Chapter 67 Scam
After taking the storage bag, the fireball technique popped up, and Mrs. Linglong's body turned into a pile of ashes, rising and floating away.
Ning Daoran glanced at the paper figure lying on the ground. It had been burnt black by the magic injected into the poisonous needle. It could be considered that he had blocked himself and died a worthy death.
As for the puppet that looked like Mrs. Linglong on the side, it looked quite ferocious, and a burst of Samadhi True Fire popped up and was burned together.
Puppetry is also one of the hundred arts of cultivating immortals.
This Madam Linglong can only be regarded as a first-level puppet master, which is quite satisfactory, but if she can refine a second-level puppet with a combat power comparable to that of a foundation builder, then she cannot be underestimated at all.
"Whoosh!"
A paper figure floated out of Ning Daoran's sleeve, and with a "peng" sound it quickly expanded into another version of himself, and he continued to explore forward.
The main body then fired a spell, turning into a wisp of green light that penetrated into the vines at the edge of the secret realm, forming two lines of light and darkness with the paper man to explore forward.
As for the big stupid deer, it has already been hidden in the spirit beast bag.
……
Not long after, the ghostly fog in front of them cleared away, replaced by a huge square with dusty floor tiles everywhere.
"Zhang Daoyou, you are here too."
Shangguanxing said in surprise: "It's fine, it's fine. Have you ever seen fellow Taoist Linglong?"
"No."
Ning Daoran shook his head and said: "This place is dangerous. Those evil beasts and ghosts are so powerful. I almost got entangled in it and couldn't get out."
The ancestor of the Huang family cast a look, with no concealed contempt in his peripheral vision.
In the eyes of him, a foundation-building monk, coming to Guiyan's Secret Realm during the Qi Refining Period was simply a matter of death. To be honest, he deserved to die, and there was no way he would save anyone.
A ray of green light swept over, and the Qingluan Master had also arrived.
Everyone waited for nearly half an hour.
"It seems that Mrs. Linglong has really fallen."
A trace of impatience flashed across the expression of the ancestor of the Huang family, and he said: "I scanned the ghost mist with my spiritual consciousness, but I didn't find Mrs. Linglong's aura at all. If nothing else, she has become the blood food of those Yin beasts."
"Ah..."
Shangguan Xing looked horrified. He still had some friendship with Mrs. Linglong. He didn't expect that this first-level top-level puppet master who was making waves in the Huanglongfang City area would die so quietly in the Guiyan Secret Realm.
"In that case..."
Master Qingluan's eyes were indifferent: "Shall we continue to move forward and look for opportunities?"
"Yeah."
The ancestor of the Huang family nodded.
The rest of the people had no objections, so the ancestor of the Huang family raised his hand and sacrificed a bronze beast puppet. The bronze beast explored the way in front, and everyone slowly followed behind.
In the secret realm, the main hall was in a dilapidated state, with countless vines twisting and twisting around it. After passing through a section of wilderness, the sound of cold wind whimpering came from in front of them.
"Wow——"
There was a soft sound, and the bronze beast puppet exploring the path in front suddenly lost its head and its body was broken into more than ten pieces.
"Be careful, it's the Liufeng Corridor!"
A look of surprise flashed across Shangguan Xing's eyes: "It seems that the rumors are indeed true. There is a corridor of flowing wind in Guiyan's secret realm, and the irregularly condensed flowing wind can tear everything apart."
"Cheng'er, Yao'er."
The ancestor of the Huang family looked at the two young juniors following him and said: "I will use my secret method to take you through the Liufeng Corridor, don't worry."
"Thank you, ancestor!"
Two young monks, a man and a woman, looked happy.
"Fellow Taoists."
The ancestor of the Huang family looked at everyone, with a little joking in his eyes, and said with a smile: "I will wait for you at the end of the Liufeng Corridor. Let everyone use their abilities to pass through the corridor. If you don't have the ability, it can only mean that you are not in the secret realm. The treasures in the depths have no fate.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
The next moment, the ancestor of the Huang family grasped a pair of juniors in his hands, and wisps of yellow spiritual energy surged all over his body, directly turning into a corridor of escaping light and powerful rushing wind!
