spirit walker

Chapter 325 Pure Yang Sect

"How? What way!" Leng Yan's female instructor hurriedly asked.

With the pointers on the Lingjing copy just now, she no longer underestimates Yuanshi Tianzun, and regards him as a real teammate, a teammate who can express opinions on important decisions.

No longer a support.

"Do you have a way to take me out?" The determination in the eyes of the fire saint suddenly turned into ecstasy. Like most fire masters, his mood changed very quickly. He urged:

"Speak quickly!"

"Speak quickly!" Jiang Jingwei also urged.

The sweet and lovely Deacon of Flower Language opened his bright eyes, looking at Yuanshi Tianzun expectantly.

Seeing everyone's opinion, Zhang Yuanqing corrected:

"No, it's not to take you out, but to kill the bronze man."

Hearing this, the fire master sage said in astonishment:

"How did you brag without changing your face? I haven't even done it with the Rager skill. That thing can't be dealt with by a level 4 saint."

Houde Zaiwu slightly shook his head, obviously he also had the same opinion.

Huayu frowned, a little disappointed.

Xia Shuzhilian also felt unreliable, but she is a swordsman, staring at Yuanshi Tianzun's face, whispered:

"I want to hear your plan."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded slightly:
"During the fire-fighting sage just now, I noticed that there was a breath of resentful spirits inside the bronze man. Although I don't know the specific method of making it, I think it is not a simple puppet, but refined from a bewitching demon."

At first, he thought that the bronze sculpture belonged to the category of props, because it could perform skills such as bewitching and dense fog, and after the death of the spirit walker, all the skills and spiritual power would be recovered by the spirit realm.

Based on this inertial thinking, he never considered that the bronze sculpture might be made by a bewitching demon.

It wasn't until Zhang Yuanqing sensed the aura of resentful spirits during the brief contact just now that he realized that the cultivation of the ancient immortal sect did not rely on character cards.

Then, the concept of recovering spiritual power from the spiritual realm does not exist anymore. The puppets and corpses refined by ancient practitioners can release active skills.

"So?" The Fire Saint asked, holding on to his injuries.

"Since it's not a pure prop, I have a way to 'kill' him, but I need a few people to break through the armor of the bronze sculpture for me." Zhang Yuanqing said.

The demon-destroying function of the crouching pestle can overcome such negative things.

But the crouching pestle does not have the function of piercing armor. He noticed just now that the swordsman's short sword can only cut a thin sword mark, which shows how high the defense of the bronze sculpture is.

Natsuki Zhilian thought for a few seconds, then looked at several companions:
"According to the short battle just now, although the bronze body gave it an invincible defense, it also limited its atomization ability. Together, we should be able to break through the defense.

"He is very confident, then, try it!"

Nodded with great virtue and flower language, as for the holy man of fire, he is not qualified to speak because he is now an oil bottle.

In this way, the five saints surrounded the saint of fire and the flower language in the center, and the latter used the "self-healing" skill, doing what a recovery warlock should do with all his heart and responsibility.

Guan Ya and Xia Shuzhilian held their breaths and stared at the dense fog with burning eyes.

Thick fog can blind people's perception and blind the prey in the fog, but it can't fool the swordsman with insight skills.

Ten seconds later, Guan Ya and Xia Shuzhilian looked to the right side at the same time and said:
"there!"

After the words fell, Jiang Jingwei turned to the right, pinched a ball of fire in his palm, and imitated the saint of fire, and threw the fire ball out.

"boom!"

Wrapped in flowing flames, the air waves raged in all directions, briefly dispelling the dense fog.

A dozen meters away, a bronze man stood holding a sword. It had already touched the vicinity and was about to attack everyone.

Huayu withdrew her hands that were pressing on the chest of the Saint of Fire, and pushed to the ground.

The marble floor tiles under the bronze man's feet cracked, and arm-thick vines broke through the ground, twisting and flaunting, wrapping around the bronze man's wrists, ankles, and legs.

"Clap clap."

The vines tensed, and then broke one by one, and the bronze man possessed terrifying strange power.

But more vines broke through the ground, one after another.

The deacon "Honorful Carrying Things" took heavy steps, and rushed towards the bronze man like a battlefield. His running track cut a semicircle, circled behind the bronze man, and clasped its shoulders.

The strength of the bronze man's struggle suddenly weakened.

"Jingwei!"

The mountain god wrestled with all his might, his face flushed red.

"Come on~"

Jiang Jingwei scolded coquettishly, his small body was like a torch, and raging flames sprang up, and the fiery red hair spread out, bathed in the flames.

Her aura rose steadily, reaching the limit of level 4.

In the next second, Jiang Jingwei shot out like a cannonball, and when he was approaching the bronze man, he swung his right arm back, clenched his fist tightly, and smashed out the fist surrounded by flames.

