Chapter 296 Sato goes offline
"What a magnificent ancient tree!"
"The cry of the yellow bird is coming from there."
Zeng Shushu followed Xiao Yicai and the others through the poisonous miasma of the air wall, and was immediately attracted by the majestic giant sacred tree in front of him. On the other side, Wan Wan, Mr. Ghost and others also broke out from the miasma, and their gazes also fell on the giant tree. The top of the crown, but the attention was focused on the direction where the cry disappeared.
The two sides flew towards the giant tree from the side of the woods, the streamer flickered, piercing the clouds and fog, and at the same time found the other side's whereabouts.
"It's a member of the Demon Cult!"
Stopping in the middle of the main trunk, Xiao Yicai looked at the black lights hidden in the clouds with a serious face. Since the distance was too far, and he could only see the disappearing shadows of the black lights, he didn't know the identity of the other party.
Demon Cult Ghost King Zong.
Is Junior Brother Zhang among these people?
A farewell to Qingyun Mountain, good-bye is already a confrontation between good and evil, Lu Xueqi's cold eyes flashed an inexplicable fluctuation, and Lin Jingyu also thought of this, clenched the dragon-slaying sword tightly, and after the entanglement in his eyes, only heaviness remained, "Presumably they They also came here for the Heavenly Emperor’s Treasure House that that person said, no matter what treasures are in the Heavenly Emperor’s Treasure House, they must not fall into the hands of the Demon Cult.”
"I think their air flying skills are a bit faster than ours, so you should be careful." Xiao Yicai turned his head to look at Qihao with a serious expression, and told him to protect everyone with a six-fold mirror, and at the same time be alert to his surroundings .
Faxiang Faming of Tianyin Temple and others also used the golden light to protect the body, and joined Qingyunmen and others.
Along the way, I don't know if this group of Demon Cultists were much faster than them, or they were quietly setting up an ambush. The group of people flew to the flower sea on the top platform of the tree crown, but they didn't meet the group of Demon Cultists they saw in front of them.
A six-foot-high limestone gate is located among the vines, as if it is integrated with the tree body, and the open space in front of the stone gate is full of scars, with withered flowers and broken trunks everywhere.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Zeng Shushu hesitated, "Someone came here earlier and fought against the group of Demon Cultists just now?"
Lin Jingyu knelt down, wiped the claw marks on the ground with his fingertips, shook his head, and said in a deep voice, "These marks are more like those left by giant beasts. If they fight with murderers, the movement will be huge. Let's fly together How come you don’t notice it?”
On the silent platform, it seemed that only the disciples of Qingyun Tianyin were left. There were no poisonous insects, birds and beasts, only the cold wind whimpering, passing between the criss-crossing branches and leaves.
"If it's not them, who could it be?" Zeng Shushu scratched his head and glanced left and right, while Lu Xueqi took a step forward and looked at the huge stone gate directly in front of him.
Within the stone gate.
The faint mysterious light flickers, like a weak candle in the darkness, reflecting a half-human-high wooden platform in the middle of the darkness, a round wooden pillar about the thickness of a baby's arm is connected to the ground, and a A foot-sized table.
In the middle of the platform, there is an old-fashioned wooden cup, which also looks like it is made of wood. If you look carefully, you can see that the entire wooden platform and the cup are completely connected together, connected with the underground trees. as one.
Among them, the most attractive thing is naturally the thing in this wooden cup.
The moment Zhou Ji opened the stone gate and entered the treasure house, he could smell a strange fragrance faintly floating in the air.
"Heavenly Emperor Elixir!"
Having experienced several planes, Zhou Ji's knowledge is comparable to anyone in the world, so he can naturally recognize the things in this wooden cup.
Si Teng stared intently at the cup in front of him, moved his footsteps lightly, and subconsciously walked towards the wooden platform. She was once a member of the Han tribe, and she was also a white rattan. The things in the cup seemed to have the most instinctive attraction for her. The transparent liquid contained in the shallow cup is the Otoki spiritual power condensed by this sacred tree for thousands of years, and a small transparent stone suspended in this cup is the treasure left by the Emperor of Heaven. The supreme elixir that can only be preserved by relying on the aura of Yimu for tens of millions of years.
Light white jade fingers poked out shallowly, and Si Teng's eyes seemed to be occupied by this crystal clear stone. The moment he touched the stone, the space seemed to freeze instantly, and the time in the Heavenly Emperor's Treasure House seemed to be frozen. Freezing in place, only a torrent of pale green spiritual power spread up Si Teng's fingertips and poured into her body.
The square array in Zhou Ji's palm lighted up slightly, and the Juexian sword fell into his hand. In an instant, he broke free from the restraint of space, but Si Teng, who was not far away, was like when he just met back then, with countless tiny vines spreading out of his body, containing The endless spiritual energy wrapped it into a cocoon, and then shrank it little by little, and finally turned into a light blue bond, flowing into Zhou Ji's heart.
