I have a long pupil

Chapter 146

"I heard about the basilisk, and went to investigate... I found out that it was a misunderstanding, and I have similar temperaments..."

Zhang Biao used to be a head catcher, without changing his face, he made up a set of rhetoric easily, nine truths and one false, to cover up the important information of the precious medicine.

"I see…"

Time was running out, and Lingchong didn't doubt it too much.

But although his face was calm, he secretly said in his heart: This Tai Sui is an old Jiang Hu, although he is somewhat chivalrous, but his mind is gloomy.Aunt Yan is gentle and kind by nature, she is valued by her family, so she still reminds her not to have any contact with this person.

Thinking of this, he bowed his hands solemnly and said: "Master, this disciple wants to perform the four elephants to seal the town altar, and please sit in the center of the town as the abbot."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Yanshan swam to the center of the formation altar with a huge body, coiled into a snake formation, and looked towards the tomb mountain while spitting out snake letters.

Zhang Biao also breathed a sigh of relief and watched from afar.

No matter Jiangliang or Wei Suiyi, there are also methods of opening altars, but they are all set up by a single person to strengthen the power of spells.

The dharma altar viewed by Xuandu is the art of communicating with the gods.

In Wei Sui's inheritance, this kind of method has been mentioned, and it is called the orthodox Taoism. The gods are formed by the spirit of the ancestors, which is least affected by the power of incense and has the greatest power.

To put it simply, the dead ancestors established a place similar to the willow god's domain in the spirit world and turned it into a god's court.

After all, it is only the inheritance of the Qi refining period.

Zhang Biao didn't know about higher-level exercises, let alone whether there were immortals in this world, or whether they could live forever.

But for now, turning into a vulgar god after death, and still retaining consciousness, may be the best choice to continue practicing.

If an altar can be set up, there must be a divine court on the Guanshan Mountain of Xuandu!

This raises more questions.

According to what Tu Lingzi said in "You Xian Ji", the inner sect who mastered higher-level Dharma sects left long before the end of Dharma, and the existing sects are all outer sect disciples.

With their cultivation, it is impossible to survive these thousand years.

The Divine Court must have been established in the Dharma-ending Era before the passage to the spiritual world was closed, so that the disciples of Xuandu Temple could use the sacrificial altar in a short period of time after the spiritual energy revived.

Could it be that Xuanduguan's inner sect has returned?

This is also somewhat unreasonable.

Traveling through the world is extremely dangerous, and even the Golden Core Demon Cultivator of the Shasheng Sect almost survived. If Xuandu Guan had this ability, why would he stay away from the capital and let the Slaughtering Sect mess around.

All kinds of questions came to my mind.

After Aunt Yanshan sat in the altar, Lingchong led three junior disciples to line up the altar in four directions.

Lingchong is located at the Qinglong position, facing the tomb mountain.

The four of them took out a yellow talisman together and pinched the formula. The yellow talisman ignited spontaneously, and the thick tribute incense in the incense burner in front also emitted blue smoke.

It can be seen that the altar is dominated by Lingchong, and the others are all assistants. His forehead is sweating and he keeps chanting mantras.

The incantations are an unknown language, ambiguous.

Zhang Biao listened intently, and he could vaguely hear "霂, 食, 靏, 靀, Pei, 雸..."

The voice is dull, with hidden thunder.

Zhang Biao narrowed his eyes slightly, thoughtful.

All the methods in this world are learned from the avenue of heaven and earth, like the ghost spell he used to cast tricks, which is to imitate the voice of the hanged person before death.

To follow the same line of magical spells is to imitate the sound of the wind.

Judging from this Xuandu contemplation mantra, it should be imitating the sound of thunder.

No wonder it can be called the orthodox sect of Taoism. Thunder is the change of yin and yang in the world, and its power is definitely not small.

Finally, the altar of offerings changed.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind, and fallen leaves swept up everywhere, forming a strange whirlwind around the altar.

Aunt Yanshan suddenly trembled all over, and suddenly raised her head to look at the sky. Her big, clear and transparent eyes actually emitted a golden light, and her eyes became cold and heartless, like a god descending.

"coming!"

