Chapter 157: Seeing the True Face in the Jingxing Palace
At this time, we were separated by an unknown number of Tianzhou Continent from the Yunzhong Sect Mountain Gate.
This is a place where a flying boat floats and the golden palace is densely packed. All kinds of palaces and palaces are like stacked bed frames and houses, thousands of layers of them without knowing where to stop, they are arranged in a staggered order, and they are magnificent and magnificent.
Only this "heaven and earth" seems a little strange. As far as you can see, it seems to be a long and narrow bright space dividing the north and south. It is neither wide nor narrow. It seems that the laws of heaven are concrete, setting off this compact, concise, dense and dense space.
The artistic conception comes.
Outside this space, everything is as deep as ink.
Only by jumping out of the heavy building and standing thousands or hundreds of miles away can we see that this place is actually the middle of two majestic and endless mountain walls. And countless beautiful buildings, jade rooms, and fairy palaces are all floating on the mountain walls.
In the enclosed space, if you are in it, you will naturally feel a sense of oppression of "the heaven and the earth are bound together".
Moreover, the two sides of the mountain wall are endless, and they are blessed with secret techniques so that not even a trace of light is refracted back, so it looks like an infinite black hole, outside the dome.
At this moment, in the 96th hall from bottom to top among the continuous buildings, a young monk sat sideways on the back of a long-tongued ibis bird.
This person has four-faced eyes, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his cultivation has reached the realm of Yuanying. However, he does not have the immortal spirit of a Taoist, but he looks very worried.
The bird originally carried him flying from east to west. But at this moment, there seemed to be a breeze passing by in the air. At this point, the monk suddenly became excited, as if he remembered that there was something important that had not been completed.
From a distance, each palace seems to be connected end to end, dense and crowded. However, in fact, the distance between the two is extremely far. The young monk with thick eyebrows flew away for a while on a green ibis, before he landed in front of an archway and fluttered.
Fluttering spread its wings and flapped it a few times before landing smoothly.
A line of bluestone above the archway looks like a plaque, with four bright characters: Jing Xing Yang Zhi.
The door of this archway was wide open, and the young monk with thick eyebrows in this area had a flash of light in his eyes, and he went inside without hesitation.
But just when he stepped within a few feet, a slightly lazy voice said: "Ding Mingyi."
Ding Mingyi was obviously the name of this young monk. When he heard the sound, he quickly stood up and turned around to look. The person who stopped him was a middle-aged man in colorful clothes and holding a jade gourd.
Judging from the appearance of this person, he is no more than forty or fifty years old. However, the short and neat stubble on his lower jaw is all silver, which makes him appear to be half older. Looking at his Qi, it is clear and clear.
Yun, the wonder of infant transformation, has long since disappeared. It is obvious that he has transcended the barriers of lower monks and reached a very deep realm.
Ding Mingyi did not dare to be negligent and respectfully said: "Uncle Wei."
The middle-aged man said sternly: "If you fight once in Jingxing Palace, you must have half a year of enlightenment before you can absorb all the gains and turn them into your own skills."
"If this old man's memory is not bad, you have already been here forty-three days ago. The opponent you chose to fight at that time was the Ninth True Successor Huo Yuanyu. Ordinarily, you are not too young to enter the Tao. How can you not understand the pursuit of quick success and quick benefits?
, the principle of seeking honor and repaying humiliation? It can be seen that many things are easier said than done, and they all depend on the practice of mind."
Ding Mingyi hesitated for a moment and said: "Uncle Wei taught me a lesson. I just ask him to learn from it. In the last fight, the disciple felt that his performance was not satisfactory, and I am afraid that he did not learn enough from it. Therefore, I am willing to try again today."
The middle-aged man surnamed Wei thought for a while and said: "That's fine."
With a flick of his long sleeves, all the second and third entrance doors in the archway were opened without any obstruction.
Ding Mingyi looked grateful, bowed deeply, and went to the palace.
Walking to the end of the hall door, the field of view changes from narrow to wide. It is actually a huge space, almost like a small world. There is a solitary small room wrapped in it, just like the core of a fruit.
The small room was empty except for the eight statues on the left and right arranged one by one, which were lifelike. Judging from their character, spirit, high spirits, and sharp edge, it was obvious that the person they were imitating was an outstanding figure of the younger generation.
In fact, what can be seen with the naked eye is not sixteen square sculptures, but fourteen. On the left and right, there is something covered by a dazzling screen. Judging from the size and size, each of them has something hidden,
They looked like the same figure. But for some unknown reason, the two statues were covered by a screen.
The brilliance of this screen looks gaudy and vulgar. But monks above the Nascent Soul realm can observe carefully and finally realize how majestic magic power it contains.
Jingxing Hall.
This place is none other than a secret place in the ancestral home of the Holy Cult.
The two sects of Qianyuan and Shangqing have become more and more closely connected over hundreds of thousands of years. Except for the differences in the fundamental dharma and formulas practiced by the disciples, they have since entered the Taoist practice, honed and confirmed, and have communicated with each other, almost like a family. Together with the true transmission of the same generation.
The seniority order and ranking of disciples are also confused.
This "Jingxing Hall" was set up for the lesser talented disciples of the Holy Religion Ancestral Court. Over the past 100,000 years, the Holy Religion Ancestral Court has made great contributions to cultivating talents and improving their progress. Not only that, this
The method of the temple is much less complicated than the Yin sect's "Chongtai" and "Explanation of Tao" meetings.
To say that the origin of this temple is that it is a branch of the Shinto method established by Tao Zun of the Shangqing Sect.
