Chapter 512: Preaching in the Void, Beimang Immortal Scripture

In the ancient and prehistoric times, the Taizhen Divine Tribulation was not considered strong, and most ancient gods could survive it if they reached the cultivation realm.

In the late prehistoric times, after the immortal world was broken and the ancient gods disappeared, not to mention the Taizhen Divine Tribulation, even the original Divine Tribulation was very difficult, almost a death tribulation.

This is because a powerful person has modified the rules of the immortal world. Han Yi learned that this rule is not only true for the Daluo Immortal World, but also for the five immortal worlds of Yongsheng, Penglai, Kunlun, Guiyao, and Savage.

However.

The ancient world was divided into nine immortal worlds. In addition to the above six, the remaining three worlds were also affected, but not greatly. These three worlds are collectively known as the Underworld, Dark World, and Fierce World of the Three Realms of Jueyin.

Decades ago, after Yuan Hong returned, he told Han Yi that Yuan Shun went to the Dark World in the Three Realms of Jueyin.

And Han Yi's destination this time is another world in the Three Realms of Jueyin, the Fierce World.

In the tomb of the gods outside the domain, he glimpsed the memories of many ancient gods. In those memories, there were several places that were extremely suitable for ancient gods to survive.

Han Yi's authority in Xuanzang Palace was the authority of the Golden Immortal. With this authority, he explored the landforms of the Nine Realms. After comparing them one by one, he found four places where ancient gods survived the calamity that have been passed down from ancient times to the present.

Three of them are located in the Yang Six Realms, and only one is located in the Xiong Realm in the Yin Three Realms.

Moreover.

Although the rules of the Xiong Realm have also changed and are not suitable for surviving the divine calamity, it is not as strong as the Yang Six Realms. In addition, the location of that place is extremely special. The two offset each other. Han Yi is equivalent to returning to the ancient times and surviving the divine calamity in an ordinary place.

Of course, it should be noted that the environment of the Xiong Realm itself is harsh. In addition to the "Xiang" who was born in the ancient times and whose strength is also considered top among the Tianzun, there are other dangers of varying degrees.

But compared comprehensively, compared with surviving the divine calamity in the Yang Six Realms, there is no doubt that the danger of surviving the calamity in the Xiong Realm is lower.

Therefore, after Han Yi received a great divine fate in Yuhu, he went directly to the fierce world. When he arrived at the fierce world, he polished and polished it, absorbed the crystallized divine power, and then he could pass the Taizhen divine tribulation on the spot.

And after passing the divine tribulation, his combat power will definitely be greatly improved. When he faces ordinary golden immortals, he will have a greater chance of winning.

This is his plan.

After leaving Lin'an Fairyland and passing through several fairylands, Han Yi left Daluo Fairyland and arrived at the void outside the domain. Then, he went east. His plan was to pass Penglai, bypass the underworld, and reach the ancient and northern fierce world.

When he passed the void east of Penglai, at the edge of the void of Penglai Fairyland, a black shadow with a mask suddenly ignited two flames in the black pupils under the mask.

The masked shadow suddenly stood up, looked at the boundless void, and murmured:

"Hey, I know waiting to die, but I actually waited for it."

"God really doesn't want me to die."

"It's really difficult."

This shadow came from the Qingyandao force, Hei Yanluo, that Han Yi provoked when he returned from the chaos and was brought to Penglai by Li Qiankun to survive the Xuanxian calamity.

He was originally the Lord of Beimang Mountain in the previous era, with the cultivation of the peak Golden Immortal, but he became the incarnation of Qingyan in one careless move. After his death, he was helpless and his immortal soul was enslaved by Qingyanluo.

He set out to hunt down Han Yi, but he was one step short. Han Yi left Penglai first, and the Lord of Beimang Mountain could only sigh into the void.

After he returned to Black Yama and reported the matter, he was sent out again and asked to find a solution on his own. Moreover, he only had a hundred years. After a hundred years, if he could not find the Qingyan Sword, his soul would be completely scattered, and Penglai would no longer have the master of Beimang Mountain.

However, Black Yama also released his restraints, allowing him to no longer be restricted to Penglai.

But even if the restrictions were lifted, he could not sense the Qingyan Sword because the distance was too far. The vast void was so vast that even if he crossed to the fairyland on the other side, he might not be able to find it.

So, he simply didn't bother to find it and waited at the edge of the void. If the other party returned to this void, he could sense it. If the other party didn't come back, he would have lived enough.

For so many years, he didn't take life and death very seriously. If it weren't for the forbidden seal planted deep in the fairy soul that didn't allow him to commit suicide, he would probably find a magnificent place and have a spectacular self-explosion.

However.

At this moment, if he sensed the appearance of the Qingyan Sword again, he would naturally follow the order given by Black Yama and go to retrieve it.

