Purple-robed Heavenly Master? The start was stalemate and someone dug him out

Chapter 150 The Lotus Art of Immortality

"Dragon Pearl?"

Zhang Yi is very familiar with this kind of aura. When he was still alive six hundred years ago, he captured a triangle of dragons.

Six hundred years have passed, and the former triangular dragon is on the verge of transforming into a dragon.

The last time Zhang Yi returned to the Demon Suppression Tower in Longhu Mountain and killed the demons in the Demon Suppression Tower who were sucking the Yin Qi, dragons came to help him.

"It's okay, come out."

Zhang Yi shouted to the three people in the distance.

The mustached man walked over quickly and said: "My lord is a master of Taoism and can actually use the Five Elements Talisman to form a formation in an instant. I admire you, I admire you!"

Sato and Li Tao followed closely behind. As for the old ape monk who lagged behind, there was surprise and confusion in his eyes.

He really couldn't understand why Zhang Yi could still frequently use Taoist methods even though he had a zombie body.

Zhang Yi put away the dragon ball and said to the old ape monk: "Now that the trouble has been solved by me, you can lead the way for me and go out with me after you find something. It will be your reward."

The old ape monk pointed to the distance and said, "You guys, follow me."

Zhang Yi and four others followed the old monk and walked into a jungle.

Deep in the vast jungle, an ancient and mysterious altar stands quietly. This altar is nine stories high, stacked layer by layer, as if reaching into the sky, complementing the surrounding towering ancient trees, forming a magnificent picture.

Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly. The materials used in this altar were actually all fine granite and white marble.

Each layer of the altar is carefully carved with dense runes. These runes shine with ancient and mysterious light, as if telling a forgotten legend.

The runes are engraved on pieces of flawless white marble. The materials alone for this altar cost an astronomical amount of money.

In the center of each floor of the altar stands a lifelike statue. They are the legendary nine sons of the dragon - Bixi, Chiqi, Pulao, Biuan, Taotie, Yasui, Suanni, Jiaotu and Negative.

These statues have different expressions, some are majestic and solemn, some are vigorous and brave, some are kind and amiable. Each one is full of vitality, as if it will wake up from stillness at any time.

The sunlight shines through the dense leaves and shines on the statues and runes, forming mottled light and shadow, adding a bit of mystery and solemnity.

"The core of the magic circle is at the top of the altar, and the secret treasure you are looking for is also at the top of the altar."

The old ape monk looked at the top floor with complicated eyes and said.

"I want to remind you, the higher you go, the greater the pressure the altar will put on you. Someone once tried to reach the top of the altar, broke the magic circle, and died on it. Have you seen those bones? "

The steps leading to the top of the altar were covered with skeletons. They all died on the first floor, some died on the third floor, and the furthest died on the fifth floor.

"The poor monk advises you, if you are not sure, just stay in this barrier with the poor monk and you can still save your life..."

Before the voice of the old ape monk fell, a figure in purple robes had already strode towards the altar.

what?
Everyone was shocked when they saw Zhang Yi ascending the first step without any pressure, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Is this the pressure you're talking about?"

The old ape monk was stunned, scratched his head and murmured: "Impossible? Impossible! Why weren't you affected?"

Zhang Yi stepped forward again and walked up the second step. When he climbed the second step, Zhang Yi's shoulders sank suddenly.

A heavy pressure fell on Zhang Yi, here it comes! There is indeed something wrong with this altar!
Zhang Yi decisively climbed up the third step, and suddenly a giant beast appeared in his eyes, Pixi! Bi Xi fell from the sky and put all the pressure on Zhang Yi, making Zhang Yi's back bend slightly.

call!
A whirlwind appeared around Zhang Yi, blowing his purple robe without any wind.

"interesting!"

A ray of blood-red light burst out in Zhang Yi's eyes, and blood appeared, resisting the strong pressure.

Zhang Yi's figure is firm, and his back is like a mountain.

As Zhang Yi's footsteps echoed on the empty altar, the shadows of the Nine Dragon Sons suddenly appeared all around.

These phantoms may soar in the clouds or mist, or show their teeth and claws. They exude powerful coercion, trying to suppress Zhang Yi, the uninvited guest.

However, Zhang Yi is no ordinary person. He took a deep breath, stood firmly on his feet, and looked firm. Facing these powerful shadows, he did not flinch. Instead, he straightened his back and resisted with all his strength.

The situation above the altar suddenly changed. The old ape monk looked at Zhang Yi in disbelief and said, "He can actually get to this point?"

Sato's palms were sweaty and he said: "You were a powerful purple-robed heavenly master when you were alive. His resurrection from the dead into a zombie body is beyond the reach of mortals. We can hope to escape!"

boom! boom! boom!
Every attack from the phantoms seemed to carry destructive power, but Zhang Yi stood firm like a mountain. He mobilized the power in his body to launch a fierce confrontation with these phantoms. For a moment, the altar was filled with light and shadow, creating a majestic atmosphere.

at last!

After a fierce battle, Zhang Yi finally withstood the Nine Shadows of the Dragon. Although he was sweating profusely, most of the Yin Qi and Corpse Qi in his body were lost.

But his eyes were shining with victory. He knew that he had passed this test and was one step away from the secret of the altar.

Hey!
Zhang Yi stepped onto the ninth floor of the altar, and in an instant, a rapid ray of talisman light rose into the sky.

Around the altar, the originally peaceful jungle suddenly became turbulent, with howling winds that seemed to change the color of the sky.

With the altar as the center, a huge magic circle began to vibrate violently, and the light flickered, as if carrying some ancient and powerful power.

"The barrier is loosening! The restrictions here are about to be broken!" The old ape monk danced for joy. He has been trapped here for too long.

As the magic circle continued to collapse, the entire space became blurred and hazy, as if shrouded in a layer of mist.

In this chaos, a dazzling light suddenly burst out from the damaged area of ​​the magic circle in the center of the altar.

"Certainly!"

Zhang Yi was already prepared. A golden talisman appeared in his hand, and he suddenly waved his hand to catch the flying light.

The light gradually dissipated, and a translucent lotus slowly emerged.

It is crystal clear and exudes soft light, like a bright pearl embedded in the broken magic circle.

This lotus sways gently in the air, as if it is alive, which makes people marvel.

As Zhang Yi controlled the lotus, a ray of golden light slowly emerged from the center of the lotus, forming golden words.

"The Lotus Secret of Immortality?"

Zhang Yi murmured, and suddenly felt a pain in his body. His arms and lower abdomen were broken in many places, and his flesh and blood exploded.

(End of this chapter)