The Golden Elixir is a Star. Do You Call This Cultivating Immortality?

Chapter 400 The Purple Mansion is finally completed, Qi Yuan’s new ability

  Move in one stroke.

 The breath of life and death wanders on the tip of the pen. As it moves, black and gray, red and white alternate between the strokes.

The strange painter is very serious and paints with his life.

 From Jade Girl, she has learned that the Blood-clothed Sword God is not an ordinary person.

 The Jade Girl also knows a little about what she did for the Blood-clothed Sword God.

Jade Girl asked her to do a good job, and said that the Blood-clothed Sword God should be refining a magic weapon related to the underworld.

 It is strange that in the conversation between the painter and Qi Qi, as well as those powerful men of the underworld, the ambition of the **** sword **** can be clearly felt.

  It's not just about refining magic weapons.

Rather, we really want to build a mythical and legendary underworld.

 When she first heard this, Jade Girl burst into laughter.

“The real land cannot even reach the realm of great principles, it is just a legend.”

 After all, a Yang Shen Tianzun in the realm of great principles, generally speaking, only controls one great principle.

 And if you want to build the underworld, you may need more than just one principle.

Life, death, yin, yang, reincarnation, etc. require too many great principles.

I am afraid that even if all the Supreme Beings from the Nine Heavens are gathered together, they will not be able to build the underworld.

The strange painter didn’t know that much, but he also understood that Qi Yuan was not just talking.

 The Shanhe Sheji Brush in her hand was trembling at this moment.

 Suddenly, from the painting in front of me, a girl's sweet voice seemed to be heard in the gloom.

 “The gate of **** is closed, and nine out of ten people will not return.”

 “The gate of **** is at the gate, yin and yang are at odds, life and death are in chaos, so grandma is not disappointed when she comes.”

The strange painter's expression changed slightly, and she could see that there were many phantoms appearing dimly and vaguely in the closed ghost door she painted.

They recited nursery rhymes, their voices were innocent, but they felt eerie.

 A sense of excitement and fear slowly crawled up the spine. The strange painter didn't know why, but she always felt that the shadows suddenly appeared in the painting, and the eyes of the girls were staring at her.

Obviously some of them were walking, some were looking at the sky, and some were sleeping, but everyone's eyes were looking at her.

 At this moment, a voice sounded like thunder, sacred and majestic.

 “The gate of **** is over, done!”

 The one who spoke was naturally Qi Yuan.

 He was standing in the gate of Wanshu, overlooking the world.

With his voice, the ghost gate painted by the strange painter turned into reality at this moment.

Those special creatures, like little dolls, finally turned their eyes away at this moment, secretly looking at the majestic and boundless creatures above the sky.

The strange painter's expression condensed. She looked at the lifelike Gate of Hell. No, it was the Gate of Hell. Her heart was extremely shocked.

  I don’t understand at all why I can really show it to the world.

 She looked promising and continued to paint.

 Shanhaisheji brush moves in her hands, and pictures are born one after another.

Countless gloomy auras and invisible things were heading towards the underworld crazily at this moment.

Qi Yuan was sitting in the underworld, squinting his eyes, but saw nothing.

 “Is there a guest at my house?”

The guest in front of you is unknown.

The other Yang Shen Tianzun squinted their eyes. Qi Qi seemed to notice something, but could not see anything at all.

 “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

 “Hafnium…layer…acridine…”

Qi Yuan listened carefully, and his ears that could hear the sounds of the world finally heard some chaotic sounds.

These sounds are either high-pitched or like ghosts crying or wolves howling.

He also heard a crackling sound, like maple branches burning and sparks flying.

 He also heard some whimpering mixed with the sound of burning paper money.

Qi Yuan was surprised: "Dirty things came to my house?"

Qi Qi stood beside Qi Yuan, her eyes like magic knives looking towards the underworld.

 “Where is Xiaoxiao, causing trouble here!”

 The majesty and mystery of Tuhuangdi, who followed Chengtian's example, swept across this moment.

 The underworld in the mountain and sea paintings is turbulent and cleansing at this moment.

Even those dirty things seemed to realize the power of Hou Tu at this moment and what he represented.

 “…ka…please…”

These dirty things stopped talking nonsense and just turned into a voice, seeming to want to communicate with Qi Yuan and Qi Qi.

However, maybe it’s because of time or space, so I can’t hear it at all.

Qi Yuan looked calm and said with helplessness in his voice: "It seems that I have to be a Chinese teacher for a while."

With his voice, his clothes changed, and gold-rimmed glasses hung on the bridge of his nose.

 Behind him, a blackboard appeared, and a piece of chalk appeared in his hand.

 “Little dirty things, come and say it to me, a, o, e…”

Shan Hai She Ji Bi continues, and there are more and more dirty things. Qi Yuanzha plays the role of a qualified Chinese teacher.

But halfway through the lesson, he felt a little guilty.

 He does not have a teaching qualification certificate. Is this considered illegal teaching?

 But when I think about it, he has a mental illness certificate, so it’s not a big problem.

Continuous mountains continue to appear, the rivers of the underworld are also flowing, and the eighteen levels of **** and the Emperor's Palace are also rising one after another.

