(441 All things are nothing, and they are extinguished together)

But with this Supreme Elder who tried his best to stop him in charge, his path has always been difficult. Being able to achieve Jin Dan is already a desperate move, how can he further achieve the upper realm?

Of course, he could sit back and wait for this Supreme Elder Shouyuan to end. But he waits, but the other party will not wait. Even if his life is at the end of his life, it is still possible for the other party to completely finish him off, such as using the Danding Crown to summon two Golden Pill Treasure Spirits is one of the methods.

Thinking of this, he no longer restrained his strength, his heart surged with murderous energy, and the top of his head shone brightly, showing the phantom of a golden lotus. A terrifying coercion of the Jindan monk was no longer released without any suppression.

He directly exuded his Jindan coercion in Tianchi City, and hundreds of thousands of demon cultivators and mortals in the entire city would be horribly affected. Some fragile beings may even collapse their consciousness. But at this time, Tianchi City was the same as usual, and there was nothing unusual.

He Xiri released the Jindan Divine Sense, but what he felt was not the existence of the entire Tianchi City and Taibai Forest, but an empty void. He scattered his senses, but there was no focus at all.

Only the Night Silence Palace in front of him and the old man in the seat are real existences. Everything else seems to be gone. Behind him was a dark void.

Gravity has also disappeared. There weren't many furnishings in the empty hall, and the few objects that were left of the ground floated in the air. The air vanished, and the only candle lit was extinguished in an instant, leaving only the treasure light around He Shiri's body still illuminating everything in the hall.

Even the hall itself is crumbling. It was originally built on gravity, and the white tiles of the roof were floating away, and the whole roof and the beams and columns were no longer solid and tight, like a broken ship in the wind and waves, making a squeaky sound about to break.

Sure enough, He Heng laid out some kind of spatial formation in this Night Silence Palace, separating the entire Night Silence Palace from the current space. Moreover, this formation is completely under the control of the replication formation that Uncle gave him.

"You're prepared. ”

On the contrary, he relaxed a little. In fact, he was not willing to be the first to do it. In any case, it is a great crime to do it to one's own master. But if the master was forced to protect himself by himself, it would be much better.

"Hehe," He Heng said with a sly smile on his old face, "The city gate caught fire, and the fish in the pond were affected." I'm just here to save Taibailin. With your strength, if you really want to break my formation, what other formation can I use to trap you?"

Of course, there are formations that can trap Brother Jindan. But this is obviously a human formation, and it depends on the strength of the formation division and the formation.

The formation master and the formation of this formation are all He Heng alone, He Heng is no longer a Jindan monk, and it is basically impossible to trap a Jindan.

"In order to protect Taibai Lin?" He Xiri snorted coldly, "You know that my supernatural powers are all in the art of destroying the things of heaven and earth, but you have completely hidden everything, isn't this a preparation for me in advance?"

"If you have to say that, I'm helpless. He Heng smiled bitterly, "Is it easy for me to let go of this thousand-year-old grudge against me for you to let go, and to protect the foundation of the crane clan in Taibailin?"

He Xiri did not continue to entangle with this old and unserious master, but the mana in his body surged, and the bright red red red crown on his forehead suddenly turned black, and a black light surged out like a tide.

He Heng himself is very knowledgeable and profound, and his disciples also have their own strengths. But He Shiri was different from his other disciples, because He Heng hadn't taught him much magic powers, so the Dao techniques he practiced were only the innate ways of the Crane Clan.

The Crane Clan is born with the power to control all things. For example, if the Yin and Yang Escape Technique cultivated by people can control the changes of Yin and Yang, and the Five Elements Escape Technique can control the Five Elements Element, the innate power of the Crane Clan is hidden in the red crown on the top of the head, and it can control all the real things in heaven and earth.

But this technique has special limitations. It can exert force on a tangible thing, but it cannot make any distinction between all things.

Once this technique is used, everything is mixed, and only chaos remains. Things in the world exist only when they are differentiated. If they were all mixed up, everything else would be destroyed except for chaos.

Hence the name of this technique. It is the wind, thunder, scorching cold, and the extinction technique in the void that the Yin Yang Sect is good at.

The Crane people use Annihilation, relying on the abilities that are originally hidden in the body, and exert the power of qi and blood. It is not the same as the way in which the Yin Yang Sect used true qi mana to promote the destruction of heaven and earth with metaphysics.

But no matter what method is used to cast the Extinction, the more things in the heavens and the earth that are swept into the Extinction, the greater the power of this spell.

Now that the world is empty, there is not much real thing left, and the power of He Shari's extermination technique will be greatly reduced.

But he was not depressed, but at the beginning, he pinched the trick with both hands and sacrificed his strongest extermination supernatural power.

