I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 310 Bringing divine fire into the holy way, the divine monk tests his way back to the peak

When leaving Bai Jun's palace, Zhang Jun and Huang Mao rode in the carriage of Lord Tian Kun.

Zhang Jun looked at the half-length woman in front of him and asked, "What is divine fire??"

Just now in the main hall, I didn't have the chance to speak, but now I want to ask clearly.

Realm Master Tian Kun just said with a smile; "We, the gods, have the permission of heaven and earth. The gods canonized by Lord Bai usually manifest in this human form, but if the divine fire is ignited, we will naturally return. Altar, control of authority.”

Zhang Jun was speechless for a moment after hearing this.

Good guys, do you really think of yourselves as gods?

But if you think about it carefully, it's not unreasonable.

Now that the world has become strange and they have become gods, they will naturally be blessed by the power of this world.

It’s just that Realm Master Tian Kun’s words were too general, and he didn’t know exactly what it looked like.

"Since we are going out to attack the Holy Path, when will we set off??"

On the side, Huang Mao didn't care about divine fire or anything else. Instead, he was thinking about rushing into the Holy Path and capturing more people to take back.

Since the last time he brought 3,000 people back to the competitive world, apart from some people who were accepted as disciples of the Wusheng Sect, most of the others have become materials for the Wusheng Sect's transactions.

Each of these people can be exchanged for spiritual stones ranging from 300 to 500, allowing Huang Mao to make a lot of money.

Even his promotion to True Success was partly due to this.

Huang Mao, who has tasted the sweetness, would never let go of such an opportunity.

"Mr. Bai has given the order, we can set off now."

"Now?" Huang Mao looked around: "Just a few of us? Shouldn't we gather our troops first?"

"Soldiers and horses?"

This time it was Tian Kun's turn to look strange. She looked at Huang Mao and asked, "We are gods, why do we need that kind of thing?"

After speaking, he gently lifted the curtain, and saw two carriages accompanying the carriage: "The three of us, plus the other four gods, are enough."

Huang Mao's question left Huang Mao speechless, but he always felt that if they went to attack the Holy Path with only a few manpower, it was an act of seeking death. ?

"What I mean is...well...do you want to prepare and bring more people with you?"

"No need, this is enough."

Realm Master Tian Kun took out three crystal-like objects from his sleeves and handed them to Zhang Jun and Huang Mao respectively.

Zhang Jun took this object in his hand and immediately felt a strange power flowing through his body. This feeling was very strange, as if for an instant, he felt like he wanted to be one with the world.

In the crystal, there is a wisp of green flames that beats and turns into strange and ancient textures from time to time.

The strange thing is that there is clearly a question mark on it, but after reading it myself, there is no information at all.

"You just asked, what is divine fire? This is it. As for its use, you will know when you get to the place."

Realm Master Tian Kun smiled and looked like he had a chance to win.

Seeing his confident look, Zhang Jun said nothing more, nodded, and just sat in the carriage with his eyes closed to rest.

His thoughts shifted to the Holy Son.

At this time, the Holy Son was in retreat, and he carefully checked his situation.

It's actually pretty bad.

Ten years of torture would have been useless for ordinary people, and the Holy Son was no exception.

If [Qingyuan Alien Species] hadn't reorganized his meridians and repaired the broken internal injuries, I'm afraid they would have really destroyed the Holy Son as Wang Bofu and the others thought.

But even so, the Holy Son's current condition is still not much better. To put it bluntly, the injuries in his cultivation cannot be recovered by relying on [Qingyuan Alien Species].

"unless……"

Zhang Jun thought for a moment, and there was a way in his mind that could quickly restore the saint's cultivation in a short period of time.

That is to find a master and plant the Qingyuan variant on the opponent.

Use the Qingyuan alien species to absorb all the master's skills and transfer them to the Holy Son.

It's a pity that Monk Jingye was originally a good target.

But I didn't expect this at the time. Afterwards, Monk Jingye was turned into a part of his body by Protector Zuo the next day.

Thinking about it, it's really a pity. I can only say that Protector Zuo acted too quickly and he didn't seize the opportunity.

This also made Zhang Jun realize that his overall view was far inferior to those top old foxes.

For example...my own master.

Of course, there are still other opportunities for this matter, so I don't have to worry about it for a while.

"Bang bang..."

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the room.

"Holy Son, it's almost time."

Xia Mo reminded outside the door.

"Ok."

Zhang Jun nodded, stood up and patted Da Fei, who was still sleeping soundly next to him. This fool would go to bed after eating all day long. He ate so many good things, but he didn't see his cultivation improve.

Da Fei shook his head and raised his head with a confused look on his face. He didn't understand why the bones he had just dreamed about were gone as soon as he opened his eyes.

"Let's go, you have to behave well today."

