Cultivation Begins with Cultivating Spiritual Roots

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Everyone slowly walked out of the tunnel and stepped onto the dead place.

At first glance, it was deadly silent. The trees here had no leaves, and all were half-rotted, as if they had been exposed to acid rain.

The trees in the forest are sparse, and the shadows are extremely heavy, and there is a faint atmosphere looming.

The ground underneath was gray-black, exuding a rotten smell peculiar to the old forest, which was very unpleasant.

At first glance, there are many small swamps on the ground, with a faint mist floating above them, and there are bones in the black mud in addition to the rotten branches.

This place is full of rotting, foul-smelling tones.

Everyone frowned, and their hearts were quite heavy.

"Ancestor, what do you do now?" Ancestor Dongri is the only Nascent Soul strong here. If there is danger, everyone can only count on him.

"What else can I do, take a step and look at it, and keep your eyes brighter, do you know?" Old Ancestor Dongri said solemnly.

"Good ancestor!" Everyone nodded and walked forward.

It didn't take long to go.

On the far ground, a magnificent building came into view, it was a contiguous dilapidated palace.

A faint mist wafted around the palace, and there was a dead silence inside. The halls were like giant creeping beasts, which made people feel depressed.

"This... the palace? Is it the former residence of the Hundred Clan?" The ancestor Dongri was moved and opened his eyes, watching back and forth.

"Look inside, why are there so many evil spirits in there, are they fighting?" someone suddenly whispered.

"That's..." Everyone looked at it, and saw that there were countless evil spirits of the Hundred Races and Human Races fighting in the palace. Each of them possessed monstrous combat power. Between waving their hands, every moment Life is dead.

"That's not the evil spirit, it's the kind of time taken in the corridor. It seems that the ancestor Xu Jieyang really brought people into here. If this is really the lair of a hundred people, why is it in Yongquanxian? In the clan?" Dongri ancestor frowned, puzzled.

"Yes, if the fairy mountain we entered is the lair of a hundred races, why would we appear in the Yongquan Xianzong sect?" Everyone was also puzzled.

"That fairy mountain was formed later, and it didn't exist before the hundreds of people came to commit the crime. I saw it in the memory of the old Ye Tiange." At this moment, Yang Buyi was convinced that he had not read it wrong.

"Formed later? It seems to be brought by the Hundred Clan. Why are we so unlucky that we chased the magic soldiers into here." Everyone sighed.

"Stop talking, pay attention to the surroundings, let's go and take a look." Dongri ancestor led the way, and everyone slowly walked over.

The closer you get, the clearer the image of the battle...that is the human race and the hundred races fighting.

Those Hundred Clan with hideous smiles seemed to give people an unusually evil feeling. They looked different and had strange faces.

Some have jet-black wings on their backs, some are full of fangs, and some are covered with jet-black scales...

Each of these hundreds of races is very violent, and each look is full of the superiority and contempt of the superiors, looking at the human race... as if looking at the animal in captivity.

There are people dying every moment. Human race seems very fragile in front of these hundreds of races. They keep coughing up blood and keep falling...

But there are also the strongest people glowing and hot, horrifying magic tricks, flooding the palace, sweeping across all directions, without hundreds of families bursting frequently.

"Look, that person is so powerful!" Someone whispered, everyone stared at the screen, and saw a strong man with a touch of golden light all over his body. Hundreds of people besieged and killed.

"This is the Golden Body Art?" Yang Buyi saw this scene, the blood in his body suddenly became uncontrollably activated, his eyes turned golden, and a faint golden glow appeared on his body.

"Huh? Why is the golden light on your body somewhat similar to that of the predecessor in the image?" Everyone looked at Yang Buyi in amazement.

At this moment, the ancestor Dongri on the side saw a strong man with blue pupils in the image being besieged to death by a hundred tribes. The blood in his body also boiled and burned, and his eyes turned blue. A pair of The blue pupils stared at the creatures of the Hundred Races, uncontrollably blooming with boundless murderous aura.

"This..." Everyone was surprised, looking at the image, and then at the old ancestor Dongri, and couldn't help whispering, "The same blue pupil, is the old ancestor a descendant of this predecessor?"

"Maybe, maybe not, but there must be a connection!" Dongri ancestor said Shen.

There are more than these two human masters in the image, and there are many strong men who have exploded with terrifying combat power. The majestic power shook the world and suppressed the retreat of hundreds of races, but in the end they lost their numbers. In the end, they all died in battle and died in the palace.

When everyone saw this, they felt an inexplicable grief, especially the ancestor Dongri and Yang.

Dead, all dead!

The image replayed again, and Yang Buyi and the others came back to their senses. While their expressions were sad, their backs became cold.

