Chapter 161

with the silent retreat of the stone wall, the gap becomes larger and larger. When the stone wall stops, a circular portal appears on the stone wall.

Yi Heng looks at the position of the Eight Diagrams map has become a door. He is so excited in his heart that he shoots into the door with his spiritual sense and eyesight.

The door was not spacious. The round stone chamber, about two or three feet high, was about seven or eight feet high, but there was hardly any decoration in it. There was not even a simple Futon in his quiet room at this time.

The first reaction is that this place is not a place for practice. What is worth setting up? Maybe no one can solve it except him?

All of a sudden, a dark shadow appeared in his spiritual consciousness. The shadow was in the upper right corner, which was very special for the other corners which were bare.

When he looked at it, he was suddenly terrified. There, a monk in green, with dry and gray face, white beard and hair, sword eyebrow and cloud, eyes closed.

Control of the impulse to turn around to escape, but his whole body bristles upright, the sense of urgency that his soul has not appeared for a long time appears again, which makes his palms cold sweat and his heart beat faster.

The prestige from the monk was far more than that of Lin Wufeng. We can imagine what the monk was like. If he did it, he would have no chance to survive.

"Yi Heng, a disciple of Yimen, visited his ancestor." Yi Heng is very quick in his eagerness. He can't let this friar do it. Even if he waves his hand, he will be scared out of his wits.

At this stage, the legend of the immortal cultivation world has long been clear. If there is any existence in this fairyland beyond the three main gates, it must be the founder of Yimen. He flew from the boundless sea to teach the method of cultivating immortals in the mainland. The legendary realm is the golden elixir, Jin Zhongfu.

In the later period of foundation building, dayuanman was already a man who could turn mountains and seas. What kind of power would the monks in the golden elixir period achieve?

The elixir in the elixir field is no longer the spirit liquid of the foundation building friars, but the magic power. The objects used are no longer the magic weapons of the foundation building friars, but the magic weapons. Once the magic weapons come out, the heaven and earth can change color for them.

How can such a legend keep him alert?

The six cold needles behind him have already turned to the extreme. The villain in the purple mansion is full of tension. His right hand is trembling, pointing to the gray arrow in front of him. The Bagua plate is also flickering, ready to sacrifice a fatal blow at any time.

Even if he knows it's useless, is he a man waiting to die?

After half a ring, the person sitting in the cross seat was still sitting quietly, as if he didn't know anyone appeared at all, but the sweat on his face had gathered in countless channels and gathered on his chin, dropping drop by drop on the ground.

"Yi Heng, a disciple of Yimen, visited his ancestor." Although he didn't dare to act rashly, he once again showed that he was a disciple of the Yi clan. If he wanted to come to this founder and hear about the Yimen, he should ask clearly. He would not immediately take action. As long as he spoke, he would have a chance.

Sweat has been dripping on the ground, so high tension to maintain the same posture has made his muscles tremble and ache. His eyes are soaked with sweat, which makes him feel hot and painful, but he still opens his eyes.

A stick of incense passed, and there was no sound in the quiet room. The person sitting in the room was quiet as before. At this time, he knew that something was wrong.

"Is this man dead?" My mind turned quickly. If I was really a founder, I would have been in the golden elixir period when I came to the mainland. In addition, more than 300 years have passed, even if the golden elixir period should have no such longevity.

It's more likely to die.

He tried to stand up slowly, his eyes fixed on the man, but there was no movement. Now he was almost sure that the man must be dead, but the pressure was still so terrible.

Although it was just a stick of incense, he felt as long as an hour or even a day and a night. When he relaxed, he found that he was extremely tired and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

But he didn't care to be tired, but his eyes were full of excitement. He could see the founder of the family and even the legendary golden elixir. Even if he had died, if there were any skills or magic weapons left behind, it would be great.

"I'm really looking forward to it, Shizu. Don't let me down. I'm here to bow to you."

He came forward slowly, which was even more powerful. However, he walked four steps before the friar, and respectfully performed three big rites. His face was extremely religious, but he was not the founder of the sect. What he respected was that he was a monk in the golden elixir period.

He knows how much suffering he has experienced since his practice. In addition to the hard work of improving his cultivation, he also has to face countless fighting methods of life and death. In this process, if he is a little careless, he may have been buried in the wilderness and his soul will be destroyed.

How gifted is it that the man in front of him can practice to the golden elixir period? What perseverance? What a chance? He couldn't help but admire him.

