Jingwu: "Amitabha, it turned out to be the ancestor of Jing."
Jingyue: "Have you returned to Sanjie Temple?"
Jing Wu slowly shook his head, "Never."
Jingyue is even more puzzled, Jingwu is no longer in the realm of Jindan, "Do you also need Tianyinguo?"
Jingwu: "My realm is always unstable after I breed Dream Demons. Although Tianyinguo is the most effective for Jindan cultivators, it also has a certain effect on the Zifu period, but the effect is much worse. Now there is no other way, so I will come here. Give it a try."
Jing Yue gave him a thoughtful look, always feeling that the matter was not simple.
Maybe Jingwu also came for the secret of Four Elephants Villa, but he didn't want to talk about it.
At this time, there were many people around the Tianyin Tree. Jing Yue glanced at it. There were one or two hundred Jindan cultivators, and there were a few Zifu cultivators among them, which at least proved that Jingwu did not lie.
However, it may be because Tianyinguo is not a rare treasure. Although everyone is a competitor, the atmosphere is still happy.
After another half a column of incense, a handsome monk in a red robe came down to the Tianyin Tree surrounded by the disciples of Sixiang Villa, without saying a lot of nonsense, "My distinguished guests, I am the fourth. Mo Qianyun, the head of Xiangshanzhuang, the Tianyin fruit has matured today, and then it depends on who has a relationship with it."
He made a gesture, and a disciple put down a futon ten feet away from the Tianyin Tree. The disciple said, "Please do not exceed the distance of the futon when you attract the Tianyin Tree, otherwise it may be disturbed."
If the Tianyin tree is disturbed, the Tianyin fruit will wither directly.
This has always been the case, and there is no objection.
Disciple: "Who wants to come first?"
A virgin nun took out a guqin, "Let me try it."
She walked to the futon, sat down cross-legged, put the guqin on her knees, and closed her eyes. After a while, her fingertips were gently twisted, and the melodious piano sound followed.
Mo Qianyun in front of him showed an expression of enjoyment, Jing Yue stared at him distractedly, and did not feel any sign of practicing magic from him.
Jing Yue turned his eyes to Wei Zhentu and shook his head slightly.
The latter frowned and said nothing.
Both of them were absent-minded, but many monks were quite intoxicated. Someone beside them said in a low voice, "This is Fairy Qiqin. Her music is very famous in our Xia Nanzhou. It is said that it can make dead trees grow flowers."
"It turned out to be her. I've heard it before. Her piano is not only charming, but also capable of killing people."
The two only said a few words, then calmed down and focused on appreciation.
It's a pity that, no matter how beautiful the sound of the Qiqin Fairy is, the Tianyin flower has no intention of blooming at all, and it is still tightly closed, wrapping the mature Tianyin fruit in the flower heart.
Fairy Qiqin knew that she was hopeless, sighed, and stood up with her qin in her arms, "I have no luck with this fruit, so let's see what you guys are up to."
"Then I'll try it."
The speaker was a big man with a thick waist and round shoulders. He took out more than 20 kinds of musical instruments from his Qiankun bag and manipulated them alternately with hands, mouths and feet.
But even Jing Yue, who was unfamiliar with the rhythm, knew that the big man had no drama. Although his music was complex and orderly, it was far less beautiful than that of Qiqin Fairy.
Next, dozens of people tried, slipped all the instruments, and even sang, but everyone returned without success.
Seeing that the sun is about to set in the west and the Tianyinhua is not blooming, everyone is a little anxious, and even the music played by someone shows a bit of impetuousness.
At this time, Jing Wu took a step forward and said, "Let me calm down for you all."
He walked slowly to the futon, lifted his robe and sat down, clasped his hands together, and uttered a Sanskrit sound in his mouth.
Sound is just the simplest six-character mantra. Every sentence is uninterrupted and has its own rhythm, which makes people gradually settle down and relax slowly.
There seemed to be a lotus pond in front of everyone, the pond water was clear and the lotus reflected the sun.
There is a lotus platform in the pond, and a golden Buddha sits on the lotus platform.
Suddenly, the golden light of ten thousand zhang descends, and in the light, thousands of Buddhas and thousands of Bodhisattvas are transformed, which can illuminate the emptiness of the five aggregates, and save all suffering.
All those who heard the Sanskrit sound felt that their desires were fading away, and they felt at ease and happy in their hearts.
