Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 183 Yin-Yang Diagram Appears Shocking Thoughts

The sunlight casts into the azure blue sword-washing pool, casting layers of fine scale light.

Wu Meng took a look and stepped into the stone arch in front of him without any further delay.

As soon as I landed, the scenery around me changed.

Boom!

The boulder rotated, making a dull vibration sound. Under its grinding, fine white dust fell from the top of the head.

"careful!"

Before Wu Meng could react, Zhou Yunuo's reminder sounded.

Dust streaked across the side of his face.

At a certain moment, a strong light pierced his eyes.

Through the slanting sunlight, the particles of dust transformed into thousands of fine sword lights.

Puff puff!

Red blood flowed down his face, and half of his face instantly became bloody.

As soon as he entered the stone archway, he received a solid blow.

"This is the path to pure mind. Once you step here, everything you come into contact with may contain sword light."

Zhou Yunuo explained from the side.

Wu Meng nodded.

In this breath, the flesh and blood on his cheeks had returned to its original state, and the blood scabs fell off layer by layer under the movement of the muscles.

The sword intent that seemed to be mixed in it floated into the air and turned into powder, completely dissipating.

He glanced thoughtfully.

The ability to restore flesh and blood is one of the strengths of Wan You Xi Spirit Body. Although he improves quickly, the power of that inconspicuous 'dust' from before is no less than a mid-level spell!

However, for him, it was still a little short of the mark.

He spread out his consciousness and took a step forward.

Tick.

A drop of water fell from the top of my head.

He brushed it away with a wave of his hand and continued forward.

Snapped!

Another gravel flew and was shattered by his punch.

In just a few steps and a few breaths, the two of them passed through the arch and arrived at Stonehenge.

The light and shadow changed again. Wu Meng randomly selected a door and continued to move forward. The sword light began to become more condensed and thicker.

The wounds on his body also became dense and deep, and his whole body seemed to be stained with a layer of blood.

Even so, the pace still kept moving.

Zhou Yunuo followed suit and followed him, looking at the figure from behind, his eyes flashing slightly, his expression tainted with a hint of surprise and confusion.

When it comes to means, she knows that Wu Meng has many options to deal with the sword light.

But I chose the simplest and crudest one.

Could it be that his inner sins have affected his judgment?

But it doesn't look like that, because the other person seems careless, but his every move is thoughtful.

At least it blocked all the sword light and didn't cause any trouble for her who was following behind.

Therefore, it can only be that he is eager to save his teacher.

Zhou Yunuo looked at the other person for a few times and saw that he had quite a lot of energy, so he asked curiously: "Can you tell me something about Elder Song Mang?"

After that, she added: "If you don't mind."

"can."

Wu Meng's answer was surprisingly straightforward, probably because along the way, some past events kept popping up in his mind.

He doesn't have many relatives and friends in this world, and Song Mang is one of them.

This master helped me at several critical stages at the beginning of my practice.

If there were no ghost whales, there would naturally be no small derived spirit insects. Without the spirit toad swallowing technique, he would not be able to win the 'first pot of gold' in the Wuchi Club, the three-flower puppet wood technique and the wind-absorbing beast. It's hard to get the array.

Assuming that there is a world without Song Mang, his normal development trajectory should be to practice in a sect for twenty or thirty years.

If the Yunyao tree falls, it will be like the hozens dispersed, and just like the Jueshan Palace was destroyed, they will find a new home and continue to live in obscurity.

Until the next Jiazi Sword Market is opened, then seek to build the foundation.

Fifty years, this is Songmang's most direct gift to him.

Correct!

gift.

Every time the other party gave something to him, he kept saying that he would pay it back in the future, but at the last moment, he changed the subject and forced himself to have sex for nothing.

This is precisely what touched Wu Meng the most.

"He didn't tell me what he wanted, so I could only watch and give it..."

After hearing this, Zhou Yunuo's eyes changed slightly as he looked at the person in front of him.

"It's a pity that I only came in as an incarnation, so I can't give you much help."

"Incarnation?"

Wu Meng was surprised. Before he could say anything more, a gaze falling on him caught his attention.

Turning around, I saw two old acquaintances.

Also on the edge of passing Stonehenge, Yakumo Zhen and Lin Youjiang were staring at this side with their mouths open.

Especially Lin Youjiang's eyes were full of fear and shock, with a rather subtle feeling.

Wu Meng lowered his head and looked at himself.

In this moment, three insects fluttered their wings and cut out three more one-inch long bloody holes in his chest.

Even though he is already a blood man, he can still be recognized by this guy?

He felt a little incredible.

Of course, that was all, he withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward.

The two people on the other side were speechless for a while.

"..."

"...You Jiang...are you sure that's Wu Meng?"