The Lord of Beimang Mountain stood up. On his mask, there were dense and strange rope runes, almost covering the entire mask. If you look at it from a distance, you don't think there is anything wrong with it. It's just an ordinary black mask, but if you look at it closely, it is absolutely horrifying.

He sensed that the distance between Qingyan Knife was getting closer, and then farther away. He shook his head slightly. He still wanted to wait and see, but judging from the situation, the other party should be passing by here, so he had to catch up.

He took a step forward. This was the first time he walked into the void after his death. Although Heiya Luo lifted the restrictions, the invisible shackles in his heart still existed.

At this moment, as he walked forward, the shackles gradually broke, and he seemed to see his former self, how gorgeous and arrogant he was.

It's just a pity...

At this moment, a thought in his heart suddenly flashed by.

The black shadow flickered, as if it merged into the void and disappeared.

Han Yi, who was walking in the void, suddenly felt something in his heart, because he sensed the unusual movement of the Qingyan Sword stored in a certain divine world.

The grade of this sword is uncertain, depending on the degree of sacrifice, but the way of sacrifice is quite strange, requiring the life of a mortal, so Han Yi would naturally not do that.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, the terrifying divine power in the world of divine orifices surrounded the Qingyan Sword, isolating the inside and the outside. Sure enough, the sword fell silent in an instant, without any abnormal movement.

And in the distant place behind him, the Lord of Beimang Mountain, who stepped into the void, sensed the state of the Qingyan Sword, but was unmoved.

All Qingyan incarnations are essentially the masters of the Qingyan Sword. Their sense is limited to the distance in reality, not limited to any means or magic to isolate the breath.

Therefore, Han Yi's method could not completely isolate his sense.

Han Yi, who was heading to the ancient north, flew forward for two hours after sensing the movement of the Qingyan Sword. Finally, he stopped, stood in the void, and looked behind.

He could sense the pursuit of the breath behind him. The breath was a little familiar, similar to the dangerous breath he sensed when he left Penglai that year, but it seemed different.

However

Today, he is no longer the same person he was nearly a hundred years ago. Back then, he had just passed the Xuanxian Tribulation. Now, although he is only a senior Xuanxian, his combat power has leaped forward. He is not inferior to ordinary Jinxians in a head-on battle.

Moreover, he got the ancient artifact Yueguang in Yuhu not long ago, which greatly boosted his confidence. He believed that even if he met a senior Jinxian, he would have a chance of survival if he fought desperately.

A moment later.

In the void, a masked black shadow came. If you ignore the mask on his face and the strange aura on his body, this black shadow walked like a dragon and a tiger, with a domineering gait. He must be a cultivator with a very outstanding style.

"Black Yama?" Han Yi said in a deep voice.

He felt a hint of danger from this masked black shadow. This was a danger that could trigger his instincts, and it was about the same level of danger that Gu Lian Jinxian gave him in Yuhu.

This showed that the other party had the combat power of a Jinxian, but it should be the combat power of an ordinary Jinxian, and there was no fatal sense of death that made him flee at the first sign of the wind.

"I am the Lord of Beimang Mountain."

A hoarse and low voice came from the black mask.

"As you expected, I am indeed from Hei Yanluo."

"However, I came here today not in the name of Hei Yanluo, but in the name of the Lord of Beimang Mountain in the seventh era."

"You killed the Qingyan ghost of this generation and took the Qingyan knife. There are only two results. One is to become the incarnation of Qingyan and be trapped by Hei Yanluo. The other is to become a new generation of Qingyan ghost and still become the incarnation of Qingyan after death in the future."

Seeing the explanation of the masked black shadow, Han Yi raised his eyebrows slightly. He always felt that something was wrong. The feeling that this black shadow gave him was not reasonable.

If it was an enemy, he should not explain it this way, and why did the other party say that he came in the name of the Lord of Beimang Mountain instead of Hei Yanluo.

The other party and Hei Yanluo don't get along?

"Of course, there is another impossible result above these two results, that is, one day you become an immortal, kill the seven-colored devil, and destroy the black Yama."

"Go ahead, let me measure your fighting power."

The masked black shadow stood in the void, showing no sign of wanting to take the initiative. Ten miles away, Han Yi felt even more uncomfortable. Although the masked black shadow was rushing towards the Qingyan Sword, it did not seem to be very hostile.

Interesting.

Han Yi arched his hands: "Please teach me, Taoist friend."

As soon as the voice fell, he moved his fingers slightly, and a fourth-level immortal sword appeared in front of him, crossing the void and heading straight for the black shadow.

This immortal sword is the last remaining fourth-level immortal sword among the thirteen immortal swords that make up the sword world. The other two fourth-level immortal swords were destroyed in the battle with Gu Lian Jinxian in order to resist the self-explosion of the fifth-level immortal weapon Yu Ruyi.

