Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 251 Don't enter the ocean, it's a rare night pearl

With the power of an earth immortal, the words of the Great Elder are full of powerful spiritual power, and every word pierces people's hearts.

But he found the wrong partner this time. Xin Ziqiu was so bold and fierce that even the Shimadzu brothers dared to hate him. He was not afraid of the so-called elders of the demon clan. He rolled his eyes at him and sneered contemptuously:
"I said Great Elder, since you are Kang Wenping's biological father, don't you know what kind of thing he is and how many bad things he has done? Don't say that I didn't kill this person with my own hands, even if I did. That’s also killing harm for the people. It’s already very polite for me not to punish you for the crime of improper education, how dare you threaten me?”

Seeing that the Great Elder was about to lose his temper, he waved his hand casually again:
"However, I am not here today for this purpose, but to give you a chance to resurrect your holy ancestor Huang Quan. If you still have some ancestral friendship, then take out the remaining two scriptures and collect them together. Qi Baowu, go to the ruins to hold a ceremony together. If you want revenge, then I will accompany you to the end, so what about the earth immortals? I have dealt with even the heavenly immortals, so I am still afraid of you?"

Upon hearing this, the Great Elder softened his voice slightly:
"You really have a way to find the ruins?"

On the contrary, Xin Ziqiu was a little surprised. This Great Elder seemed to be more concerned about the location of the ruins than their Ancestor of the Underworld.

He continued calmly:

"Of course I can find it. Didn't Jiaoyue tell you?"

He took out a scripture chip imbued with Huang Quan's will from his arms, and threw it back and forth in his hand:

"You see what this is?"

This time, not only the First Elder, but also the second Elder, a strong man who had been silent all this time, also took two steps forward, showing a shocked expression.

Even Elder Yutong, who was limp on the ground, climbed up as if he had been beaten with blood.

Xin Ziqiu attracted everyone's attention and continued:

"To revive the remnant soul of the ancestor of Huangquan, all eight chips and four magic tools are needed. Now I only need two chips in the hands of the First Elder and the Second Elder to hold the resurrection ceremony in the ruins."

Seeing that the Great Elder was still a little hesitant, he quietly injected a wisp of real qi into the scriptures, calling out the name of Huang Quan Patriarch with his spiritual thoughts.

In an instant, a floating phantom appeared on this chip infused with the power of will.

Different from that day in the ruins, Patriarch Huang Quan's appearance this time is actually that of a middle-aged scribe wearing a scarf.

He seemed to have lost his previous memory, sighed and said:

"Who are you? Why do you call upon my will?"

Xin Ziqiu looked at the phantom, but he sensed the same aura as before in his spiritual sense, confirming that it was Huang Quan.

At the same time, the four demons present were also shocked. They all knelt down, bowed their heads and bowed their ears, and called them holy ancestors, showing great respect.

Xin Ziqiu said:
"Patriarch Huangquan, I'm Xin Ziqiu, you may not have any memories of the past, but I have kept my promise, and I have gathered all the magic tools and six scriptures, and the remaining two are in the hands of these two people. They are Your clansmen still need you to issue orders."

As he spoke, he pointed to the elders of the two demons.

Although Huang Quan Xuying was only half of his body, his divine power remained undiminished and his awe-inspiring aura was unabated. Facing the four people prostrated on the ground, he showed the autocracy of the superior, and said word by word:

"Do as he says."

The voice is calm, yet full of irresistible determination.

The elder said obediently:

"Follow the decree of the holy ancestor."

The condensing of the phantom of Huangquan seemed to consume a lot of power of will. After saying this, he looked around again and quickly disappeared.

And the scripture in Xin Ziqiu's hand, with tadpole runes shining on it, consumed all the power of will, the light on it dissipated, and turned into an ordinary chip.

He said with a smile:
"How about it, do you want to believe me?"

Seeing the phantom of the holy ancestor, the two demon elders stood up without any doubt, took out the chip on their bodies, and handed it over.

Xin Ziqiu reached out to pick it up, and immediately felt the faint resonance between the eight chips, and heard the familiar voice of the mission:
"You have obtained the first and second "Huangquan Zhenjing"."

"Current task progress: Collecting the "Night Spring Scriptures": 8/8; awakening the remnants of the Yellow Spring: 0/1."

"..."

His curiosity grew stronger as the mission progressed.

What kind of secrets are hidden in that ruins, worthy of being sealed in the Worriless Cave by a great supernatural being.

Moreover, why only the magic weapon of the ancestor of Huangquan can enter?
Also, in that battlefield of immortals and demons, there are more than hundreds of demons and earth immortals who died. Why is it that only the ancestor of Huangquan left his remnant soul and power of will?

All these problems may be explained after he completes the task and resurrects the remnant soul of Huang Quan.

Thinking of this, the innate adventurous spirit deep in Xin Ziqiu's heart began to stir, and he said to the demons:
"It's not too late, follow me."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the bright moon, and added a sentence to the great elder:
"Before the resurrection of Huang Quan's ancestor, don't act rashly. If there is any enmity between you, let me put it aside for the time being. If anyone makes trouble, don't blame me for being rude."

