Apricot of the Great Desolation

Chapter 364

In a land of nothingness, there is no causal destiny, no time and space, and no disasters. There is only simple "nothing", the "nothing" corresponding to "being".

Here lies a giant with a rough face, switching back and forth between 81 true forms. These 81 true forms seem to include the appearance of all living creatures in the world.

The place where he is is surrounded by thousands of Dao, and the chaotic energy is chaotic, ups and downs. Seeing him is like seeing Dao, as if he is the son of the Dao.

It's just that his body was covered with marks from knives and axes, and was devastated, as if he had been severely injured. Every mark on his body made Zhang Ye feel frightened, as if every mark could wipe him out.

The giant's abdomen undulated slightly, his blood surged, and he made a thunderous sound, like a mighty river. It was clear that he was not dead yet.

In the distance, Zhang Ye looked at the scene in front of him with a shocked expression, feeling horrified in his heart.

The body shape reaches the sky, it is huge, it is set off by thousands of ways, the stars are surging, the divine power reaches the sky, and it transforms 81 times in a day, who is this but Pangu?
Many years ago, Zhang Ye had guessed that Pangu was not dead, but when Pangu's true body was placed in front of him, he felt a strong sense of unreality.

Whether it is the memory of his previous life or the innate inheritance he carries in this life, he has an answer:
"The heaven and earth are as chaotic as chicken eggs. Pangu was born in it, undergoing nine transformations and 81 transformations in a day. He raised his ax to open the sky and transformed into all things."

All the information shows that Pangu is dead, and even his body has turned into the primitive earth. Even the demon god who survived the chaos believes this statement.

Otherwise, how could they dare to take advantage of the psychological shadow that Pangu left on them?
Zhang Ye noticed Pangu's strangeness again, he breathed out from his nose, and when he exhaled, it turned out to be a nebula!A nebula encompassing the heavens and worlds.

A vast world was like a falling star, crashing towards Zhang Ye. Only then did he realize that the nebula he had encountered before was actually just the gas exhaled by Pangu.

The nebula surges like a wave of chaos. If it resists forcefully, a statue of the ninth level of Hunyuan will be torn to pieces.

Of course, Zhang Ye would not miss this opportunity. The weak world shadow in front was directly smashed, absorbing the fragments, improving his cultivation, and avoiding the powerful world shadow behind.

"Great God Pangu has unparalleled cultivation and extraordinary bearing. He must not care about the breath he exhales!" Zhang Ye comforted himself, and then continued to absorb it.

This nebula allowed Zhang Ye to take a step further in his cultivation. He was only one step away from the eighth level of Hunyuan Wuji. He would be able to break through after a little settling in the future.

After absorbing the phantom fragments of the world, Zhang Ye looked at Pangu's corpse in front of him and remained silent. It seemed that Pangu had been severely injured, so the question came.

What kind of existence can severely damage Pangu?
Zhang Ye, who is also a fellow practitioner of Wan Dao, knows very well that the farther you go, the greater the gap between this kind of Dao and the beings who practice a single Dao.

Pangu was at least a Hunyuan Wuji Perfection, and even more likely a half-step transcendent.

Coupled with the body of the Chaos Demon God and his identity as the Son of the Great Dao, even if he stood still, there was nothing that even three thousand Demon Gods could do.

At the very least, Zhang Ye could go up and slash with all his strength on Pangu's body, which had been severely damaged, without leaving even a trace on his body.

"Could it be that a transcendent person has appeared in this chaos? The road ahead is still open!" Zhang Ye thought to himself, a light gradually appeared in his eyes, and he continued to reason:
"Moreover, that detached person does not allow new creatures to detach!"

This is the most reasonable answer Zhang Ye can come up with.

Since Pangu is not dead, it means that the transcendent person is not as powerful as Zhang Ye imagined, or there is more than one transcendent person.

In any case, it is proved that Pangu is not invincible, there are stronger ones above him, Hunyuan Wuji perfection is not the end, transcendent people really exist.

However, it is too early to think about this now. He is still just a "little weak chicken" in the late stage of Hunyuan Wuji. He is not even the perfect Hunyuan Wuji, and transcendence is still far away from him.

There is no way to get out now, so I just have to practice here for a while.

Every breath Pangu exhaled was a large amount of cultivation resources for him. This was his treasured cultivation land!

After thinking about it, Zhang Ye suspended the Ten Thousand Dao Bell above his head and began to understand the great avenues in the origin of the Taoist Realm and Heavenly Dao, improve his own cultivation, and wait for the next breath of Pangu.

.........

On the other side, Agarwood has arrived in the east.

In a town not far from the East China Sea, in a restaurant.

Chen Xiang sat by the window, looking down at him with an ugly expression on his face, and feeling irritable in his heart.

His cultivation has reached the peak of Daluo, but he has been unable to break through to Quasi-Sage, and he doesn't know why.

In the ancient times, it was difficult for casual cultivators to cultivate to the Daluo realm without receiving the legacy of their predecessors.

