I am cultivating immortality in Zhetian

Chapter 140 Burial Immortal Yuansou, quasi-emperor?
Zhongzhou has a vast territory and has been the center of the world since ancient times.In the era before the Great Emperor was born, it had always been stronger than the Eastern Wasteland and other places in the four directions.

Today's Zhongzhou forces are dominated by the four immortal dynasties, ruling the world, possessing extreme weapons to suppress them, and inheriting imperial-level ancient scriptures.

Under the dynasty, there are the nine ancient kingdoms. Although their strength is not as good as the four dynasties, they are also extremely terrifying. They are not inferior to the Wanchu Holy Land in the East Wasteland, or even exceed it.

In addition, there are various schools of thought contending, each with its own origins and unparalleled inheritance. Some are even older than the existence of the four great dynasties and have profound foundations. Many of them have experienced true ancient saints.

Unlike many holy places and great sects in the Eastern Wasteland that are hidden in remote mountains and spiritual peaks that are inaccessible, Zhongzhou's practice is also quite unique. Whether it is an ancient dynasty or a hundred sects, they will build sacred cities to cultivate the essence of heaven and earth and enlighten the ancestral roots and dragon veins. , evolve the great avenue of heaven and earth, and form the pure land of practice.

The ancestral roots of dragon veins often contain dragon marrow treasures, which can help monks who enter the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm to complete the Nine Transformations of Dragon Transformation. Therefore, no matter where the cultivator is, when he has cultivated the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, he cannot avoid traveling to Zhongzhou. Find the dragon marrow to refine and improve your cultivation.

Fujin is no exception.

After reaching a deal with the four holy places of Wanchu, he said goodbye to everyone, left some things behind, and set foot on the gate to Zhongzhou with the help of the largest Xuanyu Platform in the holy city.

I originally wanted to rely on the invitation letter given by the Queen Mother of the West to go directly to the Qishi Mansion where heroes from the five realms gathered, where I would meditate for a while, find rare dragon marrow to help me practice, and wait for the world of Immortal Mansion to open.

Unexpectedly, when he was crossing the void with the help of the Domain Gate, the Dragon Monument would make a discovery and directly break through the Domain Gate Dao pattern, leading him to land here.

This is a desert that seems to be impossible to get out of. From time to time, strong winds howl and roll up endless sandstorms. Even the monks' spiritual perception is disrupted, making it difficult to discern the direction, just like a mortal encountering a ghost beating a wall.

At this time, there was an inexplicable strong wind in the desert, and everything around was dim. Even if you were a little further away, you couldn't see the people on the opposite side. Even the monks in the Four Extremes Secret Realm could hardly open their eyes.

"Look there." The group of people trapped in the sandstorm, relying on the rare Holy Lord-level weapons to protect themselves, reluctantly opened their eyes and saw a tornado under the tornado that seemed to support the heaven and earth. The tiny figure of an ant.

Its body is surrounded by five-colored rays of light, forming a circular halo. All the wind and sand fall on it and lose its power.

The figure seemed to have noticed the people in trouble here. It flashed and disappeared. When it reappeared, it was not far in front of the trapped group of people.

This is a very young man with fair skin and handsome face. There is a faint fairy light shining under his body, and a faint fragrance lingering, which makes people feel better. He looks over with a smile.

"Do you need help?"

Finally I met someone.Fu Jin also felt a little happy.

From the time he landed in this desert until now, he had not lost his way under the guidance of the dragon monument, and had been walking in one direction for several days.

I don't know if this weird desert can even disturb the senses of the imperial soldiers, or if it is really boundless and can never be walked out.

After pointing out the direction for this group of trapped monks, Fu Jin also got the news he wanted.

We have indeed arrived in Zhongzhou, but we have arrived in the northwest of Zhongzhou, one of the nine ancient kingdoms called Huangfeng Kingdom, close to the Western Desert. The desert in front of us is the outskirts of Huangfeng Kingdom, a dangerous area that scares those who hear it.

Buried in Xian Yuansou.

This name is not random.

According to rumors, about 10,000+ years ago, this place was not a piece of yellow sand, but a holy land of spiritual practice with an ancestral vein and immortal roots, and many practitioners practiced here.

As a result, the Yuhua Dynasty, which was the most powerful in Zhongzhou at that time, took a fancy to this place and attacked it forcefully, draining the immortal roots and breeding immortal weapons, and forcibly turned a rare pure land into a deserted place.

The Immortal Burial Abyss, the place where the immortal artifacts were buried in the past, has now become a dead place leading to the netherworld. From time to time, the soul-destroying wind blows out, and when it blows into the surrounding desert, it turns into a sandstorm tornado that swallows the world.

"Is that immortal artifact the Immortal Cauldron?" Fu Jin guessed and communicated with Long Bei:
"According to that, the thing you sensed should be in the Immortal Burial Abyss?"

"That should be it." The Dragon Monument God sent a wave of power:
"How specific it is, you will know when you go and take a look."

I don’t know what the dragon monument sensed?
Fu Jin shook his head, unfolded the map he got from the group just now, looked to the northwest, and continued walking.

As it gets closer to the Immortal Burial Abyss, the power of the evil wind becomes more and more powerful. It can not only consume the spiritual consciousness of the practitioners, but also the weak gods and gods with Holy Lord-level weapons are being quietly obliterated.

This is still the case today, let alone ordinary practitioners.

Along the way, countless human and animal bones were buried in the yellow sand, and most of the bones were well preserved.

