I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 316: The dragon-locking tower suddenly appears in the dungeon, and the shadow of the big roc on the sacred mountain

The Wang family is indeed a large family of the Holy Path, and its background is indeed extraordinarily rich.

With the power of the six-pupil one-eye, this huge mansion was broken down into countless threads in front of his eyes.

Some of these threads are connected to people's bodies, and some are related to surrounding buildings.

And all the threads finally gathered in the pond at the center of the mansion,

Obviously that place is the central hub of all the Wang family's formations, that is, the formation eye.

"Hahaha, this little girl really likes people. Junior brother, do you want to share some of them with me and take them back to be bed-warming maids?"

At this time, Huang Mao came over, holding several women in his hands as if catching chickens. Just as Huang Mao said, these girls were all pretty and pretty, and at first glance they were women from the Wang family.

Huang Mao placed a curse on them, leaving these women naked and with a look of despair on their faces.

Zhang Jun glanced at it, and then pointed at the little girl Huang Mao was holding in his left hand: "That's it."

"This one……"

Huang Mao lowered his head and took a look. This little girl was only eleven or twelve years old. She had pink and jade-shaped hair and a pair of big, watery eyes. She was extremely beautiful. She looked like a beauty at first glance.

To be honest, he was still a little reluctant to part with it. This little girl, whether she enjoyed it for herself or sold it to the Hehuan Sect, even if she peeled off the skin, she could sell it for a good price.

But who made him speak just now? Unexpectedly, this junior fellow apprentice was so rude and smacked his lips: "Okay, this is a good product. Take it back and save five thousand spiritual stones."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and threw the girl to Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun grabbed the girl with his spirit-tempered hands and took off a string of gold and silver locks from her neck.

Looking at the gold and silver lock, Zhang Jun looked down at the frightened little girl and asked, "Who are you, Wang Bowu?"

The little girl had tears in her eyes, her face was pale, and she was too nervous to speak.

Seeing this, Zhang Jun didn't bother to ask, just picked up the little girl and walked to the backyard.

"Hey, I'm quite impatient."

When Huang Mao saw this, he was too smart to follow him. He squinted at the servants behind him who were under his control. A cold light flashed in his black pupils: "If we want to take him with us, we can't take so many people with us. If we can't take them with us, then what?" Just die for me!"

As he spoke, Huang Mao pinched his fingers, and the curse that had been struck on these servants suddenly erupted. The next second, the entire front yard was covered with blood.

"what!"

At this time, in front of the treasure house, Wang Bowu's eyelids suddenly jumped wildly. He stood up from his chair and looked in the direction of his home.

A bad feeling is getting stronger and stronger in my heart.

"Elder Wang?"

Parent Shen on the side saw the change in his expression and stood up in confusion.

"Something might have happened to my family."

Wang Bowu whispered, and immediately walked out.

"Absolutely not!"

Everyone hurriedly stopped Wang Bowu: "The situation outside is unknown now. Once we leave, we must be trapped in a trap. It is better to wait here for a while. The leader will arrive soon. We might as well go out then."

The valley where the treasure house is located is protected by a special formation. Even though it is as strange as a forest outside, it is completely unaffected here.

"Elder Wang, I personally set up the formations of all the major families in the Holy City. Your formation isolates the internal and external space and is self-contained. If the formation is broken, I will feel it immediately. At this moment, I I can guarantee that there will be absolutely no problem with the formation."

It was the fairy who spoke.

The spiritual inheritance that Fairy Ling understood was extremely rare, and she could use the power of space. In addition, she was a recognized master of formations. The formations arranged by the elders and major places in the Holy City were all written by her.

If the formation was really broken, she would feel it immediately.

After hearing Fairy Ling's words, Wang Bofu's upset mood calmed down a lot, but he still felt uneasy.

The Wang family has sent out almost all their elites for this treasure trove. Now there are only old, weak, women and children in the house, as well as some ordinary guards.

If something happened, he wouldn't be able to bear it at all.

Thinking of this, Wang Bowu turned around, glanced at the treasure house behind him, and then walked up to the holy monk: "Holy monk, tell the truth, how long will the leader have!"

"Amitabha, monks only tell the truth, monks don't tell lies. The time has not come yet."

Wang Bowu clenched his fists tightly, walked to the side and sat down with a dark face.

His eyes were fixed on the direction of his home. Even with the protection of the spirit fairy, Wang Bowu still felt strong uneasiness in his heart.

Zhang Jun, who came to the courtyard at this moment, suddenly stopped and looked sideways at the little girl he was holding in his hand.

