Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Ding Jiao whispered, and Bai Rong glanced at him, already hesitant. After all, there are some things that cannot be listened to casually, so he whispered:

"Prince, I have some news... This place is weird. If the person down here has a big background, he will violate a taboo."

'It turns out Bai Rong doesn't know who he is...'

After all, among the three of them, he was the one who went to listen in person. If something happened, Bai Rong would be the first to suffer. Of course Ding Jiao understood his concerns, so he just whispered:

"It's okay. The elders once mentioned that what's underneath is not the golden elixir. If the golden elixir screams in pain, will you and I be safe? Shibo Heyun should have come out to remind him..."

What Bai Rong is most afraid of is the golden elixir. After all, hearing about the ordinary affairs of the Zi Mansion won't do anything to his Su Xinhu, but once the golden elixir is involved, the adults behind him may not be able to protect him.

"Shibo Heyun has never shown up, that means there is no danger here."

Ding Jiao comforted the two of them softly. He put away the jade bottle in his hand and displayed the bright white stone bead underneath.

This stone bead was milky white in color, with three light yellow lines painted on it. It was only shrouded in some light, and had no magical brilliance. Ding Jiao said softly:

"This place is so deep that even the Zi Mansion can't find it to the bottom. The evil energy gets heavier as you go down. Normally when you come to the Zi Mansion, you just hear a shout. So I went to get this ancient spiritual weapon."

"This thing used to belong to the Immortal Ji. It is called [Yin Qi Ji Tu Yan]. It has been kept in my house for a long time and is rarely used."

When Bai Rong heard about such a big background, he couldn't help but take a look, showing some envy, and said softly:

"Tude ancient spiritual weapons are indeed rare. Ji Xian's way is first-rate and powerful. Only a dragonborn like the prince has a collection."

Ding Jiao was a little embarrassed, and raised his chin. The pair of dragon horns exuded a faint light, almost the only source of light in the entire abyss, and he replied:

"Tu De is very powerful, but this thing is too old. At that time, monks did not focus on fighting skills when making magic weapons, but put the magic first. This thing is of no benefit to fighting skills."

Bai Rong was a little confused, but Ding Jiao didn't explain. He tossed the stone bead lightly and turned it out of thin air. A yellow light suddenly emerged from the stone bead. Li Zhouwei frowned slightly, but Ding Jiao didn't say anything. .

This yellow light circulated in a circle, sweeping over the stone wall like a shadow. The earth and rocks shook and rustled wherever it passed. Ding Jiao's voice was low, and the incantation was obscure and unintelligible.

Then he saw a mouth crack open on the side of the stone wall, no bigger than a palm, with clear lips and teeth, and a deep voice emerged from it, buzzing.

The voice was hoarse, like the collision of earth and rocks, repeated over and over again, the voice was vicissitudes of life, hesitating, but there was no unnecessary response. Bai Rong looked at it thoughtfully, smiled, and said:

"After all, he is Ji Xian."

Ding Jiao waited for a moment and then had no choice but to give up. He handed over the stone beads and said with a smile:

"Minghuang, this thing can listen to the earth's language, and can also make the earth and rocks speak, and do things for us. But Ji Xian is the leader of the immortal way. This spiritual weapon wants to save face. If you don't want to take advantage of my demonic power, come on."

"It's quite interesting."

Only then did Li Zhouwei understand the reactions of the two people. He gently took it and poured his magic power into it. The bead suddenly became several times brighter and became more flexible. The mouth on the stone wall shouted enthusiastically:

"Meet the adults!"

Li Zhouwei's spiritual consciousness swept over him, and he nodded and asked:

"Are you from this wall?"

The stone wall said respectfully:

"My lord...it is the little god who is waiting for the immortal instructions from several adults."

"good."

Ding Jiao nodded with satisfaction and said:

"You go down and take a turn, what's going on next... Remember it, you don't need to listen or see, just speak as instructed. I'm afraid that seeing or hearing will dissipate your magical power, and I will have to do it again. please."

"Thank you, Immortal."

The little god in the stone wall thanked him and immediately followed the wall with his mouth. Li Zhouwei praised it and looked at the [Yin Qiji Tuyan] in his hand. He found that the stone bead was simple and unpretentious, and there was no trace of it being an ancient spiritual weapon. look.

Bai Rong moved her ears, made spells and cast spells, stood ready, and recited the incantation in a low voice, her voice like a low cry, a harsh mockery.

Soon, purple light flew out from the hair, like a bird, flowing in the ears of the two people. Li Zhouwei suddenly felt his ears clear, and there were noisy sounds, coming from far and near, rising and falling:

"It's too fast to bind, beg... to loosen it up!"

Bai Rong's description was not an exaggeration. The sound was so painful that it screamed and screamed, as if he was being tortured and wanted to cry out his heart.

Several people were performing their respective duties, and Ding Jiao finally let his mind sink into it and spoke softly:

"Who are you?"

