Chapter 40: After the Tribulation, the Imperial City Conference (2 in 1 4000+)
His eyes became dim, his soul and consciousness became broken pieces, and his skeleton became gray and black and began to decay.
But the closer it was to life and death, the calmer he became.
"I have a white dream and wake up from my coffin. When I come to this world and this world, I will definitely become a Taoist, become an emperor and fight as an immortal!"
He said these words calmly, with a very light tone, like the breeze blowing over the black sea, the high sun falling into the world, and all the gray and paleness disappearing.
The dimness in his eyes slowly faded away, and the dazzling stars turned into brilliance, and finally turned into a dazzling brilliance, rushing towards the sky. Even the darkness could not hide it. His whole person was sublimated, as if he had broken some shackles.
, and become free.
A soft divine light began to flow around his body, and the lines of the avenue actually spread all over his body, being absorbed and engraved by him continuously.
The sleeping phoenix-blooded red gold egg in the divine sea seemed to feel something, and couldn't help but move. The red divine power filled the egg's body, turning into a very small divine phoenix, flying proudly, and the sky, the divine flame was ignited again,
Fierce and fierce.
In the blazing divine fire, Bai Meng's remaining divine thoughts began to slowly squirm and begin to bond. The hot divine currents flowed, causing the divine thoughts to begin to reorganize. Finally, a nine-color holy light flowed out, and the two colors of the black moon flowed around the body.
The little god is sitting cross-legged.
He opened and closed his eyes, and the immeasurable fairy light scattered into rain. Bai Meng's skeleton began to turn white, turned into jade, and grew flesh and blood again like worms. The blood filled the sky and made a rumbling sound.
The villain nodded and turned into a figure like a divine king and emperor, blooming with brilliance. If you look closely, it is himself.
The Divine Lord walked out of the Bai Mengyuan Divine Immortal Platform, and he actually looked like a real living being. Countless immortal rain fell down, and the fragments of the white jade immortal mirror were reassembled by his wave. The immortal light shone with inexplicable lines and rose into the sky.
The white jade fairy mirror turned into five ancient cities in the fairy light, and derived twelve buildings, the way of Tianyan, the secret of composition, and the starry sky... All the mysteries became the traces on the five-color ancient city and the twelve buildings.
The divine pattern seems to be a world of immortality, forcibly separating the heaven and the earth, blocking the big man's pace.
Bai Meng's physical body has empty eyes, his pupils are dark and deep, without a trace of white, and he seems to have become a puppet. But in an instant, Bai Meng's eyes are dazzling, immortal glory overflows, and shocking fighting spirit rushes out. This is Bai Meng's most powerful thing.
Pure consciousness, only fight, fight, fight!
The crystal blood flowers bloomed from Bai Meng's bone marrow, magnificent and gorgeous, like a mysterious and noble phoenix soaring gracefully and landing on the phoenix wings behind him.
The phoenix wings fell off, the silent thunder calamity was absorbed, and a divine phoenix bird bathed in the sea of thunder was manifested by the innate pattern carvings. It really looked like a real phoenix bird was born, striking across the nine heavens and killing the emperor's shadow.
This is a method, a method derived from the life and death crisis of Baimeng!
But it's still not enough. The three powerful thunder shadows are unparalleled and tyrannical, and their magic is extremely special.
The dream world of the old man is almost impossible to guard against. Sometimes he will fall into his own dream, not knowing whether it is true or false.
But the Yuanshen Shenjun has no joy or sorrow. Only the cold and ruthless twelve floors of the five cities have turned into the innate Tao map. The mysterious fairy mirror's aura appears and the big man's branches of the Tao are defeated by Xianhong, but every time the Hongguang
After that, the divine king will become dimmed.
Emperor Yi (the first Emperor Shadow) was so domineering that the stars turned into seals, the sun and the moon circulated, and the breath of chaos became a supreme thunder calamity, almost penetrating Bai Meng's physical frame again, but Bai Meng only had pure fighting intention and did not care about his injuries.
The divine fist kept swinging, even the sea of thunder was rolled into the shadow of the fist, and the red plain was bombarded with a shocking fist mark, emitting a faint black energy.
The phoenix bird shocked the sky, soared in the sky, the red divine flame was immortal, and was reborn in the sea of thunder. Even if the emperor turned emptiness into reality, the phoenix bird seemed to be immortal, and the Nirvana divine fire burned all illusions and solidity!
But sometimes the manpower is exhausted, the three bodies are about to be killed, and the area thousands of miles away has been turned into dust by the sea of thunder.
In the end, Bai Meng only relied on his consciousness to fight and support. Finally, the thunder shadow gradually dissipated, the three phantoms stopped, and the dark clouds began to dissipate.
The endless life essence turned into an astonishing whirlpool and continuously flowed into Bai Meng's body. Bai Meng's charred body was falling off, his black hair faded and regenerated, his whole body was bathed in divine light, and the divine king became more brilliant, and the fairy mirror buzzed.