The six-pupil single eye on the rosary in his arms followed Zhang Jun's gaze and gradually focused on this little girl.

The six-layer pupils turned, and a black silk thread extended from the little girl's body, like a kite string, extending outside the Wang family.

"It seems that you are indeed a very important person in the Wang family." Zhang Jun tried to gently hook the thread with his fingers, and Wang Bowu, who was far away at the other end, frowned as if feeling something.

Zhang Jun also felt a strong sense of anxiety running along this thread.

People say that there is some mysterious connection between relatives. Even if they are thousands of miles apart, they will be affected by the changes in their relatives.

It's just that this kind of feeling is very vague to most people. It can only be felt when your mind is focused on a certain person.

In reality, people call this feeling telepathy.

In the game world, these people who have cultivated their skills and participated in creation have even stronger feelings.

It's just that thanks to the six-pupil one-eyed person, I can see with my own eyes what the physicalization of this feeling looks like.

But this is not because he specifically asked for this little girl, but it is not because of this.

Zhang Jun looked at a very red line connected to the girl's body. The other end of this line was the pond in front of him.

He speculated that there should be some special restrictions below, and only the direct bloodline of the Wang family could open it.

He walked to the edge of the pond, glanced around, lowered his head and saw the sparkling light below the pond, with countless lines forming a huge light group below.

Seeing this, Zhang Jun raised his palm and slapped it hard on the pond.

"boom!"

The pond in front of him exploded in an instant, and the water of the lake was torn left and right under the guidance of the spirit-quenching hands, revealing a dark staircase that extended all the way down.

Even the little girl on the side widened her eyes. She didn't expect that there was a secret passage hidden under the pond.

Zhang Jun walked into the secret passage, stood in front of the secret passage and observed it for a while, then casually threw a magic weapon from his storage bag and threw it in.

I saw that the magic weapon had only driven into the dark passage for more than ten meters, and the luster on it gradually dimmed. In an instant, it was covered with rust, until it turned into a handful of dust and scattered in mid-air.

"interesting!"

Zhang Jun could see clearly that there was no formation in this corridor, but there were countless flying insects densely packed inside. These flying insects were not even the size of hairs, and were almost invisible to the naked eye, and even the soul could not sense them.

Even with the six-pupil rosary hanging around his neck, he could only see a blur of black and white shadows. If he walked inside in a daze, he probably wouldn't get any benefits.

In order to verify his conjecture, Zhang Jun deliberately took out some spiritual stones and threw them over.

Just like the magic weapon just now, before the spirit stone hit the ground, it was swallowed up by countless black and white insects.

Zhang Jun then tried several other methods, such as using lightning to chop, burning, poison, etc., and finally found that these bugs could eat anything and were almost invincible.

He speculated that there should be some special restrictions on these bugs, otherwise it would be too dangerous to keep such things in captivity at home.

Then he glanced at the little girl next to him.

Although this girl was trembling, her mind was very quick. She could see what Zhang Jun wanted to do at a glance, and she screamed and ran away.

But how could Zhang Jun let her run away? He grabbed her with his spirit-quenching hand and threw her directly.

As a result, the little girl finally came to her senses when she fell to the ground and fell flat on her butt.

Zhang Jun took another look and found that the bugs could only get closer to the girl about three meters away. Now it was easier to deal with. He grabbed her with his soul-tempering hand again, hit her on the head, and went straight down the steps. Walk.

The dark stone walls are inlaid with large, round orbs, and the soft light emitted by the orbs just illuminates the surroundings.

"Dragon Locking Tower, there is such a thing!"

When he saw what the formation below was, even Xue Begonia couldn't help but exclaim. I saw a three-meter bronze pagoda standing in front of me.

The pagoda is tightly locked by eighteen iron cables. The end of each iron cable is connected to a hub of the formation, which is the core of maintaining all the Wang family's formations.

In other words, if this thing is dismantled, all the Wang family's formations will stop functioning in an instant.

"Is there a real dragon here?"

Zhang Jun walked to the pagoda and observed the pagoda carefully. Through the window on the pagoda, he saw a dragon-shaped shadow passing inside the pagoda.

"Of course it's not a real dragon, but this dragon-locking tower can imprison dragon veins from ten directions. This tower is three stories high, which means it can imprison three dragon veins. Hey, it's really a big deal."

The dragon vein is the lifeblood of the earth's mountains and rivers. Once it is passive, the mountains will collapse and the earth will split, or the world will be devastated.

Maybe it will cause a change in the direction of the long river of luck, which involves an unknown amount of cause and effect.

