Chapter 108 Six People Go Together
When Ning Fusang rushed to the stone palace, there was a strong smell of blood floating in the air.
Dark red blood, like water, spread out from behind the stone door.
Several young monks in snow-white robes were chanting the rebirth mantra with compassionate expressions.
Sensing the arrival of someone, Wuchen turned his head slightly, and a different emotion flashed in his eyes. It was the girl who was sleeping while listening to the senior brother's lecture in Pingle Town.
All the people had left and people were coming and going, but she still knelt down and slept on the futon.
The elder brother couldn't bear to wake her up. In order to collect the futon, he waited until night before returning to the temple.
Ning Fusang was always alert. As soon as the other party's probing gaze fell on her, she noticed it. She raised her eyes and asked, "What happened here?"
So many people died.
It seems that she made a very wise choice by letting others explore the path first.
Wuchen climbed down from the stone, his snow-white monk robes stained with a little dirt. He clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute, and then said: "Qiushuang Sword Sect, Nanxing Sword Sect, and Wanyi Sect Sword Pavilion will work together to break open Behind the stone palace gate, other sect forces also came after..."
He looked behind the stone door and said, "Two quarters of an hour later, blood gradually flowed out. I don't know what happened."
Ning Fusang saw that he looked familiar, and suddenly some fragmentary pictures flashed through his mind, and he asked casually: "The young monk who lectured on the scriptures didn't come?"
"The female donor is talking about Senior Brother Kongsheng, right?" A look of admiration flashed in Wuchen's eyes, "Senior Brother is in the secret realm of the second heaven."
Those who can go to the secret realm of the second heaven are at least monks who are above the seventh realm. Unexpectedly, the young monk looks young, but his cultivation level is even higher than Yang Ruo.
While he was talking, several figures came in the wind.
There were four men and one woman, a monk from the Mingdao Pavilion holding a compass, a man in a robe, whose heels could not be seen, and two acquaintances, Xie Diating from Lingyu Palace and Fairy Luwu from Huanxitian.
The last time they met, the two parties were still fighting for the ownership of the demon monk, but now they looked so harmonious. Sure enough, as long as the interests are consistent, there is nothing that cannot be negotiated.
Xie Diating put a smile on his lips and took the initiative to say hello: "Fairy Ning, are you okay?"
Ning Fusang smiled and said, "Of course everything is fine."
After taking so many treasures from Xie Diating, she couldn't even think about living a good life.
There was a look of surprise in Lu Wu's eyes: "Shuangtian Spiritual Realm is so big, it's such a coincidence that we all meet here."
She smiled warmly and took the initiative to invite Ning Fusang to join the team: "Miss Ning, we should be the last group of people to go to the Stone Palace. You might as well come with us so that we can take care of each other."
Xie Diating didn't say anything. Even if Luwu didn't invite Ning Fusang, he would.
That's all for the spiritual stone pills, but the two spiritual weapons, the Confused Heart Bell and the Thousand Spirit Cage, had to be given away as a last resort. If there was a chance, he would naturally want to redeem them.
Ning Fusang's eyes turned around a few people, and he curved his lips and said, "Okay."
She is the one who has taken a fancy to Mingdao Pavilion.
The terrain in the stone palace is complex, and it is much more convenient for those with Mingdao Pavilion. After all, she really doesn't know how to form.
Xie Diating invited the young monk from Kongyun Temple, but only Wuchen went to the stone palace, and several others stayed outside.
"I would like to order Dao Pavilion monk Qiu Xingchuan." The man in blue gauze robes and holding a compass announced his home address.
The other man, with green clothes and dark hair, a straight nose and a handsome face, spoke little and only gave his name: "Xuan Ming."
A group of people entered the stone gate. Xie Diating and Lu Wu changed places, next to Ning Fusang, and said: "Xuanming is not from the sect. His master is the mountain master of Wuding Mountain, Mingyue Sanren, and a monk in the Twelve Realms."
When it comes to monks in the Twelve Realms, Ning Fusang understands that such a strong man must be given face.
In this world, the realm of God is illusory, and no one has ever reached this realm. Transformation monks, the divine dragon can see its head but not its tail, and the entire world of Zhong Ling can only be counted in one palm.
Further down, there are the monks in the thirteenth realm of enlightenment and the monks in the twelve realms of enlightenment. There are only three supreme elders in the Nanxing Sword Sect, who are monks in the Ming Realm. But what is known to the public is that one of the three supreme elders has died.
No one in the sect has seen the remaining two Supreme Elders. No idea if they are still alive.
The Twelve Realm monks are already at the top of the mountain.
Ning Fusang understood Xie Dioting's kindness and wanted to get something back from him.
As expected, immediately afterwards, Xie Diating said: "Friend Ning, you don't have to give up the Confused Heart Bell, Xie, but these thousand spiritual cages are very useful to me. Xie wants to redeem them. Spiritual stones, elixirs, Treasures, whatever I have, Fellow Daoist Ning can take your pick.”
When the Doubting Heart Bell was refined, Xie Diating felt that his connection with it was broken. But for a long time, the connection between him and the Thousand Spirit Cage was still there, and Xie Diating was still happy. The Thousand Spirit Cage could not be refined, either because Ning Fusang could not refine it, or she did not dare to the Thousand Spirit Cage. Interested, this way, he would have a greater chance of getting back the Thousand Spirit Cage.
As long as he is not too far away from the Thousand Spirit Cage, he can command the spiritual weapon to return to his hands.
Unexpectedly, just over a month ago, while he was practicing, he suddenly felt that the connection between him and the Thousand Spirit Cage was broken.
Xie Diating didn't know whether it was Ning Fusang who refined the Thousand Spirit Cage, or whether she sold the spiritual weapon to others and was refined by them.
Ning Fusang didn't want to be bothered by Xie Tiating, so she said without changing her expression: "I sold the spiritual weapon."
Xie Diating looked at her suspiciously. At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the front, interrupting his thoughts.
Dust was flying, accompanied by dim yellow smoke, blowing towards the face. The green grass covered his face, revealing only a pair of bright eyes to observe the movement ahead.
"Fortunately, we just stopped." If he took two more steps, he would have been crushed to pieces by the giant guillotine.
Lu Wu looked at the blood, mud and broken bones on the ground, and couldn't help but feel fear in his heart.
Qiu Xingchuan said: "The runes on the guillotine have a concealing effect. Ordinary monks cannot sense its existence. It is normal."
"If the compass hadn't been different, I probably wouldn't have discovered its existence."
Qiu Xingchuan's words were humble, and no one would really believe them.
If even the people from Mingdao Pavilion can't find the formation runes here, let alone others.
At this time, the magic circle appeared, and the blood and mud on the ground was the best proof.
"Is this road a dead end?" Xuan Ming frowned slightly and asked.
The guillotine is still there and the formation is intact, which means no one has passed.
"Allow me to deduce further." Qiu Xingchuan murmured, "Xiu Sheng will hurt Du, and the scene of death will open up. This place is dangerous and frightening..."
He raised his eyes and looked into nothingness. The position of the guillotine was right there. "The Injury Gate, the Death Gate, and the Shock Gate are all difficult to show."
Qiu Xingchuan was calculating like this, and dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat, and his fingers drew incomprehensible symbols in the sky and fell into the compass.
(End of chapter)