Longevity: Beginning from the Great Zhou Dynasty

Chapter 182

At night, in the shade of Mica Mountain.

An entrance that was drawn out and then settled was being held by a fortified army.

Among them are all masters of Baodan who are superb in martial arts, and there are also two figures who look like army mages.

Obviously both are at the Golden Core level, but they are different from Chen Miaogu and Taoist Xuan Fu, and have slightly different auras.

"Middle-rank, or low-rank Jindan Grandmaster? But the breath seems to be a little weirder..."

Tonight was going to enter the mausoleum, Lin Xuanzhi came here after everyone, and saw a group of masters in front of him.

Jin Dan guards the gate, and General Shi and others are always paying attention to this place with their spiritual senses. It is extremely difficult to break into this place.

But judging from the opinions of the previous few people, it is obvious that there may be some changes in this action.

General Shi Yizheng called the two golden elixir masters here, pointed to one of them, a young man with a white face and a warm smile, and introduced to Li Fenghe and Chen Miaogu, "This is the disciple who led the five sects, Liu Xiantong."

Lin Xuanzhi looked secretly, and saw that Grandmaster Liu Xiantong was surrounded by incense and clouds, and there seemed to be countless projections of spirits and gods with different postures sitting in the acupuncture points.

Following Lin Xuanzhi's gaze, many spirits seemed to sense it, but Lin Xuanzhi retracted his gaze in due course, and they couldn't trace it back.

"This is Cangyue Sanren, the master of Tiecha Mountain's Baofeng Temple, who is a secret agent of my Great Zhou Tianguan Dao. This time, I will go down with a few of you."

Li Fenghe nodded slightly and said with a smile: "You two have superb cultivation bases. If we go together this time, we can ensure that the trip to the mausoleum will be safe."

Liu Xiantong had a dignified bearing with several different majesties, and said with a very warm smile, "You are welcome, elder. The people of the Great Zhou Dynasty should do their best to serve the country."

Cangyue Sanren, the master of Baofeng Temple, is a middle-aged Taoist with gray beard and hair. Hearing this, he also smiled subtly: "The preparations are in a hurry, but the poor Taoist is willing to do his best."

The temporary addition of manpower, who is still a master of the Jindan level, is obviously a big change in this trip.

Even if he was destined to act separately from several people, Lin Xuanzhi couldn't help but raise his vigilance.

The Eighth Sage King looked at the deep passage extending to the foot of Mica Mountain, and cupped his hands at the few people, saying, "It's really hard to guess what's going on inside the mausoleum, you should be careful."

"Other things should be discarded, so please be sure to bring out the treasure to enrich my great Zhou heritage."

Everyone returned the salute, and Li Feng and the elder solemnly assured: "Your Highness, don't worry, I will take out the treasure even if I give up my life, and all ghosts and snakes will never destroy our Great Zhou Sheji."

What Li Fenghe said was categorical, but everyone was terrified.

It's as if they might go and never return.

Immediately, the crowd didn't stay any longer, following Li Feng and the elder's order, several people filed in.

Two great masters, Li Fenghe and Yuan Mo, took the lead, Xu Hupo was in the center, Chen Miaogu and Taoist Xuan Fu stood guard on both sides, and Liu Xiantong and Cang Yue Sanren were in the rear.

No matter from any point of view, this kind of constant exploration is considered "luxury" for the couple.

There is nothing to explore outside the mausoleum, everyone went deep all the way, and Lin Xuanzhi was always paying attention to the surrounding environment, which confirmed each other with his previous speculation.

The air of coldness, silence, and slumber became more and more intense, and the deep mausoleum became blurred and vast.

Chen Miaogu's voice came from Lin Xuanzhi's ear: "I'm good at killing people, but you have to rely on yourself to search for the entrance."

"Reverend Li Jinshui vaguely felt that there would be twists and turns in this trip on a whim, so please try to avoid it as much as possible."

