Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 585 The Old Man

It seems that after discovering that the void was locked and unable to escape from this small world, he could only try every possible way to survive in this small world without any spiritual energy and full of filth.

"Since you don't want to be my enemy, why do you suddenly show up?"

The old man was somewhat dissatisfied: "Just now, didn't you see that the earth of this world turned into an ocean, and the silent filth overturned the sky and the earth? You are strong and healthy, but if you come a few more times, I will not be able to survive."

Wen Lianggong didn't say much when he heard this, but just asked, "Where is this place?"

The old man was a little surprised, as if he had not expected Wen Lianggong to ask such a question?

He was a little surprised and asked, "You don't know this place?"

"nature."

Hearing this, the old man looked at Wen Lianggong with some pity and shook his head: "In the past millions of years, I have encountered several creatures who accidentally fell in. There are no secrets or keys, and this tomb is a world of its own, constantly moving in the void. But they fell into it like this. I don't know whether it is their luck or misfortune."

In the old man's opinion, this probability is even rarer than that of the Daluo Dao Fruit.

Wen Lianggong remained silent. He couldn't say that he was cursed, and then used the ominous curse as a coordinate and the iron rod as a bridge to penetrate the void of all realms and rush in.

This damn place, where one can only enter but not exit, really gives him a headache.

And the soul-guiding lamp...

Wen Lianggong looked at the old man with deep eyes, as if he didn't sense anything. Or, when the whole earth turned into a churning ocean of filth, it was already very difficult for the other party to protect himself, so how could he have the time to sense the changes in the outside world?

That filthy ocean...

To be honest, if Wen Lianggong had not learned the art of transformation, he would have been completely submerged in this ocean of filth, without even a single ripple.

Wen Lianggong's mind raced, but he didn't care too much. This place was truly a place that even he could hardly imagine. It was simply too weird.

Even though he went to the inner realm of the fairyland, looking at the incomparably huge skull of a divine corpse floating in the void of the universe, the entire universe was plunged into a bloody dark red visual color, which made people feel uncomfortable at a glance.

But it's still bearable.

But now, in this small world that is just a round sky and an square earth, he truly felt how filthy the turbid air was as the clear air rose and the turbid air fell.

It is hard to believe that there were practitioners in the past who specifically absorbed turbid air to train themselves and cultivate their Taoism.

What's the difference between this and playing those dirty games?!

Wen Lianggong asked, "What exactly is this place?"

Seeing Wen Lianggong asking again, the old man did not keep him in suspense, but just grinned and said, "Daoyou, I have to congratulate you. This is the place that those creatures in the outside world are trying their best to find, the Tongtian Secret Realm!"

"Tongtian Secret Realm?"

Wen Lianggong raised his eyebrows, and finally remembered a message he saw in the library.

In ancient times, the Saint Tongtian used the four swords of the Immortal Executioner to set up the Immortal Executioner Sword Formation, fought against the four saints, and finally died, and his body turned into the Secret Realm of Tongtian. Although I don't know what happened inside, it is certain that three saints really died at that time. This Saint Tongtian, with the Immortal Executioner Sword Formation, used a life-threatening method to drag two saints to the back.

This is actually a large tomb where a saint is buried.

Thinking of this, Wen Lianggong couldn't help but have a subtle change on his face, his expression was a little gloomy: "Are you saying that this is a saint's tomb?!"

"Yes!" The old man smiled, stretched out his skinny fingers and pinched his breath, and said with a little complacency: "When I was excavating the ruins of an ancient sect, there was a broken jade tablet that recorded this incident. I kept it in mind. After I achieved the status of Golden Immortal, I spent nearly a million years to finally find clues and finally found this saint's tomb."

At this point, the old man sighed and said, "I thought that my sect's method of avoiding disasters and escaping calamities would not be useful even if we came in, and we could escape unscathed if we encountered danger. I didn't expect that this place was set up by the saints with a huge formation that prevented us from entering or leaving.

Now, after wasting eight million years, my foundation has been used up, and my magic power will be exhausted. I am afraid that in a few more years, I will be assimilated by these filthy and foul airs. "

At this point, the old man shed a few tears of regret in his eyes: "It's a pity that I am not from the Saint Sect. I thought I could obtain the Saint's Dharma from the Great Sage Tongtian, but I didn't expect that when I came here, I realized that I had stepped into a big pit. It's so painful, so painful!!"

Wen Lianggong's heart was slightly moved, and he asked, "Is there a method of cultivation for the sage Tongtian here?"

"It's natural."

The old man replied, "When Saint Tongtian fell, the saints who besieged him did not gain any advantage, but suffered a great loss instead."

A hint of enthusiasm flashed across his face: "This shows that the wealth of a saint has still not been obtained!"

Wen Lianggong could see that the reason this guy could hold on until now, besides because of his wealthy family, his greatest hope was to find the inheritance of a fallen saint.

Wen Lianggong was also very moved when he heard this.

If one could inherit the ultimate Dharma from a saint, then one would not have to think about how to join the Shangqing sect and obtain the Yuanshi holy Dharma and the Taishang true skill.

Seeing Wen Lianggong's appearance, a strange look flashed in the old man's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved up, but finally calmed down in an instant.

Wen Lianggong asked, "You have been here for eight million years, haven't you found the fallen body of the Holy Man?"

The old man said helplessly: "You will understand after you stay here for a long time. The foul air can corrode your magic power and pollute your soul. If you stay in this environment for a long time, it would be a blessing if you don't fall in your cultivation realm. If you use your spiritual consciousness to search everywhere, when you take back your soul power, it will pollute your own soul. This world is vast and broad. Even if I have eight million years, I can't turn this world upside down."

You can't trust everything this old man says. Nine out of ten of his sentences are true and one out of ten is a lie. If you listen to some of his words and lead him astray, you will most likely end up in an irretrievable situation.

Instead of doing that, Wen Lianggong would rather explore it on his own.

"Okay, you can go."

Just as the old man continued his long speech, Wen Lianggong spoke in a cold voice, causing the old man to stop talking abruptly. The words he uttered were still stuck in his throat, and he couldn't help but make a "ho ho" sound.

The old man looked a little surprised: "If you are alone, I am afraid that even if you die here, you may not find any way out. How about we work together?"

"Still not leaving?"

Wen Lianggong raised his eyebrows, immediately picked up the iron stick, and shook the magic power in his body, so that the stick was covered with a layer of black and clear light.

(End of this chapter)