Chen Luo flew down from the sky, and his Dan-forming aura swept across the valley. In an instant, the heaven and earth energy in the entire valley began to flow, and one translucent shadow after another looked towards him. In mid-air, Chen Luo opened his hand, and violent Yin thunder spread out from his palm.
Boom boom boom!
The dark lightning fell from the sky like an electric net, sweeping across densely, splitting the swaying shadows below into powder. The mice foraging in the cracks of the rocks were also split into charred black, their bodies smoking, their limbs trembling, and constantly emitting the aroma of meat.
These shadows were all ghosts that Xue Ning had cultivated, and they were dead things that were attached to the Ghost Temple. Unless Chen Luo also surrendered to the Ghost Temple, these things would not obey his control. Xue Ning's brain would not work because her body was already "dead".
There is no point in keeping something that cannot be used.
After the thunder, the area below suddenly became quiet, and the swaying shadows disappeared. Falling to the ground, Chen Luo dispersed his consciousness.
"Innermost."
Xue Ning's mind emerged, and the familiar scene gave her an illusion of "going home". As Xue Ning's mind emerged, Chen Luo saw a completely different scene from before. The dilapidated temple disappeared, the sky turned gray, and the ruined temple became a gray-black building with four corners of the eaves raised, with twisted yellow talismans pasted on the sides, and red silk threads connected to the end of the eaves, and the other end was at the spire at the top of the building. The yellow talismans that were supposed to be used to suppress evil were densely pasted on these red silk threads, which looked particularly gloomy.
'Is this the perspective of a ghost cultivator?'
It was the first time that Chen Luo saw this perspective, which was very different from the perception of spiritual consciousness.
From the perspective of a ghost cultivator, Chen Luo saw a road that his spiritual sense could not sense. This road could not be walked, it could only be seen.
'Ghosts build roads, and only those who give up their bodies can enter.'
"Ghost cultivation is of low quality and should not be adopted."
The brain of the mummy and the brain of the Heart Demon Ancestor both emerged. The attitudes of these two towards ghost cultivators were different from those of others. Ghost cultivators could roam freely in the land of the Seven Kingdoms because the Southern Region lacked the means to deal with them. If it were placed in the upper realm with a complete inheritance, the ghost temple might have been suppressed as soon as it emerged. The truly completed immortal inheritance was mysterious and unpredictable, and the final immortal path was not like the Southern Region, which did not even have the inheritance of a god.
"Is this the method by which the Ghost Temple can cross the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain?"
Chen Luo pondered for a moment and walked to the innermost part.
This is a collapsed palace with a broken stone platform in front. Chen Luo walked into the palace, and as soon as he entered, a circular formation appeared on the ground, and dense prohibition threads emerged in the air.
This place is where Xue Ning stores the spoils of war from the six nations. Every day, low-level ghost cultivators would bring the looted items here, and only a small portion would be put in the storage bag.
"The Yin-Yang Rotating Formation at the Stone Gate, No Life Ban."
The brain of the hanged brother did not recognize this formation, nor did he understand the prohibition. But it did not prevent Chen Luo from using Xue Ning's brain to enter.
He broke through the restrictions one by one with ease, and his feet landed precisely on the life gate of the formation, as skillfully as if he had done it a thousand times.
The sound of heavy stone door.
A deep passage was revealed, and Chen Luo walked in. Several restrictions and traps appeared along the way, but they were all easily cracked by Xue Ning herself. These restrictions and formations were all set up by her, so naturally they could not stump her.
In the square secret room, the corners were filled with densely packed spirit stones.
Here, spiritual stones were thrown into the corners casually like garbage. The cabinets beside the stone wall were filled with precious materials, elixirs, talismans, and some skills. The cabinets on the other side of the stone wall were filled with bottles and jars, which were the poisons snatched from the Nine Poison Valley and the corpse puppets of the Corpse-Raising Sect.
"My corpse king!"
The corpse-raising master's brain emerged. He recognized the object in the coffin at a glance. It was the corpse king that he had spent his entire life to cultivate.
"We have the materials to repair the corpse king."
Chen Luo waved his sleeves and put all these things into his sleeves. Finally, he turned his attention to a painting hanging on the wall in front.
An ink painting.
The painting shows a dilapidated old temple. The temple is old and looks a bit like a land god temple. There are two plaques on the left and right. The words on them are so mottled that it is difficult to read them clearly. The plaque at the top reads "Changsheng Temple". There is a black stone next to the temple, with a few weeds growing on the side. The right side is smooth and flat, and is covered with dense scriptures.
A figure in a Taoist robe is sitting cross-legged on a stone. Although the figure is motionless, it gives people the feeling that he is preaching.
Hazy ghostly shadows surrounded the corridor below. There were also some insects listening in between the cracks in the rocks, including a centipede with half of its head sticking out.
The Sea of Bitterness
Chen Luo saw the name of the scripture clearly.
'Written by Ge Xian, the supreme and wonderful method of Taoism.'
Among the external brains, the mummy brain gave a rare and unprecedented evaluation. The moment it saw the scroll, the mummy brain automatically emerged with the corresponding memory. This surprised Chen Luo very much, and at the same time he had a guess about the origin of the thousand-year-old country's national teacher.
"The centipede in the painting, could it be that imperial master?"
Recalling the most common saying in the ancient country, "The sea of suffering is boundless, turn back and you will find the shore", Chen Luo felt that this guess was correct. The centipede, like the Heart Demon Ancestor, came from the upper realm and had extraordinary background. No wonder it could occupy such a large area and compete with the Seven Ancestors of Qionghua.
