Chapter 633: Gathering

After trying for half a night, Xiao Chen finally gave up. Yunchuan, where Baihua Valley is located, is located to the south of Xianyuan Middle Earth. It is more than 108,000 miles away from here, so the spiritual message probably cannot be transmitted.

In the second half of the night, the surrounding gradually became quiet, the wind passed by silently, and in the complete silence, even time seemed to slow down.

As of today, Meng Xian'er's skill has recovered nearly 70%. At this moment, she is sitting under the tree in silence, but Xiao Chen can't calm down and comprehend the creation of heaven and earth. Sometimes he thinks of what happened back then, and sometimes he thinks about it again. The current situation.

I don’t know if the Rakshasa heroine has recovered from her injuries in Dingfeng City, and I don’t know if Shen Jing has returned from there. I don’t know how Luodie is doing in the Eastern Continent. I don’t know how Lone Deng is doing in the Tianji Tower in the ancient realm of Xianbei. , Lingluan and the others are all fine. I don’t know where they went after we said goodbye. ✼

Whenever he thinks of these people he knew in the world of mortals, Xiao Chen can no longer calm down and continue practicing. Perhaps this is the earthly bond that the master mentioned back then.

A person who cultivates immortality should cut off the fetters of the world, but he just can't cut it off. Maybe this is an obstacle to his transformation into a god.

Just transforming into a god is already so difficult, and it is even more difficult to imagine that in the legends of the past, all those extraordinary and holy people had cut off their seven emotions and six desires? No more earthly ties? No wonder there are saints in the world who forget their feelings. If you want to become a saint, how can you not forget your feelings?

"You have too many worries in your heart. No wonder your practice is hindered."

At some point, Meng Xian'er had opened her eyes and was looking at him. But looking at her face, her complexion was even at this time. It seemed that her skill had returned to 10%.

"Could it be that Fairy Chuchen has nothing to worry about in her heart?" Xiao Chen also opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Is it a tie..."

Meng Xian'er looked at the dark night outside the forest, her face suddenly lost sight for a moment, and there seemed to be little ripples in her beautiful eyes. At this time, she was like a nine-day fairy who was originally ruthless and desireless, but His heart was moved, and he fell into the world of mortals in an instant.

However, in just such a short moment, she recovered and returned to the fairy she was before.

"A saint forgets love, and the worst thing he can do is love, but the one he loves most is our generation..."

Meng Xian'er said slowly, Xiao Chen sat under the tree and looked at her quietly. At this time, how could she look like a member of a demon sect? However, after all, she is one of the leaders of the four major demon sects today, and she can shake up the situation with just a flip of her palm.

Meng Xian'er didn't know that he was still thinking about the difference between good and evil. She looked at him and continued, "Do you know how difficult it is for a person to become a saint? He has to go through thirty-three tribulations. This The thirty-three catastrophes are called the three thousand tribulations of the mortal world..."

Speaking of this, she paused for a while and continued, "In the eyes of most people, the Xutian realm is the pinnacle. Who can rival the Taoist practice for a thousand years? As everyone knows, the Xutian realm is just the beginning of becoming a saint. If you can successfully overcome the tribulation, then You can successfully enter the Hehe Stage. After the Hehe Stage, there is the Dongzhen Stage, then the Transcendent Stage, and finally the Saint Stage. There are thirty-three catastrophes in it. If any of the catastrophes fails, all the previous efforts will be wasted..."

Xiao Chen listened to her speaking slowly, but he didn't expect that the journey of cultivation would be so endless. The Hehe Stage, the Dongzhen Stage, these realms of cultivation, the master had never told him before. It turned out that the journey of cultivation included more than just becoming an immortal and ascending. , and there is also the theory of being transcendent and becoming a saint.

