Chapter 1365 Great Spiritual Lord
The Saint King Mountain, which was ten thousand feet high, just disappeared.
Countless multi-armed tribesmen and the surrounding sect monks all looked at the direction of the original Saint King Mountain. Some were horrified, some were puzzled, many were at a loss, and more were at a loss.
They didn't know what happened, but they knew one thing, that is, their high and mighty Saint King had fallen, and no one knew who the opponent was. Even many of them couldn't believe that their nine-armed Saint King had been turned into nothingness with the entire Saint King Mountain.
After a long time, a loud cry suddenly came from the mountains, and countless multi-armed tribesmen ran and shouted, as if the end of the world was coming.
A million miles away from the west of Tiandan City, there is an endless swamp-the dark swamp.
The dark swamp is shrouded in miasma all year round, with countless poisonous insects and poisonous plants, some of which are extremely poisonous. Even ordinary fusion period monks can't resist it and dare not cross the line.
Deep in this dark swamp, there is another continuous mountain range, which is tens of thousands of miles in radius. However, the thousands of peaks in this mountain range are all pitch black, and even the soil and rocks on the mountains contain poison.
It can be said that ordinary creatures cannot survive in this dark swamp.
As for how this dark swamp was formed, there is no consensus. One theory is that during the catastrophe of heaven and earth, an ancient poisonous insect crossed the border and tried to invade the Holy Moon Continent. Wherever it passed, poisonous gas enveloped it. All creatures corroded by the poisonous gas would rot in an instant, and their essence would be devoured by it.
This naturally attracted the attention of the monks of the Holy Moon Continent, and they launched a siege against the poisonous insect.
In a great battle, countless creatures fell, but fortunately, the poisonous insect was also killed. After the poisonous insect was killed, the poison in its body spread, forming this swamp.
Of course, there is another theory that this swamp was formed when a powerful monk who practiced poison in ancient times was surrounded and killed by a group of immortal monks. After his death, the poison pill in his body merged with his flesh and blood and penetrated into the ground. Over the years, the swamp was gradually formed.
No matter which one it is, the swamp is full of mystery, and the mountain gate of the Black Poison Sect, one of the ten major sects of the human race, is located in this dark swamp.
The main peak of the Black Poison Sect, the Black Death Mountain, is not high, but it is indeed unusually large. The bottom of the mountain is surrounded by a circle, which is probably ten thousand miles long, just like a stone pier. On the top of the Black Silk Mountain, a completely black palace is built. This palace is very strange. At first glance, it looks like a black skull, with two emerald green flames burning at the position of the eyes.
This is the Black Death Palace, and it is also the place where the leader of the Black Poison God Sect cultivates in seclusion. Whether it is the core elders of the inner domain or the many disciples of the Black Poison God Sect, they cannot step into the Black Death Palace. Otherwise, even the people of the Black Poison God Sect will most likely be infected by the poison around the Black Death Palace and die.
At this moment, on the bald "skull" above the palace of the Black Death Palace, there is a man in a gray linen robe standing, with his hands behind his back, quietly looking at the distance, the poor mountains and bad waters.
Behind him, there is an old man in a black robe lying on his back, trembling all over, as if he is afraid of something.
The old man in the black robe did not even dare to raise his head, and beads of sweat as big as soybeans were dripping from his forehead onto the dark ground in front of him.
The man in the gray linen robe seemed to be unaware of this. He did not speak or turn around. The surroundings were terribly quiet.
After half an hour, a green light gradually expanded next to the black-robed man. In the blink of an eye, it grew to human size. As the green light spread, a man in a green robe appeared. The man looked about 30 years old and exuded a gentle aura.
After he appeared, he first glanced at the black-robed old man kneeling on the ground with some surprise, then looked at the gray linen robe man. His face condensed, and he knelt on one knee and said, "Su Hongxuan pays homage to the Lord of the Territory."
"Well, you get up first."
A low voice sounded.
Su Hongxuan glanced at the black-robed old man again and slowly stood up.
"Thank you, Lord of the Territory." Then he slowly walked to one side and stood.
After another cup of tea, a white light and a red light fell from the sky. When the light dispersed, two people appeared. One of them was a man, about 27 or 28 years old, wearing a white robe, with an ancient long sword behind him. The scabbard was snow-white, which matched the man.
His face was also extremely handsome, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a high nose bridge, and a slightly raised mouth, with a bit of arrogance and loneliness.
With his arrival, the temperature around him seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant.
The woman next to him was dressed in a palace dress, exuding a graceful and luxurious aura. Her pretty face was beautiful enough to turn everyone upside down, but at this moment, her beautiful face was unusually solemn.
