Money in the heavens

Suddenly, the setting sun completely disappeared and sank below the mountain.

The old madman whispered:

"Junior brother, we are the only ones left..."

At this moment, the old madman was no longer the invincible son of Tianxuan six thousand years ago, nor was he the great sage who dominated the world six thousand years later, but an ordinary old man full of endless sorrow and pain.

Wei Yi did not speak to comfort him again, but sat quietly beside the old madman, as if they were reminiscing about the glory of the Tianxuan Holy Land in the past.

After a while, Shang Yi and others also came nearby and saw two old men sitting on the bluestone watching the sunset.

At the moment when the bloody setting sun disappeared, two dazzling rays of light suddenly shot out of the old madman's eyes, piercing through the void at once, and the sadness was completely suppressed, and he sat up all of a sudden.

He seemed to have become a different person, like a peerless sword unsheathed, with its sharp edge exposed, making the mountains silent, and all the birds and beasts trembling with fear.

Except for Wei Yi, Li Ruoyu and Shang Yi, everyone felt a strong pressure. If Wei Yi hadn't taken action, they would have broken bones and tendons at this moment.

Close at hand, the old madman was like a mountain, and the huge pressure he exerted was unimaginable.

"Their aura..." He stared at Ye Fan, Zhou Yi, Pang Bo and Zhang Wenchang, and then grabbed Ye Fan's arm, his eyes suddenly became deep.

Ye Fan shuddered. This crazy old man was too scary. This kind of pressure made him unable to struggle, far beyond any cultivator he had seen.

He suddenly thought of the ancient forbidden land, the Saint of Tianxuan, the endless bones on the nine holy mountains, and the slaves of the wilderness. The "they" mentioned by the old madman probably referred to these.

However, it had been a long time, and the aura on his body should have been cleansed. The old madman could still sense it. This terrifying spiritual perception was terrifying.

The old madman flicked his body, and in an instant, the shadow of the Holy Maiden of Tianxuan emerged, standing alive in the air, with bright eyes and white teeth, a light body, a graceful demeanor like jade, absolutely beautiful, vivid, and almost perfect.

Ye Fan was dumbfounded. What kind of magical power was this? With a light flick, a living shadow was captured. It was really unheard of and unseen.

The old madman flicked again, and endless white bones, densely packed, appeared on the mountain ridge. All the skeletons seen on the nine holy mountains that day were presented.

Suddenly, the old madman hugged his head and howled in pain, like a lone wolf crying.

"Hahaha..." In the end, he laughed up to the sky again, like crazy.

If you can't become an immortal, you will be crazy!

He cried and laughed at the same time, just like when they first met in the past, his emotions were out of control, making people feel pitiful and lamentable.

The Saint of Tianxuan was dignified and beautiful, the best among all the beauties, making the stars and the moon pale in comparison, standing in the air.

The endless white bones were filled with gloomy aura, as if they had really descended here, revolving around the old madman. The scene was very strange and horrifying.

Ye Fan wanted to go forward to comfort him, but the old man Wei Yi whispered:

"Let him vent. It has been six thousand years. What happened back then has become a nightmare in our hearts, and the death of the Saint has become his obsession and inner demon. ♬♦  ♦♧"

Next to him, Ji Ziyue looked at the images of the skeletons around her and tightly grasped Ye Fan's arm, mistakenly thinking that she had come to an ancient forbidden land.

Shang Yi sighed lightly, and with a wave of his right hand, he summoned an illusory book and a brush, and wrote on the book:

"The old madman once again sensed the breath of Saint Tianxuan from Ye Fan, and realized that Saint Tianxuan was in a state of neither life nor death, and a glimmer of hope suddenly emerged in his heart.

He wanted to become stronger and take back Saint Tianxuan from Huang's hands. Since the Great Sage couldn't do it, then he would become a Quasi-Emperor. If Quasi-Emperor couldn't do it, he would prove the Dao and become an invincible strong man in heaven and earth, and save Saint Tianxuan!"

The old madman let out a dull roar, and then raised his head suddenly, looking at Saint Tianxuan and the bones, with two bright rays of light in his eyes, and he actually carved a "Dao" in the sky.

Afterwards, he stood with his head held high, and his hands moved slowly and powerfully, and all the figures were engraved in the void, forming a huge pattern.

Inside, there were endless bones, mountains of corpses and seas of blood. In the center, the Saint Tianxuan was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, with black hair like a waterfall, lifelike, as if she had a soul.

"This..." Behind, Ye Fan was shocked. Using the void as a picture and imprinting the spiritual charm, this method was unheard of and unseen. Seeing it with his own eyes today was really shocking.

The old madman moved his hands, and there was actually a breath of Tao flowing. With a "clang" sound, he carved a word "Xian" on the pattern.

Brilliant!

The word "Xian" seemed to have a strange magic power, illuminating all the figures in the pattern. In the end, it seemed that only one "Xian" was left, with only some shadowy phantoms around, and even the Saint Tianxuan in the center was blurred.

The pattern exuded a hazy atmosphere, and the word "Xian" had endless Tao rhyme, which gave people a feeling of boundless Tao and natural law.

The old madman stretched out a finger and tapped his forehead.

The huge pattern in the sky turned into a brand and rushed into his head. His face showed various expressions such as joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.

Everyone was shocked. What was the old madman doing?

Elder Wei Yi sighed and said:

"Brother, it turns out that only the Saint can cheer you up again!"

"clang"

The mark appeared on the old madman's forehead, and the internal traces became darker and darker, leaving only the radiant word "immortal".

"Is he destroying the past, or is he remembering it more deeply?" Ye Fan was secretly surprised. The old madman's method was difficult to fathom.

It was not until much later that the old madman calmed down.

"Pa"

At this time, he lightly slapped his hand on the big bluestone, and a hazy halo suddenly appeared, revealing a mysterious pattern.

There is no doubt that he is awake at this moment and is not randomly tapping the bluestone.

Everyone was shocked and watched intently. Their eyes gathered divine light, and a hazy halo shone on the bluestone, like a ghostly drawing.

It seemed familiar, it looked very familiar, and Mark felt extremely familiar.

"Tianxuan's footwork!"

Pang Bo was shocked. This pattern was a complicated Taoist pattern, which was very profound and difficult.

Ji Ziyue, Yao Yuekong and Li Desheng excitedly looked at the Dao map on the bluestone. Tianxuan's footwork was the fastest in the world. If they could master it, they would be invincible against the enemy in the future.

At this moment, they couldn't allow them to think too much, so they concentrated all their energy and memorized this mysterious engraving. The halo of light rushed into his eyes, turned into a pattern, and was engraved in his heart.

This secret map is extremely profound and complex. Although Ye Fan already has the complete chapter handed down by the old man Wei Yi, but as he evolves the secret map again, he immediately feels that the world is spinning. His realm is too low to understand the most profound things. Dao pattern.

At this moment, the bluestone shattered and turned into powder, leaving nothing behind.

Ji Ziyue and others suddenly showed disappointed expressions. Although they had a chance to view the secret map, they only obtained fragments of the secret technique and did not understand the complete Tianxuan footwork.

However, Ye Fan gained a lot and gained a deeper understanding of Tianxuan's footwork.

The old madman stood up, looked at Wei Yi and said:

"Junior brother, I never thought that we would meet again after six thousand years..."