Meng Xian'er continued, "In the past ten thousand years, there are no more than ten people who have become saints in the ancient land of Xianyuan. There are no more than ten people recorded in the book. Even if there is a calamity every hundred years, it will take more than three thousand years. Becoming a Saint... But, do you know, many years ago, there was a person who finally went through thirty-three tribulations. He was about to reach Great Consummation, but in the end, he gave up becoming a Saint for a word of love. …”

At this moment, Xiao Chen was sitting under the tree, listening to her talk like a story. But for some reason, when he heard her talk about giving up becoming a saint, his heart suddenly hurt, and something strange and unfamiliar suddenly flashed through his mind. Familiar scenes are as vivid as a dream from the past.

"One day, will Mr. Xiao also give up becoming a saint for a word of love, and become a mortal from now on, living, old, sick and dying..."

Suddenly, Meng Xian'er looked over at him. Xiao Chen slowly came back to his senses and sat quietly under the tree without moving. At this moment, what he was thinking about was only one person, not Weiyang. That person had nothing to do with love. , but it is the biggest bond in this life.

…

Until early in the morning, when the sky was dark, a large number of people suddenly approached outside the forest in the distance. Upon closer inspection, it was not difficult to find that it was Yusha Xuanji who came with more than two hundred disciples of Mengxian Sect.

"Subordinates, see the sect master!"

Arriving in the forest, Yusha Xuanji immediately led people to pay homage to Meng Xian'er.

Meng Xian'er glanced at the more than 200 disciples and said, "In two days at most, people from the Demon Sky Sect, Xiaoyao Tower, and Baiyun Pavilion should arrive. You should be scattered everywhere. As soon as there is news, report back immediately."

"yes!"

Yusha Xuanji immediately took the people out again, and waited like this for two days. In the afternoon of this day, three powerful auras came from three directions, and Meng Xianer's expression immediately condensed. "They're coming."

Xiao Chen also became alert for a moment. Although he had put down a lot of caution towards Meng Xian'er now, the other three were the three great demons who made the land of Immortal Yuan become a river of blood more than three hundred years ago. He has a bloody feud with his master, how could he not be on guard?

At this moment, a black fog suddenly rolled in from the east, making the originally clear sky suddenly become cloudy.

The black fog came suddenly, and in an instant it turned into a figure and fell into the woods. However, this man had white hair and beard, but he did not have a trace of immortality. Instead, he looked evil. With such an overwhelming demonic aura, Xiao Chen felt a little suffocated even if he was a few feet away.

This man was the leader of the Demon Heaven Sect, known as the Demon Heaven Patriarch. He was the most prestigious figure in the current Demon Sect, calling the wind and rain, and was omnipotent.

When several major demon sects invaded the Middle Earth, this man's magic palm covered the sky. Wherever he passed, there must be rivers of blood and mountains of corpses. In the end, he was severely injured by the sword of Qingxuan Zhenren. I don’t know if his injuries have recovered after more than 300 years.

"I haven't seen you for a hundred years. Senior Motian, you are still as elegant as ever."

At this time, Meng Xian'er walked over with a smile. Among the four leaders of the Demon Sect, it was obvious that the ancestor Motian had the highest seniority and was a senior figure in the Demon Dao, followed by Xuanming Youjun and Baiyun Pavilion Master, while she was considered a junior.

"Well... Fairy Chuchen, how are you?"

The ancestor Motian nodded slightly, and only at the end of his words did he slowly notice Xiao Chen on the other side. At this moment, a heavy murderous aura flashed in his eyes. "People from Xuanqing Sect?"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his palm, and a strong palm force suddenly surged towards Xiao Chen, turning all the plants, flowers and stones along the way into dust.

And Xiao Chen had already prepared everything. At the moment when the palm force attacked, he unfolded the Lingxian Step, leaving only a residual image on the spot, and the original body had instantly moved dozens of feet away.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, the palm of Demon Ancestor Mo Tian struck down, instantly destroying half of the forest. At this moment, the murderous intent in his eyes became even stronger. "Ling Xianbu... is Ling Yin's apprentice!"