Big man

Liu Zheng led the three guests to the palace, took out a small jade tablet, and held it up to the main entrance of the palace. An invisible spiritual force was released from the jade tablet, and it immediately struck a chord with the spirit officials in the palace. There was a resonance, and the front door opened slowly with a "squeak".

"Three friends, please!"

A group of four people entered the hall, and the deacon disciple was waiting outside the door according to Liu Zheng's instructions. Without Liu Zheng's permission, no one was allowed to enter the Lingguan Hall.

The hall is not big, and in the middle of it enshrines a statue of a god with a golden helmet and gold armor, red eyebrows and red beard, three eyes glaring, and holding a thunder whip. It is Wang Lingguan.

Liu Zheng stepped forward quickly, and bowed to the ground in front of the statue of Wang Lingguan, respectfully paying homage.

The three brothers and sister Xiao Fan didn't dare to be negligent, and they went up to pay homage to this Taoist Dharma protector.I saw Wang Lingguan's majestic appearance and extremely exquisite carving, especially the thunder whip held high in his right hand, which is quite different from the golden Lingguan's golden body, but a dark golden color, which looks quite old, and it is not cast from the statue Together, but an independent weapon.

Xiao Fan even faintly felt the fluctuation of spiritual power from this thunder whip.This thunder whip is actually a treasure.

Seeing Xiao Fan's eyes fixed on the Thunder Whip, Liu Zheng smiled slightly and said, "Master Xiao, this Thunder Whip is the weapon used by my Maoshan ancestor Xuanming Zhenjun. It has been enshrined until now, and there are 1000 For many years."

Xiao Fan nodded.

This thunder whip was indeed a magic weapon of a monk thousands of years ago, but after so many years, no one drove it, the spirituality of this magic weapon has basically disappeared.

Although this Lingguan Hall is not big, it is divided into upper and lower floors. Behind an inconspicuous screen, there is a hidden passage leading to the underground.Liu Zheng led the four of them to the front of this passage, and an extremely cold aura rushed towards his face immediately.Xiao Fan's cultivation base is advanced, he is calm and composed, Wen Tianyun kung fu resisted.Tan Xuan even shuddered Lingling.

From this we can see how powerful this cold breath is.

Xiao Fan asked: "Renren Liu, is that ancestor of your sect in this underground palace?"

Liu Zheng once said that the ancestor of Maoshan existed in the form of a spirit body, a single ghost, under the suppression of the spirit official formation.It's still extremely cold, which shows the strength of this ancestor's spiritual body.

"Yes, Reverend Xiao. That ancestor is Zhenjun Xuanming. Back then, he hated evil like a vengeful, and was famous for his divine thunder method. Under the whip of thunder, he suppressed and killed countless demons and ghosts. He is the famous ancestor of thunder in our Maoshan sect."

When Liu Zheng said this, his expression was quite proud.

Xiao Fan nodded in agreement.

Liu Zheng opened the restriction on the underground passage, and the cold air gushed out even more. A milky white body protective mask emerged in front of Xiao Fan, immediately covering the cold air, and Liu Zheng and the other three also rushed out. A body shield emerged.Cover from the cold.

The underground palace is not very deep, just below the statue of Wang Lingguan, surrounded by walls made of green bricks, it is gloomy and chills.Around the center of the temple, there are eight statues of real-life Lingguan standing on eight stone platforms, holding high the thunder whip.Holding a hot wheel, staring with three eyes, facing a stone platform in the center.

This stone platform is not small, it is octagonal, and each corner is facing a statue of a spirit official.Misty.

Although the underground palace was equipped with very bright lights, it still looked extremely dark and cold.

Wen Tian said in a low voice: "This is the spirit officer's magic formation!"

Tan Xuan's eyebrows were already furrowed, and he repeated in a bit of surprise: "Lingguan Demon Subduing Formation?"

No wonder Tan Xuan was surprised.Since the patriarch of this underground temple was the True Monarch Xuanming of Maoshan, he was jealous of evil and had great virtues, but why did he use the spirit officer to subdue demons to suppress his ghost?

Xiao Fan's eyes only glanced over the spirit officer's demon-subduing formation, and then fixed on the stone platform in the center.

Just above the central stone platform, there is a bowl, which is as black as ink, and the extremely cold aura emanates from this pitch-black bowl.

Xiao Fan poked out his spiritual thoughts, intending to find out what happened in the bowl.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched the edge of the spirit officer's demon-subduing formation, he was immediately blocked by an invisible restriction.Xiao Fan gave a slight "hum", then increased the power of his divine sense, forcibly broke through the obstruction of the formation, and covered the pitch-black bowl.

The prohibition of this Spiritual Officer Demon-Subduing Formation is certainly powerful, but now that Xiao Fan's cultivation has reached the middle stage of the golden core, the power of divine sense has greatly increased, and the Spiritual Officer Demon-conquering Formation is mainly for suppressing demons, so the power of divine sense is very limited. Isolated, and not very good at it.

But the power of this divine sense will touch the edge of the alms bowl, and with a "swish", it will be sucked into the alms bowl rapidly, almost unstoppable.Xiao Fan was taken aback, he hurriedly exercised his kung fu, and quickly withdrew the power of the divine sense. If he was a little slower, the power of the divine sense would be swallowed by the bowl.Although the loss of such a ray of divine sense is not a big problem, it is also uncomfortable.

