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Chapter 148 One thought returns light to the void of all dharmas
"Master, please take back your life." Ling Zhuoping half-knelt and said with his fists clasped.

"Master, I am not a member of the Taiyuan Sect, let alone an underground monk. How can I receive this fundamental treasure related to the inheritance of the Taiyuan Sect?" Ling Zhuoping refused.

"Zhuoping, are you unwilling to become the new Lord of Taiyuan!?"

Ling Zhuoping was about to refuse.

"Cough cough cough..." The Lord of Taiyuan coughed suddenly, interrupting Ling Zhuoping's words.

"Master?" Ling Zhuoping said with concern.

The Lord of Taiyuan paused his coughing and finally took a breath and said: "Zhuoping, I don't have much time left. That Abyss Demonic Dragon has cultivated his magical power and made great progress with each passing day... I could still suppress him before. Now he has severely injured him in just one encounter. I am afraid that the day when the abyss dragon will transform is not far away, and our Taiyuan Sect is completely unable to resist..."

"We, the thousands of monks from the Taiyuan Sect, will not pity the death. We only pity the millions of people who have lived underground for generations. If we lose the protection of the Taiyuan Sect, I am afraid that all lives will be ruined in an instant... cough cough cough..." Taiyuan The Lord coughed again.

"Master, can mortals survive in this dark underground abyss?" Ling Zhuo asked in astonishment.

"Hahahaha...Zhuoping, do you think we underground monks all moved from the ground? There are only a few who come from the ground. The vast majority of underground monks were born and raised in the underground abyss..." Taiyuanzhi The Lord covered the blood at the corner of his mouth with his dry palm and wiped it away calmly.

"Impossible! The underground abyss is dark, no vegetation grows, and all life is cut off." Ling Zhuoping said with his common sense.

"Although there is no sun in the underground abyss, there is the sun of the earth." The Lord of Taiyuan said.

"Who is Diyang?" Ling Zhuoping, who came from the surface, obviously knew nothing about the underground world.

"Diyang is the underground magma that flows all year round. It can also illuminate all things and transport millions of living beings...Zhuoping, if this underground abyss is really cut off from life and everything withers, then where will the abyss dragon come from?" Tai The Lord of the Abyss replied.

"But the underground abyss is too dark, and it is impossible for mortals to survive for a long time." Ling Zhuoping said again with his common sense.

"Zhuoping! What's so difficult about this? A nine-story Juyin Tower can absorb the Yin Qi within ten miles. Firstly, it can ensure the safety of hundreds of thousands of mortals around the Juyin Tower. Secondly, it can also be absorbed by Taiyuan Sect disciples. The evil energy of the earth's yin tempers the demonic power of the netherworld..."

"That's it." Ling Zhuoping looked older and more experienced.

"Master, are there really millions of mortals in this underground abyss?"

"In the underground abyss, Fengdu City alone has a population of 80. Juyin Tower and Diyang Tower are spread outside the city, creating tens of thousands of acres of fertile farmland. However, magma flows across the underground abyss, and ordinary people in the two places often cannot see each other for thousands of years. There are also evil cultivators in the underground monks. In order to advance their skills, they went astray and massacred some underground gathering points that were far away and in remote locations... Some even went directly to the surface, completely ruining the reputation of my underground monks." Lord of Taiyuan said.

"Zhuoping! 5000 years have passed, the Taiyin Sect has long since disappeared, and the reputation of the underground monks has been completely ruined by evil cultivators. The monks on the ground regard us as tigers and wolves, and they often encircle and destroy us. This makes it impossible for us to ask for help from the above-ground factions. No matter how powerful the Abyss Demonic Dragon is, it has never transformed. If the Nascent Soul cultivator from the great sect on the surface is willing to take action, cough cough cough... he will definitely be able to easily resolve the crisis in Fengdu City." The Lord of Taiyuan looked a little pale again. .