Thoughts in Lin Xuanzhi's mind raced for a moment and he responded, "The twists and turns should be the actions of the seniors, and there should be no major accidents on the junior side."

After all, the matter of giving away the immortal grass is obviously a higher-level plan, so you can't cheat yourself, right?
No matter how you say it, the real Qianxuzi is also a real Yangshen who has cultivated such supernatural powers from the wall. It is naturally much better than others to predict the opportunity.

Going deeper, Lin Xuanzhi suddenly discovered that he and others had appeared in a dark underground palace at some point.

In the looming mist behind him, some palaces have already been opened and searched cleanly. In front of him is a not wide, turbulent light yellow river flowing quietly without any waves.

Xie Miaomiao was naturally attracted by the Huangquan River, and the moment his eyes looked over, there was a sudden wave in the river.

In an instant, countless fallen ghosts in the river struggled and stretched out their arms, as if they wanted to pull the living Xie Miaomiao into it.

Several people saw Xie Miaomiao walking towards the river stiffly, his eyes were blank while moving, obviously confused by the dead.

Taoist Xuan Fu frowned slightly, lightly tapped Xie Miaomiao's eyebrows to wake him up, and reprimanded: "Keep your heart, don't look."

Then he looked at Deputy Director Yuan Mo and said, "Although this Underworld is not real, it is not something that the younger generation can easily approach. Let's ferry it."

Even if it was only at the Golden Core level, Taoist Xuan Fu faced Yuan Mo with an equal attitude, and his words were only polite.

With the lessons learned by Xie Miaomiao, even Hua Zifang, who is self-cultivated, would not stare at the river to observe.

Xu Amber was not a reckless person and had followed Chen Miaogu obediently from the very beginning.

Lin Xuanzhi had a panoramic view of Xie Miaomiao's situation, but he couldn't hold back his boldness.

Countless souls floated in it, and with the constant sound of resentment in his ears, Lin Xuanzhi was still able to calmly observe the situation of the Huangquan River.

Although the effect on people seemed gloomy and full of death, he found that the river water was actually very pure!

"Could it be that someone really took the real water from the underworld and turned it into such a small river?"

Not to mention the authenticity of the sect, it is not difficult for many casual cultivators to pass through the underworld.

But ensuring safety, arriving at Huangquan, and bringing back the real water is more difficult than the other.

In the center of reincarnation, even real people of the pure yang orthodoxy approach Huangquan, they have to go some way.

The spiritual light in the lowered eyes kept flickering, and a lot of information was being sorted out, and Yuan Mo said with a smile: "It should be like this, I don't want to have my cultivation base washed away, and my mind and soul are clear and blank."

The Xinghuo Shengde boat fell safely into the river after being thrown by him, and then a golden bridge of Shengde stretched out in front of everyone.

"Everyone please!"

After getting on the bridge, boarding the boat, and sitting down safely, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Fenghe looked at the flowing river and sighed softly: "The real water of Huangquan is rare in the world, but it is difficult to collect and store, otherwise the old man must collect some."

Taoist Xuan Fu nodded slightly and echoed, "Three generations of patriarchs of our sect once went to the underworld to discuss the Dao with the Northern Ghost Emperor and won a urn of real water, and now they are almost exhausted."

Liu Xiantong followed with a smile and said, "As expected of a great Taoist sect, even though this thing is often heard of, it is an extremely rare thing in the final analysis, and it is better than some mysterious and mysterious things."

"Without the treasures of the five virtues, it is difficult to collect the blooming ones. What a pity, what a pity."

While speaking, he actually took out an object that looked like an animal skull and collected it.

Several people couldn't help being taken aback.

Lin Xuanzhi noticed the aura on the skull, and knew in his heart that it might be some wild fairy who had accumulated a lot of external skills.

Yuan Mo even shook his head and sighed: "The fairy family behind the fellow Taoist has a lot of background!"

Rafting on the Yellow Spring, blessed by the Holy Virtue, the river has no more waves, but it seems that the narrow river seems to have no end, and it will not be able to reach the other side for a long time.

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