Moreover, it has only been more than a hundred years since he was born. He spends most of his time traveling and practicing. How can he have time to make friends with Taoists?Naturally, he rarely talks to others.

Most of the practitioners Chen Xiang knew were the casual practitioners he met with Ao Chun back then. None of them were better than Da Luo, and the strongest ones were only Taiyi and his ilk.

They are also casual cultivators. They have some opportunities to reach that level of cultivation, but mostly it is because of the prosperity of spiritual energy in the ancient times.

To be honest, living in the prehistoric world is their greatest opportunity. Even a loser in the small world can hope to become an immortal once he comes to the prehistoric world.

No way, real dragons cannot be raised by diving.

Therefore, these people cannot give Agarwood any advice.

His current situation is that he doesn't know how to go further, and he doesn't know what's wrong with him. He still has no face to see Kong Xuan, and he can't find a way to solve the problem. The progress of his cultivation has come to a standstill.

"Another jug ​​of wine!" Chen Xiang shouted, the jug in front of him had already reached the bottom.

The wine in this world will not make you drunk, but if the wine is not drunk, everyone will get drunk!
Just when Chenxiang was drinking to drown her sorrows, a figure appeared in the restaurant. This was a middle-aged man with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes like ravines, an unkempt beard, and he looked a bit sloppy. His hair was covered with silver threads mixed with black threads. , back slightly bent.

This was Liu Yanchang who was looking for his son. As Chenxiang's cultivation level improved, it became more difficult for him to find him. If it weren't for the bloodline of father and son, the status of the Thunder Emperor, and someone secretly guiding him, he would have exhausted his energy and died long ago.

Even so, he now only has less than a hundred years to live.

A hundred years of life is naturally a long life for a mortal who is not skilled in spiritual practice, but for a monk at the fourth level of Confucianism and Taoism, dying before the age of three hundred is a short life.

Liu Yanchang walked up to the restaurant step by step and slowly sat in front of Chenxiang without saying a word.

Chen Xiang frowned and raised his head. Even though Liu Yanchang's appearance had changed drastically, Chen Xiang still recognized his biological father at a glance.

He looked at Liu Yanchang, who was much older, and couldn't help but stand up and get closer to Liu Yanchang. He didn't bother to ask why Liu Yanchang appeared here, but said in disbelief:
"Dad, why have you become like this?"

Liu Yanchang did not answer Chen Xiang's question, and a tired old voice came out: "Follow me back!"

The movement between the two people had already alarmed other people in the hotel, and their eyes were looking in the direction of the two people.

Chenxiang looked around, and with a thought in her mind, the world changed in an instant.

Liu Yanchang only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and in an instant he saw a fairy mirror, pavilions, fairy waterfalls, mythical beasts and birds, fairy flowers and exotic herbs.

The two of them sat opposite each other in a pavilion, with a stone table in the middle, and smoke from the teapot on the table, as if it had just been boiled.This is an immortal weapon refined from agarwood. It is a small cave. Don't even think about it being a world of its own. A high-end thing like the World Stone is not something he can get as a casual cultivator, but it can also be as large as a hundred miles in radius.

The spiritual energy floating in the air instantly made up for Liu Yanchang's shortcomings. His whole body began to grow reversely at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, Liu Yanchang returned to his youthful appearance.

It's just that he practiced Confucianism and cultivated his mind again. If he had practiced the immortal way, he would have become an immortal by now.

Seeing this scene, Liu Yanchang considered it in his heart, and said:

"I don't know where you got this ability from, but you don't know what kind of existence you are facing. Just go back with your father!"

Chen Xiang disagreed, and retorted: "Dad, you have never embarked on the path of spiritual practice, and now you are only at the fourth level of Confucianism and Taoism."

"I have attained Daluo enlightenment and reached the pinnacle of immortality. I am just one step away from embarking on the holy road. Yang Jian is just one step stronger than me, so he may not be invincible!"

When Liu Yanchang heard Chen Xiang's words, his expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were deep and he said:
"You haven't even figured out your opponent. Your opponent has never been Yang Jian!"

This sentence seemed to be earth-shattering and made Chen Xiang confused. He looked at Liu Yanchang, who had only cultivated to the fourth level of Confucianism and Taoism, and suddenly felt as if he had been seen through.

"Isn't my mother suppressed by Yang Jian under Mount Hua?" he asked doubtfully.

"It was indeed Yang Jian who suppressed your mother, but it was not Yang Jian who really suppressed your mother, but Tiangui!"

"Sky rules?"

Liu Yanchang continued: "During the more than a hundred years of searching for you, my father also came into contact with a lot of information and learned about the existence of the Heavenly Rules. The Heavenly Rules say: Immortals cannot fall in love, and Yang Jian is just a person who enforces the Heavenly Rules! "

Chen Xiang was a little confused. He remembered that Yang Jian said the same thing to him that his mother had violated the rules of heaven. But since Yang Jian was the one who enforced the rules of heaven, why did he say that Yang Jian was not his real enemy?