Scarlet, twisted and strange spells lit up in the eyes of the bronze man.

Boom!
The fist steadfastly hit the bronze man's chest, and the dull and loud impact echoed in the museum. A ball of red fire exploded on the bronze man's body, and the scorching high temperature instantly burned a deep red on the chest.

Jiang Jingwei's fist was bloody and his phalanx was broken.

She was immune to the bewitching, so Zhang Yuanqing used the crouching pestle to hit his companions in advance.

"Jingwei, back away!"

Guan Ya raised her hand and grabbed an ancient Han Bafang sword covered with copper rust from the void.

Zhang Yuanqing knew this sword, and it was Fu Qingyang's sword. Unexpectedly, after Mr. Qian was promoted to master, he gave his cousin the magic weapon he used to.

Why don't you give some top-quality props to my cousin-in-law? Zhang Yuanqing was envious for a while.

Jiang Jingwei jumped to the side, heard Guan Ya's sprinting sound, and felt the sharp sword energy approaching rapidly, and a layer of goosebumps protruded from his back.

The bronze man was entangled by vines and virtuous objects, and it was difficult to dodge. His rough and dull face stared blankly at Guan Ya who was running towards him, his bronze eyes glowed red, and distorted incantations appeared.

Guan Ya, who possessed the passive and purification bonus of "Iron Will", was directly immune to the influence of bewitching, following the inertia of running, she held her sword straight.

The ancient Han Bafang sword, which contained terrifying sword energy, stabbed fiercely at the red-hot and softened "soldering iron" on his chest.

"Crack!"

Fine cracks burst out of the bronze man's chest instantly.

Bronze is hard, but lacks toughness. Under the stabbing force of the sword, it does not dent, but cracks like a mirror.

After a successful blow, Guan Ya immediately withdrew her sword and retreated.

A dreamlike starlight emerged from her original position, and quickly condensed into Zhang Yuanqing who was holding the demon pestle, and he chiseled the pestle into the crack in the bronze man's chest without hesitation.

"puff!"

The half-arm-long copper pestle entered at the same root, a burst of golden light erupted, "chi chi" green smoke emitted from the bronze man's body, and a shrill scream that only Ye Youshen could hear echoed.

As the golden light dissipated, the bronze man fell straight to the ground, making a loud noise.

Seeing this, everyone present, including Zhang Yuanqing, let out a sigh of relief.

The Holy One of Fire shouted loudly:
"It was really killed. I was actually saved by you, a young man who had just been promoted to a saint. Haha, Yuanshi Tianzun, I really have you. You are indeed a genius, and you are different from those who have just been promoted to a saint."

Zhichangzi's fire master is still quite cute. Zhang Yuanqing put away the magic pestle: "It's all thanks to everyone."

The joy on the faces of the glamorous female instructor and the good girl was undisguised. Hearing the words of the Saint of Fire, Xia Shuzhilian smiled and said:
"Genius can perform excellently at any stage."

She silently apologized for the previous contempt in her heart, and completely changed her view of this celebrity.

The obedient and feminine deacon of Huayu looked at Yuanshi Tianzun with increasing curiosity and interest.

The calm and heavy "good morals carry things" slightly nodded towards Zhang Yuanqing, and then said:

"It will take a while for the fog to dissipate, but it can no longer confuse us. Let's go out first. It's time to report the investigation results to the branch."

Jiang Jingwei on the side muttered dissatisfiedly: "The hateful Yuanshi Tianzun stole my limelight, obviously I have also made great contributions."

But no one cared about the complaints of a 1.5-meter-tall junior high school student.

Guan Ya squatted next to the bronze man, and through the gap pierced by the crouching pestle, he saw that the inside was scorched black, emitting a rancid, scorched smell, which was extremely unpleasant.

Yuan Shi's guess was correct, this is a puppet refined by the Mist Lord.

According to the evaluation of the Bronze Man's combat power, this Mist Lord was definitely at the level of a general during his lifetime.

The immortal sect that turned him into a puppet is very powerful, and there is definitely a master-level figure sitting in it, and the "demon" in the ancient tomb was sealed, not killed.

Since it was sealed, it meant that even the powerful Xianmen back then couldn't kill the demon.

What kind of terrifying existence should that person be?

She told everyone what she thought.

Zhang Yuanqing pondered and said:

"The methods of the ancient practitioners may not be the same as ours. I can't guess what the specific situation is now. Let the elders be notified, and let's go to the ancient tomb to explore together."

Everyone left the museum immediately and walked out of the fog.

On the way, Zhang Yuanqing approached Guan Ya and whispered:

"Did Fu Qingyang give you that sword? Or did you borrow it?"