Yakumo turned around and looked at the way he was looking, with an unreal feeling on his face.

The two of them came all the way, and it took them most of a day. Although they didn't go all out, they were definitely not slow.

But what's going on with the other party's leisurely stroll?

They were all cut into bloody men by the sword. Is this necessary?

He was greatly shocked.

Faced with his question, Lin Youjiang only replied: "Don't you believe my judgment?" "

"It's not that I don't believe it, I'm just curious about how you judge?"

"Premonition."

Yakumo's mouth twitched, and his eyes fell on Wu Meng again. In a moment, the figure had passed through Stonehenge and reached the lakeside.

Thinking about Songmang who was covered in blood earlier, he really looked like a master and a disciple.

only……

He took a sip of wine, with a hint of flushed excitement on his face: "Meng Haoyi and Xanthium have gone in, there must be something good to watch this time, right?"

"It seems that the strongest first-level monks in a hundred years will finally be decided here!"

Say it.

Suddenly there was blood flashing in another direction, and a strong fishy wind blew towards his face.

Turning around, he saw a melancholy man with bandages between his eyes, emerging from a stone formation somewhere.

"Scorpion Mo is here too."

Yakumo grinned widely and flicked his hair: "Let's speed up too, we can't miss this good show!"

……

Walking to the lakeside, lush aquatic plants blocked the road.

This time it is not like Stonehenge with sparse sword light and dense branches and leaves. It looks extremely beautiful, but in fact it is a huge meat grinding array.

Usually, if a monk in the late stage rolls up into it, he is afraid that when he comes out, there will only be a skeleton left.

Wu Meng stopped to look at it, then took a few pills and swallowed them.

The previous consumption was not considered large, but it may not be so after that.

These few pills are medium-grade small passage pills. They are all converted into flesh and blood essence by the Hukou Technique, and are temporarily stored in the body.

As he scanned, he spotted three figures in front of him.

Xanthium sibiricum, Ahu, and Meng Haoyi.

The former is in the center of the grass and trees, only the last three feet away from the lake. The latter is much faster.

As a Heart-Refining Sword cultivator, Meng Haoyi has a natural advantage here. To him, the swordsmanship is both an enemy and a friend.

The path to pure mind, as the name suggests, if the mind is pure, there will naturally be no obstacles.

When Wu Meng looked around, he saw that the other party had already arrived at the lakeside. With a light step, he disappeared into the hazy water.

He checked around carefully again, but there was no trace of Song Mang.

Has Master already entered the lake?

He couldn't help but feel a little anxious again.

In Song Mang's current state, there might be big problems when facing Meng Haoyi!

Thinking of this, dense fine scales appeared all over his body, his pupils elongated, and two gods were sitting cross-legged in them like two vertical pupils.

With the movement, thick blood scabs shook off his body.

In just a moment, all the sword wounds sustained along the way have been fully recovered!

He stepped into the thick, waist-high grass.

The branches and leaves swayed and flew, and thousands of sword lights hit the scales, making a clanging sound and causing blood and flesh to splash.

"Wait, something doesn't seem right!"

Zhou Yunuo's voice suddenly came from behind his head.

Needless to say, Wu Meng also noticed something unusual!

Right next to him, shoulder to shoulder, a clear figure in white robes and snow appeared at some point.

He put his hands behind his back and walked forward in the dense sword light. As if aware of his gaze, he turned his head to reveal a chiseled face.

"Fellow Taoist, I have been waiting here for a long time."

The figure smiled.

Wu Meng paused, his eyes flashing with strange light. Hearing this familiar tone, a name came to his mind.

"Ren Lu?"

"It is this sword."

"..."

The air suddenly became quiet, and there was only the sound of the wind blowing on the vegetation.

Although his face was expressionless, his whole body tensed up, and he felt an extremely strong strange feeling in his heart.

The Tianzhan Sect monk who died five hundred years ago appeared in front of him?

Is it true or false?

Is it a phantom? still……

The sins of my heart that I contracted!

In just an instant, he already had a guess.

From the corner of his eye, he looked at Zhou Yunuo, who was standing outside the grass and trees. He seemed to be completely unaware of this figure.

"Fellow Daoist Mo, did you see something?" the other party asked.

He did not reply, but said calmly: "What abnormality did fellow Taoist notice?"

Zhou Yunuo looked around with a trace of uncertainty on his face: "...Well, this place feels a bit similar to the divine mansion in Xiaozhupo."

The Divine Mansion in Xiaozhupo?

Isn’t that what the divine cultivator left behind? How could it appear in the Xinxiu Tianzhan Sect?

And the word the other party used was ‘similar’.

Could it be that the vision is caused by cultivating the mind to a certain level?

