Chapter 217: Writing Between the Real and the Imaginary

A faint light shines from Chen Yuan's chest, as soft as a firefly, wrapping around his whole body.

Suddenly, an illusory long river fell down and entangled him, but the water was stable and there was no wave.

Chen Yuan looked calm, not shocked by this incident, as if he had experienced it a long time ago. He untied the seal in his hand, and the bronze mirror in his chest shook, and a figure with white hair and black clothes appeared on the mirror.

He smiled slightly, walked out of the mirror, and jumped into the long river of illusion.

"Winds and clouds arise at any time, and there is a new chapter in the world."

The next moment, this figure merged into the river, and Chen Yuan's will also penetrated into it, constantly going forward and backward, and the energy of merit was consumed accordingly. Countless light and film segments passed in front of his eyes, like a revolving lantern, like an illusion. .

Chen Yuan knew in his heart that these were all fragments of past history, silhouettes that really happened and were embedded in history.

Many new memories emerged from his heart. They were both traces of the past and his influence on the past. Many of the contents were changing according to his wishes, reflecting his past real experiences in the cave world. The long river, intertwined with the past, finally achieves a past that is paradoxical -

Going up the mountain alone to become a disciple...

Introductory practice methods...

Successfully traveled to the mountains...

Fighting with others in anger...

Seriously injured and in seclusion...

Avoid the catastrophe of the master's sect...

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As the memories continue to increase, a clear line of life becomes clearer.

It does not change the situation, does not change life or death, does not change the presence or absence, but it seems that someone has written a few strokes in the cracks of history, among the many coincidences, to outline a character.

But the past and the present are always related, and the gaps and coincidences are limited, so once is okay. The more backlash and contradictions there are, the greater the pressure he will bear. Even when Chen Yuan was in the cave, he could only do so with the power of his soul. Cast twice!

"There is a monk in Qishan, whose surname is Chen. He became a disciple during the Xuande period of Nankang State. He practiced diligently. He spent one year building the foundation, ten years refining the Perfect Perfection, twenty years turning the Qi into perfection, and thirty years refining the Qi Golden Pill!"

"This person went out to travel after the golden elixir, and became invincible among his peers. Therefore, he attracted people's jealousy. He eventually fell into a trap and was surrounded and killed. He fought his way out of the siege after a bloody battle! In this battle, there were seven golden elixirs and three gods. In the end, the golden elixir was The elixir is gone, and one of the gods is dead and two are seriously injured!"

"Chen Xiu was seriously injured and went into seclusion, and his whereabouts disappeared after that. Flag Mountain collapsed and Xianmen fell, and there was no trace of him."

Snap.

There were several heavy breathing sounds in the dusty bookcase.

Putting down the scroll in their hands, Lin Xiangjuan and Jingxuan looked at each other, seeing shock and excitement in each other's eyes!

While Chen Yuan was browsing the collections in Xingzhai and Xuanji Pavilion, people from the eight sects were not idle. They were all following the characteristics of "Xuyanzi" to find out whether there was such a person in the past files.

As the heirs of Xingzhai, Lin Xiangjuan, Jingxuan and others immediately went into the archives and rummaged through the collection of books after Chen Yuan left.

But until the sudden change happened on the island, and they fell into physical decay like everyone else, they made no progress at all. Who knew that after the change, they endured the fatigue, discomfort, panic and worry, and when they looked around, they discovered a lot!

"This monk surnamed Chen from the Qishan Sect, judging from the records, descriptions, methods, and personality, it is very likely that he is the great-uncle of Master Xuyan!" Taking a deep breath, Lin Xiangjuan said eagerly.

Jingxuan said excitedly: "That's right! According to the news, my uncle's secular name is Chen Chuan! Everyone in the Xuanji Pavilion said that the master of the pavilion had deduced that his uncle was a descendant of Qishan! That's right! It's all right. !”

Lin Xiangjuan nodded and said excitedly: "When the golden elixir is refined, it can kill the Shen Dao Lord! If it weren't for the old record and personally experienced the power of my uncle, I would not believe it at all! It's really shocking Breathtaking!”

"That's still during the siege. I fell into the enemy's trap and was in absolutely unfavorable conditions. I finally fought back and broke out of the siege! It's fascinating to think about it!" Jingxuan said with a look of longing on her face. Then he added: "However, good and bad things always depend on each other. Because my uncle was seriously injured, he found a place on the spot and stayed in seclusion to adjust his breath, so he avoided the disaster of the Qishan Sect's annihilation!"

"So, my uncle was indeed a person from four hundred years ago! No wonder he has such a virtuous behavior!" Lin Xiangjuan said, suddenly coming back to his senses, "By the way, we have to inform Yu Zhai of this news quickly. Lord them!"

"good."

As the two of them moved the seals and wrote the talismans, the news spread.

Li Xuanji and others who were guarding not far from Chen Yuan soon got the news.

"So that's it! A disciple of Qishan four hundred years ago! I seem to have heard Master mention that there is such a person with a golden elixir cultivation level who can kill many people in a row and is extremely ferocious! It turns out that this is him!" Boy Yanhe exclaimed.

"Only people like this can defeat the incarnation of Xingjun, resist the disaster of annihilation, and turn things around!" Li Xuanji was still frightened, and looked at each other with the others, then cautiously peeked into the distance.

In the mid-air, there was a picture scroll suspended.

Just now, Xingjun was fighting first, and there were many changes, but they did not dare to look at them with their eyes, because it would be easy for the aftermath to affect their Taoist minds, leaving indelible hidden dangers.