Zhang Biao thought inwardly, the Nuo face was running, and the surrounding scene suddenly changed, switching to the perspective of the spirit world.

This is not peeping.

Lingchong seemed to know some of Nuomian Jiangliang's abilities, and asked him to enter the spirit world when the sacrificial altar was held to monitor the movement of people.

In the spirit world, in front of them was still the circular deep pit, covered with black snakes and banyan trees, baring their teeth and claws, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

And the sacrificial altar also showed a vision.

The living souls of Lingchong and others have not entered, but Yanshangu has appeared in the spirit world, transformed into a giant snake with golden light shining all over her body, a bit like the wolf-headed god of the Huo Luo Sect at that time.

Around it, densely packed yellow talismans danced, unexpectedly forming the appearance of green dragon, white tiger and red bird basalt, circling around Yanshangu's spirit.

Zhang Biao suddenly realized something in his heart.

This so-called sacrificial offering altar is somewhat similar to the Huo Luo Sect's god-adventure altar, but it is more sophisticated, and can receive the power of the gods according to the cultivation level of the person presiding over the formation.

Yan Shangu is the core of the formation, a fourth-rank vulgar god, naturally powerful.

boom!
Suddenly, Aunt Yanshan opened her mouth wide, and a golden light made of incense and fire pierced straight into the sky.

Above the sky, the thick fog slowly circled and turned into a vortex, and then a large golden glow flickered.

Vaguely, a huge palace can be seen.

Sure enough, it is the court of God!
Zhang Biao sighed in his heart, but did not use the eyes of spiritual vision to investigate.

The pressure this thing gave him was like a mountain pressing down on the top, just looking straight at it, he could feel his ears roaring and his chest tight.

If you investigate rashly, you will probably be backlashed.

From the looks of it, this divine court was originally a high-grade magic weapon, and I don't know how many vulgar gods are hidden in it.

According to what Tu Lingzi said, now all sects are all outer sects, and the inner sect of Xuandu Temple should have a more powerful Shenting. Could it be that they left this world with the help of Shenting's power?

Although curious in his heart, Zhang Biao no longer looked up, but looked forward, the abyss.

According to Ling Chong's speculation, this was arranged by Tu Lingzi.

Xuanyangzong's method is mainly based on flying swords and bamboo armor, focusing on fighting alone. The thing in front of me is full of ghosts, and it probably doesn't come from Xuanyangzong.

Could it be... that Misty Pavilion?

"Meow!"

Just when Zhang Biao was curious, Yueying's call suddenly sounded in his ears, and he hurriedly withdrew from the spirit world.

He entered the spirit world to monitor, so naturally he did not dare to relax his vigilance on the physical body, and now every time he enters the spirit world, he would leave Yueying to watch over him.

Moon Shadow warns that something must go wrong in this world.

Zhang Biao opened his eyes suddenly, and saw faint poisonous smoke rising from the tomb hill again, spreading downward like streams of streams.

The wind and fallen leaves fluttered around the altar, which was protected by divine power, so the poisonous smoke could not get close, but it affected him.

Zhang Biao swallowed a refreshing pill, held his breath, so as not to be caught in the mandrill's ecstasy smoke, and then frowned and looked forward.

On the tomb hill, the soil and stones in the robbery caves crashed and fell, and it was obvious that something was about to come out.

Seeing that Zhang Biao was awake, Ling Chong also breathed a sigh of relief, the seal in his hand kept trembling, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and hurriedly said: "Fellow Tai Sui, this mandrill has already used the formation to control the earth's energy, and it will take time to re-seal it, please help I'll wait for the guard!"

"I saw it."

Zhang Biao nodded solemnly, and strode to the front of the altar.

clap la la...

The earth and rocks exploded, and the things in the robbery cave finally appeared.

It was a figure, dressed in rags, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a traveler and a hunter, men, women, young and old.

But now, they are already inhuman, with only skin and bones left, resembling skeletons, and emitting light green smoke all over their bodies.

"It's a plague corpse, don't get close!"

Ling Chong, who was presiding over the sacrificial altar, quickly reminded.

Zhang Biao nodded, took a few fist-sized wooden balls from his waist, held them in his hands, and stared straight ahead.

