longevity road trip

Chapter 277 Corpse Demon Liquid

"I have seen True Monarch Changshen." A graceful young man, Chu Yu, stepped down from the jade carriage and stepped on the white clouds that lingered around the jade carriage. Behind him was two beautiful maids, graceful and graceful.

As for the middle-aged cultivator Songming Zhenjun in blue, after getting out of the car, he looked at Old Ancestor Wang and his group without making a sound, but nodded towards them.

"I have seen Young Master Chu, Zhenjun Songming." The four people behind Wang Laozu bowed to Chu Yu and Zhenjun Songming, who came down from Yuzhao.

"The Xifeng meeting has only been apart for more than ten years. Young master Chu has already cultivated to the late stage of foundation building. When the old man was at the age of Young Master Chu, he had only just established the foundation. It really made the old man ashamed." Old Ancestor Wang stepped forward. One step, after approaching, he said slowly.

"It's just fortunate that the old ancestors took a fancy to Chu Yu, who was lucky enough to build a foundation. How could he get into the eyes of the true monarch. This time I came to Zhengyangzong at the will of the old ancestors, so the true monarch must have known it. , I don't know if the True Monarch brought something here?" Chu Yu said lightly.

He understands that the other party's True Monarch Yuanying is looking at the face of his own ancestor, Venerable Xifeng, otherwise, no matter how talented he is, as long as his strength does not reach the Nascent Soul stage, he is not qualified to be on an equal footing with the other party.

In the land of Nanzhou, from ancient times to the present, there are so many geniuses, but I don't know how many have fallen.

With a smile on his face, Old Ancestor Wang stretched out his hand. An apricot-yellow sword box appeared in his hand. He opened the sword box and said to Chu Yu, "Young Master Chu, this is my Zhengyang Sect from Wanjianmen. The inheritance sword that I obtained, I also invite Master Chu to serve."

The apricot-yellow sword case glowed with a hazy aura. It flew from Old Ancestor Wang's hand to Young Master Chu and landed in his hand. Chu Yu opened the sword case and looked at the rusted sword. Jianmen inherits the sword. When he saw a golden storage bag next to the sword, there was no surprise on his face. He already understood what Wang Laozu meant in his heart. After getting on the sword box, he said to Wang Laozu:

"What the true monarch wants to know, if I don't know something, then there is nothing Chu can do!"

"I don't know if Young Master Chu knows what Li Jingqing is using, and moved Venerable Xifeng." Old Ancestor Wang thought for a while, and then asked through a sound transmission.

Chu Yu didn't answer, he shook his head.Venerable Xifeng only instructed him to come to Baimang Mountain, collect the six inheritance swords from Wanjianmen, and bring them back to Xifeng Pavilion. The other things, Venerable Xifeng did not say much, and Chu Yu naturally did not know!
"Then I don't know what the Venerable's attitude towards the Zhengyang Sect is?" Old Ancestor Wang also knew that something that could be admired by Venerable Xifeng must be extremely precious. Although Chu Yu was the most beloved descendant of Venerable Xifeng, But it's normal to not know, he just asked with a fluke.

"True Monarch Changshen, please rest assured, what is the identity of the ancestor, how could she interfere with the seven sects of Baimang Mountain!" The expression on Chu Yu's face was quite arrogant. , how could he get into her eyes? If Venerable Xifeng really wanted to take action against Baimang Mountain, then the six factions of Zhengyang Sect in the mountain would be destroyed in just a day or two.

When Old Ancestor Wang heard Chu Yu's words, the expression on his face relaxed a bit.

Seeing Old Ancestor Wang's appearance, Chu Yu handed the sword box to the maidservant behind him, clenched his fists and saluted at True Monarch Changshen, "Then Chu Yu won't bother me any more."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and set foot on Yuzhao.

Wang Laozu didn't make a sound to retain him. He looked at the other party with deep eyes, took the long sword and rode on the jade chariot. After a flash of clear light, he disappeared.

He turned around and looked at Liang Cheng and the four of them, "You all go back to the Zongmen Hall first, and I have helped you for many years. I went to Yuran Mountain to take a look at the ice spirit mine, but what happened!"

"It's an eventful autumn!" Old Ancestor Wang sighed in his heart.

"Yes, I also ask the ancestors to be careful." Liang Cheng and the four of them also knew the gap between themselves and the cultivators of Yuanying. They didn't show their ability. They insisted on going with the ancestors. They were just dragging their feet. It is better to return to the sect and help the sect master to preside over the magic circle.

"Yes." Wang Laozu just finished his words, and the figure stayed where he was. After a while, the phantom left by Wang Laozu dissipated in the wind, and Liang Cheng and the four of them turned around and moved towards Zhengyang. The peak flew away.

Wang Laozu flew towards the Bingling Mine in Yufeng. For not only Xie Ping's death, but also for the Zongmen's spiritual mine, he had to figure it out, otherwise the whole Zongmen would be in panic, how could they maintain it? gotta go.He, Wang Shen, took over the Zhengyang Sect from his master Zhengyang Zhenjun, and it has been nearly a thousand years since then.