Just as the two were about to speak, a whirlwind suddenly blew up a few feet away, and then a ball of fire rose from the whirlwind, and then a red-haired man in a red robe walked out of the flame.
The man looked ordinary, holding a folding fan like a red jade, and stepped out and came in front of the few people.
He and the two people who had just arrived all looked solemn, knelt on one knee, and said almost in unison.
"Fengyun Wujian pays homage to the territory master."
"Bian Wuyu pays homage to the territory master."
"Lu Xuanzhen pays homage to the territory master."
When the three of them knelt down to pay homage to the man in the gray linen robe, they all looked at the old man in the black robe beside them. The woman in palace dress showed a look of surprise.
"Fengyun Wujian? Are you the current master of the Sword Spirit Realm? What about Mo Junhuang? Has he advanced to the Mahayana stage and no longer cares about my Heavenly Plan Order?"
The white-robed man's face changed slightly when he heard this. He knelt down again and said, "Calm down, Realm Master. Seven thousand years ago, Lord Mo was eager to practice martial arts, but he attracted the invasion of the outer demons. His sword energy went out of control. Although he barely resisted the invasion of the inner demons, he was exhausted and passed away soon after."
"Mo Junhuang is dead?"
"Yes, the current master of the Sword Spirit Realm is Lord Mo's son, Mo Qingxun. However, the Realm Master is currently striving to reach the late stage of the Tribulation Realm and cannot spare time to take care of other things. Therefore, Fengyun Wujian dared to take the Heavenly Plan Order on behalf of the Realm Master."
It turned out that the man in the gray linen robe was the Lord of the Heavenly Plan Palace. The Heavenly Plan Palace was located in the Mitian Fantasy Realm, so the four spiritual realms have always called it the Realm Master.
The people who came, except Fengyun Wujian, were the leaders of the three sword saints in the sword domain, and the other three were the masters of the other three spiritual domains.
Lu Xuanzhen, the master of the weapon spirit domain.
Su Hongxuan, the master of the pill spirit domain.
Bian Wuyu, the master of the law spirit domain.
The top figures of the four spiritual domains of the human race gathered here, and the only one who could attract them at the same time was naturally the Tianmou Order of the Mitian Fantasy Realm.
Mitian Fantasy Realm had already led the human race for tens of thousands of years before Huan Tianmou disappeared. After his disappearance, Mitian Fantasy Realm was sealed and disappeared without a trace. The four spiritual domains of the human race became the leaders of the human race. In fact, they were forced to do it.
When they received the Tianmou Order, they were also surprised and doubtful. After all, it had been ten thousand years since the master of Mitian Fantasy Realm disappeared. Among them, except Fengyun Wujian and Bian Wuyu, the master of the law spirit domain, the other two were all figures who had only risen in the past few thousand years and had never seen the true face of Huan Tianmou.
The two of them were somewhat dismissive at first, but after being persuaded by several elders in the Spirit Realm, they followed the order.
"I, Lord, have you already?" Bian Wuyu, who was standing aside, suddenly showed a thoughtful expression, and then his face changed, his eyes showed an incredible expression, and he exclaimed.
The other three people heard this and looked at Bian Wuyu in confusion, not knowing why he suddenly lost his composure.
"I have been missing for ten thousand years and have experienced a lot. Fortunately, everything has passed, and by chance, I have perfected the power of rules."
Huan Tianmou's voice was flat and low, and it sounded ordinary, just like a normal chat, but when it fell into the ears of the surrounding people, it made them all tremble, and in shock, their eyes showed an inexplicable surprise.
"Greetings to Huanling Zun."
The four of them knelt down again, their voices loud and clear, but as the Phantom Spirit waved his sleeves, a light gray spiritual light spread out, directly covering the entire Black Death Palace, and their voices suddenly stopped, A layer of soundproofing was actually implemented.
"I don't want anyone to know about this for the time being. You just need to know about it. The main reason is that when I return this time, I plan to settle old scores with the Spirit Tribe and Bone Tribe."
"Could it be that the legend back then was true? Illusion Spirit Lord was missing after being jointly attacked by several Mahayana monks from the Spirit Clan and Bone Clan?" Bian Wuyu raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Yes, but this is not the point. I have not returned for ten thousand years, and I know very little about the current strength of the Spirit Clan and the Bone Clan. The two of them, Jin Sou and Yin Po, have been sealed off by the Illusion Realm, so they have no information. Therefore, I am so talented I have issued an order from heaven to summon you here. On the one hand, I want you to be prepared. In the future, our human race will regain our lost self-esteem. On the other hand, we also want you to help me investigate. The high-end battle between the two races is now going on. "Power, is there a person of the spiritual master level?"
