One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 229: Fate of Fire

The sword light fell, brilliant and dazzling.

In just a moment, the porcelain-like body of the old man Mengshen was shattered by the sword light.

This dream world immediately dissipated.

The sunlight came in, as if the morning sun dispelled the darkness.

But the old God of Dreams didn't even leave a last word.

Xun Lanyin stood there, her whole body seemed to be in the waves of the deep sea, with dots of blue in it, like a big blue fish swimming.

She squinted her eyes slightly and looked at this dream world with sunlight entering. There were still clusters of shadows here, and every shadow seemed alive, nurturing something.

Suddenly, she pointed with her hand, opened her red lips, and uttered a spell: "Illusion!"

Those shadows truly came alive at this moment. They squirmed and quickly transformed into various monsters, from this to reality, from illusion to reality. However, just as they were about to roar and from illusion to reality, a spell rang out again: "Destroy!"

The transformation made the shadows come alive, but the sound of "extinction" caused all the living things to collapse.

The sun falls on it, there is no shadow, there is nothing.

She still couldn't believe that the old Dream God had died just like that.

"It's not that easy for the old man Mengshen to die." Ma Sanhu said, "However, if he appears around Tiandu Mountain again, he will definitely not escape the attention of Senior Brother Feng's Destiny Star Plate."

"How old is this old man Mengshen?" Xun Lanyin asked. She was very young. Although she was also a Jindan, she was only a newly promoted Jindan. The same was true for Ma Sanhu. However, the Jindan cultivators in Tiandu Mountain were never ordinary, especially Ma Sanhu and Xun Lanyin, who were both young Jindan.

Ma Sanhu is only over a hundred years old, less than two hundred, and Xun Lanyin is not even a hundred years old.

"As far as I know, there are at least six hundred," said Ma Sanhu.

Many people know that the lifespan of a golden elixir is 500 years, but this old man Mengshen is already 600 years old. So how come he can live so long? There must be some secret.

"There is someone behind the old man Mengshen. He is actually just testing others." Xun Lanyin said.

"It must be someone from the Daluo Secret Sect. They think that Patriarch Xiyi took something from Daluo Heaven back then, so they want to take it back." Ma Sanhu said.

"No matter whether the ancestor obtained anything in Daluotian back then, it is not allowed for anyone to enter Tiandu Mountain and take anything away now." Xun Lanyin said.

"Yes, people from Tiandu Mountain come and go, but we must keep the things brought by our ancestors and senior brothers." Ma Sanhu said.
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In a dark and closed room.

A young man woke up from his bed. He went to the window and opened the curtains. The setting sun shone on his face, making his slightly pale face look a little tired. If someone saw his eyes, they would find that in the depths of his eyes, there was a sense of vicissitudes that was not in line with his age.

He recalled his actions this time, and finally had to admit that he had underestimated the young people of Tiandu Mountain. He originally thought that Tiandu Mountain was already an old tiger, but he never expected that although Tiandu Mountain was old, it had grown new branches.

Just then, a black crow circled and landed.

The window was clearly covered with glass, but the black crow flew straight through the window, landed on his hand, turned into a ball of black smoke, and was inhaled into his nose.

There were sounds and images appearing in his mind.

"Senior Mengshen, our master has already set out and will arrive in a few days. We will discuss the plan together then."

The smoke on his hands dissipated and he looked at the hazy sunlight coming through the window.

Outsiders don’t know what he is thinking, but they all know that no one targeted by the ‘Old Man Dream God’ can escape.

In his heart, the disciple from Tiandu Mountain was allowed to enter his spiritual world, which was equivalent to him having a permanent key.

"This world is my dream, and no one can escape it." The old God of Dreams thought to himself.
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Zhao Fuyun, who was sitting in Tiandu Mountain, did not wake up. He was still in a state of calmness, trying to calm his turbulent spiritual world. Although he did not do anything this time, being able to suppress his mind and keep his spiritual world from collapsing was already a rare thing.

In his spiritual world, the starlight still had not dissipated, and he heard the voice of Senior Brother Feng in his heart.

"Brother Fuyun, the old man, the God of Dreams, has entered your spiritual world. It is not easy to completely purify it. However, his choice to enter your spiritual world and create dreams was his biggest mistake, because in your heart, a great calamity of this world is hidden."

"Junior Brother Fuyun, can you lend me your fire tribulation?" Master Feng Hong's voice suddenly became extremely loud.

Then, Zhao Fuyun felt something in the deepest part of his heart was touched. He felt that the [Fire Tribulation] that he had been unable to drive started to move at this moment.

"Qiu Mengyuan, your destined fire disaster has arrived."

As soon as Master Feng Hong finished chanting the spell, Zhao Fuyun felt the fire in his body being twitched. In some mysterious way, he felt that the fire had fallen on a person.

