To the west of Shenzhou is Yizhou, and to the west of Yizhou is the only inland sea in Tianyuan Realm, the sea of ​​Tianbo.

To the west of the Tianbohai is the largest yellow grassland. It is deserted and the vitality of heaven and earth is extremely washed away. Apart from the sparse dead grass, there is basically no one. This yellow grassland is already the extreme west place recognized by most monks, but because the westward direction of the yellow grassland, the thinner the vitality of heaven and earth is. For monks, the thinner the vitality of heaven and earth is like air for ordinary people.

In places with thin air, it is always very uncomfortable and it will feel difficult to breathe. Even deep into the yellow grassland, it is like an ordinary mortal in a place without air for monks.

The yellow grassland spans north and south, and its northernmost location is even northerly than Youzhou, the southernmost location, and even the 100,000 mountains in the southerly location of the Tianyuan Realm. There are few people here, and no monks are willing to come to such a barren place.

At this moment, the deepest part of the Yellow Grassland, which has the largest mask in the entire Tianyuan Interface, is a more desolate area than the Yellow Grassland.

Only a few strong people in Tianyuan can know that the Yellow Grassland is not the westernmost part of Tianyuan. The extreme west is a sand sea connected to the nothingness of the world. This sand sea has extremely strong earth-attributed spiritual energy, but it has an extremely stable inertia. This inertia makes the spiritual energy here impossible to absorb at all. The dust storm connected to the sky is just a normal world here.

The tornado that can tear the sky apart and the extremely stunning dust and sand here, the cultivators under the Nascent Soul stage will be killed instantly when they enter here. There is no escape. The harsh environment here is so that even some powerful people with extremely high cultivation will not appear in this area.

At this moment, in this extreme west, in this sea of ​​sand, the yellow sand is as harsh as ever. The environment is extremely harsh, but the deepest part of it is the deepest part of the world that has been connected to the world. This place that no one has ever set foot has been opened up here, and it is like two worlds here, with birds singing and flowers blooming inside, full of vitality, and there is no such extreme as the outside world that extinction of all vitality.

There are low trees inside, and there are various spiritual herbs and fruits that are the best alchemy materials outside. This place is already the westmost place in the Tianyuan Realm, but in the deepest part, there is an ancient wooden house standing quietly in it. With the extremely rare meditation grass in the cultivation world as the cover, Qingxin Bamboo, the top refining material that can make Taoist tools, is a fence, to create a comfortable place that looks like a farmyard.

At this moment, Qin Lian, who had disappeared for a long time, was sitting carelessly on the ground in the courtyard that looked like a whole piece of topaz. He was holding a spiritual fruit that could be used as the top alchemy material in one hand, and ate it bite by bit, but Qin Lian didn't look at it. Judging from his gritting teeth, the blue veins on his forehead were exposed. It seemed that he was extremely patient.

After a while, Qin Lian pinched the spiritual fruit in his hand and roared at the wooden house: "Bald donkey, what do you want to do if you kidnap me here? I tell you, don't get angry..."

The small door of the wooden house slowly opened, and a kind-looking bald old man walked out of the wooden house. He had eight ring scars on his head. His skin was like a rotten wood without any vitality. He could not even feel a trace of breath that humans could have. His face was soft and his eyes were filled with a sense of compassion, but no matter how he looked, he felt a sense of evil.

The old man seemed to have a very good temper. When he walked out on his own, Qin Lian was immediately scared and took three steps back, grinning, and he felt a harsh and slutty inside.

The old man walked to the position where Qin Lian had just sat, picked up the leftover fruit core, and bounced it lightly, then stumbled it into the woods, and sighed: "But the donor remembered it wrong again. I am not a bald donkey, but a Buddha worshiper. Maybe there is no one who worships Buddha in the Tianyuan Realm now. Back then, I am the last Buddha worshiper to leave the Tianyuan Realm... And this fruit core, donor should not throw it around at will. Although the spiritual fruit trees here are not top-level spiritual fruits, they are not easy to get. The fruit core still needs to be planted again to let it grow new spiritual fruits, but the donor forgot..."

The old monk slowly said word by word, feeling that the sky was not alarmed. However, when Qin Lian heard the old monk start to talk again, his face turned blue and white. After a while, he seemed to have suffered a lot of pain. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his whole body became wilted.

When the old monk saw Qin Lian vomiting blood, he quickly took two steps forward and said, "Why is the donor? This mouth contains a lot of essence and blood, but it hurts the vitality. Donor..."

