Seeing this scene, Qingluan didn't care too much.
He has been observing the younger generation Yao Qingying for thousands of years.
His current strength may be a little worse, but his character is absolutely fine!
Passing the position of Emperor of the Demon Clan to this junior, the only thing he has to do now is to cultivate him into an invincible world before he truly reaches the end!
Thinking of this, Qingluan immediately spoke with a clear voice: Three days later, all the demon clans will come to Yuyuan!
This sound was like a bell lingering, instantly spreading throughout Qingyao Mountain.
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Mt. Kuji.
Secret place.
Under the high cliff, a three-legged and high tripod stands quietly.
This large tripod is a hundred feet high, with clouds and thunder patterns engraved around it, and countless human races have patterns such as farming, hunting, attacking, building cities, weaving, etc., engraving them on it.
However, in front of the high cliff, the big cauldron is as small as a drop in the water.
At present, the cauldron is filled with five-color sacrifice incense. Under the burning of the spiritual fire, smoke and clouds are lingering, and the clear bitter aura is rapidly dissipating.
This fragrance is made of thousands of medicinal materials and ores. After burning, the fragrance fog circles and rises, covering the high cliff walls bit by bit.
The wall stands thousands of feet high, the whole surface is rugged and uneven grass grows, and they are all hard rocks that are hard to reach.
These hard rocks are carved with elegant figures.
Many figures looked out, some were heroic, some were old, some were as beautiful as children, some were ordinary, and some were as beautiful as flowers... They were either roaming the forest, holding flutes leisurely in the courtyard, or folding flowers and laughing at the red tower, or hanging silk and fishing on the riverside... The only similarity is that almost all figures are peaceful and quiet, and seem to be in the same source as the surrounding mountains and forests, without any inconsistency.
At the top of the high cliff, there is a vague back that is already irrecognizable.
The back was tied with a slightly sloppy bun, and the big sleeves were floating, as if they wanted to ride the wind and disappeared completely from this cliff.
The incense burned wildly, and the smoke became more and more vast.
It was like a green bird flying, quickly spreading the entire cliff.
All the statues entering the fog seemed to have some awareness, and they became more and more agile in vaguely.
He stood in a dark Taoist robe in the air, raised his hand over the head before the big tripod, and bowed his waist, but he danced in an extremely simple and mysterious way.
The void is silent, but the fragrance mist is graceful, coiled and tumbling, as if dancing for it.
This dance is not intense, and every movement is full of solemnity and solemnity, which is very different from the present, as if it has returned from ancient times.
The dark Taoist robe fluttered in the wind. When she turned around and danced, she could see her long eyebrows and eyes, and her figure was straight, looking like a young man.
However, his hair is snow-white and his eyes are deep, as if he has experienced countless years. His breath is calm and indifferent, and he is like a unity of wind, water, trees, flowers and plants..., fresh and vigorous.
This dance has been held forty-nine days.
He was extremely skilled in the whole process of bowing for three days, danced for seven days, burning incense on nine days...
However, on the cliff he was looking at, there was no change except for a little inspiration.
The black figure looked calm and never showed any impatience.
After a dance festival ended, he summoned Qingquan to wash his hands, closed his eyes and focused for a moment, and stood up to dance again.
This time, he had barely stepped on several beats, and immediately felt something and looked at somewhere above.
Through the thick fog, all the statues could be seen vaguely without any movement, but the cliff seemed to come alive.
Vibrant vitality comes to your face!
The original inspiration here is further enriched, and countless ordinary plants and trees are free from wind, as if they have wisdom at this moment.
Suddenly, one of the figures shook slightly on the cliff.
All the scenery around them faded away instantly, and the entire world turned into a chaotic space in a blink of an eye.
At the same time, a vague and lofty aura descended wildly!
This is the breath of immortals!
Even though the black figure was already in the Mahayana state, it immediately felt the terrifying pressure and rolled down!
Even though he was in the Mahayana of the sixty-four kalpas, he still could not look directly or bear it. Without any hesitation, he immediately stopped dancing, withdrew his gaze to look at the cliff, and bowed his head and bowed: The younger disciple, "Xiang Zai", please respectfully ask the ancestors for their good health!
