Chapter 747 Linchuan Meets Tianzun
Within the three realms, outside of all living beings.
This place is illusory and hazy, like a realm or a world, neither a place nor a region, it is extremely wonderful.
It is like standing in the mist, as if it is alone in the chaos. It exists because of those three figures, and because of those three figures it continues to evolve and construct all things.
The silent invisible door was knocked, and a blood-stained figure staggered and slowly stepped into this extremely illusory world.
"The traitor Lin Chuan... comes to pay respects to... the Master!"
The Linchuan Mountain God was covered in blood, and just walking through this door had exhausted all his strength.
It is hazy and ethereal, like a sea of clouds, a fantasy world, or a fairyland in a dream, but no one responds.
The Linchuan Mountain God gritted his teeth and stepped into this strange world that was constantly evolving.
He bowed his head with every step, devoutly and silently. Even though the Linchuan Mountain God had great power, he was no better than an ordinary person here.
He kept bowing his head and went towards the depths of this strange world. Along the way, he gradually saw rugged rocks and strange peaks.
The psychedelic colors under his feet turned into sharp pebbles, which hurt his feet just by walking on them. But Linchuan Mountain God remained unmoved, and continued to kowtow, knocking his knees on the pebbles. His powerful body was even scratched, and blood was flowing out.
He kowtowed all the way, leaving a trail of blood behind him, his figure firm and unwavering.
Within a hundred feet, the Linchuan Mountain God had hideous wounds on his knees and forehead, especially on his kneecaps, where the white bone stumps were exposed.
The sky fire was raging, the earth evil was howling, all kinds of beautiful scenery turned into the Nine Nether Hell. One by one, ferocious Shuras appeared on both sides, holding thick whips and looking ferocious.
Linchuan Mountain God stood up with trembling legs, took out the energy of the origin of life containing the traces of Linglong River God from his arms, and also took out the soul ball of the little rabbit. His voice was low and calm with determination.
"I am incompetent... I have the audacity to come here and beg Master to help save the relatives and friends that I care about!"
He knelt down again, held up the two balls of light in his hands, raised them above his head, and kept his back straight.
Snapped--!
The wind was blowing wildly, Shura was furious, and he lashed the back of the Linchuan Mountain God with a thick, spiked whip. Immediately, the flesh and blood flew up, leaving hideous scars.
Faced with the deep silence of this place, Linchuan frowned slightly and said nothing even though he was whipped.
Whoops!
The whips exploded the void, and all the whips from the hands of the Shura figures on both sides hit Linchuan's back. Each whip contained heavenly fire and earthly evil, and was merciless, as if punishing someone who broke his promise.
"I have been expelled from the sect a long time ago. I have sworn to never disturb the Master's peace, otherwise I will kowtow ten thousand times and suffer the punishment of the Nine Hells... I am an unfilial disciple, but I have no choice but to come here. Please punish me as much as you can, Master!"
Linchuan Mountain God has always been a man of few words and indifferent, but facing the ruthless punishment from his master, his eyes were still red, and he was determined with stubbornness, and his stubbornness was mixed with a bit of helplessness.
He was covered in wounds and blood, kneeling on the gravel road, enduring the beatings from the vicious Shuras on both sides. He simply protected the ball of light in his hand and refused to retreat no matter how he was punished.
a long time.
"Ugh......"
From the depths of this dreamlike world, there was finally an unbearable sigh, carrying with it the vicissitudes of eternity.
The stone road disappeared, the Shura retreated, the heavenly fire and earthly evil were extinguished, all the oppressive scenes dissipated, leaving behind a misty path.
Linchuan supported himself on the ground and stood up with difficulty, his hands trembling as he bowed towards the depths of the dream world.
"Disciple...thank you for your kindness, uncle."
He pursed his lips tightly, endured the pain in his body, and stumbled deeper into the fog, as if he was walking step by step into an illusory dream.
At the end of the misty trail, there was only a view of rural farmhouses.
Mud houses with thatched roofs, green mountains and clear waters make it seem like the most ordinary countryside in the world.
There were three figures sitting quietly under a tree, surrounding a chessboard, each with a different expression.
One figure looks like an old man with a calm expression; one figure looks like a middle-aged man, serious and calm; one figure looks like a young man with an unruly temperament.
The Linchuan Mountain God walked closer somewhat unsteadily, but was still unable to step into that seemingly tacky rural area.
"Here you come, and bring some dirty air..."
The old man shook his head and sighed, then waved his hand in disgust.
A breeze blew by, seemingly sweeping away some of the blood and dirt in the air.
The Linchuan Mountain God was stunned for a moment, then looked at the little rabbit's soul light in his arms. It had become pure and flawless, emitting a natural and clean aura, and there was no sign of abnormality at all.
All the injuries on his body were healed, his tattered clothes became clean and tidy, his breathing was smooth, and he was in good condition, without any sign of the embarrassment he had just had.
"Thank you, uncle."
The Linchuan Mountain God felt a little relieved. No matter what, at least Anshan’s rabbit spirit was saved.
However, the serious middle-aged figure turned around slightly, his eyes were mixed with indifference, and his expression was like ice.
Lin Chuan quickly knelt down, touched his forehead to the ground, and whispered: "Master..."
The middle-aged figure did not respond, but only sighed and glanced at the old man, and said in a low voice: "The fate has ended, why bother to continue it."
The old man smiled faintly and gently put down the chess piece in his hand, surrounding the black chess piece held by the middle-aged man.
"In this great world of strife, we must always leave a way out, so as not to let the younger generation get too desperate."
The old man seemed to be giving advice, with a faint smile in his eyes, like a deep pool without waves for eternity.
"If you must kill them all, I'd rather do it myself to avoid procrastination and unnecessary entanglement."
The young man was not playing chess. He was clearly just a spectator, but he seemed ready to overturn the chessboard at any time.
The three figures were whispering to each other, but the Linchuan Mountain God did not dare to stand up. He just raised his head slightly and stared at his master with an earnest look.
However, the three figures ignored him and continued chatting among themselves.
"The Emperor of Heaven is detached, but he is only a thought away. If he gets really angry, I'm afraid no one will be able to escape unscathed."
The old man stared at the chessboard and shook his head calmly.
"indeed."
"The myth has not yet died, the two emperors have not yet united; the balance cannot be broken."
The middle-aged figure always looks serious, with a calm posture and full of luxury.
“No matter how glorious the myth is, since we have decided to pass the world to future generations, we will not fight for it anymore.”
"In my opinion, fusion is a matter of time."
The young man pulled out the weeds beside him, pinched them, and threw them away casually.
And in the distant chaos, there was an ancient star that suddenly burned and fell, turning into ashes.
There seemed to be ancient secrets hidden on the stars, as well as a long-dormant plan of an emperor, which was destroyed by the young man in a moment, eliminating all traces.
A chaotic place, full of dead silence, everything has collapsed.
Three figures confronted each other in the air, all of them were Dao Lords who were capable of destroying eternal time and space.
The Nameless Emperor seemed to sense something. A backup plan he had kept was suddenly destroyed, which made him somewhat confused.
But the Xiantian Immortal Emperor did not pay attention to this matter. Instead, he raised his eyes and looked towards a more distant place with a slightly solemn expression.
"These two guys actually met halfway."