Even Jing Yue closed his eyes halfway, enjoying this short-lived peace, while Lan Feng leaned in his arms obediently and fell into a deep sleep.
Suddenly, a sudden voice sounded.
"Many thanks to Master Jingwu, but Tianyinguo has not responded, and it is useless for Master to continue."
Everyone suddenly woke up, Jing Yue looked up and saw Mo Qianyun's face was pale, as if he had been seriously injured, and he looked particularly ugly. And some of the disciples beside him were just like him, their faces were as white as paper.
Could it be because of the Sanskrit sound of pure enlightenment
Jing Yue's heart froze, and he secretly became vigilant.
Jing Wu was also not angry, got up and said, "Amitabha, I want to call me back to the other side, but I can't save the other side."
His words were inexplicable, but Jingyue saw a flash of panic in Mo Qianyun's eyes, which was immediately replaced by fierceness. In another instant, there was no emotion at all.
Jing Yue confirmed his speculation again, Jing Wu had something in his words just now, and it really had another purpose.
After that, the atmosphere in the field changed, and it was a little restless at first, but now everyone is safe, and some people even laughed: "My rhythm is normal, I can't get Tianyin Fruit, but it will take more time. It is enough to stabilize the realm, why bother to force it?"
After saying that, he bowed to Jing Wu, and then said goodbye and left.
Jing Yue couldn't leave. He was quite obsessed with Tianyinguo, so he hesitated a little and sat on the futon.
He didn't have a good musical instrument, and half of his singing was not in tune, but he could say a few allegro.
Jing Yue thought for a while and activated the spell.
There were faint fluctuations in the spiritual energy, but the surroundings were still silent, and no one heard anything.
While everyone was puzzled, suddenly, there was a loud noise in the distance! People were shocked, only to see a waterfall pouring down on the green hill in the distance, splashing water everywhere, a rainbow bridge was reflected in the sunset, and the cloud-like waterfall fell into the valley and stream, naturally arousing the gravel and ice-cream. Voice.
Immediately, people heard the gurgling sound of running water again, the sound was as pure as snow in the morning, and the whole world was pure white, without dust.
The next moment, rain suddenly fell in the sky, the rain was dripping, falling on the stones, hitting the branches, and ringing on the eaves, like a piece of natural music.
The raindrops are fast and slow, blending with the sounds of waterfalls and streams, harmonious but not messy. These waters seem to have life and know how to deliver the most wonderful rhythm.
In the crowd, everyone had a faint smile on their face, which was a kind of joy from the heart. They felt that the surrounding spiritual energy was full of a lot, and some cultivators with water spiritual roots were keenly aware that water spiritual energy was unusually active.
Wei Zhentu looked at Jingyue with his eyes closed on the futon, the smile on his lips never faded, and his eyes became more serious.
"Ah! Look!"
There was a low voice behind him, Wei Zhentu looked away reluctantly, only to see the pure white nine-petal flower on the Tianyin tree, quietly opening a crack.
From the beginning to the end, Tianyinhua reacted to the sound for the first time.
Everyone watched intently, but unfortunately, perhaps too many eyes made it shy, and the petals finally closed.
Jing Yue sighed, he had tried his best.
Fortunately, Lan Feng was influenced by Sanskrit, and still slept soundly at this moment, otherwise he was afraid of making trouble.
When the afterglow of the sunset faded and the moon poked his head out from the clouds, Wei Zhentu looked at the full moon in the sky, and suddenly said to Jingyue, "Ajing, would you like to pick a leaf for me?"
Jing Yue: "Can't you pick it yourself?"
As if Wei Zhentu didn't hear it, he pointed at the green plants under the moonlight and said, "Just that Whispering Grass."
Jing Yue didn't know why, and felt that Wei Zhentu's mind was sometimes abnormal, but he wouldn't take such trivial matters to his heart, so he folded his fingers, and a blade of Whispering Grass was caught between his fingertips.
Wei Zhentu: "You said you don't understand the rhythm, then let me try it for you, and you listen to me."
Jing Yue: ? ? ? ?
I can't understand what the other person is saying!
I saw Wei Zhentu walking to the futon, but instead of sitting down, he cupped his hands at the Tianyin Tree, and put the leaf Jingyue gave him to his lips, but what he played was not music. But the crisp bird song.
As the sun sets, the tired birds return to the forest.
The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the mountain wind is rustling.
