Chapter 1344: Three Gods Mountain Prison Immortal Valley

"This Ghost Gate Three Elements Zhoutian Needle Method is indeed amazing, it can be said to be a creation of heaven and earth, and I don't know who created it." Xiao Lin saw that the white mist of spiritual light began to emerge around the nameless cultivator and spread around, knowing that the acupuncture method was effective. The white mist of spiritual light that was scattered was the power of his spiritual consciousness that he had practiced for many years.

This also made Xiao Lin marvel at the Ghost Gate Three Elements Zhoutian Needle Method. This is just one of the effects of this acupuncture method. If he can fully comprehend it, he may really be able to control the secrets of many cultivators.

However, Xiao Lin also knew that it was not the time to comprehend this acupuncture method.

Now he can only wait. The spiritual power of the nameless cultivator is so huge that it is beyond his imagination. It is impossible for it to dissipate in a short time. At the same time, Xiao Lin has to observe it all the time. If the [Ghost Gate Three Elements Zhoutian Needle Method] dissipates only the power of spiritual consciousness, then it will be fine. After all, for cultivators, the power of spiritual consciousness is exhausted and can be restored through some time of meditation.

If the source of his sea of ​​consciousness is damaged, it will cause irreparable damage. If so, it will be contrary to his actions.

Xiao Lin's goal is to save people, not to kill people.

Sitting cross-legged, Xiao Lin also closed his eyes slightly.

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Lin felt something in his heart and opened his eyes. The nameless cultivator was still lying on the haystack, sleeping foolishly, but the white mist of spiritual light emanating from his body was already very thin.

Seeing this, Xiao Lin immediately flashed in front of him and pulled out the silver needles one by one. Then Xiao Lin took a deep breath, pointed his finger at his forehead, and the huge divine consciousness slowly entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

This time, Xiao Lin did not encounter any obstacles, and Xiao Lin easily entered a void.

The surroundings were pitch black and boundless. Xiao Lin's divine consciousness was still unable to find the edge.

Xiao Lin was also surprised. The sea of ​​consciousness of a Mahayana cultivator was like a universe, vast and boundless. He wanted to find the soul of the nameless cultivator, but it seemed that he had to find it himself.

So Xiao Lin urged the power of his consciousness and flew in this vast dark space, and he was secretly anxious in his heart.

Xiao Lin used the [Ghost Gate Three Yuan Zhoutian Needle Method] to make the nameless cultivator's consciousness dissipate. After he entered his sea of ​​consciousness, he had to pull out the silver needle, otherwise it would cause the source of his consciousness to be damaged, which was an irreversible injury to the cultivator.

Once the silver needle was pulled out, the nameless cultivator's consciousness would gradually recover. Once it recovered to a strong enough level, his consciousness would still be repelled, and if he was not careful, his consciousness would be traumatized.

Xiao Lin wandered in the endless void, but he became more and more anxious.

In this consciousness space, he had no concept of time at all. Once the nameless cultivator's consciousness recovered, he would also be in danger.

For him, the most terrifying thing was the consciousness storm. Once his consciousness recovered and he had a deep hostility towards him, it would trigger a consciousness storm, which he could not stop with his consciousness.

If his consciousness was annihilated here, Xiao Lin's body would become a fool, no different from death.

For a moment, or perhaps a long time, Xiao Lin's heart became more and more depressed. He raised his head and roared, and the sound waves formed by his consciousness spread out.

The dark void around him suddenly changed, and turned into a continuous mountain range. The sky also turned azure blue, and there were even sun and white clouds.

Xiao Lin was slightly stunned, and then exclaimed: "Consciousness world?"

According to legend, when the power of the immortal cultivator's consciousness is strong to a certain extent, it can create a world in the sea of ​​consciousness through consciousness. This world is not real, but created by the consciousness of the immortal cultivator.

The consciousness world can not only deepen its understanding of the rules by shaping the power of rules, but also slow down time through the power of controlling the rules of the consciousness world, so that the immortal cultivator is equivalent to practicing in a world where time is several times or even dozens of times slower than outside, thereby greatly improving efficiency.

Not only that, when a cultivator encounters an invasion of the inner demon, he can also enter the consciousness world to fight against the inner demon.

After all, in this consciousness world, the cultivator himself is the creator, the real master.

"Swoosh~~~" A figure suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Lin. Seeing the figure, Xiao Lin's face condensed, knowing that he had found the nameless cultivator.

This person looks exactly like the nameless cultivator, but he is looking at Xiao Lin with horror.

"How did you get here?" While saying this, he retreated, and after retreating several feet, he turned around and ran.

Xiao Lin was slightly stunned, and immediately urged the power of consciousness, and flew in front of the nameless cultivator in an instant, blocking his way.

