Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

Chapter 225: The Immortal Realm

"Ask Tongtian Pavilion Master?"

As soon as this statement came out, the ancestors of Chunyang were slightly taken aback, but they did not refute anything.

Although in their eyes, Han Lian's cultivation strength is not even comparable to those of their disciples and grandchildren, but even if they know very little about the information that this person talks about, they have nowhere to check.

As long as he says his name, this person can tell his life at his fingertips, and even all the secrets in it can be directly stated. These methods really make them all afraid of it.

Now it happens to be in this realm. If there is no way today, it is okay to ask for Taoism. Maybe the other party knows about such things.

Hearing this, the stubborn ancestor raised his brows slightly, but he still turned his hands to restrain his breath, and walked out of the guest room on his own.

He didn't deal with most of the ancestors of Chunyang present at the scene, and he was upset when he saw it, but it was better to be invisible.

When a group of Chunyang saw the departure, they just looked at each other and didn't say anything more.

As they summoned back to the sect to strictly investigate the content related to this matter, they began to think about how to speak.

Between the sound transmission, these things finally fell on the two Chunyang ancestors of the Hanshan Palace.

After all, the reason for this is that these two mentioned it. If they are too concerned, they will not succeed.

However, they didn't know that Han Lian was currently in seclusion in his disciple's room, and he dispatched the master of the Zifu to ask for advice several times, but he was persuaded to leave by the black-backed golden-winged Dapeng.

By the time Han Lian knew about this, it was already the next morning.

After a night of cultivation, he has already refined all his medicinal pills.

Not only the realm of the practice method in the Falling Feather Realm has reached the sixth level of Nirvana, but even the realm of covering the sky has reached the fourth level of the Taoist Palace.

Taking advantage of his own strength, it is not difficult for him to attack the ordinary pure Yang in this world.

He walked to the door of his guest room from outside, and happened to meet Hanshan Palace Great Master who wanted to invite him over.

When the man saw Han Lian walking back from outside, he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback, and the whole person was a little stunned.

Co-authoring, waiting for so long, are all fighting wits and courage with the air?

But in the end, he was also a cultivator in the Purple Palace, so he naturally had some self-cultivation.

After he said all of them to Han Lian, he got a positive answer and immediately left.

Hearing this "Four Great Inheritance", Han Lian's eyes flashed a bright light, and he knew it immediately.

After the other party left, he saw the man's back, but a lot of thoughts flashed in his heart.

Recalling his impression of the process of the Falling Feather Realm, his thoughts couldn't help but become a little more solemn.

Sure enough, since his arrival, the process in the Falling Feather Realm has been much faster than before.

After he responded, he did not go directly, but returned to the guest room first.

After stepping into it, he felt a burst of cold air blowing towards his face, and the first thing he saw was the happy black-backed golden-winged Dapeng.

As for the lion and the golden-haired lion, they shrank under their wings because it was too cold outside, only showing half of their heads.

"Owner!"

It saw Han Lian, but it poured bitter water on him: the great power of Hanshan Palace can be said to be quite punctual, and he would come here for a walk every half an hour.

Although he didn't necessarily knock on the door to ask for instructions, the back and forth movement made him unable to sleep peacefully at all.

Hearing those words, Han Lian just gave it a moderately pure Originium.

Seeing him happily swallowing it whole, Han Lian didn't care about it anymore.

This black-backed golden-winged Dapeng has now reached the fifth level of the Taoist Palace, and with the four-pole monster battle armor, it can be said that there are few opponents in the pure Yang realm.

Under the 'feeding' of his own these days, the black feathers on his back have shed a lot, and he can vaguely see the golden feathers growing slowly.

Perhaps soon, the black-backed golden-winged Dapeng will be able to turn into a real golden-winged Dapeng!

The monks of the demon race value blood the most, and the blood of the Golden Winged Dapeng can already be respected!

A demon clan that is close to the peak realm.... its importance is naturally self-evident.

If it weren't for the somewhat slow layout now, it would be too late. It seems that once the golden lion and Ji Ruo appear in the demon clan, under the suppression of blood, I am afraid that they will be fully cultivated!

If you want to win over the demon clan in the future, I'm afraid it will still be useful...

Han Lian thought so in his heart, and the whole person was already in front of the bed.

Looking at the cold cicada wrapped in solid ice, Han Lian couldn't help frowning slightly.

He had also seen the method of moving spirits in the book, but the danger in it was only that the caster would return to the real spirit and annihilate under normal circumstances, and there were very few real spirits that could survive.

There is really little introduction to this caster.

Because when he turned the book, the people who were cast such methods were all the 'protagonists' in the book.

Although Leng Hanchan's 'spirit movement' in the book is also in his memory, he really hasn't carefully explored how he woke up.

Han Lian's mind moved slightly, and a wisp of spiritual consciousness flowed into the ice.

However, he never imagined that just after his spiritual sense touched the hard ice, there was a little suction force from invisible, and this ray of Han Lian's mind suddenly entered her heart.

But when he came back to his senses, his expression changed slightly.

Here... there are memories from Leng Hanchan's previous life!

You must know that Leng Hanchan is different from others. As the first arrogant in Luoyu Realm before the thousand-year tribulation, he is a secret hand of the monks in Luoyu Realm.

It was born from the star core, and its background, although it is not comparable to that of Shattered Void, it is almost the same.

But now that his spiritual sense entered it, he actually discovered a memory that should not have appeared, which really shocked him.

It shouldn't be... Could it be that something went wrong somewhere?

He hesitated a little, but it was all right. His true spirit was actually wrapped into the memory of his seventh life.

.....

A scarlet blood moon hangs in the air, obscuring the original color of the moon, and the entire earth has become quite deep.

In the distance, there are ferocious white bones standing up, and the ghost monks who are like painted skins stand there in the wind, and there are mottled shadows and black lotuses blooming.

That is the scene of Nirvana and even Chunyang monks attacking and killing the Demon Sect.

Leng Hanchan had a calm face, looking at the fighting and roaring in the sect, her expression was indifferent, but she was a little confused.

When his master used the method of moving the spirit before, the other party informed him of all kinds of tricks, but it was unexpected or something went wrong, and he reached such a situation.

Listening to the earnest teaching and earnest expectations of the sect monks before they died, she just nodded coldly.

Because although she felt a little familiarity in her heart, she knew very well that everything here was an illusion.

But for some reason, the illusion is a lot more real.

She also wanted to sacrifice Hanyue Lun to kill, but she couldn't think that she could only be a bystander, and there was no way to manipulate her body.

The true spirit is strong and can break the game, but his true spirit is obviously a little worse.

Seeing the giant white-bone beast like a mountain smashing towards this side, he just looked at it coldly, and a few thoughts flashed in his heart.

"Finally... am I... going to die?"

She has already experienced the "torture" of reincarnation in this life. According to Han Lian's previous words, this is most likely the memory of her previous life.

But she is very special, and there is no such thing as Su Hui's awakening, so it is very likely that everything she is showing now is the sequelae of the previous method of transferring spirits.

She looked calm and died calmly.

And just as she closed her eyes, she heard only a roar of the earth shaking.

A huge figure with a chaotic atmosphere of yin and yang appeared out of nowhere, and smashed the white-boned giant beast away with one blow.

It stood there, making the surrounding battle a little stagnant, everyone stopped and looked at the figure.

"what happened?"

Leng Hanchan felt that the attack had not fallen for a long time, and had some doubts in her heart.

She opened her eyes and looked, and there was a little surprise in her eyes.

"Mr. Han?!"