After doing this, Yuwen Zhouyuan got up and asked Dongfang Hancui to prepare the bath water. After washing his body well, he changed into a set of clean clothes, then lay down and slept soundly.
This time he has comprehended the way of heaven. Yuwen Zhouyuan's cultivation has completely reached the perfection of the true master stage in this short period of time, and his state of mind has begun to truly move towards the true king stage. It seems that as long as there is an opportunity,
He will break through the bottleneck and advance to the level of True King!
It's just that just now Yuwen Zhouyuan realized to himself that time has passed and the recent scene of his spiritual mind soaring into the dense space, now he still feels scared when he thinks about it.
If the old man who calls himself Liuli Emperor hadn't brought back his spiritual consciousness, then he would most likely have been lost in the long river of time while pursuing the mysterious and unpredictable power of time.
If this is really the case, then Yuwen Zhouyuan's fate may be a dead end.
Understanding the way of heaven is obviously not a calm situation, and it contains countless dangers. Through this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan finally understood it.
Although he still has not been promoted to the True Lord, Yuwen Zhouyuan's understanding of time is much better than before. He believes that he is not far away from being promoted to the True Lord, but he just missed an opportunity.
Now that Yuwen Zhouyuan has experienced life and death, and has been in the mortal world for thirty years, he finally draws the artistic conception of the old man in yellow shirt's passage of time.
The artistic conception of the old man in yellow shirt was obviously that after chasing the power of time, he only grasped the passage of time.
However, based on the power of time that Yuwen Zhouyuan felt after experiencing life and death and understanding the various emotions of mortals, in his opinion, the so-called artistic conception of the passage of time by the old man in yellow is nothing more than taking a wrong approach and seizing the time.
It's just a little bit of power, not the real power of time.
Because the power of time is the ruthlessness of time, the ruthlessness of the middle-aged monk is the artistic conception he obtained when he entered the painting. Although it is a lower artistic conception, he has grasped a point in the great road after all, and Yuwen Zhouyuan is experiencing life and death.
, the incarnation of Yan Wangzhan used "Heartbeat Without Trace" to understand the life experiences of those who were beheaded during the massacre. He gained a new understanding of ruthlessness, life and death, and time, that is, time is ruthless, and life and death are ruthless!
At this moment, there is an image in Yuwen Zhouyuan's mind. This image was left by the Liuli Emperor's finger. In this image, there is a mountain in the sea that is countless times larger than the Dongyang Empire. There is the Liuli Emperor.
The one who lives - Liulitian.
Just wanting to go there is simply impossible for the current Yuwen Zhouyuan. His True Lord has not yet advanced and has not yet ascended to the upper level of cultivation world. Only by ascending to the upper level of cultivation world can he have the opportunity to ascend.
To the glazed sky of the fairy world!
Yuwen Zhouyuan sighed softly and put away his thoughts. He slowly adjusted his mentality and became a mortal again.
It's just that the scene in Yuwen Zhouyuan where he just realized the ruthlessness of time will be unforgettable for the rest of his life...
When Yuwen Zhouyuan woke up, he found that the entire Daxiong Kingdom and the capital city were shrouded in a thick reddish fog. This fog was extremely strange. Some people who had lived in Kyoto for generations often talked about it in the inns and teahouses.
Difficulty.
Although the entire Kyoto has been shrouded in heavy fog in the past, there has never been such a reddish fog.
And the fog never dissipates. Pedestrians on the road cannot see each other's faces ten steps away, only a blurry figure.
Yuwen Zhouyuan had already noticed that there was a hint of murderous intent in this thick reddish mist.
This murderous aura is light, but you need to know that this heavy fog covers the entire territory of Daxiong Kingdom, so the murderous aura contained in it can be said to be almost overwhelming.
The sun disappears, and there is a haze between heaven and earth. It is precisely because of this murderous aura! This fog does not fall from the sky and clouds, but appears silently from nothingness.
On the third day of this strange heavy fog, nine stone platforms in Kyoto where monks meditated all year round were suddenly split in two by huge thunder and lightning falling from the sky, and the monks inside were not even killed.
Any chance of escape would be struck to death by lightning.
When this incident occurred, all the stone platforms in the cities of the Daxiong Domestic Monk Alliance were shattered by the sudden appearance of lightning.
As those stone platforms were shattered by lightning, countless tokens flew out from the headquarters of the Daxiong Monk Alliance. Although these tokens flew extremely fast over the Daxiong Kingdom.
But as long as you meet a monk with a cultivation level above the True Yuan stage, you will immediately fall into their hands.
One of the tokens flew over the inn and fell into Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand as Yuwen Zhouyuan waved.
Glancing at the token, Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual consciousness was swept away, only to hear a gloomy voice coming from it: "All the monks in our Daxiong territory, be prepared for a war! Our monks' alliance opened the mountain gate and summoned three loose cultivators from all walks of life.
Report to the Monk Alliance within the day, if you don’t come you will be responsible for the consequences!”
"Brother, it seems that the Daxiong Kingdom's cultivation world is going to be in chaos!" Dongfang Hancui glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan and said softly.
"Yes, it seems that my transformation into the mortal world has come to an end! This may be the opportunity for me to transcend the mortal world and advance to become a true king! Sister, let's go!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
As soon as Yuwen Zhouyuan finished speaking, he crushed the token with his right hand and disappeared into the inn. When he reappeared, he was already in the sky above Kyoto, the Kingdom of Daxiong.