"The look in the eyes of these hundreds of people makes me so uncomfortable. My blood rushes uncontrollably. I have an urge to rush in and kill them all." Yang Buyi subconsciously brought a trace of murderous aura.

"The expressions in the eyes of these hundred races really make me very uncomfortable." Old Ancestor Dongri squinted his eyes, exuding a chill on his body.

"The eyes of these hundreds of races are filled with the gaze of the superiors, and looking at the human race is full of jokes and violence, as if looking at the captive beasts, there is also a murderous in my heart uncontrollably, and this killing intent seems to be engraved in my soul. It’s the same deep down."

Someone wondered, "Do you feel this way?"

"Yes!" The people on the side also nodded solemnly.

"Before we guessed that this was a battle between a certain Hundred Clan force and a certain Human Clan force, but seeing the condescending expressions of these Hundred Clan groups, I feel that this battle is not that simple!" The ancestor Dongri said calmly, thinking about it. a lot of.

"Is it really a war between our entire human race and a hundred races?" Someone looked at the Dongri ancestor and guessed.

"Perhaps... so it is!"

The ancestor Dongri nodded rather solemnly, "Listening to Xu Liyang's ancestor taking a picture, there should be an unknown danger here. We must quickly find a way out and leave here."

The crowd then continued on the road, passing through the large halls, and saw many images left by hundreds of creatures fighting with the human race, and the hatred hidden deep in the souls of everyone was constantly being stimulated.

Vengeance!

This is the hatred of death, the hatred inspired by just seeing the picture, it is either your death or the hatred of mine.

The trembling of blood and soul made everyone know that if a Hundred Clan appeared in front of him, I am afraid that even if they did not take action, the Hundred Clan would kill them, and there would be a battle when they met.

Everyone became more convinced that this was a race war, and became more solemn.

After walking for nearly half an hour, they left the hall and came to the forest.

After a few days of walking, they saw the palace again.

The dilapidated palace occupies an unknown number of miles, and the shadows flashed inside, fighting for days and days.

A few days passed in a hurry, Yang Buyi and the others passed through many dilapidated palaces and saw many pictures of earth-shattering battles. It was very miserable.

They also went to the palace to find magic soldiers, holy medicines, and some treasures, but they didn't gain much.

Either it was destroyed by the war, or it was eroded by the years.

The ancestor of Dongri found a piece of wood that hadn't decayed. The **** soldiers were all turned into ashes, but the wood was only half-decayed, showing its extraordinaryness.

Passing through the large dilapidated palace, the line of sight is more open.

The sky was still dim, pressed very low, as if it could be touched.

The desolate land is endless and endless, and under the dim light, it is extremely depressing.

At first glance, there is no grass on the dark ground, and there are hillsides in the dead land, but it is very short and bare. The vegetation on it has no leaves, only branches, as if it has been burned, and the whole body is pitch black.

Death, cold, incompatible with everyone's anger, makes people very uncomfortable.

"Where is the end here? How about we fly? Just be careful." Someone suggested condensedly.

"Okay!" The ancestor Dongri groaned, "Then everyone be careful!"

"Understood!" Everyone present is also Yang Buyi who is the foundation of the building. The others are real Jindan people. After so many years of cultivation, almost all of them are human spirits, and they are familiar with the way to save their lives.

When the words fell, everyone affixed the concealment symbol and flew into the sky.

But just after flying not far, everyone was surprised to find that there was a breeze blowing around, and then like a tornado, it rolled bigger and bigger, and it was whirring for a moment, and a tornado that connected the world to the ground would bring everyone up. Shrouded.

"Yellow Wind?"

A gust of yellow wind enveloped everyone.

"Why is there a sudden wind?"

"This is Huangquan Yinfeng?"

"No, this wind cuts flesh and eats bones. It's too powerful." Yang Buyi suddenly exclaimed. A wisp of yellow wind corroded his true essence shield in the blink of an eye. He had cultivated the Golden Body Art, and his body was comparable to spirits. He was injured in an instant, his clothes were tattered, his flesh and blood were cut off, and he was so painful that he was directly cut off.

"Boy, are you okay?" The Jindan monk on the side discovered his tragedy, and quickly expanded his infuriating shield to wrap him.

But in an instant, he also screamed, and the yellow wind actually eroded his infuriating shield and wounded his body.

At the next moment, everyone was surprised to find that their own infuriating shield had also been eroded.

"No, this wind is weird." Everyone was horrified, and quickly sacrificed magic weapons to protect themselves.

But......

When the yellow wind tightened, the sound of sneer sneered rang out quickly from their magic weapon, and it was obviously being eroded rapidly.

"This yellow wind is terrible, let's fly away!" The protective shield of the ancestor Dongri was also instantly eroded by the yellow wind, which frightened him, screamed, and teleported away.

But the yellow wind is like a gangrene attached to bones.

