Chapter 2499: The Afterthought Left by Chen Xuan, Asking the
e remained indifferent. 。"Not a threat, but cooperation. At least let's get through this period first." 。"Ling Yuan's tone also unconsciously slowed down, becoming a little softer." 。There's no way ar...The depths of the magic-wreathed burial pit fell silent once more.
Jun Xiaoyao stood tall and graceful, but his brow furrowed slightly.
When Lu Yuan and Long Qingxuan fell.
They have all said things similar to what they are saying about Chen Xuan now.
Most importantly, before their demise, they all seemed to have seen a figure within that mark.
Jun Xiaoyao pondered for a moment.
It seems things are getting more interesting.
But that's alright, there's no fun in a one-sided match anyway.
Jun Xiaoyao is looking forward to having a real opponent appear.
At this moment, a streak of light suddenly merged into Jun Xiaoyao's body.
Jun Xiaoyao took a look and discovered it was a surge of Qi Luck.
It must be Chen Xuan's seed of fortune.
After Chen Xuan's luck merged into Jun Xiaoyao's body.
Jun Xiaoyao found that his purple Qi Yun seed had become a little deeper in color.
As if fate itself had bestowed upon him greater fortune.
Jun Xiaoyao remained noncommittal about this.
He is a fortune hunter by nature and never worries about his luck.
Jun Xiaoyao ignored the changes in Qiyun's seed and instead focused his gaze on the Wàn Fǎ Shén Shū.
He leaped forward, landing in the blood-soaked mire.
At this moment, he sensed a field of pressure pulling him towards the blood pit.
At the same time, my mind began to swirl, as if countless demonic voices were deafening me.
Jun Xiaoyao's face remained calm, his primordial spirit guarded within, his heart still and focused.
Now his primordial spirit cultivation is not bad at all, he won't be affected by this at all.
As soon as he stepped forward, chaotic energy spread out in waves, surging and vast. His figure instantly rose into the air and landed before the white bones.
"This person must be a former disciple of Emperor Xuan Yi."
Jun Xiaoyao glanced at it and grabbed it with his hand.
The Ten Thousand Laws Scriptures then fell into his hands.
Jun Xiaoyao could feel the Taoist principles and law power contained within the Wan Fa Shen Shu.
Even thicker than the Heavenly Dao Staff.
It is no wonder that it is said that Emperor Xuan Yi, with his Ten Thousand Dharma Divine Book, could awaken the spirits of all beings and open the door to their talents.
However, Jun Xiaoyao was not that great, nor did he think of teaching others with the Ten Thousand Laws Divine Scripture.
Jun Xiaoyao obtained it, but it was only extracting the laws and Dao principles within to help himself comprehend the laws.
After all, comprehending three thousand laws is not a simple matter.
Although Jun Xiaoyao's talent is peerless.
But some assistance is also needed to train more quickly.
After putting away the Wanfa Shen Shu, Jun Xiaoyao was also preparing to leave.
This fairyland, I'm afraid, has become the burial ground for these children of fortune.
It's not just Chen Xuan.
Dongfang Hao is also on Jun Xiaoyao's list.
Jun XiaoYao strides away.
He was sensing the special atmosphere of this place, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.
The eerie aura within this devil's mist burial pit is somewhat similar to the strange atmosphere in the uninhabited zone, but not entirely the same.
It seems like different branches within the same origin.
Then, thinking of the fairy relic land, it was said to have fallen from the heavens.
"Could it be..."
Jun Xiaoyao secretly thought to himself.
This world is still too big.
Even the boundless expanse of the world sea is but a small corner.
If the boundary sea's abyssal darkness is resolved at last.
He will definitely return to the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm and ask the Jun family about the true truth of this world.
Jun Xiaoyao shook his head slightly, feeling that he was thinking a little too far ahead.
He just left the Devil's Mist Burial Pit.
Then, he flew away.
After Jun Xiaoyao's departure.
Those members of the Jinlin Clan who left the Demon Mist Burial Pit ahead of schedule.
