Volume 6: The Famous Immortal Road of the Nine Mountains Chapter 808: The Shadow of Preaching!

I don’t know how long it has been. It seems very long, but also very short. The sky outside gradually darkens, the moonlight is sparse, and the night falls.

In this dark night, the bronze oil lamp in the temple sways slightly, as if there is a figure in the wick, looking up at the moonlight...

In the temple, there are more shadows, which are reflected by the firelight. As the lights sway, these shadows seem to be dancing.

Meng Hao’s clothes faded unconsciously and became gray, and even appeared a little broken, as if his clothes had gone through the years and appeared vicissitudes while sitting cross-legged.

And his figure seemed to have such a feeling, as if his soul was no longer here, but returned to the ancient Taoist temple, listening to the sound of Taoism, and the soul was stained with the body, making the body in this life appear vicissitudes.

Late at night...

Suddenly, a cry came out, and the sound of the cry floated back and forth. In this quiet night, it seemed particularly clear. When the cry echoed, it turned into a faint sigh.

"Are there still immortals in this world..." When the voice came out, the surroundings were quiet, only the trees were shaking slightly, and the leaves were rustling.

At the same time, a wisp of black hair floated up from the well in the yard. If someone stood by the well and looked down, they would definitely gasp, because the well mouth was filled with endless long hair.

These long black hairs fluttered, spread out from the well, fell on the ground, and quickly covered the surroundings until they occupied the entire yard. Suddenly, the bamboo frame made a crackling sound.

A dry vine fell down and formed an arc, like a swing. It swung back and forth there... vaguely. It seemed that there was a figure sitting on the vine. Swinging on the swing.

The cry came from the well, but there was laughter on the swing, making the yard full of gloom and weirdness, and Meng Hao in the temple closed his eyes and did not move.

Around him, the shadows reflected by the lights. Suddenly it twisted, and gradually walked out, with a physical form, walking around in the temple, some seemed to be sitting cross-legged, some seemed to be worshiping, some were refining pills, some seemed to be sweeping with a broom, and some seemed to come to Meng Hao with curiosity. There, only an inch away from him, staring at him intently.

The broken statue. Standing on the altar, the broken body seemed to tell the memories of yesterday, and under the statue, the shadow belonging to this figure also slowly separated from the statue, walked out, and turned into an old man.

The old man's clothes were very similar to Meng Hao's tattered robes at the moment. His face was pale,

bleeding from all seven orifices, his hair was torn, and the whole person was like a ghost. When he walked out, he looked at Meng Hao, floated behind Meng Hao, stood there, looked down at Meng Hao's head, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Soon, all the shadows in the temple approached Meng Hao, surrounded him, and each one seemed to be staring at him.

In the sky, dark clouds covered half of the moon, and the earth seemed to be blown by a breeze, as if the sound of sobbing was echoing.

At this moment, the earth suddenly shook, and a muffled voice came from deep underground under the temple.

"Go home... This is not my home... I want to go home..."

"Send me home... Send me home, the Supreme... The Supreme sends me home..."

After this voice appeared, all the shadows in the temple shook, and in the courtyard outside the temple, the black hair spreading in the well immediately fluttered, and the swinging vines seemed to be suspended in mid-air.

At the same time, a head floated out of the well, pale in illusion, terrifying in hideousness, that was a head... It seemed that it had been soaked in the well water for thousands of years and had not completely rotted. Her lifeless eyes stared at the ground, without pupils in her eyes.

And on the swing, although no figure could be seen, there was black blood dripping down.

Meng Hao's body also trembled at this time. A creepy feeling instantly emerged in his heart. His eyes opened instantly. When he looked up suddenly, Meng Hao's scalp immediately went numb. He saw a dark shadow, one inch in front of him.

Then he saw a large number of black shadows all around him, almost touching his body. That feeling made Meng Hao's mind buzz.

As if knowing that Meng Hao had awakened, these black shadows floated back and sat cross-legged in the distance. Meng Hao looked at the figures in the temple, the black hair in the yard outside, and the vine swinging back and forth. His hair became more and more numb. He slowly stood up and was about to leave the temple.

He felt... this was not a place for him to stay.

As soon as he stood up, he felt a little cold on his back. He turned his head subconsciously and saw a pale face with blood flowing from all seven orifices. It was less than an inch away from his face. Meng Hao's eyes suddenly shrank, and he was shocked and stepped back immediately.

"Who are you!" Meng Hao growled, his cultivation running, and the image behind him slowly revealed itself. His heart was pounding. The weirdness of this place made him feel insecure.

The old man's lifeless eyes ignored Meng Hao, and he turned and walked towards the statue. His figure gradually dimmed, and when he got close to the statue, he disappeared.

