As soon as Zhang Yan entered the formation, he saw that it was a vast place with blue sky and clear water. In the distance, the mountain range stretched on like a crouching beast lying on the ground, its back undulating. The highest peak was covered by the clouds, misty and indistinguishable.
On the verdant mountain ridge, one could see tall pavilions and temples covered in golden glaze tiles. The exquisite pavilions and pavilions followed the mountain and went straight up to the peak.
He counted carefully and found that there were a total of 18 mountain ridges, and each of them converged on the highest peak.
Because the sect leader mentioned a few things in the letter, he knew a little about the origin of this place. He knew that this should be a small world, a place left behind by the big sect Yao Yin Mountain Sect tens of thousands of years ago.
He thought to himself, "Seeing that the restrictive spells here are intact, there must be a place where the Evil Earth is planted. If I can bring a few back and fill up my abode, I won't need to ask for it from that sect and won't be controlled by others."
The Evil Earth was not like the elixir. If the elixir had been around for a long time, no matter how well it was preserved, it would still lose its medicinal properties.
But the Evil Earth was different. As long as it was carefully cultivated, it could evolve on its own. As long as the spiritual energy in the veins did not decline, it would never dry up.
The trees here were lush and flourishing. Especially the restrictive spells did not decline. If the Evil Earth was preserved, it would not easily disperse.
Looking at the palaces in front of him, Zhang Yan's eyes lit up. Even the Qincang School did not have many Evil Earth that had been around for tens of thousands of years.
Although he had obtained a continent of the Su Clan and there were a few Evil Earth Spiritual Veins on it, the best ones in the Su Clan had already been taken by the sect. These few were not as good as the ones given by Zhenren Peng, so he did not care about them. He wanted to find a few more, but now that he saw this place, he could not help but think about it.
He looked back and forth and roughly glanced at the temples. There were at least a hundred of them, but he did not know where the Evil Earth was hiding. He changed his mind and thought that he could only go up the mountain first. He would have to take one step at a time.
At this time, many disciples came out of the formation door and appeared at the foot of the mountain.
Among them, there were a few people who were surrounded by people, and they were in high spirits. Looking at their attire and dressing, and looking at the immortal beasts they were riding, it was obvious that they were the disciples of the Southern Flower Sect.
Zhang Yan intentionally avoided this group of people and turned into a wisp of smoke. He walked towards a secluded place.
When he arrived at the entrance of a mountain path, he raised his eyes to look and saw a lone figure flying along the ridge of the mountain. After pondering for a moment, he knew that there ought to be a restriction that enveloped the entire mountain, and no one could leap to the peak of the mountain. That was why there were such rules and regulations.
After a few glances, he flicked his sleeves and flew up.
He flew along the mountain path at a moderate speed. After a short while, he saw a winding path ahead of him. There was an additional rugged stone staircase, and on top of it was an imposing temple. The few figures in front of him had already disappeared.
After pondering for a while, he also landed on the cloud and stepped into the main hall. This monastery was filled with large pillars made of gold and bronze. There were strange beasts carved with profound patterns, and the jade bricks beneath their feet were untainted by even a speck of dust. It was obvious that the restrictive formation still existed.
In the middle of the main hall, there was a stone tablet that was thirty feet tall, and there were a dozen cultivators in different attire pointing at it.
Someone said loudly, "Everyone, the restrictive formation in this hall is complicated, and if we can't break it, we won't be able to force our way in. Just now, there were a few Daoists who rashly went in, and they were injured by the formation and had to retreat. However, there was also a Daoist who was unlucky and got trapped inside. "
Immediately, someone said, "Just now on another mountain path, I saw a Daoist from the Shaoqing Sect, and he just raised his sword to cut open a path. However, when others tried again, they couldn't do it anymore."
Zhang Yan thought to himself, "I never thought that there would be a few people from the Shaoqing Sect here. However, with the personalities of the Shaoqing Sect's disciples, other than swords, there's nothing else. I think they're not here for some ancestor's treasure. They're probably here to find opponents to sharpen their swords."
The person who spoke first smiled bitterly and said, "Shaoqing Sect is the number one sect in Xuanmen, and their disciples carry good treasures with them. Small sects like us can't compare to them. Moreover, when that senior brother tried to force his way in with his sword, the formation only paused for a moment before it spun again. Only one person went through, so didn't the others still fail? In my opinion, why don't I wait here for a while and wait for a few Daoists to come and see if we can work together to break the restriction. "
Everyone had tried to work together earlier, but they were still a little lacking. Right now, they didn't have any other good ideas, and no one objected to this suggestion. Thus, they retreated to the sides and sat on one side. Some people walked around, knocking and knocking to see if they could find any treasures.
This restriction was originally used by the disciples of this sect to go up and down in the past. They only needed to cast a spell, and they would be able to enter the higher halls, so there was no need to go up step by step. However, everyone didn't know the profoundness of it, so it became a tiger blocking their way.
Someone sighed and said, "To be able to create this boundary, it must be a big sect from thousands of years ago. Looking at the restriction formation, it's not damaged, so there might be many good things left behind. What do you think, Daoists?"
Someone continued and said loudly, "This Daoist is right. Since we're different from those big sect's disciples, there's no need to be too anxious."
Everyone nodded, and all of them deeply agreed.
If this place was really left behind by a big sect in the past, it was unknown how many good things were left behind. Disciples of small sects like them all placed their sights on cultivation techniques, magic treasures, and spirit pills, whereas those immortal palaces and Earth Terminus Spirit Veins were what those big sect's disciples needed. If it wasn't so, they wouldn't have the confidence to fight for it.
