Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain

There are six connected Luban locks on the periphery of the bone building.

The array of heavy machinery is completely different.

There was no obstacle in the way of Wu Sheng Temple.

Kunlun stepped forward, pushed gently, and with a squeaking sound, the door opened instantly.

I don’t know how many years it has been sealed. Dust has accumulated in the temple and the black mist is shrouded in it. It is so rich that it is almost impossible to circulate, as if you can reach out and grab it in the palm of your hand.

Several lights entered the hall one by one.

Dust particles spread out in all directions, floating back and forth in the light.

I saw carved beams and painted pillars in the hall, with seven glazed lamps on them, in the shape of the Big Dipper. On both sides of the hall stood six carved dragon pillars, and the dragons wrapped around them all had their beards spread out and were vivid.

And on the shrine in the middle of the hall.

Emperor Guan Sheng held the Lin Sutra in one hand and stroked his long beard on his chin with the other hand. He looked solemn, mighty and domineering.

Guanping Zhoucang stood on the left and right, holding a Qinglong Yanyue Sword.

It was nearly ten feet long, and the blade shone with cold light. Especially when it was swept away by the light, the white light was like a waterfall, making anyone who saw it shudder.

"It's really Guan Shengdijun..."

Although Xiling warriors have respected Wu Zixu, the overlord of Western Chu, as their ancestor since ancient times, most Xiling warriors are green forest people who believe in benevolence and righteousness, so they respect the second master Guan the most.

No matter big or small, worship the Martial Saint first.

Now that they saw the majestic statue of the True Lord in the hall, everyone in the group looked a lot more serious.

Kunlun stepped forward, lit the candle, and took a handful of incense and inserted it into the furnace.

In the curls of green smoke, the statue of the **** is even more majestic.

His eyes subconsciously fell on the Qinglong Yanyue Knife. After taking a closer look, he realized that the knife was not carved from clay or wood, but a real knife with an edge.

After bowing to the statue of Zhenjun, he couldn't help but marvel in his heart. He approached the shrine and grasped the handle of the sword. He felt that the power of the Qinglong sword was so powerful that it was impossible for ordinary people to control it.

Take a deep breath.

Only a clang was heard, and the long knife was lifted up by him.

The blade was broad and sharp, several inches longer than the halberd he carried on his back.

A casual wave.

The seemingly heavy Qinglong Sword was actually astonishingly sharp. The cold light broke through the black fog, and the sharp edge almost cut through the surrounding void.

There were a few people nearby who were looking at the temple.

He was startled by the sudden movement.

When he turned around, he saw the Qinglong Sword in his hand.

He was already tall and towering, but now that he had a long sword next to him, just standing there, the feeling of oppression suddenly became stronger.

"Good knife!"

Kunlun's eyes suddenly lit up.

His favorite weapon must be, firstly, heavy, otherwise it will feel light and flimsy in the hand and cannot exert one-tenth of his strength. Secondly, it must be fast, destroying everything wherever the blade points.

Hear the words.

Several people were even more amazed.

It was only him, otherwise if it were someone else, the weight of the knife, which weighed more than a hundred or dozens of kilograms, would have made them breathless.

"Brother Chen, didn't you say you were looking for a way to break the situation?"

"It's better not to delay. Look around to see if there is anything that can restrain the demon armor."

Partridge Whistle retracted his gaze and said solemnly.

According to the method of restraint in the Yishan lineage, there must be an antidote within five steps. With Feng Shigu as a person, he would never allow the demon to wreak havoc. If this kind of ghost continues to grow, even he will only be able to survive. Will be strangled into a ball of flesh and blood.

so.

In order to avoid future troubles.

He will definitely do something.

Chen Yulou said this, obviously thinking of this.

It is unreasonable for Guan Sheng Emperor Temple to appear in Corpse Shape Mountain, Dead Man's Mansion, and Dixian Village. Perhaps this is the reason why he specially built a Martial Saint Temple here.

"good."

"Quick, everyone move."

Hearing this, everyone responded.

In just a short while, the rumbling sound outside the temple door became more and more alarming. At the same time, Luofu's chirping sound penetrated the clouds and cracked the rocks, resounding in all directions, making people's blood boil.

I knew I couldn't delay any longer.

Everyone dispersed.

This Wusheng Temple has two floors. The first floor is the Hall of the Enchanted True Monarch. There is a suspension structure standing on the side. Partridge Whistle did not hesitate, stepped on the wooden ladder in three or two steps, and jumped up to the second floor.

only…

It is completely different from the bright and upright atmosphere on the first floor.

It was indescribably cold upstairs.

As soon as he entered it, he felt a chill rushing towards his face, as if there was murderous intent hidden in the darkness.

The old foreigner behind him subconsciously wanted to move forward with the lantern, but he held him down and said, "Something's wrong, put it out first."

