The Dazzling Light and Shadow Technique was marvelous. Not only could it project images into the old tortoise's Inner World, but it could also transmit sound.
In ancient times, this Glare Shadow Illumination Technique was just a very common technique. However, in today's world, it was considered a profound technique.
As for Gu Fei, he had never seen such a magical technique before.
"Since he can refine his Inner World with the earth spirit vein, we can do it too!" Gu Fei stared at the mysterious little monk in the Dazzling Shadow Mirror and suddenly said to the Old Tortoise.
"That evil little bald donkey has already taken over that part of the world. What chance do we have?" The Old Tortoise naturally knew what Gu Fei wanted to do. However, with the little monk guarding there, the Old Tortoise could not help but act rashly.
If his cultivation base was restored to one-tenth or even one-hundredth of his peak, he could crush the evil little monk with one hand.
Unfortunately, even though he had occupied the largest and densest spirit vein on Spirited Mountain, his cultivation base had not broken through to the Immortal Realm after cultivating for a few years.
The Old Tortoise's current strength was only at the peak of the Demigod Realm. With the power of the Inner World, his strength should be comparable to the legendary Immortals.
However, it was obvious that the seemingly harmless little monk who walked out of the Buddha's tomb was stronger than the Old Tortoise. Perhaps the little monk was already at the level of a Deity.
Gu Fei looked at the mirror-like Dazzling Shadow Mirror on the surface of the lake and said indifferently, "The little monk has only taken over the Void above the ground, but underground … Hehe!"
In the image above the lake, the little monk was suppressing the Divine Palace in the sky. The 10,000-feet-long fire pillar continued to explode, and in just a short while, it had already sunk 1,000 feet.
Rumbling sounds shook the Heaven and Earth. The hazy Buddhist land that the little monk was in showed signs of becoming solid and began to change between illusion and reality.
This was not a good sign. If the little monk was allowed to continuously absorb the spiritual energy from the earth fire vein, the little monk's Inner World might really turn from illusion to reality and form a new Inner World.
By then, Old Tortoise would be no match for the mysterious little monk.
The mysterious little monk's inner world shrouded the sky above the earth fire vein, and every inch of the void was surrounded by auspicious Buddha light. As long as someone entered the Buddha light, the little monk would immediately sense it.
However, under the ground was the earth fire vein. Even the little monk's Inner World Energy couldn't penetrate it. It was blocked by the extremely huge earth fire energy.
"Brat, very good. At most, we will fight to the death. Even if we can't get it, we must not let that little monk take advantage of us." Old Tortoise's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this and said sinisterly.
When Gu Fei heard the old tortoise's words, he could not help but shiver. This old tortoise … It seemed that he really hated that seemingly innocent little monk! He felt that something bad was about to happen.
It was a dark and windy night. Amidst the endless snowy mountains of the Northern Lands, a gigantic pillar of fire towered between the heavens and the earth. An ancient shrine surrounded by multicolored light, shining with boundless divine light, was forcibly suppressing the gigantic pillar of fire.
Heaven and earth shook, the weather changed, and the wind and fire raged. Endless auspicious Buddha light sprinkled down on the land of Buddha that spanned hundreds of miles. Below, streams of fire energy that looked like fire dragons constantly rushed into the land of Buddha, and then directly turned into the most primitive spiritual energy and integrated into that part of the world.
That was the world of Buddha. In the center of the world, a little monk sat cross-legged with a purple gold alms bowl in his hand. The whole world was filled with heavenly flowers and golden lotuses, giving people a kind of infinite auspicious atmosphere.
The Buddha light, the fire, and the multicolored light formed an unimaginable wonder between heaven and earth. In the mountains, although countless cultivators were affected by the flying fireballs when the earth fire vein exploded and some were killed or injured, they were still unwilling to leave.
Hundreds of miles away from the earth fire vein, cultivators could still be seen. High up in the sky, those big shots who could fly were also watching.
From time to time, light that looked like divine rainbows could be seen flashing in the clouds.
Amidst a cluster of white clouds, an ancient altar was faintly discernible. The aura it exuded was as terrifying and heavy as an ancient divine mountain. On top of the altar stood a group of sage-like Daoists.
Among this group of Taoists, there was an otherworldly figure with white hair that looked like an old immortal, as well as a middle-aged Taoist with black hair that hung down his shoulders.
The person standing at the forefront was not Taoist Xuantian, the head of the Taixuan Sect. Instead, it was a man with a face that was as red as a baby's on one side, high cheekbones on the other, and sunken eyes, as if a human skin was draped over a skeleton.
Taoist Kurong was the only Demigod expert present from the Three Great Taoist Sects, but it turned out that he was a powerful senior of the Taixuan Sect.
Even Taoist Xuantian and the seven major sects all stood behind Taoist Kurong, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent.
Taoist Kurong quietly looked at the hazy void shrouded by the Buddha light in front of him. His wrinkled face was as calm as water, without any fluctuations.
