Chapter 1102: Moro Realm

In the Demon God Realm, the sound of fighting rose to the sky.

Since the death of the three demon lords, Ji Niu, Xuan Han, and Ying Hu, the entire realm fell into chaos.

The demon lords of the Three Difficult Realms naturally have a lot of territories under their command. Their own tribes alone occupy 10% of the territory of the entire realm.

In addition to the tribes that rely on the three major forces, nearly 20% of the area is controlled by them.

Without the Venerable sitting in charge, these tribes are all in panic. The White Tiger Tribe and the Black Turtle Tribe are okay. The two major divine beast tribes have a deep foundation and a myriad of relationships behind them. Few people dare to take action.

The rhino tribe of Ji Niu Demon Lord is on the verge of extinction in just half a year.

"The fighting in the Demon God Realm is much crazier than in other realms!"

High in the void, Ming Huang overlooked the earth with an inexplicable look.

The reason why she came to the Demon God Realm was that she was entrusted by Gu Xiuyun to help Xu Zhen and spread scientific civilization, and secondly, to rebuild the Phoenix tribe.

Although the phoenix is ​​one of the ancient beasts that is famous in the heavens, it was destroyed millions of years ago. Now there are only two or three big cats and small cats left, which are not even as good as some small tribes.

The descendants of the phoenix are also scattered all over the void, without a system.

"After 100,000 years, this emperor has finally entered the realm of the Venerable. When I integrate the five elements and the two veins become one, it will be the time for the Phoenix tribe to descend on the world."

The flames around the Ming Emperor soared, and his eyes were like the scorching sun.

At this moment, a faint soul wave came from a distance, "Friend Ming Dao, long time no see."

"Cherishing Taoist."

The Ming Emperor's expression suddenly became serious, "Why did you come to the Demon God Realm?"

"I came here to do a few things and give you some treasures." Gu Xiuyun smiled slightly, and a picture album appeared in his palm.

The Ming Emperor looked at it intently.

There are hundreds of places marked on the picture album, all near the Demon God Realm, even including the residences of many tribes, and the small words like mosquitoes and flies are engraved next to them.

"Is this... a treasure map?"

The Emperor Ming was surprised. "Jade Nest Crystal, Earth Core Milk, Dry Veins... are all rare treasures that are extremely beneficial to the demon race. Is what is recorded in the atlas true?"

"Of course it is true. These are the treasures left by the Zhuwu beast. With its means, ordinary venerables will never find them. As long as you go and take them out, the revitalization of the Phoenix race is just around the corner." Gu Xiuyun said.

Zhuwu... The Emperor Ming secretly took a breath and thought of the rumors not long ago.

Wasn't the death of the three demon lords due to the Zhuwu beast?

Zijing Dragon Lord searched in the void for half a year, but finally returned without success. It is said that a hunting order was issued for this.

Could the death of the Zhuwu beast and the three demon lords be related to the Taoist Ximing?

Thinking of this possibility, the Emperor Ming hurriedly shook his head. No matter how powerful the Taoist Ximing was, he only had the threshold of the Three Difficult Realms. How could he be the murderer?

Perhaps it was the work of the True Lord behind him.

"Whether he is the Taoist who cherishes life, what does it have to do with me? I still have his soul imprint in my body. If I dare to disclose this, I am afraid I will die immediately."

Thinking of this, Emperor Ming no longer hesitated and took the atlas to read it.

The atlas records hundreds of locations, and the treasures hidden in them are all related to the cultivation of the demon race, ranging from the Douxiao realm to the Zhenyi realm. These treasures alone are no less than the accumulation of a large tribe for millions of years.

"Hundreds of treasure sites... So many treasures are enough to make the Phoenix tribe rise in a short period of time. Your kindness, Mingyu will never forget it."

Emperor Ming looked up at Gu Xiuyun. In addition to fear, gratitude and respect appeared in his heart for the first time.

After planting the soul imprint, Emperor Ming was destined to be controlled by the other party for the rest of his life. Gu Xiuyun didn't have to do this, but he still gave many treasure sites to Emperor Ming. This was not only a favor, but also a respect.

"You don't have to be polite, fellow Daoist. The rise of the Phoenix Clan is also beneficial to my plan. I'll trouble you to take care of the clan sects in the Luanshan Secret Realm!" Gu Xiuyun clasped his fists and said.

"Don't worry, sir. Although Mingyu is a newly promoted Venerable, it is no problem for him to protect several sects." Minghuang responded repeatedly.

...

After a conversation, the second clone fled towards the Black Turtle Clan.

The cracks in the stone turtle are related to the repair of the fate star disk, which is of great significance to Gu Xiuyun. The Black Turtle Clan must go.

