Chapter 235: Goodbye the Ferryman

"Aren't monks in this world living in dreams? Who can know whether this world is a real world, or the world we dream of is the real world. When you enter the dream, you will experience cycles of reincarnation, travel through one world after another, waiting for you to find the world you want. When you think it is real, it is real."

Qin Yun's words rang in Lin Bo's mind. After entering the dream, she might have dreamed of Murong Sheng in the first reincarnation, or she might have dreamed of countless reincarnations. By that time, she might have forgotten Murong Sheng, and perhaps she would rather live in the dream, with thousands of reincarnations, full of endless surprises. Throughout history, there is only one person who has practiced this technique, and Qin Yun can do this.

The fluctuations of Lin Bo's energy gradually stopped and he slept in Qin Yun's arms. Qin Yun lowered his head and looked at the incomparable face. He felt a bitter smile in his heart for no reason. He thought to himself that he was jealous, jealous of a dead person.

"If possible, I would rather you never wake up. It's just that I'm too selfish and too unfair to Murong. Therefore, I gave you a chance to choose. You can choose to sleep all the time so that you can stay by my side forever, and you can also choose to wake up with Murong, so that I will bless you."

With a deep kiss on Lin Bo's forehead, Qin Yun stretched out his hand and the broken gourd flew into Qin Yun's hand. This magic weapon was powerful, but unfortunately it was incomplete. Qin Yun shook out some of the remaining smoothies and formed an ice coffin around Lin Bo. In this way, Qin Yun could put Lin Bo into the storage bag and not kill her life.

After putting away Lin Bo, Qin Yun stood up. The secret land of the King of Hell was already done. Not only did he recover all his cultivation, he also went further and reached the late stage of the Valley God. In terms of magic, the late stage of the Wind-Yufeng cultivator was not his opponent. He would not feel that he was arrogant in the world. The memories of his previous life were vivid in his mind. There were countless geniuses hidden in the Mingyue Sect, not to mention the major holy lands of the Eight Prefectures, the three religions of heaven, earth, man, the five tribes of the East Prefecture, and the Buddha Land in Xizhou. Each of them had countless geniuses. Ji Xian'er, who had a little affection with him, was also a genius of the Ji family. His cultivation had reached the realm of transformation, and he was afraid he had entered the Mahayana now.

In the eyes of these geniuses, Qin Yun counted nothing at all. On the road to defiance of heaven, he had to compete with the geniuses of these holy lands. One general succeeded in thousands of bones. The birth of a saint would inevitably have countless dead bones under his feet.

"It's time to leave." Qin Yun took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the turbid air in his body. On the road to defiance, these geniuses of holy land would not be calm. A little under his feet, his clothes fluttered, and he flew out of thin air. He was a minor cultivator in the foundation-building realm in his previous life. Six hundred years later, he was already a Cultivator who could master the rules of heaven and earth and walk out of thin air. He clenched his fists and said to himself silently: "I will be stronger. Only stronger can I not be fooled by others. Only stronger can I see my own life experience clearly. Only stronger can I find the long-dead Tianxin, and only stronger can I find the master Chu Yaochenzi of that year to ask what happened."

After Qin Yun flew up, the soil under his feet trembled, and an ice-blue flame emerged from the ground and swayed in the wind, as if it could be extinguished at any time. Qin Yun didn't care too much about this ice-blue flame. Since absorbing the ice marrow, an ice mist has been wandering around the Chaos Nebula in his dantian, which is formed by the condensed water essence.

Everything in the world is among the five elements. Qin Yun knew that he had achieved enlightenment and would probably have to work hard on the power of the five elements. However, Qin Yun sighed, it was too weak to compete with the water essence in his dantian. The so-called water and fire are incompatible. As long as he enters the dantian, he will be extinguished by the water essence, and even if he is collected, it is useless.

"I won't accept you, you'd better find someone else." Qin Yun ignored Bing Lanyan and flew straight into the air. Unexpectedly, Bing Lanyan was unwilling to give up. He braved the strong wind in the sky and drilled into Qin Yun's sleeves. The flames suddenly became light and dark, revealing a pleading breath.