There is the sound of autumn insects crawling over the grass, the sound of beasts stopping by the lake to fetch water, the flowers blooming, the grass growing, the wind blowing over the rock wall, and a white moonlight.
Yes, Moonlight.
Lonely Qinghui descended from the sky, and Wei Zhentu was shrouded in light and shadow, like the son of the bright moon, ordering the sleeping creatures to sing for him.
Someone suddenly woke up and said, "This is... Guan Qishan!"
"Yes! It's Guan Qishan's full moon and wind returning to the wall!"
Jingyue was puzzled, but Lan Feng woke up at the right time and jumped up and said, "Guan Qishan, every full moon, the night wind will blow over the rock wall and make strange noises, um, that's how it is now. "
"So it is." Jing Yue looked at Wei Zhentu and thought to himself that the other party said that he was not interested in Tianyinguo, but he still prepared very carefully, but relying on a leaf, even Guan Qishan was created.
Great!
Wei Zhentu seemed to notice his gaze, turned his head slightly, and the two looked at each other from a distance, neither of them could see what was hidden in the other's eyes.
But suddenly, Jing Yue's eyes staggered from it. He stared at the Tianyin tree behind Wei Zhentu, and saw the nine-petaled flower on the top of the tree, which was more innocent than white snow, and gradually opened a petal.
Immediately, another petal.
One more petal.
…
The full nine petals bloomed in one breath, revealing an ice-blue round fruit.
At that moment, everyone was addicted to it, quietly watching Wei Zhentu wave Tianyinguo into his sleeve.
But at this moment, the Tianyin Tree cracked open, and a black tower with a height of more than ten stories rose from the ground, involving all the monks in the field!
Lan Feng was thrown out suddenly and fell to the ground.
It was still unhappy that Wei Zhentu was slapped in the face, but suddenly the world was spinning, and then the scene was gone, and he was bounced back.
Lan Feng was so flustered that she wanted to rush over, but she felt like she was being picked up.
"Yo, there's a fish that slipped through the net... Oh no, chicken." Mo Qianyun's mouth curved, his expression seemed a little naive, but what he said scared Lan Feng half to death, "My hell magic tower. There are also spiritual beasts that cannot be captured? What are you? Are you a divine beast?"
"Quick, let go of Ben Feng! Ben Feng is super fierce!" Lan Feng said while crying.
However, Mo Qianyun only heard a few "chirps". Seeing Lan Feng's stupidity, he laughed loudly: "I'm still crying. I'll cry now, and there will be times when you cry... ah!"
Mo Qianyun threw Lan Feng away suddenly, covered his eyes with both hands, blood dripped from his fingers, he screamed: "My eyes!!"
Lan Feng blew out a blade and tried to escape, but felt a force hit it. Lan Feng was knocked to the ground and rolled a few times. There was severe pain in his wings, and he could no longer move.
I saw a disciple beside Mo Qianyun saying: "Sect Master Mo, don't waste time, just set up the formation quickly, this flat-haired beast will come and clean up later."
Mo Qianyun let go of his hand, and a deep wound was drawn across his left eye, destroying his original delicate appearance and looking a bit hideous.
He glared at Lan Feng on the ground and said, "Here it is, hehe, my Eighteenth Hall Master is finally ready!"
At this time, Jingyue was standing on a gray-brown ground, surrounded by surging demonic energy, and there was a stone tablet six or seven feet high at the extreme eye, with a letter "waiting for work".
... waiting to live? If he remembers correctly, it is one of the eighteen hells in the Buddhist hell realm - the living hell.
There are eighteen levels of hell in Buddhism, including eight hot hells, eight cold hells, wandering hells, and lonely hells, but it is not one level straight to the next level, hells are not divided into levels, but are divided according to sin and time. .
The living hell is one of the eight hot hells, with a full sentence of 1620 billion years.
"Ajing?!"
Jing Yue turned around and saw that Wei Zhentu was not far away, and there were a few scattered cultivators around, with a blank expression on their faces.
Wei Zhentu obviously understood where they were, and said, "I guessed that there is something wrong with the Four Elephants Villa. The black tower just now must be the treasure of the Demon Sect. Most of this place is not the real hell, but the dark Eighteen hells imitated by the tower."
Jingyue wanted to ask Jiji what is the black tower? But he found that Jiji didn't follow up. He could feel that Jiji was still alive, but there was an invisible barrier that prevented it from communicating with Jiji's consciousness.
