Inside the cave space.
The energy of the boundary sea rolled violently, and in the gray mist, a huge dragon shadow swept over.
Ning Qi was behind, and the Saint Ancestor's clone and the Haoran Realm's will were in front.
The Saint Ancestor's clone and the Haoran Realm's will joined forces again, instantly creating a huge energy wall in front of the three of them.
The energy wall solidified in the blink of an eye, exuding a majestic, solid and unshakable aura, trying to block the huge dragon shadow that was sweeping over.
However, when the huge dragon shadow swept across the energy wall, there was no expected strong collision.
This time it had no physical presence, and it easily swept through the energy wall and then passed through the bodies of the three people.
Then, it spread to the entire cave space in an instant like illusory energy.
Ning Qi and the other two were slightly stunned.
The three of them have appeared in the body of the giant dragon shadow. The dragon shadow is swimming in the space, and the three of them seem to be swallowed into its belly.
Just now, following Ning Qi's suggestion, Haoran Realm drew gray fog energy from the boundary sea into the cave space, which now could no longer suppress the dragon shadow!
Upon seeing this, the Saint Ancestor's clone and the Haoran Realm's will both turned around and glanced at Ning Qi.
After all, Ning Qi’s suggestion just now was really useful, but now it is ineffective for some reason.
Ning Qi frowned slightly upon seeing this.
He looked ahead.
The dragon-faced monk used the branches of the Jianmu seedlings as the foundation of the swimming dragon. Ning Qi had already experimented with the Jianmu seedlings. The Jianmu seedlings themselves particularly hated the energy of the boundary sea, so once they touched the energy of the boundary sea, they would actively shrink.
But now, the dragon-faced monk formed seals and used secret techniques to suppress the nature of the Jianmu seedling.
The dragon-faced monk had risen into the air at some point, looking down at the three people with pride.
His hands did not stop forming seals. He shook his right hand, and the original copy of the ancient sacred map of the ancient way slowly opened.
Blurry shadows of ancient saints emerged, and suddenly, wisps of immortal power of various colors emerged from the picture and penetrated into the body of the dragon-faced monk, making the aura around him even more ethereal.
Ning Qi narrowed his eyes.
It seems that it is the power of the original copy of the Ancient Holy Map that allows Youlong to no longer be suppressed by the energy of the Boundary Sea.
Rumble!
The next second, a tiny space passage opened above the dragon-faced monk's head.
The three of them looked over and found that the shadow of Mount Buzhou was reflected in the space channel.
Obviously, the dragon-faced monk had opened up the spatial link between him and the phantom of Mount Buzhou.
As the space channel was established, a trace of power that could change the world also flowed into this place from the shadow of Mount Buzhou!
What's even more terrifying is that the spatial node is slowly enlarging, and faintly, a tiny mountain shadow seems to be beginning to condense above the shadow of Mount Buzhou.
Ning Qi and the other two were suddenly shocked.
Judging from the situation, the Mountain Ancestor seemed to be preparing to separate a small shadow from the shadow of Mount Buzhou and project it over.
With the fate of the War Realm and the Mountain and Sea Realm in mind, the three of them would never dare to let the dragon-faced monk in front of them do this.
"Zhili, do everything in your power to close the space channel he opened!"
The Holy Ancestor's incarnation.
Haoran Jieyi said nothing, exerting his strength silently, even sweat broke out on his forehead.
In front, above the dragon-faced monk's head, the opened space channel shrank instantly.
"it's useless!"
The dragon-faced monk sneered.
"You are nothing but the will of a world, and your teacher, the Holy Ancestor, is not here. How can you stop me?"
After he finished speaking, he gripped the authentic copy of the Ancient Holy Map with even more force in his right hand, and more immortal power immediately flowed out and poured into his body.
The space channel that had just shrunk slowly expanded again!
Upon seeing this, the Saint Ancestor's clone suddenly flew towards the dragon-faced monk.
However, just as he flew a short distance, a wall of dragon scales appeared in front of him, and the Saint Ancestor's clone was instantly bounced back.
If Ning Qi hadn't placed a palm on his back, the Saint Ancestor's clone would have rolled as far away as he could like a sandbag.
"cough!"
The Saint Ancestor's clone couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of golden blood.
The dragon shadow scales not only bounced it back, but also secretly injured the Saint Ancestor's clone.
Ning Qi looked at the place where the Saint Ancestor's clone had just collided, where a yellow-brown dragon scale was slowly fading away.
On it, there seemed to be something like roots wriggling, which were the changes caused by the leaves of the Jianmu seedling!
"teacher!"
The will of the Haoran Realm looked back at the Saint Ancestor's clone.
The Holy Ancestor regained his footing and said, "Don't worry about me. Your main goal now is to cut off his connection with the Buzhou Mountain phantom!"
Upon hearing this, Haoran Realm Will had no choice but to continue concentrating on closing the space channel!