Of course, he did not go there openly, but hid in a Black Turtle Clan monster and went there quietly.

The secret of the ancestral land of the divine turtle must be in the deepest part of the turtle clan, and even only the Venerable knows it.

The best way, of course, is to directly suppress the Venerable of the Black Turtle Clan and find out the information.

But now the Black Turtle Clan is in trouble, and the only remaining Venerable will definitely not leave the Demon God Realm in a short time. What is the difference between taking action under the nose of the Bauhinia Dragon Venerable and seeking death?

Therefore, Gu Xiuyun decided to sneak into the Black Turtle Clan first and get information from the True Realm and the Ninth Rank Patriarch.

…

While the second clone went to the Black Turtle Clan, the human true body also took the black-patterned golden pig to the northern void.

Along the way, Gu Xiuyun looked for the three-difficulty realm spiritual Yin corpse everywhere to absorb the physical body's calamity power.

The first two calamities had been completely refined by him, leaving only the bone-eroding calamity.

The three disasters and nine tribulations, the first three are all related to the physical body.

After passing the three tribulations, it is the Yin-Yang Tribulation. No matter how big the cause and effect is, the fourth tribulation will not appear before passing the Yin-Yang Tribulation.

In the abyss filled with death.

The green figure stood in the air, and the calamity power surged around him. The black-patterned golden pig carefully hid in the distance and did not dare to approach.

"Compared to the previous two dilemmas, the damage caused by the bone-corroding tribulation to the physical body is much more serious. Fortunately, I have cultivated to the ninth level of true meaning. Every particle in my body is extremely tough, and my resistance to the catastrophe is also much stronger." Gu Xiuyun looked calmly. usual.

The physical body of the ninth level of true meaning is almost as good as the newly promoted venerables of the body refining lineage. The only difference is that it does not transcend the constraints of heaven and earth and has certain flaws in nature.

At this moment, he frowned slightly and looked

Towards the distance.

In the abyss of death, a huge Yin corpse can be vaguely seen, running towards this place. The whole body of the Yin corpse is filled with the rules of the avenue, and its aura is like a frenzy, sweeping through billions of miles of void.

"It's another Zhenzun-level Inferi."

Gu Xiuyun quickly restrained his calamity, grabbed the black-striped golden dolphin and fled away.

The true master-level psychic infernal corpse may not be much stronger than him now, but this is where the death energy of the underworld lies. The true master-level psychic infernal corpse is immortal. Fighting with the other party is a complete waste of true energy.

Whoosh!

The cyan figure tore open the void and rushed out of the abyss at extremely fast speeds.

Only an Inferi was left, roaring in the air of death.

…

Three years later.

Gu Xiuyun finally brought the black-striped golden dolphin to the edge of the Moro Realm.

"This is the Moro Realm, it seems like there's nothing wrong with it!"

The black pig looked forward carelessly. The spiritual energy around the realm was surging, and the Gangsha turbid current was undulating, no different from other realms.

However, Gu Xiuyun's face showed a solemn look.

"In addition to spiritual power and evil air flow, there is also a special power, the power from the soul. If you stay in the Moro realm for many years, your mind will be affected. Whether it is a mortal or a monster, even an insect will gradually give birth to a Buddha. sex."

"Buddha nature? What is that?" The black-striped golden dolphin blinked its eyes.

"Buddha nature is the foundation for practicing Zen skills. The stronger the Buddha nature, the higher the realm of Taoism will be," Gu Xiuyun said lightly, "What is truly terrifying is the source of this power, which can cover the entire Moro Realm with spiritual power. Domain, it can be seen that the protector of the Samsara Heart Array has reached an incredible state. "

"If my guess is correct, this person probably understands the rules of cause and effect."

"Cause and effect?" The Black-striped Golden Dolphin looked confused.

"Your current level is not enough to understand the way of life. No matter how much you say, it is useless. Let's go to Zhenyan Temple first."

Gu Xiuyun stepped into the depths of the realm.

There are a total of fifteen realms in the northern void. The Moro realm is almost at the northernmost point, and there are six adjacent realms.

Compared with the heroes in the chessboard realm, the Moro realm is completely controlled by the Zen sect. Therefore, the surrounding areas are often raided by sages, and no alien creature can be found.

Walking between realms is also much easier.

As long as you understand the rules of space, you can travel through the realm at the early stage of the eighth level.

…

In the void, the cyan figure stepped forward without deliberately concealing the aura around it.

The Moro Realm is not like other realms. There are guardians of the Samsara Heart Array, and the rules of cause and effect fill the void all the time. Even if Gu Xiuyun has great abilities, there is no way to avoid the detection of the rules of cause and effect.