Jiji being alone makes him anxious. Although it is good at avoiding danger, but now that he has been ingested by the black tower, Jiji is very likely to take risks!
Jingyue only hoped that Jiji would be as cowardly as before, and run away quickly in case of danger.
At this time, a true monarch of Zifu stepped forward and said, "But Patriarch Jing of the Cold Cloud Sect?"
Jing Yue didn't want to greet him, and said directly: "I know you have many questions, so do I, but we have been taken into the black tower now, we can only find a way to get out as soon as possible, otherwise, we will definitely be caught by the devil in the black tower. erosion."
Zifu Zhenjun: "How are we going to get out? Also, there are hundreds of monks in the Liingyin Pavilion, and there are even a few Zifu, why are we the only ones left?"
"They may have fallen into several other hells." Jing Yue thought for a while, "The only way to get out is to break through the black tower. After all, this is not a real hell, it's just a magic weapon."
True Monarch Zifu: "That being said, it seems that there is a law of its own here, and, where do we start? Are we going to destroy waiting?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that hell began to vibrate, and a sharp cry sounded, piercing their eardrums like a needle.
Everyone covered their ears, but they still couldn't resist. The cries sounded directly in their consciousness. Only Jingyue's spiritual sense was strong, but it had no effect.
Immediately, clumps of white flames rose from the surface, and the hell quickly became hot. The monks could only use their spiritual power to protect themselves, but the spiritual power consumption was huge every moment, as if a hand was madly robbing them. 's vitality.
In the smoke, many beasts appeared, biting and killing frantically until they were exhausted and died. However, there is still a cold wind blowing from time to time in the blazing heat.
Jing Yue carefully distinguished and found that these beasts were all spirit beasts. Spiritual beasts have always been human and close to people, but now their eyes are red and their behavior is violent, which is not worse than that of fierce beasts.
He remembered that Lan Feng had said that he had heard the call for help from the spirit beasts, and Wei Zhentu mentioned that the Beast Castle no longer sells spirit beasts to the Sixiang Villa.
Cold sweat instantly covered his forehead, and Jing Yue suddenly remembered something he had heard in his previous life.
At that time, there was a cultivator in the magic way, who accidentally got a treasure, and once it was refined, he could control the eighteen hells.
In order to refine the treasure, the loose cultivator put 9,999 Jindan cultivators into hell as evil spirits, and tortured them with the punishment of each layer of hell, turning their anger into dead qi, and their spiritual qi into evil qi, so as to support them. Treasure. Later, the strength of the scattered cultivator improved, and he wanted to capture the 18 Zifu cultivators and go to hell, but unfortunately he fell short, and the treasure was destroyed.
In the eighteen hells, each punishment is extremely cruel, very imaginable and bearable, not to mention these spirit beasts!
Could it be that the black tower is actually the treasure of the magic way he heard
If this is the case, it is natural that Lan Feng can't come in. It is born from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and it cannot be refined by a magic tower at all.
Just when he was stunned for a moment, the spirit beasts who had long become evil spirits fought with many monks.
In front, a spirit beast rushed towards Jingyue at an extremely fast speed. It looked like a wild boar, but its appearance was much cuter than an ordinary wild boar. This kind of spirit beast is called the Little Fragrant Spirit Pig. It can control the earth spirit power during battle, and can attack and defend. It has always been favored by low-level monks.
But at the moment, only killing is in its eyes.
Jingyue did not dodge or evade, and with his fingers Ningbing, chopped its body into two pieces.
A gust of wind passed, Xiaoxiang Lingzhu let out a scream, and its back body grew out again, and continued to rush towards Jingyue.
Evil ghosts can't be killed, only supernatural!
Jing Yue was about to cast a spell, but he stabbed a trident from the side, and he realized that there were some human-shaped phantoms in the smoke. death" word.
-jailer!
Jing Yue took a step back and shot the icicle to attack the jailer.
Although the jailer was injured by Jing Yue, he didn't have any anger or fear, he just raised his trident dumbly and stabbed the little fragrant pig. He is like a manipulated puppet, performing every action numbly. In his opinion, the evil spirits turned into spirit beasts are as sinful as the monks who broke in. There is no need to identify them, and they don't care about the results. Just punish.
Xiaoxiang Lingzhu died, karma resurrected it, and was assassinated again, again and again, endlessly.