After Yuwen Zhouyuan appeared, he pulled Dongfang Hancui, and then his body suddenly moved and continued to fly upward. Soon, Yuwen Zhouyuan found the source of the heavy fog thousands of miles above the sky.
The reddish thick fog emerged silently from the nothingness here.
Yuwen Zhouyuan stared at the empty space. After looking for a while, he suddenly discovered a clue. There were faint forbidden runes emitting in many places in the void. These forbidden runes should be used to cover up.
If it is other magical powers, it will still be difficult for Yuwen Zhouyuan to break them, but as long as they are restricted, Yuwen Zhouyuan, who has comprehended the Formation Standard Chapter of "Book of Heaven", is really not afraid.
Yuwen Zhouyuan hit the magic with both hands, and when he used the spiritual eye technique, a dim light suddenly emanated from his eyes, staring at the empty space. After a while, he waved his hands continuously, and after half a stick of incense, afterimages were restricted, and from him
He galloped out with both hands.
The afterimage restriction fell on a place of nothingness, and gradually a trace of white air came out from there. Slowly, the white air suddenly became thicker in the place of nothingness. After a while, the white air gradually dissipated, revealing the true appearance inside.
.
Yuwen Zhouyuan took a concentrated look, and his complexion suddenly changed. He saw a huge crack about a hundred feet long appearing in the thousands of miles of nothingness, and the thick red mist blew out from this crack.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual consciousness scanned and found that there are no less than a hundred restrictions containing such cracks within tens of thousands of miles. This is only within tens of thousands of miles. According to Yuwen Zhouyuan's analysis, I am afraid that in the entire Daxiong Kingdom, in all the voids
, there should be countless such cracks.
"Brother, there is actually a suction force in this crack that pulls the consciousness!" Dongfang Hancui said from the side.
"Really?" As soon as he finished speaking, Yuwen Zhouyuan immediately released his spiritual thoughts to explore the crack.
As soon as his spiritual thoughts entered the crack, Yuwen Zhouyuan immediately felt a pulling force.
Fortunately, Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual consciousness was strong enough. Although he was at the peak of the True Master at this time, his spiritual consciousness was not weaker than that of the True Lord in the middle stage, so he was able to escape with a little effort.
Yuwen Zhouyuan said: "It seems that Daxiong Kingdom was attacked by foreign monks. No wonder they issued this token!"
"Brother, should we leave or help Nobita fight against the invading enemies?" Dongfang Hancui asked Yuwen Zhouyuan.
"Let's take a look and then talk. If someone is bad for us, I don't mind killing again! I haven't killed anyone for a long time! Let's go!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said coldly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yuwen Zhouyuan pulled Dongfang Hancui's sword away.
After Yuwen Zhouyuan and his wife returned to the inn, they looked at each other and sat cross-legged.
At this moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan's expression suddenly changed. He raised his head and looked at the door. After a while, he heard repeated knocks on the door.
Yuwen Zhouyuan waved his right hand and the door of the room opened silently. A figure in green clothes appeared outside the door. The man walked in without saying a word.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan glanced at this person and said flatly: "We haven't seen you for many years. Hello, Daoyou Zheng. How are you doing?"
The man laughed and said, "I haven't seen you for many years. Time flies by. My Taoist friend Yuwen has improved a lot in recent years. It seems that Zheng is really lagging behind." This man was none other than the big-nosed monk Zheng Shaoyou.
"Madam, this is Fellow Daoist Zheng. Please make a cup of tea quickly." Yuwen Zhouyuan said to Dongfang Hancui.
"I didn't expect that Mrs. Yuwen is also a true master who has become a mortal monk. Brother Yuwen Zheng is so envious!" Zheng Shaoyou said as he sat down on the chair opposite Yuwen Zhouyuan.
After Zheng Shaoyou sat down, he grabbed the wine bottle that Yu Wen Zhouyuan had put aside. He didn't take the cup, but took a big sip.
Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at Zheng Shaoyou and found that his cultivation was more advanced than that of more than ten years ago, but it was a little worse than his own.
After all, Yuwen Zhouyuan has realized that time is ruthless, which has greatly improved his state of mind.
The big-nosed monk Zheng Shaoyou, after taking a big sip of wine, suddenly stared straight at the three paintings hanging not far away, and gradually a look of surprise appeared on his face.
With a move of his right hand, the portrait of the monk in yellow shirt fell into his hand. He examined it carefully for a long time, then gently hung it back up, looking at Yu Wen Zhouyuan with complex colors in his eyes.
After a while, Zheng Shaoyou sighed and said with a wry smile: "Brother Yuwen, you are indeed one step ahead of me. I have been on the same track for more than ten years..."
With a calm expression, Yuwen Zhouyuan turned his right side and found another wine bottle. After taking a sip, he shook his head and said, "It's just a coincidence! Don't worry about it, fellow Daoist Zheng!"
Zheng Shaoyou sighed and looked at the portrait of the yellow-shirted monk and said slowly: "Uncle Leng Yan's artistic conception of the years has been painted by you. This portrait has been equivalent to the top magic weapon in the true master period for more than ten years.
My former brother Yuwen could not do this, but he has made such progress in just ten years, Zheng admires him!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled hoarsely and said: "Fellow Daoist Zheng, if you like, I can give it to you!"
Zheng Shaoyou was startled and the complex color in his eyes became thicker. He looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan and then at the portrait. Finally, he hesitated and took out a jade slip from his storage bag. He gently put it aside and said, "In this way, I will