The light and shadow are dim, and the air is circulated.
Zhang Xiaofan staggered, and quickly supported Bi Yao who was beside him. The two looked in surprise at the treasury that had fallen into darkness again, only then did they realize that Si Teng, who was standing in front of the wooden platform, had disappeared.
"Uncle, what was that just now?" Baguio looked at Zhou Ji in surprise, only to find that he was tearing off his collar to look at his chest, his face turned slightly red, and Biguio hurriedly turned his head to look elsewhere.
Zhou Ji closed his collar, shook his head with a weird expression, and couldn't laugh or cry: "She said she was full. She wanted to go back and sleep for a while."
Fortunately, although Si Teng had taken the elixir of heaven and earth, the cup of divine water that contained the essence of spiritual power for thousands of years could still heal Baguio's wounds. The cracked soul gradually recovered in the dim light, and even the mana cultivation that had been stagnant for ten years also broke through layer by layer, and in a blink of an eye it was almost catching up with Zhang Xiaofan's ten years of hard work.
"My cultivation has recovered! I can use spells!"
Baguio was blushing and pulled Zhang Xiaofan's arm to jump up and down. Ever since she cast the infatuation spell ten years ago, although her life was saved by Zhou Ji, her soul was damaged as much as Mr. Ghost and Xiaobai. helpless.
In the past ten years, without cultivation, she couldn't mobilize her spiritual power, and even her longevity was affected. In order to protect her safety, Baguio could only stay on Huqi Mountain, which was almost the same as her personality. Jail is no different.
Of course, she has never regretted the shot on Qingyun Mountain. If the uncle didn't come that day, or came a step late, she would be the only one left to protect the fool beside her.
Picking up the hair that slipped by the ears, Baguio smiled at Zhang Xiaofan as if returning to the Shanhaiyuan that night, reflecting the soul-stirring beauty.
Zhou Ji stepped towards the center of the platform, took the Jade Immortal Sword from behind, held it with both hands, and mana poured into it.
In the Dripping Blood Cave, Ghost King Zongli, Tianyin Houshan, and Zhuxianjian, the words of the four volumes of heavenly scriptures emerged from the side like a stream of light. Thousands of years of mana were swallowed, and only a loud roar was heard, and a torrent of mana surged to the dome of the treasure house.
Suddenly, a mysterious and distant voice resounded in the treasure house, like the mysterious Sanskrit singing in the scenic spot of Lingshan Mountain, or the soft whisper of the lonely soul of Jiuyou.
Countless golden lights sprinkled from the dome, gathered into bucket-sized mysterious characters, appeared one after another in the air under the golden light, and surrounded the three of them in a low voice, flowing slowly.
The world is not benevolent, and everything is a humble dog!
The five volumes of heavenly scriptures are finally assembled at this moment.
Zhang Xiaofan and Baguio next to them were shocked by the vision, and they all looked at the light curtains hanging down around them in shock. Since Baguio was injured, Zhou Ji had told thousands of people about the existence of the Heavenly Emperor's Treasure House.
At that time, Zhou Ji only said that the divine water in the treasury could heal Baguio's three souls and seven souls damaged by casting the infatuation spell, but he didn't mention anything about the heavenly book!
If it weren't for the natural vision of the Death Swamp, no one would have guessed that the fourth volume of the legendary Heavenly Book is hidden in the even more "illusory" treasure house of the Heavenly Emperor.
Zhou Ji raised his eyebrows, looked at the two people beside him, and said with a smile, "Don't be dazed, remember as much as you can."
As soon as the voice fell, there was another roar, which was low-pitched, accompanied by a ray of light extending from the gap in the stone gate like a thin thread.
Lu Xueqi and the others who managed to break into the treasure house were also awed by the breathtaking and strange sight, but then they were attracted by the mysterious words around them. They looked eagerly and even forgot everything around them.
Zhou Ji seems to have returned to his student days at this moment, like a class representative holding a blackboard eraser on the podium and waiting to erase the blackboard books. Seeing the fascinated expressions of everyone, his raised arms froze slightly, and he couldn't help laughing out loud .
In the silent treasure house, this chuckle is particularly conspicuous. Xiao Yicai and the others came to the canopy after chasing the people of the Demon Cult, and they always thought that the people of the Demon Cult might be hiding around or had already entered the treasure house.
Now startled by the laughter, everyone came to their senses one after another. They held all kinds of weapons and magic weapons together, and looked at the center of the treasure house with vigilant expressions.