But after a closer look, I found that it was not just one person, but many people, including old people, young people, children, and even women. They were doing different things, but suddenly they were all burning with flames. They were in the sunshine, which was only warm sunshine, but suddenly they felt a fatal danger and their bodies became hot.

The young man stood in front of the glazed window, the setting sun shining on him, and he suddenly felt a strong sense of panic in his heart. The warm sunlight falling on his body suddenly became hot, but a flame was burning from his body.

It came from the heart, and the heart belongs to fire, and at this moment it was burning madly and uncontrollably.

At that moment, he saw death. The fire seemed to be burning along the thread of his destiny, and there was no way to escape it.

The fire surged up from his body, and he didn't even make a sound before the flames burned out. The essence in his body quickly dried up, his magic power dissipated, and his will collapsed. He was soon burned into a skeleton and slid to the ground from the window.

Zhao Fuyun sat there, using the Taiyue Zhenshen Method to suppress his mind, but his body couldn't help but tremble.

This time it was because of the "fire catastrophe" deep in his heart that was driven, and he felt that feeling.

He didn't know how long he sat there, until his heart calmed down.

When I opened my eyes again, two months had passed.

It seemed as if nothing had happened, but Zhao Fuyun was very clear that beneath all the seemingly peaceful scenery, there had been magnificent struggles.

The world of cultivation is like this, the fights may be overwhelming, with mountains collapsing and the earth splitting, or they may be silent and happen in places that people are not even aware of.

Zhao Fuyun went to see Senior Brother Feng again, and then returned to his practice, but he could enter and leave the mountain gate freely.

It seems that the death of old Dream God scared some people.

However, Zhao Fuyun learned that the Daluo Secret Sect was founded by the descendants of Daluotian. As for who they were, he could not be sure because so many years had passed and they had already changed their appearance and identity.

Zhao Fuyun asked again how Daluotian was destroyed, but Senior Brother Feng just thought deeply for a moment and said, "I can't tell you about this. If you know it yourself, then you know it, but I can't tell you what I know. This involves the secret of our Tiandu Mountain."

For example, Zhao Fuyun himself knew about Daluotian, otherwise Senior Brother Feng would not even mention the name Daluotian.

Zhao Fuyun asked Senior Brother Feng where he could obtain Taibai Jingjin.

This is what he wanted to do to re-refine his own magnetic rainbow bracelet.

Senior Brother Feng told him that this thing is relatively rare and requires someone to go to outer space to collect it, or it can only be produced in some special secret realms.

Before Zhao Fuyun asked which secret realm produced the minerals, Master Feng Hong had already said, "The Hell in Luodu was once the God's Prison of the Luoshen Kingdom. Prisoners were exiled there to help the Luoshen Kingdom refine various rare mineral concentrates. However, the several worlds that controlled the God's Prison later could not use it, so it became a Hell that only collected resources."

"If you want to find the pure white gold, you can go there to look for it, because that's where the pure white gold was produced."

When Zhao Fuyun heard the word Luodu, he couldn't help but recall the people and things there.

He had run a talisman shop there for several years and had killed a man there, so he told the story of the Taoist Qingxi.

Master Feng Hong also knew about this. After all, this Taoist Qingxi had killed Xu Yacheng of the Xu family.

By the way, he also knew that Xu Yacheng's father, Xu Shiqin, was not in the mountains, but had returned home. The Xu family was in the capital and went there with Senior Brother Feng Lei.

Many Purple Mansion monks in the mountains went to the capital and taught in the Jingque Taoist Palace in the capital.

Zhao Fuyun really wanted to ask whether Tiandu Mountain had split.

Senior Brother Feng seemed to have known what Zhao Fuyun was thinking, and simply said, "You are free to come and go in Tiandu Mountain. Senior Brother Fenglei has his own ideas. If others want to follow him, then go ahead. As long as they do not violate the six commandments and seven secrets of Tiandu Mountain, the mountain gate will not care what you do."

"For cultivators like us, everything is for the purpose of cultivation." These were Master Feng Hong's last words.

Zhao Fuyun returned to his Lihuo Palace. He felt that what Senior Brother Feng said was right. The foundation of a cultivator is practice.

To break it down a bit, it's enlightenment, refining techniques, and refining treasures. If you want to add a little more, it's drawing talismans and refining elixirs.

Even if they are fellow disciples, even if they have a relationship like Xun Lanyin's, it is becoming increasingly difficult for them to help each other on the path of cultivation. They are in the same mountain, but rarely see each other.

Of course, since we are all from the same mountain and the same clan, when we encounter danger, we need to unite with each other to overcome it. This is the advantage of being from the same mountain and the same clan.

Zhao Fuyun went down the mountain again.

This time when I passed by the Upper House, it was still quiet and deserted. In the mountains surrounding the Upper House, some light could be seen occasionally. That was the Dharma light of the practitioners. Some people might have already returned to the mountains.

(End of this chapter)