Qin Lian heard the old monk start to talk again, and was about to get into a devil. He spitted two mouthfuls of essence and blood again, and then he felt that the feeling of distracted in his heart calmed down a lot.

Seeing the old monk seemingly opening his mouth again, Qin Lian suddenly lay on the ground like a child who suffered all his grievances, crying: "Senior, Buddha worshiper, great master, grandpa, please spare me. What do you want to do? Just give me a word, I really can't stand it..."

The old monk showed a trace of grief of compassion for the world, folded his hands together and murmured softly: "My Buddha is merciful! Donor, if you get a drop left by me in the Heavenly Realm, it is the law of fate. This is something that I can't control. My Buddha has great supernatural powers, and it is not something I can guess..."

A weird temper like Qin Lian, who is soft but not hard, actually knelt on the ground and cried: "Senior, you might as well slap me to death..."

The old monk was shocked and said, "Don't do this, why did I kill you? No," said the old monk.

Qin Lian's expression was shocked and said, "Senior, please let me leave in large quantities..."

The old monk seemed even more surprised and said, "What do you mean by the donor? I have never stopped the donor from leaving?"

Qin Lian was shocked and instantly fluttered from the ground, and walked outward. But in an instant, looking at the pure land that was only about a little bit wide, the yellow sand outside was covered with the sky and the earth, which seemed to be transformed into an extremely large meat grinder, and his face was buried. He asked about this situation, and the moment he stepped out of the pure land here, he would finish his life.

The feet that had just been lifted were taken back in an instant, as if they had thought of something, a trace of consciousness flashed in their eyes, and then a smile appeared on their face. Looking at the old monk, he said, "Senior, can you tell me how to leave here?"

The old monk's eyes were covered with curtains and said, "Of course I have learned the Buddhist teachings of the poor monk. As long as I practice the second level, I can refine the Buddha's dust. The wind and sand outside will naturally be fearless."

Qin Lian's face was in the dark and said, "Senior, I'm already in my hands, so I'm afraid I can't practice my senior's **. Is there any other way?"

The old monk laughed, still looking compassionate, and said, "It's okay, my monk's Buddhism does not conflict with the donor's practice. Even because of the donor's disciples, he can achieve twice the result with half the effort!"

Qin Lian gritted his teeth and was tortured for so long, but the old monk could not beat him. Just listening to the old monk's mouth, Qin Lian felt like he was obsessed with it, let alone, the magical powers that could be opened up here in such a place were far from what Qin Lian could resist.

Hearing the old monk's words, Qin Lian said intimately: "Anyway, it doesn't affect my cultivation. It's okay to live anyway. As long as my cultivation is high enough, I can leave here. Besides, the cultivation level of this bald donkey is really incredibly high. If you become a disciple, you won't lose money..."

The thoughts in his mind changed sharply, and then he knelt directly in front of the old monk and said, "The Buddha is above, please accept a prayer from my disciple."

The old monk was so happy that the folds on his face gathered together, and he smiled and said, "Okay, good disciple, this is what you ask for yourself, I don't have any pressure."

Qin Lian cursed in his heart, but nodded repeatedly on his face. After such a long time of suffering, he was already completely afraid of this old monk.

The old monk nodded and said, "Okay, good disciple, I will pass on you now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the merciful and kind-hearted old monk had a strong evil spirit all over his body. The calm, broad and heavy Shenmu Qi instantly mixed with these evil spirits without distinction. The golden light and evil spirit merged together and turned into a dark golden light. There was a stream of evil spirit that soared into the sky in the holiness, but the two seemed to be completely opposite and blended together, without any conflict.

The old monk's face still looked compassionate, but his eyes were extremely evil. He looked at Qin Lian with a strange smile: "My good disciple, do you think anyone can get the ancient Buddha of my monk? Haha... Without the Buddha's bones and without the martial arts of practicing evil paths, he will instantly be killed by the explosive body supported by the ancient Buddha with all his cultivation. Now, I will first wash the Buddha's bones with Buddha dust to stimulate your Buddha nature!"

Without seeing the old monk, he saw Qin Lian's body floating involuntarily, but he could not even blink his eyelids. His eyes were shocked, and he seemed to be a little confused. Why was the previous one exuding a strange and saintly aura all over his body, and the power that had great restraint on him instantly turned into this evil aura that soared into the sky. Even if this evil aura was not so strong in the head of the Corpse Soul Dao, it was not a little bit inferior.

The next moment, the old monk waved his hand, and a little bit of special sand and dust flew out of Xu Pure Land here and penetrated into Qin Lian's body. (To be continued...)

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