The sound of metal and stone jingling kept coming from the air, and in the blink of an eye, the three of them disappeared.
Shangguanxing and Qingluan's eyes are filled with scorching heat, and their cultivation in the foundation-building period is so terrifying, they are really desirable!
"Two fellow Taoists, let's try to cross this wind corridor."
Master Qingluan patted the storage bag, and a silver bell suddenly floated out. The wisps of spiritual sound from where it swayed actually condensed and enveloped him, protecting Master Qingluan across the corridor.
"Zhang Daoyou."
Shangguanxing looked at Ning Daoran and said with a smile: "Let's go too."
As he spoke, Shangguan Xing sank and held out a small cyan shield. His magic power burst out in an instant, and he rushed across the border!
In the blink of an eye, everyone's figures had disappeared into the darkness.
Ning Daoran took a deep breath. He could have used the Jade Bamboo Spirit Slip given by his junior sister to force the attack, but there was no need. The Jade Bamboo Spirit Slip was a gift from his junior junior sister. It would be a pity if it was damaged.
He stepped to the edge of the corridor and looked at the thorny vines connected to each other.
The flowing wind in the Flowing Wind Corridor has not damaged these vines for thousands of years, which only means that the flowing wind does not attack the plants, so these vines have a smooth path?
He cast two spells, escaped directly, and walked out of the dark clouds and mist dozens of breaths later.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang is here too, which is very nice."
Shangguanxing smiled and nodded.
Ning Daoran also nodded, and then saw a dark door leading downwards in front of him.
"Behind this door is the place where True Lord Gui Yan rests."
The ancestor of the Huang family frowned and said: "After we work together to break the restriction, we will share the treasures left by True Lord Gui Yan in the tomb."
“Very good!”
Master Qingluan smiled and nodded.
Ning Daoran said: "I don't have any problem. It's just that if there is a Seven-kill Tree behind the ban, the Seven-kill Tree will belong to me, and I can keep any other treasures."
"Okay." Then, everyone used their magic power and began to attack the restriction.
Ning Daoran, as usual, outputted a ray of mana that was slightly stronger than the second level of Evergreen Jue, and worked with everyone to break the restriction.
……
A few hours later.
The restrictions covering the front became thinner and thinner, and everyone showed a little fatigue.
"Click——"
With a burst of cracking sounds, the last restriction cracked and disintegrated like glass, and the dark door slowly opened, revealing a dark scene ahead.
"Ancestor, the treasure land is open!" The young female cultivator surnamed Huang shouted excitedly.
"Fellow Taoists, please do not act rashly."
The ancestor of the Huang family fluttered his robe sleeves, and a burst of foundation-building spiritual pressure fell from the sky, making all the monks in the Qi Refining Stage quite uncomfortable: "Although the treasure is right in front of us, we must beware of the danger at the last moment."
"Senior Huang, we will know later!"
Shangguanxing's face turned pale and he said: "We are willing to obey the orders of our seniors..."
Master Qingluan also nodded slowly: "Listen to senior..."
Obviously, the ancestor of the Huang family has murderous intentions at this time. If Ning Daoran and the other three people disobey, they may directly take action and swallow the treasures of Zhenjun Guiyan.
At this time, the ancestor of the Huang family glanced at Ning Daoran with threatening eyes.
Ning Daoran immediately said: "Me too!"
"It's the best."
The ancestor of the Huang family said solemnly: "Come with me, and we will see together what kind of treasures Zhenjun Guiyan has collected."
As everyone walked down the steps, their ears were filled with the creepy sound of water drops. The further they went down, the thicker the yin energy in the entire space became, giving people an indescribable feeling of suffocation.
