Chapter 277 Ancient Demon
"There is no other reason, but I have gained something on this trip and I don't want to take unnecessary risks anymore."
"The road to cultivation of immortals is long and full of difficulties. I have no interest in staying in this dangerous place for a long time."
The old man surnamed Lu smiled, his eyes shining with a shrewd light, and then said:
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Wang is really versed in the way of protecting oneself."
"But the itinerary between the two of us and fellow Taoists is probably difficult to synchronize. Fellow Daoist Wang might as well take the lead and go out of the valley alone."
Wang Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face.
"Brother Wang, I wonder if you plan to do it alone in this operation?"
Nanlonghou smiled, and his eyes revealed a sense of confidence:
"If you leave with that crucial Liangyi ring, the Arctic Yuanlight in the passage is extremely dangerous, how should I and fellow Daoist Lu deal with it?"
"We have been thoroughly prepared for this, so Brother Wang doesn't need to worry about it." The old man surnamed Lu responded calmly.
"Master Cangkun has successfully found a mysterious teleportation array deep in the inner valley. With this array, it can be directly teleported to the outer valley."
Nanlong Hou continued.
"But the teleportation array is still a little far away from here. If you return according to the original route, the speed will be faster."
He paused slightly, his expression slightly solemn:
"If I hadn't trusted you, I wouldn't have disclosed this news to Brother Wang."
When Wang Lin heard this, he was stunned at first, then his expression returned to normal, and he nodded slightly, as if he believed in what the Nanlong Hou said.
"So that's it. Then Wang said goodbye to the two fellow Taoists here. I hope you will gain a lot of rewards on this opportunity trip."
"Thank you for your auspicious words from fellow Daoist Wang." The Marquis of Nanlong and the old man surnamed Lu said in unison.
Seeing that Wang Lin was indeed ready to leave, the two of them were secretly happy and watched Wang Lin leave.
Wang Lin smiled slightly, glanced at the crystal skeleton for the last time, and then turned into a green rainbow and rushed towards the exit, disappearing in an instant.
The old man who was originally smiling gradually calmed down after seeing Wang Lin's escape light leaving.
At the same time, Nanlong Hou patted the spirit beast bag on his waist calmly, and several golden birds flew out of it.
These spirit birds are the thousand-mile orioles carefully bred by the Marquis of Nanlong.
"Go!"
As the Nanlong Hou exclaimed softly, he saw several thousand-mile orioles turning into golden light in an instant, and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.
Looking at the departure of Qianliji, Nanlong Hou closed his eyes slightly, as if he had entered the Qianliji's vision, carefully observing the surrounding environment.
Of course, the most important thing is to explore Wang Lin's traces.
Just in case Wang Lin goes back and disturbs the two.
Seeing this, Lu Weiying raised his eyebrows slightly, stood quietly aside, and stopped talking.
Half an hour passed before Nanlong Hou slowly opened his eyelids.
"He should have left, at least not wandering around."
Nanlong Hou looked calm and spoke slowly:
"The thousand-mile oriole has explored the land within a radius of ten miles, but has not found its trace."
When the old man surnamed Lu frowned slightly when he heard this, he raised his doubts:
"You once said that this person's spiritual sense is extraordinary. Did he use the method of concealment to avoid Qianli's search?"
Nanlonghou stroked his chin gently, showed an unpredictable and profound smile, and said confidently:
"If he is really hidden nearby, he will never escape my perception. As for the specific reason, I won't explain it in detail to Brother Lu."
After hearing what Nanlonghou said, Lu Weiying had no choice but to believe it.
But after thinking carefully for a moment, I pinched the magic trick.
In the blink of an eye, a white light cover instantly enveloped the two of them.
Looking at Lu Weiying's behavior, Nanlong Hou chuckled and understood.
After Lu Weiying arranged the soundproof cover, he felt relieved and immediately spoke:
"It is always harmless to act cautiously. This fellow Taoist Wang is hard to figure out, and we can never understand it at all."
"He seems to have low cultivation, but he gives me a sense of unfathomableness. The last glance he looked at the bones as if he had seen some mystery?"
But when he said the last sentence, he couldn't help but look a little surprised and suspicious.
Nanlonghou shook his head and said:
"Brother Lu doesn't need to worry too much. Although Wang Lin has magical powers, he may not be able to understand the secrets of this bone."
Speaking of this, the Nanlong Hou chuckled and replied, "Maybe it was just an unintentional act, after all, this bone is indeed extraordinary."
"Whether he notices the abnormality or not, it is true that he is unwilling to walk with us."
"He may think that with his own abilities, he can be enough to find treasures in the inner valley alone."
The old man added after pondering for a moment.
"No need to worry about this anymore. As long as Wang Lin doesn't come to interfere with us, it doesn't matter whether it is true or false. We just need to be more vigilant."
"Time is tight, and it's time for us to speed up our actions."
The two of them knew that Wang Lin had known about their actions, and even knew that they would release the ancient demon.
Originally, Wang Lin planned to kill the ancient demon directly.
But after thinking about it, Lingmiao Garden only appeared after the two opened the door of the Blood Curse and released the ancient demon.
