Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 477
Looking at the star ring talisman covering his field of vision, Mo Chuan felt an extremely hopeless sense of powerlessness.

Before the relationship, it was always "surrounded by three ques and one", deliberately giving people false hopes?

How is this still struggling?

At this point, he had to admit that the star ring talisman in front of him was worthy of the world of skulls under his feet.

I really don't know how powerful this skull was before it was alive?

Even in death, the enemy still dare not slacken the slightest bit.

"Ugh--"

Mo Chuan sighed, dragged his weak body, flew to the place where Qing Tongjun, Dan Bo, and Mu Yang died, and performed the soul search technique again.

With the experience of searching Yuanshi Daojun, he quickly dug three feet into the ground and arrested the remnants of the three people.

After finishing this, he was about to turn around and leave.

However, before leaving a few steps, he paused in his footsteps, and turned around unwillingly. With a cloudy expression, he called out a true dragon of the Qi refining period, and drove it straight to the star ring talisman.

He was thinking, would the star ring talisman only block the God of Transformation, but not the monks under the God of Transformation?

Before he lost his thoughts, "bang" a brilliant firework bloomed in the sky, shining like the sun, extinguishing three points of his luck.

"Gan!"

Mo Chuan's expression froze, and he continued to release countless birds, beasts, monsters, ghosts, and even dead insects...

He still doesn't believe it...

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Looking at the blossoming fire, the obsession in Mo Chuan's heart also dissipated bit by bit.

"Oh, that's all!"

With another deep sigh, Mo Chuan turned around and returned to Yingzhou without looking back.

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As soon as he returned to Yingzhou, Mo Chuan summoned Daoist Biyu.

"Wei Chen Biyu, pay homage to Dao Ancestor."

In the Meteor Hall, Jasper clasped his hands and bowed to the end. How could he still have the arrogance of being the Taoist Lord of Yuanying?
Mo Chuan waved his hand, and a jade wat appeared out of thin air, and flew to Lord Biyu: "This is the secret of transforming gods, so you can use it to understand!"

Daoist Biyu was dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at the ups and downs of the jade wat in front of him, he didn't dare to stretch out his hand, but cupped his hands and said: "A poor Taoist enters the Taoist court by himself, it can be said that he has made no achievements, how dare he be rewarded for nothing?"

Mo Chuan shook his head and said: "Don't worry, take it, so as not to be deceived by outsiders one day without knowing it. If you are willing, just pay more attention to the affairs of the Taoist court. One day, you can cultivate to the great perfection of Nascent Soul and find poverty." The Taoists will take out the magic talisman and hold another ascension ceremony, which will also enhance the prestige of my Taoist court."

Daoist Biyu was stunned upon hearing this.

Daozu's words can be said to be straight to the point, dispelling all his worries.

Taking out the magic spirit talisman and holding the Ascension Ceremony in public, this basically means that there will be no more black hands.

Of course, if you want to have this treatment, the premise is to "pay more attention to the affairs of the Taoist court".

As for how to care?

This has to be the wise see the wise and the benevolent see benevolence!

Obviously, this is a conspiracy.

The subtext is also very simple, serve me well, and when the time is right, I will naturally send you to ascend.

"Sir, I would like to abide by the decree of the Taoist ancestor."

The Jasper Taoist Lord took the jade wat with both hands, like a human courtier holding the jade wat in his hands and bowing in salute.

"Go!"

"Here!"

"and many more!"

Mo Chuan suddenly remembered something again, and told him: "Dan Bo, Mu Yang, deceive the superior and the inferior, soar up privately, the poor Taoist remembers the old relationship, allow them a face, allow them to become gods, and you go on behalf of the poor Taoist, and let them There must be no mistake in the family building a shrine to worship it!"

Biyu Daojun was shocked when he heard this and asked tentatively:

"Dare to ask Zu, are they still...alive?"

"Since it is a living temple, it is naturally still alive."

Mo Chuan raised his right hand, and two remnant souls quietly appeared in the palm of his hand, like a candle, flickering, and seemed to be extinguished at any time.

Daoist Biyu became more and more terrified when he saw it, he folded his hands, raised them to his chest, and bowed to the end again: "My minister, take the decree!"

When the sound fell, he paused for two seconds. Seeing that Mo Chuan had no more orders, he stepped back a few steps and turned to leave.

After leaving the main hall, a gust of wind came, and Daoist Biyu suddenly realized that his back was icy cold and already drenched in cold sweat.

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On the seventh day of March in the second year of the Taoist calendar, Qingtong, Danbo, and Muyang scattered cultivators, Taoism transformed into gods, took advantage of the void, flew into the sky, and the world was shocked!
The two great families of Danbo and Muyang even built a shrine to worship them to show their glory.

On this occasion, Dao Court is becoming more and more popular.

Can be described as:

Wanfang came to congratulate, and Huayi filled the court.

For a while, many monks sharpened their heads and joined the Taoist court.

