Returning from the end of the fairy road

Chapter 149 Rain of ink, tide of ink beasts

Xiao Yin was silent for a moment after hearing the words, but she was a little excited in her heart, because if she was the young master, she would definitely not lie without any basis, so she might have a way to save her parents and Grandpa Bai. It’s so good!
Chu Tianming added: "What you embody is the bloodline of the 'Purple Spirit Lineage'. When you were chased by the three elders of the Cang family, the bloodline had been faintly awakened. Only then can you rely on your own The physique forces him to escape for a long distance..."

"After you got the purple xuan wooden box left by Huiyue, I asked you to warm it with your own bloodline aura during cultivation, just to let it purify your bloodline... Do you know why Zhao Yue's mixed blood Will a monk or even a novice be attracted to it?”

"Just because that is the box Huiyue spent so much effort refining, its mystery lies not in what it contains, but in what it is."

"As long as you can get the approval of your ancestors, no matter how thin your bloodline is, relying on the bloodline resonance generated by the Zixuan wooden box, your bloodline will continue to be purified, and eventually it will be close to Huiyue."

"This bloodline refining method is the most precious resource Huiyue leaves to you and to those descendants who intend to return to the path of cultivation."

When Xiao Yin heard this, she couldn't help but touch her chest. Since the First Xuantian, the Zixuan wooden box had penetrated directly into her body. She didn't know what was going on, but she could feel that her blood was indeed flowing in her body. Refining at a very impressive speed.

Chu Tianming touched Xiao Yin's head and said, "The phenomenon of atavism will not last long. Once you adapt to this change, you can return to your human form. With the Huiyue Heart Technique and the Zixuan Wooden Box, your The path of cultivation will be relatively smooth, but crises and tribulations are inevitable."

Xiaoyin nodded obediently. The young master's words and encouraging eyes made her no longer obsess over her strange appearance, and allowed her to accept her bloodline calmly.

Moreover, it is indeed the case - if Xu Qingqian hadn't been oppressing everywhere this time, she would not have been able to break through and reach the peak of the Qiyuan Realm so quickly. You must know that she only started practicing not long ago. As far as humans are concerned, it is quite late.

Just when Chu Tianming was talking to Xiaoyin, earth-shaking changes occurred outside the shelter. The vibrations continued. The Wuchen Holy Land began to subside. The Shuxuan World shrank to the size of a continent, with no mountains or deserts. All that was left was an endless plain.

High in the sky of the Shuxuan world, black clouds cover one layer after another, like an airtight net, surrounding the entire Shuxuan world.

The Wuchen Holy Land finally calmed down, but there was no sign of the shelter's light barrier breaking. At this time, electric snakes swam in the black clouds, and a storm began to brew.

Chu Tianming took a sip of the wine, no one knew what it was better than him.After he turned a page, as soon as the Sixth Xuantian's refining power of "Dustless Holy Land" is over, the Seventh Xuantian's refining power will follow one after another.

When this aura was brewing to the extreme, there was only a "boom" sound, thick blue-white lightning split the black clouds, and suddenly heavy rain poured down.

"Why is there still rain behind the Wuchen Holy Land?" The cultivators were confused.

"Boom!"

Another bolt of lightning struck, and under the dark rain curtain, in the endless wilderness, a lonely palace could be vaguely seen, slowly appearing in the dusk.

In the boundless wilderness, there is a palace standing alone, exuding a desolate and distant atmosphere. It is so eye-catching. It seems that the palace is telling the world that I am here.

"That's it?" A monk noticed the palace and his pupils suddenly shrank.

"That's..." A monk was slightly startled.

Xu Qingqian sat up, with unknown thoughts flowing in her phoenix eyes, "That palace... actually appeared in advance?"

"Things after the Seventh Xuantian have appeared in this world at this time, one Xuantian earlier. Is it related to the strange movement just now?" Holy Son Ziyuan squinted his eyes and thought.

Only Lin Feng knew in his heart that this was done by the young master.

He knew that the young master forcibly made the book mysterious world come to the Seventh Xuantian, but throughout the ages, how many people can do this kind of method?
Thinking of this, he became more and more happy with his original decision. "Hongchen Daoist Academy, Hongchen Daoist Academy..." Chu Tianming said with a leisurely smile after taking a sip of Dao Chong wine.

He stood up, stretched, then put the wine gourd on his waist, clapped his hands, and said with a smile: "Finally out, you can leave."

Xiao Yin quickly followed. Xiao Bai got up from the ground, and then jumped onto Xiao Yin's shoulder. It fell there as if it were nothing, conveying no weight.

Lin Feng asked doubtfully: "Leave now? Isn't the rain the power of refining?"

Since ancient times, although many monks have entered the world of calligraphy, only a few have finally entered the palace. Lin Feng also knew very little about the details, so he couldn't help but ask questions.

"It's the power of refining, and it's also your opportunity." Chu Tianming moved forward without stopping, and reached the exit of the shelter's light shield.

Chu Tianming's actions immediately attracted the eyes of countless monks. They looked over one after another, not knowing what Chu Tianming was doing.

"What is he doing? Does he want to die?"

"To please the public, you will seek your own death." Holy Son Ziyuan shook his head.

Qingmang Jianzi frowned and thought.

Xu Qing Qianrao watched with interest.

Chu Tianming stepped out of the entrance of the light mask and walked into the pouring rain. Xiaoyin and Lin Feng followed behind and were soon swallowed by the heavy rain.

Walking in the heavy rain, Lin Feng suddenly discovered that the rain was not clear water, but black.

"Is this rain?" Lin Feng twirled his fingertips, "Is this ink rain?"

Chu Tianming smiled, and he didn't know when he had already held the Guihao pen in his hand.

At this moment, the ink raindrops falling on the plain exploded one by one, and a beast roar was heard. A powerful ink beast jumped out of the mist and killed Chu Tianming and others.

Chu Tianming waved his hand and Gui Hao Pen canceled the ink beast.After that, the ink beast turned into a clear drop of water, fell in front of Chu Tianming, and was put away by him.

Just after getting rid of the first ink beast, inks began to explode everywhere. A powerful ink beast emerged from the mist formed by each drop of ink. The auras emitted by these ink beasts were all... It’s the Yinlu Realm!

"So many ink beasts in the furnace realm!" Lin Feng was shocked. Thunder flashed across the sky, reflecting off the endless ink beasts on the plain. The ink beasts were of different sizes, but their heads were moving, and their number was like a vast ocean, which was shocking. Numb.

Xiao Yin also looked around with a solemn expression.

At this time, Chu Tianming's voice came to their ears, "Seventh Xuantian, ink turns into rain. What you have to do is to reach the palace before the tide of ink beasts swallows you up."

"Ink turns into rain, is this the refining power of the Seventh Xuantian? Is this the tide of ink beasts?" Lin Feng was shocked.

(End of this chapter)