"Fellow Taoist guessed it right. The opportunity to become a saint is related to Sage Ziwei." Ye Xu said.
Yang Xuanzhan was inexplicably excited.
Sage Ziwei has a mysterious origin and is extremely powerful. Otherwise, 30,000 years ago, he would not have provoked the saints of the South China Sea to join forces and force him to leave the Southern Wilderness.
But what Yang Xuanzhan didn't know was that Saint Ziwei was severely injured and died soon after.
His cave is in the Southern Wilderness.
For more than 30,000 years, no one has discovered the place where Saint Ziwei was enthroned. It is obviously extremely secret and hidden in another time and space.
"System, query Ziwei Saint Cave."
Ding!
[Sage Ziwei Cave: Thirty thousand years ago, Sage Ziwei was severely injured by the saints in the Southern Wilderness, and finally died in Taicang Mountain twenty-three years later. ]
[The Saint's Cave has a Beidou Killing Formation, which is a Saint-level formation. In the cave, there are the remains of Saint Ziwei, an inner world...]
Twenty thousand secret points were subtracted, and Ye Xu's secret points became 68,000.
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Ye Xu felt a pain in his body.
"Then...senior, where is the cave of Saint Ziwei?" Yang Xuanzhan asked cautiously.
"This jade slip records the location of the Ziwei Sage's cave and the method of breaking the Beidou Killing Formation." Ye Xu said, and a jade slip flew towards Yang Xuanzhan.
Yang Xuanzhan was overjoyed.
"Thank you for your advice, senior."
Yang Xuanzhan bowed to the ground, "If this junior becomes a saint, I will definitely visit my senior again."
After that, Yang Xuanzhan was about to leave Tianji Pavilion.
"Wait a minute."
Ye Xu said slowly.
"Senior, what are your orders?" Yang Xuanzhan didn't understand. He stopped and turned to stare at Ye Xu.
"Fellow Taoist, blessings come from disasters, and misfortunes come from blessings."
Ye Xu was unpredictable, "Becoming a saint now may not be good news for you."
After hearing this, Yang Xuanzhan He frowned, his heart hanging in the air.
"Senior, please speak clearly." Yang Xuanzhan cupped his hands and said.
"That's alright."
Ye Xu sighed softly, "For the sake of your sincerity, I will reveal another piece of news to you."
"If you become a saint this time, it is very likely that you will be killed." "
If If you maintain the status quo, you can still survive."
Yang Xuanzhan's pupils shrank suddenly. He already regarded Ye Xu's words as truth and believed them firmly. These words made Yang Xuanzhan lose all joy and only fear remained.
"Senior, why...why is this happening?" Yang Xuanzhan asked eagerly.
Compared with the plan of sanctification, life is of course more important.
If your life is gone, even if you become a saint, what's the use?
"There are two saints in Xuanfu Palace, right?" Ye Xu asked.
Yang Xuanzhan didn't understand what he meant and nodded heavily.
"What does this have to do with Xuanfu Palace?" Yang Xuanzhan asked confused.
"One of the saints, named Yuxiao Saint, practiced Tai Chi Yuanfu Sutra and became a saint one thousand two hundred years ago. He is now in the early stage of saint realm, right?" "
Senior, Uncle Yuxiao is indeed wise. He became a saint one thousand two hundred years ago." Yang Xuanzhan said.
"There is another saint, your master, Gu Lingxiao."
Ye Xu said lightly: "The problem lies with him."
"Master?"
Yang Xuanzhan couldn't believe it, "Master is related to my death? "
This is impossible." "
When I was young, I was accepted as a disciple by my master, and I was the only direct disciple. He treated me like a son and taught me all his skills. How could he harm me?"
Yang Xuan Zhan did not dare to accept Ye Xu's answer.
"Don't be anxious."
Ye Xu smiled lightly, "I will tell you the reason."
"Xuanfu Palace has two holy-level exercises. One of them is the first generation founder of Xuanfu Palace, Xuanfu Saint. The created Tai Chi Yuan Fu Jing, right?"
Yang Xuanzhan nodded blankly.
This is something that everyone in the Southern Wilderness knows, and it is not a secret.
"The second holy level skill is the Nine Turns of Nirvana Sutra." Ye Xu's voice changed and his tone was sharp: "The problem lies in the Nine Turns of Nirvana Sutra."
Yang Xuanzhan raised his head. He was practicing the Nine Turns of Nirvana. through.
