Pure Yang!

Chapter 360: The Three Corpse Gods and Yu Xuanji! Thousand-year-old demon
Yu Xuanji, the descendant of Mount Sanqing, is the only one who escaped the Battle of the Shiwandashan Mountains.

In the vast mountains, the three gods reunited as one, escaped the disaster of the great night, and had the third life-and-death battle with Li Changgeng. In such a chaotic situation, Zhang Huntian, a disciple of Bei Zhang, was about to die. Chen Long appeared, the demon leader was in power, but Yu Xuanji escaped with his life and became the only survivor.

"She actually came to Chang'an City!?" Zhang Fan's heart moved slightly.

At the beginning, when Yu Xuanji fled back to Sanqing Mountain, he was worried for a while, fearing that the other party would expose him.

But so much time has passed and there is no movement in Sanqing Mountain, and no news has come out of Baihe Temple, which surprised Zhang Fan.

Logically speaking, Li Changgeng’s death should have been revealed.

"You know her?"

Meng Qiwu looked at Zhang Fan's reaction and couldn't help but ask.

She knew that Yu Xuanji, as the descendant of Mount Sanqing, lived a secluded life, rarely went out, and rarely made friends with other Taoist disciples. Logically, she should have no interactions with Zhang Fan.

"I know him. We are old acquaintances." Zhang Fan's eyes were fixed as he turned to ask.

"Where is she now?"

"Yunshen Guild Hall!" Meng Qiwu said casually.

The 23rd Taoist Youth Debate and Training Forum was led by the Taoist Alliance, hosted by Zhongnan Mountain, and sponsored by Daotianxia Culture Co., Ltd. All participants were arranged to stay at the Yunshen Hotel.

This is a leisure and convalescent hotel, in which both Zhongnanshan and the Wang family have shares.

"The scale of this meeting is quite large. Your Jiangnan Provincial Dao Alliance president was originally invited, but was delayed by something urgent. I heard that he only arrived yesterday, so he could only attend the closing meeting." Meng Qiwu said in a serious tone.

Zhang Fan understood what was said.

Originally, Lou Hechuan was supposed to attend the meeting, but there happened to be trouble in Qingu Town, and the three great heavenly masters gathered to surround and kill Chen Long, so he naturally couldn't get away.

Now, with the death of the three great heavenly masters, Lou Hechuan, as the head of Jiangnan Province, has also been removed from his post and escorted to Beijing for accountability.

All of these things were top secret, so Meng Qiwu naturally didn't know about them.

"It turns out that Wu Qingnang is here to attend the closing ceremony of this forum."

No wonder Zhang Fan was able to meet Wu Qingnang, the acting president of the Jiangnan Provincial Taoist Alliance, at the airport.

hum...

At this moment, a strange wave spread out from between Zhang Fan's brows, spreading like ripples and covering the entire tea room.

"Zhang Fan..."

Meng Qiwu's face changed slightly. He felt that his soul was shrouded by these ripples, like a stone in the river. When the ripples passed by, the outline of the stone was projected into Zhang Fan's soul.

At this moment, it seemed as if she no longer had any secrets in front of Zhang Fan.

"How come your soul has become so much stronger?" Meng Qiwu's eyes trembled in shock.

Zhang Fan at this moment was completely different from the day they first met.

"Why are your injuries so serious?" Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and looked at Meng Qiwu with a serious expression.

He was very clear about Yu Xuanji's strength. She was stronger than Meng Qiwu, but to a limited extent. The gap between them had not yet reached a chasm. How could she have suffered such serious injuries?

"She has improved so much in such a short time?" Zhang Fan frowned.

"Yes, I was injured, but it's nothing serious. I will be able to recover in a month."

Meng Qiwu looked at Zhang Fan, but felt that he was overreacting. Her injuries were not serious enough to be unbearable.

Zhang Fan raised his eyelids slightly and remained silent.

hum...

Suddenly, his mind trembled, and his soul was about to come out. He raised his head three feet away, and there seemed to be three layers of mysterious light jumping, as if there were three figures hidden in the void, descending from the mortal world to decide the fate of the underworld, knocking on the door of Taoism to participate in the supreme method, and floating away from the human world to practice Xuanzong.

When this scene appeared, both Meng Qiwu and Ge Shuangxiu's expressions suddenly changed and they stood up subconsciously.

They only felt their eyebrows moving violently, and their souls almost jumped out, as if they were experiencing great terror.

