The indescribable Taoist Lord

Li Ping'an followed Wang Zhixin's eyes under the mask of kindness and old immortality, and saw a large hall in the distance.

The secret realm of Sendai is not small, and there are even undulating mountains and continuous earth veins. Even compared to Tahaotian from Chang'an School, I'm afraid it's even worse. Strictly speaking, the evil objects in the secret realm cannot be compared with it at all.

The main hall is located on a fairy peak that reaches straight into the sky somewhere. The aura of fairy spirits lingers in it. Although there are no exotic animals and treasures, the heavy green clouds still make it look particularly majestic.

However, it was between the immortal peaks that there existed the great hall.

It is extremely wide, but no light can enter it. The mysterious color of the whole body reveals a kind of gold-like luster, which indeed makes people wonder whether the entire body is made of magic-suppressing iron.

And the mysterious Taoist scriptures engraved on it make people can't help but pour their hearts into it, as if they understand these and seem to come from the ancient times, but they can't guess the book of Taoism that originated from the feet. Entering into a mysterious realm.

Wang Zhixin felt that if he had been sitting here for the first few years like he was doing with mountains and bamboos, he might have really realized something. After all, the reason why bamboos can't do anything is because they are worthless, but in this big hall. The Taoist text on...

It seems to contain endless mystery and spirituality, as if it was shaped by the source of Taoism, and was carved into a seamless whole by inexplicable power. It seems that it was not refined by some powerful person, but was made by the bell spirits of heaven and earth descending to show mercy. , is the incarnation of some kind of "Tao".

Moreover, this Tao is not infected and is not cramped. It goes against all the characteristics derived from immortals and gods. The Tao text is engraved on it, like the rhythm of breathing, which makes Wang Zhixin and Li Ping'an look a little dull in the blink of an eye.

Naturally, what surprised them the most was the material of this hall. The mysterious fairy hall exuded restrained silence, but it was isolated from all the pollution and filthy atmosphere. It was like the heaviest thing in the world, the most desolate thing. It can cut off the connection between all "filthiness" and the monk's soul and spirituality.

"Is this entirely made of magic-suppressing iron?"

Li Ping'an took advantage of the situation and exclaimed. In fact, he was indeed very surprised. Shenxia did have deposits of demon-suppressing iron. Since the demon-suppressing army often needed to be stationed on the ancient demon-sealing road, they would also have a deep iron ring on their fingertips. To resist the influence of evil spirits on the spiritual soul.

However, those iron rings were only mixed with a slight amount of demon-suppressing iron. The content in them could not be said to be more than a few grains of iron powder. However, after all, this thing was particularly scarce among the demon-suppressing army and should not be used as a consumable.

And there are fewer and fewer circulating in the market.

If word spread about the palace in the mountains, which was completely made of demon-suppressing iron, it would be enough to cause a turmoil in the Zhongtian world.

A major cultivator once speculated that if the Demon-Suppressing Iron was painstakingly crafted into a valuable treasure, its power against evil spirits would probably be no less than that of a Dao Fruit Immortal Weapon. However, the output of this thing is actually mysterious and strange, and it has never been seen in one piece. The ores are all iron powder, and there is no way to smelt them into one piece and turn them into cast iron.

As a result, the idea that many weapon refiners had once came to nothing.

And Li Ping'an's knowledge is obviously shallow. In Zhang Qinghe's eyes, this square hall, whether in the spiritual world or in the real world, seems to span the ancient past and the origins of future generations, intertwined with some mysterious and mysterious abstract " "Tao", if Zhang Qinghe's spiritual vision were deeper, he might not be able to see extremely huge secrets.

And the aura emanating from this hall also made him very familiar with it - that aura originated from the heavens and the places he had been to.

Perhaps, this main hall is not a "main hall", and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a concrete representation of some kind of heavenly way.

"It is indeed demon-suppressing iron, and it was not cut by human knives or axes, nor could it be made by those things in the sky."

Xuan Douxingjun was quite patient with those who fell behind. Although his voice was cold, he didn't answer well. After all, the Beitian Emperor had expressed her closeness to these two people, so she naturally placed the "Fulu Star Lord" and the "Night Spirit Officer" in a friendly position.

"Oh?" Li Ping'an became more and more confused now.

"Since it was not built by monks, nor by those ghosts in the sky, then who built this hall, and what is its purpose?"

"I don't know." Xuan Douxingjun replied.

"I don't know?!" Li Pingan felt that this woman was too perfunctory.

"You're right to ask, since it's not a monk or a thing in the sky, then who is it?

Therefore, many monks in the Heavenly Palace regard the Xiantai Palace as their faith. As long as the Xiantai Palace is there, they will have a pillar to kill evil spirits. "

When Xuan Douxingjun talked about this, he looked straight at Fang Xiantai Palace. Although he was so calm and restrained that he could not see his emotions, he could still read some meaning.

"Faith, what do they believe in?"

Li Ping'an recalled the impression he had always had of the evil people in the Heavenly Palace mentioned in Xiantang. They all acted without taboos and liked to slaughter state capitals and feed exotic treasures.

But now it seems that this is not the case, or not all Tiangong people are like this.

"Many people saw this Immortal Palace out of despair, and then they dared to ask the sky if there are real immortals."

Xuan Douxingjun slowly led the way for the two of them.

"If there is a true immortal, we can see the way forward. If there is no true immortal, we can build our own heavenly palace."

The awe-inspiring words were spoken calmly, but Wang Zhixin and Li Ping'an were speechless for a while.

Zhang Qinghe, who had been unmoved and even a little indifferent, was moved for a moment.

"If there is, then we can see the way forward. If not... then we can build our own heavenly palace?"

Zhang Qinghe murmured in his heart, and then smiled helplessly -

"In terms of courage and talent, I am far inferior to the great emperors and star kings who established this heavenly palace."

He had previously thought that taking these divine positions was just the result of the arrogance and anger of some ants sitting in a well watching the sky, but later he felt that it was necessary for the Xingxu method to steal the power of the immortal gods.

But now it seems... this is clearly a determination to go alone in a desperate situation. This is not arrogant or stupid at all, but is the first-class sobriety and self-awareness in the world.

Several people finally walked onto the winding corridor leading to the Xiantai Palace. The corridor was extremely elegant, and Zhang Qinghe inexplicably felt that it was the style that Wenchang Club would like.

The pavilions and pavilions seem to be filled with mist and rain, and the cloisters and pavilions seem to be filled with mist and rain.

"Alienation seems to have been bred here."

Zhang Qinghe silently reminded Wang Zhixin.

He saw half a branch of peach blossoms outside the corridor and traces of burns between the corridors. Wang Zhixin also stopped.

Xuan Douxingjun was a little surprised.

"Fulu Dao has a friendly eye. There was an evil spirit breeding here that day, and I was not present. It seems that Wenchang Xingjun took care of it."