Chapter 683 Ming Zhaotian, the Inheritance Land (Ask for Monthly Tickets on June 1st!)

The majestic spiritual energy poured in, forming a monstrous spiritual energy tornado.

A figure floats in it, rising and falling, high and low, like a duckweed involuntarily.

With a physique comparable to that of a desolate beast, he struggled to hold on under the terrifying impact of spiritual energy and not be torn to pieces immediately.

But, I can't find a way forward, I can't find a way out!

At this moment, a stream of pure mana faintly emanated from the wooden sign on his chest, and merged into the spiritual energy tornado like ripples.

It’s the Nascent Soul realm!

With the addition of the domain, the surrounding spiritual energy is still violent, but there is now a calm place.

Luo Chen suddenly paused and steadied himself, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"I see."

There is a trick to entering the inheritance place through this spiritual energy tornado. You must have a method similar to the Nascent Soul realm to be able to flow down the river, so that you will not be torn into pieces by the violent spiritual energy.

Thinking of this, he asked Han Zhan to release the Nascent Soul Realm, and his own Senluo Hell appeared.

Sure enough, after the appearance of Senluo Fire Hell, he could also move freely in the spiritual energy tornado.

but!

Because his Senluo Hell relies on his own power, rather than relying on the spiritual energy of the outside world, the price of his freedom of movement is the rapid consumption of his own mana.

"If other Jindan people want to enter Mingzhaotian, they must either have similar pseudo-domain methods like me, or they must rely on the blessing of Zhenren Yuanying, or they must refine targeted magic weapons in advance like the master of Moyun Cave. ”

After understanding this, Luo Chen stopped forcing it.

"Senior, you better do it!"

"Um."

Once the Senluo Fire Hell was closed, Han Zhan's Nascent Soul realm expanded again.

In the faint green light, Luo Chen dived steadily.

After an unknown amount of time, Luo Chen's feet touched the ground and reached the deepest part of the spiritual energy tornado.

The place to stay is a stone platform.

"Teleportation array?"

As soon as this idea came up, the formation started on its own.

Luo Chen's body was like a mountain. He was motionless, only feeling the light and shadow flowing, and his body seemed to be torn apart.

When that feeling dissipated, he had arrived in an unknown place.

The ancient stone platform hangs alone in the night sky.

Underfoot, it was dark and bottomless.

Outside the stone platform, there is an unknown innocent wind blowing endlessly.

As far as the eye can see, there is loneliness, only fourteen star-like light sources are emitting light.

No!

It is better to say thirteen than fourteen, and one of them is extremely dark, giving people a feeling that the future is dead.

Just when Luo Chen was observing his surroundings, the wooden sign between his chest trembled slightly and detached itself.

"senior?"

The soul-nourishing wooden sign hangs in the air, emitting a faint light.

The next moment, a figure fell out. It was another refined corpse refined by Master Red Corpse.

There were two ends in total, one melted into Zhuque Mountain, and this was the only one left.

Han Zhan's soul-nurturing wooden plaque fell on the refined corpse. In just a short moment, the originally dead corpse appeared to be alive.

His eyes trembled, and he opened them slightly, revealing the vicissitudes of life.

“I haven’t had this down-to-earth feeling for a long, long time.”

Han Zhan possessed the body and stamped his feet, feeling quite happy.

He looked at Luo Chen and said, "Give me the Seven Evil Sword and the Ten Thousand Soul Banner. I don't have any handymen on hand. I can help you if you encounter a battle."

Luo Chen hummed, took off the Soul Sky Sword Box containing the Seven Evil Swords from his back, and then handed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to the opponent's hand.

With the help of these two magic weapons, Han Zhan finally had the strength to fight.

While Han Zhan was getting familiar with the Corpse Refining Body, Luo Chen observed the surroundings.

Finally, he slowly raised his head and looked at the huge stone wall surrounding the stone platform.

At the front, there are three words.