The black light on his forehead shot out, and instead of spreading infinitely around, it formed an incomparably large black sphere in the void space. Immediately after, a force of extinction was born from this black void sphere.

Although He Heng was old, he still had the strength of the five qi of the Purple Mansion, and instantly turned into a white light and fled away. But the scope of this black ball of light was extremely large, and it was only the thought of He Xiri, a Jindan monk, that he was inevitably enveloped in it after all.

Immediately afterwards, a pulling force was transmitted to him. But the strongest part of this force was still in the Night Silence Palace, where he was originally sitting.

In just an instant, the chair he had sat on was like a piece of paper that had been folded and crumpled, shrinking and collapsing dramatically.

Then this force involved the entire Night Silence Palace. The brick fragments that had been flying away flew back one after another, as if they had received some kind of command. And the entire intact palace chamber was like a smash, rumbling into the middle, bursting out countless dust.

But the dust was squeezing towards the place where he was sitting. Everything mingled, and eventually the entire huge Silent Palace gradually shrank into a pitch-black sphere the size of a dragon's eye.

This force was not confined to the black ball of light, but permeated the entire space. It's just that the farther away you are from the spell target, the weaker the force, and the closer you get, the stronger it gets.

If He Heng hadn't escaped in time just now, he would have been crushed into a tiny sphere mixed with other debris, and he would naturally have been destroyed.

The only significance of the huge black ball in the air is that any object outside the black ball can still escape under the force of this traction, as long as it keeps running away. And within this black ball, it is impossible to escape anyway.

He Heng soon realized this. He was pulled by the force. Although it doesn't seem to be strong, to him it is as if the heavens and the earth are still, and he can't break free no matter what.

The power of this spell pervades the heavens and the earth, but it has little to do with how many real things exist in it. He Xiri used the strongest divine power he could use as a Jindan monk to restrain the benefits of the opponent's Void Formation.

All the objects within the black ball of light are like stepping on a falling slope. No matter how much you struggle, you will inevitably fall into the core eventually. All it takes is time.

The power of this law has nothing to do with the strength realm of the monk. Even if He Heng cultivated to the heavens, unless he could break this law, he would definitely not be able to get out.

That doesn't mean that there is no other way to do it if you fall into it.

He Xiri performed this technique, and he himself fell within the range of the black ball. If the trapped monk can kill He Shiri before he falls into the core, then the spell cannot be maintained and must be terminated.

Assuming that He Heng was still a monk of Jindan Shuanghua, he didn't need to break this law, he only needed to break the opponent's body protection treasure light and damage his body, and he would naturally win.

But He Yanri also clearly knew that the other party's realm was already lower than his own, so he dared to use this time-consuming supernatural power. He traded time for the power of this attack, and he was sure to put the other party to death.

His Jindan Body Protector Treasure Light, coupled with the Jindan Body, neither of these things could be easily destroyed by a Purple Mansion Cultivator. Even if he stood still and attacked casually, the time it would take to hurt him was far more than the time it took him to use this Divine Destroying Ability.

Once this magical power is exerted, it is inevitable that everything within the scope of this black ball will be destroyed except for himself.

He Heng did not struggle any longer, but raised his head and let out a burst of crane chirp, the sound of which was far away and constantly reverberating, as if it could penetrate infinite time and space. Where the crane sound swept by, He Shiri's divine consciousness also fluttered like a flying flag, and it seemed that countless memories and emotions came to his heart.

But a sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth. He, the master, was obviously at a loss for anything, so he performed this exercise that once made him feel painful - the Immortal Crane Divine Sound.

This was originally a heart refining technique, a practice rather than a supernatural power, using it as an attack, probably because He Heng had always believed that his heart was not good, so it was difficult to take on a big responsibility. Therefore, this time he also used the Divine Consciousness Technique to attack his mind.

But he was already a Jindan monk, and it was impossible for him to be able to be defeated by an attack of this level. Although the wind can blow the flag, as long as the flagpole is strong enough, the flag will be fine no matter how it flutters.

The voice was getting stronger and stronger, and gradually the sound waves turned into a storm that rushed towards his face, but he still stood proudly, without the slightest change.

But at this moment, he saw a flash of golden light in the air, and a golden projectile the size of a mung bean flew over in the chaotic sound of raindrops, and it easily tore through his body protection treasure light and directly hit his eyebrows.

"Jin Dan!" He Yanri's pupils shrank.

(442 Four thousand years of life, butterfly dreams are not dreams)

The golden pill of the Jindan monk is a physical thing, but it exists with the Lord and perishes with the Lord. Once the monk dies, he is scattered into nothingness.