The strange painter's body is trembling and shivering. She has been writing for forty-four days, and the underworld is almost complete.

At this time, Qi Yuan put down the chalk and raised his gold-rimmed glasses with his hand.

When he spoke, his voice was like a command, majestic and sacred, and must not be listened to.

“Little dirty things, have you learned the lesson? Now can you tell me what you are doing as a guest at my house?”

It's a pity that Qi Yuan can't see them, otherwise he would have to charge them accommodation fees.

Following Qi Yuan's voice, the underworld became silent for a while, and Qi Yuan no longer heard those inexplicable sounds like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

 But in the underworld, there seemed to be a white figure, twisted and illusory, not like substance.

 But it can be seen that the white figure seems to be bowing to Qi Yuan.

The murmur also came to mind at this moment.

 “Without…soul, borrow…and return…”

 Say these words, it seems that the strength of this white figure has been permanently restored.

Those dirty things all became illusory at this moment, pouring into the white figure.

 Finally, it condensed into a stone tablet.

I saw the word "death" engraved on the stone tablet.

There are various strange auras on the stone tablet, mysterious and unknown, as if it contains the truth of death.

  【The monument of the dead seems to come from another world. 】

 Qi Yuan’s eyes were finally able to see useful information.

“So...the Gate of Wanshu is the door through which my family escapes, and the Monument of the Dead is also the monument through which I escape from my home?”

 Where is my well? Who carried it away? "

 Qi Yuan glanced around for a week, but saw nothing. He was a little disappointed.

But at this moment, the overall structure of the underworld was also outlined by the strange painter.

What is missing are details and sacredness.

 Hallowness and legal principles need to be given by Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan looked at the strange painter, who was trembling, but his eyes were full of energy at this time.

 Obviously, she was very satisfied with this painting.

At this time, in the underworld, Qi Yuan’s vast voice sounded again, like the sound of the great road.

 “The ghost domain is formed, and the mountains and rivers are formed.”

The ghost in the center, transformed into mountains and rivers, seems to have imprints falling on it along with the sound of the foreboding.

 Every mountain turns into a ghost mountain.

“The Eastern Ghost Emperor Yu Lei and Shen Tu govern Taozhi Mountain and Guimen Pass.”

“The Southern Ghost Emperor governs Luofu Mountain and leads the Qiang barbarian ghosts.”

 “The Ghost Emperor of the West governs Panzhong Mountain.”

“The Ghost Emperor of the North governs Luofeng Mountain.”

“The Ghost Emperor of China governs Baodu Mountain and controls the ghosts and monsters of China!”

With Qi Yuan's figure, Yu Lei Shen Tu and other five ghost emperors appeared one after another.

They have majestic bodies and are awe-inspiring. They bow to Qi Yuanzuo.

 “I will obey the order of the Heavenly Lord!”

 The ghost emperors from the five directions turned into five streams of light and went towards the ghosts.

 Qi Yuan did not stop, his voice was solemn and vast.

 “Naihe is a bridge, Wangchuan is a river, Wangxiang is a platform!”

“The eighteen levels of **** are all hells!”…

 “The Palace of the Emperor, judges Yin and Yang, and judges reincarnation!”

 “The ten palaces of Yama will all return to their places!”

 “The Son of Heaven, Yin, lives in the Palace of the Son of Heaven.”

 …

 “Ksitigarbha, go to hell!”

 “Chengtian follows the example of the empress Tuhuangdi, and controls reincarnation!”

With Qi Yuan’s voice, the divine infants appeared one by one and transformed into Yin Guan one by one!

They bowed their heads to the Heavenly Lord and turned into streams of light and entered the underworld.

 Qi Qi’s consciousness seemed to fit into the underworld, and reincarnation became a part of her.

The originally empty underworld, like a dead thing, was filled with powerful auras at this moment.

 Gloomy, dead, fire and heat, decay and loneliness…

The strange painter looked at this scene with excitement in his eyes.

At this moment, Qi Yuan’s eyes fell on a “stage”.

This platform is not the Wangxiang Platform, but the Leading Platform.

 When he was in Wangyue Continent, he thought about reviving the Five Elements and the Five Ancestors.

 The reception platform is the place of recovery.

 “Sure enough, it still doesn’t work.”

 Obviously, the underworld is complete but cannot function.

 It is not possible to attract the souls of the dead now.

 In other words, the death is too thorough.

 “But well…”

At this moment, Qi Yuan looked at Wanshu Gate.

 “The gate of the underworld, return to its place!”

Following his voice, the original Wanshu Gate trembled at this moment, and endless changes happened to it instantly.

The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons…The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons…The Gate of Perfect Principle…The Gate of Ten Thousand Spirits…The Gate of Ten Thousand Mechanisms!

 Finally, it turned into the gate of the underworld!

 It is dense and snow-white, as if there is a flow of yin and yang, as if it is leading to an endless hell.

Countless principles, countless information, countless unknowns, and countless unknowables, at this moment passed through the gate of the underworld and entered Qiyuan's underworld.

