Joyful Zen

"If Daoyi and the others are here, we'd better find them as soon as possible. This place doesn't look like a good place. I'm worried that there will be evil spirits coming out!" Huo Yunzi said worriedly.

Liu Muqing nodded, but now that he has injuries on his body, he is not suitable to continue commanding, so he handed over the power to Huo Yunzi, and he entered the retreat cave to heal his injuries by himself. There will be no major problems.

The aura reserve in Lingshan is still extremely strong, Huo Yunzi also has a very clear insight, he will not enter the hinterland here rashly, he drives Lingshan slowly like a ghost, trying not to disturb the fog The creatures in it, even some pure Buddha light, were restrained, for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.

"There seems to be something wrong in front. Why is there a big stone monument?" Huangfuxue has been paying attention to the surrounding things. After traveling for thirty or forty miles, she suddenly found a huge black shadow blocking them right in front of them. The way of going, it turned out to be a stone tablet upon closer inspection.

"Woooooooo...Yangyang...Sasha..."

Weird voices gradually sounded from the air, as if someone was whispering in the wind, or as if they were reciting some eulogy. It felt like touching people's souls, and a moment of sadness lingered in everyone's hearts.

"A long time ago...the place where the immortals are...the hometown is desolate...what is there to rely on...the place where the battle is...the eternal existence of the soul..."

As he got closer to the stele, the sad voice became clearer, as if a white-haired old man whispered in his ear, so real and so heart-warming.

Suddenly a pink ray of light escaped from the Lingshan Mountain, and in the next second, he suddenly appeared in front of Huo Yunzi. This person was either someone else or Yaoyue who had been hiding in the depths of the harem and had never appeared before.

She stared blankly at the stone tablet in the distance, looking at the extremely simple words on the stone tablet, and the mournful sound in the wind, her eyes filled with tears unknowingly.

Huo Yunzi knew Yaoyue's identity, and also knew that this person must have survived from the age of the immortals in ancient times. His strength was so strong, and his light of knowledge, he might even compete with the strong men from the upper realm in his master's school. Maybe they know each other, so I don't dare to neglect in my heart.

"Senior, what is this..." Huo Yunzi thought for a while and then asked aloud.

Yaoyue didn't shift her gaze, staring at the black stone tablet in a daze, until after a long time, she calmed down and said: "This is the tomb of immortals. Many immortals were exiled here in the catastrophe, and finally fell here , That's why there are so many unwilling wailings, so many lonely souls wandering here, and this stone tablet exists!"

"Sorrow! Lonely soul! Stele! Could it be said that the stele in front of me was erected by the immortals? Doesn't it mean that under this stele is the resting place of the immortals!" Huo Yunzi couldn't help but exclaimed , even though he has a strong psychological quality, he still couldn't help screaming when he suddenly faced this situation, just because it really gave him too much surprise and disbelief.

Huo Yunzi's voice was naturally heard by many people without covering it up, and under such circumstances, there are countless strong people who pay attention to this place. At this moment, when he said this, it was like a sudden drip into the oil pan. A drop of water, and the whole thing boils.

"Fairy~"

"There are really immortals in this world. If this is true, then doesn't it mean that there is hope for me!"

"Immortal tomb, can it be said that even immortals can't live as long as the sky, and live forever? What's going on with all this?"

"..."

For a moment, the entire Lingshan Mountain was surprisingly quiet, but in the hearts of those high-ranking monks, monstrous waves rose up, like a big wave, which made people feel extremely shocked.The emergence of such a news stabilized many people's Dao heart, and also made many people's Dao heart turbulent again. Some people touched the edge of breakthrough, while others fell deeper and deeper into the fog.

"Then... what should we do now? Do we want to go and see? And is there any danger there?" Huo Yunzi couldn't help swallowing, and stammered.

Liu Muqing slowly walked out of the closed cave, and the next moment he came in front of Huo Yunzi and the others. Looking at the gray mist, he couldn't help feeling surprised.He was awakened by a monthly invitation, but he didn't expect to encounter such weird things.

"Is it really a fairy tomb? Can't be wrong?" Liu Muqing asked Yaoyue with a wry smile while rubbing his nose.

Yaoyue's face was serious and solemn, and she didn't have the playful mentality of the past. Seeing this, Liu Muqing also had an answer in her heart, swallowed the second half of her sentence, and continued: "After all, this is our senior, and It is very likely that there are seniors waiting for me in the middle, and again, we should all pay homage to it."

