Shrouding the Sky: The Empress Against the Immortals

Ling Song did not refuse the villagers' kindness, and after thanking Liu Lianyi earnestly, he settled down in this newly built thatched hut.

Since then, she has lived in seclusion and spent almost all her time on cultivation.

I only go out occasionally to catch a few wild boars, roe deer, etc., and give them to Liu Lianyi and Zhong Wushu to thank the villagers for their care of her.

Time flies, and the time flies by.

There is no time to practice, and it has been three cold and hot days in a blink of an eye.

On this day, Ling Song woke up from the closed state that lasted for a whole month. There was an electric light flickering between the opening and closing of his cold eyes, the brilliance was shining, and the temperament of his whole person almost changed drastically.

She broke through.

After returning from the five-color altar three years ago, Ling Song retreated for half a month and successfully entered the realm of the bridge of the gods.

Now three years later, she broke through again, extended the rainbow bridge above the Sea of ​​​​Bitterness, built a skyline across the Sea of ​​​​Bitterness, successfully crossed the Sea of ​​​​Bitterness, and came to the fourth stage of the secret realm of Lunhai - the realm of the other shore .

Ling Song stood up from the futon, pushed open the wooden door of the thatched cottage, and walked outside.

The moon and stars are rare in the sky, insects and birds are singing in the wild, and the small village at the foot of the mountain is quiet.

Different from breaking through the realm of Shenqiao last time, this time breaking through to the other side is more like a breakthrough in the state of mind.At this moment, Ling Song's whole person seems to have a back-to-basics mood.

She couldn't detect the energy fluctuations in her body, and she didn't seem to be so extraordinary, but like an ordinary mountain village girl.

Only those big beautiful eyes are still as clean and clear as before, full of aura.

With the growth of age, Ling Song's eyes have faintly had the shape of peach blossom pupils.

Three years later, her figure is also much taller than before, about six feet, only slightly shorter than an adult.

She flew up, and came to the small river from the short hill in two ups and downs.

The sound of the river rushing at night sounds inexplicably pleasant and calms the mind.

Ling Song squatted on the bank, habitually picked up a handful of water and poured it on his face, intending to wash his face.

In fact, at her current state, she is already clean and spotless, but Ling Song likes to enjoy the cool feeling of water pouring on her face.

The riverside in autumn is a place where mosquitoes gather.

With Ling Song's arrival, countless flies and fine mosquitoes were attracted and regarded her as prey.

But before these little flying insects landed on her body, they all fell, and their lives were terminated silently.

After crossing the sea of ​​bitterness and reaching the other shore, Ling Song's control over his own divine power has reached the point where he can command him.

As long as the mind is moved, the divine power can be displayed at will.

At the same time, her five senses of spirituality have also been greatly improved, and she can clearly sense movements within a radius of one mile around her.Even if it is a small mosquito, when it soars, it flaps its wings a few times, as long as she is willing, she can feel it clearly.

As for the real strength, Ling Song didn't plan to find a place to verify it, and didn't need to verify it.

Because from the realm of Shenqiao to the realm of the other shore, it can be regarded as the first hurdle that monks need to break through with their own understanding.

During this period, monks will experience a period of "lost disaster", deprived of their five senses, lose their spiritual sense, and become a cripple who is not as good as ordinary people.

An endless fog will appear in the sea of ​​suffering, and even people's minds will be covered.

If it is serious, it will sink and be lost forever.

This is the first tribulation on the path of cultivation.

Only by passing this hurdle can we understand where the "other shore" is.

In a sense, the existence of this level is beneficial.

Such a difficult and crisis-ridden road to breakthrough means that the strength improvement after the breakthrough is leaps and bounds.

Even if many monks are trapped here and become useless, as long as they break through, they will be baptized physically and mentally.

Ling Song is like this at the moment.

She took this step, and the blinded five senses recovered, and the endless mist in the sea of ​​suffering dissipated, and the consciousness and spiritual perception of the whole person became extremely clear, and the most important thing for a monk was born in the sea of ​​consciousness between the brows - Consciousness.

It allows monks to break through some illusions, ignore physical barriers, and ignore language barriers, and can directly communicate with others in terms of original consciousness.

If Ling Song is allowed to use the strength of the other shore realm to deal with herself who was once in the Shenqiao realm, she is confident that she can suppress it with one hand.

This is the realm of the other shore.

……

In the twilight of the morning, Ling Song returned to the small village.

She put a few fat gray hares at the gate of Liu Lianyi's family, and then returned to the residence that the villagers helped her build.

The last time she broke through the Shenqiao realm, Ling Song's sea of ​​bitterness was full of blue waves, the sound of the waves was like thunder, and countless rainbows were reflected, rendering the place where she lived like a dream, which shocked many villagers.

