Chapter 316 Two years later (Congratulations to the Lord of Fire, Rain and Ice Wind!)
Futu Mountain.
A dark ray of light hovered in the sky, and then landed at the foot of the mountain, revealing the figure of a handsome man.
"This Yan Mo Dao Palace seems to be deserted and quiet...but it seems that there is a huge danger hidden, even the local cultivators know a thing or two."
Fang Xi murmured.
Just circled around, although he didn't find any danger, but his spiritual sense couldn't penetrate the walls of the Taoist palace, and the nearby vegetation disappeared, and there was no trace of insects, birds and beasts... These already explain some problems.
"The Nascent Soul cultivator is there, it's normal to have restrictions..."
"According to the locals, as long as you don't enter the Dao Palace, the vicinity is safe... It seems that the danger is only in the Dao Palace..."
Fang Xi's eyes were full of light, and suddenly he shook the long black flag in his hand.
A jet-black glow flickered above the long black banner, and a hideous image of a one-horned ghost king appeared on the banner.
He kept chanting mantras in his mouth, and one after another spells were thrown into the magic banner.
"Aww!"
A puff of mist emerged, and a one-horned ghost king jumped out of it, looking at Futu Mountain Taoist Palace, he seemed a little afraid to move forward.
"Hurry up, do you want to be refined by the demon fire?"
Fang Xi sneered, pinched the magic formula, and burned the one-horned ghost king until he screamed again and again, and finally controlled a cloud of black wind and rushed into Yan Mo Dao Palace.
"The art of possession!"
Seeing this, Fang Xi changed his hand formula, and a part of his consciousness fell directly on the one-horned ghost king, as if he followed him into the Yan Mo Dao Palace.
This is a method of using the divine consciousness in the "Corpse Control Technique". It can only be attached to the manipulated object for a short time to gain the other's senses, and it will fail after a certain period of time.
Fang Xi would not put herself in danger, so she naturally chose to possess the ghost king to investigate the strangeness of the Taoist palace.
"Here... there must be a restriction that restricts spiritual consciousness."
The body of the one-horned ghost king Zhang Xugao passed through the palace gate and walked into a ruined wall.
Feeling that the spiritual consciousness is restricted and it is difficult to get far away from the body, Fang Xi can't help talking to himself.
He passed by a censer that had been overturned. This censer was as tall as a person, and it was full of various incense ash. It can be imagined that the incense was at its peak.
The one-horned ghost king was barefoot, leaving huge footprints in the thick dust on the ground. When he looked up, he saw the plaque—'Hell Spring Hall'!
It seemed a little scared, but under Fang Xi's urging, it still entered the palace.
As the main hall of the Daoist Palace, this hall is very majestic and tall, and there are huge red lacquered pillars that need to be embraced by two people everywhere, each of which seems to tower into the clouds.
Fang Xi looked directly at the altar.
I saw that the person accepting the officiant in the middle was not some kind of Taoist statue, but...
"The Demon Lord?!"
Fang Xi looked at the scene ahead and murmured unconsciously.
On top of the altar is a golem!
This golem is completely black, with three heads and six arms. It has a hideous appearance, and the middle of its eyebrows is split, showing a red vertical eye.
Behind this Demon Lord, there are six black hole reliefs, all of which are very strange in shape, as if they want to **** all the hearts of people into them.
"Sure enough... are those demon heads enshrined by the Demon Dao?"
"This golem has never been described in similar books..."
Fang Xi murmured, and the One-horned Ghost King suddenly roared.
The rotten curtains all around broke, and a piece of incomplete cloth fell from midair, and was caught by the ghost king stretching his arms.
"Is it a tactic...'Introduction to Demons'? A tactic practiced by Qi refining disciples?"
Fang Xi glanced at it for a while, feeling a little disdainful.
This 'Magic Attraction Jue' is a skill of the same level as the 'Skin Peeling Jue'. It can only be achieved by Taoists, so of course he will not take it seriously.
But after casually scanning his eyes twice, his consciousness fluctuated for a while, with surprise: "Hiss... this way of entering the Tao, isn't it a bit too dangerous? He actually wants to take the initiative to attract foreign demons into his body... and then tame and refine it The devil... enter the Tao through this!"
"Sure enough... the cultivation techniques in this world are very weird and cruel..."
He sighed, but still memorized this qi refining formula.
At this moment, Fang Xi's consciousness suddenly moved: "Who?"
The one-horned ghost king roared and revealed his real body, which was a three-foot-tall ghost. When he opened his mouth to spray, blue flames swept across the surroundings.
Bear!
A strange scene appeared.
As the third-level ghost king, the real fire was blocked by the glow of the sun when it encountered the surrounding walls and the statues of the Demon Lord.
It seems that in this hall, there is also a powerful prohibition protection hidden.
When the cyan light surged, Fang Xi also saw the source of her uneasiness.
In the darkness, I don't know when there was an extra figure!
No, that's not a person, it's...
…
"Well…"
Outside Yan Mo Dao Palace, Fang Xi covered her forehead, feeling a splitting headache.
He permanently lost that part of the possessed consciousness.
Click!
A crisp sound came.
Fang Xi turned her head expressionlessly, and saw a crack appearing on the pitch-black magic banner in his hand.