This immortal sword is called Han. It is only considered ordinary among the fourth-level immortal weapons. Facing a Xuanxian, even a peak Xuanxian can easily cut it, but it is not good enough for a Jinxian.

Of course, Han Yi mainly used this sword to test, and only used the sixth style of the sword classic, cutting light, and did not use the sword control immortal technique.

The immortal sword fell, stirring up a snow-white light. The light seemed to have temperature, making the void seem to be frozen, emitting a cold breath that made the soul tremble.

But when the sword light reached the masked shadow, that is, the Lord of Beimang Mountain, he only saw the Lord of Beimang Mountain stretch out his finger and draw a circle, and the black soul power formed a black shield, rebounding the cold sword light back.

"The third level of immortal power, thousands of rules."

"Above the Xuanxian, the use of immortal power is extremely important. This move is the most common one among the 3,659 moves of Beimang Immortal Scripture. It forms a shield with immortal power and integrates the power of seventeen laws. It can be used at will, completely controlled, and has unlimited power."

The Lord of Beimang Mountain did not say the name of this move. After explaining it, he looked at Han Yi. In his eyes behind the mask, there was more expectation in the black light.

"You can use this sword with the extreme Xuanxian combat power with the realm of senior Xuanxian."

"You are very good."

"But it is not enough to deal with Heiyaluo, not enough."

Hearing this, Han Yi's face straightened. He finally knew why the other party was wrong. Although the other party came from Heiyaluo, such behavior was undoubtedly the same as preaching.

Associating the other party's claim that he came in the name of the Lord of Beimang Mountain in the seventh era, Han Yi knew the other party's intention.

The other party did not come for the Qingyan Sword, but came to die.

Before he died, he needed to test Han Yi's cultivation to see if he could inherit his legacy.

This legacy was from a place called Beimang Mountain in the seventh era more than 100,000 years ago. The main part of the legacy was the Beimang Immortal Scripture, which contained 3,659 immortal arts.

At this moment, feeling the other party's fiery eyes, Han Yi nodded, and finally took out the fragment of the Heavenly Demon Halberd, and this time, he applied the fifth-level sword control fairy art.

"Fellow Daoist Beimang, please teach me."

The silver sword light flashed, jumped into the void, and pierced through the Beimang Mountain Lord, but the Beimang Mountain Lord, whose body was pierced, just shook slightly, and then re-gathered the power of the fairy soul and condensed into a black shadow again.

"Fifth-level swordsmanship."

"No, although your swordsmanship is fifth-level, it already has the prototype of Taoism."

"Very good, very good."

"This sword has the power to kill ordinary golden immortals."

"Come on, let me feel the power of the near-way swordsmanship."

While the Beimang Mountain Lord was speaking, he began to stimulate soul power in his hands, forming a series of fairy arts, or blocking attacks, or moving the void, or colliding with soul arts, shaking the fragments of the Heavenly Demon Halberd.

After a full hour, there was a long sigh, and there was no sound in the void.

Han Yi's immortal power was nearly half consumed, and the black shadow in the void in front of him finally disappeared.

In the void, a black mask was suspended here. On the mask, the strange rope runes had disappeared. It was those runes that maintained the "performance" of the Lord of Beimang Mountain for such a long time.

That's right.

Although Han Yi killed the Lord of Beimang Mountain with the fragments of the Heavenly Demon Halberd, it was the Lord of Beimang Mountain who used Han Yi's attack to perform the magic to him.

The combination of triple immortal power and thousands of laws can produce countless possibilities. Each possibility can become a strong immortal art if used properly.

This is the core essence of the Beimang Immortal Scripture.

Although Han Yi did not get the true inheritance of the Beimang Immortal Scripture, in this void, the Lord of Beimang Mountain taught Han Yi this essence in such a special way.

Han Yi bowed, showing his respect for the preacher.

Then, he put away the black mask and looked at the distant land in front of him, the vast and great continent, Penglai Fairyland.

"Black Yama."

"I appreciate the kindness of the Lord of Beimang Mountain. One day, when I have enough strength, this dark force will no longer exist."

After that, he turned around and continued to head north.

...

At the moment when the Lord of Beimang Mountain fell, in the Penglai Fairyland, the Fayuan Sect, a mysterious realm, deep in a dark palace.

The flickering candlelight reflected a skinny figure, who sat cross-legged on a cushion. The candlelight cast a shadow on the wall in front of him, and the shadow covered dozens of black masks.

"Beimang is dead."

A low voice came from this skinny figure, revealing a hint of disbelief.

"How is it possible?"

"Is the other party a peak Golden Immortal, or... an Immortal Lord?"

"Forget it, this matter is beyond my control. I'll just report it and let them worry about it."

After thinking for a while, the skinny figure stood up, walked out of the dark palace, and walked towards the deeper palace. (End of this chapter)