As Yang Xuanzhen walked step by step in front, the surrounding space and time were violently distorted.

After another change in time and space, Yang Xuanzhen brought Yu Huang to the sky above a barren plain.

The sky above the plain is very different from other places in the fairyland. It appears dark and gloomy, and there is poisonous gas in the void. Even the light emitted by the sun in the fairyland cannot shine here.

Yang Xuanzhen and Yu Huang seemed to have come to another world.

The plains were also devastated, with deep cracks everywhere, crisscrossing and bottomless, like bottomless pits, constantly spewing out evil spirits, black air, decayed air... and all kinds of poisonous gases.

In addition, there are many powerful monsters roaming in the great rifts of the abyss in groups.

Yang Xuanzhen lowered his head and looked down. With a quick glance, he saw a group of black fish suddenly leaping out from a swamp full of miasma below, flying to the entrance of a deep crack and circling, grinding their teeth and making an unpleasant sound.

This group of black fish are only the size of an ordinary person's palm, but each one is very powerful and has the cultivation level of Daluo Jinxian. They seem to be waiting for prey on the edge of the abyss crack.

"Fish again."

There was a barely perceptible hint of displeasure in Yang Xuanzhen's eyes, and an invisible and intangible light shot out from his pupils, annihilating the school of black fish into nothingness.

That group of black fish looked similar to the black fish he encountered when he first entered the fairyland, and they were definitely not good creatures.

In addition to the black fish, there are also many mosquitoes and flies on the plain below. They are either Golden Immortals, Ancestral Immortals, or saints. Once they encounter prey, whether it is a cultivator or a monster, the mosquitoes and flies will swarm over and directly suck the prey into a dried corpse.

Yang Xuanzhen also saw quite a few cultivators emerging on the plains, some were Yuanxian, and some were saints. They were collecting bones that had been sucked dry by mosquitoes and flies at the edges of cracks, or directly catching mosquitoes and various magical beasts to refine magic weapons, or selling them to others in exchange for other resources.

These people should be independent cultivators living nearby. They dare not enter the cracks in the abyss, but the danger of searching for treasures at the edge should not be too great.

And this plain is the entrance to the bottomless abyss, one of the forbidden areas of life in the fairy world.

The entrance to the bottomless abyss is very wide, much larger than the territory of the Hundred Thousand States. The land is full of abyss cracks, endless monsters, strange demons, or humans.

Yang Xuanzhen ignored all this and moved with Yu Huang directly. They entered a deep crack in the abyss below and kept moving downwards.

As the name suggests, the bottomless abyss is an abyss that is layered and endless.

According to the ancient Taoist scriptures of the Taiyi Sect, there are endless demons, dangerous areas, and fragments of time and space in each layer of the bottomless abyss. Ordinary Heavenly Kings are in danger of falling if they enter it.

But what is Yang Xuanzhen’s level of cultivation?

He himself is equivalent to a Heavenly Sovereign who has cultivated for eight Chaos epochs. He also has divine objects such as the Heavenly Burial Coffin and the Fengshan Altar in his body. His strength is so terrifying that even the giants like the Lord of the Dharma Realm who have cultivated for ten epochs can be killed by him. He does not have to worry about the danger in the bottomless abyss at all.

He went deeper and deeper, passing through layer after layer of abyss, and felt that this bottomless abyss was so vast and boundless. If it were not for his high level of cultivation, even a Heavenly King like Mu Yehuang would probably get lost in it and never be able to get out.

Because the time and space in this bottomless abyss are in chaos, the five elements and yin and yang are reversed, and there is no distinction between east, south, west and north. It is like a huge and chaotic Bagua maze, with no rules to follow, infinite and non-cyclic.

"The Abyss is simply a ferocious beast that eats people without leaving any bones. An emperor like me would never dare to come in alone. Only an invincible figure like the Supreme Master can remain unaffected in the Abyss."

Yu Huang followed behind Yang Xuanzhen, looking at the various situations in the bottomless abyss and the inverted and confusing time and space, with a look of emotion on his face.

More than 10 million years ago, when Yu Huang was not yet the head of the Yuhua Sect, there was a Master Canghu in the sect. He was the leader of the seven true disciples under Hua Tianjun, and his strength was not weaker than the top 20 masters on the Tianjun candidate list.

But one time, Master Cang Hu wanted to refine a treasure and entered the bottomless abyss, but he never came back. The soul lamps left in the sect were extinguished, and it was obvious that he had died.

This shows how dangerous this bottomless abyss is.

The aura emanating from Yang Xuanzhen dispersed the endless evil spirits. He took a step forward and landed in an unknown plane within the bottomless abyss.

This plane is vast and the land is thick. There are erupting volcanoes and flowing lava everywhere, and earthquakes are constantly erupting, turning the entire plane into a lava land.

There are also countless magical beasts with fire essence combined with evil spirit roaming in this plane full of lava.

There are even rare flames in this lava plane, such as Xuanyin Lihuo, Xunfeng Xuanhuo... and so on, which are all treasures that cultivators dream of.

The Sword Spirit of the Temple said solemnly and doubtfully, "The flames in this lava plane can melt everything. It is a terrifying plane recorded in the Taoist scriptures of Yuhua Sect. What is the Supreme Master doing here? Could it be that the lost ancient temple is here?"

Yu Huang shook his head and said, "If the Ancient Holy Temple was here, so close, I would definitely be able to sense it, but... um, there are people over there?"

