In secret places all over the world of cultivation, people showed up one after another to check.

Even the people who had been buried for thousands of years in Posati took the initiative to open their coffins and looked at the sky solemnly.

Once the coffin is opened, he will not be able to be buried again in the future. He can only give up his current advantage and return to his sect's power.

At the edge of the underworld, where the old ghost was buried, a sigh came from under the light yellow soil.

"Changes are coming after all."

Upon hearing this, voices of inquiry came from the coffins on the surrounding cliffs.

"Old ghost, do you know anything? What's going on with this rift?"

"We are all from the world of cultivation. Why keep it secretive? Tell us everything you know. Maybe we can discuss it together."

"This crack makes me very uncomfortable. It feels like it's suppressing me. I'm afraid it's dangerous inside."

"Stop pretending to be dead, old man. Come out and talk to us."

"..."

The deepest cliff of the entire Posat Causeway recalled several old voices, and some even saw coffins flying up and flying everywhere in the Posat Causeway.

The old ghost said in a deep voice: "I don't know the details, but I used the secret order yellow paper to calculate a divination. This is a great disaster for my cultivation world. Chaos will arise and all things will be destroyed."

Chaos arises? All things perish?

Is this a display of hexagrams?

In this case, wouldn’t the world of cultivation have to face the terrifying disaster of destruction of all things?

What is in this crack that can actually allow the old ghost to calculate such a hexagram?

"Everyone, what do you think?" A cold shout came from the golden coffin on the cliff.

Immediately, the entire Posi Di was quiet, and the Po Su Di, which was bustling just now, fell into deathly silence at this moment.

Since it is a hexagram indicating the destruction of all things, it is useless for them to continue to be buried.

As the saying goes, if you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later. If you emerge from the coffin now and survive this disaster, you may be able to get a blessing in disguise and ascend to the fairy world!

Even if they accept the hexagram about the destruction of all things, at least they can meet their younger generation of monks and fight against this disaster together.

Suddenly, a dilapidated coffin on the far right side of the cliff exploded, and an old man stinking of corpses slowly fell down, his white beard flying, and his robes rustling.

"Old martial arts merchant, can't you bear it anymore?" the monk in the golden coffin asked.

The old martial arts merchant sighed and said in a deep voice: "Since the disaster is coming, why should I hide? Besides, I don't have much time. Instead of waiting for death here, wouldn't it be better to see my descendants one last time?

?”

Many of the people present are short on time, and life-extending elixirs are not easy to obtain, so the dream of extending life is too extravagant.

Now that disaster is coming, it is better to open a way for future generations to survive.

This can be regarded as the last thing done by the cultivation world.

"boom!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Three more coffins exploded, and three figures slowly floated down.

"The old martial arts merchant is right. I don't want to sleep anymore. It's time to get up and stretch my muscles."

"That's right. Such a change will never happen for thousands of years. Who can say whether it is a blessing or a curse? What if it is a newly opened passage in the immortal world, wouldn't we have missed it by hiding?"

"You should think about it first. I'll go back to my family and have a look. I've been sleeping for five hundred years and I don't know how the younger ones in the family are doing."

…

Haotian Sect.

Su Fan asked Qi Ling to open the secret cache and let everyone come out to clean up the Haotian Sect's battlefield together.

Easy to calculate

It's because the young emperor's fireball didn't fall, otherwise the Haotian Sect would really have no place to stay.

Zhang Shanfeng said the words left by the great monk before, which also gave Su Fan a little understanding.

But Su Fan's understanding of the Three Thousand Worlds is better than anyone else.

Although he has never been to other worlds, he is familiar with the demon world.

All the demons inside are talented, and they speak well. I didn’t have much chat with the demon emperors last time in Ximeng State, so I just want to find time to chat now.

"Everyone listen, the Haotian Sect will close the mountain starting today, and all disciples who want to go out must have the handwriting of the three elders."

Su Fan stood on the first stage and shouted: "The handwriting can only be obtained by defeating the elders, otherwise you are not allowed to go out. During the tribulation period, monks can move freely, but they must not cause trouble."

After hearing this, everyone knew that Su Fan was doing it for their own good and had nothing to complain about.