Soon, a shocking picture appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
The cave where True Lord Gui Yan died finally appeared. A huge white jade coffin lay deep in the cave, with various dazzling treasures placed beside it.
There are gleaming emerald green jade slips, magic swords with rich aura, and jade pots filled with jade liquid. The entire treasure land is filled with almost all kinds of treasures.
"..."
Ning Daoran frowned, feeling that the picture in front of him was too deceiving.
Although the Guiyan Secret Realm is mysterious, it is definitely not just a group of people who have been here. If others had also been here, the treasures here would not be so complete.
"What a strong medicinal fragrance..."
Master Qingluan sniffed his nose and looked into the distance.
I saw a gloomy white skeleton lying there beside the pool more than ten feet away from the white jade coffin. Next to it was a treasure medicine that was at least ten thousand years old. The medicine seemed to have grown out of the flesh of the owner of the bones.
"It's a thousand-year-old neon flower..."
Master Qingluan's eyes became greedy and hot: "It's Nishanghua, the main ingredient of the holy elixir-forming pill Luochen Dan..."
As he spoke, Master Qingluan suddenly sacrificed three magic weapons to protect himself and flew away.
"You!"
The ancestor of the Huang family was angry.
"Friend Qingluan!"
Ning Daoran shouted: "Be careful! It may be a trap!"
Master Qingluan couldn't bear to hear such words. He came to the side of Baoyao with a quick step, raised his hand and uprooted the ten thousand year old flower. His face was full of intoxication: "I can make elixirs, I It’s time to form elixirs..."
Ning Daoran almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. People who have not even succeeded in building a foundation are thinking about forming pills. They are so ambitious, how can they go further on the immortal road?
At this moment, Ning Daoran's heart suddenly started beating suddenly, and there was a premonition of a terrible crisis coming over his whole body!
"Not good!"
The ancestor of the Huang family who was activating his spiritual consciousness also felt a chill in his heart. Suddenly, there was a surge of Yin Qi comparable to the middle stage of the Golden Elixir. When he looked carefully, he found that the white bones originally lying on the ground had unexpectedly appeared. Climbed up.
In fact, Baigu embraced Qingluan Master from behind.
"Poof!"
A wisp of blood splashed out, and a blood-stained white bone claw protruded from the heart of Qingluan Master. There was actually a beating heart pinched in the claw, and a large amount of blood spurted out along with the beating of the heart!
“Ah~~~~”
Master Qingluan woke up from the severe pain. He looked down and found that there was no neon flower in his hand, but a poisonous snake spitting out letters. The next second, the poisonous snake bit Master Qingluan on the neck. .
"Be careful, this evil object is most likely to be Zhenjun Gui Yan!"
The ancestor of the Huang family was horrified: "Cheng'er Yao'er, you go first, go quickly! Fellow Daoist Shangguan, Fellow Daoist Zhang, we will fight against the enemy together, we must join forces, otherwise no one will survive!"
Shangguanxing's face turned pale, and he hurriedly offered up his magic weapons: "Okay..."
Ning Daoran also pulled out the Qiushui Sword and held it in his hand.
"Hiss——"
The bones put down the body of Master Qingluan and instantly turned into a bloody ray of light and rushed towards the ancestor of the Huang family with the strongest aura!
"Not good!"
The ancestor of the Huang family felt as if his liver and gallbladder were about to burst: "Zhang Daoyou, I'm sorry!"
He suddenly raised his left hand, and suddenly a wisp of cyan rope magical weapon flew up, instantly pulling Ning Daoran over. At the same time, the ancestor of the Huang family withdrew and retreated, trying to use Ning Daoran to block the knife, hoping to stop the white-bone ghost. offensive.
"Whoosh!"
The fingertips of the white bone ghost passed by, and Ning Daoran's body was immediately cut into two pieces, turning into two light paper figures.
"What?!"
The ancestor of the Huang family was shocked and his heart was beating rapidly.
There were too many weird things today, and even his temperament, which had been built up for many years, couldn't bear it anymore!
(End of chapter)