Celestial being

Elder Hai was beheaded, and the guarding disciples of the Guiyuan Sect who witnessed this scene were all heartbroken, and their fighting spirit instantly dissipated. They no longer struggled with the mining slave monks who were fighting against them, and turned and ran away.

Seeing Yuan Ming's heroic performance in killing Jiedan, the nearby mine slave monks felt as if they had been given blood. They all shouted excitedly and started to kill the fleeing guards.

As these people chased and fled, the news that Elder Hai was killed soon spread throughout the mine. The battle situation, which was almost one-sided, collapsed even faster now.

Seeing that the battle situation was decided and there was no need for him to take any more action, Yuan Ming ordered Huazhi and the others to disperse to assist the mining slaves, while he collected Elder Hai's body and storage bag and descended to his four-story building.

He searched all the treasures in Elder Hai's residence from top to bottom, but perhaps because this place was only Elder Hai's residence in the mine, not his private cave, there were not many good things in the building. , not much worth paying attention to.

Soon, Yuan Ming came to the basement through the secret door. As the place where Elder Hai spent the longest time on weekdays, many elixirs and spiritual liquids of unknown purposes were stored here, as well as books recording his experimental experiences.

Yuan Ming put all these away, and then walked to the ice house where the severed limbs were stored. Even though he already knew what was inside, he still couldn't help but frown.

He skipped this room and continued forward, reaching the deepest hall.

Among the countless cages, only the monsters remained, but in those cages where the monks were once imprisoned, nothing remained.

Yuan Ming looked around. Since Elder Hai often fed the flesh and blood of losers, although the monster beasts here were imprisoned, their ferocity was not lost. In order to prevent these monster beasts from escaping and causing trouble, he directly took action and killed them one by one. .

Then, he controlled the magic weapon, destroying everything here, and destroying the pillars supporting the basement, and finally returned to the ground before the basement collapsed.

Without support, the four-story building swayed and eventually collapsed.

In the center of the mine, the dust and mud smoke raised by the collapse of high-rise buildings swayed upwards with a huge sound, illuminated by firelight everywhere, like fireworks celebrating the liberation of the mining slaves, and like the afterglow of the setting sun, representing the Guiyuan Sect. For the end of rule here.

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In the middle of the night, the commotion in the mine gradually subsided, and the Guiyuan Sect monks fled to death. Now the only ones left in the mine are the slaves they captured.

The monks who had regained their freedom could have left right now, but most of them stayed spontaneously after venting their anger, just to see the one who fought alone and gave them the chance of freedom. benefactor.

Behind them are hundreds of mortal mine slaves.

Yuan Ming stood on the ruins of a four-story building, looking at the monks and mortals gathered around. Seeing the expressions of gratitude, wonder, or exploration on their faces, he slowly said:

"When I first embarked on the path of cultivating immortality, just like you, I was also a captive slave of a certain sect, trapped in the vast mountains without freedom."

"During the countless days and nights in captivity, I was always thinking about breaking free from the shackles and regaining control of my life and future. But it was so difficult to resist. Those enslavers would use various means to paralyze us, corrupt us, and make us intoxicated. For the favor that leaked from their hands, accept the rules they set, and willingly accept slavery towards a future they deliberately left behind that will never be realized."

"Fortunately, like you, I received the help of a noble person. Not only did I get rid of my status as a slave, but I also have the cultivation and strength I have today. I am very grateful to her, but I often wonder why she wants to help Me? Is it simply because she once read the words I wrote when I was a mortal?"

"And today, I stand here, looking at you, recalling the past, and finally figured out the answer."

"Frankly speaking, I discovered this mine because by chance, I found a friend trapped here. I originally thought of just rescuing him quietly, but when I actually came here, But I met some people and things, and found that you also yearn for freedom just like me back then, and were even willing to sacrifice their lives for it. To be honest, I was very touched."

Among the crowd, Xu Che looked at Yuan Ming on the ruins, with light shining in his eyes.

Yuan Ming also looked at him at this time, nodded slightly, and then continued:

"The road to immortality is long. We monks practice hard, either for immortality, status, or dignity. In the final analysis, they are all derived from the yearning for a free world. Since God cannot trap us in Naturally, there won’t be any monks in the mortal body who can imprison us under iron chains!”

"Perhaps some of you are numb to reality, but there are more people who have not been dulled by shackles, and still dare to show their fangs to those who stand in their way, roaring unwilling to accept mediocrity."

When Zhou Peng heard these words, his expression was a little moved, his lips wriggled twice, but in the end he only let out an old sigh.

However, Yuan Ming did not look at him, but pointed to the ruins at his feet and continued to speak loudly:

"This is the reason why I help you. Perhaps it is also the reason why my noble man lends a helping hand to me. But everyone, please remember that I am the one who knocked down this tall building, but it is I who overturned this mine. But it’s yourselves.”