The dragon-faced monk dealt with the will of the Haoran Realm while looking at the Saint Ancestor's clone and Ning Qi, appearing to be at ease.
"Too weak, you are too weak!"
The contemptuous tone echoed in the cave space and even penetrated into the space outside.
At this moment, the entire Haoran Realm seemed to have heard the voice of the dragon-faced monk.
…
Haoran Realm.
After the shadow of Mount Buzhou completely stuck to the wall of the Haoran Realm, the entire Haoran Realm was shaking.
It was like a ball hitting a huge mountain, shaking continuously.
In the Haoran Realm, hundreds of cultivators from the Spirit Realm finally returned to the Haoran Realm and thought they were safe.
But unexpectedly, even the huge Haoran Realm was facing a catastrophe at this moment.
All the monks looked towards the source of the vibration. Due to the obstruction of the boundary wall, most of them did not know what was happening, but a silent panic was planted in everyone's heart.
The cultivators including Sword Ancestor Zhao Yujun who were stationed near the boundary wall had already flown into the air.
Although their bodies were separated from the ground and suspended in the air, they were still shaking.
As cultivators, how can they fight against such a huge sacred mountain as the phantom of Mount Buzhou?
Jiang Yingchu, the leader of Haoran Immortal Sect, has also brought many Hedao cultivators from Haoran Immortal Sect to stay here with Jianzu and others.
At this moment, they all seemed at a loss and looked at Jiang Yingchu.
"metropolitan!"
"Master, what should we do now?"
Jiang Yingchu looked unhappy. What should he do?
He also wanted to ask what to do, but who should he ask?
He had secretly used the token to contact the Realm Master and the Saint Ancestor's clone who remained in the Haoran Realm, but the Realm Master did not show up at all, and did not even send out a clone, and the Saint Ancestor's clone did not respond at all.
Jiang Yingchu saw many cultivators looking at him, and in order to calm people down, he could only say:
"Don't worry, the Realm Lord and the Holy Ancestor won't leave us alone. They must be fighting the enemy!"
After hearing this, everyone's mood was obviously calmed down a little.
However, the next moment, a loud voice suddenly came from behind them.
"Too weak, you are too weak!"
The strange voice was full of contempt.
All the monks turned their heads to look behind them, and their faces changed color.
"Whose voice is that?"
"The sound seems to come from the direction of the Holy Sect?"
"Sect Master Jiang, who is this person?"
Jiang Yingchu and all the Haoran Immortal Sect cultivators who came here were all shocked when they heard the voice.
Jiang Yingchu's face changed several times. As the sect leader, he knew the internal situation of Haoran Immortal Sect best.
This voice did not belong to anyone in Haoran Xianzong, and now it appeared in Haoran Xianzong. Neither the Realm Master nor the Saint Ancestor's clone responded. Could it be...
When Jiang Yingchu thought of this, a trace of fear arose in his heart!
But as the person with the highest status in the world, he still has to pretend to be calm and appease everyone.
"This is the enemy's way of destabilizing the people in our world. Don't be shaken by this!"
As he was explaining, the sky above the entire Haoran Realm suddenly darkened.
Everyone couldn't help but look up at the sky.
Suddenly, a picture appeared in the sky above Haoran Realm.
In the picture, the shadow of Haoran Realm's will was sweating profusely, gritting his teeth to fight against something.
The Saint Ancestor's clone was steady by a young monk and had just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
In the center of the picture, a burly figure wearing a dragon-shaped mask was suspended in the air, with various immortal auras revealed around him, occupying an absolute advantage.
“???”
“!!!”
Jiang Yingchu naturally also saw the scene in the air, and he couldn't continue speaking.
The image in the sky projected what the two strongest people in the Haoran Realm were doing, and this realistic scene was also projected into the hearts of the people that had just been calmed down.
"Is that the Realm Lord and the Holy Ancestor?"
"Are they injured?"
"This is not true. Saint Ancestor and Realm Lord are the strongest. How could they be at a disadvantage?"
All the cultivators in the Haoran Realm felt as if their idols had collapsed in their hearts. Some of those with weak wills instantly knelt on the ground and burst into tears.
Panic instantly spread throughout the Haoran Realm, and no matter what anyone said at this moment, it seemed to be of no avail.
Jian Zu, Zhao Yujun and others were not as desperate as the people in Haoran Realm.
Their eyes fell on the young man behind the Holy Ancestor, and their eyes lit up.
"Why is Fellow Daoist Ning appearing there?" Zhao Yujun's blue eyes were filled with confusion.
Sword Ancestor and other cultivators who had been following Ning Qi were all a little excited.
“It’s the Sect Master!”
"It's the Territory Lord!"
Their joy formed a sharp contrast with the despair of the monks in the Haoran Realm.
However, Jian Zu and Qi Keqing frowned slightly.
The scene in front of him was obviously intentionally projected over the Haoran Realm by the masked man in the center.