Zhang Jun turned over and sat on Da Fei's back, opened the door, and rode Da Fei out of the room.

If yesterday was a festival for everyone to relax, then today is a big day for everyone to be excited.

The treasure house that has not been opened for ten years is opened again today, which is a great encouragement to anyone.

Zhang Jun was riding on Da Fei, and along the way he could feel the eyes of everyone looking at him as hot as fireballs. He wished he could throw him in front of the treasure house gate right now and press his head to open the treasure house.

Zhang Jun searched the saint son's mind for memories about the treasure house.

It's a strange place.

It is the last legacy left by the gods to this world, a separate small world.

There are countless chance treasures hidden inside.

When he was first chosen as the Holy Son, this body had gone in and received a magic weapon and spiritual inheritance.

Unfortunately, the magic weapon has disappeared, and I don’t know if it was taken away by Guardian Zuo and thrown into the well.

As for the inheritance of the gods, I could not find it in the memory of the Holy Son.

He estimated that this inheritance should have some special restrictions, and he could not find clues by reading the memory of the Holy Son.

But it doesn't matter. Everything you get when you enter the treasure house this time will be yours.

Just when he was wondering when he would be able to come over, and if the conditions were right, he could also find a way to rush into the treasure house and plunder it.

Zuo Xiantong had quietly come to Zhang Jun's side.

As Zuo Xiantong approached Zhang Jun, an unkind look made Zhang Jun suddenly alert.

He lost his eyes, but his sixth sense was even more acute than ordinary people. Zhang Jun glanced away and immediately saw a familiar face in the crowd.

"Hey, it's them!"

After seeing this face clearly, Zhang Jun was a little surprised, and immediately the corners of his mouth raised. He was really a noble person who forgot things. He had forgotten all these people.

Qiu Feng from the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, Shang Yinling from the Soul Refining Valley, He Xinhuan from the Five Emperors Demon Temple Sect, and Yang Qingshan, a disciple of his own Wusheng Sect, Wu Mingtong, these four people, as the Demonic Alliance, entered together with him and Huang Mao A master of competition.

It’s just that for some unknown reason, everyone was not in the same place after landing. In addition, the world has been transformed into something strange, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the world will collapse.

Everyone walked in the opposite direction in confusion, and Zhang Jun followed Gemei all the way straight to Shenxiang.

However, Yang Qingshan and others entered the Holy City by chance.

The gap between the two was so big that Zhang Jun even doubted whether he was affected by the luck of Mount Emei.

At this moment, they looked at their holy son with evil eyes, and they could understand what was going on with their toes.

Isn't it the problem with Zuo Xiantong next to me?

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun couldn't help but feel happy. No wonder Zuo Xiantong came to him in such a hurry last night.

It was only after he entered the Holy City that he discovered that all the disciples of the Demonic Alliance were here.

He has just emerged from the tiger's mouth and entered the wolf's den.

"Do you have any grudge against these people?"

Zhang Jun asked Zuo Xiantong knowingly.

Zuo Xiantong glanced sideways at Yang Qingshan and others, his mouth twitched a few times, and he almost cursed in his heart.

If it hadn't been for the bad reputation of that bastard in Emei, which caused the Righteous Alliance to withdraw from the competition this time, how could he be in such a mess?

Now there are four people on the other side, and I am alone. They will enter the treasure house later, and they may want to attack him.

Thinking of this, Zuo Xiantong nodded and said: "I heard that they have all joined the Wang family and other elders. The Holy Son will be careful later. When they enter the treasure house, these people will definitely attack the Holy Son. "

Zuo Xiantong's words were evasive. He did not mention the antagonistic relationship between him and Yang Qingshan and others at all. Instead, he shifted the conflict point of this matter to the elders headed by the Wang family.

If he hadn't taken over the Holy Son's body at this moment, I'm afraid someone else would have been fooled by Zuo Xiantong.

But this can't be blamed on Zuo Xiantong's cunning. If it were him, he would say the same thing.

Only when everyone climbed up the stairs and arrived at the gate of the Holy City's treasure house, Zuo Xiantong had to separate from Zhang Jun.

After all, as the Holy Son and the key figure in opening the treasure house, he naturally does not need to stand behind Zuo Xiantong and the others.

When Zhang Jun rode Da Fei to the gate, Wang Bowu, Elder Shen, Ling Xianzi and others were already waiting in front of the gate.

The nine guardians stood neatly in a row, staring at the Holy Son. Li Bochang was among them. Even though he knew Zhang Jun couldn't see it, he still cast a grateful look at Zhang Jun.

"Amitabha, the Holy Son has not been seen for many years, but his grace remains the same as before."

An old monk stepped forward, clasped his hands and bowed slightly to Zhang Jun.

This inconspicuous move immediately made everyone present look surprised.

