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Cui Fujun continued: "Now the Qiantang Dragon Palace is shrouded in a mass of demonic energy. Ordinary monks cannot break in, and the strong demonic aura also prevents Yin Zhan from approaching."

The City God sighed and said to Mr. Cui: "It's our fault too. We didn't notice the whereabouts of the monster earlier, which caused a big trouble."

Cui Fujun waved his hand: "I can't blame you for this matter. After all, monsters are intangible and immaterial. Even if I were to face them, I'm afraid it would be difficult to find out their origins! The top priority is to prevent the occurrence of monster disasters."

The City God nodded in agreement, then looked at Cui Fujun and asked, "In that case, does Fujun have any good ideas?"

Cui Fujun shook his head: "I haven't thought of a way yet!"

He paused and then added: "There is no hope unless an expert in the realm of true immortals takes action! But... I don't recommend letting the immortals come to the world! After all, great changes in the world are about to happen, and I'm worried that the immortals will be affected!"

Hearing this, Song Xing's heart moved slightly. What did Mr. Cui mean by the great change in the world?
Is there some connection with the demon possessing Bai Suzhen this time?
The City God pondered for a moment and asked, "In that case, why don't you ask Lord Yan to take action?"

Cui Fujun smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "The underworld is not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the human world. This is the rule set by the heaven. How can Lord Yan leave the underworld easily, otherwise, it may cause huge disasters that we cannot afford!" Or, now that the demonic disaster has just started, it may not be enough to alarm the Lord of Hell and Heaven."

By the end, he seemed a little annoyed.

Upon hearing this, the City God quickly raised his hands and said, "In that case, I will mobilize the ghost servants to surround the Qiantang Dragon Palace first, and then find ways to find traces of the monsters. Don't worry, Lord!"

Mr. Cui Fu nodded and said: "Monsters are different from monsters. I'm afraid that you, Qiantang City God's Mansion, may not be able to stop this disaster."

Cui Fujun stood there in silence for a long time, with a heavy worry flashing in his eyes, and said to himself: "I'm afraid that if you want to conquer this demon, it will eventually fall on the two Taoist friends you brought."

There was a look of surprise on Cheng Huang's face. He didn't expect Mr. Cui Fu to suddenly mention Song Xing and Fa Hai.

He originally agreed to bring the two people to the underworld just to explain the seriousness of the matter to Lord Cui. Fahai and Song Xing were both witnesses.

Mr. Cui Fu finished half of his words, but did not continue. Instead, he said to the three of them: "Follow me."

He led several people through the layers of illusory formation restrictions and came directly to the depths of the hall.

As soon as they stepped into this place, Song Xing and the two felt that it was filled with mist and extremely cold.

At the very end of the hall, stands a simple stone building.

This stone building is in the shape of a tower, about a hundred feet high. It is covered in gray and exudes a desolate and ancient atmosphere.

Mr. Cui Fu led several people to the stone building. Behind the stone gate was a long, dark and narrow corridor.

Both sides of the corridor were covered with all kinds of strange and mysterious runes, giving off a faint aura of danger.

As we walked into the corridor, the cold wind around us became more and more biting and biting, causing our skin to feel sore, as if we were in an ice cellar.

The corridor is not spacious and can only accommodate one person. The walls are carved with railings and made of jade. The walls are smooth and clean, but they are empty. I don’t know how many years it has been there.

After walking a few hundred meters, the vision suddenly opened up.

A huge stone room appeared in front of everyone's eyes. The area of ​​the stone room was enough for more than ten people to practice at the same time. A mahogany square table with a thickness of one foot was laid on the ground. The square table was neatly piled with books and classics.

In addition, there are many exquisite utensils, incense burners, incense tripods, etc. placed in the stone room.

In addition, a crystal-clear bead, as bright as a crystal, is suspended in the air, blooming with misty brilliance. "What a rich spiritual power!"

A fresh and pure spiritual energy rushes towards the face, making people feel refreshed.

Then Song Xing and Fahai turned their attention to Mr. Cui Fu, wondering what his purpose was in calling them and others here.

Cui Fujun did not speak, but stretched out his hand and touched the air. The ball in the air suddenly turned into a huge mirror, suspended in the air, reflecting the four people's figures in it.

"This, Taoist friend Song, is the Taoist magic power he cultivates for sword cultivation?" Mr. Cui Fu looked at Song Xing at this time and asked.

Song Xing frowned slightly, glanced at the mirror in the sky, nodded and said calmly: "Fu Jun has good eyesight."

Cui Fujun continued: "Because the sword intention in your Taoist body soars straight into the sky, and in my underworld, it is like the bright sun, which cannot be covered. It is also because you have such a strong sword intention in your body, I say, this The solution to this demonic disaster may fall into your hands."

Song Xing said: "You are so polite, Mr. Fu. As a disciple of Buddha, Zen Master Fahai may be able to quell the evil disaster as Mr. Fu said. As for the poor Taoist, he is just a small cultivator at Nanshan Mountain, and he should not be so highly regarded by Mr. Fu."

Mr. Cui Fu shook his head and said: "Limited by the rules of heaven and the underworld, we and other underworld personnel cannot easily touch the earth, so even if a demonic disaster is discovered, we cannot go there. I brought you two here because my magic mirror can I'm looking for an opportunity for you two in the world to improve your strength and deal with that monster."

"Opportunity?" Song Xing and Fahai looked at each other, "Please let me know clearly."

Cui Fujun said to Song Xing, "My fellow Taoist has a natural sword in his body, and the ferocious energy in it is frightening to hear. I just thought about it carefully, maybe the only way to fight against this evil disaster is to use force." Break it."

Song Xing's heart moved. The sword intention in his body was actually intercepted from the world of Zhu Xian. A ray of Qi from the ancient sword Zhu Xian was attached to his own spiritual intention, preparing to use it as a trump card.

Even though he had fought with Bai Suzhen several times before and used his spiritual thoughts to turn into swords to cut off Bai Suzhen's physical body, he never used this ray of sword intent.

I didn’t expect that Lord Cui would see through this in this underworld.

Before he could say anything, Cui Fujun continued: "However, your sword intention seems to be transformed by the vicious energy of heaven and earth. Although it is infinitely powerful, it will cause great backlash to the person holding the sword."

Song Xing's eyes flashed for a moment, "Yes, Mr. Fu has good eyesight. Could it be that the opportunity mentioned by Mr. Fu has something to do with this sword intention?"

In the Zhuxian world, the Zhuxian ancient sword is indeed extremely powerful, but the hostility of heaven and earth in it is also fierce. Even if it is as powerful as Song Xing, he would not dare to use this sword for a long time, lest he follow in the footsteps of Daoxuan.

But leaving such a powerful magic weapon and unable to use it would undoubtedly be a waste of resources.

Cui Fujun asked again: "Where did fellow Taoist get this sword intention?"

Song Xing said: "It was because of a stone sword that I obtained accidentally and it shattered in a fight that I accidentally obtained this sword intention."

Cui Fujun had no doubts and said to Song Xing: "Fellow Taoist, you can inject a little sword intent into this mirror."

Hearing this, Song Xing stretched out his hand and flicked it, and a gray sword intent popped out and was imprinted on the mirror in the air.

In an instant, a golden light burst out from the mirror, brilliant and dazzling.

Immediately afterwards, bursts of low and melodious sword sounds came from the mirror, as if there were thousands of troops fighting with swords, and a scene emerged.