I once heard Yanlong's supreme glory, but now under the strict guard, I feel a little more depressed than I should have.
With Linglong leading the way, Bai Yunsheng climbed to the top of the mountain without any hindrance and came to the Lingzun Hall where guards were everywhere.
It was said that Linglong's face had not improved since she went up the mountain. She glanced at Bai Yunsheng with lingering fear and mustered up the courage to say:
"You wait for a while, I will report to Lord Lingzun."
"No need, I will go find him myself."
Bai Yunsheng looked at the main hall and spoke indifferently. When he passed by Linglong, he paused briefly and said to her: "You have good potential, work hard."
call!
After seven kills and three steps, he climbed up the long steps. By the time the guards woke up, Bai Yunsheng had already disappeared outside the palace.
The commotion of the enemy attack came belatedly, and a group of guards rushed into the Lingzun Hall. Only Linglong stood there with an inexplicable expression. She was "still young" and did not understand the meaning of the weird man's words.
After a while, the armored guards who had just rushed in walked out of the hall one after another, each with pale faces, obviously having suffered a lot of blame.
At this time, in the main hall, the Spirit Master pushed away the other people and looked at the young man with green hair and blue eyes in front of him sternly.
"Who are you, sir? Why do you want to come to Lingzun Mountain?"
The spiritual master in a white and green robe looked heroic, but his tone of voice was quite careful.
The opponent appeared in front of him like a god of heavenly weapons, and his cultivation level was definitely not inferior to his, so he ordered all the attendants and guards to retreat to avoid unnecessary casualties.
"I'm here to help you solve your troubles."
After meeting the spirit master himself, Bai Yunsheng slightly confirmed the curse mentioned by the nine-headed demon snake. Judging from the feeling given to him, the cultivation level of this spirit master is at most the first to enter the camp. The strongest is like this, and the others
Needless to say.
"Your Excellency, this is your first time here at Tingyanlong, right? Your tone is quite impressive."
Who is the Spirit Master? Even though Ting Yanlong avoids the world and does not care about worldly affairs, his aura in a high position is no different from that of a strong man in the Central Plains.
"A hundred years ago, Lingqing, one of the two great spiritual masters, betrayed the Lingyan tribe, stole the flute of mercy and proclaimed himself the Spiritual Emperor, and led other tribes to fight against you. Now he has captured most of Tingyanlong's land. And the remaining Lingyan
The tribe has been in the position of overlord for a long time and is impetuous. Its prestige is gradually losing, and its strength is not as strong as that of the tribal coalition. It is only a matter of time before they are defeated."
Bai Yunsheng talked about the overall situation of Ting Yanlong word by word, and the expression on the face of the opposite Lingzun became more and more ugly with every word he said.
The atmosphere in the empty hall suddenly became solemn.
The spiritual master's green karma had gathered in the palm of his hand, and he lowered his voice and shouted:
"Who the hell are you?!"
Bai Yunsheng was unmoved and said indifferently: "Listen, if you don't say what I say a second time, I can help you get back the authority and the flute of mercy."
In the formations he has seen, this can only be regarded as a joke.
The spirit master suppressed a hint of cunning in his fierce eyes and asked:
"Why should I trust you to help me?"
"Because you can't afford to lose anymore."
Silence is gone as soon as it comes.
After thinking for a while, the Spirit Master raised his eyes again and asked: "Then what are your conditions?"
Bai Yunsheng said quickly: "I only want one thing, the oracle spirit stone."
hiss!
A shadowless cold wind flashed across the hall.
The complex eyes of the Spirit Master were filled with anger and viciousness, and he thought to himself: "Where does this guy come from? He actually knows the spirit stones. Does he know the secret of the treasure?"
The Spirit Master hesitated for a moment and then said: "Can you change the conditions?"
It's a pity that Bai Yunsheng has lost the last of his patience.
"Huh, Lingxiao, to tell you the truth, I'm not here to ask you to cooperate, but to give you a chance! I have ten thousand ways to get the Heavenly Oracle Spirit Stone, but you don't have much time. The Lingyan tribe has been defeated many times.
The opposition to you within the clan is growing louder, and it will be a matter of time before your position as Spiritual Lord is lost."
This was the first time in Lingxiao's life that he heard such domineering words.
Every word in Bai Yunsheng's words was like clusters of needles piercing into the depths of his heart, stimulating his proud dignity and temper.
Lingxiao wanted to be angry, but couldn't see the source, wanted to kill, but couldn't find the motive. This weird mentality made the dignified Lingzun have to swallow his anger in front of this stranger whom he met for the first time.
But faced with the cruel reality of Ting Yanlong, after thinking again and again, Lingxiao had to give in and said:
"Okay, I promise you, as long as you can get back the flute of mercy, I will give you the oracle spirit stone with both hands!"
Lord Lingxiao finally chose authority. As for the Kunlun treasure passed down from his ancestors, it was so illusory and elusive that he lost confidence and patience.
"What are you going to do?"
As soon as Lingxiao's words came out of his mouth, Bai Yunsheng had already turned around, and there was only one echo:
"We will find out in three days."
"You haven't told me who you are yet..."
