Guarding the Sutra Pavilion for a hundred years, investing in the destiny villain

a few days later.

Back Mountain.

An old man was bathing in the moonlight, with white hair as silk. His body was filled with desolation and the power of withering, affecting the surrounding vegetation and causing the vibrant flowers and plants to wither.

"Eight Desolate Palms!"

"Too abstruse!"

Chu Xun murmured softly.

This was the first time he practiced the Eight Desolations Palm, and he fell into a wonderful world with his inheritance. After a period of spinning, he seemed to have arrived in another vast world.

On the ground, there is a vast plain, with no end in sight, but there is an aura of wilderness rushing towards you, not just around you, but lingering around the entire world.

withered.

barren.

Dead silence.

This is the main theme of this world.

Sitting here cross-legged, powerlessness and insignificance burst out from the heart, and fear spread from the deepest part of the soul, as if there was no other destination in this world except desolation and death.

Even if I want to go back to the previous world, I can't.

There is only one choice.

Feel the meaning of desolation.

Master the Eight Desolate Palms.

Besides.

There is no other possibility.

Fortunately, Chu Xun, who had already adapted to sitting in the Sutra Pavilion, still had some energy. He slowly closed his eyes and realized the power of desolation. It was different from the sharpness of the sword and the tyranny of the sword. Desolation was everywhere, all the time. Hidden all over the body, or coming in waves in old age, I feel this trace of desolation, permeated with withering.

Realize quietly.

His body also exuded a dead silence.

It's affecting all around.

Like the darkness that swallows the night.

Spread over.

At first it only covered a few feet around him.

Let the lush flowers and plants wither and turn yellow.

available over time.

This field is also gradually expanding.

ten feet.

twenty feet.

Up to a hundred feet.

Fortunately, there are not many people who come to practice in the back mountain. Even if some birds and beasts accidentally stray into this area, the instinct of life smells the danger and hurriedly retreats. Unknowingly, two strange scenes are formed here. painting.

The area where Chu Xun sat and meditated fell into a desperate silence, filled with gloom and ominousness, and all the vitality in the area was dead; while outside the area, it was the early spring, full of vitality and lush flowers, plants and trees.

This situation is too weird.

If the domain further expands, it will cause a lot of noise. It is rare that this one hundred feet domain stops here. No matter how time passes, it will always be these distances and will no longer encroach outward.

The old Taoist sitting there cross-legged.

The twilight energy on his body is getting stronger and stronger.

This sit.

Just a few days.

There was also the previous scene.

As Chu Xun opened his eyes, his pupils were filled with endless vastness and withering. Dead silence was the only main theme inside, which also affected the withering around him. In an instant, all the flowers, plants and trees were completely dead, even the fish and shrimp in the river beside him were dead. When white loneliness appears, life is ruined.

"Eight Desolate Palms!"

"Too abstruse!"

Chu Xun murmured, finally understanding why this technique has the ability to fight across borders. What he practices mainly focuses on a kind of artistic conception. The power of desolation spreads, making people feel despair and fall into endless darkness and self-blame. In this situation, how can he be an opponent if his strength is greatly reduced?

But it is too difficult to practice.

If it weren't for inheritance.

He is afraid that it will be difficult for him to understand it in many years.

"Holy grade!"

Chu Xun murmured softly.

He bowed his head slightly.

I also noticed something strange about myself.

barren.

Dead silence.

The sad mood is too strong.

If someone is around you, you will unconsciously think of the sad past, and you will shed tears uncontrollably. This is a kind of artistic conception that affects you too deeply, from the inside out.

"call!"

Breathe out a suffocating breath.

Flick your sleeves gently.

The rich vitality spreads out from the whole body, and the withered flowers and plants are filled with vitality again. The fish and shrimps that were ruined by the lack of vitality also come back to life. They stir up a wave and dive into the river again.

"call out!"

Take a step lightly.

Returned directly to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Pick up the scripture.

He murmured softly: "Meditating on the Eight Desolate Palms affects the state of mind too much. Let's adjust the Qi of the whole body before talking." Reading in the Sutra Pavilion is undoubtedly the best way to cultivate one's mind.