Rumble…

At this moment, Zhang Fan's soul formed seals with his hands, and a gray airflow was actually drawn out from Meng Qiwu's soul, like the drifting incense, vast and mighty.

The gray airflow had just left Meng Qiwu's spiritual platform, came into contact with reality, and fell into the mortal world, where it turned into a strange worm, twisting and wriggling.

"This is……"

Meng Qiwu's expression suddenly changed, and his eyes were filled with deep shock.

She didn't know when this thing had entered her soul. The worm in front of her was extremely strange, neither real nor fake. It seemed to have come from the void, or to have fallen into the human world. Even with her soul, it was difficult to tell its reality.

“Three Corpse Gods!?” Zhang Fan’s eyes jumped and his expression became even uglier.

hum...

The next moment, three layers of mysterious light flickered behind him, and a strange figure actually imprisoned the worm. The soul suddenly opened its mouth and swallowed it alive.

Such an incredible scene made Meng Qiwu and Ge Shuangxiu's eyelids twitch.

Rumble…

Zhang Fan's soul shook violently, showing an extremely terrifying frequency. The mysterious light around him became particle-ized. Then, layers of black air currents were formed, dissipating into the void and becoming invisible.

call……

At this moment, Zhang Fan's soul returned to his body. He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with solemnity.

"No wonder...it turns out that the Three Corpse Gods and Yu Xuanji are mixed up with each other. You are looking for death!" Zhang Fan gritted his teeth and shouted coldly in his heart.

"Zhang Fan, what was that just now?" Meng Qiwu's voice brought Zhang Fan back to her senses. Thinking of the strange insect just now, she felt frightened.

The soul is the foundation of spiritual practice. Something else had entered her soul, and she herself didn't even know it. No matter what that bug was, it was too scary.

It's like a stranger has entered your own home and you don't even know it. It's late at night and the scalp is tingling.

"That is fate. In less than half a year, your spirit will be sucked dry and you will die without any illness."

Zhang Fan's words instantly made Meng Qiwu break out in a cold sweat, and Ge Shuangxiu next to him had an even strange look on his face.

He had never heard of such means.

"Yu Xuanji... this is not the Taoism of Sanqing Mountain..." Meng Qiwu said with gritted teeth.

"This is certainly not the Taoism of Sanqing Mountain." Zhang Fan stood up.

At this moment, he finally began to understand how terrifying the Three Corpse Gods were. Keeping this thing would cause endless trouble.

"She is in the Yunshen Hall, right? Take me there."

"it is good!"

Meng Qiwu nodded. It was obvious that she also knew the interests involved and did not dare to be negligent.

……

Yunshen Club.

In the ancient reception room, a wisp of incense was floating in the air, and the tablet of Wang Zu Chongyang Zhenren was enshrined on the shrine.

"The Great Burial Sword of Zhongnan Mountain... It seems that there is no such person as you are talking about among the younger generation of disciples."

In front of the shrine, a young man had just offered incense. He had a handsome face and an elegant demeanor, and his every move showed a charm that indicated he was otherworldly.

"Wang Qingyi, I am definitely not wrong. That man must have received the true teachings of the Great Burial Sword, and he came here with Meng Qiwu."

Wang Qingshan looked at the young man in front of him and said patiently.

With his personality and cultivation, he could only restrain his previous arrogance in front of the young man in front of him, for no other reason...

Wang Qingyi is the top talent of this generation in the Wang family. He is far superior to his peers in the practice of [The Chapter of Life and Death].

At this forum, he represented the Wang family.

That's why Wang Qingshan brought the disabled Wang Qinghe to ask him for help.

"Brother, I feel so bad."

At this moment, Wang Qinghe leaned back on the sofa and groaned in pain. He had fainted seven or eight times along the way, and the decline of his soul was inevitable.

"If I don't take revenge, I won't be worthy of being called Wang." Wang Qingshan supported his brother, his eyes red. "That's not the Great Burial Sword of Mount Zhongnan."

At this moment, a soft voice came from afar. Wang Qingyi looked up and saw a woman walking in. Her temperament was very special, as if she was incompatible with this world.

"Xuan Ji..."

"Yu Xuanji!?" Wang Qingshan's eyes widened. Of course he recognized this successor of Mount Sanqing.

Yu Xuanji didn't say anything. She walked in front of Wang Qinghe, raised her jade hand lightly, and placed it on the latter's forehead.

