Taihao Gold Medal

Chapter 262 Under the palace, the most yin and evil Taoism
"Send the blood food down."

"promise."

Accompanied by such words, a group of warriors dressed in bats and black shirts came to the palace carrying heavy wooden boxes. As one of the most trusted eunuchs of the Lord Liang Xiao opened the rockery mechanism, they were almost silent. file in.

The faint black hole in the rockery is like the mouth of a greedy monster.

Zhang Lie Naying hides in the dark, without anyone noticing, with his way of Taoism, he can use the earth escape to sneak in.

But while thinking about it, Zhang Lie was a little worried that there were hidden restrictions in the underground, and if he used the earth escape at will, he might be noticed.

So he still held his temper and waited until those warriors in black bat shirts came out again.

This time, when the stone door mechanism was opened, Zhang Lie spit out a mouthful of wooden magic power in the dark, and for a moment, the mountains and forests swayed, the forest leaves fluttered, and a gust of wind swept past.

This mana movement is natural, even if some hidden restriction is triggered, there is a high probability that it will not be triggered at all.

Although those black-shirted warriors were all good at martial arts, they still squinted their eyes subconsciously under the sudden gust of wind.

The next moment, Zhang Lie rushed past in a flash of sword light and shuttled past.

Ordinary people's eyes have an upper limit. When the speed exceeds this upper limit, it is tantamount to being invisible. Immortal cultivators will increase the upper limit of these abilities with the improvement of mana and realm, but Zhang Lie's five escapes are still in one. The effect of "world without shadow" can be achieved in an instant, let alone in front of these secular warriors.

Diving underground, this place is extremely deep and vast.

Zhang Lie doesn't spread his spiritual consciousness easily, but his five senses are extremely sensitive, even on the ground where he often walks, he can see abnormalities.

Following these subtle traces, Zhang Lie quickly sneaked to the end of the most frequently walked path. It was a grotto filled with thick wooden boxes. At this time, some of them had already heard a slight struggle. the sound of.

Zhang Lie stepped forward to open it, and sure enough, he saw a woman inside. At this moment, she was still unconscious.

"This scale, this quantity, if this is used to refine second and third-tier pills, I will swallow that alchemy furnace alive."

"For a long time, this idiot, Lord Liang Xiao, probably ate only scraps. He thought it was prolonging his life, but he just thought it was."

Continuing to walk down from this cave, Zhang Lie saw many iron cages, in which piles and piles of people were forced to be stuffed inside.

When he came to the deepest part of the underground palace, Zhang Lie's pupils widened, because he saw a person with a white hat and white robe, deep eyes and a dignified aura. It was Yao Zhen, the national master of the Nine Mornings.

At this moment, he was walking on a huge altar, and in the center was an alchemy furnace that was hoisted by iron chains.

There are nine steles around them, Yao Zhen stares at those steles very seriously, while reciting softly, sometimes pondering, sometimes thinking.

Zhang Lie is also very curious about what is recorded on the nine steles, but he is very patient. At this moment, he calms down and hides it. He believes that Yao Zhen will not directly destroy the nine steles after reading it. up.

Of course, Yao Zhen, the national teacher of Jiuchen, couldn't really do that. After thinking for a moment, he closed his eyes, stood in front of the stone seat of the Dharma platform, and waved his arms lightly to perform some kind of mysterious Taoism.

Reiki swallows and breathes, and the weather is mysterious.

Zhang Lie was not surprised when he watched Yao Zhen's mana strength rise from the first level to the ninth level, from the first level to the ninth level. Faintly felt that this fellow was not easy.

But when Nine Morning Master Yao Zhen broke through from the ninth floor of the foundation building to the Purple Mansion again with his mana, and from the first level of the Purple Mansion to the ninth floor of the Purple Mansion, Zhang Lie was in a bad mood.

"This is impossible. With Yao Zhen's cultivation base, it is absolutely impossible to cultivate to this level within a hundred years. Even if you kill thousands of people to improve your skills, you will never be able to do it. If the magic way is so easy to cultivate, everyone should practice it. It's magic."

"It is impossible for Yao Zhen to have this realm, so...she is not Yao Zhen!?"

At this moment, an extremely strange scene appeared, accompanied by the torrent of mana lightly transported by both arms, and in front of Zhang Lie's eyes, the figure of "Yao Zhen", the national master of the Nine Mornings, "overlapped".

Zhang Lie is a cultivator of Taoism, with solid internal organs, of course he cannot be the kind of person who is addicted to wine and sex, loses energy and starts to lose his eyesight.

In fact, whoever comes here will see this kind of overlap, from the body of Nine Morning State Master Yao Zhen, another person slowly walks out.

The next moment, Yao Zhen fell down and sat on the stone seat behind him. Although his eyes were still deep and frightening, there was no aura, and his spirituality and wisdom were indeed annihilated.

But the female cultivator standing in front of Yao Zhen was a beautiful woman with various poses and looks, her whole body exuded a familiar feminine smell.

"I thought that the elite monks of Danyang Palace would be more alert and clever under the training of that old fox Zhuge Ke, but I didn't expect that to be the case. It's a pity that I have been suffering for so long wearing this ghost puppet."

"But it's worth it. It won't take long before the big plan will come true... You will eventually return to the world, mighty Nanhuang..."

The further you get to the back, the more whispered.

Gradually, even with Zhang Lie's hearing loss, he couldn't hear what she was saying.

"Clap clap."

Accompanied by the gentle slap of jade hands, there was the sound of mechanisms being pulled from all sides, and the next moment there was the sound of water flowing, and then a large amount of blood poured into the depths of the underground palace like a river, accompanied by the female monk's seal control. After turning the formula, the powerful and astonishing yin and blazing mana fluctuated in the void.

She started to refine blood again, and kept pouring it into the alchemy furnace that was suspended by iron chains.

During this process, Zhang Lie, who was hiding in the dark, wanted to make a move several times, but in the end he still suppressed his killing intent.

The first floor of the Purple Mansion attacked the ninth floor of the Purple Mansion, and the opponent obviously had a good inheritance, and it was not comparable to those casual cultivators.

Zhang Lie doesn't have a high-grade sword weapon in his hands now, it can be said that he has not even cultivated the strength of the first level of the Zifu, and it is too conceited to really make a move at this time.It is absolutely impossible to win more than four floors, so Zhang Lie chose to wait, waiting for a better opportunity.

Accompanied by the spellcasting of the mysterious female cultivator, lines of blood were tempered and flew up in the thick blood river all around, as if things would be reversed at the extreme. The sweet and greasy fragrance lingers in the nose, making people want to be drunk.

(End of this chapter)