Become a disciple of Taoist Priest Four Eyes

Chapter 521: Red-haired Ancestor

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After joining the Zhong family and his son, Zhong Liang took his eldest apprentice, the "Five Wood Ghost Master" Fansen, and the four of them flew towards their cave together.

The distance of several hundred miles can be reached within an hour for Yuanying monks.

Zhong Ang, who had been here once before, flew into the valley with ease.

"Eh? Second brother, where is your cave-guarding spirit beast?"

Not seeing the three-tailed salamander, Zhong Liang's face looked a little unnatural.

"Maybe my rhinoceros horn took him to feed him. That beast keeps making trouble without eating and drinking enough. It's really annoying."

He waved his hands pretending to be worried, "Brother, let's not talk about that beast anymore, let's go in and talk."

Although he felt something unusual, Zhong Ang, who was eager to understand Bai Yang's diagram, nodded and strode into the cave.

Zhong Liang, who was secretly on guard, fell half a step behind without leaving any trace.

A group of people came to the front cave.

At a glance, he saw the young Taoist sitting there cross-legged, with a green gourd hanging on his waist, wearing a green robe, and his hair hanging casually on the back of his head.

Not far behind the Taoist, a large red-scaled python was coiled into a snake formation, with a cool and spiritual look in its eyes.

There was another young Taoist huddled in the corner with a cowed expression.

When the four of them stopped, Zhong Ang turned around and said, "Second brother, is this the person you invited?"

"no."

Zhong Liang's face was full of vigilance. He held a long black flag tightly in his left hand and a cyan magic sword in his right hand.

"You are finally here. It really made me wait."

Zhong Ang, who knew something was wrong by looking at Zhong Liang's expression, casually waved his hand, and a pair of fiery red iron hooks flew straight towards Xu Junming.

The sharp energy cut through the air, making a hissing sound.

‘Ding’, Qingyue’s voice sounded.

In the unbelievable eyes of Zhong Ang and others, a thick-jointed finger blocked the extremely sharp iron hook.

"The good Binghuo Spirit Iron was actually transformed into a pair of nine forbidden magic weapons by you. What a waste of nature!"

Following the voice, a black copper bell flew out of his palm.

There was a ‘boom’ sound.

The four people who were just about to escape suddenly looked dull, and the mana aura in their bodies also faded.

As Xu Junming advanced to the immortal path, the power of the Soul Falling Bell naturally became stronger.

After a small test, he successfully defeated the enemy.

He stretched out his hand and made a move, and the magic bag on Zhong Liang's waist flew into his palm.

After opening it eagerly, his eyes lit up and he took out a jade box.

Violently break through the restrictions above.

In an instant, the spiritual light surged!

The innate golden energy and ice energy overflowed the entire cave.

In the bright green and white aura, two blue and white strange flowers came into view.

Although the color is the same, the appearance is different.

The one on the left is obviously weaker, and the flower heart is not a golden fruit, but a red heart the size of a fingertip.

The one on the right, in the white calyx, is a golden bead the size of a dragon's eye, blooming with five colors of light.

"It is indeed the 'Morning Dew Spirit Flower'!"

After being happy, Xu Junming cursed again.

"What a waste of nature. What a waste of nature. This plant is obviously not mature yet, so why was it picked?"

As an alchemist, he likes to collect and cultivate various spiritual plants, and he hates others trashing things.

After shaking his head and calming down, his heart moved.

Along with the spiritual light, a small green tree, three feet tall, divided into four layers from top to bottom, with a total of eleven leaves, emerged from above the head.

When Hong Changbao and Xijiao saw the small tree, for some reason they always felt that the tree had a majestic and vicissitudes of atmosphere.

It seems that it is not only three feet, but tens of millions of feet huge.

This small tree is the palace treasure tree. When he crossed over from the world of Chongshan, he brought him here with him.

It was also in order to bring it that it took three years to accumulate spiritual energy and activate the cross-border teleportation array.

With a wave of his hand, Zhong Ang and his son, Zhong Liang's master and apprentice, and Hong Changbao instantly flew up and disappeared into the top leaves of the palace's treasure tree along with Xu Junming.

Arrive at the square in front of Chongshanju.

"Master, you are back."

Heifeng, the gatekeeper, came up to him.

He nodded, and with a thought in his heart, a middle-aged man wearing a red Taoist robe flew out of his sleeves. It was Hong Changbao's body.

He glanced at the latter who looked expectant.

"Go ahead."

"Thank you, Masato."

The red phosphorus python surrounded the man's waist, and the man opened his eyes instantly.

"Niu Kui?"

Xu Junming's message traveled thousands of miles.

Not long after, a bolt of lightning flew from below and turned into a tall and sturdy man wearing a purple robe.

"master."

"Take the six of them to the White Tiger Palace and imprison them."

The world of Chongshan was opened, and after the palace treasure tree advanced into a fairy root, it once again grew four leaves.

It is divided into four halls: Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku and Xuanwu.

There is Taiyuan Cave in Qinglong Hall.

The White Tiger Palace is a newly opened prison.

In the future, Xu Junming would not be prepared to fight and kill those evil people again as he did before. Instead, he planned to accumulate some and pass them to Ao Tian who was still in Chongshan World through the cross-border teleportation array.

What a great free labor, no need to regret it.

With their selfless dedication, the efficiency of the Emperor Tower in refining acquired chaotic energy will only become higher and higher.

He casually threw the magic bags and magic weapons collected from the six people to the black dog.

"Tidy up."

"Yes, sir."