Plague Corpse (Yellow Level [-])
1. Infected by the plague, the zombies bred by absorbing the corpse energy of the earth, were Huaizhou merchants during their lifetime.

2. The body is tough, and the body is full of plague poison. After shattering, the plague poison can spread, leaving only a little spirit, and the weak point is the dark fire.

3. Under the control of Fu Yunrong...

"Roar!"

These plague corpses crawled on all fours like animals, swarmed out of the robbery hole, and crawled towards them.

It's now!

Without further ado, Zhang Biao threw a wooden ball.

boom!
The wooden ball flew out, the air suddenly exploded, and the off-white powder scattered, and then under Zhang Biao's spell, a blue dark fire was ignited.

He hasn't been busy in the past few days.

Yanjia Zong Zhouke's wooden ball magic weapon has been deciphered by him.

It was filled with ghost fire powder, and the ghost fire skull had been burned by the phoenix fire, so it just happened to be replaced by this thing, the power is not comparable, but each has its own merits.

If you catch the ghost and imprison it, you can also drive the wooden ball to fly, which is even more powerful.

The underworld fire exploded and immediately turned into a wall of fire.

Most of the plague corpses were contaminated with the underworld fire, and the remaining spirit dissipated immediately, and they fell to the ground without moving, while the green plague poison in their bodies continued to burn.

When Zhang Biao saw it, he knew it.

Human mandrills use plague poison to control corpses, and they are naturally contaminated with their spiritual thoughts, which can be used as fuel for ghost fire.

A few plague corpses escaped and rushed towards them.

Zhang Biao took his time, took out a handful of dark fire powder, squeezed the formula and blew lightly, the dark fire surged out, turning the remaining few into fly ash.

Seeing this, Ling Chong in the sacrificial altar heaved a sigh of relief.

He secretly praised in his heart, this Tai Sui is really good at martial arts, fortunately he was cautious and invited him to protect the formation, otherwise someone would be killed or injured today.

What he didn't know was that Zhang Biao's series of actions didn't consume much energy at all, and he was always conserving his strength.

That mandrill is the big trouble.

At this moment, Ling Chong was finally ready, and four yellow talismans suddenly appeared in his hand, and he said loudly: "Xuandu Nine Heavens, Incense spreads to all worlds, disciple Ling Chong, I respectfully invite Patriarch to take action, Qinglong, Suzaku, Xuanwu, Baihu, Edict!"

call!
In an instant, the wind was blowing.

Zhang Biao could feel that a huge force gushed out from the spirit world and poured into the sacrificial altar. Four beams of golden light visible to the naked eye flew out and came to the sky above the tomb mountain. Tomb Hill.

The poisonous smoke all over the mountain has dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The tomb hill also became calm.

Zhang Biao frowned, "Is this all right?"

"Fizz!"

At this moment, Aunt Yanshan suddenly let out a scream, trembling all over, and kept rolling on the ground.

Her body was too huge, the snake array spread out, and with a flick of the huge snake tail, not only the altar was destroyed, Ling Chong and others were also hit, and fell to the ground spraying blood.

Ling Chong said in a startled voice: "No, that mandrill's soul has been broken, that thing is crazy, and it's not afraid that its soul will dissipate!"

Zhang Biao's face darkened, and he moved away first to avoid being hurt by Aunt Yanshan, and then asked Yueying to protect the law and use the Nuo mask to enter the spiritual world.

In the spirit world, due to the destruction of the sacrificial altar, the divine court in the sky has disappeared, and Yan Shangu's spirit is struggling in pain.

In the place where the abyss was originally sealed off, the top of the decaying attic covered with vines had a big hole.

A trench visible to the naked eye appeared in the snake banyan forest, and the black poisonous mist spread everywhere, but was blocked by an invisible force.

And above Yanshangu's soul, there is a black-haired woman in a palace robe, wrapped in black mist, with green eyes shining, her face is ferocious, and she is clutching Yanshangu's head.

"court death!"

Murderous intent flickered in Zhang Biao's eyes, and Mo Wendao whizzed out wrapped in Phoenix Fire...

(End of this chapter)