Bai Yunsheng's cold voice was still lingering, and a green shadow flashed across the Lingzun Hall. He disappeared at the exit of the hall in two steps, leaving only a hall that had returned to silence, and the uncontrollable sullenness on Lingxiao's face.
Linghuang Peak.
It is no more than a thousand feet high, and the mountain is covered with black bamboo. When the wind blows, it is like a sea of ink rolling, so it is so spectacular and turbulent.
A hundred years ago, this was just a small place in Tingyanlong, called Heifengling. Everything changed because of the arrival of one person.
On that day, Lingqingzun suddenly descended from the sky and changed its name to Linghuang Peak, openly competing with Lingzun Mountain hundreds of miles away.
night.
Willow branches on the moon.
In the cold mountains, a black shadow passed through the black bamboo forest and hurried towards the top of the mountain.
The journey was smooth and unobstructed, and no guards, either bright or dark, set up any obstacles along the way. Soon, a magnificent golden palace appeared on the top of the mountains, shining like stars in the sky, competing with all the peaks.
Yanhuang Palace, standing at the entrance of the palace and looking around, you can vaguely see the shadow of Lingzun Palace.
The man in black continued to walk into the palace through the two rows of golden-armored soldiers in front of the palace gate without any obstruction.
Half a hundred steps into the hall, there is a ten-foot-long reflecting wall, with a huge Chinese character "Ling" engraved on it, five inches deep. There is a black wood altar under the characters. The vitality is lingering on the platform, and it holds a one-foot horizontal flute, gold and red.
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The man in black turned left from the reflecting wall and walked into the inner hall, knocking on a golden door that was ten feet high.
"You're back."
Surprisingly, the person speaking was a woman.
The woman was dressed in gold and was floating cross-legged on a futon in the middle of the room. There were gold cabinets on the four walls of the room, and the items in the cabinets were very luxurious.
"Lord Spirit Emperor."
The man in black took off his robe and hat. The owner of this face was none other than Ling Shuo, who died in the secret cave of Wudu Ze!
"Will this trip have any results?"
Lingqing opened his eyes, revealing a pair of golden eyes that were so fascinating.
Lingshuo took out a blue spirit stone from his arms and handed it to Lingqing, who had already stood up straight: "The oracle spirit stone is here, but the three of Linghe and the others were buried in the mouth of the nine-headed demon snake."
"Okay, you go down first."
There was no emotion in the demonic eyes of the Spirit King. He put away the oracle spirit stone and sent Ling Shuo away.
"Lord Spirit Emperor, there is one more thing..."
"speak."
Lingshuo hesitated slightly, but still said: "The nine-headed demon snake has entered Tingyanlong."
Lingqing closed his eyes lightly and returned to the state of cultivation.
"I know, let's go down."
After Lingshuo exited the room, Lingqing looked at the spirit stone in his hand for a long time, his face turned unhappy and he murmured:
"What exactly is this treasure? It has made people crazy for hundreds of generations and they are still obsessed with it. Alas... the nine-headed demon snake has reappeared in the world. Could it be that there has been a change in the holy mountain?"
After muttering, a golden flute flew out of Lingqing's sleeve, which looked similar to the horizontal flute offered outside the temple. She hid the spirit stone in the flute and entered meditation again.
However, Lingqing did not expect that the accident would come so quickly.
That night, the tranquility of Linghuang Peak was shattered by bursts of shrill screams. The turmoil of death spread quickly to the entire dark mountain range like ripples.
"There is an enemy attack!"
The information reached Lingqing's ears at the speed of a cheetah pouncing on its prey.
Warnings are everywhere.
A golden-armored guard knelt down in front of the Linghuang Palace, saying in awe and caution: "Lord Linghuang! A monster has invaded Linghuang Peak, and more than a hundred people have been injured or killed!"
"monster?"
The candlelight in the palace gradually became brighter, and Lingqing's indifferent voice of questioning could be heard.
The guard said anxiously: "Qi Linghuang is a demonic beast of unknown origin. It has nine heads. Its cultivation is terrifying. No one in the mountain can stop it."
"call!"
A strong wind blew past his ears, and the guard's eyes blurred, and he could only feel the golden light shining in his eyes. When he raised his head, the palace was closed tightly, but the Spirit Emperor had disappeared.
At this time, under the moon, Linghuang Peak is west.
"stop!"
The cold scolding voice was full of karmic sharpness.
The Spirit Emperor stood in the air holding a golden flute in his left hand, glaring with beautiful eyes at the black figure that had rushed up to the top of the mountain. Several groups of golden armored guards stopped their meaningless "encirclement and suppression" when they saw the Spirit Emperor's arrival, and retreated thirty feet away from the monster.
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"Hydraulic snake?!"
Lingqing stared at the huge black figure who turned around, his voice and expression full of shock, but in this shock there was only shock, not anger; only shock, not horror.
The nine-headed demon snake fluttered its nine huge snake heads, and its eighteen strange snake eyes looked at the Spirit Emperor in the sky in a dark way, and said with some surprise:
"You recognize me?"
Lingqing raised his eyes, looked down at the number of guards who had increased several times, and shouted: "All of you, retreat!"
After the guards retreated inexplicably, she and the demonic snake teleported away at the top of the mountain.