"Since you are so firm, it's up to you and I, you can just follow me, but I won't let you merge with me. That will only make you die without a burial place. Just treat it as a ball of light fire around me." With a fingertip, I rolled the ice blue flame into my sleeves. Qin Yun flew to the highest point of the sky, where the yin energy was the heaviest. Someone used his power to collect the yin energy here, and it would be much easier to break through the space limitations.

Qin Yun took out the Jinxiao Sword. Although the node here is weak, it is undoubtedly a dream to use his own strength to break through the space limitations. Qin Yun cannot do it, and other cultivators cannot do it. Only when the Jinxiao Sword merges the fighting spirit of the battle sword can he cut open the space and return to the Soul Valley.

Boom, the power of the Nine Heavens Gangfeng is so powerful that it is unimaginable. Qin Yun invisibly used the Unmoving King Art. The law around him tangled and resisted the black Gangfeng, but it was still impossible to completely avoid it. Occasionally, a ray of Gangfeng penetrated Qin Yun and teared his Taoist robe, revealing a shallow blood mark inside. You must know that Qin Yun's current body can't do anything to him. The Nine Heavens Gangfeng can cut his body, and its power is enough to crush the treasure weapon.

Qin Yun was like a mountain in the Nine Heavens Wind, nailing it tightly in the air, no matter how strong his wind was, he remained unmoved. Close his eyes tightly and explore the weakest node in the small world with powerful divine thoughts. One hour later, Qin Yun opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes bloomed. With a loud shout, a white sword light burst out from the Jinxiao Sword. This sword light contained endless fighting spirits, which made the creatures in the world tremble in the trembling fighting spirit. In conjunction with the sword light, it rushed straight into the sky, like a cone, poking a hole in the sky.

"Let's go." Qin Yun did not dare to stay, and his body turned into a white light and drilled into the black hole.

The last section of the Soul Valley is going to pass through the Nai River. Under the collapsed Naihe Bridge, there is a ferryman guarding. The ferryman usually smokes on the shore and waits for batches of people to arrive. The Naihe Bridge has collapsed. If you want to cross the Nai River, you must find an old man to ferry. The old man has a bottomless light boat, which is covered with only a dozen people. No one knows the origin of the old man, and he doesn't know how many years he has been. People only know that since the day the Soul Valley opened, the old man has been there, for 100,000 years, millions of years. When generations of generations fell, the old man became a legend with his bottomless light boat.

The sky above the Nai River is still dark. Whether it is day or night, it seems that it is covered with a layer of gray gauze, blocking the sun and the light, so that people can't tell whether it is day or night. The old man on the ferry doesn't care about these things, and he is leisurely smoking on the shore, squeaking, and after smoking a bag of tobacco, he finds another bag from somewhere, and continues to squeaking.

He did not wait trustworthily next to the vortex in the middle of Nai River, nor did he pay attention to the existence of the vortex, because no one could come out of it, and it has been like this for millions of years.

Bang, it was like a fish jumping out of the water. Qin Yun passed through the space node and immediately came to the bottom of the river. There seemed to be only a layer of paper between the two. As long as he stepped over, he would reach another world. Returning to the original world, Qin Yun in the air breathed a sigh of relief. The seemingly simple shuttle was actually endless danger. If he had not understood the mystery of space and space in the seal of time and space, he would have probably been lost in the space fault and became a fragment of the fault.

The long white hair was covered with river water, no longer showing off, sticking to balls, hanging on his shoulders weakly. Qin Yun's Taoist robe might not be much better. The Taoist robe woven by the thousand-year-old silk was as fragile as paper in the gale of the space fault. If he hadn't protected his body with the Unmoving King's Skill, he would undoubtedly have run naked again now.

The old man on the shore suddenly stood up, and he didn't even notice the cigarette pole landing on the ground. His eyes were staring like cow eggs, and he still didn't believe it in his heart. He rubbed his eyes, but then he found that Qin Yun was still standing there, looking at him with a smile.