After raising his head, his eyes became clear again.

"The road is hard to walk, but you have your way, I have my way. Now your way is gone, but my way is already under my feet. Although I don't know if I can find a long life in the future, I still need to learn from you now."

He had already seen the purple gold storage bag hanging on the Friar's waist, so he went up to him and took it off under pressure. Seeing the monk no longer had anything, he withdrew slowly and did not dare to disturb him.Sitting on the futon, he was relieved and was about to pour out the items in his storage bag. However, he felt as if his eyes were staring at him, which was burning and painful.

As soon as the right hand holding the storage bag was raised, he did not dare to make any movement. However, after a moment, his face returned to normal. Even if the monk of the golden elixir was dead, he was really afraid.

He had to turn around slowly, facing the monk through the round door on the stone wall. He calmed down a little, but he still didn't dare to look at his dry gray face.

Except for the fact that the face is so dry that it can't be seen, everything else is the same as in the portrait, but the indifferent and occasionally sharp eyes can't be seen.

"If there is a will, I will try my best to fulfill it." For peace of mind, he still whispered a word.

Then his right hand shook, and the contents of the purple gold storage bag fell out. Before the rest of them were noticed, several bright stones first came into his eyes and brightened his eyes.

It was already dusk, and the light in the quiet room was getting dark. However, these stones made the whole quiet room bright, which was the second. What surprised him was that, in a moment, he felt that the aura of the quiet room was more than doubled.

He reached out and picked up one of them. As soon as he started, he felt comfortable. The aura entered the body automatically without taking the initiative to absorb it. Although the elixir of the elixir field was full, the aura began to swim all over the body along the meridians of the hands, making the meridians that had not been opened for a long time felt dull pain.

His face is intoxicated, he instantly sobers up. If he goes on like this, I'm afraid he will have to build the foundation immediately. However, his mental state is obviously not the best, so he should leave immediately.

"This must be the best spirit stone. I can't imagine the legendary spirit stone. Now there are as many as seven pieces. In this way, there is absolutely no problem in building the foundation by ourselves. Maybe we can push the cultivation to the middle stage. Of course, the best spirit stone is really precious and can not be used until we have to."

With a wave of his left hand, seven excellent spirit stones disappeared from the ground and instantly appeared in his pocket around his waist. In an instant, the quiet room became dark again, but it had no effect on him with his eyes wide open.

Looking at a small pile of objects on the ground, there is no spirit stone any more. The most conspicuous one is a purple gold flying sword, lying on the ground without a sword handle.

It seems that he didn't get the cultivation of mana for many years. He looked gloomy, but he didn't dare to despise the purple and gold light that flashed occasionally.

"This must be a magic weapon. No doubt, magic weapon, beyond the existence of the best magic weapon, your own best bear claw needle and bear fur coat are nothing in front of this flying sword. You don't need to use magic power. If you stroke lightly, you will be scrapped."

Of course, he won't try it easily, and he can't use it now. What he needs is a magic power drive, and the power of magic power is unknown how many times more powerful than spiritual power. For him, I'm afraid that all his spiritual power is injected into the sword, and there will be no movement in the sword.

Although he did not dare to try it, he was still ready to see the magic weapon in the legend. He stretched out his right hand, held the sword with his thumb and index finger, and gently took it up.

As soon as he started, a chill spread from two fingers to his whole body. The chill almost made his blood freeze and almost made him lose the sword. Fortunately, his whole body was able to resist the cold.

He felt the sharpness of the sword, which seemed to pierce the skin on his face. He was scared to take it far away. But before he could move, he saw a faint light on the sword and flew away from the body of the sword and flew towards his forehead.

The dim light was so fast and so close to him that he could not see his face startled before it touched his forehead and disappeared as soon as he touched it.

Under his fright, he felt only a chill on his forehead, and something appeared in the purple mansion.

With the sound of "Dong", I saw that he was sitting upright on the ground, his hands and feet had not changed. He still held a flying sword on his right hand. His face still kept the expression that he had just been frightened. His eyes were closed and his eyebrows were tight. It seemed that he had encountered a great crisis.

Here, the usual silence was restored.

Lin Wufeng, the head of the gate, sits in front of the portrait of the founder in Yimen, the hall of heaven and earth. Lin Wufeng, the master of the temple, still has sharp eyes and a cool face. He is flying in the wind in a blue Taoist suit, with a purple gold flying sword and a purple gold storage bag on his waist.

