Chapter 98 The Flying Fairy World seems to be related

Ye Qianqiu's heart was shocked. What kind of person can avoid his spiritual sense and appear directly at such a close distance? The realm of cultivation is too horrible.

He operated the power of divine consciousness and observed it carefully. In an instant, his hair was creepy. The old robe fluttered, and a thin old man appeared under the dead tree.

He is very familiar with the old Taoist clothes, exactly the same as the Taoist temple, and no different from the clothes under the loess tomb.

Gradually, Ye Qianqiu's back was cold, and he looked at the hair of the blurred figure. A broken wooden hairpin was also so familiar, which was no same as the grave.

"Fate!" Ye Qianqiu suddenly stood up and withdrew many steps, thinking, "How can a person who has already changed his mind still appear?"

"The world has changed into Sangtian several times. Although Sangtian has become Danqing, who will become immortal to Danqing..."

This old Taoist, who is not tall, walks under the ancient tree and talks to himself, integrating with the dark night.

"You..." Ye Qianqiu continued to retreat and looked at the old man in shock.

A breeze blew, and the fresh smell of vegetation came. The dark clouds in the sky floated away. The breeze in front of the Taoist temple was still there, but the old Taoist man disappeared.

Ye Qianqiu's scalp was numb, and his eyes did not turn any more. He stared at the front, but the old Taoist priest seemed to have evaporated and completely disappeared.

The dark clouds are far away, the stars are scattered above the sky, the moonlight shines on the earth, and the hills are very quiet, as if nothing has happened.

Ye Qianqiu came to the old pine tree step by step. This ancient pine tree is at least 4,000 years old. The trunk is hollow, the pine needles are sparse, and it is about to die.

At the root of the tree, there is a blue stone, which is only 1.7 meters long, which is exactly like the figure of the old Taoist priest. It is very flat and extraordinary.

"I came to the ancient Panasonic, and I slept on a high pillow. There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and I don't know how old..." Ye Qianqiu was stunned. Is this old Taoist still alive? How many times has the world changed into a mulberry field? He sighed that how old he has lived!? Thousands or nearly ten thousand years?

He strode behind the Taoist temple and came to the loess tomb to observe. At this moment, he trembled with excitement. Under the loess, the tattered Taoist clothes are still there, and the old wooden hairpin is still horizontal. It has never moved a bit and still remains in its original position.

"How could this be..." Ye Qianqiu felt a little hairy in his heart. The old Taoist clearly had already turned into something and no longer existed, but why did he see him again just now?

It could never be an illusion just now. Dark clouds appeared, the old Taoist priest appeared, and then disappeared inexplicably. It was very real. The words in his mouth still seemed to echo in his ears.

"It's not the imprint of the remaining divine consciousness, because I heard the real voice." Ye Qianqiu returned to the Taoist temple and walked on the hill, frowning, and was very puzzled.

The night is like water and silent. Except for the occasional singing of night birds, there is no special sound. You can't feel the breath of strangers, let alone the divine power fluctuation.

He had no way to solve the problem in front of him, and finally he could only continue to meditated. He believed that no matter how strong he was, he should be malicious to him.

Ye Qianqiu temporarily stayed here, and more than a month passed in a flash. He sat quietly in front of the Taoist temple every day, silently realized the Tao and sought an opportunity to break through.

This is a pure land that returns to nature, away from the noise, but there is no auspiciousness. Everything is natural, just like an elegant ink painting.

Occasionally, woodcutter songs during the day, and sometimes the hunters will chase out some beasts from the depths of the mountains and roar the mountains. Ye Qianqiu's heart is empty and tastes all this.

These days, he has captured a strange road trace by entering the realm of the unity of heaven and man. The mountains are spiritual. He has already had a mysterious feeling, both physically and mentally.

"The land of Taoism is the divine land of the world. If it is known by those saints in the nine heavens holy house, it will be immediately occupied, and the Tianluo array will become a forbidden place that outsiders can't set foot." He looked at the distant sky and said to himself in his heart.

Another night came, and the dark clouds rolled almost to the top of the mountain. It was dark and there was no five fingers. Soon after, lightning and thunder, and heavy rain poured down.

There was a rain curtain between heaven and earth. Ye Qianqiu stood in the Taoist temple and watched the world in the rain. Occasionally, there was an electric light across the dark night sky, but in an instant he saw a bright rain world.

"Boom!"

Lightning splashed randomly. In an instant, more than 100 silver dragon-like electric lights appeared in the world, penetrating the sky and the earth. Endless heavy rain poured down, and the mountains in the water were instantly clear.

But then, it fell into the boundless darkness, and the lightning disappeared. Only the heavy rain fell, and nothing else could be seen. In the terrible night, a person was independent and had an abnormal atmosphere.

"Boom!"

Another thunder, hundreds of golden snakes flying, making the vast world blazing, and the peaks in the distance are clearly visible.

"That's..."

Ye Qianqiu stood in front of the window and suddenly changed color. He saw the old Taoist again, who was still in the ragged Taoist clothes, with a wooden hairpin between his buns.

At this time, he sat in the heavy night sky, opened his mouth and took a breath. Thousands of electric lights disappeared into his mouth and disappeared.

"Boom!"

The heavy rain fell like a waterfall, and there was water everywhere in the world, and the lightning was even more intense. This time, thousands of thunder and lightning fell down together.

"So many lightnings are comparable to the ordinary sanctification disaster..." Ye Qianqiu was deeply shocked and muttered to himself.

