Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 231 The Battle of Lingshan
The Promise Immortal Sect.

On a lone peak, towering trees are lush, the mountain is vast, the top of the mountain is shrouded in deep and flowing clouds, at the foot of the mountain sparrows are singing, monkeys are playing, and the water is gurgling.

A group of seven or eight-year-old children were playing in the water by the small river, laughing and playing.

"Zhao Ping'an, how do I feel, you never mentioned your father? My father and mother are not in the sect recently, and they say they have something to do, how about you?"

A child with sheep braids raised his head and asked Zhao Ping'an.

Facing his companion's question, Zhao Ping'an was silent for a while, not knowing how to answer for a long time, and finally whispered this sentence:
"I have no idea."

"I only know that Aunt Jiang has also gone out and hasn't come back for a long time. It seems that something important happened."

After Zhao Ping'an finished speaking, he looked towards a towering spiritual tree not far away. A girl with pink pecks was sitting under the tree in a daze.

Seeing this, the braided boy asked:
"Is that your sister?"

"Yes, my sister Zhao Ruyue."

Zhao Pingan nodded.

"Why doesn't she play together? Could it be that she doesn't like crowded places?"

"Maybe I'm not used to it."

Zhao Pingan knew that her sister must be missing Aunt Jiang, so she had no intention of doing anything.

In fact, why isn't he.

It's been a while since I saw Aunt Jiang, and I'm really not used to it.

In his subconscious mind, he has already regarded Aunt Jiang as a mother.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the whole fairy peak trembled, and many children fell down in the creek without standing still. Zhao Ping'an was the same, and his trousers were wet by the spray.

His dark eyes were full of doubts, and he said:
"what happened?"

The jade bracelet on the kid's hand with sheep braids was shining brightly. He seemed to know something, and said to Zhao Ping'an and the children around him:

"Senior brothers and sisters have come to look for me, we have to go home quickly."

These words elicited responses from the surrounding children.

"Me too, Master is calling me too."

"My mother called me, let's go home quickly."

Zhao Pingan watched his companions disappear into the teleportation formation of Xianfeng one after another, and kept silent all the time. When the big guys were almost gone, his immature face showed a calm thinking like an adult.

The stern smile that shouldn't have appeared on the child appeared on Zhao Ping'an's face.

He murmured softly at the corner of his mouth, with a faint worry on his brows.

"Go home. Where is home?"

"Brother, are you going back to Hongchen Fairy Peak?"

The younger sister, Zhao Ruyue, walked over straight, wearing a gauze skirt, holding a candy tightly in her hand, with a fair and lovely face like a little princess.

"We must listen to Aunt Jiang and not run around," Zhao Pingan said seriously.

"But I really want to see Aunt Jiang again."

Zhao Ruyue said hesitantly, her eyes with slender eyelashes glistened with tears.

"I want, too"

After all, Zhao Ping'an was a child of a few years old, and the thoughts in his heart couldn't stop gushing out, and his heart was extremely entangled.

Entrance to Lingshan.

Above the Hundred Thousand Mountains, pitch-black longships lined up one after another, the banner of the Heavenly Demon Palace was inserted on top, and a huge top-grade spirit stone powered the entire spirit boat.

The inscriptions of the formation continued to flicker, and the beams of light erupting from the void attacked the formation of Lingshan, with impressive power.

Let the whole Lingshan tremble.

It attracted the attention of countless Lingshan monks.

"This is the fairy gate spirit boat from the Middle Ages."

The Master of Lotus Sect, Master Taihao, Patriarch Xuanqing and a large number of monks stood at the entrance of Lingshan, observing the battleship in the sky, with a very dignified tone.

You must know that such a huge spirit boat is expensive to build, and the craftsmanship on it includes the essence of various skills such as formation masters and talisman masters. It is a lost craft in the middle ages, and basically no one can make it now.

And it is expressly forbidden.

Because flying boats of this size are generally used in wars, when Xianmen was established, all such blueprints were regarded as prohibited items, and over time, they were lost.

In fact, there are still many sects who have privately kept this object, but it is far from reaching the scale of the demon sect.

The Heavenly Demon Palace had obviously come prepared this time, dispatched warships left over from the Middle Ages, and bombarded Lingshan, no doubt intending to level the Xianmen.

"After many years, I finally came to Lingshan again."

Situ Huan, the devil's son, looked out from the railing, with an indescribable spirit in his eyes.

Behind him are many monks from the ten sects of the Demonic Dao, and the great ancestors of the Demonic Sect were all brought by him, and they must take down Lingshan.

Today's Lingshan is controlled by Zuo Sinong, the owner of Medicine King Pill Valley, and takes over the power of Lingshan.

Abbot Lingyin went to Xizhou to fight against the wilderness, but has not returned yet.

Palace Master Linglong sits on the Beizhou battlefield and cannot escape.

The head teacher of Wuji, Hai Shengming, and the temple master of longevity are both under special restrictions and cannot make a move. Otherwise, the laws of heaven and earth will be disordered, and the seal of the false South China Sea will be lifted, and Lingshan will fall into a more dangerous situation.

The great power of Huashen in Huangquan Tiandi is bound by the rules of the world chess game set by the Master of Changsheng, and cannot enter Zhongzhou.

How favorable the situation is for the Demon Sect!

Situ Huan believed that after this battle, the Xianmen would definitely be taken down.

"The Demon Sect offends my Lingshan again, is it because they want to repeat the same mistakes they made last time?"

Zuo Sinong's vast sound transmission was transmitted to the magic gate, very solemn and ethereal.

Situ Huan sneered coldly, and said: "Nowadays, there are ten sects and nine empties in Lingshan. I'm afraid they are all dispatched to the battlefields of Xizhou and Beizhou? There is no one in the Xianmen, so don't bluff any more."

Zuo Sinong's face was calm, indifferent, and he said: "You didn't go to Zhao Huai to find the ancestor artifact, but came to my Lingshan. Do you think that this way you can get the devil out of trouble?"

Situ Huan's long black hair was shiny and eye-catching, her figure was particularly chic, her eyes were deep, with a hint of playfulness, and said:
"Who said that there is only one ancestral artifact left by Yanzu? Don't think I don't know. The Lord Demon Lord has already told me that there is still a peerless fairy artifact hidden in your Jiange, which suppresses the false South China Sea. If you can get it It, that effect is the same."

"What? There is still an ancestor artifact in the Jiange?"

"As the true heir of the Wuji Immortal Sect, I have practiced for a hundred years, and I have never heard of it!"

Upon hearing this news, many monks present were very surprised.

The Great Elder of the Wuji Immortal Sect was an old man with white hair, and his eyes gradually became serious when he heard Situ Huan's words of attracting bees and butterflies.

When the ancestor Yan sealed the emptiness with his sword, he did keep one of the natal flying swords in the South China Sea, but they didn't know about the ancestral weapon until later.

For this reason, Wuji Immortal Sect kept its mouth shut, and not many people knew about it.

Unexpectedly, the Demon Lord has also noticed this.

For this day, Momen still came to the door.

"Today, I will let you see the true background of my Heavenly Demon World."

Situ Huan laughed wildly and raised his hand.

Many fairy ships behind them aimed at the Lingshan formation, the spiritual energy gathered, and the light beams flickered.

The master of the Lotus Sect, the ancestor Xuanqing and other seniors who have been in seclusion for many years, as well as the proud sons of heaven hundreds of years ago like Jiang Xuan, all sacrificed their natal magic weapons and supernatural powers to defend against the enemy.

Obviously, what follows is going to be a tough fight.

(End of this chapter)