"Now, everyone, celebrate, for your own victory and for the freedom of each of us."

As the words fell, the entire mine suddenly fell into a sea of ​​joy. The monks cheered and shouted, venting their depression after being imprisoned for these years. Some mortals even began to worship.

Some of them flushed with excitement, some couldn't help crying when recalling the past, some looked up at Yuan Ming and praised his strength and integrity, but without exception, everyone was grateful to Yuan Ming from the bottom of their hearts. and reverence.

At this moment, Yuan Ming suddenly felt that countless wishes were pouring out from the monks and mortal mine slaves in front of him, rushing toward his right arm.

The wish power that emerges from the monks is different from that of ordinary people. Every strand has a breath that is a hundred times richer than before. But unfortunately, perhaps because they do not believe in Yuan Ming, the wish power they can provide It is not endless, and the length of time that each person can provide the power of will varies, but there is almost always a limit.

At the same time as the wish power surged in, the incense burner mark on Yuan Ming's right arm suddenly became hot. Although the Tiantian Cauldron did not show up, it still kept helping Yuan Ming absorb the wish power.

But Yuan Ming is still unable to actively use the willpower stored in the cauldron. Seeing this situation, he became anxious and immediately ordered the soul that had just flown back into the body to run at full speed to absorb all the willpower that rushed towards the Tianstei Cauldron. , he sat down cross-legged on the spot, the main soul absorbed the purified wish power of the split soul, and quickly practiced the "Mingyue Jue".

In front of the ruins, Xu Che and others listened to Yuan Ming's speech just now. At this time, they all wanted to talk to Yuan Ming. It was obvious that Yuan Ming suddenly sat down cross-legged, and they were all a little confused.

"Don't worry, the Lord just has an epiphany. He will talk to you after he has completely digested the results of his epiphany." At this time, Zuo Qinghui came forward to explain.

In order to maintain the vitality of Zuo Qinghui's physical body, the split soul placed in Zuo Qinghui's body by Yuan Ming was never easily used. At this time, it could handle some things on behalf of the main soul.

After hearing Zuo Qinghui's explanation, Xu Che and others nodded, their doubts cleared up. However, She Yu suddenly glanced at Yuan Ming, who was sitting cross-legged, and laughed in a low voice.

"I'm also a little curious. Fellow Taoist Zuo fought for our freedom, so why are we willing to serve him as our master?"

"The relationship between the Lord and me is closer than you think. Besides, the Lord has never restricted my actions. I can stay or leave based on my will, so why not be free?" Zuo Qinghui said.

Xu Che asked: "By the way, Fellow Daoist Zuo, when we talk to your master later, how should we call him? Should we still call him the God of the Dark Moon?"

"The Lord's real name is Yuan Ming. You can just address him as fellow Taoist. He doesn't care about this." Zuo Qinghui replied.

Hearing this, Xu Che was stunned: "Yuan Ming...could it be said that he is the author of "Children's Tales"?"

"Yes, speaking of which, the Lord will pay attention to you, and it has something to do with what you said to yourself that night." Zuo Qinghui said with a smile.

Xu Che thought of his performance that night, laughed twice, and stopped talking.

While they were talking, Yuan Ming's cultivation had reached a fever pitch.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the mighty soul power surged, forming a huge whirlpool, madly devouring the will power refined through the divided souls to strengthen itself.

With the rapid growth of soul power, Yuan Ming's sea of ​​consciousness was soon filled with soul power, and everything including the main soul and the split soul seemed to be soaked in sea water, submerged under the soul power.

But in the next moment, the soul power that filled the entire sea of ​​consciousness suddenly disappeared. It was obvious that the split soul was still providing willing power all the time, but the speed of the soul power's disappearance continued unabated, and it soon retreated to half of the position. .

At this moment, a circle of light as white and flawless as the full moon rose slowly from the ocean of soul power, just like the dawn of the bright moon.

Within the aperture, Yuan Ming's soul sat cross-legged, like a carefully carved jade statue. Both his face and posture were the same as Yuan Ming's.

As the aperture completely hung above the sea of ​​consciousness, in reality, Yuan Ming suddenly opened his eyes, and his consciousness suddenly spread out, covering the entire mine in an instant.

The monks who were celebrating their victory in the mine immediately felt a chill all over their bodies, as if they were being targeted by something terrible.

"Don't panic, it's just a lucky break that I made and I forgot to control it for a moment."

Yuan Ming's gentle voice rang in everyone's ears, and then he withdrew his consciousness. Everyone was instantly relieved and looked at each other. In just that short moment of contact, their backs were covered with sweat due to fear. wet.

At this moment, they finally experienced Yuan Ming's power personally, and felt a little more awe in their hearts.