But He Heng did not die, but fell from the Jindan monk to the Zifu monk. Although this drop planted his golden pill will also be lost. He couldn't keep his golden pill in its entirety, but there were indeed some ways to separate and preserve a part of his golden pill in advance.

If a normal Jindan monk does this, it is tantamount to self-destructive cultivation. The divided golden pill is like a broken mirror, and it is impossible to recover it again.

And He Heng knew that he would inevitably fall into the Purple Mansion, so it didn't matter how he concocted his own golden pill.

This split little Jin Dan is only a part of the Jin Dan, and it is impossible for him to still have the original power, nor can he be urged by himself, let alone use it to exert the cultivation of the Jin Dan.

However, the Jindan was extremely hard, and it was enough to instantly penetrate the body protection treasure light and body of a Jindan First Flower Cultivator.

Before He Xiri could react, the part of the golden pill hit the center of his eyebrows, making a hole the size of a mung bean. Fortunately, this thing was blocked by his mana, and it didn't really penetrate his brain, but was just embedded in the hole.

The golden pill mana in his body surged instantly, surging out from the red crown on his forehead, fusing with the little golden pill.

Jindan cannot be destroyed, but it can be refined. If he refined this little golden pill, his golden pill cultivation would even improve a lot.

But at this moment, a gap broke through in his body protection treasure light and physical body. Therefore, those pervasive immortal lotus god recitations will inevitably take advantage of the gap to drill in.

He Shari only felt that the sky was bright, and all the immortal crane divine sounds in his ears disappeared completely. It was a warm spring day in front of him, but he didn't know why he was sweating profusely and sitting in the crowd.

His mood was still fluctuating, as if he had just experienced a life-and-death battle. But the scene in front of him made him feel that his unprovoked emotions were ridiculous.

It's a verdant mountain forest, at the edge of a pool of water like black jade. The vines were dense, the shadows of the trees were deep, and the cool wind and the sound of the water surrounded them.

He naturally remembered that this was a certain wild experience. Many of the young disciples of the Crane Clan were taken on wild adventures. But because they were all led by experienced elders, this adventure became a bit unworthy of the name, and everyone laughed and laughed, like an outing.

It should have been a thousand years ago, but for He Xiri, his time had been reversed, and except for the little remnants of the memories of this life that were as stubborn as traces, for him, the present was in front of him.

He followed the gaze of the crowd and looked forward, and suddenly his eyes were stunned, and the heart in his chest beat violently.

It was an open space, and several of the Crane women in white dresses were dancing. The Crane people are especially fond of leisure and elegance, and the men learn everything about chess, piano, calligraphy and painting, and the women are natural dancers. They can even enter the Tao by dancing.

Among them, the most elegant but most conspicuous woman was the Lingfeng Fairy Lin Han whom he had been thinking about for a long time. At this moment, he had a strong sense of happiness to be reunited after a long absence, and he couldn't wait to rush up to talk to her about his thousand-year-old heartfelt feelings.

But then he couldn't help but laugh at himself. He and Lin Han are obviously brothers and sisters in the same school, and they don't look up every day when they look down, how can they have such a strong sense of reunion after a long absence?

The reason why she is called the Lingfeng Fairy is because of her light body, as if she can walk in the wind without spreading her wings. But He Xiri didn't think she was just a Lingfeng fairy.

She herself is a wisp of flying wind, ethereal and invisible, indescribably beautiful, or she herself is the finishing touch of the beauty of all things. If he could, he would have liked to paint this beauty on paper permanently, but unfortunately he couldn't. He only cultivated the power that destroyed the heavens and the earth, and never cultivated Danqing.

Lin Han's crystal-like eyes seemed to be always looking at him as if he was always looking at him. In fact, it was a complete hallucination, but even if he just thought about it, he felt that it was extremely sweet, which made him indulge in it and imagine it over and over again.

That day, he made a decision that would make him even more terrifying. He secretly sent a message to Lin Han, hoping to ask her to meet under the moon.

If you keep this kind of thing in your heart and continue to imagine it, it is sweet enough. Anyway, we will see each other every day, and I will see her gaze every day. No matter what she thinks, you can understand that this is her tenderness for you. Such an endless ambiguity day by day is like a gentle dreamland.

But dreams are just dreams. Even if you don't take the initiative to destroy it, sooner or later it will return to its cold reality. It takes a lot of courage to wake it up. Because it wakes up there will be two possible outcomes. One of them does come to life, and the other one ceases to exist forever. Some people would rather stay in this dream until they wake up naturally, and they will never dare to take that step.

He is a bold man. This thought was born, and he did not hesitate to send out a sound. Even if he wakes up from a dream, even if the reality is not as he wants, he will go and turn the reality into what he wants.