However, to his surprise, the old Taoist was still the same action. As soon as he opened his mouth and sucked, thousands of lightning disappeared in an instant and rushed into his mouth.

"This is too... perverted!"

Ye Qianqiu suddenly experienced several disasters. He could resist and was not afraid, but he also had to pay the price. His body was injured and blood flowed. He would never have such a terrible means as an old man to suck it all in one bite!

This is like a fantasy. There was no trace of thunder and lightning, and it was all sucked into his body by opening his mouth. It didn't look like a disaster, but as if he was inhaling.

"Boom!"

Endless thunder fell, the sky and the earth were white, and all kinds of thunder disasters appeared. The earth, fire, wind and water disasters came to the world, and there were chaotic thunder.

"Can't you swallow such a great disaster?" Ye Qianqiu doesn't believe that the level of this disaster has reached an unimaginable situation. I'm afraid that even the supreme saint of the nine heavens may not be unharmed.

However, at this time, the old Taoist was still the same, let the heavy rain pour down and the lightning flooded the sky. He just opened his mouth and took all the thunder into his mouth.

"Is this... really just a saint?" Ye Qianqiu's cold hair fell down. When he survived the disaster, he fought against the disaster. The endless thunder finally dissipated between heaven and earth. The most fierce time was only to defeat it, and the old man did not let go of it and absorbed it all. This is frightening. You can't make a trick. There is no reason at all!

The old Taoist appeared in front of the broken Taoist temple out of thin air, so fast that he could not understand it. The thunder in his mouth was infinite, turned into an elixir, slid into his abdomen, and his whole body was shining, and then he was dull and ordinary.

Ye Qianqiu issued a certificate: "This old Taoist is really terrible. Has those thunderstorms turned into elixir?"

Between heaven and earth, lightning disappeared, only the heavy rain, the rain curtain fell in the dark night sky, and there was the sound of water everywhere.

Ye Qianqiu remained motionless and looked at the old man quietly. He was afraid that as soon as he made a sound, he would suddenly disappear like last time.

"The most holy nine heavens, one by one ascends to the sky, go straight to the nine heavens, and look up at the flying immortals! After flying immortals, where to go..."

The old Taoist groaned softly, sat on the bluestone, motionless, and integrated into the night rain of heaven and earth. There was no luster and no divine power. The raindrops fell on his body, but he did not wet his clothes.

This is definitely a peerless master. Ye Qianqiu's heart was shocked. He felt that he might have met a completely flying fairy!

"Senior..."

He walked into the heavy rain and called softly, very pious and respectful, but the old man did not move and closed his eyes like a stone.

Ye Qianqiu was careful and tried to feel it. He found that the thin old Taoist was sitting on the blue stone, close at hand, but he could not feel his existence.

"No, it's not a spiritual imprint, but there is no entity..." He was shocked, because at this time, Wanhua's eyes opened, which was just a virtual shadow.

Suddenly, the old man stood up and walked straight this way. He was suddenly shocked, but there was no action. If a flying fairy wanted to take action, he was afraid that only the previous lord could resist in the Jiutian Holy Mansion, and all the masters could not stop him.

"brush"

The old Taoist went straight to the Taoist temple, touched him, scattered like air, rushed by, and then slowly disappeared.

"It's not a real person. After all, he is still... dead!" Ye Qianqiu was stunned and looked at the blue stone and the ancient pine.

After that, he carefully examined the hill in the heavy rain and found many magnetic rocks, an iron mine.

"That's it! I understand..." He thought of what he heard in the human world when he was a child. Dead people appeared in the ancient tomb. There were ancient soldiers fighting in the Grand Canyon, and everything seemed to be real.

In fact, all these pictures are just reproductions of the past, magnetic rock mass in nature, etc., which can be played back under specific conditions.

Ye Qianqiu is extremely sorry that he lost his hand with a flying fairy. Only a year later, he failed to see this person's path has reached an incredible situation.

Refining the heavenly disaster into elixir, this method is not even recorded in ancient books. You can imagine what kind of situation he has reached. It is an extremely terrible heavenly disaster, and the terrible degree is unimaginable!

"A flying fairy sits here silently. No one knows about the five major domains. Except for the previous lord, there is also a flying fairy within the scope of the Nine Heavenly Holy House."

Ye Qianqiu sighed. This may be the real master. There is no so-called heart to dominate the world. With such a world-class cultivation, no one knows that he sits in the mountains and fields.

"This is the realm of flying immortals!"

Compared, other monks are far worse. Such a person has already looked at the red dust, has nothing to remember, and only has a heart for Taoism.

Ye Qianqiu's insight is the shadow queen and pays more attention to it. If he can see the practice of the old Taoist, it will definitely be a great opportunity. Moreover, he also has a feeling that this old Taoist must have something to do with the human world!

Time flies. Two months later, Ye Fan was meditating and silently realized that he refined the remaining millennium Ganoderma lucidum. The breakthrough is imminent, and it may break through in the near future.

However, in these days, it was difficult for him to calm down, because he saw a few more pictures and got a surprising message.

When the old Taoist priest said to himself, he mentioned the book in the human world - the Book of Morals!

Of course, there are only a few words in the Tao Te Ching, which is not enough to prove that Ye Qianqiu is connected through various clues, and feels that the results of his speculation are not necessarily true.

But even so, there are still waves in his heart. The Tao Te Ching has not been inherited in the heaven, and now he has heard about the content of the Tao Te Ching in the heaven, and he still heard it in the mouth of a dead flying fairy. He feels that this old Taoist is very much like someone.