When the four of them heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other, and they all saw surprise in each other's eyes, especially Bian Wuyu, whose eyes were red and looked like he was about to cry with excitement.
The four major spiritual realms were also extremely glorious. During the heyday of the human race, each of them could even control a place that was truly close to the same realm. Moreover, the domain masters of the four major spiritual realms were all Mahayana monks. This is also the reason for the four major spiritual realms. origin.
Unfortunately, time has changed, and today's four major spiritual realms are just in a corner, and their strength is terrible. It is precisely because of the barrenness of the areas controlled by the human race that they have been unable to give birth to Mahayana monks.
So for human monks, especially those who are at the top, they can especially feel this.
If it weren't for the current miserable situation, their realm would probably be far beyond this, and it would be very possible for them to advance to the Mahayana. After all, the peak existence of each race is really achieved by the accumulation of resources.
The four of them also know very well that with the current status of the human race and the resources they can obtain, it will be difficult for them to advance to the Mahayana in their lifetime, let alone integrate the rules of perfection and become a spiritual master-level existence.
On the Holy Moon Continent, only beings at the level of Spirit Master are qualified to ascend. After advancing to the Mahayana, immortal cultivators have survived the last heavenly tribulation, but they still have a long way to go before ascending to the immortal world. Gotta go.
There are three obstacles in this section of the road.
One is the power of harmonious rules;
The second is to condense the body of a semi-immortal demon;
The third is the integration of the power of rules and the soul to achieve perfection.
After completing these three items, you can break through the void, soar into the sky, and enter the legendary fairyland.
However, it is not easy to achieve these three points, especially the first one, which is to integrate the power of rules. If you want to perfect the power of rules in your own cultivation, you not only need a very high level of understanding, but sometimes the timing is the same. The right location and people are indispensable, so some luck is required.
Once the rules are integrated, the remaining two items are mostly just a matter of time.
Fortunately, the Mahayana cultivators will not encounter heavenly tribulations again. Although they still cannot live as long as the heaven and earth, they can live for a long time, often more than a million years.
So this also reflects the importance of the power of harmonious rules. Only after completing this step can one enter the realm of the Spiritual Lord Saint Ancestor and become the most powerful existence in the spiritual world.
On the Holy Moon Continent, usually only those super clans have Spiritual Lord Saint Ancestors. Of course, there are also such existences in a few large clans.
Spiritual Lord Saint Ancestors usually do not interfere in the struggles in the world of immortal cultivation. Moreover, once a race gives birth to a Spiritual Lord Saint Ancestor, the other races around them will usually give up the rich areas on their own. This is also a common phenomenon in the world of immortal cultivation. After all, doing so can also preserve the clan members, and if they try to resist, they may end up with the extermination of the clan.
The four people are very clear that if Huan Tianmou advances to the realm of Spiritual Lord, the status of the human race will usher in earth-shaking changes. It is time to redivide the sphere of influence in the north of the Holy Moon Continent.
"Lord Lingzun, three thousand years ago, the Ten Thousand Wood Spirit Ancestor of the Spirit Clan suddenly realized the truth and perfected the power of the wood rule. However, the Spirit Clan has been keeping this a secret for thousands of years, so I cannot tell whether it is true or not. However, it is very likely that a Spirit Zun appeared in the Spirit Clan." Bian Wu Yu is the one who has lived the longest among the four spiritual realms, and the people of the Fa Ling Realm are always well-informed. After thinking for a while, she spoke to Huan Lingzun.
"Ten Thousand Woods? The Wood Thunder Immortal Art that this person practices is also considered a superior technique in the world of immortal cultivation. Ten thousand years ago, he was already in the Mahayana stage, and it is very likely that he can perfect the power of rules. This person's supernatural powers are ordinary, and I don't take it to heart. Moreover, the wood rule is also ordinary. The only thing I am worried about is the Chaos Divine Stone. If the Chaos Divine Stone is on him, it will be a bit tricky."
The four people all showed joy when they heard this.
From the words of Lord Lingzun, they naturally heard that the power of rules that Lingzun comprehended must be ranked very high. The ranking of the power of rules is the top ten rules. Among these ten rules, there are three supreme rules, and above the three supreme rules, there is a transcendent rule.
In the world of cultivating immortals, the higher the ranking of the rules, the more difficult it is to comprehend, and at the same time, it is more difficult to reach perfection, which also divides the spiritual masters into different levels.
The spiritual masters who are not included in the top ten rules can only be said to be ordinary spiritual masters, and those who comprehend the top ten rules are called great spiritual masters and supreme masters.
So the four people were even more ecstatic after knowing that Huanlingzun was actually a great spiritual master.
Although the great spiritual master cannot easily kill ordinary spiritual masters, it is still no problem to defeat them.