Facing his son's doubtful gaze, Liu Yanchang stood up, walked out of the pavilion, looked up at the sky with only daylight and no sun, moon and stars, and said in a deep voice:

"The real enemy of you and my son is not Yang Jian, but this day!"

"It's the Emperor of Heaven who is high above the nine heavens, it's the gods who are incestuous to all, it's the complete set of rules and order that Heaven has implemented for who knows how many years!"

At this moment, Chen Xiang suddenly realized that he seemed to have never understood his father. He seemed to have returned to his childhood, appearing so ignorant in front of Liu Yanchang.

Not only Agarwood, but many people who were peeping secretly were secretly amazed. It was indeed the reincarnation of the Thunder Emperor, and he could actually see this step with a mortal body.

Chenxiang still refused to admit defeat, and retorted: "Master said that with my Daluo cultivation, I can go to the ancient times. I heard that someone made a fuss in the Heavenly Palace back then. If my mother is not released, I will also make a fuss. Heavenly Palace!”

Liu Yanchang sneered and said: "You just said that Yang Jian is one step higher than you. Isn't the Emperor of Heaven, who is above the nine heavens and the leader of the gods, not as good as Yang Jian?"

Chen Xiang was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect this problem, or in other words, the only enemy he could see was Yang Jian.

"Then you don't care about my mother?" Chen Xiang asked.

"It's not that we don't care, it just needs to be considered in the long term."

"Thinking about the long term? Ten thousand years or 10 years? Every time I think of my mother being suppressed and suffering under Huashan Mountain, my heart is cut by a knife as a child!" Chenxiang stood up and said excitedly.

"You can live forever now, can't you wait ten thousand years or 10 years?"

"I can't wait, I can't wait even a moment." Chen Xiang roared.

"I have lost your mother, why don't you let my white-haired person give away the black-haired person?" Liu Yanchang roared in a low voice, and then his voice became gentle, and he said seriously:

"That's my wife. If it weren't for your existence, your mother and I would have been suppressed under Mount Hua 150 years ago! We were born in the same quilt and died in the same cave."

Chen Xiang was speechless for a moment, but he still insisted on his point of view and refused to give in. The father and son were in a stalemate for a while.

After a while, Chen Xiang saw that she really couldn't defeat her father, so she simply tried to force herself and said:
"Dad, I am no longer a child. I will walk the road in the future, and my mother will naturally find a way to save her, so you don't have to worry!"

After saying this, his figure slowly disappeared. Liu Yanchang stepped forward and wanted to grab Chen Xiang, but his palm actually penetrated Chen Xiang's body. It seemed that what he saw in front of him was not a real person, but just a shadow. He could only shout anxiously:

"Agarwood! Agarwood! Don't be impulsive!"

Liu Yanchang tried his best to dissuade him, but he was only at the fourth level of Confucianism. If he became a great Confucian, Chenxiang would have no power to fight back in front of him, even with the white lotus lantern.

But there was no if, so he could only watch Chen Xiang leave.

……

At this time, there are a lot of people who pay attention to Chen Xiang, and this amount of calamity involves too much, Sanqing must use the energy of the amount of calamity to promote his own cultivation, cover up the secrets, and thus get rid of the saint's personality.

Therefore, no one dared to interfere and could only let the calamity develop on its own.

Kong Xuan kept a trace of his mind on Chenxiang at all times, just because he was afraid that he would encounter any danger.

Fighting at the Daluo level is not simply to make the opponent's soul fly away, but to directly erase the opponent's traces in the long river of time and space to avoid cheating.

Kong Xuan was just such a precious apprentice and the child of his own junior brother, so he always paid attention to Chen Xiang.

He had heard the conversation between Chen Xiang and Liu Yanchang just now. He was in a state of confusion and said to himself:
"I won't teach this child to be a reckless man, right? No, no, no, he must be corrected, he must have a heart of awe, and he should suffer some blows!"

After saying that, he took a step forward and came to the mouth of Guanjiang River. He met Yang Jian, who also paid attention to agarwood all the time, and said straight to the point:

“Junior brother, it’s time for Chen Xiang’s cultivation to be transformed!”

Yang Jian, who was still watching the quarrel between Chen Xiang and his father with great interest, was suddenly stunned. He turned back to look at Kong Xuan who had appeared in his dojo unknowingly, and smiled reluctantly:

"Senior brother, when you come to Guanjiangkou, you are really disappointed!"

Kong Xuan looked at Yang Jian with a smile on his face and whispered softly: "Junior brother, do you know what I mean?"

Yang Jian was immediately discouraged and said, "Why me?"

"If you are not convinced, you can go to the underworld to discuss it with your elder brother. In short, someone needs to go there!"

"Ugh!"

Yang Jian sighed lightly, and without mentioning the matter of entertaining Kong Xuan, he walked out of the door and roared:
"Where are brothers Meishan? With the twelve hundred grass-headed gods, follow me to arrest those who violate the rules of heaven!"

"Get the decree!"

(End of this chapter)