Chapter 679 The True Monarch Xuanming and the Weiling Old Demon
Liu Zheng led the three guests to the palace and took out a small jade plaque and raised it towards the main entrance of the palace. An invisible spiritual power was released from the jade plaque, and immediately he and the spirit officials in the palace were in the palace.
The formation resonated with it, and the main door slowly opened with a "creak".
"Three fellow Taoists, please!"
A group of four people entered the hall. The deacon disciple, as Liu Zheng's instructions, waited outside the door. Without Liu Zheng's permission, no one was allowed to enter the Lingguan Hall.
The palace is not big, and the statue of the god with a golden helmet and golden armor, red eyebrows and red beards, glaring at the three eyes, and holding up the thunder whip. It is Wang Lingguan.
Liu Zheng quickly stepped forward, bowed to the ground in front of the statue of Wang Lingguan, and worshiped respectfully.
The three sisters of Xiao Fan did not dare to neglect and went up to worship the Taoist guardian god. They saw that Wang Lingguan had a majestic appearance and extremely exquisite carvings, especially the thunder whip raised with his right hand and the golden spirit official Jin.
The body is quite different, but a dark gold color that looks quite old. It is not cast together with the statue, but an independent weapon.
Xiao Fan even faintly felt the fluctuations of spiritual power from this thunder whip. This thunder whip was really a treasure.
Seeing Xiao Fan's eyes staring at the thunder whip, Liu Zheng smiled slightly and said, "Zhengren Xiao, this thunder whip is a weapon that my ancestor Xuan Ming Zhenjun once used. It has been worshipped to this day.
More than a thousand years.”
Xiao Fan nodded.
This thunder whip is indeed a magic weapon for monks a thousand years ago. But after so many years, no one has driven it, and the spirituality of this magic weapon has basically disappeared.
Although this Lingguan Hall is not big, it is divided into two floors. Behind an inconspicuous screen, there is a passage leading to the underground. Liu Zheng led the four people to the front of the passage, and there was a slight ray of shadow.
The extremely cold aura immediately came to his face. Xiao Fan had a profound cultivation and was calm and composed. Wen Tianyun's skills resisted. Tan Xuan even shivered.
This shows how powerful this cold and cold smell is.
Xiao Fan asked, "Minister Liu, is the ancestor of the noble school in this underground palace?"
Liu Zheng once said that the ancestors of Maoshan existed in the form of spiritual bodies. A single ghost was suppressed by the spiritual official formation. It was so cold that it was so cold that it showed the spiritual body of this ancestors.
powerful.
"Yes, Zhenren Xiao. That ancestor is Zhenjun Xuanming. He hated evil and was famous all over the world for his divine thunder technique. Under the thunder whip, he killed countless demons and monsters. He was the famous divine thunder ancestor of our Maoshan Sect."
Liu Zheng said here, looking quite proud.
Xiao Fan nodded and said yes.
Liu Zheng opened the restriction of the underground passage, and the yin and cold breath gushed out. A milky white body protection light shield appeared in front of Xiao Fan, and immediately covered the yin and cold energy. Liu Zheng and the other three also had their bodies.
A body guard cover appears to block the cold air.
The underground palace is not very deep. It is just below the statue of Wang Lingguan. It is surrounded by walls made of blue bricks, which are gloomy and cold. Around the center of the palace, there are eight real-life statues of Lingguan.
, standing above the eight stone platforms, holding a thunder whip, holding a hot wheel in his hand, staring at him three times, facing a stone platform in the center.
This stone platform is not small, octagonal, and each corner is facing a statue of Lingguan. The stone platform is surrounded by yin energy and mist.
Although the underground palace is equipped with very bright lights, it still looks extremely dark and cold.
Wen Tian whispered: "This is the spiritual official's devil-subduing formation!"
Tan Xuan's eyebrows were already frowning, and he repeated a little surprised: "Spiritual Official Demon Subduing Array?"
It’s not a surprise to Tan Xuan. Since the ancestors of this underground palace were the True Lord Xuanming of Maoshan, who hated evil as enemies during his lifetime and was a great master of Taoism, why did he use the spiritual official to subdue the demon formation to suppress his ghost?
Xiao Fan's eyes only glanced at the spiritual official's demon-subduing array, and then he stared at the stone platform at the center.
Just above the central stone platform, a bowl was placed. The aura of darkness and extremely cold emanated from this black bowl.
Xiao Fan found out his divine thoughts and planned to find out the truth about the bowl.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched the edge of the spiritual official demon-subduing array, he was blocked by an invisible restriction. Xiao Fan let out a light "hum" and then increased the power of his divine thoughts and broke through the formation.
The banned obstacles covered this ink-black bowl.
The prohibition of the Spirit Official Demon Subduing Array is indeed powerful, but now Xiao Fan's cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Golden Pill, and the power of divine thoughts has increased greatly. Moreover, the Spirit Official Demon Subduing Array is mainly to suppress demons, and the power of divine thoughts is
Isolation is not very good at.
But this divine thought power would touch the edge of the bowl. Suddenly, it sucked quickly into the bowl with a "whip" sound, almost unstoppable. Xiao Fan was shocked and hurriedly used his power to quickly drive the divine thought power.