There are also quite a few old Jindan families who expressed their intention to bring order out of chaos. For a while, the local power in Yingzhou was on the verge of collapse, and the building was in danger of collapse.

This scene directly made the Taoist Lords of Yingzhou dumbfounded.

"Fellow daoists, the situation has changed! Dan Bo and Mu Yang probably haven't destroyed the network of magic charms!"

In the quiet hall of the Wei family, Daoist Yingzhou came either in person or as a clone.

One by one, sitting or standing, looked dignified.

"Is the news true?"

"It's probably true! I tried to get in touch with Daoist Biyu, but unexpectedly, that guy was completely hypocritical, and even asked for information about us. It looks like he is so loyal!"

Tianli Daojun's yin and yang strange air way, obviously very angry.

"Could it be that Dan Bo and Mu Yang reached a reconciliation agreement with Master Mingchen when they ascended?"

"It seems that this is the only possibility."

"Hmph, I said at the beginning that this plan was slanted, it was very inappropriate, maybe the secret of transforming gods would be leaked to the old Taoist Ming Chen, and you don't believe in evil, what should I do now?"

"What's wrong with this? Isn't it a good thing that Dao Court lost three Nascent Soul cultivators for nothing?"

"Tsk tsk, it's a happy funeral, fellow daoist is really good at it!"

"What did you say?"

"Okay, okay, let's stop arguing. What's the point of making such noise? How to eliminate the influence of Tao Ting is the key now. In Pindao's opinion, since Tao Ting has promoted three people, as long as we can continue to send people to ascend , we can resolve the immediate crisis.”

"That's all there is to it."

"Since that's the case, who would like to fly to the Immortal Taiqing?"

After the questioning, the hall fell silent.

As the Taoist monarchs looked at each other, they all saw some hesitation in each other's eyes.

They are not against ascension.

On the contrary, each of them was fascinated by it, wishing to fly to the fairy world immediately.

But rationality also told them that ascending in this world of great strife would be detrimental to family inheritance.

If there is no restraint from Shouyuan, the best time to ascend is actually the time when a new Yuanying Daojun is born in the family.

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The worries of Taoist Lord Yingzhou are also the concerns of the remaining eight true monarchs of the Taoist Court.

With the simultaneous ascension of the three Dao Lords in the Dao Court, the eight True Lords have already entered a state of indescribable excitement.

As beings who have been sleeping since ancient times, their cultivation has already reached the perfection of Nascent Soul, and they can break through and become gods at any time.

It's just that I had no way out before, and I have been aggrieved until now.

How can you not be ecstatic now that you can see the great way?

However, the remaining rationality also told them that this is not the time to ascend, otherwise the sect's tens of thousands of years of accumulation will be owned by the Taoist court.

All of a sudden, the eight true monarchs jumped up and down, trying their best to urge the Jindan disciples under their command to break through the Nascent Soul as soon as possible, so that they would not have to worry about the future.

Under the reward, there must be a brave man!

With the support of Daoist Yuan Ying, all the monks who cultivated to Jindan Dzogchen in the caves burned incense and bathed, and announced their retreats, intending to take advantage of this wave of east wind to ascend to the top of the world in one fell swoop.

When there was a frenzy of breakthroughs in Yingzhou, Mo Chuan silently suspended his practice of Lingyuan Dao.

In fact, he is still far away from the golden elixir and the great perfection. Even if he is nourished by countless natural treasures, it will take three to five years at least.

But even so, he still stopped practicing Lingyuan Dao.

Because he was already afraid.

He was afraid that the so-called "spiritual essence" was a kind of poison.

The higher the cultivation base, the deeper the poisoning.

Although it is absurd that this guess is true, what if?
The existence of a head turned into a planet is really beyond the horror he can imagine.

To be on the safe side, it is better to temporarily suspend.

He wanted to comprehend the star ring talisman, but he couldn't calm down a few times, so he simply left his spirit and returned to the dark place.

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Returning to the mansion where he had been away for a long time, Mo Chuan felt in a trance as he looked at the dusty coffee table.

There is an unreal feeling!

He sat on the sofa in a daze for a long time before he managed to adjust his state.

At this time, he understands more and more what kind of feeling Internet addiction is.

To a certain extent, he can be regarded as an Internet addiction.

Compared with the all-powerful situation in Yingzhou, Kyushu, the Netherworld is obviously much more boring.

Although he can show his holiness and teach the world.

But this childlike interest in playing with ants is not his pursuit.

When I come back now, I want to find the possibility of breaking the situation from the Netherworld.

He packed up his mood, then pinched his supernatural powers, and left the house.

This time, he went very far.

First went to the famous Taoist holy place, looked through the dusty study room, and then went to the important place of the Buddhist hall. After pushing away the house with the plaque of the scripture library, there was no scripture.

Searched all over the temple, and found a large number of beautifully printed Buddhist scriptures in the storehouse selling incense candles in the side hall.

Mo Chuan had already searched through this kind of Buddhist scriptures through the universal e-commerce company, so he naturally didn't bother to read them again.