【Ye Ming Zhao】

This is the origin of the name Ming Zhaotian on the third day of the Demonic Land.

Luo Chen didn't understand what it meant, and his eyes slowly moved back, and a line of poem came into view.

Nineteen days of earthly truth, both plain and strange.

People's hearts have no calculations, and national players sometimes lose.

The meteors are far away, but the hail is late.

It has only been one game in Linxuan, and the cold sun is setting in the west again.

"This is a poem about Go." Han Zhan walked over, glanced at it, and said slowly.

Luo Chen also knew it and understood its meaning.

The general idea is very simple. It is nothing more than using chess as a metaphor to describe the ups and downs of the world and the unpredictable nature of people's hearts. The situation is constantly changing, and if you are not careful, your life will be wasted.

The poetry is not difficult, but the strange thing is, why is this little poem placed at the entrance of Ming Zhaotian?

Han Zhan couldn't give a better answer to this.

"Let's take a look at the next road to avoid being caught up by Tai Sui later."

"Does he dare to come in?" Luo Chen asked.

Han Zhan chuckled, "I'm afraid he dared! Didn't you hear what he said? Before leaving the Demonic Land, he cannot merge with his true body. The person who caused such shackles should be the master of this place, Demon Lord Liantian, who did something to his body. What method. If he does the opposite, if he keeps his soul and body separated, he won't be restricted. "

Luo Chen opened his mouth, but finally had no words to refute.

His eyes fell on the fourteen shining star points, and he said slowly:

"This should be the way out."

Han Zhan stepped forward, "It is also the entrance to the inheritance place!"

Luo Chen stepped forward, stood side by side with him, and glanced at him.

"You want to get inheritance?"

"If you didn't want to, how could you come in?" Han Zhan asked.

Luo Chen shrugged, "I can't go back. Tai Sui's clones are surrounding me in Falling Demon Abyss. Even if I rush out, there will be Yue Canglan Falling Abyss Dragon Sect and Bai Crow Ghost Sen, two fifth-level psychic spirits, blocking my way... …”

"hehe."

Han Zhan chuckled, not revealing Luo Chen's true inner thoughts.

He started walking around the fourteen points of light, and as he walked, he said: "Tai Sui once said that the Demon Lord of Heaven Refining is the most powerful Master of Refining the Void among the people he knows, and he has used more than a dozen kinds of law power. "

"Not to mention whether these words are exaggerated, but judging from the arrangement of the Five Elements Heaven, this person can truly shock the world and surpass the ancient and modern."

"And the inheritance laid down by such a being must have its purpose, and the content of the inheritance is definitely good!"

"If we can get one or two of them, we will benefit a lot throughout our lives, and we may even be able to advance to become gods!"

Having said this, his footsteps stopped next to the faintest star point.

"Here, the stars are dim and the road ahead is dead. It means that someone has passed by and the inheritance has been taken away. Luo Chen, who do you think has obtained the inheritance here?"

Luo Chen frowned and subconsciously wanted to say Yuan Mo Sect, but stopped when the words reached his lips.

In my mind, a name subconsciously appeared.

The only human being in Beihai who can become a god—Li Canghai!

According to rumors, it was after he came out of the sinking sea that he luckily broke through and became a god.

There are even rumors that he received the formation inheritance in the ruins of the Sunken Sea.

Looking back at what we did in the Demonic Land, we can see that the formations were everywhere, and they were all exquisite.

If Li Canghai really obtained the true inheritance of the core of the Heavenly Alchemy Demon Lord's formation, it would seem natural to advance to become a god.

"Li Canghai, leader of the Canghai Righteous Alliance." He said the name.

Han Zhan smiled and nodded, "Same as I thought."

Then his smile faded and he solemnly said: "If he can do it, we can do it!"

As he spoke, his footsteps started again, and finally stopped at a starry entrance.

A strong attraction arose spontaneously in his heart.

It seemed that this was the most suitable place for him to go.