This old monk is the last great elder of the Holy City and the master of Monk Jingye. It is said that he has already become a god and is as powerful as the leader.

He suddenly greeted Zhang Jun, which inevitably made many people who originally wanted to depose the Son begin to waver.

"Holy Monk!"

Hearing the old monk's voice, the Holy Son suddenly became excited. He reached out and held the old monk's hand tightly, his voice choked with sobs.

"It's all my fault for harming Master Jingye..."

The crying voice made everyone present sigh.

This was not Zhang Jun's pretense, but the result of the Holy Son's own emotions. On the contrary, at this moment, he completely let go of the Holy Son's thoughts and no longer interfered with them.

After all, the people here are all old guys who have taken part in nature. Even if they are brought out of the competitive world and outside the arena, they are strong enough to stand alone in any force.

Even if the Qingyuan alien species is magical enough, he doesn't dare to be too presumptuous in front of these people.

The old monk held up the Holy Son, clasped his hands together, and showed no sadness on his face. He just said: "Amitabha, everything is destined, and the number of karma will be like this. The Holy Son does not need to be so sad."

As he spoke, the old monk deliberately put his hand on the Holy Son's head.

At this time, Zhang Jun clearly noticed a golden light pouring into the sea of ​​​​consciousness of the Holy Son. He was so shocked that he immediately stopped all thoughts and allowed this golden light to sweep through the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

After a moment, the old monk let go of his hand and glanced at the Holy Son with a strange expression: "The Holy Son was so abused by the strange god in Shenxiang, and his soul was almost broken. He still did not forget his true heart, and could even understand the true meaning of his sword. It’s rare and valuable.”

As he spoke, he took out a golden lotus seed from his sleeve and handed it to the Holy Son.

"Eighth Grade Lotus Seeds of Merit!"

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but shine when they saw this lotus seed. This thing is said to be a Buddhist treasure. The lotus seed born from the eighth-grade merit lotus has the power to reunite the soul. It is an extremely precious treasure.

The old monk didn't wait for anyone to take a second look, and with a flick of his finger, he drove the lotus seed into the center of the Holy Son's eyebrows.

The soul that had been broken for a while was instantly absorbed by Lianzi.

Not long after, baby-like limbs actually grew out of the lotus seed, and in a moment it turned into a small person sitting cross-legged in the sea of ​​consciousness of the Holy Son.

Now even the Spirit Fairy couldn't help but look at the nephew he had abandoned.

I saw the Holy Son standing still for a moment, and the aura on his body continued to increase. He was originally in the realm of the secluded world, but in an instant he returned to the realm of embryonic development. After waiting for a moment, starlight appeared in the consciousness of the sea, and a big star appeared in the soul. Stars appear and disappear in the sea of ​​consciousness of the Holy Son.

"The Holy Son has returned to his former self!"

Everyone felt the changes in the Holy Son and were shocked.

Some people who were familiar with the Holy Son could not help but recall the fear of being crushed by that yellow-haired boy.

Now that ten years have passed, he came back again, even if he only returned to the level of ten years ago, it made them feel scared.

"Thank you, holy monk."

Less than a cup of tea later, when the Holy Son raised his head again, even though his eyes were covered with gauze, the sharp edge stung many people present.

The old monk stared at the Holy Son for a moment, then finally nodded in relief and stepped back with a smile.

"Congratulations to the Holy Son for returning to the top. It seems that my Holy Path is about to prosper."

"After this hard work, great achievements will be achieved. The Holy Son will have a bright future and will surely reach new heights for our holy path."

The other two elders who had never spoken a word immediately praised him.

For example, the faces of Elder Shen, Wang Bowu, and even Fairy Ling were rather ugly.

The former could all understand, but Fairy Ling's originally cold and elegant face looked a little distorted at this moment.

He had just released the news two days ago that he would no longer support the Holy Son, but he didn't want to be slapped in the face so quickly.

It was like picking up a lottery ticket and throwing it away. Unexpectedly, the next day I saw the news that the lottery ticket had won the jackpot.

The feeling in my heart is worse than not winning the lottery.

"Thank you, holy monk."

The Holy Son thanked him again, turned around and faced the crowd, and raised his hand to stir up the energy around him. Layers of strong golden light rippled around him, and then the golden light manifested into a dazzling star behind him.

A huge and majestic aura filled the air, as if a tiger's roar shocked the heroes.

This scene couldn't help but make Yang Qingshan and other disciples in the crowd envious. That was An Gongsu.

This is the most auspicious and powerful star among the twenty-eight stars. It has been in the north for a long time, which means that it has a high status, authority and influence.

At the same time, An Gongsu also forms a complete galaxy with other stars in the Big Dipper, so it can use the power of the Big Dipper to bless itself.