I only listened to Yaoyue and said: "This is not just a simple worship, let all people above the Jindan stage participate, and if they are destined, they may even get some unexpected benefits. The inheritance of immortals is not so common. !"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone present couldn't help but feel hot in their hearts. The inheritance of immortals, the legendary inheritance of immortals that can move mountains and seas, if they really get such inheritance, what a blessing it would be for them Points, how lucky ah.

"I'm going to gather people, you guys are waiting here!" Huo Yunzi's face was full of excitement, and he completely disappeared under his feet.

Liu Muqing can feel that this is an opportunity, an opportunity for the rapid improvement of the strength of everyone on their Lingshan Mountain, the inheritance of the immortals, just saying it can make people feel abnormal.

Thousands of monks gathered, some of these people had the lowest cultivation base and some of them were at the middle stage of Golden Core, and the most powerful were those monks at the late Nascent Soul stage like Liu Muqing.Wearing white onyx, according to the ancient etiquette that Yaoyue said, everyone slowly approached the huge stone tablet.

Huangfuxue played a faint soul-inducing song, as if summoning the fairies who died here.The sound of Huo Yunzi beating the spirit drum was deafening every time, as if he had returned to the exciting battle scene.

"The place where the immortals rest...the path is desolate...the soul does not exist..."

Liu Muqing stood at the forefront of the team, with simple and unadorned steps, as if he were a wizard summoning souls, but with the appearance of every movement and the sound of every eulogy, it made people feel the throbbing of the soul. A trembling of life.

"Xianlishi Jiang Meng, the soul is back"

Suddenly, Yaoyue stopped in her footsteps, pinched out an extremely complicated spell with both hands, and a ray of clear light suddenly appeared, as if a bright lamp suddenly appeared here, guiding the lost soul back.

"Ow~"

A loud roar suddenly resounded through the sky, and the next moment, the gray fog billowed endlessly, and some broken mirror images slowly appeared in the rolling gray fog, which were the remaining soul images of Xianlishi Jiang Meng.

In the gray mist, there was a huge man wearing this steel helmet and iron armor, and the black spiritual light gushed out, just like the vast ocean. Every time the terrifying fist was hit, some demons would be seriously injured. He was like Like a machine, it keeps crushing and killing, until it meets a demon as powerful as him.

The strength of the two is equal, and the defense is strong, as if two bulls collided together, madly rushing, madly confronting each other, and finally ended up losing both sides. At this moment, a black light flashed out in the void, a terrifying suction force Absorb it into it.

The mirror image keeps appearing, making the monks below dumbfounded. They know the power of the immortal, but it is only in existence and fantasy, but they have never seen it so clearly like today, that powerful method, that tragic The fight, the huge scene, makes people feel as if they are in it, and they can't help being a little passionate, but also can't help being a little bleak.

"The soul is back~"

There was another soft shout, and the next moment the mirror image shattered, and the figure of Xianlishi Jiang Meng suddenly turned into a flash of light, which appeared from the deep mist and landed in the body of a burly Golden Core cultivator.

"Ah~"

The screams immediately reminded me that the Jindan cultivator was crushed to the point of bleeding in an instant, but everyone knew that as long as he survived this test, the changes in the future would be infinite. It can be said that he is a The lucky one is a lucky one that everyone envies.

Liu Muqing glanced back, and said to the people on Lingshan: "Take him into the mountain and take good care of him. If he can survive this calamity, his future will be limitless!"

Looking at the monk who left, thousands of monks showed envy in their eyes. It is the inheritance of immortals. An opportunity for people to become immortals is right in front of them. It is up to them whether they can get it or not. Own luck again.

"Fellow daoists, worship sincerely. These seniors lost their lives because of the blood shed by us younger generations. Shouldn't we worship sincerely? Only those who worship sincerely can get theirs. Admit it!" Liu Muqing slightly turned her head and said aloud.

For a while, the whole worshiping team became much more solemn, and a strong atmosphere of sorrow and self-blame began to gather in it, making it difficult to feel that kind of unimaginable pain.

"Fairy colorful golden phoenix frosty moon, the soul is back~"

"Nine Yin Immortal Chang Mosha, the soul is back~"

"Admiralty Buddha Mani, the soul is back~"

"..."

As he got closer to the stele, Yaoyue could name more and more immortals, each of them came out of the gray mist with a shattered mirror image, and then chose those lucky ones, unknowingly, Dozens of people have already been selected by the immortals.