"What do you want to do?"

Xiao Lin frowned slightly, and his heart was full of confusion. If this person is really the soul of the nameless cultivator, then it is absolutely impossible to be so unbearable. You must know that in this consciousness space, the soul is the real master, who can call the wind and rain, and travel thousands of miles in an instant.

Xiao Lin was just an intruder at the moment. As long as the other party wanted to, a thought could seriously injure him. Of course, unless his spiritual power was far superior to the other party, only the true immortals in the fairy world could do this. "Who are you? Why are you here?" Xiao Lin did not answer, but stepped forward, looked at the man's eyes, and asked in a deep voice. "Me? Who am I? I am? Huh? Who am I? Why am I here?" Facing Xiao Lin's question, the nameless cultivator showed a confused expression on his face and muttered to himself.

Xiao Lin suddenly had an idea, and then he asked fiercely: "So you are just a shadow, where is your master?"

Xiao Lin's loud questioning frightened the nameless monk and made him jump up, his face full of fear.

"I can't tell you if he is... He will kill me if I tell you." The fear on the face of the nameless monk became even worse, and he seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Xiao Lin sighed in his heart, knowing that he would not be able to achieve his goal by intimidation, and suddenly he had an idea.

He said: "As long as you tell me where he is? I will tell you where Xiao Jin is?"

Xiao Lin suddenly thought that when he found the nameless monk, he did not see the golden-horned blood roar, and thought it had escaped.

The nameless monk was so in love with the golden-horned blood roar, which also showed that it was his obsession. Usually, if you want to solve the knot in your heart, only obsession can do it.

Upon hearing this, the nameless cultivator's face suddenly showed a surprised expression: "Really? Do you really know Xiao Jin's whereabouts? No. No, if I tell you, he will definitely kill me."

Xiao Lin knew that the "he" the nameless cultivator was talking about was his real soul. The nameless cultivator in front of him was just a wisp of soul, which was filled with his negative emotions.

"No, I will make sure you are fine, and I will also tell you Xiao Jin's whereabouts so that you can meet."

After hearing this, the nameless cultivator thought for a moment, but it seemed that he still couldn't resist his desire to know the whereabouts of the Golden Horned Blood Flame Howl.

"Okay, he is in the Prisoner Valley of the Three Gods Mountain."

After hearing this, Xiao Lin did not speak, but his eyes became more and more fierce.

Seeing this, the nameless cultivator was also slightly shocked, and a bit of fear flashed in his eyes, and then he said helplessly: "Just keep going in this direction and you will see it."

"Thank you." After hearing this, Xiao Lin clasped his fists and then turned into a ray of light and flew away.

The nameless monk mumbled a few words, suddenly remembered something, and then shouted in the direction where Xiao Lin disappeared.

"You haven't told me the whereabouts of Xiao Jin yet?"

Unfortunately, Xiao Lin couldn't hear him anymore. It wasn't that he wanted to let the nameless monk down, but it was a helpless move. Besides, the Golden Horned Blood Flame Howl was a beast equivalent to a monk in the Tribulation Crossing Stage. If he ran into it, he would probably die.

Following the direction indicated by the nameless monk, Xiao Lin flew for an unknown period of time. Just when he was wondering if the nameless monk had deceived him, he suddenly saw three huge stone statues in the distance ahead.

These three huge stone statues were actually much taller than the surrounding mountains. They stood out like a crane among chickens in this mountain range, and were very conspicuous, so Xiao Lin saw them at a glance.

"That should be the Three Gods Mountain." Xiao Lin was delighted and said to himself, and then he used all his strength to activate the power of his consciousness and headed towards the Three Gods Mountain.

Soon Xiao Lin saw the three stone statues clearly. The three stone statues were not connected, and they were quite different. One of them was actually a stone skeleton, and the other was much shorter, only reaching the shoulders of the other two stone statues, but the whole body was dark red.

The third stone statue was more normal, with regular facial features like the human race, but there was a ravine between its eyebrows, which looked like a closed eye.

"This"

Seeing the three stone statues, Xiao Lin was also puzzled.

"The first stone statue seems to be a member of the Bone Clan, the second stone statue is a member of the Spirit Clan, and the third stone statue looks like a human, but it is not. Xiao Lin has also seen people from the Tianmu Clan, so he recognized the third stone statue as a member of the Tianmu Clan at a glance."

The three stone statues were in a triangle, wrapping a valley, and Xiao Lin went directly to the valley below.

If these three stone statues are the Three Gods Mountain, then the valley in the middle should be the Prison Immortal Valley.

Xiao Lin landed in the valley and found that there were exotic flowers and plants, and the stream was like a paradise. However, Xiao Lin was not in the mood to appreciate the scenery, but cast his eyes not far away.