He also understands that even if he has exhausted all the savings of the sect, no matter how he cultivates, he will not be able to cultivate in the distraction period in this life.All Wang Shen's obsessions are now in the sect. He hopes that the sect will soon send a new Yuan Ying cultivator to help him a little bit. As for the ancestor of the sect, what status is respected, at his age Already seen through.

He sighed, his aura became stronger, his speed increased a little, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye!
The Bingling mine outside Yuran Mountain turned out to be just a small moiré iron ore, which was not worth much, but when the ice spirit stone was discovered from the bottom of the moiré iron ore, it became the Zhengyang Sect. The three factions of Xuanhuomen, Xuanhuomen, and Qiyunzong must fight for the place. In the end, the three factions compromised with each other and divided up the moiré iron ore.But in the final analysis, it is Zhengyangzong who suffers.

The middle-aged crimson-browed patriarch from Xuanhuomen and the linen-clad old man from Qiyun Sect joined forces to push against each other. No matter how unconvinced Wang patriarch was, he could only suffer from this suffocating loss.

But the other two, one took out the tassel nebula iron, and the other took out the blue sky lotus and jade lotus as compensation.Looking at the face of these two treasures, he felt a little more at ease.

Since Zhengyangzong, Xuanhuomen, and Qiyunzong have divided up Yuran Mountain's Bingling ore vein and laid out the formation, the nearby loose cultivators have gradually come to know that it is not where they can approach, otherwise they will be caught. The patrolling monks of the three factions found out, and they were regarded as people who were watching. There was no reason to kill them, let alone think that someone could help them get ahead.

But at this time, two or three miles away from Zhengyangzong's ice, sky and snow formation, there was a small mountain with lush forests and green peaks.

Looking down from the sky, if the cultivator did not release his consciousness, all he could see with the naked eye was the emerald branches and leaves, three loose cultivators in green robes, almost blending in with the surrounding environment, each with a A yellow talisman, restraining the breath of the body.When they were wearing the Hidden Qi Talisman, the three of them didn't even dare to use low-level spells such as body lightening, for fear that the aura fluctuations caused by the spell would break the effect of the Hidden Qi Talisman, thus attracting Zhengyang Sect to patrol. monk.

"Zhang Mazi, are you here yet?" A cultivator who looked younger asked in a low voice, and asked an ugly man with a pockmarked face in front of him. He looked very nervous. He raised his head and saw lush leaves. apprehensive.

"Zhang Mazi!" Zhang Mazi didn't answer. The young Sanxiong wanted to lower his head, but found that his body was motionless, only a pair of beads were turning. He tried his best to look forward. The two fellow cultivators, like him, were all standing still.

In front of them, a woman in palace dress walked in front, and a monk wearing a white jade hair crown took a step behind and followed behind. walked over.

When the two passed by, the three of them loosened their restraints. When Zhang Mazi and Chen Erniang looked panicked, they clapped their hands on their chests and calmed down their panic. Zhang Ma and Chen Erniang murmured softly. One sentence, "Where did the old monster come from!"

The younger cultivator's mind became more active. When he heard the complaints of the two, his face turned pale with fright, and he suddenly moved in the direction where the two disappeared, bent his knees, slammed, knelt on the ground, and slammed heavily. Three beeps.

When the young cultivator was kowtowing, Zhang Mazi and Chen Erniang both had black eyes, their bodies softened, and they fell to the ground weakly. The young cultivator turned his head to look, and the panic in his eyes became even stronger. , and knocked more than a dozen times in a row, knocking out a pit on the ground.

"Your Highness is merciful." Li Jingqing, who had already walked down the hill, said to Venerable Xifeng with a smile.

"People are getting older, and their murderousness is also less. The juniors who are polite and polite, the old man is also happy to give them a chance. Maybe the other party will one day be on an equal footing with me." Venerable Xifeng said with a kind face.

Li Jingqing smiled without saying a word, not to mention that the other party has become a Distractor Venerable, it would be good to be able to build a foundation.

After half an hour, the young loose cultivator turned his head to look at the two fellow loose cultivators who had died of anger. With a radiant light in his eyes, he ran over and groped on the two of them.

Venerable Xifeng took Li Jingqing, and under her leadership, the two of them regarded the ice, sky and snow scene as nothing, and walked into the array. Her vicissitudes of life flashed a pale golden light, and they looked around at this huge area. After the Bingling mine, she smiled and said to herself, "Daoist Fellow Xuanshan, the old man has found you."

In the hall where the Bingling Mine is located, there are eighteen blood-colored coffins, a monster with two horns on its head and black scales all over its body. For some unknown reason, only one hand and one foot are left. .

He was casting a spell to put a female corpse with residual warmth into the dark green bubbling corpse demon liquid in the coffin.

Beside this monster, an old man in cloth robe sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, turning a blind eye to what was happening in front of him.

Xie Ping, who had died of anger, slowly sank into the dark green and bubbling corpse demon liquid. After a few breaths, the green liquid covered her face.

After she sank, the one-handed, one-legged black armored monster with five claws bent slightly, and the blood-colored coffin lid beside it closed silently. Venerable, grinned, revealing a big mouth with intertwined teeth, "Thank you Senior Xuanshan for your help, or Xuanmu, I won't be able to collect the remaining twelve parts of the corpse magic liquid."

(End of this chapter)