A few days ago, the inheritance of the ancient demon sect opened.
A beam of light rose into the sky on the gravel beach, and the magic cultivator and the Daxueshan people directly faced each other. Just when Liang Qianshan received a call, and sneered that he wanted to destroy the inheritance beam, Liang Qianshan suddenly felt a stagnation in his chest.
The real yuan operation is not so smooth.
A few demon cultivators led by Ji Hong laughed hideously behind the masks.
- As a reborn, Ji Hong dared to come to collect the treasure without fear, of course, after careful planning.
Ji Hong first carefully selected fellow travelers. He began to consciously win over these demon cultivators seven or eight years ago, gave them advice, and helped them solve their urgent needs. One of the forces, every time they compete with other small forces, they can get benefits, and they are sincerely convinced of Ji Hong's plan to develop these magic cultivators.
Among these magic cultivators, there is only one woman.
Of course, this was also intentional by Ji Hong. He had already thought of the Beixuan secret treasure, but if he wanted to get the secret treasure, he had to trigger the inheritance of the demon sect that blocked the road. There are many organs to guard the treasure, and there are thousands of Yuan Ying puppets and thousands of ghost beasts as guards as in the legend.
They just put the treasure in a box and bury it at the gate of the underground palace.
Then, a Demon Sect inheritance was arranged on the outermost side.
One day, inheritance is triggered, and people rush into the depths of the underground palace to look for ancient books, magic weapons, and even the bones of ancient demons. Who will look at the gate of the underground palace
The Beixuan faction recorded the news of the secret treasure on a tripod, and this record was discovered by Venerable Huanjian after many years after the secret treasure came into existence. Previously, this bronze tripod, which has been circulating for thousands of years and a symbol of imperial power in the world, has been placed in the Taimiao Temple.
Ji Hong not only knew the secret of the tripod, but also knew what the inheritance of the demon sect was—the Bai Miasma Gate of the Ancient Southern Wilderness, as the name suggests, made good use of miasma.
In the previous life, he directly overturned a group of cultivators who were attracted by the beam of light. Fortunately, the miasma had become less toxic due to the long years. In the end, everyone lay on the ground together for a few days, and then slowly they were able to move.
- There are very few poisons in the world that can affect cultivators in the Mahayana period, but miasma is not among them.
Seeing the drastic change in the face of the almighty Snow Mountain Master, sitting cross-legged in mid-air and working hard to tease, the magic cultivators who came along with Ji Hong burst into laughter.
Daxue Shanmen felt that it was too late, staggered and fell one by one.
"Master Ji Hong, do we have one knife?"
From Daxueshanmen people cut one by one from low to high, how happy it is!
No one foolishly suggested cutting down Liang Qianshan. The thin dead camel is bigger than the horse, let alone the masters of the Mahayana period, even if a cultivator in the Nascent Soul period is annoyed, if he does not detox and changes his true essence, they will be extremely happy and sad.
"Hahaha!"
The unscrupulous demon cultivator did what he said, the blue dagger swept past, blood spurted out, and a Taoist twitched in pain, but he was unable to even scream loudly because of the miasma.
"Don't do this." Ji Hong stopped his companions with a smile, "It's not easy for you Dao brothers to cultivate hard for many years. Today, it's enough for us to kill some disciples in the foundation-building period. I am the most afraid of trouble. If you have a master , please tell me, I will definitely let you go, I am afraid of revenge!"
Several demon cultivators grinned at the same time, picked up the Taoist monks who were wearing low-level disciple costumes at will, and the daggers were compared between their throats and their hearts.
"I...I have a master."
"I have that too."
These poor bastards made weak voices. Some of them must be telling lies, but some of them are telling the truth.
Ji Hong smiled and watched as a guy who was looking forward to staring in the distance and constantly shouting for master had his throat cut.
"Don't deceive me, why didn't your master answer you?"
More people were dragged out, and some Daoists in the Jindan stage and Nascent Soul stage couldn't bear it, stopped breathing, opened their eyes and stretched out their hands to their crying apprentices. Ji Hong also kept his promise and threw these people back immediately, but more people turned a deaf ear and wanted to expel the miasma from the body.
"Young Master Ji Hong." A demon cultivator was alert to Liang Qianshan, who was silent.
"Don't worry, during the battle of catastrophe, even the immortals couldn't resist the miasma from the Hundred Miasma Gate. It's impossible to suppress the poison in a short time."
Ji Hong said it easily, but doubts arose in his heart.
- He didn't believe that Venerable Huanjian, who valued the treasure, didn't send someone to follow them.
The miasma shrouded the area for several miles, and those who followed in secret should also fall. Why has there been no movement yet
At this moment, Liang Qianshan suddenly opened his eyes, his expression was fierce, and he waved his hand lightly.
A blue rainbow traversed several demon cultivators, Ji Hong stepped back in horror, but it was too late, the cold sword energy came in an instant, the evil ghost mask on his face was split in half, and the center of his eyebrows was a little red.
The sword edge stopped not far in front of his eyes.
A hand grabbed the blade of the sword, and the blade vibrated.
There was a bloodstain on Ji Hong's face, and without the mask, he also fell to the ground with his feet soft after the miasma entered his body.
At this time, the rigid bodies of the demon cultivators exploded into a cloud of blood and scattered on the gravel beach.