The only thing that made him hesitate was probably whether the corpse-refining body could allow him to obtain a true inheritance.

If you fail, will you fall into it?

Hesitant, hesitant, ready to make a move.

While he was wandering, Luo Chen also started to move around.

Thirteen roads, which one should I take?

Just as Han Zhan thought, he didn't covet these inheritances deep in his heart.

He, Luo Chen, is a casual cultivator without a master.

Everything is achieved through one's own efforts.

But the things spread on the market in the world of immortality are not powerful things after all.

There are only two or three things in his body that can be considered powerful.

The "Tianhuang Nirvana Sutra" is the most important, which improved his cultivation speed. It originated from Cangwu Mountain and is most likely the technique of Qixia Yuanjun.

The natal magic weapon Hunyuan Cauldron came from Qingdan Valley, but its upper limit relied on Tian Yezi, Han Zhan, and Qingshuang Demon Emperor, three great masters to jointly forge it for him.

Even the Xuanchen Armor and the Second Yuan Dan came from Penglai Immortal Sect and Luoyun Sect.

It can be said that the truly powerful things are all in the hands of the big sects and powerful figures.

But now, the generation of True Lord Lianxu is far "bigger" than everyone in the Shanhai Realm!

If he can get one or two of them, maybe he will be as Han Zhan said - "lifelong benefit"!

Then which path should I choose?

Luo Chen walked slowly, feeling the connection between himself and those star points.

one two three!

Fourteen star points, three in total, exuded the attraction that made his heart flutter.

But there is one thing that is not optional.

That is the path that may represent the inheritance of the formation.

There are only two places left.

"What do these two places represent?"

Just when Luo Chen hesitated, a slight tremor came from the stone platform behind him.

A figure slowly emerged.

He has a fat body and a thin face, and his eyes are full of rage.

It's Tai Sui!

"Luo Chen, I'm going to take the first step."

Han Zhan's message came, and then he made up his mind and stepped into the starlight.

The reason why he was so decisive was simple.

Tai Sui's body exuded a terrifying aura, completely surpassing the early Yuanying monks.

Such an existence is no longer something he and Luo Chen can fight together.

Luo Chen's expression changed slightly, and he finally made a decision at the star entrance that attracted him the most.

Nodding to Tai Sui, Luo Chen took a step forward.

At this moment, the formation gradually dimmed, and Tai Sui strode out.

But on the lonely stone platform, there was no trace of the old friend.

Tai Sui clenched his teeth and his eyes were red.

He took one step forward and came to the starlight entrance where Luo Chen entered. Just as he was about to chase after him directly, his steps stopped in mid-air.

"The things left behind by the master are opportunities for others, and they are not the same for me."

"In the place of inheritance, different paths lead to the same destination. As long as I go out quickly enough, I can always meet that kid again... His name is Luo Chen, not Luo Hai?"

“And if you want to get out as quickly as possible, you must choose the path that suits you best.”

After muttering a few words, Tai Sui took back his steps and began to wander around the thirteen entrances that emitted light.

…

In the dim world, there are all kinds of ominous atmospheres.

Some creatures, whether human or demonic, like demons and ghosts, wandering among them like ghosts and monsters.

The land was devastated, as if it were an ancient battlefield that had experienced countless wars.

A blood-robed Taoist walked among them, with hundreds of figures circling and flying beside him, sometimes escaping far away, sometimes returning.

Suddenly.

The blood-robed Taoist's sinister eyes paused and he looked towards a certain place.

With a thought, hundreds of clones returned together and merged into his body, and he jumped forward.

A few days later, a young man stood on the shore of a sea of ​​blood, nodded to him, and merged into his body.

If Luo Chen were here, he would definitely be able to recognize at a glance that the young man was He Yuan, the direct descendant of the Yuan Mo Sect whom he had met twice in the past.

And this blood-robed Taoist is clearly the Blood Nightmare Demon Luo.

He stood quietly in a sea of ​​blood, with a look of emotion on his face.