The ancient artifact imprinted with the Thunder Sea Emperor Shadow seemed to be alive, and even the phoenix bird was singing excitedly.
Until a ray of sunlight fell down, like piercing the black Qiongtian, driving away the black light and darkness, filling the world, the god nodded, the phoenix bird flapped its wings, and walked into the white dream body again.
Bai Meng's closed eyes suddenly opened, he picked up the Xuanyu Platform with his bare hands, stepped forward, and the formations flashed before disappearing.
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"Brother, what do you want to eat?"
Old Uncle Jiang opened the door of the tavern that was about to close. He was already very old, his clothes were a little gray, and the sky was already very dark. He was just about to close the tavern when he was held open by a pair of hands. He looked at the lonely young man in front of him, his expression faint.
Startled.
"Just a pot of old wine."
Uncle Jiang silently walked back to the counter, took out a pot of old wine and put it down, but his eyes kept looking at this calm young man.
He is very good-looking, a little thin, wearing a thin white snow robe, with his hair disheveled, sitting on the seat in the tavern, looking even more otherworldly.
His eyes were motionless, staring at the ancient scripture in his hand, but in those eyes, there seemed to be thousands of stars, and the characters on the ancient scripture seemed to come alive, constantly intertwining and evolving, which was amazing.
"Old man, is there anything interesting happening around here?"
Uncle Jiang subconsciously replied: "It's not a big deal. I just heard from people that there were dark clouds and thunder and lightning over the past few days in the north. I heard from people that he might be a powerful practitioner."
"Yeah." Bai Meng put down the ancient scroll, picked up the wine bottle and took a sip, thoughtfully.
A few days ago, since he survived the Four Extremes Thunder Tribulation, he randomly found a place to consolidate his cultivation, and he only came here today.
"Is this young man a cultivator?" Old Uncle Jiang couldn't help but ask. After all, the sky was dark and spotless. When the young man suddenly appeared, he could only think of the legendary cultivator.
"That's right, old man, but I'm just a young practitioner who has just stepped through the door." Bai Meng was startled, then replied with a smile.
"Hey, it's such a great joy to be able to become a practitioner. Seeing how my little brother is doing, he probably wants to go to the Imperial City to attend the cultivation conference."
Old Man Jiang's eyes were full of longing for a moment, but he quickly took it back.
"Practitioners' conference?" Bai Meng's face remained unchanged, and he wondered in his heart. He had just consolidated his skills in the past few days and hadn't asked where this was yet. It was just because he didn't care. Just like what he said in the secret realm, he wanted to travel around Beidou.
Great rivers and mountains.
"Don't you know, little brother? The Imperial City Practitioners Conference is held every thirty years. At that time, the legendary holy places of cultivation will be opened to recruit disciples. This is a rare grand event in Nanling.
I see that my little brother is very busy, and he must be attending a spiritual practice conference in the imperial city."
………
Bai Meng was sitting at his desk in deep thought, while Old Man Jiang had already gone to rest.
Although Old Uncle Jiang is a mortal, he still learned a lot about practitioners through the tavern. Therefore, Old Uncle Jiang told him a lot of words from past practitioners. Combined with his understanding of this place, he learned from Old Uncle Jiang
Got a lot of things.
He has left the Eastern Wasteland and arrived at the Nanling area of Beidou. As its name suggests, Nanling has many steep mountains and ancient veins everywhere. Naturally, there are many spiritual herbs and even legends about the elixir of immortality.
The most famous and legendary thing about Nanling is that there was an unparalleled emperor. She was born about 200,000 years ago and became an emperor. After that, she started tens of thousands of years of invincibility, and the world was peaceful.
Even the restricted area was silent for a long time.
Only an Imperial Fire Spirit appeared in the middle and launched a dark bloody chaos, which was about to stain the earth for hundreds of millions of miles. As a result, a jade palm came from Nanling, fell from the sky, and directly killed the dark fire spirit who caused the rebellion in Fire Demon Ridge.
spirit.
After that, the emperor went to the Eastern Wasteland, stepped into the Immortal Mountain, dared not speak in the restricted area, stepped into the Sea of Reincarnation, and the world was silent, and then returned to Nanling again, sitting on a bronze temple, overlooking the Beidou for tens of thousands of years.
She was honored as the Nanling Heavenly Emperor!
But the Heavenly Emperor did not leave any inheritance power in Nanling. There is only one extreme power in Nanling, and that is the Demon Emperor's Palace that overlooks the eternity and rises and falls forever!
The origin of the Demon Emperor's Palace cannot be traced back. Some people think that the ancient Demon Emperor came to the Nanling Mountains of Beidou and established the Demon Emperor's Palace when he was lonely in his later years. Others think that a certain unparalleled demon got that emperor.
Inheritance came from outside the territory and established this holy land of demon clan.
The demon clan has always respected the strong, and this trend has also spread in Nanling, becoming a unique feature of Nanling.