Boom, the saint's pressure burst out again, making Qin Yun breathlessly, his body shook and almost fell into the water of the Nai River.

This old man stayed here for millions of years, sent batches of outstanding disciples entering the Soul Valley into the secret land of the King of Hell, and guided them into the abyss of desolation to find the King of Hell, without any good intentions. Qin Yun was not afraid of this old man. He vaguely guessed some of the old man's secrets in his heart. His mind was firm, like an iron fortress. Not only did he not kneel down under the pressure of the saint, but instead used this pressure to hone his will and realm. He calculated that the old man would not take action against him.

"Hey, it's interesting. No wonder he can come out alive from the secret land of the King of Hell, but no one should have come out at all."

The pressure around him increased again, and Qin Yun felt as if he was being pressed by the sacred mountain Buzhou, and his sweat was pouring on him, "Senior, why do you have to do this? The pressure of the saint is not enough to make me surrender. I am not even surrendering to heaven, let alone the saint, you are not a saint."

Qin Yun's words suddenly changed color, "Hmph, I dare to despise the saint, I will let you die without a place of burial." In an instant, the pressure around Qin Yun was even greater, but Qin Yun stood proudly in the air, his body as solid as a rock, and he actually competed with the pressure of the old man. Faced with the saint, other monks might not even be able to stand firm in the battle, but he was not afraid at all.

"I said, you are not a saint, and your pressure will not make me surrender. Instead, it can only improve my realm. If you have other means, you can use it." Qin Yun showed a smug smile on his lips. He knew that he had guessed correctly, otherwise he would have touched the tiger's butt. How could he live safely until now?

"You." The old man's face changed again, indeed as Qin Yun guessed. Apart from having the pressure of a saint, he could not use the saint's magic to deal with Qin Yun. His background had long been completely exposed to Qin Yun.

"Under the world, all monks cannot escape the rules of this world. Only immortals can escape from this world and have endless lifespan. The saints who have become eternal are still humans, not immortals. As long as they are humans, they will be bound by the laws of heaven and earth. The saints can only live for 100,000 years, and those who can live for a million years are unwilling to be saints. You are not immortals, but you can live for a million years. Hehe, do you still have to tell me your identity?"

When Qin Yun said that, the old man sighed. The saint-level pressure retreated like a tide. He picked up the smoke pole on the ground and put it in his arms, with a little depressed expression, "My friend guessed it well. I am indeed not a saint. Under the constraints of the laws of heaven and earth, a saint cannot live for 100,000 years. I was just a trace of Taoist slashed on the Three Lives Stone back then, with the purpose of sending the monk into the secret land of the King of Hell."

Qin Yun had expected it, but he was still shocked when he heard the old man's words. The power of the saint's feathered saint was beyond his imagination. Just a trace of Taoism could release the saint's pressure. How terrifying it was.

"The saint who left his mark on the Three Lives Stone back then was a monk of the King of Hell clan?" Qin Yun continued to ask, and he had to ask clearly some questions. After all, there is only such a trace of Taoist mark left in the King of Hell clan. If this trace disappears again, the doubt will be nowhere to be solved.

"Yes, he left a trace of Tao on the Three Lives Stone, so that I can constantly extradite monks to enter the secret land of the King of Hell. The sacrifices of the King of Hell must be made by monks born in this world. The higher the qualifications, the better the Taoist arts that the clan members have obtained. Since you know the King of Hell, you must know that they are from outside the heavens and should also know about the altar."

"Yes, I have been to the altar, walked through the road to heaven, and got the things in the statue of the sky beast. However, the Hall of Hell has long been in ruins, and the Hell clan no longer exists." Qin Yun had nothing to hide, and told him about the encounter.

After hearing this, the old man's face gradually dissipated and seemed to have figured it out, "When you came out of the secret land of the King of Hell, I should have thought that if the King of Hell was still there, you would never be able to come out alive, and you would not be able to get things from the celestial beast. Tell me, what else you want to know is very limited, and I will tell you what I can tell you."

