Fairy Tree

"This Guimen Three-Yuan Zhoutian Acupuncture Technique is really wonderful. It can be called the creation of heaven and earth. I don't know who created it." Xiao Lin saw a white haze of spiritual light starting to appear around the unknown monk, spreading in all directions. He knew the acupuncture technique. It worked. The white misty light emitted was the power of his spiritual consciousness that he had cultivated for many years.

This also made Xiao Lin marvel at the Guimen Three-Yuan Zhoutian Acupuncture Technique. This is only one of the effects of this acupuncture technique. If he could fully understand it, it would really allow him to control the secrets of many immortal cultivators.

However, Xiao Lin also knew that this was not the time to master this acupuncture technique.

Now he can only wait. The power of the unknown monk's spiritual consciousness is huge beyond his imagination and cannot be dispersed in a short time. At the same time, Xiao Lin has to observe at all times to see if the [Gui Sect Three-Yuan Zhoutian Acupuncture Technique] is dispersed. It's just the power of divine consciousness, that's it. After all, for immortal cultivators, the power of divine consciousness is exhausted and can be restored after some time of meditation.

If it damages the origin of its sea of ​​consciousness, it will cause irreparable damage. If this is the case, it would be contrary to its actions.

Xiao Lin's purpose is to save people, not to kill.

Sitting cross-legged, Xiao Lin also closed his eyes slightly.

I don't know how long it took, but Xiao Lin felt something in his heart and opened his eyes. The unknown monk was still lying on the haystack, sleeping innocently, but the white haze of spiritual light emanating from his body was very thin.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Lin immediately stepped in front of him and pulled out the silver needles one by one. Then Xiao Lin took a deep breath, pointed his finger between his eyebrows, and his huge spiritual thoughts slowly entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

This time, Xiao Lin did not encounter any obstacles, and Xiao Lin easily entered a land of nothingness.

The surroundings were dark and boundless, and Xiao Lin's spiritual thoughts spread out, but they still couldn't find the edge.

Xiao Lin was also surprised. The sea of ​​consciousness of the Mahayana monks was like a universe, vast and boundless. He wanted to find the soul of the unknown monk, but it seemed that he had to search for it on his own.

So Xiao Lin activated the power of his spiritual consciousness and flew through this vast dark space. He was also secretly anxious in his heart.

Xiao Lin used the [Guimen Three-Yuan Zhoutian Acupuncture Technique] to dissipate the unknown monk's spiritual consciousness. After he enters his sea of ​​consciousness, he must pull out the silver needle, otherwise the original source of his spiritual consciousness will be lost. For immortal cultivators, It is irreversible damage.

Once the silver needle is pulled out, the nameless monk's spiritual consciousness will gradually recover. Once it is strong enough, his spiritual consciousness will still be expelled. Otherwise, his spiritual consciousness will be traumatized.

Xiao Lin was wandering in the endless void, but his heart became more and more anxious.

In this consciousness space, he has no concept of time at all. Once the nameless monk's spiritual power is restored, he will also be in danger.

For him, the most terrifying thing is the storm of consciousness. Once his consciousness is restored and he is extremely hostile to himself, it will trigger a storm of consciousness. With the power of his consciousness, he cannot stop it. of.

And if his consciousness is annihilated here, Xiao Lin will become a stupid person, no different from death.

For a moment, maybe for a long time, Xiao Lin's heart became more and more depressed. He raised his head and roared, and the sound waves formed by his consciousness spread out in waves.

The surrounding pitch-black void suddenly changed and turned into an endless mountain range. The sky also turned into a deep blue, with the sun and white clouds still there.

Xiao Lin was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed: "The world of consciousness?"

According to legend, after a cultivator's spiritual power reaches a certain level, he can shape a world in the sea of ​​consciousness through his consciousness. This world is not real, but created by the consciousness of the cultivator.

The world of consciousness can not only deepen its understanding of the rules through the power of shaping rules, but can also slow down time through the power of controlling the rules of the world of consciousness, so that the cultivator is equivalent to being several times slower than the outside world. Dozens of times the world's cultivation, thus greatly improving efficiency.

Not only that, when cultivators encounter the invasion of inner demons, they can also enter the world of consciousness to fight against the inner demons.

After all, in this world of consciousness, the cultivator himself is the creator and the real master.

"Hey~~~" A figure suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Lin. When he saw the figure, Xiao Lin's face condensed, knowing that he had found the unknown monk.

This man looked exactly like the unknown monk, except that he was looking at Xiao Lin with horror on his face.

"How did you get here?" As he said this, he stepped back. After retreating a few feet, he turned around and ran away.

Xiao Lin was stunned for a moment, and immediately activated the power of his spiritual consciousness. In an instant, he flew in front of the unknown monk, blocking his way.

"What do you want to do?"