Guan Ya said: "After being promoted to a saint, the broken gun is useless. I returned it to the family. I didn't want to take their things, so as not to yell for me to marry again. Seeing that I lacked a handy weapon, Fu Qingyang took it The ancient sword was given to me."

It's good to have a cousin who convinces others with virtue. Zhang Yuanqing held his soft little hand and said with a smile: "I still like the way you play with a gun, although your cheap posture is also very charming."

Guan Ya glanced at him, hummed and said:
"The gun I played with was too long and too thick. I was afraid that you would feel inferior, so I changed the sword."

If it was in the office, Zhang Yuanqing would grab her little hand and stuff it into his crotch, letting her feel the majesty of the Zhang family's ancestral gun.

A group of people walked out of the fog and saw Little Green Tea jumping happily towards them.

"Brother Yuanshi, you're out!"

Seeing this, the queen in the car quickly posted on the forum:

#金辉市重食事件has been resolved, Yuanshi Tianzun led the team out#
Put down the phone, open the car door, and hurried up.

Xia Shuzhilian looked at the subordinates who stayed outside, and said in a deep voice:

"Deacon Yunmeng and the team she led sacrificed. The team that entered the dense fog last night has not yet been found. The bronze sculpture has been removed and there will be no more danger. You quickly organize people to find the lost colleagues and contact the Public Security Department. , let them prepare to send troops to deal with the aftermath."

She arranged the follow-up actions in an orderly manner. After the end, she looked at the three saints from the Songhai branch and said:
"Go back to the hotel meeting room first, and wait for the elder there."

Returning to the hotel conference room, Xia Shuzhilian called the direct elder herself. In order not to waste time, she focused on the information about the ancient tomb and hurriedly ended the call.

About 10 to [-] minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing, who was browsing the forum, saw the carpet split in an empty space in the meeting room, and immediately after that, a figure made of mud and sand "grown" out of the floor.

Immediately, the sand turned into real flesh and blood, turning into an old middle-aged man in a mountaineering suit with a thin face.

He looks like a middle-aged donkey who likes to climb mountains, his hairline is getting sad, his skin is dark because of the sun all year round, his temperament is calm and simple, gentle and restrained, without the majesty of an elder at all.

Is this earth escape technique?Zhang Yuanqing immediately recalled the summary of the major professional skills he had seen.

"I have seen the elders!"

Zhang Yuanqing and Guan Ya got up immediately, only to find that except Xia Shuzhilian stood up to greet them, the other deacons were still sitting in place.

Xia Shuzhilian introduced:
"This is Elder Gao Feng, one of the six elders of our Hangzhou Branch. Well, it should be said that Jiangnan Province, the spiritual realm ID is 'Challenge Gao Feng'. Hehe, Elder Gao Feng has a good temper and doesn't like messy rules. He would rather If you can become friends with your colleagues, it’s best to climb mountains together. Or treat him to a big meal.”

His easy-going temper can be seen, but what does it mean to have a big meal, implying that I will bribe you? Zhang Yuanqing, who is good at socializing, immediately relaxed his body and showed a casual posture, "Elder Gao Feng, sit down."

But Guan Ya, who was born in the White Tiger Soldier, still maintained respect for the elders.

——The White Tiger soldiers pay the most attention to the hierarchy.

Elder Gao Feng looked at him with some surprise, and said with a satisfied smile:

"Yuanshi Tianzun? Yes, he is an interesting young man."

He immediately looked at Xia Shu Zhilian and sighed:

"I already know about Yunmeng's sacrifice. The branch lost an excellent deacon. I am deeply saddened. The organization will not treat her family badly.

"Now is not the time to be sad. I need to know the specific combat power of that bronze sculpture and assess the danger level of the ancient tomb."

Xia Shuzhilian nodded, "The bronze sculpture is made from the body of the Mist Lord, and its combat power is equivalent to the peak of level 5."

Hearing this, Elder Gao Feng raised his hand, frowned and said:
"Mist masters who are close to the sixth level, how did you come back with all your tails?"

As an elder at the master level, he could tell something was wrong as soon as he heard it. He was in a thick fog, and when he met a fog master of that level, the worst case would be that half of the deacons would be lost, and the best case would be that all of them would return home with serious injuries.

But the situation before him was neither of the two. The deacons were all alive and well, but the Saint of Fire was slightly pale, as if he had been injured.

Xia Shuzhilian looked at Yuanshi Tianzun and said with a smile:
"Thanks to the genius from our Songhai branch, his props restrained the puppet."

Elder Gao Feng was stunned when he heard the words, and couldn't help but look at Zhang Yuanqing.

He smiled and said, "Hangcheng branch owes you a favor, and I will report it to the headquarters."