After that, Chen Yuan refined five more spiritual lights and led to this painting. Although he came out briefly in the middle, he now sneaked into it again.

A few people were in awe and did not dare to move forward at all. At the same time, they were also vaguely aware that there was actually something hidden around the scroll. If they approached with thought, there would be warning signs, so naturally they did not dare to make mistakes.

Not to mention, several of them looked pale, all because they had not understood the depth and had rashly speculated on the "false words" and were implicated.

"Ahem..." Monk Xuan, who looked pale and had sunken eyes, as if he was terminally ill, said at this time: "The situation is clear. Xu Yanzi is the descendant of Qishan and the most orthodox descendant of this island. We call him Senior Brother, but we are actually marrying up and taking advantage of him! And he is more capable of resisting Xingjun. Even if the leader is resurrected, he is far inferior to him. For such a person, what qualifications and reasons do we have to resist and boycott the Eight Sects of Qishan?"

"Then it's okay to give the key to the town of destiny to him. As long as we can get his blessing, even if we only get a name and a banner, it's worth it!" Li Xuanji was unwilling to lag behind, and said immediately: "You should think deeply about it."

The expressions of the other people changed, but they no longer had the idea of ​​firm refusal.

Yanhe Tongzi suddenly laughed and said, "There is not so much to think about. If he really wants to take it, can we stop him? You dare not even look at the incarnation of the Star Lord, and dare to stop this one?"

After these words came out, everyone woke up and felt relieved.

"Yes, it's fate," Lian Sijie said in a deep voice: "I just hope that we can take this opportunity to make friends, and it would be best if we can... rebuild Qishan."

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When everyone heard this, they were stunned at first, and then stared at the elder of the Red Blood Sect with strange eyes.

Especially Li Xuanji and Monk Xuan were even more shocked, thinking: Could it be that this person is the hidden one?

"What are you looking at? I am just..."

Hula!

Sijie was about to say something else, but suddenly heard a burst of stirring water, and then several people had a stabbing pain in their heads and fell to the ground!

On the other side

As the black and white light gradually merged with the long river, memories were born from nothingness, and the past became true from fabrication. Chen Yuan's will was also involved in cause and effect, and began to sense and connect with related places, people, and events, until...

Buzz!

A buzzing sound!

His consciousness seemed to have touched a boundary.

Then, the stinging pain exploded in his mind!

The will to go upstream was about to collapse!

But for a cultivator like him who had been tempered for thousands of years, his heart was tough, and his soul was protected by the bronze mirror, so he changed his mind and settled down, re-condensed his will, and stood still like a mountain.

"Is this... related memories touching the boundary of the Dingyuan small world?"

In the depths of his consciousness, a vast memory emerged, which was the edge of the vast ocean, as if it was a boundary shrouded by countless thick fogs. Even if he tried his best to peek out, he still couldn't see the real shadow in the fog!

"Fairy spirit!?"

Boom!

Suddenly, in the damaged world in the painting, the fog that permeated everywhere surged!

The black weirdo trembled, screamed, and suddenly covered his face, then fell with his head raised, without a sound.

Then, the clouds and mists from all directions in the world in the painting rushed towards the crack where Chen Yuan was!

"Collect!"

Chen Yuan had expected it. Seeing the mist coming, he waved his hand and the halo of disaster appeared behind him. The halo was like a black hole, which swallowed up the continuous mist and passed it to the incarnation of the three corpses!

This incarnation was originally in the wooden sign and the brocade bag. At this time, it received the surging fairy spirit and immediately jumped out of the brocade bag with a tremor. It sat in front of Chen Yuan in the air, closed its eyes and remained silent, with clouds and mist curling.

In an instant, the ruins in the mountain and the vague figure in the clouds appeared again in Chen Yuan's consciousness.

But this time, he seemed to be pulled by someone, and he approached him all of a sudden, passing through layers of clouds and trees, and came to the front of the man, and then he saw his appearance clearly-

This person seemed to be sitting cross-legged, but in fact, all his limbs were broken, his chest and abdomen were ripped open, and the inside was empty, and his face was as pale as paper, one eye was empty, and the other eye seemed to be dug out, leaving only a dark hole, revealing a sense of death and destruction.

The strong death aura entangled this person, and it was obvious that he was dead, but there was a sense of floating and flying in the distance, as if a gust of wind blew, and this person could turn into a breeze, sweeping across the sky, infecting thousands of worlds!

Immortal! ?

Crash!

All kinds of scenes were shattered in an instant, and Chen Yuan's consciousness also left this illusion!

The corresponding memories have been imprinted in Chen Yuan's heart, allowing him to have a complete identity in this world and in this world, and there is no longer a barrier between him and the way of heaven.

However, this was a change that should have happened. He did not think it was strange, but instead paid attention to another matter.

"There is a problem!"

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes and thought.

"There is a problem with the Dingyuan formation. This formation seems to be related to the dead immortal, if that person is really an immortal!"

He looked at the three corpses in front of him, feeling the trembling broken fingers in the body of this magic weapon, and his eyes turned and fell on the silent black monster.

The next moment, Chen Yuan's will descended on the incarnation!

The three corpses incarnation suddenly opened his eyes, and there was mist in his eyes. A broken finger in his body was buzzing, and strange power spread, gathered in his left hand, and grabbed forward!

Puff!

An eyeball flew up from the face of the black monster!

It's time to go to sleep...