Li Zhouwei felt that all the sounds in his ears suddenly stopped. The mournful cry finally stopped, and was replaced by a trembling silence.

After more than ten breaths, a roar that penetrated gold and cracked stone rose into the sky, and the entire abyss shook. The man's voice was as shrill as a ghost's cry:

"Who are you? Where is Yao Chenlin? Where is Yao Chenlin?! Begging for some slack! Begging for some loosening!"

The loud voice made Bai Rong groan, and Li Zhouwei felt the [Yin Qiji Tuyan] in his hand suddenly sink. The stone beads that had been continuously absorbing mana were suddenly disconnected, and Ding Jiao's face turned pale.

"Peng!"

A clear sound appeared in his ears. Li Zhouwei was only sending magic power, but Ding Jiao was still holding the magic weapon. He frowned. Needless to say, the little god must have been shocked to death.

Without saying a word, Ding Jiao called out a mouth from the stone wall opposite and gave instructions to send them off. His tone was a little gloomy:

"There is no Taixu here. Every time the mountain god is summoned, it takes a lot of mana and he has to give instructions again..."

Bai Rong tried his best to adjust his breath, with a complicated look on his face, and whispered:

"He may be at the bottom of the abyss, I don't know how far away from here, but when the prince asked, he could immediately use his magic power to send the roar here! In just a few breaths! This strength..."

Ding Jiao had obviously thought of this and frowned. Bai Rong thought for a while and continued:

"I'm afraid my adults can't do it. I'm afraid only my grandma can give it a try..."

When Xiao Chuting and others achieved Zifu, they could immediately spread their voices throughout thousands of miles. They relied on Taixu. As long as they achieved magical powers, they could do it. It was not difficult. But there is no Taixu here. This person is so stubborn. Shengsheng relies on magic power to transmit the sound to the top, which is extraordinary.

After several people waited for a while, Ding Jiaofu spoke again:

"Who are you?"

After a few breaths, a man's voice sounded in my ears. This time it was much calmer. The voice was hoarse and strong, but there was the sound of gnashing teeth and coughing up blood:

"Gu...Li Xunquan."

Bai Rong was stunned, Ding Jiao raised his head, and Li Zhouwei opened his eyes slightly. The sound was like a bell, knocking on his heart.

‘Therefore Li Xunquan, Prince Li of the Wei Dynasty! ’

The one tied up at the bottom of the abyss turned out to be Li Xunquan, the former Wei Prince Li, whose head had been hanging in Dianyang for nine years!

Li Zhouwei raised his eyebrows and opened his eyes. His golden eyes looked at the two demons Bai Rong and Ding Jiao. Both demons looked shocked, and they didn't seem to be faking. The look on his face flashed, and countless doubts appeared in the next moment:

"Is it the real Li Xunquan or the fake Li Xunquan..."

"Since Li Xunquan was killed in Dianyang City, why was he here...and who did it..."

“What’s the purpose of the dragon genus!”

His mind went through it like lightning. Ding Jiao glanced at him and whispered:

"Li Xunquan? I am Dongfang Dingjiao, and my eldest father is Dongfang You... Who will tie you up here?"

The voice below stopped, showing the trembling of trying to endure the pain, and the voice was hoarse:

"Uncle Shi? The pain is unbearable... I hope Uncle Shi can relax for me!"

Li Zhouwei listened silently. Li Xunquan obviously only listened to half of his words and mistook him for Dongfang You. Ding Jiao had a headache and asked several questions in a row. But when he asked about it, this man only asked around. Don’t let go.

After a full quarter of an hour, Dongfang Ding Jiaofu asked again:

"What binds you? How long have you been here?"

Li Xunquan seemed to have reached the limit of pain tolerance, and his sharp voice went straight to the ears of the three people:

"[Fu Xi Shu Lin Suo]...Where is Yao Chenlin?! Loosen the rope for me!"

"snort…"

Dongfang Dingjiao made a sound and frowned. It was obvious that the mountain god was killed again. Endless wailing sounded from below. Li Zhouwei remained silent and watched quietly.

The white dragon paused and said softly:

"We don't have much demon power left, so let's go up first."

As his words fell, the spiritual weapons on the soles of his feet floated up little by little. Bai Rong also withdrew his magical power. All the noises and cries of pain in his ears disappeared. Li Zhouwei cast his gaze towards the bottom of the endless abyss.

Ding Jiao looked a little dull and said in a low voice:

"Minghuang, I just heard that there is something strange here. There is an elder imprisoned underground. The clan never mentioned it, so I just tried to take a look. I never thought it was him..."

To put it into perspective, Dongfang You and Emperor Wei Gong were good friends. Dingjiao's father, King Bei Hailong, wanted to call Emperor Wei Gong Shishu. Dingjiao at least called Li Xunquan Shibo. The relationship was only a generation or two, but they were very close. Totally worthy of being an elder.