On the cliff, the old figure was chanting in a distant voice: But is it time to start the chess game of Fusheng again?
Xiangzai said respectfully: Go back to the ancestor, that's right!
The person in front of me was the ancestor of Jiuyishan who ascended to the immortal world when the last Fusheng chess game was started, Xiaozheng!
All the nine sects have means to communicate with the upper realm, but every time the mortal immortals pass through, the cost is extremely high, and they need to pay all their own energy. Therefore, only on the eve of the opening of the immortal road, each sect will contact the upper realm.
Therefore, although Xiang Zai has not spoken yet, Senior Xiao Zheng already knows his purpose.
Xiaozheng quickly said: The sky is so strict, and immortals are not connected with ordinary people.
Even if it is my junior, we should not be too partial.
Now you can only ask one thing, and I will try my best to answer it in detail.
Xiang Zai nodded and immediately said: Master, the four sects of the Demon Sect communicated with the upper realm and asked about immortal arts.
It was my turn to come and ask for advice on the chess game.
What our sect wants to ask about this time is the good or bad luck of this chess game.
The fragrance fog sways like clouds, mountains, and sea of mists, blurring Xiao Zheng's face and body. He fell into silence for a moment, and then he said: Good luck!
Xiang Zai's complexion remained unchanged, and immediately asked: Why?
Xiao Zheng nodded slightly, this is the same problem.
What he said next is a detailed answer to this question. This move does not violate the laws of heaven!
In fact, every time the nine major sects communicate with the upper realm, they can ask one question, and together they will be nine questions.
In order to obtain more and more favorable clues, these nine questions have long been well studied by nine sects.Every problem can play a huge role in the chess game.
So, Xiao Zheng continued: Every game of floating life is related to the previous game.
Last time in the last chess game of Fusheng, the immortal road leads to the "Hengxie" of Chongming Sect.
The chess game he drew was the beginning of the battle of prehistoric times.
In the end, he failed to ascense, and all those who went to the game that time died.
That game failed, and the next game holder who needs to play is basically the same endgame.
Therefore, the last chess game of Fusheng was a sign of great danger.
Upon hearing this, Xiang Zai frowned and immediately asked: The last chess game of Fusheng was also a battle in the prehistoric world?
Then this time...
Xiaozheng shook his head slightly and said: No!
We were able to succeed in ascension that time, of course we won another game!
In that chess game, the alien races were dominating the world, and their power and status were like cooking oil in the fire, and the human race was as declining as grass.
This situation is very likely because the introduction to the immortal road we had that time was a ‘curse’.
He is not a monk of the Nine Sects, and he is not on the path of ascending to immortality in the Nine Sects, or even the human race.
Therefore, the chess game of the prehistoric battle did not continue.
Speaking of this, Xiao Zheng said again that the chess game that has appeared will not appear again within the nine rounds of ascension.
There will be no more battles in this game.
As long as the strength of the introduction is not too weak, it should be very smooth.
Xiangzai When she heard this, she felt sure in her heart. She couldn't help but nodded slightly, and then said: The strength of this introduction should be the best in all dynasties!
Thank you for your advice!
Xiaozheng said nothing, and the inspiration on the cliff wall quietly faded away.
At the same time, the incense of sacrifice in the cauldron suddenly burned faster. In the blink of an eye, thick smoke rolled and fire burst out, quickly burning the incense of sacrifice incense into ashes.
Just as the last piece of sacrifice incense in the cauldron turned into ashes and fell down, under the entire high cliff, colors gradually emerged, the chaotic space faded away, and the original plants and trees were full of inspiration, and they appeared again.
At this moment, the ethereal and lofty fairy aura has completely disappeared.
Xiangzai Step out in one step and leave the secret place.
His figure instantly appeared on an inconspicuous lonely peak among the peaks of Jiuyi Mountain. The strong wind blew, waving between his clothes, Xiang Zai turned his head and looked towards the direction of the Liuviang Dynasty, and directly sent a message: Good luck!