Xiao Lin frowned slightly, and his heart was full of confusion. If this person is really the soul of the unknown monk, then it is absolutely impossible to be so unbearable. You must know that in this space of consciousness, the soul is the real master, and can call the wind and rain in an instant. Thousands of miles.

Xiao Lin is just an intruder at the moment. As long as the other party is willing, just a thought can seriously hurt him.

Of course, unless the power of one's own consciousness far exceeds that of the other party, if one wants to do this, the only one who can do it is a true immortal in the immortal world.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Xiao Lin did not answer, but took a step forward, looked into the man's eyes, and asked in a deep voice.

"Me? Who am I? Who am I? Huh? Who am I? Why are I here?" Facing Xiao Lin's rhetorical question, the unknown monk had a confused expression on his face and muttered to himself.

Xiao Lin suddenly felt something in his heart, and then asked fiercely: "So you are just a shadow, where is your master?"

Xiao Lin asked loudly, which made the unknown monk jump up, his face full of fear.

"Is he here... I can't say, he will kill me if I tell him." The fear on the unknown monk's face was even worse, and he seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Xiao Lin sighed in his heart, knowing that if he wanted to rely on intimidation, he might not be able to achieve his goal, but suddenly he had a thought in his mind.

He said, "As long as you tell me where he is? I will tell you Xiao Jin's location?"

Xiao Lin suddenly thought that when he found the unknown monk, he did not see the golden-horned blood roar, so he probably escaped.

The unknown monk is so in love with Jinjiao Xue Yanhou, which also shows that it is an obsession in his heart. Usually, only obsession can solve the knot in his heart.

Hearing this, the unknown monk suddenly showed an expression of surprise on his face: "Really? Do you really know the whereabouts of Xiao Jin? No. No, if I tell you, he will definitely kill me."

Xiao Lin knew that the "he" the unknown monk was talking about was his real soul. The unknown monk in front of him was just a ray of soul, and it was filled with his negative emotions.

"No, I will make sure you are fine, and I will also tell you the whereabouts of Xiao Jin so that you can meet."

The unknown monk heard the words and thought for a moment, but it seemed that he still couldn't resist wanting to know the whereabouts of the Golden Horn Blood Flame Roar.

"Okay, he's in the Immortal Prisoner's Valley in Sanshen Mountain."

Xiao Lin didn't say anything when he heard this, but his eyes became more and more fierce.

When the unknown monk saw this, he was slightly shocked. A bit of panic flashed in his eyes, and then he said helplessly: "Just keep walking in this direction, and you can see it."

"Thank you." When Xiao Lin heard this, he clasped his fists and then turned into a ray of light and flew away.

The unknown monk muttered a few words, suddenly remembered something, and then shouted in the direction where Xiao Lin disappeared.

"You haven't told me the whereabouts of Xiao Jin yet?"

It's a pity that Xiao Lin can't hear it for a long time. This is not because he wants to let the unknown monk pigeons go, but because he has no choice. Moreover, the Golden Horn Bloody Roar is a ferocious beast equivalent to the monks in the Tribulation Stage. If he encounters it, he is afraid that Even he can't survive.

Following the direction guided by the unknown monk, Xiao Lin flew for an unknown amount of time. Just when he was wondering whether the unknown monk had deceived him, he suddenly saw three huge stone statues appearing far in front of him.

These three huge stone statues were actually much higher than the surrounding mountains. They stood out like chickens among the mountains. They were very conspicuous, so Xiao Lin saw them at a glance.

"That should be the Three Gods Mountain." Xiao Lin was overjoyed and muttered to himself, and then used all his power of consciousness to head towards the Three Gods Mountain.

Soon Xiao Lin had clearly seen the three stone statues. These three stone statues were not connected and could be said to be very different. One of them was actually a stone skeleton, and the other was much shorter, only reaching the shoulders of the other two stone statues. But the whole body is dark red in color.

The third stone statue is more normal. Like the human race, it has regular facial features, but there is a ravine between its eyebrows, which looks like a closed eye.

"this"

Seeing these three stone statues, Xiao Lin also looked puzzled.

"The first stone statue seems to be from the Bone Clan, the second stone statue is from the Spirit Clan, and the third stone statue seems to be from the Human Clan, but it is not. Xiao Lin has also seen people from the Tianmu Clan, so he recognized it at a glance. This third stone statue is from the Tianmu tribe.”

The three stone statues formed a triangle and surrounded a valley. Xiao Lin headed directly towards the valley below.

If these three stone statues are the Three Gods Mountain, then the valley in the middle is probably the Immortal Prisoner Valley.

Xiao Lin fell into the valley and found that the strange flowers and plants and small streams were like a paradise. However, Xiao Lin was not in the mood to appreciate this scenery, but cast his gaze not far away.

