A faint light shines from Chen Yuan's chest, as soft as a firefly, wrapping around his whole body.

Suddenly, an illusory long river fell down and entangled him, but the water was stable and there was no wave.

Chen Yuan looked calm, not shocked by this incident, as if he had experienced it a long time ago. He untied the seal in his hand, and the bronze mirror in his chest shook, and a figure with white hair and black clothes appeared on the mirror.

He smiled slightly, stepped out of the mirror, and jumped into the long river of illusion.

"Winds and clouds arise at any time, and there is a new chapter in the world."

The next moment, this figure merged into the river, and Chen Yuan's will also penetrated into it, constantly going forward and backward, and the energy of merit was consumed accordingly. Countless light and film segments passed in front of his eyes, like a revolving lantern, like an illusion.

.

Chen Yuan knew in his heart that these were fragments of past history, silhouettes that really happened and were embedded in history.

Many new memories emerged from his heart. They were both traces of the past and his influence on the past. Many of the contents changed according to his wishes, reflecting his past real experiences in the cave world.

The long river, intertwined with the past, finally achieves the past that is paradoxical -

Going up the mountain alone to become a disciple...

Introductory practice methods...

Successfully traveled to the mountains...

Fighting with others in anger...

Seriously injured and in seclusion...

Avoid the catastrophe of the master...

…

As the memories continue to increase, a clear line of life becomes clearer.

It does not change the situation, does not change life or death, does not change the presence or absence, but it seems that someone has written a pen, and in the cracks of history, among many coincidences, he has added a few strokes to outline a character.

However, the past and the present are always related, and the gaps and coincidences are limited, so once is okay. The more backlash and contradictions there are, the greater the pressure he will bear. Even when Chen Yuan was in the cave, with the power of his soul, he could only

Cast twice!

"There is a monk in Qishan, whose surname is Chen. He became a disciple in the Xuande period of Nankang State. He practiced diligently, building the foundation in one year, refining the Perfection in ten years, turning Qi into perfection in twenty years, and refining the Qi Golden Pill in thirty years!"

"This person went out to travel after the golden elixir, and became invincible among his peers. Therefore, he attracted people's jealousy, and eventually fell into a trap and was surrounded and killed. He fought his way out of the siege after a bloody battle! In this battle, there are seven golden elixirs and three gods. In the end, golden elixirs

The elixir is completely destroyed, and one of the transformed gods is dead and two are seriously injured!"

"Chen Xiu was seriously injured and went into seclusion, and his whereabouts disappeared after that. Flag Mountain collapsed, the Immortal Gate fell, and there was no trace of him."

Snap.

There were several heavy breathing sounds in the dusty bookcase.

Putting down the scroll in their hands, Lin Xiangjuan and Jingxuan looked at each other, seeing shock and excitement in each other's eyes!

While Chen Yuan was browsing the archives in Xingzhai and Xuanji Pavilion, people from the eight sects were not idle. They were all following the characteristics of "Xuyanzi" to find out whether there was such a person in the past files.

As the heirs of Xingzhai, Lin Xiangjuan, Jingxuan and others immediately went into the archives and rummaged through the collection of books after Chen Yuan left.

But until the sudden change happened on the island, and they fell into physical decay like everyone else, they made no progress at all. Unexpectedly, after the change passed, they endured the fatigue, discomfort, panic and worry, and when they looked around, they discovered a lot!

"This monk surnamed Chen from the Qishan Sect, judging from the records, descriptions, methods, and character, is very likely to be the great-uncle of Master Xuyan!" Lin Xiangjuan said eagerly after taking a deep breath.

Jingxuan said excitedly: "That's right! According to the news, the secular name of my uncle is Chen Chuan! Everyone in the Xuanji Pavilion said that the master of the pavilion deduced that my uncle is a descendant of Qishan! It's right! It's all right.

!”

Lin Xiangjuan nodded and said excitedly: "When the golden elixir is refined, it can kill the Shen Dao Lord! If it weren't for the old record and personally experienced the power of my uncle, I would not believe it! It's really shocking.

It’s breathtaking!”

"That's still during the siege. I fell into the enemy's trap and was in absolutely disadvantageous conditions. I finally fought back and broke out of the siege! It's fascinating to think about it!" Jingxuan said with a look of longing on her face.

Then he added: "However, good and bad things always depend on each other. Because my uncle was seriously injured, he found a place on the spot and stayed in seclusion to adjust his breath, so he avoided the disaster of the Qishan Sect's annihilation!"

"So, my uncle was indeed a person from four hundred years ago! No wonder he has such a virtuous behavior!" Lin Xiangjuan said, suddenly coming back to his senses, "By the way, we have to inform Yu Zhai of this news quickly.

Lord them!"

"good."

As the two of them moved the seals and wrote the talismans, the news was spread.

Li Xuanji and others who were guarding not far from Chen Yuan soon got the news.

"So that's it! A disciple of Qishan four hundred years ago! I seem to have heard Master mention that there is such a person with a golden elixir cultivation level who can kill many people in a row and is extremely ferocious! It turns out that this is him!" Boy Yanhe exclaimed.