He has been observing the younger generation Yao Qingying for thousands of years.
His current strength may be a little worse, but his character is absolutely fine!
Passing the position of Emperor of the Demon Clan to this junior, the only thing he has to do now is to cultivate him into an invincible world before he truly reaches the end!
Thinking of this, Qingluan immediately spoke with a clear voice: Three days later, all the demon clans will come to Yuyuan!
This sound was like a bell lingering, instantly spreading throughout Qingyao Mountain.
********************
Mt. Kuji.
Secret place.
Under the high cliff, a three-legged and high tripod stands quietly.
This large tripod is a hundred feet high, with clouds and thunder patterns engraved around it, and countless human races have patterns such as farming, hunting, attacking, building cities, weaving, etc., engraving them on it.
However, in front of the high cliff, the big cauldron is as small as a drop in the water.
At present, the cauldron is filled with five-color sacrifice incense. Under the burning of the spiritual fire, smoke and clouds are lingering, and the clear bitter aura is rapidly dissipating.
This fragrance is made of thousands of medicinal materials and ores. After burning, the fragrance fog circles and rises, covering the high cliff walls bit by bit.
The wall stands thousands of feet high, the whole surface is rugged and uneven grass grows, and they are all hard rocks that are hard to reach.
These hard rocks are carved with elegant figures.
Many figures looked out, some were heroic, some were old, some were as beautiful as children, some were ordinary, and some were as beautiful as flowers... They were either roaming the forest, holding flutes leisurely in the courtyard, or folding flowers and laughing at the red tower, or hanging silk and fishing on the riverside... The only similarity is that almost all figures are peaceful and quiet, and seem to be in the same source as the surrounding mountains and forests, without any inconsistency.
At the top of the high cliff, there is a vague back that is already irrecognizable.
The back was tied with a slightly sloppy bun, and the big sleeves were floating, as if they wanted to ride the wind and disappeared completely from this cliff.
The incense burned wildly, and the smoke became more and more vast.
It was like a green bird flying, quickly spreading the entire cliff.
All the statues entering the fog seemed to have some awareness, and they became more and more agile in vaguely.
He stood in a dark Taoist robe in the air, raised his hand over the head before the big tripod, and bowed his waist, but he danced in an extremely simple and mysterious way.
The void is silent, but the fragrance mist is graceful, coiled and tumbling, as if dancing for it.
This dance is not intense, and every movement is full of solemnity and solemnity, which is very different from the present, as if it has returned from ancient times.
The dark Taoist robe fluttered in the wind. When she turned around and danced, she could see her long eyebrows and eyes, and her figure was straight, looking like a young man.
However, his hair is snow-white and his eyes are deep, as if he has experienced countless years. His breath is calm and indifferent, and he is like a unity of wind, water, trees, flowers and plants..., fresh and vigorous.
This dance has been held forty-nine days.
He was extremely skilled in the whole process of bowing for three days, danced for seven days, burning incense on nine days...
However, on the cliff he was looking at, there was no change except for a little inspiration.
The black figure looked calm and never showed any impatience.
After a dance festival ended, he summoned Qingquan to wash his hands, closed his eyes and focused for a moment, and stood up to dance again.
This time, he had barely stepped on several beats, and immediately felt something and looked at somewhere above.
Through the thick fog, all the statues could be seen vaguely without any movement, but the cliff seemed to come alive.
Vibrant vitality comes to your face!
The original inspiration here is further enriched, and countless ordinary plants and trees are free from wind, as if they have wisdom at this moment.
Suddenly, one of the figures shook slightly on the cliff.
All the scenery around them faded away instantly, and the entire world turned into a chaotic space in a blink of an eye.
At the same time, a vague and lofty aura descended wildly!
This is the breath of immortals!
Even though the black figure was already in the Mahayana state, it immediately felt the terrifying pressure and rolled down!
Even though he was in the Mahayana of the sixty-four kalpas, he still could not look directly or bear it. Without any hesitation, he immediately stopped dancing, withdrew his gaze to look at the cliff, and bowed his head and bowed: The younger disciple, "Xiang Zai", please respectfully ask the ancestors for their good health!
