Ancestor Gu Tian did not engage in a verbal argument with Xuanyuan, but instead said: "The matter has come to this, why are we in such a meaningless stalemate? You are already trapped in this dark space, I will give you three choices, top, middle and bottom.
Things are not necessarily non-negotiable.”
He sent a spiritual thought and gave everyone three choices, which were actually his negotiation requirements. The first was to win the election. If this portal had never been opened, this small world would actually not exist. Everyone was originally on the same page.
.Then just go back to the status quo and just pretend this never happened.
Ancestor Gutian will let everyone leave and even give them a batch of gifts. However, everyone present must swear not to meddle in other people's business, let alone tell the people in Wangxian Land the truth. In this way, there will be no need for any conflict between the two parties.
There will be no loss.
As for being selected, the conditions are more favorable than those previously negotiated. Just pretend that the conflict just now has never happened, everyone will not reveal the secrets of the ancient ancestors, and open the door for friendly exchanges and cooperation. The land of Wangxian can get things from outside, the monks of Immortal Mountain
They can also go out of the small world and witness everything in the world, but they don't know what really happened in the past four hundred years.
The Immortal Mountain can represent the land of hope and bring enough benefits to everyone present. When dealing with the outside world, it will also provide enough benefits in exchange. After all, more than a hundred monks, tens of thousands of people, and a territory of more than 700 miles, of course, means
With huge and amazing resources and wealth, it will bring endless benefits to partners.
As for the next selection, it would be a fight to the death, and Patriarch Gu Tian would never allow them to leave.
Xuanyuan replied decisively: "How about choosing?"
Ancestor Gu Tian said angrily: "Do you really think I can't deal with you? Then you can see what I can do!"
After finishing speaking, I could only hear the roar of the wind, and in the endless darkness beyond the light of the umbrella, countless shadows flew in, vaguely showing the body shape and facial features, their expressions were all so painful and ferocious, as if they had no consciousness, but attacked with boundless resentment.
Zixu shuddered and said, "What are these!"
Huwa replied: "They should be the living souls of the dead. They have condensed the resentments of their lives and cannot be released after being captured and refined. This ancient method is really cruel!"
In the process of self-understanding the Pure Yang Art, Huwa once saw the Yin God of a dead soldier on the battlefield. At this moment, he recognized what was blowing in the Yin wind from all directions. It was captured and sacrificed using evil methods.
The living soul, which has lost its spiritual intelligence and only carries the resentment of life, launches a spiritual attack without fear of death. It will destroy the person's sanity and make the enemy become a part of them.
Xuanyuan: "In the dispute over Wangxian Land four hundred years ago, I don't know how many people died at that time. It is said that it was settled by the ancient sky. He should have collected the health-preserving soul at that time!"
In the past four hundred years, there have only been a few dozen monks "ascended" here, and even the servants around them could not gather so many people. There were no less than a thousand souls densely packed around, and the dead must have had another origin, which made Xuanyuan think
Looking at the civil strife in Wangxian Land four hundred years ago, the ancient ancestor must have killed many people to practice such evil arts.
Mr. Sanshui said in an anxious voice: "Two masters, please think of a solution quickly. Sooner or later I won't be able to stand it alone if this continues. Even if we kill all these living souls, I'm afraid we will still lose our vitality."
Serious injury."
As he spoke, he could see countless resentful souls coming towards him with the evil wind, and they were all strangled by the brilliance of the precious umbrella. Mr. Sanshui's soul resounded with echoes of howling. His whole body became cold, and his spirit gradually became stagnant.
, the brilliance of the precious umbrella even showed some signs of dissipation. The methods used by Patriarch Gu Tian were too vicious. Not only was he fighting Mr. Sanshui, but he was also willing to sacrifice these souls to consume everyone's strength.
Every time a living soul is killed, it has to bear the impact of attacking the soul. If it happens once or twice, it doesn't matter. But there are so many living souls attacking around, even if Huwa and others can kill them all, they will not be able to kill them all by then.
The mana is greatly lost, and it may even hurt the soul. The ancient ancestor did not spend much mana. He only lost the living soul that he had sacrificed for four hundred years. He will have a huge advantage when fighting in person.
Xuanyuan frowned and said: "With our magic power, it is not impossible to kill all these living souls, but we will also pay a huge price. The next one may not be the enemy of ancient heaven... Husband, what do you think?
response?"
Huwa did not speak, and there was a rare anger in his eyes. He suddenly shot out a ball of fire with his hand. This fire was made of three leaves, which were the Lihuo leaves that Huwa refined from the leaves of the Lizhu Divine Tree.
Now it is a top-grade magic weapon.
If you want to deal with these living souls, Huwa has many means. You can also use more powerful magic weapons, but Li Huoye is the most suitable at this moment. Huwa not only has to kill them, but the spells he casts are also subject to the Pure Yang Art.
Inspired and self-realized. The swirling fire gradually turned into a curtain of fire, covering the surroundings of the precious umbrella.
The approaching ghosts seemed to be ignited, and one by one they melted and disappeared in the firelight, but they did not make any screams that shocked the soul. Faces seemed to be visible in the firelight, and their expressions carried the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of their lives.
In the end, there was a sense of relief. And Huwa felt a warmth all over his body. It was not the impact of resentment, but the thoughts of gratitude and blessing.
Ancestor Gutian said in a shocked and angry voice: "What kind of magical power is this?"
