Chapter 235 Mysterious Old man

Feng Xiaotian tossed for half an hour and tried his best. The bronze door seemed to take root on the ground, but he was motionless. Feng Xiaotian had no choice but to give up the idea of opening the bronze door. Looking at the bright tunnel illuminated by the night pearl, he decided to take the risk and continue to go down.

Feng Xiaotian walked about a hundred feet along the winding tunnel. What he saw was a wide hall, which was empty. There were only a few futons on top of the local area. There was also a small stone table next to the futon. There were some books and other things piled up on the table, but there was thick dust piled up on it. It seems that no one has been there for a long time.

On the top of this hall, hundreds of night pearls are neatly and densely inlaid. The whole hall is bright. The wall on this side of the hall, and on the other three walls, there is an arched wooden door, and I don't know what is hidden behind the wooden door.

After looking around, Feng Xiaotian looked around and did not find any danger, so he carefully walked towards the stone table. Feng Xiaotian came to the stone table and gently brushed off the dust on the table. There were several bamboo slips on it. The rope tied on it had been broken, and those bamboo slips were placed on the stone table in such a messy manner.

However, what attracted the attention of Feng Xiaotian was a three-inch-long jade slip. This jade slip was white and crystal clear, rectangular, and messy mixed in the bamboo slips, but it was very eye-catching.

"What is this? There won't be any problem with such a small piece of jade, right? Feng Xiaotian took back the light sword and grabbed it with his hand curiously. He wanted to pick it up and study it well, but he was still a little worried, so he thought to comfort himself. After all, there are too many strange things he has encountered at this time.

"Peng!"

The sudden change!

As soon as Feng Xiaotian's hand touched the white jade Jian, he felt a huge force surging and bounced him away from the edge of the jade Jian. Unexpectedly, Feng Xiaotian had no time to resist. He was pushed to the wall by the magnificent force before he stood still, and the huge force suddenly disappeared.

"Alas! I was still tricked. This place is really weird!" Feng Xiaotian stood firmly against the wall and thought depressedly.

He looked up at the sudden Yu Jian, but saw that the stone table was covered with a burst of white smoke, but he couldn't see what was inside.

Feng Xiaotian did not dare to act rashly for a moment. The power that pushed him away just now was so powerful that he had to call out the light sword and look at the white smoke with fear, waiting for what would happen next.

The white smoke rolled around on the stone table, and then an old voice came out of the white smoke: "It's been 100,000 years. Has the person you have to wait for finally come?" The sound was full of vicissitudes and seemed to have penetrated countless time and space.

"Uh? Who, who is talking?" Feng Xiaotian stared at the white smoke and asked loudly.

The white smoke churled again and slowly shrank back. Unexpectedly, it formed the image of an old man. His eyebrows were complete, and he still had a long beard, but the whole body was composed of white smoke. It looked very strange, and his figure was only three feet high and low. He stared at Feng Xiaotian tightly and made a "hehe" laughter. .

As soon as Feng Xiaotian saw this, he was very suspicious. He couldn't figure out whether it was a ghost for a moment, but the old man transformed by the white smoke seemed to be kind. Feng Xiaotian boldly continued to ask, "Are you... a human... a ghost?" Although Feng Xiaotian is already a true practicer, he has not been practicing for a long time, and he is still a little afraid of mysterious things such as "ghosts".

"Haha, young man, don't be afraid. I'm neither a human nor a ghost!" The old man laughed and said, and the beard formed by the white smoke trembled.

"Ah? You are neither a human nor a ghost, so what are you? Feng Xiaotian asked strangely. Because the old man's tone was amiable, Feng Xiaotian's fear faded.

"I'm not what! Huh? Er, you young man, this is taking a detour to let me scold myself! Let me tell you, boy, I'm a magnificent fairy!" The old man turned into white smoke straightened his waist and said proudly, but the small body matched with this seemingly powerful action, it looked very funny and made Feng Xiaotian secretly funny.

"Huh? A fairy? Is this the virtue of immortals?" Feng Xiaotian took a few steps forward, walked half a circle around the old man, and said suspiciously, with his eyes full of disbelief.

"Uh? Humph, have you ever seen a fairy? Although I'm just a wisp of yuan god, I'm a real fairy, but I'm not fake at all!" Seeing that Feng Xiaotian suspected him, the old man said angrily, and his beard trembled angrily.

"Yuan Shen? What is the yuan god?" Feng Xiaotian asked strangely.

"The weak boy, I don't even understand this. The yuan god refers to the innate temperament, which is also called nature and the true intention. His heart must be clear and clear, desolate, without any worries, no awareness, then in the emptiness, it seems to see the ant god hanging inside, and all the five essences are empty. All four bodies are fake, and I have the real me. ..." The old man seemed to have not said anything for tens of thousands of years. Hearing Feng Xiaotian's question, he explained it freely.