The endless desert gradually disappeared in his eyes, and the exposed gray-brown ground seemed to be entirely paved with stones. The soul-destroying wind that blew also revealed its original gray-black color, like Clouds of gray mist were floating, but with just a little bit of it, the psychic weapons lost their spirituality and became completely mortal.

In the end, Fu Jindu had no choice but to summon the incomplete ancient holy weapon Ku Rong Tu. The holy power filled the air and blocked the evil wind from him.

And he gradually discovered that the stone-paved ground beneath his feet should have been lined with endless mountains.

In other words, the boundless mountains that originally existed here were cut away with great force.

Marveling at such a method in his heart, Fu Jin kept walking and reached his destination.

The sky was covered with haze, thick clouds were covering the sky, and the earth was completely dark. The howling wind made a shrill wail like a ghost seeking life, which kept ringing in Fu Jin's ears.

He stopped and, under the protection of Kurong Tu, took out the King's Divine Weapon, the Mingguang Lamp, which was obtained from the Holy Land of Shaking Light.

A sacred and bright light shone, illuminating his eyes.

There is no way forward in front of him, only an abyss with no bottom at a glance. The dark wind rolls out of it. There is also no end in sight on both sides of the front. Gray and black have become the main colors here.

Today, I feel like I am standing on an isolated island. There are no ancient people in front of me and no newcomers in the future. I am the only one between heaven and earth.

If he hadn't communicated with Long Bei from time to time, he would have gone crazy immediately under the influence of the soul-destroying wind. "That is."

Divine power surged, and the light from the golden lamp became a little brighter, almost shining into the abyss close to the surface.

There are many looming ghosts floating in the abyss, like fish swimming in the water.

Fu Jin thought of what the pedestrian said just now.

Because the immortal roots of the ancestral veins were destroyed, the practitioners who died under the attack of the Yuhua Dynasty also turned into resentful ghosts and remained in this extremity forever.

"Roar."

The sudden light particularly attracted the attention of the ghosts, and several black air-like shadows were already looking towards the cliff, letting out shrill howls.

Even though Fu Shi was being protected by the holy soldiers and the king's weapons, his expression could not help but change slightly.

The auras of these ghost figures are not inferior to those of peerless saint-lord figures.

Thinking about it, the Yuhua Divine Dynasty was at its peak at that time, ranking first in Zhongzhou, and the Ji Dao Emperor's soldiers were still intact. No one dared to disobey the orders given, and they had supreme power.

The monks who dared to resist his act of seizing his ancestral veins were naturally not ordinary people. Saint Lord-level figures were probably considered to have the lowest cultivation level. Even ancient saints had taken action.

Based on this inference, there may be a real ghost saint in this deep and dark abyss.

He is not self-proclaimed, and has absorbed endless yin energy, resentment, evil spirit, and turbidity. His aura is probably even more terrifying than in life.

"Are you sure you want to go in?" Fu Jin's consciousness sank into the dragon monument, communicated with it, and received a positive response.

"Enter."

Before he could have any more doubts, the Dragon Monument came outside and floated above the Ku Rong Tu, illuminating him with its own green light.

With the protection of the dragon monument, Fu Jin became more confident and stepped into the Immortal Burial Abyss.

After the whole person submerged into the abyss, a thick sense of deathly silence shrouded him, and a vaguely terrifying gloomy gaze looked at him with strong pressure, which made people's hair stand on end.

The dragon monument trembled slightly, and the aura of the ancient emperor was released, reviving part of the power of the extreme path on its own, blocking all malice from the outside. Even the several holy master-level black shadows that were about to pounce forward screamed. Back away quickly.

Fu Jin felt slightly relieved and continued to sink slowly.

The further down you go, the darker the atmosphere becomes, and the soul-destroying wind that sweeps through becomes more intense.

But in the face of the Dragon Monument's suppressive aura, it was firmly blocked without causing any waves.

The hazy green light illuminated his surroundings, and Fu Jin could clearly see the number of black ghosts gradually increasing, and the aura on his body became stronger and stronger.

Kill the Dao-level ghost king, and even the true ghost saint.

This is not the deepest level yet.

Countless ghosts stayed away from each other, but they always watched the intruder from the outside world firmly, their eyes ignited with green will-o'-the-wisps, and they revealed the meaning of resentment, hatred, madness and so on. It made Fujin's scalp numb.

Without the protection of the dragon monument, he would be torn into pieces immediately.

"Coming."

The Dragon Monument sensed something, and there was a wave of consciousness, which made Fu Jin feel relieved.

buzzing.

Similarly, the soul-destroying wind blowing here became stronger and stronger, even the green light outside rippled.

The dragon tablet pointed out the direction, and Fu Jin fell in the direction of the dark wind and stepped on the solid ground.

The hazy green light dispelled the deep darkness, and Fu Jin saw the source of the dark wind.

It was a gray-black stone shaped like a chicken egg, about the height of a man, with seven holes. From the holes, wisps of gray-black mist seeped out from time to time, drifting into the abyss, turning into a shrill and cold wind, and traveling to higher places.

The feathered sword fetus in the body was trembling slightly due to unknown stimulation, indicating that this stone was extraordinary.

But Fu Jin had no intention of sensing the strange movements of the sword fetus at this time, and instead looked at the gloomy ghost figure next to the stone.

His body was solid and not illusory, as if he was sleeping against a stone, but under the influence of the extreme pressure, he slowly opened his eyes.

Two green and eerie ghost fires lit up, and a terrifying aura was constantly being released.

The king, the saint, the great sage, even the weak but extremely strong coercion surged out.

Fu Jin's expression changed drastically.

"Emperor?"

(End of this chapter)