Huwa answered the question unreasonably: "Gutian, you have been closed in a desperate situation for too long. Even though you have been practicing for four hundred years and have achieved today's achievements, you still lack vision and knowledge and have missed too many wonderful things in the world. Since ancient times, there have been countless masters
I have made countless attempts and left countless inspirations to future generations, but I have no luck with you."
The environment is indeed very important for a person's growth. Ancestor Gutian was born here, and his world is this world that is no more than 800 miles in radius.
Before Huwa opened the portal, the ancient ancestors did not even know that the Ba Kingdom existed, nor did they know that after the Taihao Emperor, Shennong, Xuanyuan, Shaohao, and Gaoyang Emperors were born. They all used different methods to open up the path to heaven.
The sacred land of the Imperial City, and left a secret inheritance in the world.
Just above Ba Yuan, there are now various cultivating sects. Even an ordinary casual cultivator has too much to learn from and inspire. That is the accumulated wisdom of so many people and generations.
Ancestor Gutian's attack methods seem to be unsolvable. As long as his magical power is strong enough and he can drive enough living souls to attack, he can cause inevitable damage to the opponent. After a battle just now, Mr. Sanshui has already
Suffered a lot.
But this almost insurmountable attack was defused by Huwa. Those living souls did not hurt Huwa, and Huwa did not kill them directly, but allowed them to finally gain relief and no longer be affected by the ancient ancestors.
Driven to dissipate.
I don’t know if anyone in the world has ever used such a magical power, but it was the first time for everyone present to see such a method. It was also the first time for Huwa himself to use it. He didn’t even have time to think about what to call this magical power. Many, many years.
Later, some monks were good at similar spells, which they called "transcendence", and the whereabouts of these living souls in the firelight was also called "rebirth".
Ancestor Gutian felt something bad. These were the souls he had captured with evil methods during the war four hundred years ago. With his current cultivation level, he could drive them to launch powerful attacks. But Huwa did not seem to be harmed.
, the spell he cast happened to restrain and resolve his evil spell. If he continued to fight like this, his soul would be scattered, and the ancient ancestor would have lost a powerful magical method.
At this point in the fight, at least one-fifth of the living souls have dissipated, and half of them were melted away in the firelight sacrificed by Huwa. The ancient ancestor secretly used the magic formula to recall all the remaining souls, and then
If you keep fighting like this, the gains outweigh the losses. Want to win? It's not that easy! Huwa suddenly activated his magic power, and a sea of fire burst out in the dark world.
Mr. Sanshui still held the precious umbrella, and outside the umbrella was a layer of fire. At this moment, a curtain of fire erupted into the endless darkness. Huwa stood under the brilliance of the precious umbrella and closed his eyes. He cast the spell with all his strength to unfold the fire.
The magical effect of the leaves has enveloped all the living souls around him, and they have entered a state of total selflessness. He wants to get rid of them all and give them final liberation.
Xuanyuan held a bamboo stick in his hand and stood beside Huwa to protect the law, ready to guard against any other sneak attacks launched by Patriarch Gu Tian. It was unknown how long time had passed, when the last living soul seemed to regain its consciousness in an instant, with relief and joy.
After the expression of gratitude dissipated, the soaring fire gradually retracted and turned into three flame-shaped marks on the back of Huwa's left hand.
Huwa was still standing there with his eyes closed, looking as if he was in a trance, as if he was unaware of what was happening around him, and the dark space returned to a dead silence. Ancestor Gutian may have been frightened by Huwa's methods,
He was secretly confused and didn't say anything for a while, but continued to trap everyone in the darkness.
Mr. Sanshui coughed and said, "I need to take a short rest to dispel the cold and restore my spirit." Normally, he could hold on to the umbrella for several months, but after a fierce battle just now, his spirit was shattered.
Both the mind and the body have been affected. Although it is not serious, it needs to be nursed back to health in time.
Huwa's body shook slightly, and he seemed to have come to his senses. He held his left hand forward and actually opened a large emerald green umbrella, replacing Mr. Sanshui's spell and covering everyone. This is the five-color divine lotus.
A piece of lotus leaf with a stem, an artifact integrated into the tiger-shaped god. Inspired by Mr. Sanshui's precious umbrella, it also transformed into the appearance of a precious umbrella, at least it could not be recognized.
Huwa took out a fiery red fruit with his right hand, handed it to Mr. Sanshui and said: "This thing will help you, please take it."
Mr. Sanshui was surprised and said: "Li Zhu magic medicine?...Such a precious immortal medicine, Mr. Peng Keng wants to give it to me?" At the Pengshan celebration, the young minister took out three Li Zhu magic medicine for the performance.
The result of the legal competition was that Jiansha, Huwa, and Xuanyuan each took one, and Huwa gave it to Sanshui at this moment.
Huwa said calmly: "Now that the enemy is facing us, we are fighting side by side. Master Sanshui, there is no need to be polite."
Mr. Sanshui was a happy man, so he didn't refuse any more. He took the magical medicine from Lizhu and said, "I will thank you very much when I return to the mountain one day!"
Taking the Li Zhu magic medicine was very effective in dispelling the coldness in Mr. Sanshui's body and resolving the impact on his soul, so Huwa gave it to him. But Mr. Sanshui did not take it on the spot, but kept it in his arms.
Xuanyuan wondered: "Master Sanshui, the magical effect of Li Zhu is just right for you to take it at this time, why don't you take it immediately?"
Sanshui replied with some embarrassment: "For the little loss I have suffered, you can just exercise your energy and cultivate yourself. I just remembered Master Cangyu, this thing will be of greater use to him." (To be continued.)