At this time, Zhang Yan walked to the stone tablet alone, and his eyes stared at the restriction on it as if he was lost in thought.
Someone kindly reminded him, "Fellow Daoist, there's no need to be anxious. Wait for another half a day, and I'm sure many Fellow Daoists will come. At that time, we'll work together to break it."
Zhang Yan didn't pay attention to him, and he stood silently before the stone tablet for a moment. He found that it wasn't difficult to break through this restriction, so he took a step forward and relied on his body that was as hard as metal to charge forward. With a bang, the hall trembled, and his figure disappeared.
The disciples present were all stunned, and a slightly quick-witted person slapped his forehead and jumped up as he said with wild joy, "So that's how it is!"
He impatiently walked forward and stood there for a moment like Zhang Yan, and then he used all the strength in his body to collide with the stone tablet. Bang! He staggered back and fell backwards, and he lay on the ground with his head broken and bleeding.
Everyone in the surroundings glanced at each other and were astounded.
Zhang Yan came out from the restriction formation, and he noticed that he was standing on a small square that was around an acre in size.
On his left was a 30km deep ravine, and on his right was a cliff. When he raised his head to look, he saw a pergola at the top, and it was built by relying on the mountain to merge with the cliff. It was extremely precipitous, and a waterfall flowed down and emitted rumbling sounds.
Not far in front of him, there was a golden gourd floating in the air, and it spewed out thick clouds of smoke. A Daoist sat on it, and he held a deer-antle-shaped magic tool in his hand. His eyes were closed, and there were bloodstains on his chest, as if he was injured.
A person who looked like a disciple was standing guard at the side, and when he saw Zhang Yan, he coldly said, "Just Now, there are traces of a demon pretending to be a cultivator of my Profound Sect. Which disciple are you? Hurry up and report your name, and don't make a mistake!"
Zhang Yan swept his gaze around, and he cupped his hands. "I'm Xuan Yuanzi, an independent cultivator of the Eastern Sea. How should I address you?"
The young cultivator took a few careful glances at him as if he was trying to find some flaws. In the end, he snorted and put away his sword. He returned the greeting and said, "I am a disciple of Tai Hao Sect's Shi Cui Mountain. This is my Martial Uncle. Just Now, there is a demon who knows where he came from wreaking havoc here, and he has been fighting with us for a long time. Later, he retreated with injuries, so be careful, Fellow Daoist. "
Zhang Yan smiled. "So it's a Fellow Daoist from the Taihao School. 30 years ago, I was friends with your sect's Spiritual Master Han Guzi in the outer endless sea. I haven't seen you for many years, how are you?"
The young cultivator was startled, and then he smiled. "Good, good. Before I left the mountain, I even met this Spiritual Master once."
Zhang Yan smiled, and he squinted his eyes. "May I know which Demon Lord you are under?"
The young Daoist's expression did not change, and he frowned. "What do you mean, Fellow Daoist? Don't make such a joke! "
Zhang Yan shook his head and sighed. "Fellow Daoist, even if you pretend to be from the Taihao School, you should know that Han Guzi is from the Condensed Jade Manor, and he has never left the sect for a hundred years, so how can you say that you met me 30 years ago?"
"Other than that, Fellow Daoist has too many flaws, so you must have set it up in a hurry. It can deceive those ignorant people, but it can't deceive I."
When the young Daoist heard that, he did not say anything at first, and then he laughed out loud. As his laughter drifted away, the image of the Daoist on the gourd also drifted away. It was actually an illusion.
This Daoist's appearance was not fake. Just now, he used this method to take advantage of the respect that itinerant cultivators had for the disciples of the big sects, and he had already obtained many people's vitality essence, as well as many magic treasures.
With such a good deal, he was not tired of it. It was a pity that those people could pass through that restriction, and their abilities were not weak, but they died here mysteriously and lost their lives.
The young Daoist tidied his clothes and bowed. "I am I, Jiu Ming Sect's direct disciple, Cai Shen. May I know your real name, Fellow Daoist?"
Zhang Yan stood with his hands behind his back and smiled faintly. "Qincang, Zhang Yan!"
At that moment, 50 kilometers away from Mount Qingtong, the bald Daoist was meditating with his eyes closed. Xu Gongyuan was guarding beside him, and his expression was rather vigilant.
After a while, the bald Daoist slowly opened his eyes, and Xu Gongyuan hurriedly said, "Zhenren, how is it?"
The bald Daoist chuckled. "I've already found out about the physical body I seized. This is indeed the location of the Yaoyin Mountain Gate in the past. My dead Uncle-Master Uncle did not lie to me."
Green light flickered in his eyes as he said, "Now that the world has changed and our Spiritual Gate is flourishing, this Demon Palace has appeared in response to fate. If I can obtain this inheritance, I can also establish a sect overseas and form a grotto-heaven like Tao Zhenhong."
Xu Gongyuan took a breath and hesitated. "A few days ago, I accidentally saw three Yuanying cultivators from the big Xuanmen sects entering Mount Qingtong …"
The bald Daoist was displeased. "With me here, what are you afraid of?"
Xu Gongyuan took a step back and said in a muffled voice, "Then what are you going to do?"
The Daoist laughed out loud. He raised his hand and made a chopping motion. He scoffed. "What else can I do? I'll just kill them all."
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… … (To be continued)
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