Several demon elders were very excited when they heard that they could find the ruins, and they naturally nodded to Xin Ziqiu's words.

Xin Ziqiu took a brief look at the surrounding terrain, and then, according to his memory, led the crowd towards the hidden entrance of the Wuyou Cave in the refugee street.

……

The Wuyou Cave in the capital is extremely vast. After the Xiaoyao Building was wiped out, the officers and soldiers were unable to stay here for a long time. At this time, it has once again fallen into chaos.

The underground forces of all parties, in order to compete for the power vacuum left by Xiaoyao Tower, are constantly fighting in Wuyou Cave. The sufferers are naturally those poor people who hide in it and are displaced.

Xin Ziqiu entered the Wuyou Cave for the second time. He was familiar with the road along the way and did not encounter any resistance. He only saw the refugees in those dark corners with their clothes on and their eyes dazed, gnawing on the leftovers. I can't bear to steal my life.

He intends to distribute the copper coins on his body to these people, but he also remembered that Xu Liang once told him that in this Wuyou Cave, human life is as worthless as worthless, and any extra copper coin may bring money to these refugees. He was in danger of killing himself, so he had no choice but to take out the hand that was in his arms, stare ahead and drive on the road, trying to ignore the surroundings as much as possible.

Even if his cultivation base is ten times higher, he still has no way to deal with such a major issue of people's livelihood. He can only silently sigh that in this prosperous Song Dynasty, under the false flowers, there are still many places that are not illuminated by the light, hiding dirty things. Silt and shady business.

……

Under the command of Xin Ziqiu, the crowd followed the route he remembered and arrived at the underground palace of the Lotus Sect in a short time.

This place has long been confiscated by officers and soldiers, and all the statues of the Soma religion have been taken away, leaving only a huge empty cave.

Xin Ziqiu tapped left, tapped right, finally found the small bump on the stone wall, opened the flap mechanism for Situ Kong to escape, and led the people towards the corridor.

Finally, after walking down for a while, everyone finally came to the ruins of the ancient battlefield with a radius of nearly a hundred feet.

……

As if someone had intruded, the brass lamp on the stone wall suddenly lit up like firefly candles, dimly illuminating the surrounding area, adding a bit of weirdness and horror.

When the four demons from the Yellow Springs came here, they were immediately shocked by the thousands of corpses and bones in various shapes on the ground.

At the same time, they also felt the strong resonance and tremor coming from the depths of their blood.

At this point, no one doubted Xin Ziqiu's words. Such a ruin could not be faked no matter what.

Xin Ziqiu came here again, although he was mentally prepared, he also felt the strong impact of his mind.

At the same time, the eight scripture chips in his arms became extremely hot like red-hot irons, frantically absorbing the power of Huang Quan's will scattered in the space.

An ancient and vicissitudes sounded intermittently, constantly colliding and echoing in this space, shaking people's minds:

"Roar... Ah... Creation pottery... Eternal reincarnation... Will... Soul..."

Feeling strange, Xin Ziqiu took out the eight chips, and placed the ring, crown, scepter and edict on the ground.

At this moment, all the treasures responded to each other and began to vibrate continuously.

As the eight chips absorbed the full power of will, they began to emit bright red light, and one figure after another slowly floated out of them.

These eight figures slowly solidified, as if they had spiritual wisdom. When they saw each other, they looked at each other and smiled, and flew towards the same direction, and quickly merged into one, forming a larger bust, which appeared here In the midair of the giant crypt, the faces on it are constantly changing.

There are octogenarians, middle-aged scholars, fair ladies, and children with yellow teeth...

These people have different expressions on their faces, whether they are happy or sad, angry or angry, and so on.

Just looking at this statue, everyone seems to have experienced the reincarnation of thousands of generations, experienced the warmth and coldness of countless human relationships, and the coldness and coldness of the world, and tasted all kinds of complex emotions and unpredictable hearts in the world of mortals.

At the flick of a finger, it is like a sea of ​​water.

Even though Xin Ziqiu had mastered the art of refining the gods, he couldn't help but get stuck in it, but the soul-guarding ring bestowed by Xuan Ming on his finger suddenly lit up, pulling him back from the deep memory of reincarnation.

When he woke up from the dream, he suddenly found himself sitting on the ground with tears streaming down his face. For a while, he was like a butterfly in Zhuang Zhou's dream, unable to distinguish between the dream and the reality.

Looking at the phantom in mid-air again, it has disappeared, replaced by a handsome young man in a white robe.

This person has dark purple skin, white hair hanging down his shoulders, emitting a metallic silvery luster, and on his forehead, there are two thin tentacles like dragon whiskers, trembling slightly.

Xin Ziqiu was shocked when he saw this person, and a name immediately appeared in his mind.

Ancestral God, Jing Muyan...

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(End of this chapter)