"Ling Zhuoping, you are the only one now! Cough cough cough... Only you, a golden elixir monk from the surface, are qualified to ask for help from the Nascent Soul cultivators of the great sect. You have to tell the surface monks that we are warriors stationed underground to fight against Shura. , instead of a bunch of evil cultivators who only play with corpse puppets, you have to tell them that there are still people underground, and there is no difference between living civilians and mortals on the surface... Cough cough cough... Zhuoping, my injuries are getting worse. The heavier it is, pick up the book quickly." The Lord of Taiyuan handed the Taiyuan Sect's inherited treasure "Taiyuan Scripture" to Ling Zhuoping's hands with dry hands.

Ling Zhuoping nodded and took it with both hands.

From this moment on, he, a young man from a family of cultivators on the surface, became the master of the Taiyuan Sect in the underground abyss.

A happy smile appeared on the dry and pale face of the Lord of Taiyuan. He raised his dry fingers and slowly pointed to the sky.

A big ghost with the pressure of the golden elixir stage appeared in mid-air.

The big ghost was covered in black mist, and his eyes were as red as blood.

"Once a person who practices the ghost-controlling technique is seriously injured that cannot be cured, he can only take the initiative to dissolve it. Otherwise, the ghost-controlling backlash will not only kill him, but also bring disaster to the whole party..."

"Big ghost, we practiced together and fought side by side. Now we are melting together and reincarnating together. Let's have twins as brothers in the next life." When the Lord of Taiyuan said this, his face actually lit up with a rosy luster.

This was a flashback... I saw the Lord of Taiyuan raising his withered head, and a frightening green light shot out from his deep-set pupils.

The big ghost with black smoke in mid-air looked at the Lord of Taiyuan with red eyes.

One red and one green, two rays of light quickly intertwined in mid-air, forming a rapidly rotating Yin-Yang Tai Chi.

The ghostly mana in the old man's body and the ghostly aura of the black smoke ghost quickly became entangled together, forming a powerful and strange mana whirlpool.

As the mana and soul were continuously drained from the body, the already dry face of the Lord of Taiyuan quickly withered.

Just listen to him shouting with all his strength in a hoarse accent: "One thought returns light and all dharmas are empty. I don't know where the true sect is."

snorted.

A big hole seemed to have opened in the void, and the red and green Tai Chi diagrams in mid-air were sucked into the hole...

A green crystal stone fell from mid-air, and Ling Zhuoping raised his hand to catch it.

This ghost core can only be left behind after the ghosts above the golden elixir melt away. It is also a treasure for practitioners of the ghost control method.

Ling Zhuoping turned his hand to accept the object, and then held up the "Taiyuan Scripture" with both hands with a solemn expression.

On the other side of the Wanjian Ancient Tomb is a large bare hillside.

Thousands of ghost-control monks stand on the hillside. At the front are three late-stage god-training monks. Their auras are huge and they are only one step away from condensing the golden elixir.

"Taiyuan Menmao is confused."

"Taiyuanmen Wu Makun."

"Taiyuan Sect Wu Ma Qin."

"Meet the new sect leader of Taiyuan Sect!"

Under the leadership of these two men and one woman, three late-stage god-training monks, thousands of ghost control monks on the hillside knelt down in unison, showing their loyalty to the new sect leader.

Ling Zhuoping looked down at the three of them and said, "Three elders, please take me to Fengdu City to have a look."

"Master, as you wish, the ceremony for your promotion to the Lord of Taiyuan must be held in Fengdu City." Wuma Kun, who was in the center of the three people, said.

Mao Quluo and Wu Maqin were silent. The three of them were obviously led by Wu Makun.

"Let's go." Ling Zhuo ordered calmly.

With an order, the dark wind started to rise.

Mao Quluo, Wu Makun, and Wu Maqin control their respective corpses, exuding ghostly aura that reaches the sky.

Suddenly, hundreds of ghosts roamed the night.

(End of this chapter)