Although favors have always been taken lightly, when Dongfang Dingjiao mentioned this friendship, it was just to close the relationship. For Li Zhouwei, there was no substantive favor, but Li Xunquan was different... The prince could not say that he would return the favor. I had a great time chatting with Oriental Travel.

Therefore, Ding Jiao's mood at the moment was also very complicated. Although he had been mentally prepared, he could not help but feel emotional changes when he saw this appearance. This prince had rarely suffered any loss since he was a child, let alone seeing his elders imprisoned. There was nothing the underground could do, so he just said in a muffled voice:

"He is already unconscious... he can only respond to a few names. He must have been tortured for a long time."

Bai Rong's demonic power was exhausted and she was a little sluggish, and she murmured:

"It has been 1,500 years since the fall of Wei Li. He hung in Dianyang City for nine years, and maybe he was caught underground. No one can bear the pain of 1,500 years!"

Among the two demons, Bai Rong was purely emotional, while Ding Jiao was really sad and resentful. Prince Long said coldly:

"Although Emperor Qi was vicious and cruel, the Jie clan received the favor of Emperor Gong and only killed Shibo and a few members of his party. They hung their heads in Dianyang. They even privately refused to kill Shibo but could not kill him. They would never torture him here, let alone The State of Qi has long been destroyed by the Tuoba family..."

"The person who imprisoned him here must be the great power of the Northern Immortal Dao today. He is also at odds with Wei and Li, and he is greedy for Mingyang!"

Bai Rong was panicked when she heard this, and shouted in her heart:

"This kid is not stupid. You said it in such detail. You just explained Luoxia Mountain by name! Dingjiao, Dingjiao..."

Bai Rong understands that the relationship between Luoxia Mountain and the dragon genus, and even the entire demon clan, is not much better. He, Dali Mountain, is also suffering. However, Luoxia Mountain is guarded by Taoist bodies, and it is not an Taoist tradition that can be said casually!

How could Li Zhouwei not hear it? Zhao Guo is now just a plaything of monks and cultivators. There are only a handful of major Immortal Dao forces in the north. You can guess the names. Although I wrote them down in my mind, I couldn't answer him. I just asked in a deep voice:

"Your Highness, there are very few records in the south about the affairs of Wei, Qi, Liang and Zhao. It is difficult to grasp... I wonder what kind of practice Emperor Qi practiced?"

Li Zhouwei knows a lot of things now. When asked, Ding Jiao sighed:

"Qi Emperor Shi Chang cultivates "Xi Qi", which complements "Shao Yang" and has always been a companion. This way can now transform Ming Yang into Shao Yang... It should be at the top."

Bai Rong happened to be listening, and for fear that Ding Jiao was going to mention Luoxia Mountain again in his next sentence, he quickly stepped forward, added a sentence, and replied:

"No, the sun can be divided into Shaoyang to produce Xi, and Xi Qi can turn Ming Yang into Shaoyang. The way of mutual growth lies in this."

Li Zhouwei kept this in mind. After all, he was a cultivator of Ming Yang. If he met someone who practiced Xi Qi in the future, he would have to be careful. Then he saw that Ding had corrected himself and said softly:

"Thank you both very much. Now this matter has come to an end. Although it is a bit unsatisfactory, I already know it."

Ding Jiao only looked at the reactions of the two people and realized that he had listened to what he had just said. He did not say too much and nodded slightly. The spiritual weapon under his feet flew faster and faster, turning into a white shadow and rushing upwards. Ding Jiao said softly:

"It's just that this matter in the abyss can be considered a secret, and it is not a glorious matter. I asked you two to keep the news for me, which is considered to be for the sake of you two."

"It's natural."

Li Zhouwei and the other two agreed, Ding Jiao smiled and said:

"Don't worry, you two, there is nothing wrong here. I specially chose a special day to come here. Even the monks at home can't figure out what happened to my dragon genus today. These orthodoxies are arrogant and usually don't care about things at home and abroad, let alone It’s on us.”

The meaning of his words became more obvious now. He was obviously telling the two of them not to worry. Bai Rong smiled and nodded, while Li Zhouwei thought about his words.

"Special day..."

Li Zhouwei paused for a moment, then understood immediately, calculated carefully, and secretly praised:

"Today is Lord Long's birthday!"

When Li Zhouwei and others went to listen to Lei Island, Miao Ye and others mentioned Long Jun's birthday. At that time, Li Zhouwei asked Bai Rong, saying that there was still half a month left.

"Twelve days have happened to have passed since all this tossing and going. The time I was under the abyss just happened to be on the second day of February!"

He glanced at Ding Jiao, but Bai Rong didn't say a word either. Li Zhouwei's heart brightened:

"The Lishan Fox Clan also knows that this is the most suitable day... so Bai Rong hurriedly hurries, and the time the green water scale beast will be on the road has been calculated in advance. Ding Jiao seems to come and go at will, but in fact it is not..."