Since then, in order not to disturb the villagers, Ling Song only came here when he was not in retreat.

When she needs to retreat, she will lock the door and go back to practice in the thatched hut left by Master Ao Shan.

In this way, irrelevant interruptions can also be avoided.

Ling Song took out the key and opened the iron lock. No one lived in the house for nearly two months, but there was no dust. It was obvious that someone was often helping to clean it.

She went to the bed covered with straw mats and sat down cross-legged, using the mysterious method of "Taiyin Ancient Scripture" to continue to practice, so as to consolidate the foundation of the other side realm.

After a while, the sun rose.

On the other side of the village, Liu Lianyi got up yawning, and when he opened the door to fetch water, he found a few wild rabbits lying in front of the door. He immediately beamed with joy: "Eh, Miss Song is back?"

"This rabbit is fat enough, how many crops did it steal?"

Liu Lianyi picked up a few fat rabbits and looked them over, then turned around and went back to the house, and explained to his wife who was getting dressed: "Song girl is back, and brought us food, after plucking the hairs and washing them, we will share them." One point, let Erhu and the others send some to each family."

"When did you come back?" The wife who was wearing a gray skirt asked in surprise.

"I guess he came back at night. I don't know. I'll ask later."

Liu Lianyi threw a few hares on the table, carried a shoulder pole, picked up two wooden buckets and went out.

He made a special detour to Ling Song's side, and nodded slightly when he saw that the door was no longer locked as before.

Sure enough, he is back.

Knowing that Ling Song might be practicing, he didn't step forward to disturb him, so he turned and left.

In the room, sensing Liu Lianyi's departure, Ling Song calmly closed his eyes again.

In the next month, Ling Song completely stabilized in the realm of the other side.

She stopped practicing, and turned to emptying her mind, sitting and watching the clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky, lying down and listening to the wind and rain beating the plantain fan, and lived an ordinary life for a month.

……

Shenzhou ancient star field.

This is a vast and vast wilderness.

There are stretches of big mountains towering over it, vast and lonely, with no end in sight, as if across the world.

Standing here, mortal beings seem to be facing a vast starry sky, and can deeply realize how small they are.

Every big mountain towers into the clouds, and the clouds and mist rise from the mountainside. The whiteness is like a vast ocean, and the dense aura is almost turning into liquid, full of vitality when the world first opened.

This is a terrain beyond common sense.

If you fly high into the sky, you can clearly see 99 huge dragon veins gathered from all directions, and at the very center, tens of thousands of dragon head peaks rise high.

This is not an adjective.

It's the real Ten Thousand Dragon Shoufeng.

Every mountain peak has naturally evolved into the shape of a dragon's head, which is completely natural and can be called uncanny workmanship.

From time to time, the slightly opened dragon's mouth swallowed and exhaled essence, and the surroundings were filled with chaos, and the aura was like water. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a fairyland on earth.

At this moment, in the central area where thousands of Longshou Peaks gathered, a group of black-armored heavenly soldiers guarded around the circular depression below Longshou Peak, and many figures were busy arranging something.

Judging from their clothes and the flags fluttering around them, it is the Yuhua Dynasty!
"Look at the command flag in my hand. As long as I wave it, I will immediately pour a kind of blood on it. Who dares to hesitate or make mistakes, I will light his sky lantern!" An old man held a small triangular command flag, his eyes were cold Cold and harsh.

Not far in front of him, there were nine old men sitting cross-legged on the ground, chanting some kind of ancient scriptures in unison, with pious and solemn expressions.

The object of their chanting is not some gods and Buddha statues, but a very mutilated artifact.

It was placed on a temporary platform of yellow clay, with three legs, full of cracks, like a large three-legged plate, but there was a big hole in the middle of the "plate".

If you observe carefully, you can barely see that this is a tripod.

But now only less than one-third of the body remains, and the upper half of the round tripod wall has almost completely disappeared.

The three-legged remnant tripod with mottled marks presents a rusty green copper color, which looks extremely old.

A group of powerhouses from the Yuhua Dynasty paid homage to it, chanted scriptures, and at the same time continued to refine it with divine power.

Whenever the old man next to him holding the command flag waved the command flag, someone immediately stepped onto the yellow clay platform, cut open his chest, and poured blood on the green copper tripod until he shouted to stop.

After a period of time, when the old man waved the flag again, another person went up to water the copper tripod.

This cycle has been going on for more than two years.

Those who were pushed up to pour the blood into the copper tripod were all young, men and women, but at this moment their expressions were all decayed, their mental outlook was very bad, and their faces were pale.

Needless to say, the importance of heart and blood, even for monks, every drop is extremely precious.