The opportunity to break through the late stage of the Nascent Soul is still in Lingmiao Garden.
In addition, the ancient demon is also one of the important cores of opening the Kunwu Mountain dungeon in the future.
If there were no ancient demons, it was hard to say whether it would lead to the disappearance of Kunwushan dungeon.
The Kunwu Mountain dungeon is very important to Wang Lin.
It not only concerns the coordinates of the spiritual world, but also the opportunity to obtain several spiritual treasures of the heaven.
Wang Lin naturally didn't want to miss these opportunities.
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"These ancient cultivators' bones are the key to opening the door of the Blood Curse. Given that this door is sealed with a powerful ban, the things hidden in it must be extremely precious."
Nanlong Hou looked happy and couldn't help but say:
"In ancient times, the gate of the Blood Curse was mostly used to protect the place of treasures. The remains of the ancient cultivator who had turned into a transparent color were the sign of the casting of this mantra."
"Master Cangkun failed to succeed, but now it's a bargain.
The old man surnamed Lu pondered for a moment and said:
"Compared with the treasures behind the Blood Curse Gate, the treasures we have obtained at present are indeed not worth mentioning. We should set out as soon as possible and retrieve the treasures."
The Marquis of Nanlong also expressed their agreement: "What Brother Lu said is reasonable, and this Marquis is also full of expectations for what is behind the Blood Curse Gate."
"If Master Cang Kun had not discovered this ancient cultivator's remains nearby, we would probably not have been able to crack this sect."
The old man surnamed Lu didn't care about this: "I have no interest in this story. Brother Nanlong, let's go."
After a moment, two lights shot out from the cave at the foot of the giant peak, instantly crossed the giant peak, and galloped towards a mysterious place.
At this time, Wang Lin did not stop and had already embarked on the road to return, and now he has reached a hundred miles away.
Yin Yue asked in Wang Lin's mind:
"Master, why did you leave so resolutely? Those two people seem to have something to hide from you, especially the bones, which seems to have hidden secrets."
Wang Lin responded calmly: "I understand this matter naturally, but I have something else to deal with."
"So that's it,"
Yin Yue suddenly realized,
"However, what did the master mean when he suddenly picked up the green silkworm robe? I really don't understand. Could it be that the master is really greedy for this thing?"
she asked curiously again. Wang Lin's mouth raised slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm.
Yin Yue showed confusion on her face and asked softly, "Master, what does this mean?"
Wang Lin did not respond, but quickly reached out to pat the storage bag.
A blue light flashed by, and a light silkworm robe appeared in his hands.
With a "laugh", Wang Lin's hands were like hooks, and he easily tore it apart along a corner of the green silkworm robe.
Seeing this, Yin Yue couldn't help but look surprised.
Wang Lin took out a piece of strange texture from the crack of the green robe, neither cloth nor silk.
The carbon pen is used to outline some simple lines of different thicknesses, and the drawing method is extremely primitive.
Then, he put away the broken green robe, held the thin and soft object in one hand, and narrowed his eyes and looked at it carefully.
"This is a map that looks like a map of Demon Valley."
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Wang Lin stared at the map in his hand, and Yin Yue could see clearly from the side. After just a few quick glances, she couldn't help but exclaim.
Wang Lin was speechless, staring at a striking and thick mark on the map, and his eyes gradually narrowed.
The strong wind in the Demon Valley swept across the ridge with purple miasma. Wang Lin stood by the cliff, with a faint green light in his hand.
Several conical peaks in the distance are looming in the clouds and mist, perfectly coincide with the sloppy terrain outline in the jade slip.
His index finger was rubbing the "Lei" rune, which was the lava lake where the Lingzhu Fruit was located.
"Master, it will take two more days to get around the ghost-faced spider nest."
The voice of the silver moon sounded in the sea of consciousness, and the phantom of the spirit fox flashed on the surface of the jade slip.
Wang Lin noticed that when the phantom passed the map marking point, the three fox tails were unnaturally entangled.
Three hundred feet underground, Lu Weiying's water-proofing beads made an overwhelmed "click" sound.
The black water seeped out of the rock wall has a pungent smell, corroding fine holes on the body protection light.
The water-dividing flag in the palm of Nanlonghou suddenly turned, and the tip of the flag pointed directly to the rock wall on the right.
"It's here."
Nanlonghou bit his tongue and squirted blood on the flag.
The water-dividing flag suddenly turned into three dragon shadows. The rock wall melted like wax oil in the roar of the dragon, revealing the bloody corridor behind it.
Lu Weiying's pupils suddenly shrank - hundreds of skulls were embedded on both sides of the corridor, and each eye socket was beating with green phosphorus fire.
As his shadow swept across a skull, the phosphorus fire suddenly surged, reflecting the dense spells on the inner wall of the skull.
"Master Cangkun is such a good method."
The Nanlong Hou sneered, and the jade pendant suddenly burst out with white light.
The moment they illuminated the end of the corridor, the two of them held their breath at the same time - on the blood-colored stone door as high as ten feet, the fangs of the one-horned ghost head were slowly oozing out of black blood.