Since ancient times, it has existed like a taboo.

The Wang family actually used the Dragon Locking Tower to imprison three dragon-veined true spirits. This was extremely audacious.

That is to say, the gods in this world have to retreat and the deceitful gods are in charge. Otherwise, in another small world, such behavior will inevitably arouse the anger of the gods.

The reason why the Wang family can support the operation of so many huge formations, from the space formations outside to the maintenance formations of surrounding flowers, plants and trees, is because of the support of the dragon veins in the Dragon Locking Tower.

This is a real treasure, infinite energy.

"This is the treasure that any formation master would dream of, and you got it this time."

After hearing what Xue Haitang said, Zhang Jun couldn't help but squint his eyelids and look at this treasure carefully. For a moment, the corners of his mouth raised, and he had already thought of the function of this thing...

At the same time, inside the treasure house.

Dozens of escaping lights flew rapidly, chasing each other in mid-air.

"Xiantong Zuo, leave this thing behind. We discovered this thing first. If you snatch this thing away, we will fight to the death."

Zuo Xiantong glanced back with an unkind expression, and then sneered: "You deserve it too!"

Wanmo taught Prisoner Feng to control a flying boat. Hearing Zuo Xiantong's words, he immediately became furious and sacrificed his magic weapon. Twelve fallen angel nails flew into the sky and attacked and killed him in an instant.

A trace of disdain flashed in Zuo Xiantong's eyes. He moved and turned into a ray of green light, quickly dodging the attack of the Fallen Angel's Nail.

He sneered, and dozens of talismans suddenly appeared in his hand. Silver cinnabar flashed on the talismans, which were completely transformed by the essence of thunder and lightning.

"You remnants of the demonic path, how dare you try to compete with me for a chance? Today I will let you see my divine thunder!" Zuo Xiantong's voice was cold and proud.

While speaking, Zuo Xiantong was seen casually throwing the talisman. Suddenly, a thunder burst from the sky, and the thunder struck down like a thunderbolt.

Upon seeing this, Prisoner Feng of the Ten Thousand Demons Cult changed his expression. He secretly cursed himself for being impulsive, and it was already too late to take back the magic weapon.

Seeing the thunder falling, I could only use another magic weapon to block it.

However, as the true successor of Shenxiao, Zuo Xiantong used thunder talismans that were personally refined by Elder Shenxiao, and their power far exceeded those of the Concentrating Soul Realm by countless times.

After several consecutive thunders, the magic weapon thrown by Qiu Feng, the Fallen Angel's Nail, exploded first, and then the protective magic weapon also crumbled under the lightning.

"He Xinhuan, Shang Yinling, Yang Qingshan, why don't you take action?" Seeing that he could no longer hold on, Qiu Feng turned around and said coldly.

He Xinhuan from the Five Emperors Demonic Temple nodded. He took a deep breath, formed a seal with his hands, and muttered something in his mouth.

Suddenly, the entire sky was shrouded in darkness, and a gloomy aura filled the air.

"All demons are coming!" He Xinhuan's voice echoed throughout the valley.

As his voice fell, dozens of black shadows fell from the sky, instantly surrounding Zuo Xiantong. These black shadows are the heart-damaging devils of the Five Emperors Demon Temple. Each of them exudes powerful evil energy, and their strength is no less than the peak of concentration.

Zuo Xiantong frowned slightly, knowing that he was in a dilemma. But he has no intention of backing down. This opportunity is the key to whether he can successfully enter the Tao. If he misses this thing, he may not have such an opportunity next time.

Thinking of this, Zuo Xiantong's eyes flashed with determination. He took a deep breath, and a powerful aura emanated from his whole body.

A bright star shone behind him, and dazzling electric light burst out all over his body. He could see his hands forming seals, and a formation flew out from between his eyebrows, hanging at the feet of Zuo Xiantong, with eighteen apricot-yellow thunder flags spread high.

I saw Zuo Xiantong standing in the middle, holding the seven-star arrow in his left hand and waving the thunder flag in his right hand.

"The sky and the earth are dark and yellow, the Supreme Lord Jade Qing Tianzun is as urgent as the law, the nine-fold thunder, kill me!"

"Rumble, rumble..."

The moment Zuo Xian's fairy tale fell, endless lightning flashed around him.

I saw a sea of ​​thunder rolling around, as if the world was about to be destroyed.

Nine huge palaces rise from the sea of ​​thunder and stand on nine levels in the sky. In each Taoist temple, there is a creature sitting cross-legged. Looking down, they are either majestic, sharp as a knife, ethereal, or blurry. Temperaments vary.