The Sword Spirit of the Holy Hall was also surprised and asked, "What are the origins of those monks? They are not Heavenly Sovereigns, but they can offer sacrifices and refine magic weapons here?"

Following the line of sight of Yu Huang and the Sword Spirit of the Holy Temple, there were seven monks wearing fiery red robes.

Among the seven people were men, women, old men, and even children. They all sat above a crater, forming a large formation in seven directions, as if they were using fire to refine a magic weapon.

The magic weapon was a huge dead tree that reached the sky. Its surface was stained with blood. When it was suspended in the air, it felt as heavy as iron or stone.

Seven monks in fiery red robes used their magical powers to draw infinite firepower from the volcano and burn the dead wood.

"somebody is coming!"

"Who dares to come here? Are you trying to save your life? The flames of this lava plane can melt everything. Only we, the Seven Sons of Divine Fire, can absorb the flames here and remain safe and sound. We are the sons of this plane, and we are completely integrated with the power of this plane. Even if the Supreme Lord comes here in person, he will be suppressed by us and cannot turn over!"

"That's right. Once we refine this fragment of the World Tree and return to the Fire Realm, we will be able to successfully impact the Heavenly Sovereign Path!"

As soon as Yang Xuanzhen and Yu Huang arrived in the lava plane, they attracted the attention of the seven cultivators who were refining magic weapons.

It is not difficult to hear from their words that these seven people are cultivators from a world called "Fire Realm" among many other worlds.

It is rumored that the "Fire Realm" is controlled by the Lord of the Fire Realm. Although it is not as powerful as the Dharma Realm and the Martial Realm, it is also extremely powerful.

The Lord of the Fire Realm has seven disciples under his command, each of whom is equivalent to the strongest person under the Heavenly Lord. They are known as the Seven Sons of Divine Fire. Each of them was transformed from a wisp of innate divine fire at the creation of the world. They should be these seven people.

The towering dead wood that the Seven Sons of Divine Fire were currently refining was actually a fragment of the legendary World Tree.

"How dare you spy on us, the Seven Sons of the Divine Fire, refining the supreme treasure? You shall be killed!"

Among the Seven Sons of Divine Fire, a beautiful woman had a murderous look in her eyes. She pointed at Yang Xuanzhen and Yu Huang and shouted at them harshly.

Boom!

At the same time, the entire lava plane turned upside down, and the huge lava turned into rolling waves, crushing towards the two of them.

Yang Xuanzhen, however, remained calm, as if he had already expected that these so-called Seven Sons of Divine Fire would attack him, and he just casually snapped his fingers.

Immediately, Yu Huang and the Sword Spirit of the Holy Temple saw that a bright moon appeared at the fingertips of Yang Xuanzhen, like a road hanging in the air. The moonlight was like water, illuminating the sky and the earth, freezing all the flames in the lava plane, turning it into an ice plane.

The Seven Sons of the Divine Fire could not escape the disaster either. They did not even have time to scream before they were all frozen in the moonlight. They turned into life essence and flew over, injecting into Yu Huang's body.

"How is it now?"

Yang Xuanzhen waved his hand, and the fragments of the World Tree that the Seven Sons of Divine Fire had previously sacrificed flew into his sleeves. He then looked at Yu Huang with a questioning look.

Yu Huang was shocked, and quickly restrained his aura that was almost out of control due to his improved cultivation. He replied respectfully: "My Lord, my current cultivation is comparable to that of the former Lord."

The sword of the temple also vibrated slightly, and the female spirit inside it avoided looking directly at Yang Xuanzhen.

She suspected that the reason why Yang Xuanzhen came to this lava plane was to kill the Seven Sons of Divine Fire and help Yu Huang improve his cultivation.

"Is it possible to sense the exact location of the ancient holy temple?" Yang Xuanzhen asked again.

Yu Huang did not dare to delay and immediately closed his eyes and sensed with all his strength.

After a while, he opened his eyes with horror in his eyes: "I sensed it. It is a red country, a crimson plane. There are many red crescent moons hanging in the sky, and each red moon shines on the earth forever. The crimson color is shocking and is corroding the ancient temple. I have a feeling that if I enter that plane, I will be melted by the crimson in an instant and turned into nothingness."

"The Crimson Plane?"

Yang Xuanzhen seemed to be thinking about something.

It is said that near the "Heart of the Abyss" in the bottomless abyss, there is a crimson plane. The red moon in the crimson plane is a part of the power of the Heart of the Abyss. Even a Heavenly Sovereign will be corrupted if he enters it.

As for the Heart of the Abyss, it is the most evil, dark, and filthy thing in the bottomless abyss. It is also the most evil thing that was ejected from the Gate of Eternal Life to pollute the world!

Any existence that is contaminated by the Heart of the Abyss will immediately become unkempt, smelly, and decayed.

This is somewhat similar to the Five Deteriorations of Heaven and Earth when the heaven and earth were destroyed, and it is also a bit like the malignant aura of Hua Tiandu.

"Lead the way."

Yang Xuanzhen gave an order and was about to leave with Yu Huang and head to the Crimson Plane when an angry question suddenly rang out: "Which Heavenly Sovereign are you? Why do you want to kill the Seven Sons of the Divine Fire? Do you want to be my enemy and fight to the death?"

Boo!
As the voice rang out, ripples appeared in the space ahead. A middle-aged man wearing Confucian clothes and holding a flaming feather fan in his hand appeared in the ripples and stared at Yang Xuanzhen coldly.

(End of this chapter)