It was not the war realm they had left before, nor was it within the shadow of Mount Buzhou, but an unfamiliar place.
The two were extremely confused. After Ning Qi asked them to enter the Haoran Realm, Ning Qi stayed in the War Realm. Why did he appear in that place in the picture?
Of course, both of them were quietly worried.
After all, looking at the picture, both the Saint Ancestor's clone and the Haoran Realm's will are at a disadvantage.
If both of them were at a disadvantage, wouldn't Ning Qi be...
…
The gaze returns to the cave space.
The Saint Ancestor's clone and Ning Qi still didn't know what had happened.
On the contrary, Haoran Realm Will continued to fight against the Dragon-Faced Monk while transmitting a message to the two of them:
"Oh no! The other party has projected everything that happened here into the Haoran Realm, allowing all the creatures in the Haoran Realm to see it!"
Upon hearing this, the Saint Ancestor's clone gritted his teeth.
He just felt that he had never been so passive!
This spiritual war has already gone beyond his imagination.
He glanced at Ning Qi beside him and said in a voice transmission, "Boy, use whatever tricks you have. There's no need to hide them now."
Ning Qi remained silent.
This clone of his was formed by the blood in his heart and the power of the world. It was originally created to explore the Haoran Realm first.
Facing the dragon-faced waiter in front of him, Ning Qi did not take action. He knew that even if this clone took action, it would be useless and would only lead to his own destruction.
Fortunately, his original body was secretly controlling the Zhenwu Spirit Realm, which had been integrated into the Mountain and Sea Realm, and was quietly moving towards the Haoran Realm, and his reincarnated body was about to arrive at the Haoran Realm.
The Saint Ancestor's clone looked at the silent Ning Qi and found that his eyes were still as calm as before.
For some reason, he also calmed down.
"Well, you're more patient than me. I just hope you can take action and solve everything in the end. Now, I can still resist him for a while!"
The Holy Ancestor walked forward again, leaving Ning Qi with a tenacious back.
The Holy Ancestor stretched out his right hand, used his finger as a pen, and with blood clotted on his fingertips, he slowly and forcefully wrote a huge word "门" (door) in the air!
After writing the word "door", the Holy Ancestor suddenly pulled his hands towards the void.
Suddenly, the void seemed to open up, revealing a space.
Inside the space, in front of a quiet courtyard, the four treasures of the study are placed on an ancient desk, and on the bookshelf behind it, countless calligraphy and paintings are piled up.
The Holy Ancestor waved to him gently.
Immediately, all the calligraphy and paintings displayed on the bookshelf moved at once.
The next second, all the calligraphy and paintings automatically left the bookshelves and flew across space towards the Holy Ancestor.
Countless calligraphy and paintings fell beside the Holy Ancestor and kept spinning around him.
In the distance, the dragon-faced monk saw this scene, looked down at the authentic copy of the Ancient Dao Sacred Map in his hand, and said disdainfully:
"Do you still want to resist? Besides this authentic copy of the Ancient Sacred Map, what use are all the other paintings and calligraphy you bring?"
The Holy Ancestor's clone ignored him.
Instead, he gently stroked the void, his expression obsessed, as if he was stroking the most precious thing.
He said slowly, "This is the accumulation of my life. Now that Haoran Realm's survival is imminent, it's time for them to play their role. After all, if Haoran Realm perishes, they will also be destroyed."
Ning Qi quietly looked at the back of the Holy Ancestor and the calligraphy and paintings that surrounded him.
At a glance, there were calligraphy and paintings of all sizes, all well organized, a total of three thousand volumes!
Bang!
The Holy Ancestor snapped his fingers, and all the calligraphy and paintings opened at the same moment.
In an instant, the gray cave space and the huge dragon's body were full of flowers!
One after another, golden divine texts automatically crawled out from between the book stickers. Hundreds and billions of characters were like snakes, vines, and chains, climbing towards the four directions of space.
It seemed as if every space was occupied by divine texts...
And paintings of different sizes were also opened.
The scroll flutters, projecting scenes one after another.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter...
Plains, mountains, green fields, deserts...
Hundreds of flowers, hundreds of grasses, hundreds of trees...
Streams, rivers, oceans...
A catalogue of all living things, demons, monsters, and ghosts...
Scenes from the past, historical figures step out of the scrolls one by one...
The painted scenes are projected into reality, some seem like illusions, some are real scenes, some are magnificent and beautiful, and some are full of terror and murderous intent...
The entire cave space was originally nothing special, but now, it seems that the entire world's scenery, all living beings in the world, everything has been moved into this small space.
Divine texts filled the space, emitting a faint golden glow.
The sound of chanting and reciting continued to come from the void.
It may be a true word, a poem, or a magnificent article...
All the strength suddenly gathered together and attacked the dragon-faced monk.
This attack brought together all the world's knowledge, art and humanities, and all the world's sights, splendid and brilliant to the extreme! (End of this chapter)
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