Chapter 306 Rahu Supports the Mountain
On the top of Mount Buzhou, Taoist Hongjun shook his body gently to shake off the thick layers of snow on his body.
He had been sitting here for who knows how long, and this shake caused the snow on the top of Mount Buzhou to collapse like a landslide or tsunami.
In his clasped hands, there was a jade butterfly of creation dotted with crystals. If you counted carefully, there were nine crystals in total.
There were still some crystals sparkling, and they seemed to be becoming as bright as the nine.
"Many Taoist friends have already entered the Wuji realm, but the path of luck is truly amazing."
The great god Hongjun exhaled a breath of white energy, which turned into a misty cloud and left.
The destiny was determined by Taichen Wu, and now Taichen can also be called an ancestor.
However, this good fortune actually came from the Father God through Taichen. Those with strong good fortune could actually quickly attain enlightenment and step into the Wuji.
Among them, the innate gods have experienced extremely rich accumulation, but the new gods are different.
There are two new gods who are entering the Wuji realm at an incredible speed. Just now, one of them has already entered completely.
"Luck..."
Patriarch Hongjun closed his eyes and thought, then stood up and walked towards the west.
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In the kingdom of dreams, the God of Dreams was currently reaching out to the old winged man to ask for a note.
"I don't know. He said if I can leave here, I can give you the note."
The old winged man was aware of his own impoliteness, but he did not care. He had encountered everything in the dream, and he believed that no waves would be able to blow his heart.
The Dream God waved his hand and let the old winged man leave the kingdom of God.
Then the old winged man's consciousness floated up, flew out of the dream kingdom, and flew into reality.
This is the Winged People tribe.
The distant kingdom of God in dreams is just between closing your eyes and opening them in reality.
However, the old wing man was stunned.
In front of him was a handful of yellow earth. It turned out that over the long years, his body had already decayed.
When the consciousness enters the Kingdom of God, the physical body is no longer of any use.
"I see."
The old winged man looked enlightened and took out a wooden stick from the yellow earth and handed it to the dream god.
The God of Dreams stretched out his hand and grasped it, only to see four Taoist characters engraved on the wooden strip.
[Soul without body]
"Soul but no body?"
The Dream God lowered his head and muttered these four words, and enlightenment gradually appeared in his eyes.
But soon, the realization in the Dream God's eyes turned into a sneer: "How dare a new god to question my Dream Dao!"
Doing so would directly deny His dream kingdom, and also deny half of his own dream path.
Although the God of Dreams had many insights in his mind and many of his previous problems suddenly became clear, he still did not look down on the Taoist Master Jie Yin.
"This dream kingdom of God, sooner or later I will complete it!"
He just thought that he had not found the way yet. Just like before, if he wanted to find a new way, he had to keep thinking, trying and exploring.
Chen Zhu remained calm and asked, "The Dream God is going back with me?"
"Go back. For the sake of the Earth Ancestor, I will try this dream kingdom slowly for the time being."
The Dream God agreed to Chen Zhu's request and wanted to return to the dragon clan's ancestral land.
At the same time, Chen Zhu felt an urgent sense of anxiety.
The Taoist Jie Yin has entered the Wuji realm.
But he hasn't yet. Although the way of time is extremely difficult and obscure, that is not a reason.
Sacrifice, space, etc. are all no way to enter the realm of Wuji!
Chen Zhu felt a little heavy in his heart. He looked up at the sky and had a vague understanding in his mind.
If he wanted to step into the realm of Wuji, he would probably have to fall under the order of the sun and the moon.
But the sun and the moon no longer have the god of order, so how can I find a way to make them move in a regular pattern?
Time seems simple, but it actually contains so much.
I just hope that Longting’s luck can help me.
The God of Dreams brought the Earth Ancestor Society back to Dragon Court, and at the same time, in the far west, Luohou was drinking tea with Hongjun.
On one side, there was evil everywhere, and the black clothes were stained with scarlet blood.
On one side there is white jade mist, and the world is blessed.
Jin Wuchou slowly refilled the tea for the two of them, with an expressionless face. He had grown into a young man dressed in the same black.
"Is this the successor you trained?"
Hongjun sighed softly: "This place has received a lot of killing energy from the last infinite calamity, and it has also brought the luck to the new god. Why don't you share some of it?"
"I don't need luck."
Luohou drank the tea gently, and the cracks on his body began to seep blood.
The tea fell from the crack along with the blood stains, and Hongjun felt distressed when seeing this.