Therefore, as the most powerful force in Nanling, the Demon Emperor Palace truly sticks to its word. Even if there are occasional opposition forces, it will never openly disobey the Demon Emperor Palace's orders.
However, the Demon Emperor's Palace itself will not interfere in Nanling's affairs. Instead, it will be more detached from the outside world. It only advocates that there should be no big disputes.
Therefore, although there are demon cultivators everywhere in the Nanling land, it has formed a relatively friendly and peaceful situation where humans and demons coexist, and human and demon forces are interspersed.
According to what the old man said, the Nanling Practitioners Conference and the Nanling Conference are both rare and grand banquets in Nanling. The difference is that the Nanling Conference is held in the Yuantian Mountains, while the Practitioners Conference is held in the Imperial City.
hold.
The Practitioners Conference is also called the Imperial City Conference, where all forces in Nanling, both human and demon, can participate.
It is an admissions conference jointly organized by many holy places, including the Demon Emperor's Palace, and almost all practitioners in Nanling can attend.
Similar to the Blue Secret Realm in the East Wasteland, the Imperial City Conference basically gathered the geniuses of an era in Nanling. Several amazing geniuses would appear every time, and the conflict between the human and demon clans would also end in the form of disciples who were recruited by the top forces at the conference.
shall prevail.
The most important thing is that the Demon Emperor's Palace will also recruit demons, beasts and monsters with the talent of heavenly demons to practice!
Thirty years ago, the Human Race Temple of War and other holy places recruited an astonishing nineteen disciples, while the Demon King Palace and others had twenty-three. Now, the world is withering day by day. I am afraid that this year's Imperial City Conference will be even worse than the last one.
Much less!
According to what Mr. Jiang said, a few days ago I saw several tall and muscular barbarians driving an extremely tall barbarian bull towards the imperial city!
Bai Meng finished the remaining farmhouse wine and felt the spicy and stimulating smell of the wine. He couldn't help but sigh, this is the true meaning of spiritual practice. Isn't it just for enjoyment?
He got up and returned to the room arranged for him by Uncle Jiang, thinking quietly.
In the past few years in Donghuang and Canglan Secret Realm, no, it should be said that in the past few years since he woke up in the second uncle's body, he spent almost all his time wandering and practicing. He was like a wanderer with no stopping place, wandering indefinitely.
.
When the Blue Secret Realm was closed, it wasn't that he didn't want to return to the small world of the demon clan through the array pattern, but he knew that with the things he did in the secret realm, whether it was defeating many saints or crushing the younger generation of the Eastern Wilderness,
, or kill all the killers of the ancient divine dynasty, both will cause a huge Poland in the Eastern Wasteland.
And the little hearts of those holy land families are very likely to be poked by him, the capital of the great emperor! It was called so many years ago! Even the former Tianxuan Taoist Dao Wushuang was only called the capital of the ancient sages!
And this rare emperor's talent can sometimes cost people's lives, especially since the owner of this emperor's talent is still a small Taoist palace!
Without him going, he could have imagined that a lot of trouble would follow, which is why he used the power of the second uncle to stagger and avoid those right and wrong.
Now, he also knows that he is still a little weak on his own. Even if he has the eldest uncle and the second uncle, the eldest uncle usually won't help him. The second uncle can't revive involuntarily, and he can't move it with a quadruple pole. He needs a backer.
As for the need for support, Bai Meng thought of the words that Princess Yaoting entrusted Wen Ruo to bring to him, and the scene during the Four Extremes Thunder Tribulation, and couldn't help but make a decision in his heart.
The next day, Bai Meng bid farewell to Mr. Jiang and continued his journey to Nanling. He had decided to attend the Nanling Imperial City Conference and join a force, but he was not in a hurry, because there was still half a year left, enough for him to cross the mountains and reach the
The imperial city!
The Nanling Great Mountains are spread out and surrounded by mountains, but the spiritual energy is also very rich, not weaker than those blessed places and caves in the Eastern Wasteland.
Bai Meng's walking pace seems very slow, but in fact it is a thousand miles. The scene around him passes like the afterimage of the passing cloud stream. But for Bai Meng who has entered the realm of unity between man and nature, the entire Nanling seems to be flowing.
It has a sense of wildness, vastness, vitality, and simplicity.
This Taoist charm made him intoxicated, and the natural charm also made him extremely relaxed. Later, except for rushing, he hardly used his supernatural power, and he seemed to have really started to travel around the mountains and rivers.
Sometimes he would stop and sit in silence in front of the thousand-foot waterfall that resembled the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens, and appreciate the softness of the flowing water and the rigidity of the falling waterfall; sometimes he would shoot down the wild beasts that were attacking him with one finger, and study some of the special magical powers of the wild beasts themselves;
I will also enlightenment by sitting on a huge blue stone next to a stream with clear spring water.
Green mountains and green waters, yellow-brown deserts, dilapidated ancient landscapes... This period of time was almost his most relaxed and comfortable time, and he gradually let go of the tension in the blue secret realm.