Every few thousand years as a generation, the genius disciples in the ancestral court who are expected to achieve the Tianxuan Realm are the true successors. The total number is between twelve and sixteen.
And with the help of this secret technique that has a deep connection with the Shinto method, absorbing a little bit of Qi from this true disciple, and then relying on external objects, it is enough to cast a statue whose achievements are exactly the same as his own.
What's even more amazing is that even if the true disciple's personal skills have become higher and deeper since then, the statue has also grown simultaneously, just like a mirror turning, without any deviation.
But there is one thing. This statue body can only be effective in this space in Jingxing Hall. If it is moved elsewhere, it will be no different from ordinary clay and wood sculptures.
With this hall, more than a dozen of the most accomplished true disciples in the ancestral court of the Holy Cult are always honing their skills here. If someone wants to fight with it for the sake of advancement, it is no different from fighting against a real person;
One can imagine how valuable it is.
However, people who are qualified to enter the palace are also very outstanding people among the younger generation. For example, Ding Mingyi, it is easy to achieve the realm of Buxu and Lihe in the future. Even if there is an unexpected opportunity, it is not impossible to reluctantly become a Taoist.
The number of disciples at this level, from top to bottom of the sect, is only over 200.
At this time, Ding Mingyi was standing in front of the fifth statue on the left.
The man in front of me is tall and slender, with sallow complexion and deep-set eye sockets. He may look unattractive, but his eyes are so sharp that ordinary people would not dare to touch them directly.
This aura is no different from that of a statue, it is clearly the same as a real person.
This person was the opponent that Ding Mingyi challenged more than forty days ago, the Ninth True Successor Huo Yuanyu. At that time, Ding Mingyi was defeated by him after only twenty-five breaths of fighting.
In front of the statue of "Huo Yuanyu", there was a jade disc as thin as a cicada's wing and the size of a palm. Ding Mingyi thought for a moment and reached out to catch it.
This jade disc is the mechanism that activates the "Huo Yuanyu" sculpture. Just rotate it once, and the "Huo Yuanyu" will jump off the stage and fight with Ding Mingyi.
But Ding Mingyi held the jade plate with three fingers, but for some strange reason it didn't move.
After walking a few steps further and looking at the two screens on the left and right, Ding Mingyi's mind became inexplicably active.
Following tens of thousands of years of rules, the true disciples of the "Jingxing Hall" shape their bodies, allowing them to be challenged by disciples who are only half a step away from the realm of subtle mysticism.
However, this generation had a slight surprise. It was said that the top two true statues were completed within a few days, but an order was sent to put these two statues on hold for the time being, and wait until the time is right to consider whether to announce them to the public.
There was a lot of discussion at the time, and Ding Mingyi's fellow disciples all secretly thought that these two people had practiced the secret magic power recently created by the two Taoist masters, and they were temporarily isolated in order to keep the secret.
Now we only know that the one on the left, whose surname is Li, comes from the Qianyuan sect, and the one on the right, whose surname is Xi, comes from the Shangqing sect. In addition, all the information about the two, teachers, relatives and friends,
All the worldly conditions before entering the Tao are completely hidden, and it seems that they are not enough for outsiders.
Ding Mingyi entered the "Jingxing Palace" today. In fact, he did not have a strong fighting spirit, but rather went with the flow.
At this moment, he was standing between the two screens in the first row. He had no ambition to compete with the two of them. He just suddenly felt curious and wanted to know this extremely mysterious power.
What kind of dignified appearance does he have?
Logically speaking, this idea is really unbelievable and should be dismissed with a smile. But for some reason, this idea in Ding Mingyi's mind became more and more intense and completely uncontrollable. It was almost the same as being possessed by the inner demon when breaking through the realm.
Ding Mingyi was extremely upset, her chest was burning like firewood, and she couldn't help but scream at the top of her voice.
This angry scream seemed to have moved something foreign, and Ding Mingyi only felt a slight pain on his body.
Suddenly, a half-foot-long gash was opened in the skin on the back of Ding Mingyi's neck, and two clouds of wind that seemed to be made of gravel came out of his wound. The two clouds of wind swelled, condensed, and turned into two projectiles, fiercely
Hit the two screens on the left and right!
Everyone can tell at a glance that the two screens are extraordinary defensive treasures. However, with one blow after taking these two pills, they are like paper and instantly turn into crumbs.
Behind the screen, two true faces also appeared.
On the left, the real person named Shouri is tall and mighty, but his complexion is extremely white. He can be called ice muscle and jade bone, revealing a breathtaking contrast, as if he is dense and majestic at the same time.
Beauty.
As for the real person opposite, surnamed Xi, she is a simple and graceful woman, with restrained sharpness, long eyelashes slightly closed, and she seems to be focused and thoughtful.
"Ding Mingyi, what are you doing?"
A loud shout filled with great majesty came. It was the middle-aged man surnamed Wei who heard something strange and entered the palace. The old man was like a ghost and a god, raising his hands and feet to contain great power, turning into a dragnet to capture Ding Mingyi.
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At this moment, Ding Mingyi was in a trance, her head was dizzy, she didn't know where she was, let alone that she had caused a huge disaster.
What's more, even if he is sane and clear, the two people's cultivation levels are very different, and they can't escape the end of being captured.
But at this moment, something changed again!
The wound on the back of Ding Mingyi's neck flashed with light, and a gray ghost figure suddenly emerged. When facing the wind, it transformed into a height of several feet, like a giant bear. It opened its bloody mouth and swallowed Ding Mingyi into its belly.