"Fellow Daoist, why don't you just let it go? How can a normal physiological path be like this?"
Luohou shook his head again.
"I will not change the path I have chosen, nor do I bother to change it. Fellow Daoist Hongjun, you can rest assured. Before I see the day you are waiting for, I will naturally not leave first."
Luohou knew why Hongjun came, and he was concerned about his physical condition.
"Your Wuji realm is too much of a strain on your body."
Hongjun shook his head and his eyes fell on the God-killing Spear beside him.
This gun... is too evil.
There was a gleam in Jin Wuchou's eyes, but he said nothing.
His master had told him that no one should reveal the details about the God-killing Spear, the Way of Killing, and especially the things that were bred in the mountain of corpses.
However, at this time, Luohou gently patted Jin Wuchou's shoulder.
A bloody handprint was left on the black robe, and Luohou warned him:
"Wu Chou, if I am not around in the future, this person in front of you is the only person in this world that I can trust. You must listen to him."
"Master?"
Jin Wuchou was startled, "If it's the thing under the mountain, will it listen too?"
"listen."
Luo Hou affirmed, his eyes fell on the Great God Hongjun: "He is your uncle, your only uncle in the world."
Hongjun's gaze fell on Jin Wuchou.
"This child..."
There was a gleam of divine light in his eyes, and he had already seen the fate of Jin Wuchou.
But it was this fate that made Hongjun sigh:
"This child has a rough fate, with many ups and downs. One day he will suffer the pain of all his hard work going to waste."
"The path of killing is not so easy to bear. Not only do you have to kill all living things, kill the heaven and earth, but you also have to kill yourself."
Luo Hou seemed to be used to it and smiled softly: "You are his uncle, you have to think of a way."
This was the first time Jin Wuchou saw Luohou smile.
Hongjun couldn't help laughing and said, "Don't worry, I will make sure he is safe."
Jin Wuchou has had a very hard life.
Luo Hou nodded: "In this case, I don't have to guard here all the time. You can take Him to the Dragon Clan. Fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots."
He said cryptically: "The Fantasy Dragon Clan has his true master and Taoist companion."
Hongjun knew about this. The Fantasy Dragon Clan was the territory of the Fantasy God, and the God of Fate was born there.
The Phantom God is also the boy’s sister, and Jin Wu is not far from the Phantom Dragon Clan.
"But Master, didn't you say that mountain..."
Jin Wuchou spoke hurriedly, wasn't he supposed to wait at the foot of the mountain for the treasure to emerge?
"No need to worry."
Luohou stretched out his hand towards the distance, lifted up a mountain, and placed it on Jin Wuchou.
"This mountain follows you wherever you go, and it can protect you for a while."
The murderous aura emanating from Jin Wuchou suddenly became stronger.
"Master!"
He cried, "Master can't even take care of himself, how can I bear to leave?"
The cracked body and the pain made him afraid that this was Luohou's last words.
"Only if you leave, I can give it a try."
Luohou stood up and closed the door, marking the end of the visit.
Hongjun was rejected, so he applied for peace:
"Let's go, kid. Believe in Him. Your master is not an ordinary person. There is only one person in the whole world who is more talented than Him."
Jin Wuchou did not ask who it was, but knelt down in silence, kowtowed three times and bowed nine times to the tightly closed cave before standing up:
"Master, rest assured. Wuchou will continue to grow and help you solve your problems in the future."
Only then did he dare to go to the Huanlong Clan with Hongjun.
On the other side of the door, Luohou stood at the door with an expressionless face.
No one knows what is in His mind. There is only endless darkness and not even the stars can illuminate this evil spirit.
"Ok?"
A voice sounded from somewhere, "How could such a fierce and evil Qi actually condense a spiritual root?"
Here, Jin Wuchou accompanied Hongjun and left the Far West for the first time.
Unlike the various ugly creatures in the far west that are affected by killing and evil, the further you go into the wilderness, the more wonderful the world you can see.
This was the first time that Jin Wuchou had walked out of the Far West in his memory. When he saw a centipede mountain insect, he subconsciously drew out his black sword.
"Don't worry, this is a mountain insect and it doesn't eat people." Hongjun smiled and jumped past the mountain insect with Jin Wuchou.
They took a short rest here. Hongjun picked a yellow fruit, peeled off the shell to reveal the crispy and sweet flesh inside, and took a bite of it, filling his mouth with fragrance.