"Old Ancestor, if you had not died, how could our Yuan Demon Sect have perished at the hands of the demon clan?"

Then he shook his head again.

"If the Yuan Demon Sect is not destroyed, how can I violate the rules of the first generation ancestor, fulfill what I want in my heart, and try to unite the three veins into one to achieve the true form of the Yuan Demon."

While muttering, he was about to step into the sea of ​​blood.

At this moment, a striking sword sound sounded.

In the blood sea, the waves were like dragons, and a bloody light shot out, turning into a simple war sword.

The war sword hangs high, the tip of the sword points diagonally, pointing at the Blood Nightmare Demon Luo from a distance.

Blood Nightmare Demon Luo frowned slightly, "Why did you stop me? It was obviously you who led me here."

The blood-colored war sword remained silent, just hanging high, its blade sharp and sharp.

Blood Nightmare Demon Luo took a deep breath, and a rich blood light slowly emerged from his body.

"I am the twenty-seventh generation disciple of the Yuan Mo Sect, and I carry the inheritance of the Blood Sea. I am here just to collect the power left by the ancestors of the Blood Sea to help me move towards the realm of god transformation."

"If you become a god, you will definitely restore the Demon Sect."

"It's fine if you don't help me, how can you stop me!"

The rich blood light rolled upwards and was about to be stained by the ancient war sword.

As if aware that this bloody light full of filthy power was not easy to deal with, the ancient war sword let out a mournful cry and fled away.

Seeing that the so-called God-killing Blood Sword had been forced back, Blood Nightmare Demon Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This dark world was too dangerous and filled with countless monsters that he had only recorded in the sect's books.

Even the ancestor of the Blood Sea fell into this world!

Therefore, he did not dare to think about the inheritance of the dark world at all.

When he came here, his purpose was very simple, which was to absorb the power left by the ancestor of the Blood Sea, so that he could take a further step towards the unification of the three meridians.

Of course, if he could understand some of the blood law, he wouldn't mind using it to advance to become a god.

"Now we are only at the third level of Nascent Soul, and it is still too early to reach the realm of divine transformation. It is better to absorb the remaining ancestor power here first!"

After muttering to himself, the Blood Nightmare Demon took several shots on his body.

Then, hundreds of figures escaped from him one by one.

"Blood God Son, go!"

After drinking it, hundreds of figures were submerged into the sea of ​​blood.

After absorbing it with great concentration for several days, after confirming that there was no problem with Blood Nightmare Demon Luo, he cautiously stepped into the sea of ​​blood.

Once inside, he started to activate his skills.

Instantly, his body began to melt and merge with the sea of ​​blood.

At the same time, there was another battlefield in this world.

Four figures stood on the broken ground.

The three of them were motionless, except for a tall, strong and domineering man squatting on the ground, looking at the broken body.

"The monsters here are too fierce. The four Nascent Soul Stage Blood God Sons of mine all came out and cooperated with the main body to kill them by force. For this reason, one of the Blood God Sons was destroyed, leaving only three."

He stood up slowly, his beard unable to hide the angry look on his face.

"Where is the place where the Blood Sea Ancestor is seated?"

"If I can't find the place where he sat and transformed, I won't be able to advance to the late Nascent Soul stage at all, so how can I talk about the Great Way of Soul Transformation!"

Looking around, he made a difficult decision.

It would be difficult to find the place where the Blood Sea Ancestor rests on his own, so he might have to spread his strength.

With a thought in his mind, the three Blood God Sons beside him fled in three directions.

As for himself, he sneaked beneath the surface silently.

…

A world full of green water and green mountains, exuding vitality.

A figure suddenly appeared from the sky staggeringly.

He fell suddenly, creating a large cloud of dust on the ground.

When the dust dispersed, Luo Chen's slightly pale face was revealed.

He looked around, and finally his eyes settled on a tall gray stone monument.

On it, the two words mentioned.

【Alchemy World】