I saw a bamboo house next to the stream. In front of the bamboo house, there was a middle-aged man in a white robe, holding a white chess piece in his hand and playing chess with himself.

Xiao Lin walked slowly over and arrived less than three feet away from the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to notice Xiao Lin's arrival. He frowned and looked at the chessboard in front of him with an expression of hard thinking.

Xiao Lin couldn't help but look at the chessboard, but when he saw the layout of the black and white stones on it, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Langhuan chess game?"

Xiao Lin's exclamation seemed to interrupt the middle-aged man's thinking, and he turned to look at Xiao Lin.

"It's fate that my little friend came to this Xizhu Residence. Why don't you sit down and play a game of chess with me?" The middle-aged monk looked at Xiao Lin, his face was kind and his words were very gentle, but he clearly looked like he was only in his forties. When he was about 10 years old, he called himself "I am old man", which made Xiao Lin a little strange.

When Xiao Lin heard this, he glanced around, and then said: "Senior is so elegant. He is imprisoned in this Immortal Prison Valley, but he can still be so calm and enjoy playing chess. Don't you know that on the road to immortality, if you don't advance, you will retreat? Senior Isn't it a pity to waste my time here?"

The middle-aged monk suddenly smiled bitterly when he heard this.

"My little friend's eyes are vicious, and he actually sees that I am imprisoned here. Haha, if you don't advance on the road to immortality, you will retreat. But do you know, little friend, that this road to immortality will never end? We, the immortal cultivators, will have to cultivate hard all our lives. , after all, it is just the foundation stone on this immortal road. Maybe this immortal road has no end at all. Just like ordinary people, they spend their lives in panic. Some work hard to gain fame and wealth, even if they are rich and powerful. In the world, in our eyes, they are just ants, not worth mentioning, and we immortal cultivators think that our powers are boundless, how can we guarantee that there are no stronger beings looking down on us, just like we look down on ordinary mortals? "

Xiao Lin was shocked when he heard this.

The middle-aged monk spoke only a few words, but they were extremely powerful and directly shook Xiao Lin's Taoist heart.

Since he embarked on the path to immortality, his heart has been as solid as a rock. No matter where or when he has been, he has never wavered. He must firmly believe that as long as he practices hard and has a firm heart, he will one day be able to ascend to the immortal world and become a true immortal.

But what the middle-aged monk said made him feel confused.

When he was in the mortal world, he thought that if he ascended to the spiritual world, he would be able to enjoy endless life. But when he actually ascended to the spiritual world, he found that there was no difference between the spiritual world and the mortal world. They were just bigger and had more races. That’s just too much.

Intrigues and intrigues, not only have not decreased, but are much more numerous than in the mortal world.

If the spiritual world is like this, isn't it possible that the fairy world is also like this? What is the path to immortality that I am pursuing? Is true immortality the end? Being a true immortal is not the end, what about being a true immortal?

Or maybe, as the middle-aged monk said, the road to immortality never ends, and all the immortal cultivators who walk on this road will inevitably become the cornerstone of this road.

"So why should I be so persistent, little friend? Why not live in seclusion in this paradise and enjoy this rare tranquility?" The middle-aged monk's voice sounded again.

Scenes of past events emerged in Xiao Lin's mind

He was thinking that his heart was as solid as a rock and his devotion to the Tao was as solid as a rock, but in this life, was there no regret or guilt?

Back then, he accidentally learned the Dry Water Sutra and learned about the existence of immortal cultivators in the Tianlu Mountains, so he decided to pursue the path of immortality. For this reason, he abandoned his father and sister, although after he achieved success in cultivation, he went back to reunite with his family. , until the death of his father, which also solved the knot in his heart.

But is the knot really untied?

A beautiful figure appeared in front of his eyes.

On the top of the mountain, he was looking up into the void. After the tribulation, the sky was so blue, like a gem.

Suddenly looking back, Xiao Lin saw his wife Lin Xueying, with tears in her eyes and reluctance on her face. She knew that after her husband passed away, it was still unclear whether the two would still be together.

But she knew that her husband's heart for the Tao was comparable to the heaven, earth, sun and moon, and she could not stop his progress. Of course, she kept telling herself that she should not be so selfish, but should support her husband.

Isn't it a pity to abandon his wife and ascend to heaven for the sake of his own immortal path?

Scene after scene flashed in Xiao Lin's mind, Zhong Ling, Xiao Sanshao, Bai Shuangzhi...

Familiar figures appear in Xiao Lin's mind.

When the middle-aged monk saw this, he didn't care at all. Instead, he showed a warm smile.

But his smile soon froze on his face, and countless golden runes suddenly appeared on Xiao Lin's body. The moment the runes appeared, a cloud of black energy exploded from Xiao Lin's body, and he was instantly woke up.

"Mending Heaven Scripture?" The middle-aged monk's expression changed and he exclaimed.