If they can have the blessing of this star, their strength will definitely increase several times.

In addition to envy, Yang Qingshan and the other four demonic disciples couldn't help but look at each other, and they were confused about whether to follow the original plan and plunder the Holy Son from the treasure house.

After the starlight dispersed and the Holy Son gathered his breath, he turned around and walked to the door.

The surface of this gate is covered with intricate textures, which are intertwined to form wonderful pictures. Between the textures on the gate are inlaid with shimmering gems, which are dotted like stars. The night sky adds a sense of magnificence and luxury to this gate.

On both sides of the gate, there are rows of tall statues of gods.

These statues are lifelike, each displaying exquisite artistic skills. The gods have solemn faces and bright eyes, as if they are watching everything in this world.

I saw the Holy Son slowly extending his palm, and the next moment, a dazzling light flashed on his forehead, shining on the door.

The light was like liquid, flowing into every gap in the door.

With a sound of "Click!!", everyone's heart suddenly rose to their throats. If they weren't worried about the elders and protectors next to them, I'm afraid that the people behind would have been unable to hold back and wanted to rush forward. Fortunately, the treasure house When the door is opened, you can have a glimpse of the scenery.

"Kakakaka..."

As the sound on the gate became stronger and stronger, the gods above seemed to be alive, opening their mouths and spitting out mysterious runes and imprinting them on the gate.

"Om..."

Finally, with a harsh buzzing sound, the door of the treasure house slowly opened, as if a whole new world had been unveiled.

A mysterious light shines from the crack in the door, and a powerful energy wave spreads, making people feel awe.

The Holy Son didn't wait for the door to open completely, grabbed Da Fei's neck with one hand, jumped out with a strong step, and rushed into the door first.

As for the people behind them, they could only show envy.

This is a privilege exclusive to the Holy Son. As for others, they need to wait for the door to be completely opened before they can rush inside.

Accompanied by a golden light, the next second, the Holy Son appeared on the top of a mountain with Da Fei.

"Phew!! It's so dangerous, so dangerous!"

The moment his feet landed on the ground, Zhang Jun shouted in his heart that he was almost dead.

The old monk was indeed not a good person. He seemed to have doubts about himself. He first thoroughly checked the Holy Son's sea of ​​consciousness.

Fortunately, [Qingyuan Alien Species] was wonderful, and I noticed it early, so I didn't interfere too much with the Holy Son's emotional thinking.

Otherwise, the old monk will definitely catch him this time.

But after the old monk failed to detect the problem, he found that the Holy Son's soul was weak and did not seem to be able to understand the sword's intention, so he used an eighth-grade merit lotus seed to repair his soul at all costs.

Fortunately, when the souls were repaired, the power of the Qingyuan alien species was also integrated into the broken souls.

Otherwise, if the Holy Son's main consciousness fails to recover, he will no longer have the chance to control him.

But now, it is also a good thing.

The Holy Son's soul was repaired, but the main consciousness inside was still his own, adding an external incarnation to himself out of thin air.

In addition, he also discovered that the so-called spiritual inheritance of the Holy Son was hidden in the soul.

No wonder I couldn't find it when I searched through my memory before.

He closed his eyes and realized for a moment that this inherited technique was a set of techniques called the Peng Transformation Technique.

The current strength of the Holy Son is enough to bring out the mystery.

Immediately, his soul moved, and he jumped up. With the zhenqi all over his body, he turned into a golden roc. He grabbed Da Fei, who was still looking confused, and flapped his wings. In an instant, he was thousands of miles away.

Although his eyes cannot see clearly, his soul is rippling and he can take in the scenery of the treasure house in front of him.

I saw towering mountains here, and rippling blue rivers flowing between the mountains.

The river water is crystal clear and fish swim freely in it. There are green trees on both sides of the river bank, and all kinds of exotic flowers and plants are blooming, exuding bursts of fragrance.

The sunlight shines through the leaves on the ground, forming mottled light and shadow, giving people a sense of peace and tranquility.

It is indeed the heritage left by the gods for the holy way. The spiritual energy in the small world is frighteningly rich.

After a moment, he noticed that there were many mysterious ruins scattered in the mountains below.

These relics were all treasures left by the gods. From a long distance away, he could feel the powerful power contained in the relics.

Some ruins are hidden in the mountains and need to go through many obstacles to reach them. Some ruins are located on the banks of the river, integrating with the surrounding natural landscape.

There are also ruins suspended in the air that require the use of special magic weapons to approach.

The most eye-catching thing is the majestic sacred mountain in front.

On the top of the sacred mountain, there is a magnificent palace, where the gods once lived. Now, although the gods have left, the palace still stands.

"Haha, this is my chance."

Zhang Jun took a deep breath, immediately spread his wings and ran straight towards this sacred mountain...

(End of this chapter)