After the old man exposed the purpose, Qin Yun smiled awkwardly, "I just want to know who created this small world and moved ten heavenly races to the small world. What is the purpose? Is it just for the things in the celestial beast?"

"The purpose of that person is very simple, to bring the same east in the small world, and the purpose of the Ten clans is to protect this thing and wait for one person to take out that thing. Unfortunately, our Ten clans have been waiting for tens of millions of years, but still haven't waited."

"What, who does that big man want to give to?" Qin Yun asked anxiously. If he had to obtain these two information, he could infer something deeper. These things were secrets between big man. Only by mastering these secrets would he have much greater chance of detaching the will of heaven and transcending.

"This person..." Before the old man finished speaking, a hand seemed to have strangled his throat in the dark, making him unable to make a sound. The old man looked scared and wanted to ask for forgiveness, but he could not make any sound. With a bang, it turned into clouds and smoke and disappeared. As the old man disappeared, a crack appeared in the Three Lives Stone under the Naihe Bridge, and the spiritual energy inside dissipated and turned into an ordinary big stone.

"One step late." The old man told the secret that he should not have told, and the imprint on the Three Lives Stone was wiped out with his power. Once the imprint was dispersed, the old man naturally disappeared. It seemed that by now, the old man had completed his mission and revealed the news that he should have leaked to Qin Yun. The news that he should not have been exposed will always be sealed by someone's mouth and will never be revealed again.

However, after listening to the old man, Qin Yun suspected that the thing in the secret land of the King of Hell was the soul fragment he obtained in the body of the heavenly beast. The soul fragment seemed to have some great origin, otherwise it would not be possible that the heavenly way would be sealed by the way of time and space. It was just that the person the old man was referring to was himself. If that person was him, then all his actions fell into the calculations of the big man's ears. If that person was not him, he stole the cause and effect of others. Thinking of this, Qin Yun felt weak and stole the cause and effect arranged by the big man. Qin Yun didn't know what would happen. The power in the dark was not something he could resist.

"If they want to kill me, I can't do anything, but if they want to control me, hum, I don't believe that they can do it." Qin Yun made a decision in his heart, and stopped staying in the air, walked across the wide Nai River, and headed straight to the exit of the other side.

On the other side of the Nai River is nothingness, and the chaotic air flow constantly washes the edge of the world. This is the edge of the Soul Valley world, and it cannot evolve into infinite territory as endlessly as the real world. In this chaotic air flow, it is the outlet of the Soul Valley world. Seeing these air flows, Qin Yun also understood why only when the entrance is opened during the Qingming Festival, I am afraid that only when the yin energy is the heaviest during the Qingming Festival can the Yin-gathering magic array in the Soul Valley break the world barrier.

Qin Yun stepped into the world barrier without hesitation. Unexpectedly, he walked out of the Soul Valley with other monks who had not entered the secret land. Outside the Soul Valley was filled with monks from various sects to welcome them back to the sect. Any monks who walked out of the Soul Valley would undoubtedly become the true core of the sect.

But how could they have thought that these people were just eliminators, and the one who really gained the greatest benefit was a white-haired monk who finally walked out of the Soul Valley.

"It's him!" A voice sounded in Qin Yun's ears.

"That's right, it's just that he, exactly the same breath as the jade slip, there's no mistake."

"He is the murderer who killed Mo Tong, and he must die, otherwise our Cangshan Sect will be faceless."

"kill!"

"kill!"

Two sharp sword energy flew from the dark, reaching an extreme speed, and the target was Qin Yun.

It was still late outside the valley, and two sword auras were hidden in the darkness, and their auras were looming. If Qin Yun had not had the sharp increase in his spiritual consciousness, he would not have discovered the existence of these two auras.

"No." Qin Yun suddenly felt a warning in his heart. Two monks of Lejue took action at the same time, wanting his life.

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