Chapter 96 Nightmare
Murong Xiaoxian felt that his two eyes began to look at him curiously, as if they were spiritual "eggs", so he looked at Murong Xiaoxian.
eggs?
After looking at Murong Xiaoxian for a short time, the Yuanli seed also seemed to find something wrong. Then he turned around gorgeously and had a panoramic view of everything about Murong Xiaoxian, and then the "egg" began to squirm gently.
The pointed top of the "egg" began to contract and gradually became a gourd, and then the lower half of the "gourd" began to differentiate again, and the shape of the arms and legs finally appeared!
After completing all this, the "egg" seemed to feel inadvertently satisfied, and then the head began to differentiate into facial features according to Murong Xiaoxian's appearance, which was the vivid Murong Xiaoxian miniature version!
A golden little man was finally formed, but the whole was much smaller and returned to the size of a walnut.
"Yuanying?" Murong Xiaoxian was stunned for a moment. The baby turned into the seed of Yuanli is definitely a real Yuanying, which is very different from the Yuanying formed by those practitioners who worked hard to condense Zhenyuan!
The practitioners rely on their own penance, take the body as the furnace, absorb the aura of heaven and earth, transform it into the true element, gradually condense the true element into a Yuanying, and then integrate with the Yuanshin, and slowly see the realm of Yuan power; Murong Xiaoxian directly absorbs the power of heaven and earth with his body, and can directly understand the day and the earth. The ultimate goal of the change of Yuanli is to peep into the ultimate road of heaven and earth!
Two kinds of Yuanying are like rings on human fingers. Although they look the same, glass and diamonds can't be the same!
The final goal of the practitioners is the unity of Yuanying and Yuanshen, while Murong Xiaoxian's Yuanying has long been connected with her own Yuanshen! And he always controls his body!
Then, Murong Xiaoxian clearly saw the word "one" written on the baby's head!
That means that the current state of this Yuanli seed is heavy!
From the primary to the first heavy, it has been a lot of hard work, and it's just a step forward!
One weight, even the skills on the purple indish double flower can't be practiced at all, let alone the many secrets hidden in the brain!
Double, at least you can learn the "ice fangs" by yourself, right?
Murong Xiaoxian sighed slightly, and the baby also learned from Murong Xiaoxian's appearance, which was indescribably funny and cute.
Murong Xiaoxian withdrew his consciousness and looked at the window in a daze.
This process is very fast, but unconsciously, it has passed the night and it has already dawn.
Why don't these people ask themselves to have dinner?
When he went downstairs, Murong Xiaoxian hesitated for a moment and stopped at the second floor. Because he didn't feel the breath of Kong Xuaner and Shi Xiaoman.
Knocked on the door, and no one answered in the room. Knock again, the door opens, and it is already covered in vain!
There is a letter on the dressing table, which is simply outlined with a few words with rouge:
"I'm worried about the demons and leave without saying goodbye. Nianjun is closed. It's inconvenient to disturb you. The gate is locked, and the idle people will not disturb you. I hope you take care. Xuan'er stay..."
Are you leaving?
Murong Xiaoxian's heart suddenly became empty again, perhaps because his friendship with them was too shallow.
Murong Xiaoxian shook his head, released a flame and burned the letterhead. After looking around and having nothing else, he quietly went downstairs.
There are a few refreshments on the dining table downstairs, combined with an inverted iron basin and a pot of old wine. Everything is just a little cold.
Opening the iron basin, Murong Xiaoxian smiled. It turned out to be a roast chicken inside!
Coldness is not a problem. Murong Xiaoxian condensed a fireball in his hand. After baking a few times around him, the roast chicken was full of aroma. Obviously, this is a semi-ripe product, just removing the fur and internal organs and drying the blood water.
Breakfast?
Murong Xiaoxian smiled bitterly and ate chicken and drank for breakfast. It is estimated that only Kong Xuaner can have this kind of creativity. He could see that Kong Xuaner had never been in the kitchen. Who told her to sit in the hall all the time?
But this heart is enough!
After eating the roast chicken, I almost closed it, but the pot of wine did not touch it. No one wants to drink early in the morning except alcoholics, right?
The gate was inserted backwards. Murong Xiaoxian opened the door, took out a horse in the stable behind him, and went straight to the Star Moon altar without thinking about it.
What secrets are hidden under the altar? This matter has troubled Murong Xiaoxian for a long time. He knows that maybe all the secrets are in this altar!
The orange sun's coat was indeed extremely noble. Murong Xiaoxian walked unimpeded all the way, and pedestrians leaned by one after another wherever he rode.
A round of red sun has risen, but Murong Xiaoxian is walking leisurely. The only regret is that he doesn't have time to visit those well-known buildings. He wants to know what the world can make these things without water, electricity and heating.