After the first generation of the founder of Xuanfu Palace emerged, a proud son of heaven appeared. This person's name was Lu Fengming, and he was the second saint of Xuanfu Palace.
Lu Fengming practiced the Tai Chi Yuan Fu Sutra to perfection and could not go any further, so he spent his whole life and found a new way to create the Nine Turns of Nirvana Sutra.
Despite this, Lu Fengming did not go any further, and eventually his life span was exhausted and he died in the Xuanfu Palace.
but.
Although Lu Fengming died, this Nine Turns of Nirvana Sutra was passed down, and over a period of more than 100,000 years, it created eight saints in the Xuanfu Palace.
The Tai Chi Yuan Fu Jing only created five saints.
The technique created by Lu Fengming seemed to surpass that of the founder of the sect.
Yang Xuanzhan's lineage has always practiced the Nine Turns of Nirvana Sutra.
"Senior, what you want to tell me is that I will die in the fight between the two veins?" Yang Xuanzhan asked.
Ye Xu shook his head.
"I've told you that the person who put you to death is your master." Ye Xu stared at Yang Xuanzhan and smiled, "Do you want to know who your master is?"
Yang Xuanzhan Frowning, he certainly knew the origin of his master, but Ye Xu's words obviously had another meaning.
"Senior, please make it clear."
"The culprit is Lu Fengming, who created the Nine Turns of Nirvana Sutra. Your master, now Gu Lingxiao, is Lu Fengming." Ye Xu spoke with sonorous words.
"Impossible!"
Yang Xuanzhan couldn't believe it, this was too ridiculous.
Lu Fengming has been dead for more than 100,000 years, how could he become his master?
Looking at the lost Yang Xuanzhan, Ye Xu sighed for a while.
If it were him, he wouldn't believe it.
But the secret shows that there will be no mistakes.
Yang Xuanzhan's master is indeed Lu Fengming.
"Everything starts from the Nine Transformations of Nirvana Sutra 170,000 years ago."
Ye Xu said eloquently.
"Seventeen thousand years ago, Lu Fengming encountered a bottleneck in practicing the Tai Chi Yuan Fu Sutra. He stopped at the perfection of the Saint Realm and could not go any further to advance to the Saint King." "
So he created the Nine Turns of Nirvana Sutra."
"As the name suggests, practice With this method, there will be nine calamities, and after nine nirvanas, you can transcend and become a saint."
Yang Xuanzhan's body trembled.
Ye Xu's analysis is completely correct.
"However, for the founder, those who practice the Nine Turns of Nirvana Sutra are his nutrients. Once they become saints, Lu Fengming will devour them." "It is
obviously not enough to devour one, you must devour nine to break through. Bottleneck, promotion to Saint King."
"Now, he has devoured the eighth one."
"You will be the ninth one soon."
Yang Xuanzhan's mind was roaring, he could no longer control his thoughts, and his whole body was as limp as a puddle of mud. On the ground, he didn't dare to think about it anymore.
The master who had worked so hard to nurture him since childhood actually regarded him as nourishment, and only waited for him to become a saint before devouring him in one fell swoop.
The truth is too cruel.
If Yang Xuanzhan hadn't experienced the horror of life and death, he would have suffered a mental breakdown.
Even so, Yang Xuanzhan was on the verge of collapse.
"You can recall that when Lu Fengming was alive, the first saint was born in the Nine Turns of Nirvana Sutra. Thirty years later, Lu Fengming passed away." "
And after the birth of the third saint who practiced the Nine Turns of Nirvana Sutra, the former One of them died after thirty years."
"This is because it took Lu Fengming thirty years to completely devour the soul, aura, and laws of his disciples in order to complete his goal of occupying the magpie's nest."
Ye Xu His tone was calm, but his heart was also filled with ups and downs.
The fantasy world, where the weak eat the strong, was more naked and cruel than the world he lived in in his previous life.
Here, the strong hold the truth.
At this point, Yang Xuanzhan completely believed Ye Xu's statement.
What Ye Xu said is not at all different from reality.
"Then what should I do?"
Yang Xuanzhan's lips trembled, with both fear and anger. The master he had respected all his life turned out to be a demon who occupied a magpie's nest and murdered his descendants.
This caused Yang Xuanzhan's philosophy to collapse.
"Senior, please save me!"
Yang Xuanzhan crawled on the ground and fell to the ground.