"My fellow Taoist doesn't know how to take care of people. You can try it. You must have never eaten it before."
Hongjun had already truly regarded Jin Wuchou as his own nephew, and walked slowly all the way to the Huanlong Clan.
As soon as he arrived here, Jin Wuchou's face tightened, and he saw the murderous energy all around him, and strange monsters rushed towards him!
Jin Wuchou drew his sword fiercely and fought with the monster. His young face was already covered with frost.
"Who's over there!"
A phantom dragon flew over and said, "Why don't you clear your mind quickly? Why are you transforming into so many monsters and causing panic?"
"and who are you!"
Jin Wuchou's fight was becoming increasingly difficult, and his appearance did not seem to be fake.
Hongjun raised his head and glanced at something not far away, then smiled:
"The people are sent to you."
He turned and left. This place reflected his inner thoughts and he didn't want to stay any longer.
But Jin Wuchou was still fighting, and he didn't look fake.
The phantom dragon had no choice but to imagine more immortals and gods to fight the monsters and help Jin Wuchou catch his breath.
"Focus your mind and put aside all distracting thoughts!"
Huanlong taught Jin Wuchou to calm down and stop imagining those monsters.
This thing is actually very easy to control, but Jin Wuchou is here for the first time, so he is unfamiliar with it and doesn't know what to do.
The latter slowly took control, and the monsters disappeared one by one.
"All right."
Huanlong breathed a sigh of relief. He was the guard of Huanlong City, but now he was about to make trouble:
"Where did you come from, you fool? Don't you know the rules of my Phantom Dragon Clan?"
He scolded Jin Wuchou, "Come with me now to face the punishment. My dragon clan is not something that anyone can mess with!"
"I do not know."
Jin Wuchou subconsciously looked around, but did not see his uncle. For a moment he felt panic and timid, and held the black sword tightly.
This was an unfamiliar environment, fraught with danger for him.
Fortunately, a voice spoke for him soon after.
"No rudeness."
A middle-aged figure walked out of the Fantasy Dragon Palace and came to the outside of the city.
This sound...
Jin Wuchou felt inexplicably familiar, and his nervousness subconsciously began to ease.
"who are you?"
Jin Wuchou looked at the other person, but found that he had never seen the other person before. But for some reason, he felt relieved.
It seemed that there were no more difficulties.
The Magic Dragon Guard bowed his head hastily and said, "Master, the Lord!"
This person is the worshiper of the Fantasy Dragon Clan and also an immortal god in the Source Realm.
"My name is: Sun Qi Zhenjun."
Jin Wuchou didn't know this name.
Yiqi Zhenjun said to the phantom dragon guard: "You don't know that the person in front of you is the former sword master of your dragon clan, the generation of Fengshuang Jin Wuchou."
Jin Wuchou?
Jin Wuchou!!!
The Phantom Dragon Guard was startled: "Is this the innate sword god that we have passed down from generation to generation, the Great Wind and Frost Jin Wuchou?"
"Of course."
Sun Yiqi Zhenjun smiled and said to Jin Wuchou: "And I was once the master of your Xiantian Sword God, Qishu."
As soon as these words were spoken, Jin Wuchou suddenly realized that he had heard from his uncle on the way that he had another master, but it was a pity that the master died early.
Is this the person in front of you?
"Master?"
Jin Wuchou closed his eyes and thought, but found that he still could not awaken his memories of his past life.
"It seems that you haven't awakened yet, Wuqiu, come with me."
The True Lord of the Sun Yiqi, also known as Qishu, took Jin Wuchou to the Fantasy Dragon Palace.
"I'll take you to see someone. It is said that he has a unique view on the awakening of the innate god's memory."
Jin Wuchou was confused, but he had great faith in the "master" in front of him.
He looked around as he went along. This place was simply a city made of crystal, spotless and majestic.
He even saw some light that could only be produced in fighting, which lasted for a long time and brought a feeling of warmth to the body.
Moving towards the light, Jin Wuchou narrowed his eyes slightly. The light here was too dazzling and he could hardly see clearly.
Qishu was calm and composed. Seeing this, he said to Jin Wuchou:
"The True Yang Immortal Ancestor has been here before, so the sunlight is quite strong. If you feel uncomfortable, you can wear this."
Qishu took out a pair of...glasses.
This was made by the priest who is well-versed in memory. It is actually just two pieces of crystal, but it is very useful.