On the cliff, the old figure was chanting in a distant voice: But is it time to start the chess game of Fusheng again?
Xiangzai said respectfully: Go back to the ancestor, that's right!
The person in front of me was the ancestor of Jiuyishan who ascended to the immortal world when the last Fusheng chess game was started, Xiaozheng!
All the nine sects have means to communicate with the upper realm, but every time the mortal immortals pass through, the cost is extremely high, and they need to pay all their own energy. Therefore, only on the eve of the opening of the immortal road, each sect will contact the upper realm.
Therefore, although Xiang Zai has not spoken yet, Senior Xiao Zheng already knows his purpose.
Xiaozheng quickly said: The sky is so strict, and immortals are not connected with ordinary people.
Even if it is my junior, we should not be too partial.
Now you can only ask one thing, and I will try my best to answer it in detail.
Xiang Zai nodded and immediately said: Master, the four sects of the Demon Sect communicated with the upper realm and asked about immortal arts.
It was my turn to come and ask for advice on the chess game.
What our sect wants to ask about this time is the good or bad luck of this chess game.
The fragrance fog sways like clouds, mountains, and sea of mists, blurring Xiao Zheng's face and body. He fell into silence for a moment, and then he said: Good luck!
Xiang Zai's complexion remained unchanged, and immediately asked: Why?
Xiao Zheng nodded slightly, this is the same problem.
What he said next is a detailed answer to this question. This move does not violate the laws of heaven!
In fact, every time the nine major sects communicate with the upper realm, they can ask one question, and together they will be nine questions.
In order to obtain more and more favorable clues, these nine questions have long been well studied by nine sects.Every problem can play a huge role in the chess game.
So, Xiao Zheng continued: Every game of floating life is related to the previous game.
Last time in the last chess game of Fusheng, the immortal road leads to the "Hengxie" of Chongming Sect.
The chess game he drew was the beginning of the battle of prehistoric times.
In the end, he failed to ascense, and all those who went to the game that time died.
That game failed, and the next game holder who needs to play is basically the same endgame.
Therefore, the last chess game of Fusheng was a sign of great danger.
Upon hearing this, Xiang Zai frowned and immediately asked: The last chess game of Fusheng was also a battle in the prehistoric world?
Then this time...
Xiaozheng shook his head slightly and said: No!
We were able to succeed in ascension that time, of course we won another game!
In that chess game, the alien races were dominating the world, and their power and status were like cooking oil in the fire, and the human race was as declining as grass.
This situation is very likely because the introduction to the immortal road we had that time was a ‘curse’.
He is not a monk of the Nine Sects, and he is not on the path of ascending to immortality in the Nine Sects, or even the human race.
Therefore, the chess game of the prehistoric battle did not continue.
Speaking of this, Xiao Zheng said again that the chess game that has appeared will not appear again within the nine rounds of ascension.
There will be no more battles in this game.
As long as the strength of the introduction is not too weak, it should be very smooth.
Xiangzai When she heard this, she felt sure in her heart. She couldn't help but nodded slightly, and then said: The strength of this introduction should be the best in all dynasties!
Thank you for your advice!
Xiaozheng said nothing, and the inspiration on the cliff wall quietly faded away.
At the same time, the incense of sacrifice in the cauldron suddenly burned faster. In the blink of an eye, thick smoke rolled and fire burst out, quickly burning the incense of sacrifice incense into ashes.
Just as the last piece of sacrifice incense in the cauldron turned into ashes and fell down, under the entire high cliff, colors gradually emerged, the chaotic space faded away, and the original plants and trees were full of inspiration, and they appeared again.
At this moment, the ethereal and lofty fairy aura has completely disappeared.
Xiangzai Step out in one step and leave the secret place.
His figure instantly appeared on an inconspicuous lonely peak among the peaks of Jiuyi Mountain. The strong wind blew, waving between his clothes, Xiang Zai turned his head and looked towards the direction of the Liuviang Dynasty, and directly sent a message: Good luck!
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