……

A quick flash.

Just a few days.

A disciple came out of the Sutra Pavilion and sighed, and said with confusion: "I have always felt depressed and depressed in the Sutra Pavilion these past two days, with sadness and sadness in my heart, but I don't know the reason. Could it be that I have been under too much pressure in practice these days? "

I can no longer practice.

Go and relax.

Come back in two days.

really.

After a few days.

This disciple returned to the Sutra Pavilion to study. The desolate and sad mood in his heart dissipated. With a satisfied smile on his face, he nodded to himself and said, "It seems that cultivation requires a balance between work and rest!"

Chu Xun, who was on the eighth floor of the Sutra Pavilion, also had gentleness and satisfaction in his eyes. After several days of reading, all the twilight and desolation in his body had disappeared, and his aura was no longer different from that of ordinary people.

The figure flashed.

Appeared outside the Sutra Pavilion again.

This time it was deep in the back mountain. This place was already on the edge of the Holy Land to the east. He stood with his hands behind his hands, staring at the mountains in front of him. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he murmured: "I have been practicing for many days, but I haven't tried my power yet! "

Small scale chopper.

Move your hands!

Five fingers spread out.

Shoot towards the front.

"Boom!"

The clouds were suddenly shaken, and a huge and boundless palm print appeared. The five fingers were as huge as the Optimus Pillars, with textures visible on each one. The palm was even more vast, like the ravines spreading in it.

Top down.

Called a repressive stance.

An even more desolate aura rushed towards the face, covering the palm of the hand, causing several huge mountain peaks to fall into withering and death in an instant. The trees rotted, and as the palm descended, several mountain peaks were directly flattened, leaving a gap. Huge palm.

Swish swish!

Such a big movement should have alarmed Donglin Holy Land.

In an instant.

Several figures descended.

It is no longer the realm of the Venerable.

Led by the sect master Xiao Rongyu, several figures arrived in an instant. They were the five human emperors of the Donglin Sect. They looked solemnly, staring at the remaining palm prints in front of them, and said in shock: "Who is this powerful person? Didn't you say anything and came near my Donglin Sect?"

"What a terrifying power of desolation!"

"This remaining palm print is at least the seventh level of the Human Emperor!"

"What is the purpose of this palm coming from the mountain behind my east side of the Holy Land?"

Several powerful people in the Human Emperor Realm all showed solemnity. Looking at the Donglin Sect, there were only two strong people in the Seventh Human Emperor Realm. Moreover, some strong person left this palm mark at will. Who knows if it was the method of his devoting all his strength. ?

"Wow!"

Xiao Rongyu stepped forward and came to the area flattened by the palm prints. Feeling the remaining aura, he frowned slightly and a figure suddenly appeared in his mind. He thought about it and gave it up. He murmured: "He just broke through the human emperor realm." Soon, his cultivation level is at the second level of the Human Emperor, so it is impossible for him to have such strength, and besides, this desolate power is not under his control!"

The two old men who were playing chess in the clouds were also here. They also thought of Elder Chu and quickly ruled it out. They thought it was impossible. Elder Chu practiced swordsmanship and was not proficient in palm skills, let alone such a powerful desolate power. .

"Extremely powerful palm print!"

"Perhaps the person who wields the palm has not reached the seventh realm of the Human Emperor!"

"It's just that this palm technique is too terrifying, and it gives us misunderstandings!"

At this time, an elder from the Jiang family who held an important position in Donglin Holy Land came out to comment and felt that although the palm print was terrifying, it did not look like it was left behind by the Seventh Realm of the Human Emperor.

"Never mind!"

"No matter what purpose the mysterious strong man has!"

"During this period, it is always right to be cautious within the sect!"

Several powerful people communicated with each other, but when the corner of their eyes fell in the direction of the Sutra Pavilion, they also expressed emotion. As expected of Elder Chu, who has been in the Sutra Pavilion for 60 years, there was such a big movement here, and he even had the desire to take a look. None, not even a ray of divine consciousness came to me, so calm!