In this case, it is better to walk openly and openly in the sky.

Anyway, on the surface, he is just a true spirit. As long as he covers the fluctuations of true energy, he will not attract the attention of the guardian.

As for the black-striped golden dolphin, the most powerful thing about the Kirin beast is that it hides its aura. The guardian's rules of cause and effect can know the existence of the black pig, but it is impossible to tell its identity.

If it were the rules of fate, it would be different.

Different living beings have completely different areas of expertise.

…

Half a day later.

The cyan figure came to a majestic temple.

What's interesting is that half of the temple is within the boundary and half is outside the void. The palace is so majestic that it is actually larger than the small boundary.

"Zhenyan Temple is one of the sixteen ancient temples under the command of the Tibetan Prime Minister Temple," Gu Xiuyun whispered to himself, "Compared to the sects of the heavens, the power of the sects in the Moro Realm is very stable, and almost half of the ancient temples have lasted for hundreds of millions of years. "

Just thinking about the ancient temples that have existed for hundreds of millions of years is incredible.

It has been three to four hundred thousand years since the establishment of the Eight-Eyed Sect.

Tianji Pavilion is slightly older, about a million years.

Almost all the sects that went forward were destroyed. The mythical beast group lasted a little longer, but it was difficult to exceed three million years.

After all, His Holiness does not appear in every generation.

Only the Dragon Clan, with its endless bloodline of descendants, continues to this day. However, the Dragon Clan is different from the sects. Each generation has different sages sitting in charge. The sages of the previous generation and the next generation may still be enemies.

Looking at the endless void, the four forces of the six realms of the West: the Spirit Clan, the Ghost Clan, the Ancient Palace of Samsara, and the Zen Sect, have truly lasted for hundreds of millions of years and have not disappeared to this day.

Gu Xiuyun only stayed in the void for a moment, and a bell that resounded throughout the world came from the temple.

"Dignified guests from far away are welcome in this small temple. Since you have come to my Zhenyan Temple, you are a guest. Please follow me to the temple to rest."

A bald monk wearing a bright yellow cassock and with nine scars on his head stepped out.

Even though they were thousands of miles apart, Gu Xiuyun could still see that the other party was already at the peak of the eighth level, with outstanding cultivation, and a well-known figure in the entire Moro Realm.

"Young monk, don't say anything. I have met my Taoist friend, but don't you know his name?"

"I am a poor Taoist, I am entrusted by my old friend to come to Zhenyan Temple to visit my old friend." Gu Xiuyun said with clasped fists. At the same time, the original rules filled his body, showing the cultivation of a ninth-grade ancestor.

"It turns out to be Fellow Taoist Xianyun, please come with me."

The bald monk quickly invited Gu Xiuyun into the Zhenyan Temple.

A ninth-rank ancestor would receive the most dignified reception wherever he went. After all, to become an ancestor, everyone had a peerless appearance.

On his shoulder, the black-patterned golden pig curled its lips, with a look of disdain.

With the magical power of the Qilin, it could easily see through the interior of the Zhenyan Temple. Although the temple was magnificent, it was already strong on the outside and weak on the inside, and it was almost impossible to find a precious treasure.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The constant ringing of the bell in the Zhenyan Temple immediately attracted the curiosity of many monks. One by one, the Douxiao Realm monks walked out of the quiet room and looked at the highest point of the temple.

Only two figures were seen walking side by side.

On the left was the head monk of the Zhenyan Temple, and on the right was a human cultivator with a strange appearance and an especially strange aura.

On the shoulder of the human cultivator, there was also a black pig demon.

"Thirteen bells, where did the distinguished guest come from? He actually made the ancient bell in the temple, which has been silent for many years, ring thirteen times in a row?" A Douxiao Realm monk asked curiously.

"I don't know, it should be a cultivator from other realms."

"Even if you don't say this, we can see that there are other sects in the Moro Realm besides Zen?"

Everyone looked at the sky.

The biggest difference between Zen and other sects is that they have no hair. Gu Xiuyun has long hair, and anyone can see it.

"By the way, the various temples will have a Dharma performance in the near future. Could it be that the host specially invited helpers from outside?"

"Dharma performance?"

The eyes of the monks suddenly lit up.

Among the sixteen ancient temples under the Cangxiang Temple, Zhenyan Temple has been the last for thousands of years and has become a joke in the entire Moro Realm.

It is not surprising that a cultivator from outside the realm was specially invited for help.

After all, although Zen is exclusive and does not allow other forces to take root in the Moro Realm, it is still allowed for cultivators to discuss the Tao.

The venerables are high above, so naturally they don't care about what's happening below.

...

In midair, Monk Bu Yan talked to Gu Xiuyun while listening to the discussion of the monks below, and couldn't help but be moved.