A team of disciples have been patrolling from afar beside the Xingyue altar. These should be Lan Yan's trusted disciples, right? Ordinary people will be expelled once they approach easily.
Murong Xiaoxian came forward, and the patrol soldiers had already seen the orange sun. After bowing and salute, they took Murong Xiaoxian's horse away. The altar is sacred. How can it be tolerated by animals to trample on it?
Ten feet away from the altar, a red shadow is sitting cross-legged, contrasting with the morning sun in space.
"Thank you for your hard work, and I will replace you today!" Murong Xiaoxian walked up slowly.
Hongluo's figure moved slightly, quickly pinched a few strange fingerprints with both hands, and then got up and turned around.
There is a faint trace of iron and blood rolling in Hongluo's eyes, but there is a blackness on his face, and the action of turning around also seems to be much more mechanical.
"It's so early, you disturbed my dream." Hongluo said lightly, and the color of iron and blood in his eyes slowly faded.
"The dream always wakes up, and even the dream is empty!" Murong Xiaoxian said coldly.
"Ha ha, but what I did was a nightmare." Hongluo's eyes finally showed a little flexible color, and people were much more lively.
"Well, that's why you should thank me." Murong Xiaoxian smiled faintly and then returned to calm.
"Why didn't the owner ask me what nightmare I had?" Hongluo came over, and the blush on his face appeared again.
"Is it possible that your nightmare is me?" Murong Xiaoxian took a deep look at Hongluo, and Hongluo was slightly stunned.
"Why did the head of the family say this?" Hongluo frowned and put his hands around his chest, like Xizi holding his heart, which was painful.
Murong Xiaoxian sighed, "It seems that people who have a good relationship with me don't seem to have a good end. I was born without my parents, and the senior sister who took care of me since I was a child died. My sister, who was with my peers, had a better fate, but was expelled from the door. A few months ago, Yuexian and others, who had been fighting side by side with me, died on the battlefield... So, I was a nightmare for all those close to me. I suggest you stay away from me..."
Hong Luo was stunned for a moment and took a closer look at Murong Xiaoxian. Murong Xiaoxian's eyes are as deep as an ancient pool, as calm as autumn water, not happy or sad, and everything in his eyes seems to have nothing to do with him!
This is a man who has been hurt.
Hongluo made a preliminary decision.
"Everyone will have nightmares. I believe that nightmares will come to an end." Hong Luo seemed to touch his mind. After saying that, he stopped answering and turned around and left quietly.
"Yes, the head of the family. There will be a competition between the twelve halls of light for the guardianship of this altar. Four days later, when Lan Yan or Lv Nong's sister is finished guarding, other hall masters will come to break through the customs. If we can hold on, then we can continue to hold on to the last round. Therefore, please cherish this opportunity. Believe me, nightmares will always wake up..." The red shadow flashed, and Hongluo disappeared in the altar square in a blink of an eye.
Nightmares will always wake up.
Unfortunately, people are born in a nightmare!
Is death the liberation of nightmares? Or is losing your soul the liberation of nightmares?
Nightmares always wake up. It seems that they know their situation very well...
By nature, they are not very sinful people, but this is when their spiritual knowledge is still alive, but what if they are at night? That chilly murderous spirit, but I don't know how many innocent souls are infected!
If you want to practice soul killing, you must kill!
Murong Xiaoxian sighed secretly and knew that he was afraid that he would not have a chance to continue to guard with them.
In the sun, the altar stands high.
To Murong Xiaoxian's surprise, the stars and moons engraved on the four walls of the altar have long disappeared, leaving only a huge white, smooth and integrated surface.
The sandalwood at the top of the altar slowly floats into the sky, still not affected by the wind, so I still show off my elegant posture.
There is no way to go up.
It seems that you don't have to go up by yourself. What you have to do is to stay under this altar and accompany each other with this shadow altar.
One step closer, twenty feet, no feeling yet.
Going further, 19 feet, Murong Xiaoxian vaguely felt a trace of pressure.
Continue to move forward, 18 feet, the pressure increased, and a faint murderous spirit surged out.
No matter how close it is, no matter how close it is!
Ten feet!
The severe pressure is like a substantial wall, firmly blocking Murong Xiaoxian out.
It is no longer possible to move forward.
The place where Hongluo sat just now is just 17 feet! However, Murong Xiaoxian found that there was a very inconspicuous trace, a faint footprint at the eight feet!
Footprints are exquisite and seem to be deliberately engraved.
Hongluo, why leave footprints there?
How can she get close to the place eight feet away from the altar? According to her own judgment, her cultivation will definitely not surpass herself. Although her strength has not been fully released at this moment, she has at least reached the level of Hongluo. I can only get close to ten feet.
After ten feet, every step closer, the pressure increases exponentially!
The twelve Ming masters are just close to four feet!
The footprints seem to be a little strange.
Curved, like an obscured moon.