In that gloomy and decaying atmosphere, he seemed to smell a hint of gunpowder.

This is obviously very wrong.

Because Dixian Village is deep underground and has several Yin rivers running through it, the air is already humid and it is difficult to preserve gunpowder. Even the ancient calligraphy and painting scrolls in the ossuary building were protected by sandalwood, otherwise they would have been bitten by mosquitoes.

But Wusheng Temple is different.

The terrain here is low and connected to the earth's veins. You can get a glimpse of it by looking at the stone walls of the Demon-Conquering Hall. Fine water droplets condense and the moisture is deep.

This is where gunpowder is stored.

What is the difference between it and the book in the water cave?

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Partridge Whistle knows this very well, so he tells the old foreigner to turn off the lights.

Although the latter didn't know why, since his senior brother ordered him, he didn't hesitate at all. He opened the glass cover of the wind lamp and blew it gently, and the jumping flame went out with a snap.

The second floor also fell into deathly silence again.

but.

They have no night eyes and can move freely in the dark.

When the fire was extinguished, the partridge whistle did not rest, but took out a palm-sized stone shaped like a jade bead, and a ray of green light slowly rose.

Although it is not enough to illuminate all directions.

But the surrounding area is extremely clear.

Realizing that his senior brother was acting like this, the old foreigner did not dare to hesitate and slowly took out an iron arrow from the quiver behind him. The space in the palace was narrow and it was difficult to use the dragon's bow. The arrow clusters were extremely sharp and could be used for self-defense.

The two of them were in tandem.

Except for the suppressed breathing sound.

There was only the sound of footsteps on the floor tiles.

Holding the luminous pearl, he walked forward for more than ten steps. Partridge Whistle didn't know what he found. He couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air, and his pupils suddenly stood up like a golden line.

He made a stop gesture to the old foreigner behind him.

The latter understood immediately and took advantage of the opportunity to poke his head out from the side of Partridge Whistle.

I saw that the structure on the second floor was almost the same as that in the Demon Subduing Hall. Six dragon pillars also supported the roof of the hall, but the one enshrined in the shrine... was not Emperor Guan Sheng.

Instead, it was a stocky, black and short evil spirit with angry eyes.

His eyes were as red as blood, standing high above the shrine, staring at the two of them.

Even the divine generals standing on both sides had turned into two sinister imps wearing blood-soaked black robes and pigtails on their heads.

The three ghost statues are fierce and evil.

Coupled with the green light emitted by the luminous pearl in his hand.

Reflect each other.

It made those evil gods exude an evil spirit all over their bodies.

"this…"

The old foreigner's scalp felt numb when he saw it.

He never thought that with just one layer of separation, the majestic Guan Sheng Emperor just now would be worshiped by evil gods and ghosts in the blink of an eye.

He swallowed secretly.

He glanced at his senior brother out of the corner of his eye.

At this moment, he also had a serious look on his face, and his expression was indescribably ugly.

Obviously he didn't expect this step.

"Cannon Temple."

After a while, Partridge Whistle slowly exhaled, his tone was complicated, and he couldn't tell whether he was surprised or angry.

"What?"

The old foreigner didn't understand, so he subconsciously asked.

The partridge whistle just pointed behind the three evil gods.

Take advantage of the situation and look.

Behind the ghost-like clay statue of the evil god, there was a wooden plaque hanging with gold characters on a black background, and the three words "Pao Temple" were written boldly.

"What kind of **** is the God of Guns?"

"Senior brother, I've never heard of it."

The old foreigner frowned. He originally thought that his senior brother had made up the name randomly, but he never thought that the plaque in the temple was like this.

"The word is as its name suggests."

"It means artillery."

The Partridge Whistle let out a breath of turbidity. Wuxi Town has used saltpeter and gunpowder since ancient times because of digging wells, cutting salt, and moving mountains and hills. However, earthen explosives often cause accidental injuries due to ratios or various problems.

The mine slaves suffered numerous casualties.

In desperation, some people secretly worshiped the God of Cannon.

Over time, it has become a trend.

Just like people along the coast first worship Mazu when they go out to sea, boatmen traveling across rivers often worship the river god.

A few days ago in Wuxi Town, the miners who were off work would take a drop or two and sprinkle it on the ground before eating or drinking. In fact, they were asking the cannon **** first to thank the **** for his protection and giving them poor people like them a mouthful of food.

However, at that time, the group was just watching the excitement, and the dialect in Wuxi was extremely obscure and difficult to understand. They just regarded it as some kind of custom and didn't think much about it.

"so…"

This is the first time for an old foreigner to hear such wild folk talk.

I just felt it was so novel. At the same time, he couldn't help but make an extremely bold guess in his mind.

"Senior brother, shouldn't there be... gunpowder hidden here?"