Everyone worked together to clean up the Haotian Sect, and then used magic to repair the destroyed houses of the Haotian Sect. The scene was full of excitement.

After Su Fan finished speaking, he looked at Qi Ling.

The current chess spirit is not strong enough, otherwise the protective formation will not be easily broken through by the Celestial Being Sect.

Now that the enemy of the Three Thousand Worlds is about to attack, the protective array must be raised first, so that the people of the Haotian Sect are more likely to survive.

"Yun Xi, you, Hu Jinwan and Jing Wenxin are ready to arrange the sect-protecting formation. I still have a Netherworld Stone in my hand. When the time comes, I will arrange a Netherworld Ninth Path Xiaohun outside the main door.

Heavenly Formation."

Su Fan arranged: "Jing Wenxin, if you use Bai Shu to place restrictions around the sect, my race must have different intentions. There is no need to be merciful when placing restrictions."

After hearing Su Fan's arrangement, Ji Yunxi and the other two people also left in a hurry.

"Master Nephew Weng!"

Su Fan turned his head and said in a deep voice: "Let you disciples of Danyun Peak work hard to refine the elixir. From now on, the disciples of the sect cannot break the elixir!"

"Yes!" Weng Zijing shouted, turned around and flew directly towards Danyun Peak.

"Martial nephew Tang, the lightning rod has suffered some wear and tear. Please remember to repair it in the future." Su Fan said as he handed over the Qiankun Ring containing the lightning rod.

Tang Mengdong also knew what he should do and hurriedly turned around to go to Yanhuo Peak.

Zhang Shanfeng and Cao Qintian stepped forward and said in unison: "Uncle Master, what should we do?"

"Practice!"

Su Fan said with a smile.

He had already taken out the few remaining exercises in his hand, which were all the secrets of the Haotian Sect.

Except for the "Haotian Da Huang Ting Xin Jue" in Ji Xiang's hands, the remaining techniques that only the sect leader can practice are all in Su Fan's hands.

Zhang Shanfeng looked at the long-lost technique and his expression was filled with excitement.

"Junior, thank you, uncle!"

"Yes, you are the leader of the sect, and you must be the leader in terms of strength." Su Fan said, "Cao Qintian is the great elder, and I can practice these techniques with you."

Hearing that he had his share, Cao Qintian hurriedly knelt down and said, "Thank you, uncle!"

After arranging everything, all that's left is to see how the world of cultivation will change.

The six spirits were released early by Su Fan and had already gone to Xiaolin Peak accompanied by Ji Xiang.

Xiaolin Peak is the most severely destroyed mountain range. In order to restore the normal situation, it will take a lot of time in addition to the Liulings working harder.

From the cracks in the air, wisps of gray chaotic air flowed out, and the number was increasing.

The chaotic air flow scattered down, and the moment it landed on the ground, the earth cracked, mountains collapsed, and rivers stopped flowing.

Repair the whole

Under the influence of the chaotic airflow, the world of truth began to undergo great changes. The world of cultivation, which was originally a whole, fell into pieces at this moment.

The five major states are falling apart, and their deviations are getting further and further apart.

In the empty space, strange pieces of ground rose up, with different colors, and surging waves of spiritual energy erupted.

For a time, the spiritual energy returned again, sweeping the entire New World.

I don't know where Beihuang State has moved to, but now Beihuang State has been completely shattered, and the familiar line of sky has directly separated from it, drifting farther and farther under the influence of the weak water.

The small area where Haotian Sect is located has been carved out separately, and more ground and mountain peaks have appeared around it, none of which are familiar to them.

The chaotic air is still flowing out, and the world of cultivation is constantly being changed.

The Haotian Sect was protected by the sect-protecting formation, so they didn't feel any big changes, but the disciples were surprised to see the new areas popping up around them.

"What's going on? Is this the great fusion of three thousand worlds?"

"It's really amazing. I didn't expect that immortals have such methods."

"I don't know where we are now. At that time, I found that the nearby mountains had disappeared."

"It seems that there is nothing wrong with what Uncle Master did before. At least it was to protect our efforts."

"..."
To be continued...