But at the moment, Lin Wufeng unintentionally looked at his ancestor who had seen him thousands of times. He was smiling. It was a great joy that heaven helped change the door. Since Li Yijia built the foundation, Qiu Xiyin built the foundation, and Zeng Yushu was promoted to the middle stage. This is a great joy.

After that, the good news continued. The sixteen disciples who closed the gate and built the foundation succeeded one after another. Now, the hall is full of building foundation monks. Although it is not as prosperous as that of Yimen a hundred years ago, it is much more lively than the desolation a few days ago.

Lin Wufeng looks at the left row with a smile. Luo Weiji, Zeng Yushu, Yan Changkong, Liu Qingyi, Feng Wuwei, Bai Qilin, Xiao Wuji, Qiu Xiyin, Li Yijia and Zhao Jinwen.

In the right row, Wu Nan, Huang Deming, Li Qingquan, Huang Wen, Zeng Mengzhu, Yuan Jingtong, Xu Feng, Li Hongbao, sun Xiuyuan, Zhao Xueyao.A few less qualified inner disciples are still closed. If all of them can achieve foundation construction, it will be even more heated here.

However, Feng Wuwei and others at the beginning were surprised to see Zeng Yushu sitting in the second position. His great Kung Fu had not yet eased his mind. As soon as the foundation was built, they listened to Yan Chang's empty talk and what happened that day.

However, his words were vague and contained a bitter smile. Therefore, he couldn't understand how Zeng Yushu became the middle stage of foundation construction, and he could fight with elder Huang Deming.

I can't imagine that Zeng Yushu, who was struggling hard in the inner door, has now become an existence to look up to. Where does this change start? It's really hard to understand. He has worked hard in the jade book. Isn't it hard for those present here?

"Changkong, can there be a message from the other two gates?" When Lin Wufeng was happy, he thought of the other two. He thought that there were not so many foundation building monks in the other two gates.

"Back to the master, there were 11 people who built the foundation, but it was not Chen Shoutian who took the lead in building the foundation, but a disciple named Hua FengChen.

When the foundation was built, all the auras were coming in a thousand miles. After the foundation was built successfully, although it was in the early stage of foundation construction, it was not far away from the middle stage, and its combat power was comparable to that of the middle stage.

Later, the zhenmen sect leader personally inspected its spirit root, which turned out to be the legendary variant of Lei Linggen. However, he didn't find it when he was introduced to the school. Now, the foundation construction has just come out. The zhenmen sect leader was so happy that he accepted him as his disciple. "

Yan Changkong had already known the news, but he was shocked at that time. Now he said it, he was still shocked.

"Variation of raylingen? What a great fortune! I just got into the zhenmen again. My skills are in line with them. This son is limitless. " Lin Wufeng listened to the news and was silent for a while. He was shocked and said in a deep voice.

In the hall, people couldn't wait for a long time. They thought Li Yijia and Qiu Xiyin were good enough. Unexpectedly, a Zeng Yushu appeared and used the wanjue construction method to build the foundation. Originally, his accomplishments in this life were no longer inch by inch, but suddenly they were promoted to the middle stage.

I thought it was enough against the weather, but now I heard that zhenmen had a variant spirit root that was more powerful than the single spirit root. Just after the foundation was built, its strength was comparable to that of the medium-term. Can it still require human life?

"There are eight people who built the foundation of Gen gate, but I haven't heard of any powerful people." Yan Changkong finished, the hall is still silent.

If the three gates just built the foundation together, there will be more than 340 people, which is simply incredible. What's more, there are also some devils in the legend, such as the variant spirit root, the single spirit root, Zeng Yushu and so on. Is it really full of aura?

"Originally, everyone should be happy to get this power in the immortal cultivation world, but it was followed by alien invasion. Is this the way of heaven? One Yin and one Yang complement each other, and when they are prosperous, they will decline

Yan Changkong sighed and sighed. At present, he is in charge of all the miscellaneous affairs of the sect, so he knows a lot about alien creatures.

"Changkong, is there a difference between different creatures?" Hearing what he said, Lin Wufeng asked.

"Headmaster, elder Li is in charge of the defense line. Yesterday, the message came that the number of the alien creatures has not increased, but it seems to be more awake. It seems that there are some changes in the ground. Elder Li asks for support for fear that a first-order creature will suddenly appear."

"Did that scream work?" Wu is nervous and excited.