"Guessed it?"

Partridge Whistle smiled coldly.

He was originally just suspicious of the pungent smell of saltpeter he smelled when he went upstairs, but now that he saw the words "Pao Temple", that suspicion had disappeared.

"Look around."

"There might be artillery hidden here."

As soon as he said this, the old foreigner also became excited. If there really was a weapon like a red cannon, and it was moved downstairs, wouldn't it be used to deal with that pair of demon armor?

The two brothers took action quickly.

Walking around with the help of luminous pearls.

Soon, the two found a squatting tiger cannon in the compartment behind the shrine. It looked extremely ancient, at least from hundreds of years ago.

The inside of the gun barrel was pitch black and had countless scratches.

At first glance, it looks like it has been through the flames of war.

Feng Shigu is indeed very powerful and can get such things.

The two of them worked together to pull the Tiger Crouching Cannon out of the compartment.

"Brother, there is no gunpowder."

The old foreigner got in and took a look, but found that after removing the artillery, the compartment was completely empty and there was no gunpowder at all.

A cannon without explosives is just a musket without ammunition?

It's no different from a fire stick.

"To be able to hide such a cannon in the temple, you shouldn't have to look for it without even preparing gunpowder."

Partridge Whistle shook his head.

Holding the luminous pearl in his hand, his eyes swept around like a knife.

The shrines, clay statues, domes, dragon pillars, and even the cracks and corners of the wall were not spared. In the end, the two of them almost unanimously turned their gaze to the ground.

"Brother, I'm coming."

The old foreigner pulled out the dagger from his waist, and his eyes seemed to be filled with fire.

Not daring to delay at all, he squatted on the ground and carefully inserted the blade of the knife into the gap between the floor tiles. After taking apart a few pieces, he looked down and saw that the mezzanine on the ground was actually densely covered with gun pins.

The outermost part is wrapped with two layers of oil paper and then sealed with kraft paper.

After taking it apart, there was no sign of moisture inside.

"It's true that all the mechanisms have been exhausted. In this way, unless the entire Dixian Village is flooded by the Yin River, these cannon pins will not be dampened for hundreds of years."

The old foreigner's eyes shone when he saw it, and his face was filled with wonder.

"Okay, Brother Chen is still waiting downstairs. Go and call the Taoist Master and others up to prepare to deliver the artillery fire."

"Yes, senior brother."

The old foreigner nodded and quickly walked downstairs.

Not long after, people scattered throughout the Wusheng Temple arrived upstairs one after another. Without enough time to explain, the group quickly carried large and small bags of gun pins downstairs.

As for the squatting tiger cannon that weighs several hundred kilograms.

The hanging ladder is narrow and difficult to get up and down.

Kunlun stepped forward directly, took a deep breath, and then directly picked it up from the ground under the horrified eyes of everyone, and walked downstairs step by step.

Dong Dong Dong—

Heavy footsteps continued from the Cannon Temple to the Demon-Suppressing Temple.

Even though I had known for a long time that Kunlun was as powerful as an ox, hearing about it and seeing it with my own eyes had a completely different impact.

That's a squatting tiger cannon.

A weapon for defending cities and attacking mountains.

On the ancient battlefield, a cannon would have required at least a dozen soldiers to guard it and two horses to drag it. Now, he was able to carry the cannon down with his own strength.

"In ancient times, Xiang Yu resisted Ding. The Kunlun brothers were born at the wrong time. A few hundred years ago, at least they were fierce generals who swept across the battlefield and charged into battle."

Feng Sibei followed closely behind, carrying several packs of gun pins. Looking at the tall figure, he just felt his tongue smacking.

Such a cruel person.

How far do you have to practice Henglian Kung Fu to do it?

Chen Yulou stood outside the Wusheng Temple with his hands behind his hands, staring intently at Luofu and Yaojia, who were still fighting in the night. He suddenly heard movement behind him and turned around subconsciously.

I saw Kunlun at a glance, striding over with a squatting tiger cannon that was taller than others.

Even if I have seen him forcefully conquer the Guixu Trigram.

I'm still shocked now.

"You're not afraid of hurting your bones either."

Quickly approaching, Chen Yulou glanced at him helplessly, then stretched out his hand, and patted the gun barrel and base lightly with his palm. Kunlun immediately noticed that the heavy pressure on his body had been relieved by half.

Subconsciously leaned down.

With a bang, the artillery hit the ground, and its heavy force created a deep crater on the ground, sending smoke and dust everywhere.

Hearing what the shopkeeper said, Kunlun just grinned.

For him, this weight is a bit strenuous at most, but far from breaking the bones.

While the two were talking.

A group of people had already brought in dozens of packages of gun pins, all of which were heavily wrapped in cowhide and oil paper, and even specially marked with numbers.

"Forty-seven packs."