This is waiting to live in hell - all life and ten thousand deaths in an instant.
"Senior Brother Shaoyang!"
Jing Yue suddenly heard Wei Zhentu's shout, frowned, and came to the other side, "Is it your missing senior brother?"
Wei Zhentu's face was solemn, and his eyes were a little anxious, "Exactly, but there is only one, and the other is still missing."
As soon as the voice fell, Senior Brother Shaoyang, whom Wei Zhentu spoke of, had already attacked, Wei Zhentu dodged from time to time, and there was always room for him to attack.
Jing Yue: "What are you doing? They have been refined into jailers, and they can't be killed at all, let alone keep your hands!"
Wei Zhentu paused and said, "Why don't I know?"
So without hesitation, he waved out a picture book, which contained the formation he branded, and instantly dispersed "Senior Brother Shaoyang".
Wei Zhentu sighed, "No wonder so many Jindan cultivators are missing, presumably they were all thrown in, what exactly is the black tower?"
"If I'm not mistaken, the black tower is called Hell Demon Tower. It was originally destroyed, but perhaps it was not completely destroyed, and it was accidentally taken by Sixiang Villa." Jing Yue analyzed slowly: "In the beginning, The magic tower is fragile and may not be able to withstand the attack from the monks from the inside. In addition, Mo Qianyun's cultivation base was not high at that time, how could he easily capture the Jindan cultivator? Therefore, the Four Elephants Villa chose the spirit beast. Later, with the stability of the magic tower , his cultivation base has improved, and his goals have gradually changed."
"And now, the eighteen hells have all been repaired, and he has taken us into it, and he considers himself safe."
At this time, the Zifu Zhenjun also came over and said, "Mo Qianyun used Tianyinguo as bait to lure us to the Four Elephants Villa. It can be seen that he has a plan. But in the past, he was secretive, this time With such a big battle, are you not afraid that many forces will come to your door to ask for someone?"
Jing Yue: "Of course he's not afraid. I guess he wants to refine some of us into the Eighteenth Hall Master."
Wei Zhentu: "What do you mean?"
Jingyue: "You and I both know that there are eighteen hall masters in hell, each holding a hall. Since the magic tower is a replica of hell, it is naturally the same. Now there are spirit beasts turned into evil ghosts, and the former Jindan cultivator has become a jailer. Only the eighteen hall masters and the underworld masters are missing."
Wei Zhentu was startled, "Mo Qianyun wants to be the Lord of the Underworld?"
Jingyue: "Only by becoming the lord of the underworld can you completely control this world. Once the various divisions return to their positions, the magic tower will be fully recovered. As the master of the underworld, he will be integrated with the magic tower. As long as he hides in the tower, who can take him?"
Zifu Zhenjun: "Can't people from outside break the tower?"
Jing Yue: "You and I were just in the Listening Pavilion. Have you ever felt the existence of the magic tower? One of the reasons why the hell magic tower is a treasure is that it can hide itself and transfer instantly."
The True Monarch of Zifu had already heard about the erudition of the ancestor of the Cold Cloud Sect. After all, he had obtained the successor of Jingyuan Daozu, so he did not ask any further questions, but lowered his head and pondered.
On the contrary, Wei Zhentu was puzzled, "Since he is looking for the Eighteen Hall Masters, why did he capture us all? Wouldn't it be just right to refine eighteen people directly?"
Jing Yue: "The stronger the hall master, the stronger the magic tower. I guess he wants us to kill each other, and the winner will naturally be the hall master."
If you fail, you will die here, become a jailer, or even an evil spirit!
Wei Zhentu of course understood what Jing Yue said, and he laughed mockingly, "Yes, there is a lot of magic here, and over time, it will contaminate the soul and gradually make people lose consciousness, so why not kill each other?"
He shut his mouth sharply, with a thoughtful look on his face.
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Daoyou Wei: I am very tired every day, but I am thick-skinned.
Little rouge honey smiles: No, you are far behind.
Jingjing: ? ? do not know.
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Jingjing: Didn't you say that you don't care about Tianyinguo? Why so much preparation
Daoyou Wei: I am a boy who is serious about everything. Even if I don’t care that much, as long as I do it, I will do my best.
Jiji: You look like some scheming students in some small realms, obviously reading until five in the morning, and the next day's exam is calm and calm, saying, I went to bed early yesterday and wasn't ready.
Daoyou Wei:…