And the shadows around were still there, some were meditating, some were walking around in the temple, and some seemed to be practicing.

Meng Hao was breathing rapidly, and his body was shaking as he was about to leave here, but just as he reached the threshold of the temple, he suddenly stopped and looked at a black shadow not far away. The black shadow was sitting cross-legged there, with a furnace in his hand, refining the elixir.

And the method of refining the elixir was something Meng Hao had never seen before. It was as if it absorbed the power of heaven and earth, and it actually... did not require any herbs.

Meng Hao was stunned. After taking a closer look, his eyes suddenly showed a strange light. He was originally a master of alchemy. Looking at the land of Nantian, he was the only one who could make alchemy, except for Dan Gui.

"Creating something out of nothing..." Meng Hao's eyes flashed with a strange light. He had once refined a pill of creating something out of nothing in the ancient demon fairy sect. It was in the storage bag at the moment, but he never swallowed it.

Meng Hao thought it was a miracle to refine the elixir. He had copied it with a bronze mirror, but it failed.

And now, the black shadow's alchemy seemed to be done at will, very calmly.

Meng Hao blinked, but did not leave. He looked at the other figures around him. Some of these figures were practicing, some were walking, and some were pinching their fingers as if they were practicing Taoism.

After watching the scenes, Meng Hao was shocked.

"Preaching! They are preaching!" Meng Hao murmured, becoming more and more shocked. The truth is not easily preached, and each of these figures here is preaching. As long as you feel it, if you have the opportunity, you can get the truth.

Meng Hao took a deep breath, looked back at the black shadow refining the elixir in front of him, and immediately sat cross-legged in front of the black shadow. The more he watched, the brighter the light in his eyes became. In the end, he also took out the elixir furnace and learned to make elixir from the black shadow.

One night should have passed very quickly, but Meng Hao didn't know if it was an illusion, but it seemed as if a long time had passed, so long that he couldn't think about it specifically. He only knew that when the sky was bright and the black shadow disappeared, a pill was refined by the black shadow, thrown out of the temple, and fell into the mountains. And Meng Hao, unknowingly, also refined one.

Daybreak.

All the shadows in the temple disappeared, and the green hair and vines in the yard returned to their original state, as if nothing had happened. Meng Hao breathed rapidly and looked down at the pill in his hand that was surrounded by black air.

It was called a pill, but it was not a pill. It was just a fog filled with black mist, but when the sun fell on it, black skin appeared. Finally, what appeared in Meng Hao's palm was a black pill.

There was no medicinal fragrance, but there was a violent force, as if it was contained in it.

Meng Hao frowned and looked at the black pill in his hand. He pinched it slightly in contemplation. Suddenly, his face changed, and he raised his right hand suddenly and threw the pill out. The pill emitted black air in the air. As soon as it flew out, it exploded with a bang.

It formed a shock that swept around...

"It was not refined. This is a failed product, but it can be regarded as a kind of creation out of nothing." Meng Hao was thoughtful and frightened. The power of the pill's explosion was comparable to a powerful blow.

"It's a pity that it's too unstable. It will explode if touched. But it looks familiar to me." Meng Hao's eyes suddenly flashed as he murmured. He thought of the ground that exploded when he came to this ancient temple. He suddenly realized that he thought of the shadow throwing it away after refining the pill...

"This thing... can have other uses." Meng Hao's eyes flashed. After thinking carefully, he immediately took out the pill furnace and absorbed the power of the surrounding heaven and earth according to the method of refining the pill that he had realized last night. , and smelted it again.

After failing several times, he finally succeeded in refining two pills. It was still surrounded by black mist. When the sun fell, it had a black skin. Meng Hao took the pill and flew out of the temple. After testing it, he found that this thing could be called a killer if it was thrown skillfully.

"It's a bit of a waste to bury it. It's hard to control it. It's best to throw it out directly. With this thing, there is an extra way to save my life. But unfortunately, the reason why this thing is crazy should be related to the unique aura here. I don't know if it can be refined in the outside world." Meng Hao thought about it and returned to the temple to continue refining.

A few days passed. Meng Hao felt those preaching figures at night and refined pills during the day. He refined dozens of pills in total and even tried to add his own consciousness to it, but unfortunately he couldn't succeed and had to give up.

Meng Hao even went out once to refine outside the mountain, but unfortunately he failed. He realized that this pill... maybe it can only be refined in the temple, absorbing the power of heaven and earth there.

So he returned to the temple again, and slowly accumulated this black-skinned pill that could explode and had good power during the day.

"I wonder when those outside geniuses will arrive, it should be soon..." Meng Hao's eyes flashed, he looked forward to fighting with those outside geniuses, to see who was stronger between himself who had always been in the South Sky and those outside sects' geniuses...

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Second update! (To be continued...)

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