There was a bamboo house beside the stream. In front of the bamboo house, there was a middle-aged man in a white robe, holding a white chess piece in his hand, playing chess with him.

Xiao Lin walked slowly over and came to less than three feet away from the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man did not seem to notice Xiao Lin's arrival. He frowned and looked at the chessboard in front of him with an expression of hard thinking.

Xiao Lin could not help but look at the chessboard, but when he saw the layout of the black and white pieces on it, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Langhuan chess game?"

Xiao Lin's exclamation seemed to interrupt the middle-aged man's thinking, and he turned to look at Xiao Lin.

"It is fate that my friend can come to this Xizhu Residence. Why don't you sit down and play a game of chess with me?" The middle-aged cultivator looked at Xiao Lin with a kind face and gentle words. However, he looked only about 40 years old, but he called himself an old man, which made Xiao Lin a little strange.

Xiao Lin looked around and said, "Senior, you are so elegant. You are imprisoned in this Prison Immortal Valley, but you can still be so calm and enjoy playing chess. Don't you know that if you don't advance on the road to immortality, you will retreat. Senior, you are wasting your time here. Isn't it a pity to waste your cultivation?"

The middle-aged cultivator smiled bitterly when he heard this.

"My friend, you have a sharp eye. You can see that I am imprisoned here. Haha, if you don't advance, you will retreat. But do you know that this road to immortality is endless? We cultivators have been practicing hard all our lives, but we are just the foundation stone on this road to immortality. Maybe there is no end to this road to immortality. Just like ordinary people, we are in a panic all our lives. Some of us work hard to seek fame and fortune. Even if we are rich enough to rival a country and have power over the world, we are just ants in our eyes, not worth mentioning. We cultivators believe that we have boundless magical powers. There is no guarantee that there is no stronger existence, looking down on us, just like we look down on ordinary mortals?" Xiao Lin was shocked when he heard this. The middle-aged cultivator said a few words, but they were very powerful and directly shook Xiao Lin's heart. Since he embarked on the road to immortality, his heart has been as solid as a rock. No matter when and where, he has never wavered. He must firmly believe that as long as he works hard to practice and his heart is firm, one day he will be able to ascend to the immortal world and become a true immortal. But what the middle-aged cultivator said made him confused.

When he was in the mortal world, he thought that he could enjoy endless life by ascending to the spirit world, but when he really ascended to the spirit world, he found that there was no difference between the spirit world and the mortal world, except that it was larger and had more races.

Intrigues and deceptions not only did not decrease, but were much more than in the mortal world.

If the spirit world is like this, is it impossible for the immortal world to be the same? What is the immortal road that he is pursuing? Is the true immortal the end? If the true immortal is not the end, what is above the true immortal?

Or is it really as the middle-aged cultivator said, the immortal road will never end, and all the immortal cultivators walking on this road will eventually become the foundation stone of this road.

"So why should you be so persistent, my friend? Why not live in seclusion in this paradise and enjoy this rare tranquility?" The voice of the middle-aged cultivator sounded again.

Scenes of the past emerged in Xiao Lin's mind.

He thought that his heart was as solid as a rock, and his heart for the Tao was as solid as a rock, but in this life, is there no regret or guilt?

When he accidentally read the Dry Water Sutra, he knew the existence of immortal cultivators in the Tianlu Mountains, so he decided to pursue the immortal way. For this, he abandoned his father and sister. Although he went back after achieving success in cultivation, he reunited with his family until his father died, which also untied his heart knot.

But is the heart knot really untied?

A beautiful figure appeared in front of him.

On the top of the mountain, he was looking up at the void. The sky after the tribulation was so blue, just like a gem.

Looking back suddenly, Xiao Lin saw his wife Lin Xueying. She was in tears and her face was full of reluctance. She knew that after her husband left, it was unknown whether they would have a chance to meet again.

But she knew that her husband's heart for the Tao was comparable to the sun and moon of heaven and earth, and she could not stop his progress. Of course, she kept telling herself that she should not be so selfish, but should support her husband.

For his own immortal road, abandoning his wife to ascend to heaven, isn't this a pity?

Scenes flashed in Xiao Lin's mind, Zhong Ling, Xiao Sanshao, Bai Shuangzhi

Familiar figures appeared in Xiao Lin's mind, and he was in a state of confusion. Seeing this, the middle-aged monk didn't care at all, but smiled warmly.

But his smile soon froze on his face, and he saw countless golden runes suddenly appear on Xiao Lin's body. The moment the runes appeared, a black gas burst out from Xiao Lin's body, and he woke up instantly.

"Bu Tian Jing?" The middle-aged monk's face changed and he exclaimed.