'This is the practice.'
In his mind, the corresponding memory emerged in Xue Ning's brain. From the perspective of the ghost cultivator, the painting he saw was a different scene, with no people or objects on it. Instead, it was a secret method of ghost cultivation that could be practiced and directly reach the Nascent Soul stage! Xue Ning knew this secret, so he joined the Ghost Temple and switched to this method.
From this perspective, Xue Ning can be regarded as the descendant of the thousand-year-old centipede demon. It is not surprising that the disciples of the "immortal" in the painting can practice the skills in the painting.
"Ghost cultivation technique?"
Chen Luo felt something was wrong.
The one who was preaching was an immortal from the upper realm. How could the skills he passed down be limited to ghost cultivation? He must have cultivated in the wrong direction. After putting away the scroll, Chen Luo looked to the other side. There was a purple bottle next to it.
There was some glassy liquid inside.
These liquids are the soul liquids that Xue Ning has refined in the Ghost Temple over the years. For such a small bottle, he has killed countless people to make it. When he touched the bottle, he could sense the extremely cold breath coming from the bottle, and the cold touch directly touched his soul.
"The evil things created by the cultivators are harmful to the harmony of nature, so I will bear the consequences."
Chen Luo put the bottle away out of compassion.
After that, he searched the secret room carefully again, and finally searched even the spiritual stones on the ground. He scraped up the ground together with the soil, rolled it into his sleeves, and then turned into a black light and returned to the Immortal Gate.
A few years later.
The seven kingdoms were reshuffled. Most of the original royal families of the seven kingdoms were killed by the Ghost Temple, leaving only the She Kingdom relatively intact. Under the leadership of the Shenhu Immortal Sect, the seven kingdoms were officially unified. The royal family of the She Kingdom came to the top and changed the country's name to "Cang", which means a unified country with the Canghai in the north.
After the Emperor of Cang State ascended the throne, the first thing he did was to honor the leader of the Shenhu Immortal Sect, Wuwei Zhenren, as the "Grand Immortal Master" and conferred the title of "Changsheng Zhenren" on Chen Luo. The emperor called himself the Zhenren's disciple.
Afterwards, he ordered people to compile a large number of books to praise the legend of the "immortal".
As the only disciple of Wuwei Zhenren, Chen Luo is also a Zhenren-level strongman, so he is naturally the "core figure" of the legend. Under this publicity effect, Heishan Village, where Chen Luo was "born", became a holy place. Countless literati and poets who were eager for the immortal way came here to get a taste of the immortal spirit. Now Heishan Village is no longer as poor as it used to be, and no one dares to collect taxes here anymore. A large number of houses have been built outside the mountain, and many dignitaries have sent their children here, hoping that they can be born as villagers of Heishan Village in the future.
In this way, there will be extra benefits for joining the Immortal Sect, and even if one's spiritual root qualifications are one level lower, one can still stay on the mountain.
"Is this Black Mountain Village?"
Several figures flew down from the sky, looking at the poor mountain village in front of them, with a hint of suspicion in their eyes. This place is very ordinary, with thin spiritual energy and a remote location. It has nothing to do with the "Changsheng Zhenren" in any way.
Five years have passed since the Ghost Cultivator Rebellion. In the past five years, the seven countries' cultivation world has recovered. The surviving cultivators returned to their sects and began to reorganize the order of the seven countries' cultivation world. With the presence of Wuwei Zhenren, the Jindan ancestor, the order of the cultivation world will not change too much.
As a Jindan cultivator, Chen Luo is still a disciple of Wuwei Zhenren, but his status is equal to that of the headmaster. The cultivators who have seen the rampage of ghost cultivators in the past know the strength of Chen Luo, the unknown "Changsheng Zhenren" better than anyone else. He ended the chaos in the Ghost Temple with his own strength and killed the enemy that the three Jindan ancestors could not solve together. From the fact that the Emperor of Cangguo named him Changsheng Zhenren, it can be seen that in the eyes of the Cangguo royal family, Chen Luo is the cultivator who truly has the hope of "immortality".
"Let's go in and take a look. Maybe there's something else going on inside."
A group of people walked into the village.
After several years of development, the once impoverished village has become a prosperous town. If it weren't for the fear of destroying the original structure of Black Mountain Village, it would have been expanded into a city. In a world with a cultivation background, building a city is not unimaginable, and the speed of construction is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
A few people walked into the village and found that the streets were very clean and many houses were newly built.
"There's a restaurant over there, go in and ask around."
Lu Kuang, the leader, withdrew his consciousness and frowned slightly. He had just sensed and found that there were very few immortal cultivators in Heishan Village. Including the five of them, there were only about twenty. Most of them were in the Qi Refining Stage, and there was only one person in the Foundation Establishment Stage.
"Be careful, the person who can kill Xue Ning must be no simple person."
The middle-aged cultivator with the strongest spiritual awareness among the five people sent a reminder through voice transmission.
Several people walked into the inn.
It was unexpectedly lively inside, filled with guests, with a high platform in the middle. A man sat on a high stool, telling the story of the battle between the Immortal Immortal and the Ghost Cultivator. The scene of the fight was vivid, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
Lu Kuang and his four brothers also listened for a while, but soon realized the problem.
The storyteller told the story in great detail, but the process was basically fabricated. He didn't even know the basic process of how immortal cultivators fight. Many things were made up based on the way warriors fight. (End of this chapter)
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