Everyone on the altar had the cultivation of the Royal Void Realm, and if they were released, they would be great figures who could establish their own sects in the world of cultivation.
However, no one knew if this was the true strength of the Taixuan Sect. The Taixuan Sect had been passed down in the world of cultivation for 5,000 or 6,000 years, and no one knew its heritage.
In the world of cultivation, the Three Great Taoist Sects could already be considered ancient sects. They had been passed down for thousands of years, and they had stood tall in the world of cultivation for thousands of years without falling. This was not because of luck, but because they truly had the strength to do so.
In the void in several other directions, there were also clouds floating. Those clouds showed no signs of moving, as if they were white jade embedded under the night sky.
Needless to say, there were powerful cultivators hidden in each cloud. In the north, there was a dark demonic cloud, which was the most conspicuous. There, demonic shadows collided with each other, revealing a frightening demonic aura.
In the south, a demonic aura soared into the sky. A mass of demonic clouds covered the sky and floated in the sky. Countless great monsters went in and out of it, making it very lively.
In the midst of the demonic clouds, there were two figures standing on the broad back of a colorful divine bird. One was a beautiful woman in a purple dress, like a fairy from the Ninth Heaven who had descended to the world. The other was a middle-aged man who wore a yellow robe with a five-clawed golden dragon. He looked dignified without being angry.
"Father, where did that little monk come from?" A clear and melodious voice was heard as the girl standing next to the yellow-robed middle-aged man asked.
The middle-aged man's gaze seemed to pierce through the void and see through everything. However, at this moment, he frowned and pondered for a long time.
Finally, he said, "Although the old guys in the Western Buddhist sects rarely leave the Western Buddhist Land, I've never heard of such a powerful Buddhist existence."
This middle-aged man was the Demon Lord, Huang Long. Even with his experience, he could not tell where the little monk came from, let alone the others.
The beautiful girl in the purple dress did not say anything, but her heart was filled with shock. One should know that her father was the Demon Lord, Huang Long, the only remaining member of the dragon race in the Teng Long Continent.
The dragon race had an almost endless lifespan. The Demon Lord, Huang Long, had dominated the cultivation world of the Teng Long Continent for thousands of years. He was definitely an ancient figure.
Even he could not tell where the little monk came from. This made the girl from the demon race feel indescribably shocked.
In the midst of the demonic clouds, there were figures of great monsters with soaring demonic aura. However, all the great monsters obeyed the orders of the Demon Lord, Huang Long, and did not dare to be impudent.
All the experts in the sky were watching. No one dared to act blindly without thinking. The mysterious little monk who walked out from the tomb of the Lord Buddha had shocked everyone.
"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" "Swoosh!"
Three old monks wearing moon-white monk robes with white beards and eyebrows appeared in the sky in the west.
"Is he really our ancestor?" An old monk with two snow-white eyebrows looked at the illusory world in front of him with a pair of turbid eyes and murmured.
"You and I are the only remaining Grand Supreme Elders of the Buddhist Sect. We should know the secret that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Western Buddhist Land." Another old monk with a face full of wrinkles, but he was full of vigor as if he was full of endless energy said.
This old monk was old, but his voice was like a great bell. He was tall and sturdy. His bulging muscles could be seen under his white monk robe.
"The tomb of the Lord Buddha is not the Lord Buddha, but him!" The last old monk, who was thin and short, with dark and wrinkled skin, said.
"Could it be that … he really reversed life and death?" The old monk with long eyebrows said in surprise. This was a secret that only the Grand Supreme Elders of the Buddhist Sect knew. It was passed down from the previous Grand Supreme Elder to the next Grand Supreme Elder.
"He seems to have succeeded, but he also seems to have failed. I can't see through him!" The thin and short monk looked at the little monk sitting cross-legged in the hazy Buddhist Land in front of him and murmured to himself.
The three old monks didn't step forward. Instead, they hid in the distant sky like the other experts, quietly watching the incomparably shocking scene in front of them.
"Rumble …" The heaven and earth shook. The illusory Buddhist Land gradually became clear. The world that had absorbed the endless earth veins and spiritual energy seemed to appear in front of everyone at any time.
At this time, in a snowy forest hundreds of miles away, two figures were talking in a low voice. At the same time, they vigilantly scanned the surroundings.
"Here!" The dragon-man said in a low voice.
"Here? Isn't this place too far? Should we go a little closer? "A white-robed youth replied.
"It's not far. If we go any closer, we will be discovered by that evil little monk." The dragon-man seemed to have some misgivings and didn't accept the white-robed youth's suggestion.
"Yes! Then let's go! "The white-robed youth nodded and said.
"Okay!" The dragon-man grabbed the white-robed youth. Then, the snowy ground under their feet suddenly sank and the two of them fell down.
A layer of water-like power enveloped Gu Fei and the old turtle. The soil below quickly parted. In just a moment, the two of them had sunk thousands of feet into the ground.
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