If I take it back, if I slow down a little, I am afraid that this wisp of divine thought will be swallowed up by the bowl. Although it is not a big problem to lose such a wisp of divine thought, it is also uncomfortable.
The ghost in this bowl is really a bit strange.
Immediately afterwards, Wen Tian and Tan Xuan around him both groaned, and Tan Xuan took a step back, his face changed slightly, and he obviously suffered a small loss when he was caught off guard. Wen Tian's cultivation is deeper than Tan Xuan.
The situation is slightly better.
"Hey, the power of divine thoughts is very powerful, and the reaction is very fast. My friend, what kind of disciple are you from which sect or sect are you?"
Suddenly, a surprised voice sounded from the bowl. It sounded like the voice of a middle-aged man, and it was not very old.
Before Xiao Fan could answer, Liu Zheng shouted angrily: "Demon, I want to harm others again!"
The middle-aged man didn't care, laughed and said, "Liu Zheng, you are not young anymore, why are you still so angry? Day after day, year after year, you have not made any progress. Tsk tsk,
It seems that you will never imagine condensing the golden elixir in your life. If you have to die, you will be a junior in the foundation-building stage.”
In his tone, he seemed to be very familiar with Liu Zheng.
The three senior brothers and sisters looked at each other, quite surprised.
Hearing this tone, this person could not be the ancestor of Maoshan in any case. Otherwise, how could Liu Zheng sternly scold him as a demon? Something must have happened.
Liu Zheng sneered and said, "Demon, can I condense the golden elixir? No need to worry about it. Let me tell you the truth, this time, I specially invited Xiao Fan, the contemporary head of Wuji Sect, Zhenren Xiao and his two fellow senior brothers and sisters.
Come and deal with you. Your doomsday is coming!"
"Wuji Gate?"
The middle-aged man's voice suddenly became sharp, as if he was quite angry and had a faint sense of horror.
"Contemporary head of Wuji Sect? No wonder the power of divine thoughts is quite powerful..."
At this moment, another man's voice sounded in the dark bowl, and it sounded a little older and lower than the previous middle-aged man's voice, with indescribable pressure.
It seems that this person was a person with great power in his lifetime.
Liu Zheng immediately bowed slightly, changed his tone, and said respectfully: "Yes, Master. This is Xiao Fan, the contemporary head of Wuji Sect, Zhenren Xiao. His disciple specially invited him to help deal with the demons."
In the bowl, there were two different ghosts. The one behind the sound was Zhenjun Xuanming.
Xiao Fan and others all showed a sudden enlightenment.
It was just a small bowl that housed two spiritual bodies at the same time. They had never heard of such things before, but now they saw them with their own eyes, and still felt very novel.
"Hmph, this junior from the Golden Pill stage wants to deal with my Master Weiling. Are you dreaming?"
The middle-aged man shouted in anger before, but he lost his calm and composed demeanor just now.
True Lord Xuanming laughed and said, "Old Demon Weiling, if your body was not destroyed and your supernatural powers were in full swing, a junior in the Golden Pill stage would not have the slightest power to fight back in front of you. But now
Is it still the past? You are just a wisp of soul now. You are surviving in this soul-gathering bowl. You may be both physically and spiritually destroyed at any time. You are still bragging here. It’s so shameless!"
The middle-aged man, known as the Demon of Virgin, was even more furious and said with a sneer: "Stinky Taoist, I am a wisp of remnant soul. What do you think you are? Isn't it like me, gathering souls here
I'm surviving in the bowl? For more than a thousand years, have you ever gained the upper hand?"
True Lord Xuanming was not angry and said with a smile: "Old Demon Weiling, I didn't gain any advantage, but I have descendants and are trying to save me. Where are you? Where is your demon baby? I'm afraid
We have been killed by our righteous monks for a long time, right? You are the only one who is still here to show your power. I am really pitiful for you!"
The old demon Weiling couldn't help but sneer and said, "Stinky Taoist, don't coax yourself here. Do you think that with your disciples and disciples who can't even condense the golden elixir, you can do the foundation-building stage juniors who have the lowest cultivation level.
The souls of the two Nascent Soul monks are separated? Don’t dream! We are destined to be a pair of brothers in distress, living and dying together. Rescuing you alone is a pity that you dare to think about it.”
Xiao Fan, who had been listening to their conversation quietly, suddenly spoke and said calmly: "Senior Weiling, although we have never seen such a situation before, how can you be sure that we must not think of a good idea?
”
The old demon Weiling was stunned, then burst into laughter and said disdainfully: "Youngsheng, if it were Li Taixing, if it was the immortal Li Taixing here, I would believe what he said. What are you?
How many generations have he been his disciples?"
Both Wen Tian and Tan Xuan's expressions changed.
Li Taixing in the mouth of the old demon Weiling was well-known to them. He was the 33rd generation master of the Wuji Sect and the junior disciple of the Wuji Sect, respectfully called the ancestor of Taixing.
It sounds like this Master Weiling is actually a monk of the same era as Taixing Patriarch.