 Indescribable changes are taking place at this moment.

 It became the front door of Qi Yuan’s family.

 “Ning…Zi Mansion!”

At this moment, Qi Yuan suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed hard at the underworld.

At the same time, the purple energy, the first collected immortal energy, was also swayed at this moment, falling in front of the gate of the underworld.

 “Purple is purple energy!”

 “The government is the underworld!”

 “This is my Zifu!”

 With Qi Yuan's loud shout.

 Inside his body, two original magical powers were constantly trembling.

The blood-red demon sword flew into the eighteen levels of **** at this moment and turned into a demon prison.

 The forgetfulness of the Great Forgetfulness of the Heart Sutra is like melting into Meng Po Tang and hiding in the Wangchuan River.

The purple air is fluttering and full of vitality, just like the purple of the blessed land of the immortal family.

The wind is strong, the darkness is terrifying, like a house in the kingdom of the dead.

 At this point, Zifu is completed!

 Qi Yuan’s eyes fell on the reception platform again.

Perhaps because he trained the Underworld into the Purple Mansion, there was a hint of darkness in the depths of his eyes.

 He looked at the reception platform and seemed to understand something.

“Yin and Yang work together, life and death are in balance.

 So, if you want to resurrect the dead, you need to wipe out the living. "

 But this kind of erasure is different from killing.

“So, now it can only be regarded as a small underworld, and not everyone can be led there.

 Alas, Five Elements and Five Patriarchs, it seems that you will have to lie down for a while again. "

 Qi Yuan was helpless.

This underworld is currently much worse than he imagined.

For example, he is going to Blue Star now and will spend a period of time marking all the creatures on Blue Star.

 Then, kill everyone in Blue Star.

Everyone on Blue Star will become a dead soul, enter his underworld, and work for him for free.

 If he wanted to, he could also reincarnate the people of Blue Star.

 But... those who are not stamped with the mark of the underworld, the underworld has no control over them.

For example, for the Five Elements and Five Patriarchs, as well as Zhang Sheng and Chen Jiao from Wugui City, he can't lead them now.

 So, this underworld is the small underworld.

It would be great if it was the Great Underworld. If the person from Taihuang Palace was written dead on the life and death book, wouldn't he be directly invincible?

Of course, this is just a thought.

 Qi Yuan looked at his Zifu.

Hmm, the purple air is filling the door, which is the best air in the immortal world.

Purple Qi, even Yang God Tianzun covets it.

 Seeing this purple energy, many Yang Shen Tianzun will definitely be moved.

"But, this Gate of the Underworld...is a bit strange. The Gate of Ten Thousand Souls has become the Gate of Perfection!" Qi Yuan shouted.

This gate of ten thousand distinctions seems to be able to hear people's words, and it really turns into the gate of perfection.

 On it, there seem to be countless ideals circulating, and ordinary people will sink just by taking a look at them.

Yang Shen Tianzun took one look at it and wished he could rush in directly to understand the truth.

 After all, it is difficult to understand the truth.

 The door to the ultimate principle is to put the ultimate principle in front of you and understand it.

  No matter how poor your understanding is, you can always come up with something in a million years, right?

 If it really doesn't work, just stay at the gate of the Supreme Principle and realize it for endless years, and then you will be invincible when you go out.

 “I was a little moved when I saw it, and I wanted to go in.”

Qi Yuan sighed.

 In fact, he also had an idea in his mind. Should he go to the Gate of Supreme Principle and spend hundreds or tens of thousands of years to realize that the Great Supreme Principle appeared?

 But when I think about it, I forget it.

 The Gate of Perfection is the number one rare treasure of creation for other Yang Shen Tianzuns.

 As long as you get it and have enough time, it will become a great truth.

 But for Qi Yuan, it was a waste of time.

 If you have this time to understand, you might as well play games to achieve breakthroughs.

Moreover, he couldn't waste any more time.

 The custom of cultivating immortals in the upper realm has become so corrupt that he has to go up and purify the custom.

 However, the Gate of Perfection still has many functions for him.

 First, isolate the mark of the great tribulation; second, simply understand it and see if you can observe the shortcomings of other great principles.

 The only thing that needs to be noted is that the news about the gate of truth cannot be exposed.

 Otherwise, Qi Yuan may be hated by all the Yang Gods in the Great Realm.

 After all, all the best principles are recorded in the Gate of Perfect Principles.

 “I finally achieved Zifu, the improvement in strength... is not bad.”

“This time’s superpower is...mouth?”

 “It’s actually connected to the ears!”

 “This super power comes a little late!”

 “Why does it feel so tasteless?”

This time, his awakened talent is that when his ears hear some gibbering, he can activate his talent and actively talk to that person, but due to space, there may be a certain distortion.

Also, when it is not connected to the ears, when he activates his talent, the voice he speaks can be randomly transmitted to an entity.

 “Have you read the random reply?”

 “Tree hole?”

 “Have I become the little trumpet of the heavens?”

With this thought in mind, Qi Yuan immediately gave it a try.

 The brow of the right eye is not twitching.

 “I’m so poor, kindhearted person, someone can lend me some money!”

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