Simply pinch a fairy to guide the way, and visit all major libraries, private collections, antique shops on the street...etc.

Unfortunately, as far as the eye can see, they are all scriptures and meanings, but there is no magic power.

It is no different from the rubbings he bought online before.

Yes, Mo Chuan discovered very early on that there is no specific cultivation method in the Netherworld.

In other words, even if there are specific exercises, the body cannot be practiced, and it is understandable that it cannot be passed down.

In terms of cultural inheritance, after no more gains, Mo Chuan turned his eyes to the sky.

Under the control of Qi, the body is like a thunderous giant, soaring straight into the sky.

In an instant, it flew outside the atmosphere.

There is nothingness in space, and the laws are very different. Mo Chuan's martial arts and supernatural powers are almost useless. Fortunately, he keeps colorful birds...

"what!"

Just thinking of the colorful bird, Mo Chuan was stunned.

Because outside space, he can't feel the slightest bit of solar wind.

Thinking of the characteristic that once an object from the Diming Nether Realm is brought into Kyushu, it will turn into ashes and disappear into smoke, Mo Chuan's expression became serious.

He pondered for a long time, then cautiously flew towards the moon.

After an unknown amount of time, he stepped on the moon with both feet, as light as floating in the deep sea.

Reaching out to pick up a stone and inspecting it carefully, the touch is not much different from ordinary stones.

Looking around, he simply explored the moon.

After such a long time, he finally stopped in a crater on the back of Eternal Darkness.

After this round, except for a few man-made machines, nothing else was found.

This made him a little discouraged.

He looked down at the radiating deep pit under his feet, lost his mind, and then turned into a ray of light and left the moon, flying towards a nearby planet.

This time, the flight was much further.

Mo Chuan simply summoned the colorful bird, sat on its back, and flew away.

No, there was obviously something wrong with the colorful bird, and it took a while to transmit the sound through the magic charm: "Why did the master send me to fly in the illusion?"

Mo Chuan was stunned: "Illusion?"

This rhetorical question also stunned Wucai Niaowen.

It searched the bloodline memory for a long time and guessed: "The stars are bright, but there is no wind howling. Even if this is not an illusion, it should be something similar."

Mo Chuan frowned.

Father, like son.

A word from the colorful bird made him suddenly realize a terrible truth.

He had always thought it was a ghostly realm in the real world, maybe it was an illusion.

A mirage that restrains and accommodates the immortals.

This also explains the fundamental reason why things from this world cannot be brought into Kyushu.

"Since it's an illusion, do you have a way to break it?"

Mo Chuan asked deliberately.

"This illusion is extraordinary, as big as the universe. My bloodline has no such illusion memory. However, no matter any illusion, it must rely on the real thing after all... As long as you can see through the illusion and find the eye of the formation, you can break it " said the colorful bird.

This is nonsense.

While Mo Chuan was concentrating on thinking, the fire of wisdom naturally bloomed from the back of his head.

At this moment, Mo Chuan suddenly remembered a detail that he had overlooked.

"You just said, 'The galaxy is bright, but there is no wind blowing'. So, have you ever seen such a scene in space?"

Mo Chuan asked meaningfully.

That's right, whether it's Kyushu or Yingzhou.

Their understanding of space is, to a certain extent, not as good as that of him who was born in the Underworld.

But the colorful bird, a divine beast that was induced and catalyzed from the embryo of feathers, has a familiar appearance, which is somewhat strange.

Just now he was completely absorbed in his own thinking, almost ignoring this detail.

"Of course!" The colorful bird took it for granted.

"Oh, so your bloodline does not originate from Kyushu?"

"This is nature. I remember my hometown, blazing white and hot...my people bathed in the blazing heat..." Colorful Bird stammered as he spoke.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Mo Chuan asked.

"I...I can't remember...my bloodline memory...is in pieces..." Colorful Bird's tone was a bit embarrassing.

Mo Chuan frowned when he heard this.

Is it possible that the colorful bird does not have a complete bloodline inheritance due to unnatural gestation?
This is possible!
Amidst many doubts, Mo Chuan asked other questions.

After making insinuations, it was basically confirmed that the bloodline inheritance memory of Colorful Bird was indeed fragmented and disorganized.

I can only remember some broken pictures.

Moreover, these scenes also require external stimulation before they can be recalled.

This result made Mo Chuan a little annoyed.

However, no matter what, the reminder from the colorful bird gave Mo Chuan a new research direction.

He simply returned to the moon, planted a dream-breaking wedge, and set off again to the next planet.

He wants to see if this illusion is a deception to the five senses?

Or the inflation of space?
As a result, as soon as he left the moon, the message from Broken Dream Wedge made him look back in shock.

The moon has disappeared!
——To be precise, Dream Breaker can no longer sense the moon.

Do not!
The moment he looked back, the moon unexpectedly... appeared again inexplicably.

　[Thanks to fellow Taoist "a fisherman" for the reward of 8888 points! 】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)