"It doesn't matter, you keep memorizing it, and I'll wipe it when I'm done." Facing the hostility and vigilance of the crowd, Zhou Ji seemed to ignore it, and said with a smile, "Although the people of the Demon Cult passed on word of mouth, saying that the Heavenly Book is the property of their Demon Cult, it is actually not the case. In fact, regardless of the Taiji Xuanqing Dao of Qingyunmen; or Dafan Prajna of Tianyin Temple; .”
Faxiang and Faming naturally understood what Zhou Ji said. After all, in front of the jade disc under the cliff, Zhou Ji conjured up the characters of the heavenly script in this way, and allowed the disciples of Tianyin Temple to watch. Immediately relieved, he clasped his hands together and thanked Zhou Ji.
And the expression of Qingyun disciple next to him became complicated, Baguio sensed the gaze projected from the crowd, and frowned slightly, she didn't have any good feelings for Zhang Xiaofan's former fellow disciples, especially the one in the crowd The delicate and bright woman in white even subconsciously showed a trace of vigilant hostility.
"Xiaofan!"
"Jing Yu."
Following Lin Jingyu stepped out and called out Zhang Xiaofan's name, Baguio subconsciously took Zhang Xiaofan's hand, as if worried that he would leave.
Seeing the hands held by the two, a certain thread in Lu Xueqi's heart broke quietly, and the clear and penetrating light in her eyes dimmed like the disappearing golden curtain of light, just like returning to a dark treasure house.
Zhang Xiaofan didn't notice this. To be precise, no one present except Zhou Ji and Baguio would notice this.
Even Lu Xueqi herself may not realize the deep feelings she has for Zhang Xiaofan.
She never advances, nor thinks carefully.
Zhou Ji could tell that it was because he knew that Lu Xueqi's affection for Zhang Xiaofan originated from Qimai Huiwu and the rescue in Lingyuan, but Baguio saw the forbearance in Lu Xueqi's eyes through instinctive hostility, and held onto Zhang Xiaofan. Zhang Xiaofan's hands couldn't help tightening, Zhang Xiaofan thought that Baguio was concerned about reuniting with his classmates and couldn't control his emotions, so he stretched out his hand and patted the back of Biguio's hand, showing a warm smile.
Seeing the interaction between Zhang Xiaofan and Baguio, Lin Jingyu frowned slightly, the joy of reuniting her childhood playmates was immediately dissipated by the anger of "Nuqibuqiu", and said in a more serious tone, "Xiaofan, I know you You have been complaining about the head and the master all these years, but you can't be willing to degenerate and be with the demon girl!"
"I" Zhang Xiaofan shook his head, smiled wryly, "Jing Yu, I have never complained about the sect master and the master, for the nurturing and teaching of the master, I can only be grateful"
"Then come back!" Lin Jingyu interrupted Zhang Xiaofan's words, and said earnestly, "Make a clean break with the Demon Cult, and come back to Qingyun Mountain with me to apologize to the head of the sect, and all senior brothers and sisters and I will intercede for you, your master and Mistress, I miss you very much."
When Tian Buyi and Suru were mentioned, Zhang Xiaofan's expression became more and more bitter, while Lu Xueqi raised her eyes slightly, and a little light shone in her eyes again.
"Go back." Zhang Xiaofan looked down at Baguio beside him, saw the undisguised worry in her eyes, smiled in relief, looked up at Lin Jingyu, and sighed, "I... can't go back."
Lin Jingyu heard the determination in Zhang Xiaofan's tone, since he was playing together in Caomiao Village when he was young, he knew that this simple and honest guy in front of him would be extremely stubborn as long as he made a certain decision.
Xiao Yicai sighed softly, stepped forward and patted Lin Jingyu on the shoulder, signaling that he doesn't need to persuade him anymore, turned to look at Zhou Ji next to him, his eyes swept over the hilt of the stone sword exposed on his shoulder, the ancient and clumsy sword body seemed to be found casually It was chiseled from a piece of bluestone, and it is not as colorful and imposing as when Master Daoxuan summoned the Sword of Immortal Execution from the Huanyue Cave.
The battle ten years ago was vividly remembered by everyone present. This time when he broke into the treasure house of the Emperor of Heaven, he encountered Zhou Ji again. Coupled with the time when he was attacked by the sea of insects a few days ago, Xiao Yi felt that Zhou Ji did not treat them well. Nothing hostile.
If he was afraid of Qingyun's revenge, he would not have seized the Zhuxian Sword in the first place. If he had shown kindness to Qingyun, what he did would be as good as returning the Zhuxian Sword to Qingyun.
After all, the conflicts between the two parties were caused by Zhu Xian. If the sword is not returned, no matter how much goodwill is, it will be useless!
(Thanks to 'Yuan Hao' for the reward of 100 coins.)
(end of this chapter)