"The 'Great Terror' in Yan Mo Dao Palace is still beyond my expectation..."
He looked at the broken palace gate in front of him, his face was cloudy and uncertain for a while, and finally turned into a dark magic light, turned and left.
Tens of miles away.
A figure sneaked towards Futu Mountain.
Looking at his fat body, he turned out to be Pang Gongfeng!
He looked in the direction of Futu Mountain, with fear, nostalgia... and even a trace of expectation in his eyes.
"About the matter of the Dao Palace, I have already told the whole story, and I have not even exaggerated or concealed the danger... After all, that real person will definitely inquire from many sources..."
"But if this person still doesn't believe in evil and insists on visiting Yan Mo Dao Palace... then it's none of my business."
"Given the dangers in the Dao Palace, even real Taoist priests may die, and then...Golden Core..."
Pang Gongfeng didn't know what spell he had cast, and his figure was hidden in the night, which was extremely difficult to find.
"Oh? Do you think I'm going to die?"
At this time, a faint voice suddenly sounded beside him.
Pang Gongfeng was taken aback, and found that the handsome young man who was asking for directions during the day had unexpectedly stood on top of a blue rock, looking at him with a smile on his lips.
He quickly bowed: "Senior was joking... This junior is just worried about senior's safety, and wanted to check it out... Now seeing that senior is all right, I am very pleased..."
"hehe."
Fang Xi sneered a few times, with black eyes flickering, and suddenly asked: "What is that thing in the palace? Is that the root cause of all evil things?"
"That's... Taoism!"
Pang Gongfeng just felt lost and opened his mouth unconsciously.
After saying it, his face changed drastically and he covered his mouth.
"Dao sin?"
Fang Xi's face changed into a sneer: "It seems that you really know a lot..."
"This... family teacher 'Xiaofeng Zhenren', who once listened to lectures in the Taoist Palace..." Pang Gongfeng said hastily.
"A Jindan teacher..."
Fang Xi sneered, and suddenly her figure flashed, and she grabbed the man's neck, her eyes flickering: "That's all... I'll see for myself!"
After searching for souls for a while, Fang Xi's expression changed slightly: "It turned out to be so... This world is interesting... However, some preparations should be made."
"Looking at it this way, one or two techniques still need to be practiced in this world... I don't know how much time it will take me... Wait, I'm not stupid and go directly to the devil full of evil. Is it over now?"
…
Two years later.
Southern Desolation Cultivation Realm.
The edge of the Beast Mountain Range.
A few streamers are controlling the spirit weapon and are fighting fiercely with a monster.
"Gong Dao's friendly supernatural powers, this flying sword technique really has a bit of star gate's true inheritance!"
A young man, Zhu Ji, looked at another female cultivator with fascinated eyes, constantly admiring.
The female cultivator was wearing a lotus green palace dress, her face was still childish, and her appearance was extremely beautiful. She was controlling a flying sword like a jasper hairpin, bursting out with emerald green brilliance, besieging a monster in front of her.
This monster looks like an ape, but it has four arms, and its whole body is khaki.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to survive until now under the siege of several foundation-building monks.
Although the female cultivator surnamed Gong has an immature face and her cultivation is still in the early stage of foundation establishment, she is very skilled in controlling the sword in one hand, and seems to be the main force among these few people.
"Gah!"
At this moment, the four-armed ape roared, his body's demon power exploded, his muscles swelled, his monkey eyes turned red, and he seemed to have advanced to the second-level high-grade.
"Not good... This monstrous monkey has awakened the innate magic of 'Blood Madness'!"
A male cultivator shouted in shock when he saw this.
But it was too late. After casting the 'Blood Crazy Technique', the four-armed ape glistened with blood. It even swung away the spiritual weapons of several people, and then jumped in front of the young foundation-building monk.
"Karma!"
The two arms of the ape were like iron pillars, and they slammed down.
The young foundation-building cultivator pointed his finger, and a black iron shield surrounding him was suspended immediately, and the two collided with each other, making a sound like the impact of a bell.
His complexion changed, and he flew far away, dying, obviously seriously injured.
As soon as the foundation-builder retreated, the encirclement immediately opened up.
The four-armed ape did not retreat but advanced, showing its fierce face, and rushed in front of the female cultivator surnamed Gong.
"Biyun!"
The female cultivator surnamed Gong pointed at the flying sword, and the spiritual weapon immediately turned into a streamer of emerald green light, attacking the back of the monster.
But the ape seemed to have eyes at the back of its head, and grabbed the flying sword like a jasper hairpin with two arms.
The remaining two arms clasped their fingers tightly, overflowing with demonic aura, like a hammer, smashing violently at a cloud handkerchief, the defensive spiritual weapon of the female cultivator surnamed Gong.
Seeing that the expression of the female cultivator surnamed Gong became paler, the remaining few Zhu Ji glanced at each other, and turned into a ray of light, shooting towards the back...
"you…"
When the female cultivator surnamed Gong saw this scene, she couldn't help feeling anxious.
Thorn it!
After several heavy blows, her defensive artifact Yunpa finally dimmed and fell to the side.
The ferocious face of the monster ape is already close at hand.
Just as the woman surnamed Gong closed her eyes and was waiting to die, a loud and clear phoenix cry suddenly came from the sky!
(end of this chapter)