The ghost head on the surface of the stone gate suddenly rolled his eyes, and Lu Weiying's Nascent Soul involuntarily left his body three inches away.
He shouted violently, and the magic weapon Xuanbing Mirror shot out from the middle of his eyebrows. Seven ice rings appeared in the cold mist to lock the Yuanying back into his body.
"Brother Nanlong! What's going on!" The old man's hair and beard were all open, and the Xuanbing Mirror was covered with spider-web-like cracks.
The Nanlong Hou seemed to have not heard of it, and looked at the vertical pupils between the ghost's head and forehead.
The figure of Master Cang Kun was reflected there, and some object flashing golden light was throwing into the door.
When he reached out to touch his vertical pupil, the entire stone door suddenly trembled, and the ghost mouth opened and spewed out the fishy blood mist.
Eight chain phantoms appeared in the blood mist, instantly piercing through the limbs of Nanlonghou.
Lu Weiying was shocked and wanted to retreat, but found that his feet had merged with the bluestone on the ground at some point.
The ghost head's fangs were slowly closing, and the shadows of the two of them were being sucked into the gap between the fangs little by little.
Thousands of miles away, Wang Lin suddenly pressed his eyebrows.
"It's the technique of blood sacrifice!" Yin Yue's voice was weak, "at least at the late stage of the Nascent Soul"
Wang Lin raised his lips slightly, and he muttered in his heart: "It finally appears."
Nanlonghou held the water-dividing flag at his fingertips, and the pool water soaked on the flag was oozing out blood.
Lu Weiying's water-proofing beads made an overwhelmed "crack" sound, and the phantom of the ice-soul fish swimming inside the bead was stained with black spots.
"Get up!"
The Nanlong Hou suddenly shouted, and the water-dividing flag turned into three dragon shadows.
The moment the dragon head bit the rock wall, the bluestone made a sound like a baby crying, and viscous black blood gushed out from the cracks.
Lu Weiying's Xuan Bingjian suddenly protected the master on his own, and seven ice rings enveloped the two of them. The black blood immediately condensed into a hideous ghost face when it touched the ice surface.
The dragon's phantom roared to the sky. Wherever the dragon's tail swept, the rock wall peeled off like rotten flesh, revealing the bronze-cast corridor behind it.
The skeleton lamps on both sides of the corridor opened their eyes together, and the faint green phosphorus fire reflected the dense blood spell runes on the wall.
The jade pendant on Nanlong Hou's waist suddenly became hot, and the afterimage of Cang Kun sealed in the jade was trembling.
"Open!"
The Nanlong Hou bit his tongue and blood spurted on the floating remains of Gu Xiu.
Eight-petal lotus marks suddenly appeared on the sternum. The moment the golden sword fell, the lotus exploded into thousands of golden threads, twisting the skeleton into crystal sand.
When the bone sand touched the fangs of the ghost face of the Shimen, the fangs actually spasmed and contracted like living things.
Lu Weiying suddenly groaned, and the magic flag in his hand burst into dazzling white light.
Feng Bo totem embroidered on the flag opened its third eye, and the hurricane wrapped around bone sand to form a tornado.
Black blood oozed out from the ghost's fangs, but when it touched the wind dragon, it condensed into ice crystals - Xuanbingjian was embedded in the top of the corridor at some time, turning the entire space into an extremely cold realm.
"It's now!"
Nanlonghou's pupils turned into vertical pupils, and the golden sword suddenly divided into nine phantoms.
When the sword light fell, the eight-armed Shura Dharma image appeared on the surface of the stone gate, but the chains condensed from bone sand penetrated through the pipa bone.
The Shura Dharma Image let out a roar that shook the sky, and the sound waves shattered the three skeleton lamps, and black blood gushed out like a waterfall.
The moment the stone door collapsed, the golden thunder bamboo on the altar suddenly surged.
Lu Weiying's hair and beard were aroused by static electricity, and Xuan Bingjian reflected his twisted face - the pupils of his left eye were eroded by blood.
The Marquis of Nanlong suddenly threw out the jade pendant on his waist, and the afterimage of Cang Kun in the jade chanted the spell, and forced a wisp of black air out of the Lu Weiying Tianling Cover.
"Look at the demon-subduing pestle."
Nanlonghou’s sword tip lightly tapped under the altar. Half of the vajra is soaked in the blood pool, and the "卍" character seal of the pestle body rotates in reverse.
Whenever the blood pool ripples, the small Sumeru Vajra Formation on the wall flashed once, and the array pattern was mixed with the Demonic Soul-Devouring Curse.
Lu Weiying suddenly staggered back, his shadow being swallowed by the blood pool.
The Tianyuan Fruit on the altar suddenly cracked, and a centipede crawled out of the flesh, and each section of the insect carving was engraved with a miniature blood curse.
The golden sword of Nanlonghou suddenly wailed, and the same corrosive patterns appeared on the sword body as the vajra.
The blood pool suddenly boiled, and eight golden arhat corpses floated up at the bottom of the pool.
(This chapter ends)