But Chen Xuan never came back.
They knew, Chen Xuan was probably like Wang Zhenxuan, forever staying in that place.
Thinking of this, these members of the Jinlin clan also set off to return to their tribe.
... on the other hand.
Outside the territory of the Jinslin Clan.
Another figure appeared.
He was a young monk with a handsome face, dressed in plain Buddhist robes. An ancient Buddha's pattern adorned his brow, shimmering with golden light.
The whole person gives off a sense of intelligence and spirituality.
It was precisely the Master Huì of Dongling Temple.
The disciple of wisdom, Huizi, also arrived in the place where immortal relics were left behind.
In his heart, a mysterious feeling arose, leading him to the Jinshen clan.
As if by fate, this place seemed to have a connection with him.
Then the wise disciple also entered the Jinlin clan.
The elder of the Golden Scale Clan appeared again.
Upon seeing more arrivals, the Elder of the Jinslin Clan was also astonished.
< Seeing this, the disciple asked Hui Buddha.>
When he learned that Chen Xuan had been here, his heart skipped a beat.
The ancient Buddhist patterns in my mind seem to have a faint glow, with a certain kind of innate wisdom awakening the spirit.
"Dare I ask, Elder, where is Chen Xuan now..." asked the Buddhist disciple, Hui.
"He went to the Devil's Mist Burial Pit," the Elder of the Jinshen Clan said.
Upon hearing this, Wen Hui Fozi frowned slightly.
He had a vague sense of foreboding.
The Elder of the Golden Scale Clan seemed to have suddenly thought of something and spoke.
"By the way, little friend, please follow me to a place."
Wen Hui, the Buddhist disciple, was startled for a moment, then nodded slightly.
The Elder of the Jinslin Clan, accompanied by the disciple Wenhui Buddha Son, arrived at the place of the unlettered inscription.
Before leaving, Chen Xuan had said that if anyone came looking for him, he would bring them to this stele with no inscription.
The Elder of the Jinslin Clan just remembered, that's why he brought Huì Buddha-child here.
When Hui-Buddha saw this inscriptionless stele, his heart suddenly stirred.
He reached out and pressed his hand against the inscriptionless stele.
Suddenly, a wave of information flooded his mind.
"If I fall, my killer is Yunxiao, the son of the Emperor of Yun Shengdi Palace."
"The Heaven's Staff, it was also taken by him."
"If you were my disciple, you would avenge me in the future."
Wen Hui Buddha's child was startled, his heart couldn't remain calm.
As expected!
Before, when he first met Chen Xuan, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.
It's as if there was a destined connection.
However, Chen Xuan was too cautious at the time and did not reveal anything.
So, he did not inquire deeply of the Buddha-child Huizhi, but he kept a thought in mind.
And now, upon learning this message.
He finally understood that Chen Xuan was indeed the reincarnation of Emperor Xuan's master without a doubt.
"Master..."
The state of mind of the disciple who asks wisdom stirred up a commotion.
And just then, a group of Jīnlín clan people who went to the Mòwù Zàngkeng returned.
informed them about the situation there.
Simply put, Chen Xuan is probably gone.
When Wen Hui Fo Zi heard this, anger welled up in his heart.
He went straight to the Devil's Burial Pit alone and entered it.
< Seeing is believing, dead or alive. >
Deep within the Demon Mist Burial Pit, danger lurks at every turn.
But Master Hui's disciple was not such a simple person.
His brow, adorned with an ancient Buddhist inscription, bloomed with a radiant light, dispelling evil.
Finally, in the depths of the magic mist burial pit, he only saw a fragment of a piece of clothing.
Seeing this shard, Wen Hui Buddha-child could no longer hold back his great hatred.
He was still late.
When asked, the Buddha's son said he had resentment in his heart. He resented himself for not realizing this until now.
"The one who killed the master was... Yun Xiao..."n I wish to be the only spark of light!"If there are ten thousand stars in the world, I wish to be the wildfire that consumes them all!For all beings, suppress calamity!A resonant voice, echoing throu...