The Immortal Spiritual Picture

Gu Changhuan and Gu Changyu pondered what the will-o'-the-wisp was, and recalled several ancient books or legendary items that were specialties of the ghost cultivating world, but they still couldn't be sure.

Even because that thing had already been integrated into Gu Changyu's Nascent Soul, it couldn't even be displayed on the Tongxian Diagram.

In the end, Gu Changyu shook his head and got rid of all those messy thoughts.

"Whatever it is, as long as it's not a bad thing."

Gu Changhuan nodded when he heard this.

"Too.

Judging from the previous situation, this thing is still somewhat beneficial to you, and even saved your life.

There is really no need to let this unresolved matter affect your good mood for advancing to Mahayana.

By the way, how soon do you plan to hold the Mahayana Dharma? "

Gu Changhuan asked this question. Gu Changyu lowered his head to think about it and shook his head.

"Now that we are in the land of spiritual annihilation, whether it is the Donggu Dynasty or the Gu family, as long as there is one Mahayana monk, it is enough to scare many monks in this land of spiritual annihilation;

One more of me is nothing more.

Moreover, Fei Hanhuawu and three others did not hold any Mahayana celebrations, so I didn’t have to go through this ceremony.

It would be better to wait until Brother Seventeen has made all the preparations and has the entire Land of Soul Destruction and even the ruins of the Barbarian God under his control, and then we can hold some kind of celebration together to announce the advancement of the Mahayana. "

After hearing what Gu Changyu said, Gu Changhuan did not refuse.

"Then I will make up for you later."

The two of them said as they summoned flying spirit treasures and headed from the wilderness toward the Beigu Mountains.

Naturally, chatting was inevitable along the way.

"By the way, Brother Seventeen, how sure are you that you can thoroughly study the formation of the ruins of the Barbarian God?"

Gu Changyu asked with some confusion.

It's not that he doubts Gu Changhuan's formation level and qualifications, but according to what Brother Seventeen said, the formation that controls the entrance to the ruins of the Barbarian God is by no means an ordinary thing, and is even more advanced than the formation shrouded outside the Land of Spiritual Destruction. Much more difficult;

The Gu family does not have much inheritance of ninth-level formations, and there are limited materials for reference. In this case, trying to decipher such complex and profound formations is no different from asking a child who has just learned martial arts to participate in a martial arts competition.

Mentioning the formation of the Barbarian God Ruins, Gu Changhuan also rarely had a slight headache.

"The formation of the Barbarian God Ruins is indeed difficult to deal with. I have been studying it for many years and have only just found some clues.

The monk who originally set up this formation in the ruins of the Barbarian God must be an extremely talented formation genius.

What a pity. "

It's a pity that he didn't get to see him.

Hearing what Gu Changhuan said, Gu Changyu couldn't help but feel a little yearning and emotion.

"I have read some historical records, saying that the barbarians were extremely powerful at the time and had many branches. Among them, there were at least five Mahayana monks in the strong branches, which was even comparable to the average group in the spiritual world.

And even for those weak branches, there are at least two or three Mahayana monks who are here to protect them.

This kind of grand occasion is really unimaginable.

I am afraid that even if we look at the entire spiritual world now, there is no race that can match the strength of the barbarians back then, right? "

He sighed, Gu Changhuan picked up the tea bowl, looked at the light green tea soup in the tea bowl, nodded slightly,

"Indeed."

The north and south continents of the spirit world are far apart, so it is not easy to send news to each other. However, according to the records of Zhen Lingzi and the news obtained by ascending to the spirit world, the barbarians in the past were indeed unparalleled in the entire spirit world and no other race could match it. .

"It is too difficult to defeat such a powerful race. It seems that we can only rely on them to defeat themselves and cause internal strife."

Gu Changyu sighed.

Gu Changhuan took a sip of tea, felt much relieved, and whispered:

"The posterity will grieve without taking note of it, which will also make the posterity mourn the posterity again."

Just as the two of them rushed back to the Beigu Mountains, at the other end of the northern continent, in the Nielingsen City of the Shangui Clan, Si Ling was presiding over some kind of ceremony with another Mahayana monk.

I saw two people sitting at opposite ends of the formation, with surging true energy flowing into the formation like a flood. In the center of the formation, a lens shone brightly.

I don’t know if they are repairing the lens or using it to sense and contact something.

But coincidentally, at the same time, in the Yu Clan, another powerful clan in the Northern Continent of the Spirit World, just a few decades after Senior Brother Xu ascended to the Immortal Realm, some Mahayana members of the Yu Clan gathered together again.

The only difference from last time is that this time they did not come by themselves, but also brought some fusion monks, virtual refining monks and so on.

Although these monks have slightly different faces and specific cultivation levels, they all exude a dangerous aura. It can be seen that they are all elites from various tribes of the Yu Clan.

Under normal circumstances, these elite elites would rarely gather together in one place. After all, everyone is a strong man in their own tribe. If they get together, they will easily be provoked to fight and want to compete. In order to avoid conflicts between tribes that would hurt both sides, the leaders of each tribe were unwilling to allow these proud men to gather.

But there are exceptions.

For example, now.

Probably because there are Mahayana monks sitting on top, these little thorns in the tribe are actually as quiet as sick chickens on weekdays, and extremely well-behaved.

The clan leaders of these tribes were both happy and sad to see this.

It turns out that these guys are so irritating in front of me because they are not strong enough!

While they were feeling sad, on the other side, on a deserted island on the edge of the northern continent, several Mahayana monks from the barbarian tribe bowed their heads and chanted in front of the statue of the barbarian god, as if they were praying for something.

A closer look revealed that these Mahayana monks included not only Wu Qian and Lin Ling, who had appeared before, but also three Mahayana monks who had never been seen before. Judging from their aura, they were naturally barbarian monks.

Including these three Mahayana monks who had never appeared before, there were a total of seven barbarian Mahayana monks here.

After a long ceremony, Lin Ling gently tapped the ground with the scepter in his hand, and suddenly, with the entire statue of the barbarian god as the center, layers of halo runes lit up one after another. After the entire formation was fully activated, a dark spiritual pillar was inspired from the statue of the barbarian god and rushed into the sky!

For a moment, the wind and clouds of the world changed color.

Wu Qian and Lin Ling looked at each other, nodded, raised their hands and opened their mouths, and two lenses flew out and converged at the same time!

After the two lenses were sacrificed, they merged into one instantly without the monks' urging, and the broken parts merged perfectly. With the flash of the sunset, the gaps in the broken parts disappeared instantly, as if the lens had never been broken; at the same time, the spiritual light on the fused lenses flickered, and gradually condensed into a mysterious rune.