And every time the old man waved the command flag, the people who went up had to release at least a big bowl of blood. Even if they were all monks, they couldn't bear such consumption at all.

Unfortunately, these people have no way to be replaced.

It can be seen from the colorful and magical blood poured out by them that each of these young people has extraordinary bones and is a rare genius.

brush!
The old man in feather clothes waved the command flag again.

Among the group of young people with decrepit expressions, a certain boy was pushed out by two powerful monks: "Ling Su, it's your turn!"

Ling Su walked up to the earthen platform with a pale face, tore off her skirt to reveal her scarred chest, cut open her left chest with a hand knife, and golden blood gushed out immediately.

No need for him to do anything, the old man waving the flag has already guided the strange golden blood to pour on the green copper tripod drop by drop.

The severe pain made Ling Su tremble all over, and his teeth were almost crushed, but he didn't dare to move. Not only could he not use the mysterious method to repair the wound, but he even had to continue to cut open the wound when it was about to congeal, so as to keep the blood flowing continuously.

With the passing of blood, Ling Su's already pale face became paler and paler.

With the end of this watering, Ling Su almost rolled down from the yellow mud platform, and he almost lost the strength to stand up.

Two soldiers stepped forward, grabbed his hand, brought him back to the group of young people who had the same experience, and threw him on the ground indifferently.

Soon, another person came over and sprinkled some medicinal powder on Ling Su's wound to stop the bleeding.

"Am I going to die? I beg you, can you help me take care of my sister in the future?" Ling Su lay on the ground, looking at the people around her expectantly, her anger was like a thread.

Unfortunately, almost no one pays attention to him.Those young geniuses who came here together, who used to be full of spirits, are now all expressionless, like walking dead.

Only the doctor who treated Ling Su's wound said calmly: "Don't worry, you won't die for the time being. Xianding still needs at least three rounds of blood pouring, and we won't let you die until the final pouring is completed."

The medicinal powder in his hand obviously had a special effect, and the moment he spoke, Ling Su's wound had already stopped bleeding and scabbed.

After putting away the powder, a light flashed in his palm, and another small white jade bottle appeared.

It contained some kind of spiritual liquid, and as the doctor uncorked the bottle, a refreshing fragrance immediately wafted.

Holding the back of Ling Su's head, he poured a whole bottle of spirit liquid into Ling Su.

Not long after drinking the spiritual liquid, Ling Su's energy recovered a lot, and an abnormal flush appeared on his pale face.

"Hurry up and refine it, don't waste the power of the medicine." The doctor urged.

Ling Su silently sat up cross-legged, and did as she was told.

He has done the same thing many times.

Every time after letting go of most of the heart and soul, Yuhua Shenchao will use this method to warm and nourish them, so that their lives will not be in danger, but it is also difficult to return to their original state.

He, and all the young talent here, they've been lied to.

The Yuhua God Dynasty collected them from all over the place, nominally wanting to recruit disciples and pass on the ancient scriptures of the great emperor, but in fact they were all raised up and used to "cure" the green copper tripod with humanoid medicine.

When teaching them to cultivate, all kinds of elixir and liquid were given to them without hesitation, just to let them improve their cultivation and reach the four-pole secret realm as soon as possible.

Because only in this way, the painstaking efforts in their bodies are valuable, and they can withstand the consumption caused by long-term bloodletting, so that they will not die immediately after the bloodletting.

three times……

From the words of the doctor, Ling Su seemed to have a premonition of his own death.

Half an hour later, Ling Su, who had refined the psychic liquid, stood up reluctantly, walked unsteadily to a huge boulder nearby, and carved a line of words on it in great despair:

"I'm going to die, who... can take care of my sister for me?"

The handwriting is very scribbled, because it is too weak, even the divine power can no longer be accurately controlled, and two of the characters even look a bit blurred, leaving no obvious marks.

For his actions, some around him sneered, some ignored him, and no one really cared.

In the next half month, the frequency of pouring blood into the green copper cauldron began to increase, and soon reached the final round.

On the yellow clay platform, the green copper tripod stained with countless blood exudes a coquettish light.

And below it, there are corpses in disorder.

Those young geniuses who had poured their blood in front had completed their missions one by one. They were lying on the ground, and no healer came forward to treat them.

Every corpse is young.

Looking at this tragic scene, Ling Su no longer felt sad, only the final unwillingness: "God's blood, demon blood, and Buddha's blood have all been poured on it, and it will be my turn soon. It doesn't matter if you die, but who can help you?" I take care of my younger sister, she is still too young, I am worried."

Seeing that it was Ling Su's turn, he knelt down on the ground with a thud, and kowtowed to the person beside Yuhua Shenchao.

"Please, this is my last wish. If you go back, help me raise my younger sister. I don't ask you to take care of her, just let her live. Please!"