The Dharma Incense Festival is held every thousand years and is extremely important to all temples.

Since the defection of Bushe Arhat, the Tibetan Temple has been angry with the Zhenyan Temple and suppressed it in many ways, so that it has been ranked last in the past few thousand years.

If this continues, in ten thousand years, Zhenyan Temple will be kicked out of the sixteen ancient temples and downgraded to a ground temple.

The temples in the Moro Realm have a strict hierarchy.

The Zen sect is supreme. Except for the Buddha Temple in the deepest part of the realm, there are no temples. The real power is the four great temples and the twelve temples.

The great temple controls all the practicing monks.

The twelve temples are responsible for the guardian monsters in the realm.

The Zhenyan Temple is second only to the four great temples and belongs to the ancient temples. It can also be ranked in the top 100 in the entire Moro Realm, which is equivalent to a first-class force in the chessboard realm.

Below the ancient temple is the Earth Temple, in which there is at least one monk of the True Realm.

Below the Earth Temple are the inferior temples, and there are some in each small world.

The Zhenyan Temple has existed for nearly 100 million years. If it is downgraded to an Earth Temple, it will not only be a shame for all monks, but also a loss of face for the ancestors.

It is inevitable that the monk Bu Yan is anxious about this.

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Two figures walked into the Dharma Hall at the highest point. At the end of the hall, there is a tall Buddha statue, which is said to be from the Zen tradition.

There are more than a dozen small Buddhas on both sides of the Buddha statue, as well as hundreds of statues of different appearances.

"I have heard that Zen worships the Holy Buddha for a long time. Today I see that it is true." Gu Xiuyun looked forward, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

He had seen the largest Buddha statue before.

In the Shenshan of Luoshen Realm, there is a book that records this Holy Buddha, who is said to be a great existence no less than Luoshen.

"The inheritance behind Zen is indeed extraordinary. Luoshen only left a temple, but no inheritance. The holy Buddha left a legacy in the endless void. I'm afraid that Zen and the ancient temple of reincarnation are related to it."

Thinking of this, Gu Xiuyun's mind flashed.

I don't know if the intention of this holy Buddha to leave a legacy is the same as that of Lu Lian Tianjun, also to invade the endless void.

"It shouldn't be."

Gu Xiuyun shook his head secretly. The Zen protector has already understood the law of cause and effect. If the holy Buddha really wanted this purpose, he would have come in long ago. Why would he wait until today?

What's more, the lineage of cause and effect is different from killing. Killing requires the slaughter of endless lives to achieve the great way. What cause and effect requires is to make good connections. The key is to teach the secrets of Taoism.

While thinking, Gu Xiuyun stepped forward and bowed slightly to the Buddha statue.

The holy Buddha and Luoshen are at the same level. He once vowed not to worship other incense gods.

"I don't understand. I met Taoist Xianyun."

The old monk kneeling under the Buddha statue stood up and clasped his fists towards Gu Xiuyun.

"Hello, Xianyun."

Gu Xiuyun clasped his fists in return.

After the two met, they each found a cushion to sit down. Monk Buyan also sat on one side and said with a smile, "Daoist Xianyun said before that he came here for an old friend. Who is it?"

"Tens of thousands of years ago, Zhenyan Temple had a talented ninth-grade ancestor. This person was not only profound in Taoism, but also good at teaching his disciples and cultivated more than a dozen true realms. Am I wrong?"

Gu Xiuyun looked at the two monks.

"You are talking about Uncle Qi Xiang."

Buyan's eyes widened immediately, with some surprise on his face.

He never thought that Gu Xiuyun's old friend was actually his uncle - ancestor Qi Xiang.

Zhenyan Temple was once the leader of the sixteen ancient temples under the Cangxiang Temple because of the existence of Patriarch Qixiang.

Qixiang's cultivation was far superior to that of ordinary ninth-grade masters. When he was alive, he reached the Heavenly Star Realm, and the five elements were almost completely integrated. Later, he went to other realms to seek the opportunity to become a Taoist, and lost contact.

Most of the ninth-grade masters disappeared in this way.

"Yes, I once met Patriarch Qixiang. At that time, I was only eighth-grade. If it weren't for Patriarch Qixiang's guidance, I would probably stop at the early eighth-grade in this life." Gu Xiuyun sighed.

Hearing this, the eyes of the two monks suddenly lit up.

Gu Xiuyun had such a relationship with Patriarch Qixiang, and there was a great hope that he could help. It was just that I didn't know how strong the other party was. If he was in the early ninth-grade, it would be useless to Zhenyan Temple.

The master was puzzled, and he was also in the early ninth-grade.