"not good!"

When the people following behind saw this, their expressions changed drastically. It was obvious that Zuo Xiantong was preparing to fight them desperately.

"Everyone, the opportunity is right in front of us. If we retreat, we will be mortal enemies when we meet again in the future!"

When Prisoner Feng saw this, he immediately roared, his figure and aura surged, and the magic stars behind him flashed, enveloping him with tens of thousands of meters of demonic power, and he killed in the light of lightning.

He Xinhuan sighed, knowing that this battle was going to be a life-and-death battle, so he summoned the surrounding Heart-Destroying Demons and followed them to kill them.

Shang Yinling and Yang Qingshan looked at each other and took action one after another.

For a moment, lightning flashed, turning into countless armored heavenly soldiers and generals killing him.

The five people fought together instantly. Thunder light and evil energy intertwined, making bursts of harsh collision sounds.

Zuo Xiantong waved the seven-star arrow in his hand, and every blow carried the power to destroy everything. He controlled the altar, shuttled between lightning and evil spirits, and fought against Qiu Feng, He Xinhuan and five others without fear.

Qiu Feng transformed into a huge demon king, and his whole body exuded a strong evil aura. The black spear in his hand was swung like a violent storm, and every blow brought a terrifying power. The figures of him and Zuo Xiantong intertwined in the air, making waves of deafening noises.

He Xinhuan was wearing a black robe and holding a bloody sword. His figure was flickering, sometimes turning into a black shadow, sometimes turning into blood mist, and in conjunction with the Heart-Destroying Demon, he kept attacking from the side.

In just a few breaths, Zuo Xiantong suffered severe injuries, and his face was like gold paper.

Shang Yinling and Yang Qingshan also took action. They mastered water and fire spells respectively. Shang Yinling summoned a huge water dragon and rushed towards Zuo Xiantong with bared teeth and claws; Yang Qingshan controlled a blazing flame, covering the entire battlefield in a sea of ​​fire.

The battle was extremely fierce, with lightning, evil energy, sword light, water dragons, and flames intertwined together to form a spectacular and terrifying picture. The five of them are all true disciples of each sect, top-notch masters. Their attacks are extremely powerful, and every collision will cause violent energy fluctuations.

Time passed by minute by second, and the battle lasted for a full hour.

Everyone was exhausted and their bodies were covered with scars. Zuo Xiantong's injuries were getting more and more serious, but he became more and more brave as he fought.

Although the five of them, Shang Yinling, were strong, they all had their own little thoughts, and it was hard to tell the winner for a while.

While they were in a stalemate, Yang Qingshan suddenly raised his head and looked at the mountain in the distance.

He asked that the mountain was the sacred mountain in the treasure house and was once the residence of the gods. However, many people were sent out inexplicably after entering, or they never came out after entering.

For a time, many people regarded this mountain as an unknown place, and no one wanted to go there.

But now, on top of this sacred mountain, there is a bright golden light, and there is a misfortune shrouding it.

"Someone has entered the Tao!"

Everyone was shocked, wondering who could enter Taoism on the sacred mountain. Could it be that he had obtained the inheritance of the gods inside?

Just when everyone was horrified, Zuo Xiantong suddenly remembered something, immediately put away the altar and rushed towards the sacred mountain.

"Don't run!"

Upon seeing this, Qiu Feng and others immediately pursued him.

A group of people ran and chased, and arrived at the foot of the sacred mountain in an instant. Zuo Xiantong looked at the mountain in front of him, but he was almost exhausted. Seeing Qiu Feng and others chasing after him, his face showed a bit of sadness. and despair.

I couldn't help but look up to the sky and yell: "Holy Son!!"

"Hahaha, don't talk about the Holy Son, even if the King of Heaven comes, I won't even think about saving you!"

The four prisoners from Qiu Feng chased after him, and when they heard Zuo Xiantong's roar, they not only laughed.

But before their laughter died down, they suddenly heard an echo from the top of the mountain: "Oh, really!"

The smiles on Qiu Feng's and others' faces suddenly solidified. They looked up at the sacred mountain and saw the figure of a golden roc emerging from the top of the mountain. Like a god, it spread its wings and turned into a golden cloud soaring down from the sky.

Only after Dapeng whipped up a terrifying gust of wind, knocking the four prisoners away, did they see the Holy Son with blond hair dancing wildly, standing directly next to Zuo Xiantong. His tall body was as if cast from gold. A god-king looking around...

(End of this chapter)