Chapter 894 Mountain Environment

"what happened?"

The monk who was thrown out of the fog was puzzled.

As Jindan monks, they are used to traveling in the foggy world.

In the past few decades, we have gained quite a lot of opportunities in the fog world.

The fog world stretches for tens of thousands of miles, and rare treasures are grown under the strong evil spirit. They may not be of much use to high cultivators, but to them they are rare treasures that can be sold for a high price.

.

I don’t know what happened now, but everyone who was still hunting for treasures was suddenly cleared out.

"Maybe that one is angry?"

The monk sighed.

"No way, that person is not stingy."

"How did you know?"

"I just know it!"

"..."

"Look!"

"That's...thunder?"

"It's a catastrophe!"

"The disaster is coming!"

The monks were in an uproar.

No wonder they were kicked out early in the morning. It turned out to be a natural disaster.

If they were still hunting for treasure in it, the pressure of such a huge disaster could crush them to death, let alone face the disaster with the master of the Great Fog Realm.

…

Half a while ago.

"The sky is evergreen."

"Grant me three transformations from hell!"

The red-haired figure stood up.

One step is empty.

Steps to heaven appear beneath your feet.

The mountains in the distance were completely crushed under his feet.

His figure looked so tall, as if there was only one person in the world, and he bowed and bowed: "Tens of millions of soldiers, millions of generals, rise up from all directions to kill and worship!"

The general's pedestal appears.

The red-haired monk raised his hands and moved forward.

The Taoist robe on his body was replaced by a large system, and his hairpin turned into a flat crown.

The ten illusory little flags behind him gradually solidified.

The platform for worshiping the generals was very high, and the red-haired ghost king walked very slowly. Every time he took a step, the world of mist seemed to be shaking, and earth-shaking changes took place.

The ghost soldiers patrolling the border looked solemn.

He drew his weapon and stopped the monk who was still trying to move forward.

Without saying a word, he opened the passage and threw the monk out.

No matter how loud the monks were, the ghost soldiers turned a deaf ear.

After thoroughly cleansing the monks of the Great Realm, the ghost soldiers plunged into the rolling fog.

Walking in the fog, they felt like divine help, more like taking a shortcut. In a short time, they had returned to the city and paid homage to the generals.

Take the stage.

The red-haired ghost king ascends the ladder to heaven.

That high platform looks more and more like a high mountain. It's obviously not high, but it seems to be higher than any other mountain that I can see.

The ghost soldiers couldn't figure out what color the mountain was, seven colors or five colors. They just focused on the black and red figure walking on the high mountain.

The black gold system is the ghost king's python robe.

The scarlet red hair fluttered like a battle flag, more like a command.

They stood quietly.

Walking on the mountain, Tushanjun has completely understood the word "mountain" and why the first step of a saint is called the mountain state.

At the beginning of the chaos in the great world, the first thing to appear must be the 'mountain'. Only when the top of the mountain establishes the sky and the earth, distinguishing the upper and lower, can the world finally be stabilized.

No matter what kind of mountain this is.

colorful.

Colorful.

Or something else, black and white...

Mountains are the pillars of heaven and earth.

It is essential for the Chaos Realm to transform into the world.

If a monk never understands what a mountain is, then he will never be able to become a saint. If you understand, you will understand, and if you don’t understand, you will not understand. Even if you teach him step by step or even give him initiation, he will never understand.

The most the younger generations of monks can do is follow what their ancestors said, apply this 'formula', and then try to solve their own problems.

Maybe you are lucky enough to be able to solve the problem, but it seems that the road leads to the same destination. Everyone has his own way, so how can there be such a coincidence.

Even if it happens to work this time, it cannot happen again and again.

Tu Shanjun feels that his ability to reach this point should be attributed to his simple materialistic worldview, as well as his non-deified spiritual practice and Taoist magical powers.

In fact, in the world of spiritual practice, there are many monks who don't understand why they know it at all. They just practice according to the scriptures, learn it with the jade slips, and repeat the process over and over again. Then they can activate the magic, and they think they know it, but in fact

He can only use it, but he can't talk about it.

Of course, there is another very important condition.

Tushanjun does not need to repeat the boring process of "retaining the spirit and practicing qi".

After eliminating the need to accumulate mana, he can have more time to study scriptures and magical powers. In addition, he can't let go of the scrolls. While he has a profound knowledge, he can read a lot of books and absorb hundreds of classics. When he encounters problems, he can think of them.

There are many solutions.

It’s no wonder that many monks are eager for dangers and opportunities. Between life and death, there are great horrors and great opportunities, which can really allow people to break through in the face of battle and survive in death.

The red-haired ghost king walked forward with his hands folded and chanted: "Taiyin Purple Fire."

"Burning."

"The bones will not change, the flesh and blood will not age, and the soul will not die, then the Tao body will not die!"

Light moon water, red in black.

The black and red ghost eyes look straight ahead.

The tall figure has crossed the steps and stepped onto the center of the platform.

The handsome face disappeared, replaced by an ashen face and fangs that pierced the lip. Tushanjun opened his hands, and a faint purple fire emerged, forming a cluster of dark golden black energy.

"Taiyin Refining!"

The dark gold tiger demon was refined by the lunar purple fire and gradually turned into a seal.

Bada.

The seal landed in the center of the general platform and was caught by a big blue-black hand.

Tu Shanjun stared at the "Tiger Talisman" in his hand.

a long time,

A ball of purple energy was injected into the tiger talisman in front of him.

The tiger talisman suddenly seemed to come to life and turned into a dark golden tiger.

He raised his head and roared as he dived into the big banner above.

After the red-haired ghost king saw the tiger talisman penetrated into the soul flag, he immediately opened his palm and grasped it in the air. An illusory small flag appeared in his hand. He gently shook the small flag, the heaven and earth shook, and the blue-black sky was filled with wind and clouds.

The red-haired ghost king overlooking the heaven and earth whispered: "The power of heaven is like prison!"

The purple fire of Taiyin turned into golden thread and was sewn into his robe.

After many years of silence, he finally took this step and faced the catastrophe of heaven.
To be continued...