Hurry!

In the room, there seemed to be a wind blowing, the scrolls were like flags, shaking violently, and the words on it kept flowing like a waterfall and changing.

In the glimmer of light that rose and fell from time to time, Yang Yu's face was unstable.

Shocked, puzzled, doubted...

Even, terrifying!

What is the fantasy realm of immortals and magic? Until now, there is no saying that it convinces everyone.

But no matter what it says, the illusion is ultimately an illusion, not a portal to the past!

Like Master Bodhidharma, who is so sloppy, can still explain the will of martial arts. However, this scene in front of him completely subverts Yang Yu's cognition.

How can the illusion affect the present world?

Or, then, is it really a dream to return to the ancient times?

But this...

"How is that possible?!"

After a sudden enlightenment, Yang Yu calmed down, reached out to hold the map of the Qingshui Cold Pond, and began to look through the text records on it one by one.

[The secret of Qi passed down by fellow Taoists is obscure and difficult to understand. Can the secret be taught?]

[Difficult, difficult, difficult! This method of fellow Taoist is completely different from any Dharma path in the world, independent of the immortal path and the Tao fruit system?!]

[Fellow Taoist great talent, I am convinced, I am very kind, I will remember it for generations...]

[Fellow Taoist, I dare to ask, what is the true gynec? How the internal energy seems to be able to transform the true gynec...]

[I dare to ask fellow Taoist, how can one turn into the true energy you mentioned after practicing Yi Qi Jue?]

【Are fellow Taoist still here…】

...

The dozens of points in front of me were all left by Xu Ping's life, and dozens of them were sprinkled, ninety percent of which were asking about the experience and tricks of Yiqi skills, Iron Arm skills.

The rest are mostly to record oneself to repair the "Pure and Ming True Realm", this "holy land of avoiding disasters" that began to be prepared since the rise of the Yang.

"Several martial arts skills have actually allowed him to condense the true energy?"

Austria Yang was very surprised.

In the end of the illusion, he tried to pass on several martial arts skills, but his idea was to trade slowly with the other party and did not mention any martial arts levels.

But Xu Pingsheng actually condensed into true weapons with his few inferior martial arts skills without understanding the martial arts!

[Fellow Taoist is sincere and does not deceive me. The true energy has achieved. It is true that I can barely restrain my spiritual energy. However, I am not able to escape the disaster due to the early planting of the immortal roots...

I'm going to die...]

There seems to be a slight sadness in the text, and Xu Pingsheng has no response at this point.

"This little Taoist priest..."

Yu Yang sighed slightly and continued to look down.

Next article, the tone changed, it was clearly the tone of another person.

[Disciple Xu Jingchun, a seven-generation grandson in his life, received the life of his ancestors and mastered this divine map. Can the senior on the opposite side still be alive?]

[Oh, the senior probably has become more and more feathered. After all, the world is getting worse and worse, and all the Taoist fruits in the door have withered...]

[This 'Songhe Yannian Fist' was the first to be created by my disciples. If you are here, why not give me some advice?]

[A big star falls, and it turns into a sea of ​​fire for thousands of miles. Seven mortal dynasties, tens of thousands of city walls, all of which are turned into ashes...

Uncountable magma was squeezed out from the earth, and the volcanic ash covered the nine heavens...]

[Today, a disciple quietly brought many people into this underground temple, and I acquiesced. But how long can the temple left by this ancestor Fang last?]

[Senior, are you really gone? Alas, I'm afraid I'm going to die too. The spiritual energy is too thin. All the spiritual treasures and magic weapons in the sect are dim...]

[Stars fall, earth trembles, the most terrifying disaster in the world is coming...]

[The spiritual qi has completely disappeared, and the sun outside the nine levels of heaven has been extinguished... In this world, the only remaining spiritual qi may be in my body, right?]

[The great kindness of seniors, Taiyi family will be remembered forever!]

[Let me say goodbye, seniors, disciples should also learn from the ancestors of all generations and sacrifice to this "pure and bright realm" with their bodies to seek protection for the younger generation...]

[My Taiyi Sect is inherited by the Heavenly Master. I have been sacrificed for thousands of generations. If I cannot survive this disaster, then...

Are there any creatures in the world?]

Free and easy, unwilling, sad... and the despair that cannot be concealed by any means.

“'Pure and Ming True Realm’…”

Yang Yu looked at it silently, digesting the message.

This Taoist man said much more than his ancestors. He wrote thousands of them, which left a little meaning to the future generations.

And what he cannot do without inside and outside is the "Pure and Ming True Realm".

This is a holy place to avoid disasters. It has been prepared before Xu Shengyang was retreating and has been repaired for countless years.

However, it is impossible to avoid the disappearance of spiritual energy and the invasion of the great catastrophe. We can only try to protect ordinary disciples in the mountain gate and prevent the inheritance from being cut off.

[Disciple Xu Changying, the sixth generation grandson of Jingchun…]

[Disciple Xu Minghua. Changying Five Generations of Grand Historian…]

[Disciple Xu Shoushan, the sixth generation grandson of Minghua...]

[Disciple Xu Qingyin, Shoushan's seventh generation grandson...]

【Disciple Xu…】

...

Xu Shengyang, Xu Pingsheng, Xu Jingchun, Xu Changying, Xu Minghua...

People who leave their words have changed generation after generation. In the end, no one remembers Yang Yu, but someone is still recording it.

Record their process of resisting the great disaster of heaven and earth.

Generation after generation, one person, one person after another, Yang Yu looked silently, and in a trance, he felt as if he had seen the terrifying era of the fall of heaven and earth and the extinction of all kinds.

What I had in my hand seemed to be no longer a thin scroll, but a book of anti-natural history books that were as heavy as a sacred mountain!

He saw the Xu clan, and the difficulties of thousands of generations of survival...

I saw the blood sacrifices of countless generations of heroes...

I saw Taiyi Gate, countless years of resistance and struggle...

I saw them from using several inferior martial arts to condensing true energy, to creating the first superior martial arts...

Watching them bloom from scratch...

I saw the microcosm of human beings who were struggling to survive in that terrifying era...

Without gods and demons, without immortals and Buddhas, they are all relying on themselves, and they are only themselves...

At the end, the Xu family disappeared into the scroll.

[Disciple, Gan Shanyue, master Xu Cun…]

[The disciple is incompetent, the true realm of pure and brightness is cracked to the point of irreversibility, the holy land of avoiding disasters collapses!]

【This is the real thing, the sky, collapse, the earth, the destruction, all things are frozen...】

[This time, I can't avoid it, I can't escape it, I can't escape it! Disciple, burn incense here, seeking blessings from ancestors of all generations, and take this last try...]

[The ancestors of Taiyi Sect, bless us...]

Record, so far.

The throbbing in Yang Yu's heart could not calm down for a long time.

At this moment, distracting thoughts in his heart were flying, doubts, regrets, and sadness.

He didn't know how to explain what he was facing now.

I don’t know if the Xu family will leave records on the scroll or because of themselves...

This stop was overnight.

Until the morning light shone through the darkness and flowed in from the gaps between the doors and windows, he had just come back to his senses, but his heart was still extremely complicated.

【Are you still here?】

Leaving this sentence, Yang Yu silently put away the scroll, and he didn't even have the thought of checking the picture of the Qingshui and Cold Pond.

Push open the door and the overall value is going to rise.

The red light broke through the dawn, sprinkling the sky and the earth, sprinkling on the treetops, eaves, streets, and snow...

This is just an ordinary sunrise. You have seen it countless times, but at this moment, he feels that this scene is indescribable.
To be continued...