After finishing speaking, Elder Gao Feng put away his smile and said in a deep voice:
"Except for the Holy One of Fire, everyone else will follow me to the ancient tomb."

Hearing this, Xia Shuzhilian, Huayu and Houde stood up and held each other's hands.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing and Guan Ya followed suit and held hands with each other.

After everyone formed a long dragon, Elder Gao Feng pressed Xia Shu Zhilian's shoulders. In the next second, Zhang Yuanqing felt his body "collapsed", like a portrait made of yellow sand.

The scene in the hotel conference room disappeared and was replaced by darkness.

In the dark, he felt that he was moving at high speed, but there was no light or sound around him, and he couldn't feel anything.

This is Tudun?Can you still lead people to escape?After becoming a master, it is convenient, which is equivalent to abandoning the means of transportation. His thoughts changed.

In less than half a minute, he felt his body start to rise, and then saw the light.

The scorching sun was shining overhead, the sky was blue and cloudless, surrounded by a piece of wasteland, and right in front of it was a construction site with high mounds of soil, and excavators and pickups parked quietly not far away.

Farther away, a cordon was set up, and many security officers in uniform stood around to prohibit civilians from entering.

These security guards behaved well, indicating that there was no danger in the ancient tomb, at least the demon did not come out Zhang Yuanqing looked back, and had a judgment in his heart.

Under the leadership of Elder Gao Feng, they approached the "construction site". In the hole behind the mound, they saw a downward earth step leading to a dark cave.

Going deep along the earth steps, at the end is an outer room of nearly [-] square meters.

The stone door of the outer room has been dismantled, and it is unknown where it was transported.

Zhang Yuanqing deliberately observed the wall at the Shimen, but did not find the structure of three coupons and three volts. It seems that when Xianmen built this demon sealing place, it did not give the demon a decent design.

The outer room was empty, without any furnishings. It was here that the bronze sculpture was excavated and transported away.

The deacons followed Elder Gaofeng, passed through the outer room, and came to a three-meter-high stone gate.

This stone gate is carved with intricate and exquisite patterns, exuding an unspeakable charm.

Elder Gao Feng squinted his eyes for a moment, then sighed:
"This is a seal. The use of spiritual power skills by ancient practitioners is far superior to us spiritual realm practitioners. They can always develop various means according to their own abilities, um, that is, spells!
"As for us spiritual practitioners, most of us only use professional skills."

"Then why do we only use professional skills, but the ancients knew so much?" Jiang Jingwei asked if he didn't understand.

"Because they have orthodoxy!" After explaining, Elder Gao Feng walked to the stone gate, raised his hand, and put his palm on the stone gate.

The next moment, the three-meter-high majestic stone gate was quickly weathered and mottled, and the broken stones rustled down. In a few seconds, the stone gate collapsed, raising a cloud of dust.

Everyone stepped on the broken stones and entered the main room.

No light could penetrate here, and the main room was dark.

"call!"

Jiang Jingwei raised his hands consciously, creating a huge fireball with a diameter of one meter above his head.

The flames burn fiercely, rapidly consuming oxygen, bringing heat and light.

With the brightness of the fireball, everyone could see clearly the scene inside the main tomb. This is a semicircular wide cave, like an upside-down bowl.

In the center of the main room stood a trapezoidal stone platform six to seven meters high, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top. On the stone platform stood a sarcophagus covered with talisman papers.

And under the stone platform, there is a "moat" in a circle. The river water is bright silver, solidified, and filled with the metallic smell of sour teeth.

"Mercury?" Zhang Yuanqing stood on the edge of the two-meter-wide moat, sniffed it, and discerned the nature of the river water.

He who studied in a prestigious university immediately asked questions:
"It shouldn't be, since the Song Dynasty, nearly 1000 years, why hasn't the mercury evaporated?"

Jiang Jingwei, who is studying in Songhai Famous Middle School, raised a question:
"What is mercury?"

But no one paid her any attention.

At this time, Xia Shuzhilian keenly observed that in the darkness on the side, where the firelight could not shine, there was a stone monument standing.

"There's a stele over there!" she said.

Everyone walked over immediately and stopped in front of the stele. Jiang Jingwei held up a fireball with a diameter of one meter and approached it. Everyone could smell the smell of his own burnt hair.

Elder Gao Feng silently protected his own hair that was not much in the first place.

"Go, go!" Zhang Yuanqing spat her aside.

The stele is one meter high, and on the far left are a few big characters like the title, and starting from the second row, there are densely packed lowercase letters.

Guan Ya saw the inscription on the stone tablet clearly by the light of the fire:

"The Pure Yang Sect confers on the Demon Land!"

At this moment, Zhang Yuanqing sensed waves of scalding heat coming from the crouching pestle in the inventory.

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(End of this chapter)