"Stop! Stop! I can't understand what the senior said! What you said is simpler!" The old man's theory seemed to be very profound. Feng Xiaotian was dizzy and quickly shouted to stop.

"Huh! The yuan god exists in the body of immortals, which is the source of power of immortals, which is equivalent to Yuanying's cultivation of the truth, boy, do you understand this time? The old man couldn't continue to show off. He was very angry and said rudely.

"How simple it is to say this. What's the nature? What's the true meaning!" Feng Xiaotian muttered.

"Alas! Dead wood can't be carved!" The old man shook his head and sighed.

"Since you are an immortal, why aren't you hiding in this underground palace in the fairyland?" Feng Xiaotian asked doubtfully.

"Oh, it's a long story! I told you, I'm just a yuan god, and the body is naturally in the fairyland. I'm the body left here for the predestined person, but I didn't expect that it would be 100,000 years in a flash!" The old man said with a long sigh and a lonely face.

"100,000 years? Predestined person?" The more Feng Xiaotian listened, the more confused he became.

"Ha ha, boy, don't worry, listen to me slowly tell you, huh? You are so strange!" The old man said halfway, but he looked at Feng Xiaotian. With a flash of light in his eyes, the body formed by white smoke suddenly floated in front of Feng Xiaotian, and the palm of the white smoke suddenly held the vein door of Feng Xiaotian.

"Ah? What are you going to do?" Feng Xiaotian was shocked. The old man's speed was so fast that he didn't react at all. He wanted to struggle, but he felt that he couldn't be lucky at all. He was shocked and quickly asked harshly.

The old man didn't seem to hear Feng Xiaotian's reproach. He looked solemnly and muttered to himself, "There is a long way to repair the truth against the sky, and all sentient beings have a bumpy journey to heaven. Once the immortals are reflected in the world, the wind and clouds will come out. The world is turned upside down, and the immortals, demons and Buddhas turn into nothingness. For thousands of years of practice, it is difficult to distinguish between bad luck and bad luck.

"Ah? How do you know this poem? Although Feng Xiaotian couldn't move, he asked in horror. Tianling Zhenren told him that this poem was a prophecy related to his immortal body. Because of this prophecy, he was almost in danger in the world of cultivation. This was all thanks to this poem, but he did not expect this mysterious old man turned into white smoke. Even if you know this poem, is it possible that it will be as unfavorable to yourself as Shangguan Wuyong?

When Feng Xiaotian thought of this, he couldn't help but be shocked, because he obviously felt that although his strength and refinement had reached the late stage of distraction, he had no power to fight back in front of this mysterious old man.

"Why don't I know? Haha, I never thought that there would really be a fairy body in this world of cultivation. I thought that this poem was just a fabrication of a real person without roots. Unexpectedly, hehe, this Fuximen is really good. After 300,000 years, the fairy body has really appeared!" The old man couldn't help sighing.

"Then who are you? What are you going to do?" Feng Xiaotian tried to struggle a few times, but the true energy all over his body seemed to disappear without a trace. He couldn't help but be bold and asked harshly.

When the old man heard Feng Xiaotian's question, he smiled and let go of his hand. Feng Xiaotian suddenly felt extremely relaxed, and the feeling of full strength also returned to his body.

The old man smiled and said, "Don't panic, boy. Although you are the fairy body in the prophecy, I won't hurt you, but I will give you great benefits!"

Feng Xiaotian was not willing to believe his words. After his body loosened, he suddenly took action with a light sword and turned into a purple light to attack the old man.

The old man smiled, but looked at the light sword, but he did not dodge. The light sword suddenly passed through his chest and made a fist-sized hole in the old man's chest.

Seeing this, Feng Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself that although the old man was weird, he still died under my sword! However, when the light sword was recalled, his eyes grew up and his mouth was stunned, and he could hardly believe everything in front of him.

The old man opposite me didn't look hurt at all. The hole in his chest rolled with white smoke, and soon returned to his original state. The old man didn't seem to be angry, but still said with a smile, "Young man, I'm a fairy. With your divine cultivation, you can't get up to me at all. Not at all, but you don't have to take action. I don't have much time in this world!" In the end, the old man's tone was a little low and his expression was gloomy.

"Are you going to die?" Feng Xiaotian put away his horror and asked strangely. Through the old man's tone, he thought that the old man was telling the truth.

"Bah, ah! If you die, I can't die! I mean that my mission is about to be completed, and I will be taken back by the body and return to the fairyland!" The old man said lonelyly.