The Yin spirit in this bowl is really a bit weird.

Immediately afterwards, both Wen Tian and Tan Xuan beside him snorted, and Tan Xuan even took a step back, his face changed slightly, obviously caught off guard and suffered a small loss.Wen Tian's cultivation base is more advanced than Tan Xuan's, so the situation is slightly better.

"Hey, the power of divine sense is very powerful, and the reaction is also very fast. My friend, what sect and sect are you a disciple of?"

Suddenly, a surprised voice sounded from the bowl. It sounded like the voice of a middle-aged man, not too old.

Without waiting for Xiao Fan's answer, Liu Zheng shouted angrily: "Monster, you want to harm people again!"

The middle-aged man didn't take it seriously, he laughed and said, "Liu Zheng, you're not young anymore, why are you still so angry? Day after day, year after year, you haven't made any progress. Tsk tsk, It seems that you will never congeal a golden core in your life. If you die, you will be a junior in the foundation establishment period."

There was a sense of ridicule in his tone, as if he was very familiar with Liu Zheng.

The three brothers and sister Xiao Fan looked at each other in dismay, quite surprised.

Judging by the tone, this person could not be the ancestor of Maoshan anyway, otherwise, why would Liu Zheng sternly reprimand him as a monster?Something must have gone wrong.

Liu Zheng sneered, and said, "Demon, you don't need to worry about whether I can condense the golden core. To tell you the truth, this time, I specially invited Xiao Fan, the current head teacher of the Promise Sect, and his two fellow brothers and sisters. Come to clean you up. Your end is coming!"

"The Promise Gate?"

The middle-aged man's voice suddenly became sharper, as if he was quite annoyed, but also faintly terrified.

"The contemporary headmaster of the Promise Sect? No wonder the power of divine sense is quite strong..."

At this moment, another man's voice sounded in the pitch-black bowl. It sounded a bit older than the previous middle-aged man's voice, and it was also a bit lower, with indescribable coercion. Feeling, it seems that this person was a person with great power in his life.

Liu Zheng immediately bowed slightly, changed his tone, and said respectfully: "Yes, Patriarch. This is Xiao Fan, the current head teacher of Wuji Sect, Daoist Xiao Fan, who was specially invited by his disciples to help deal with the demons."

In this alms bowl, there are actually two different ghosts.The latter one with an older voice is Xuanming Zhenjun.

Xiao Fan and the others showed expressions of sudden realization.

It was just a small alms bowl containing two spirit bodies at the same time. They had never even heard of such a thing before, but seeing it with their own eyes now, they still find it very novel.

"Hmph, with this Jindan stage junior, you want to deal with Master Wei Ling, are you dreaming?"

The voice of the middle-aged man before shouted very angrily, but it did not have the calm demeanor just now.

Xuanming Zhenjun laughed, and said: "Old Devil Wei Ling, if your physical body was not destroyed and your supernatural powers were at their peak, a junior at the golden core stage would certainly not have the slightest power to fight back in front of you. But now Is it still back then? You are just a wisp of remnant soul now, lingering in this soul-gathering bowl, you may die at any time, and you are still bragging about it here, so shameless!"

The voice of the middle-aged man known as Willing Old Demon was even more furious, and he said with a sneer: "Smelly Taoist priest, I am a wisp of remnant soul, what do you think you are? Aren't you just like me, gathering souls here? Living in the bowl? It has been more than 1000 years, have you ever had the slightest advantage?"

True Monarch Xuanming did not get angry, and said with a smile: "Old Devil Wei Ling, I have not gained the slightest advantage, but I have descendants who are trying to rescue me. What about you? Where is your devil boy? I'm afraid Have you been wiped out by our orthodox monks long ago? You are left as a loner, still showing your power here. I really feel sorry for you!"

Old Demon Welling couldn't help sneering, and said, "Smelly Taoist priest, don't fool yourself here. You think that with your disciples and grandchildren who can't even condense the golden core, and the foundation-building stage juniors with such a low level of cultivation, you can get rid of it. The Yuanshen of our two Nascent Soul monks are separated? Stop dreaming! We are destined to become a pair of brothers in need, to live together and die together. It is thanks to you to think about saving you alone."

Xiao Fan, who had been quietly listening to their conversation, suddenly spoke, and said calmly: "Senior Wei Ling, although we have never seen this kind of situation before, how can you be sure that we will not be able to come up with a good solution? "

Old Demon Wei Ling was startled, then laughed again, and said disdainfully: "Laosheng, if that old man Li Taixing is here, I will believe what he said. What are you? You How many generations of his disciples and grandchildren?"

Both Wen Tian and Tan Xuan's expressions changed.

The Li Taixing that Old Devil Welling said was like thunder to them.It is the No. 30 third-generation head teacher of Wuji Gate, the disciple of the younger generation of Wuji Gate, who is honored as Taixing Patriarch.

It sounded like Master Wei Ling was a monk of the same generation as Patriarch Taixing.

It really is a thousand-year-old devil.