"Only this kind of people can defeat the incarnation of Xingjun, resist the disaster of annihilation, and turn things around!" Li Xuanji was still frightened, and looked at each other with the others, then cautiously peeked into the distance.

In mid-air, there was a picture scroll suspended.

Just now, Xingjun fought first, and there were many changes, but they did not dare to look at them with their eyes, because it would be easy for the aftermath to affect their Taoist minds, leaving indelible hidden dangers.

After that, Chen Yuan refined five more spiritual lights and led to this painting. Although he briefly came out for a while in the middle, he now sneaked into it again.

A few people were in awe and did not dare to move forward at all. At the same time, they were also vaguely aware that there was actually something hidden around the scroll. As long as they moved closer, there would be warning signs, so naturally they did not dare to make mistakes.

Not to mention, all of them were pale, all because they were implicated by their ignorance and rash speculation about "false words".

"Ahem..." Monk Xuan, whose face was pale and his eyes were sunken, as if he was terminally ill, said: "The situation is already clear. Xuyanzi is the legacy of Qishan and the most orthodox descendant of this island. Let's take care of this.

This guy named Senior Brother has actually climbed high and taken advantage of him! And he is more capable of resisting the Star Lord. Even if the alliance leader is resurrected, he is far inferior to him. What qualifications and reasons do we have for such a person in the Eight Sects of Qishan?

, to resist and boycott?”

"Then the key to our fortune is given to him, so what's the problem? As long as we can get his protection, even if it's just a name or a banner, it's worth it!" Li Xuanji was unwilling to be left behind, and followed closely: "

It’s time for you to think deeply.”

The expressions of the other people changed, but they no longer had any firm intention to refuse.

Boy Yanhe suddenly laughed and said: "There are so many things to think about. If he really wants to take it, can we stop him? You dare not even look at the incarnation of the Star Lord, how dare you stop this person?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone woke up and felt relieved.

"Yes, this is the destiny," even Si Jie said solemnly: "I just hope that I can take this opportunity to make good friends, and preferably...to rebuild Qishan."

"?"

When everyone heard this, they were stunned at first, and then stared at the great elder of the Scarlet Blood Sect with strange eyes.

Especially Li Xuanji, Monk Xuan was even more shocked and thought secretly: Could it be that this person is hiding something secretly?

"What are you waiting for? A certain family is just..."

Hooray!

Before Si Jie could say anything more, he suddenly heard the sound of surging water. Immediately, several people felt pain in their brains and fell to the ground one after another!

the other side.

As the light of black and white gradually merges with the long river, memories are born from nothingness, and the past becomes reality from fiction. Chen Yuan's will is also involved in cause and effect, and begins to sense and connect with relevant places, people, and events until...

Buzz!

A buzz!

His consciousness seemed to have hit a boundary.

Immediately afterwards, a stinging pain exploded in my mind!

The will to swim upstream is about to collapse!

But for a monk like him who has been tempered for thousands of years, his Taoist heart is tenacious and his soul is protected by a bronze mirror, so he changed his mind and concentrated his will, unmoving like a mountain.

"Is this...the relevant memory touching the boundary of Dingyuan's small world?"

Deep in his consciousness, a vast memory emerged. It was the edge of the vast ocean, as if it were a boundary shrouded in countless thick fogs. Even if he tried his best to peek out, he still could not see the true shadow in the fog!

"Fairy spirit!?"

Boom!

Suddenly, in the damaged world of the painting, the mist filled everywhere surged!

The black weirdo trembled, screamed, and suddenly covered his face, then threw his head back and fell down, making no sound.

Immediately afterwards, the clouds and mist from all directions in the world in the painting rushed toward the crack where Chen Yuan was!

"receive!"

Chen Yuan had already expected it. When he saw the mist coming, he waved his hand and a halo of misfortune appeared behind him. The ring was like a black hole, swallowing up all the continuous mist and transmitting it to the incarnations of the three corpses!

This incarnation was originally in the wooden tablet and the brocade bag. At this moment, he received the surging fairy spirit. He immediately jumped out of the brocade bag with trembling and sat in front of Chen Yuan in the air. He closed his eyes and said nothing, with the mist curling up.

In an instant, ruins in the mountains and vague figures in the clouds and mist appeared again in Chen Yuan's consciousness.

But this time, he seemed to be pulled by someone, and he suddenly came closer, passed through the layers of clouds, mist, and trees, and suddenly came to the person, and then he saw his appearance clearly——

This person seems to be sitting cross-legged, but in fact all his limbs are severed, his chest and abdomen are disemboweled, and the inside is empty. And this person's face is as pale as paper, one eye is empty, and the other eye seems to have been dug out, leaving only darkness.

The holes reveal the meaning of death and destruction.

A strong death aura surrounds this person, and he seems to be completely dead. However, there is also an ethereal feeling that is about to rise, as if flying in the distance, as if a gust of wind blows, this person can turn into a breeze, sweep across half of the sky, and invade the sky.
To be continued...