To his surprise, Lin Han, who has always been taciturn and rarely interacts with people, actually replied to him and happily went to the appointment. He had prepared for the worst, but the reality was sweeter than he expected.

They didn't do much that night, and they didn't say much, just the two of them sat on a piece of crosswood that had been chopped down during their practice, staring blankly at the wild night sky, and the moonlight was as cold as water under the thin clouds.

Lin Han's weak character, she instinctively looked for a support. She leaned back slightly, leaning against He Xiri, and it felt like a strong rock, but there was a heart pounding in the rock.

He Xiri glanced at his hands, took this soft and boneless fairy into his arms, and smelled her faint fragrance. He wished the night would never end, but it was over. A strong sense of unease welled up in my heart.

They are all building foundations that are about to be consummated. Before the foundation was built, all the young Crane monks would choose each other's companions. As is customary, there will be a big match. Theoretically, all the monks are arranged in order of the results of the big competition, and the teacher asks about the intention and then arranges the Taoist couple.

In other words, whether you are male or female, if you are ranked first, then the teacher will be the first to ask for your opinion and arrange according to your expectations.

It is not for nothing that there are monks who are dissatisfied with the arrangement of the teacher. Although this situation is a rebel on the surface, the teacher is generally accommodating and not reluctant.

However, He Shiri felt extremely nervous, and he had a feeling in his dark that it seemed that no matter what his grades were, no matter how he expressed his intentions, he would not be able to get what he wanted, and Lin Han would definitely marry someone else.

He had a memory in his head that lingered. That is, after he got the first, He Heng asked him who he wanted to choose as a Taoist couple. He said Lin Han without hesitation. However, He Heng showed the helpless smile that made him angry to this day, saying that Lin Han had become a Taoist couple with He Yuyin.

It made him feel weird. Why did something that had not yet come become a memory engraved in his mind? He also told Lin Han about it. Lin Han's face flushed, and he smiled: "What kind of vinegar did you eat in your dream?"

In the big competition, he really won the first place. But what happened was not the same as his "memory". Master He Heng came to ask him about his intention to choose a partner, and after he said Lin Han, He Heng did not tell him a helpless news as he imagined, but smiled strangely and said, "Very good, very good!"

In this way, everything went well, and Lin Han became his Taoist companion. Time flies, and he doesn't know how many days have passed. Whether it's cultivation or age, they're constantly growing. These two people are both heavenly talents, and they are the undisputed first and second among He Heng's disciples.

But He Xiri gradually had another worry, he inexplicably felt that one day he would go crazy in practice, and Lin Han would die. Therefore, he was almost exhausted in his cultivation, to the point of nervousness. Fortunately, none of this happened to him.

Not only that, in his "memory", He Yuyin, who would take away everything from him, seemed to have disappeared, becoming more and more mediocre, and never set off any more waves. And he successfully ascended to the throne of the Crane King, and sat in this position for 800 years.

Eight hundred years have passed day by day, and he and Lin Han Shouyuan are constantly losing. After they both cultivated to the Jindan Shuanghua, they found that they were facing a huge bottleneck. If you don't cross this bottleneck, it will be impossible to refine to the perfection of Jindan Sanhua.

The consummation of the three flowers of Jindan is the ultimate of mortal cultivation. Only at that point can you start cultivating the Yuan Baby. The growth of the infant is the immortal body. Until then, it will always be a mortal body. If it is a human being, the limit is 400 years. As a demon clan, it is the end of life to live for three or four thousand years.

Of course, He was not willing to sit still. But he found that if he wanted to break through to Jindan Sanhua, the problem was not in the exercises, nor in his own cultivation, but in external medicine.

He must obtain enough resources to refine the Sanhua Outer Medicine before he can break through the bottleneck and advance to the Sanhua. But this huge resource, even with the power of the Crane Clan, is difficult to obtain.

Looking at the entire demon world, those who can refine the three-flower foreign medicine are the three families of tree people, dream raccoon dogs, and ghost owls. This is also the reason why they are called the Three Great Demon Clans.

No matter how strong the Crane Clan is among the other races, there is such a barrier between these three families.

The three major clans have already signed an alliance agreement, and anything can be bought and sold, but the raw materials and finished products of Sanhua's foreign medicine are only traded between these three and will never be leaked.

What's even worse is that these three families don't know when they started to form a tacit understanding. As long as any clan other than them shows signs of rising and has the intention of getting involved in the Sanhua foreign medicine, these three families will join forces to suppress it, and will never let the fourth family have any chance.

He Xiri only had two choices at this time, either to take the Crane Clan and start a war with the Great Clan to find an opportunity to obtain the Three Flowers Outer Medicine. Either live quietly, and Lin Han will die of old age and death.