He instinctively wanted to adjust his mood and feel carefully.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, a scene appeared that shocked him and made his scalp numb!

In the peripheral vision, along with this thought, the yin and yang diagram behind him slowly emerged and began to rotate silently.

Chaos flows, yin and yang balance.

It was probably a reminder of the yin and yang diagram. The thought that was originally an ordinary thought before turned around again, and there was a strong sense of danger!

It was as if he had stepped off a cliff of ten thousand feet in one step, which made him feel frightened and dizzy.

"Fellow Daoist Mo! Fellow Daoist Mo!"

Zhou Yunuo's shout woke him up from his fear. Only then did he notice that his breathing was rapid and his heartbeat was so fast that it was about to jump out of his chest.

"...What's wrong?" He turned to look at the other person and responded.

"It feels like you're not in the right state. Are you affected by evil in your heart?"

Glancing at the other person's expression, he lowered his eyelids and finally breathed out.

The yin and yang diagram is still spinning behind me.

What can be rest assured is that Zhou Yunuo knows nothing about this, but looking back on his previous thoughts of 'trying to arouse his mood', he still doesn't understand that this is the Yin-Yang diagram giving an early warning.

Whenever this picture appears, it must involve some deep-seated things in the world of cultivation.

In other words, there is something very deep hidden here, and if he mobilizes his state of mind now, he can come into contact with it.

Reminiscent of a series of conjectures I had when I came in...

He was almost certain that the deep-seated things he felt had the most direct relationship with the destruction of Tianzhan Sect.

What the hell is it?

It can make the Huanghuang Sect at the top of the cultivation world disappear overnight!

In addition to being frightened, he became extremely curious.

However, the curiosity in his heart was suppressed in an instant.

At present, the technique is not evolving, and it is not yet known whether the Yin-Yang diagram can play a protective role. Contacting it rashly is courting death.

He panted slightly, completely giving up the idea of ​​mobilizing his mood, and even warned himself that he must not use martial arts here.

Only then did he look back, and the image behind him had disappeared.

On the contrary, the benevolent road transformed from the sin of his heart still stood there with a slight smile, as if waiting for his response.

"It's nothing serious, Fellow Daoist Zhou, I'll go in first."

After he finished speaking, he turned a blind eye to Ren Lu and turned his head to continue walking deeper into the lake.

……

……

Time goes forward half a day.

The Sword Washing Pond looks like a lake from the outside, but when you step into it, the light and shadow change, and you arrive at a small, empty and clear secret realm.

Stand in between.

Above is the rippling lake surface, with colorful brilliance refracted, like a dream.

At the foot is a 'round mirror' thirty to forty feet wide, with a smooth surface and a clear silver light.

In the center of the mirror is a sword mound, with hundreds of broken blades stuck in them, densely packed and staggered.

There were dead bones scattered in the middle of the hollow.

I think it must be the monk who passed the test here.

In the sky above the corpse, there was a fluid flying sword the size of a palm floating in the sky. The whole body was like water and gold, and the sword light was constantly colliding and shooting inside the sword body.

This thing has a mysterious appearance, and it looks like an incredible treasure at first glance.

In addition, there are landscapes around the sword tomb, in which there are many figures, talking and laughing, with various expressions.

The living figures seemed to be clustered around the withered bones, which looked extremely strange.

At this time, pine trees were crawling on the top of a mountain, which was one of the landscapes. There was a snow cap on the top of the mountain, and there was a monk with a sword flying through the mountain clouds.

"Yu'er!!"

"Yu'er...er...can you hear me?"

Song Mang looked excited and reached out to grab the figure, but it hit the mirror, causing ripples.

It turns out that the landscape where he is crawling is just a reflection in a mirror, and the figures in it are all false.

But for some reason, Zheng Yu, whom he was pursuing so hard, became one of the reflections.

I fished for pine mango for a long time. I hit a wall many times, and then I kept repeating it without realizing it.

His body was already covered with scars, and his hand bones were bruised and bruised, but he only used a rag on his sleeve to wipe away the blood.

Later, he simply used a technique to remove all the flesh and blood, and fished it out with his skeletal hands.

The light and shadow lasted for half a day.

The ecstasy on his face froze: "You didn't see me as a father... That's right! You must have not seen me as a father that's why you didn't say anything!!"

He summoned the rapids and used his bone palm to carefully clean up the unkempt hair.

"Yu'er...Yu'er..."

He looked down towards the top of the mountain again.

His reflection suddenly appeared in the clouds and mist. A dark eye socket happened to be reflected on Zheng Yu's thumb-sized figure.

It seemed like a black halo that was too thick to dissolve.

　Thanks to ‘Roger Otalifus’ and ‘Wolf Boy’ for the reward~

　　

　

(End of this chapter)