"Venerable Huanjian!" Liang Qianshan said word by word.
Everyone in the Daxue Mountain Gate was shocked: It is the second sage of the magic cultivator! The old enemy of this sect, the culprit who drove Qiankunguan out of the Central Plains three hundred years ago? !
Many people lying on the ground were unable to raise their heads, and could not see the appearance of this Demon Venerable at all.
Ji Hong looked at Mozun's back in horror.
- It turns out that Venerable Huanjian did not send anyone to follow them, he came directly! !
Ji Hong quickly filtered through his words and deeds these days in his mind, lest there be any flaws.
"Liang Qianshan, you have already inhaled miasma. Even if you secretly learned the Beixuan sect's exercises, what you have learned is superficial. If you want to suppress the toxicity and fight me, I'm afraid it won't work."
Venerable Huanjian was wearing a black robe, and his face was also covered.
His hoarse and low voice made Liang Qianshan angry.
Venerable Huanjian said leisurely: "I won't kill your disciples, so don't worry about it. Stay here with me, wait for the end of the inheritance, and the secret treasure will appear in the world."
"Are you crazy?" Liang Qianshan blurted out.
He was furious and couldn't imagine why Venerable Huanjian pointed out the news of the Beixuan secret treasure in public.
Ji Hong looked at Liang Qianshan like a fool: Once Venerable Huanjian obtained the Beixuan Secret Treasure, wouldn't the news be immediately spread by Liang Qianshan and known to the world? That being the case, why did Venerable Huanjian hide the news
For the safety of Beixuan's secret treasure, Mozun can't kill Liang Qianshan and kill him now - it's urgent, the self-destruction of the Mahayana cultivators is not a joke.
Liang Qianshan angrily retracted his sword and started to expel the poison with all his strength.
The days and nights passed quickly, and I saw the beam of light getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared without a trace.
Liang Qianshan and Venerable Huanjian turned into light and shadow at the same time and disappeared at the entrance of the cave.
As soon as they entered, they saw that the white centipede rubbed his forehead and just stood up, while the masked Li hairpin, the female nun who was specially brought by Ji Hong, was holding a red box sluggishly, knelt on the ground and kept mumbling. He murmured to himself: "How come, how can the Bei Xuan secret treasure be this..."
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A few days later, Yuzhou.
The sky was bright, and the last ray of spiritual energy around Chen He entered his body, and slowly opened his eyes.
Outside the small courtyard, the maid-like puppet waited respectfully with a hot satin scarf on. It didn't take long for the door to be pushed open. After reading the memory and reading the little black tent, Chen He rushed out, only to find that his senior brother was not there.
Chen He swallowed the joyful voice, and crept to the window of his senior brother to take a peek.
The gap in the window lattice was enough for Chen He to see Shi Feng sitting on the couch with his eyes down.
Chen He couldn't help but feel guilty. He only thought about his cultivation being diligent and his meridians being healed, but he almost forgot that his brother was disturbed by the demons and broke his mouth. I'm afraid it will take a while to cultivate.
He tiptoed out of the small courtyard again, and turned to ask the puppet who had been following behind him: "Senior brother, what are your orders?"
The puppet shook his head stiffly.
"I will protect my brother." Chen He took the opportunity to sit under the big tree in the courtyard.
After casually wiping his face with the satin towel, he continued to ponder the gestures of psychic.
But sitting still, calm, no change in the body's inner breath, no feeling of pinching and pinching.
Chen He stood up and tiptoed quietly, peeking at Shi Feng's room again.
"What are you looking at?" Shi Feng was standing behind him at some point.
Chen He subconsciously put his hands behind him, and said honestly, "Look at Senior Brother."
"After going out for a walk, I still need your Dharma protector?" Shi Feng patted his junior brother's head and found that his hair was messed up. He sighed silently, and took out the comb from the mustard seed magic weapon.
The boy's slightly low stature is just right for standing with his hair tied.
Chen He turned around obediently, squinted his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of brushing his hair lightly with his comb teeth. Senior brother's craftsmanship is really good.
"It was trained on your head." Shi Feng tapped his junior brother's forehead with the back of his comb.
"Ouch." Chen He realized that he had unknowingly said what he was thinking.
After carefully pondering this answer, Chen He narrowed his eyes again, very happy. Senior brother is so good, but when he thinks that Shi Feng once had two apprentices, his heart is sour.
He held his arms and protected others.
The seemingly indifferent face has also worried about others, maybe combed their hair, bought food, and visited the market for other people...
Chen He shook his head, feeling a little annoyed in his heart.
- Brother's apprentice is no longer alive, how could he have such a thought.
"Huh?" Shi Feng bowed his head in confusion.
"It's nothing, I'm going out!" Chen He didn't dare to turn back, and ran out of the yard in a flash.
Shi Feng shoved the comb back into the mustard seed magic weapon. After the younger brother left, he returned to his indifferent appearance, attracting two puppets: "Follow up to protect, don't expose it."
The puppet bowed back and disappeared as a shadow.
Shi Feng fixedly glanced at the north, walked back to the room and continued to meditate - he had to recover from his injuries before he could be sure to take the Mirage Pearl from Venerable Huanjian.
Venerable Huanjian was called the Second Venerable, but he was actually the first master of the magic way.