Seeing that the wind is getting bigger and bigger, especially next to the ancestor Dongri, Yang Buyi also saw a clue from the rear, and hurriedly shouted: "My ancestor, don't fly, stop quickly, maybe it's just flying. Huang Feng."

When the ancestor Dongri heard the words, his body shook, and he reacted violently, and quickly stopped everyone and slowly landed on the ground.

"Hunyuan Umbrella!"

The ancestor of Dongri sacrificed a defensive weapon and said, "You all come in!"

Seeing this, everyone rushed into it.

Oh oh oh!

The yellow wind was like a sharp blade, madly scraping the Hunyuan umbrella, making a shrill sound like a knife scraping bones, everyone did not dare to make it. Shot in general.

Oh oh oh!

The yellow wind continued to blow.

Gradually, the sound of the wind outside became much quieter.

"Don't move, the yellow wind is getting smaller and smaller." Old Ancestor Dongri said solemnly.

Oh oh oh!

The yellow wind swept wildly, but for a moment, there was no movement outside.

Obviously the yellow wind has stopped.

In the time of a cup of tea, the yellow wind outside finally dissipated.

"This yellow wind is weird, why is it blowing around us?" The crowd came out of the Hunyuan Umbrella, looked around, and asked in surprise.

"We didn't see the yellow wind when we were walking. The yellow wind started as soon as we flew, and the yellow wind blew us around. Maybe it was really because of flying!" Dongri said in a deep voice.

"This yellow wind is too powerful." Yang Buyi looked at the cut flesh and blood on his arm, frightened for a while.

"What was the yellow wind before? Why is it so powerful? If it wasn't for this little brother to find out in time, we will continue flying for a while. It is estimated that the yellow wind that envelops us will be as big as a palace. It's hard to resist."

Everyone still has lingering fears.

"It's really hard to resist, my Hunyuan Umbrella is damaged!" The ancestor Dongri looked at his treasure, feeling a little distressed.

"This place is dangerous and there are too many unknowns. We have to be more careful. I think we should verify it first to see if the yellow wind is caused by flying." Someone said.

"Okay, let me verify!" A Golden Core 7th Rank cultivator immediately flew up slightly, and as the flight accelerated, a yellow wind blew around him. Seeing this scene, he immediately fell down, Huang The wind slowly dissipated.

"This yellow wind is really caused by flying. It seems that we have to walk." Seeing this, everyone understood.

"Boy, are you okay?" The ancestor Dongri looked at Yang Buyi. Since seeing the photo, both of them had a murderous intent on the Hundred Clan, he had a special affection for Yang Buyi.

"It doesn't matter, skin trauma!" Yang Buyi waved his hand.

"Well, I don't know what is dangerous in this place. Let's continue walking and try to find the way out as soon as possible." Dongri said with a wave.

Everyone moved forward again, and they walked for another three days.

A dilapidated palace was encountered in front of him, and everyone had just stepped inside and walked a few steps.

Oh oh oh!

At this moment, there was a cry of ghost crying and wolf howling from the depths of the hall.

Everyone looked up, but saw the three-headed Hundred Clan rushing to kill them. Everyone was accustomed to taking photos of this kind of time, and after a glance, they withdrew their gaze.

But... the next moment.

boom!

Three dull voices suddenly sounded, and the three figures rolled back with the rain of blood.

In the air.

The three of Hengfei looked at each other in disbelief, and there were four words in their eyes—this is true.

"Be careful! This is the evil spirit, not a photo of time!" Their expressions condensed, and they immediately reminded.

"Human...kind, worm...ant!"

In front of them, three Hundred Clan evil spirits were covered with brown scales, beast-headed human bodies, paw-shaped feet, covered with barbed thorns, and their faces were full of smirk.

"My Nima, this evil spirit has spoken, and there is a hint of intelligence? They are different from the unintelligible evil spirits we encountered before!" A Jindan monk stared.

"Human ants?"

The ancestor of Dongri heard this ~www.novelmt.com~ and his body trembled uncontrollably, and he roared wildly, the blood in his body ignited, and his eyes were blue, full of murderous aura.

"Huh? The offspring of the big ant?"

The three evil spirits of the Hundred Races saw the appearance of the ancestors of Dongri, and their turbulent evil aura suddenly shrank. Although there were "ants" hanging in their mouths, they were like enemies.

The ancestors of Dongri stared at the three evil spirits of the Hundred Races in front of them sharply, "Ant? The little evil spirits are also contaminated with the temperament of the Hundred Clan, and the evil spirits of the Hundred Clan have created you. This is a true portrayal of the heart of the Hundred Clan. Damn you! Damn you a hundred races! Killing you is like killing a hundred races!"

The word "dead" fell.

The ancestor of Dongri has already killed out.

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