"It's enough to kill the dragon!"

After a casual glance, Chen Yulou rubbed his hands and couldn't help but laugh.

From this point of view, Feng Shigu actually did not dare to bet. After all, he was afraid that such ancient evil creatures would be beyond his control during the hundreds of years he had escaped into the sarcophagus to dissect corpses and practice.

"Shopkeeper Chen wants to kill the demon armor?"

Seeing him leaning over to check the latch of the Crouching Tiger Cannon, Feng Sibei finally couldn't hold it back.

"Taoist Master, don't you think it's okay?"

Hearing the urgency in his tone, Chen Yulou raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully.

"It's not impossible."

"Pindao is just worried that it will cause an earthquake. When the time comes, the mountains will collapse and the mountains will collapse. With so many of us, won't we all be buried here?"

Feng Sibei shook his head.

"Don't worry, Taoist Master, Chen will certainly not act recklessly."

"Just smash the demon armor's turtle shell."

Chen Yulou seemed to have guessed his concerns a long time ago.

The reason why he has not taken action until now is that he first melted the body of the demon armor with the Luofu Phoenix fire, and then broke its heavy shell. When the time comes, the body is completely exposed, and naturally there is no resistance at all.

Feng Sibei was shocked when he heard this.

Judging from Chen Yulou's intention, it seemed that he had already made a plan. He even had a vague guess in his mind that it was him. He seemed to have a plan in mind and everything was going according to his plan.

Wusheng Temple, Tiger Crouching Cannon.

Otherwise, it would be too much of a coincidence.

But before he had time to think too much, a chirping sound that penetrated the clouds and cracked the stone suddenly came from the dark blood mist, pulling him back from his thoughts.

"Luofu..."

Chen Yulou shouted lowly.

Use the spiritual seed to give an order to Luofu.

In an instant, the fire around Luofu became even brighter, and a big sun seemed to rise in the darkness. The flames were rolling, and the momentum was so overwhelming that the surrounding void seemed to collapse inch by inch.

A pair of red-gold phoenix eyes stared intently at the **** shadow in front of them, with madness deep in their eyes.

Wow—

Spread your wings.

The next moment, it appeared outside the demon armor and slashed hard with a pair of sharp claws.

The Nine-Death Jingling Armor, which had already been forced out of the mountain, sensed the danger and desperately fled forward. But after playing for so long, Luofu finally waited for his master's order, how could he let it get what he wanted?

A ball of phoenix fire roared, burning out of thin air on the path of the demon armor's stealth.

Force it to stop.

At the same time, both claws thrust out, and a numbing tingling sound was heard, just like the sound of sharpening a knife. The whole body was filled with blood mist, and the bronze tripod covered with copper etching flowers was forcibly scratched out. Cracks all over.

The originally bright red blood mist suddenly became much darker in color.

In desperation.

It could only give up and escape into the rock formations, and fled toward the only opening, the Wusheng Temple.

Even though it could feel an extremely uncomfortable aura from the Demon-Suppressing Palace, the enemy was currently facing and it was not allowed to think too much.

"Coming!"

Looking at the majestic blood that hit.

Chen Yulou's heart moved, he raised his hand and made a ready gesture behind him.

The old foreigner who was half-kneeling on the ground immediately filled four packs of cannon pins into the barrel of the cannon. Yang Fang was holding a torch in his hand, and the swaying light of the fire reflected his unprecedented seriousness on his face.

At this moment, he didn't even dare to distract himself from looking at the mass of blood in the air.

He just stared at Shopkeeper Chen's gesture.

According to the agreement, as long as he puts it down, he will light the fuse as soon as possible.

In the blink of an eye.

The ball of blood finally broke into everyone's sight.

Even though they had thought about it for a long time, the moment they saw the Nine Death Jingling Armor's body clearly, the people in front of the Demon-Conquering Palace couldn't help but their pupils tightened, their expressions were stunned, and there was a loud thumping under their chests.

So what kind of monster is he?

The ancient bronze vessels are intertwined with each other. Some of them still retain their original appearance, but most of them are broken into pieces, covered with copper rust, and smelly blood seeps out. Outside the bronze vessels, there are vines growing over them. Like copper-etched flowers.

As it hit, it was shaking back and forth in mid-air.

It looks indescribably weird, terrifying and... indescribable.

"put!"

Before the demon armor arrived, the soaring stench of corpse poison and blood had already spread overwhelmingly, and even through the black towel soaked in the liquid, the mouth and nose seemed to be washed away.

Chen Yulou did not hesitate at all.

The raised hand suddenly dropped down.

Suddenly, a hissing burning sound came from behind, mixed with the pungent smell of burning saltpeter and gunpowder.

The next moment.

There was an earth-shattering sound of cannons, and four **** of fire went straight towards the **** light in the air! (End of chapter)