Originally, Xu Junming had always been responsible for collecting the spoils of war, but now that he was in a hurry to cultivate the 'Morning Dew Spirit Flower', he left it to Hei Feng to do it for him.

Dogs are loyal and trustworthy.

When I came to the Creation Spirit Pond in the backyard, I was proud of the abundant spiritual energy support from the Shushan World. There was much more Creation Spirit Water in the Creation Spirit Pond than before.

The green hair on the nine white lotuses is much denser than before, and the golden lotus light is becoming purer.

The creation spirit fetus next to it was surrounded by rich spiritual energy, and the spiritual light fluctuated as if it was breathing.

Climb onto the Creation Spirit Island in the middle.

Xu Junming found an empty place.

He reached out and grabbed it, four bamboo sticks with flashing spiritual patterns covering a three-foot radius.

In an instant, the spiritual energy surged inside, and the golden spiritual energy and ice energy flourished.

All elixirs need a suitable growth environment. What Xu Junming is doing now is to use formations to construct an environment that is most suitable for the growth of 'Morning Dew Spirit Flower'.

As he waved, a stream of three-color spiritual water flew over.

After the Creation Spiritual Pond was promoted to the Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Creation Spiritual Water in it became more and more mysterious.

The three-color spiritual water submerged into the Morning Dew Spirit Flowers. It was visible to the naked eye that they had withered and regained their vitality again.

After Xu Junming sprinkled the spiritual water three times, the lost roots grew back.

After carefully planting it, Xu Junming looked at the vigorous ‘Morning Dew Flower’ with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Zizhi?"

A five-foot-tall young man with a lavender body emerged from the ground.

"master."

"The Morning Dew Spirit Flower is rare and rare. I selected an elf to be responsible for its cultivation."

"yes!"

After admiring it for a while, Xu Junming felt extremely satisfied and left the spirit island.

"Master, everything is packed. Here is the list. Please take a look."

Black Wind moved very quickly.

After taking it and taking a look, there was nothing surprising.

He stretched out his hand and a long bloody knife flew into his palm.

This demon-turned-blood sword is the highest-grade among all treasures. It is a blood spiritual treasure of the Ten Spiritual Taboos.

The usage of Huosang Yushi's 'Seven Kills Blood-Transforming Divine Sword' he had seen in the Mountain and Sea Realm was similar to that of the one he had seen, and the power was also similar.

However, the Heavenly Demon's Blood-Transforming Divine Sword was not made with the power of Zhou Tianxing, but was made with a piece of ten thousand year old Yin bone as its body and refined.

The so-called ten-thousand-year-old yin bone is a strange animal or human bone with yin attributes. It has been buried in the yin veins for thousands of years. After absorbing enough yin energy and evil spirits from the earth veins, it is a Shaoyin treasure.

As long as the sacrificial training techniques are not bad, you can easily create an immortal weapon.

Looking at the ritual training techniques of the Heavenly Demon Blood Divine Sword, it was obvious that the red-haired ancestor had some research on weapon refining, although he was not very clever.

But among the so-called demonic treasures that are crude and crude, and whose achievements are all based on the accumulation of human lives, it is already considered good.

"It's a pity that it's not suitable for me after all."

Xu Junming's palms showed a yin and yang pattern, and when they were closed inward, powerful grinding power exploded, and the light of the Heavenly Demon's Blood Divine Sword surged.

Waves of blood blocked the Yin and Yang spiritual light.

"Haha, red-haired ancestor, you are not an immortal after all!"

The yin and yang spiritual light shined brightly, the devil-turned-blood-sword screamed, and the spiritual prison instantly shattered.

Thousands of miles away, in a forbidden valley secret room.

The middle-aged Taoist with red robes and red hair suddenly opened his eyes, with an angry look on his face.

"Damn it!"

With a 'bang' palm strike, violent waves rolled, the closed stone door opened instantly, and the red-haired Taoist turned into light and came to the outside.

The disciple on duty saw him and quickly knelt down.

"See the Patriarch."

"Where is Hong Changbao? Find him for me."

Seeing the livid look on the Patriarch's face, no one wanted to get into trouble and ran out quickly.

Not long after, a disciple who had left flew back, knelt down and said tremblingly: "Forefather Qi, Senior Brother Hong has not returned since he left the mountain more than ten days ago."

"Get out of here, get out of here."

With a wave of his sleeves, violent waves rolled up, and several disciples on duty instantly turned into rolling gourds and flew out in embarrassment.

After venting his anger, the red-haired ancestor took a deep breath and finally suppressed his anger.

"Who is it? Who took away my Demonic Blood-Transforming Sword!"

After his expression changed, he stretched out his hand and several rays of precious light flew into his sleeves from the secret room. His whole body turned into a shocking bloody light and rushed out of the valley in an instant, flying towards the northwest.

At the moment when the soul in the Heavenly Demon's Blood Divine Sword was destroyed, he vaguely felt that it seemed to be somewhere in the northwest. Although it was not accurate, the red-haired ancestor also wanted to try.

Otherwise, he really wouldn't be willing to do it.

After Shattering the Heavenly Demon and transforming it into the Blood Divine Sword, Xu Junming threw a ball of blood that was completely condensed with essence and blood into the Tiangong furnace to remove impurities with the innate cold fire.

Although it has little effect on him, if it is left to Qin Zhong, it will be almost enough for him to break into the fairyland.

The same is true for the ten-thousand-year-old yin bone as the body of the sword.

After some purification, combined with the appropriate pure Yang spiritual materials, it is possible to refine a Yin Yang Dao fairy weapon and pass it on to Lin Zhengying.

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