After Jin Wuchou put it on, he no longer felt so uncomfortable.
"The Phantom God went to the nearby dragon tribe to invite a dragon."
When passing by the tallest crystal seat in the Dragon Palace, the glare was so blinding that Jin Wuchou couldn't open his eyes even with his sunglasses on. The God of Qishu said this.
Then I walked around the light, and the scene in front of me suddenly became clear!
Behind the throne is a garden with a strange blue sky, flowers and plants, and floating white clouds.
On the swing in the garden, there lay an ordinary-looking person.
The human form should be at the level of immortals and gods, right?
"Hey, long time no see."
The man didn't even raise his head and said lazily, "You haven't woken up yet?"
Jin Wuchou frowned. It was another person he felt familiar with.
But he really didn't know him.
Chen Zhu stood up and said, "Please sit wherever you like. Master Yiqi, you know I have a casual personality, so please don't be offended."
"Of course I don't mind. After all, you are the younger brother of the Phantom God of Jingzhe Mansion."
Has Chen Zhu's identity been exposed?
No, he was a dragon that the Phantom God "picked up" by chance when he was traveling some time ago. He acknowledged him as his younger brother, and naturally became a worshiper of the Phantom Dragon Clan.
Now, the luck of the Fantasy Dragon Clan has completely turned blue. The God of Luck guessed that this existence was not simple and was obviously not an ordinary Source Realm.
Maybe it’s the ultimate state.
"It's okay. Sit for a while and wait for Jin Wu to come. Maybe Jin Wuchou can remember something."
Golden dance?
Jin Wuchou was stunned. This name made his heart tremble!
"Tsk tsk, it turns out that to deal with love-brained people, you still have to find a partner for him."
Chen Zhu smiled helplessly, and at the same time, a divine light fell from his eyes.
Nothing on Jin Wuchou could escape his sight.
Jin Wuchou also lost his memory, which is a big problem. Why did this happen?
There must be something he hasn't discovered.
Chen Zhu looked at it carefully, but the next moment, all his muscles tensed up and the world in front of him suddenly became pitch black!
He saw a mountain of corpses, an endless mountain of corpses. On it were not only the innate gods, but also the chaotic evil gods. All kinds of debris appeared on the mountain.
Jin Wuchou carried the mountain of corpses on his back with a dull expression.
When he looked again, everything disappeared, including Rāhu's evil ways.
Lord Rahu is really willing to give.
Chen Zhu did not point it out. Not long after, Qingying returned and brought him some delicious yellow fruits.
Before he got close, Qingying covered Jinwu's eyes with his dragon tail, and said with a sly voice:
"Guess what I'm going to show you?"
"Sister Qingying, stop making trouble. Don't you know what kind of personality Jin Wu has? Tell me now."
Jin Wu smiled helplessly. Outside, she was called the Golden Dragon Clan Leader.
But here she didn't put on any airs at all, they were all sisters who hadn't seen each other for a long time.
"Be ready~"
Qingying asked him to come in front of Jin Wuchou, and then suddenly pulled away the dragon's tail:
"Dang-dang-dang!"
Jin Wu regained her sight and saw the person in front of her, which made her stunned at first.
Then, his whole body began to tremble and tears could not stop falling.
Jin Wuchou gently brushed his eyes with his hand, for some reason, tears welled up on his cheeks and he couldn't hold them back, and his vision became blurred.
“No… no hatred?”
Jin Wu stretched out her hand gently, not daring to touch it, for fear that it was a dream and she would wake up if she touched it.
That was the reason why she wanted to dream day and night but dared not to dream.
She liked the feeling in dreams, but was afraid of the loss after waking up. The huge gap tortured her physically and mentally.
Jin Wuchou reached out and gently stroked Jin Wu's hair:
"I don't know you, but why do I have a strange feeling, so uncomfortable..."
Jin Wu is already a human being. After becoming an immortal, he will be able to transform into a human immortal.
Jin Wu has accumulated enough.
"Jin Wuchou!"
Chen Zhu suddenly took out a sword and threw it to him: "Catch it!"
That was the Sword of Infinite Destiny, which had once belonged to Jin Wuchou. He used the Sword of Infinite Destiny to prove his swordsmanship, and after his death, he left behind the sword.
When Jin Wuchou got the long sword, his whole body trembled. As the Dao rhyme intertwined, the sword art of the Never-ending Divine Sword actually began to quarrel with the path of killing and corpses behind him!
(End of this chapter)