“Xuan Ji, you said this isn’t the Great Burial Sword from Mount Zhongnan?” Wang Qingyi asked.

Yu Xuanji nodded and slowly withdrew her hand.

"This is the Dragon-Slaying Snake of the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain!"

"Slay the dragon and snake!?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Wang Qingyi couldn't help but reveal a strange look, and Wang Qingshan's eyes became slightly gloomy.

"Is that person a master from the North Zhang of Longhu Mountain?"

"I heard Meng Qiwu call him, and it seemed that his surname was Zhang." Wang Qingshan remembered.

"I didn't expect that he would come too." Yu Xuanji raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a playful smile.

"Xuan Ji, do you know him?" Wang Qingyi couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, if nothing unexpected happens, he will be here in an hour at most."

As he spoke, Yu Xuanji stood up and was about to leave.

"Are you leaving?" Wang Qingyi asked when he saw this.

"I don't want to see him yet, and now is not the time to meet him."

Yu Xuanji paused for a moment, walked to the desk, picked up a pen and paper, and bent over to write.

"Brother Wang Dao, if it is not necessary, do not confront this person head-on."

"You think highly of him, do you think I am no match for him?"

Wang Qingyi was so smart that he immediately understood the hidden meaning behind Yu Xuanji's words.

"He is the one who should be robbed." Yu Xuanji said calmly.

"What do you mean?"

"Those who are destined to face calamity must have great luck, extraordinary means, and a heart of thunder..." Yu Xuanji said lightly.

"Unless you can kill a person like this with one strike, there will be endless troubles."

“Brother Wang Dao, you have extraordinary talent and have already understood the true meaning of Wang Zu. However, if you want to suppress this person, you must enter the Tomb of the Living Dead and cultivate the [Chapter of Life and Death] to perfection…”

After these words were spoken, Wang Qingyi remained expressionless, but the light in his eyes remained the same.

He knows that there is always someone better than you, however, in today's world, his talent is also outstanding. Even if there are people who are stronger than him, they are only stronger to a limited extent. This gap can be made up or even surpassed.

If he did not have such confidence, he would be unworthy of being the descendant of Master Chongyang and a descendant of the Wang family.

"Xuanji, you are exaggerating. Are there any people like this among your peers in the world today?"

“Who does he think he is? The Three Corpses Taoist from back then!?” Wang Qingyi said indifferently.

Yu Xuanji remained silent, walked up to Wang Qingyi and handed over the paper in her hand.

"If you see him, help me hand it over to him."

Yu Xuanji smiled faintly, turned and left.

……

603 National Highway.

A white car sped past, and Meng Qiwu stepped on the accelerator, speeding up to almost the limit.

"Don't worry, the person must still be there."

Meng Qiwu held the steering wheel and glanced at Zhang Fan out of the corner of his eye.

She could see that Zhang Fan was able to put Qin Ergou's matter aside for the time being, which showed that Yu Xuanji was more important.

"Why did you come to Chang'an this time?" Meng Qiwu changed the subject.

"Tomb of the Living Dead!" Zhang Fan went straight to the point.

Lou Hechuan's speculation directly points to the Tomb of the Living Dead. If Li Yishan is safe and sound, and he wants to survive the tribulation and cultivate [甲生癸死], the most likely hiding place is the Tomb of the Living Dead.

He and Jiang Yunxian would come to Chang'an almost every two years.

Moreover, it was in the Tomb of the Living Dead that Master Chongyang understood the principle of birth and death and created the Chapter of Life and Death, which eventually led to his great enlightenment.

That place is almost a holy place for practitioners of [Jia is born, Gui is dead].

"Tomb of the Living Dead!?" Meng Qiwu frowned and shook his head.

"That was the place where Master Chongyang practiced in the past. No one knows where that place is except the people of the Wang family."

"It's the Wang family again." Zhang Fan leaned back in his seat with his eyes slightly closed.

"I really have a connection with their family."

call……

At this moment, a black car came from the opposite direction and passed by the white car, and the wind it created swirled on the quiet road.

"Zhang Sheng, drive carefully, what are you looking at?"

Inside the black car, Chu Qingqian sat in the passenger seat, looking at Zhang Sheng who turned his head back and protested repeatedly.

"I seem to see my brother." Zhang Sheng murmured softly.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Isn't your brother still struggling in the middle of the night?" Chu Qingqian said in a serious tone.

"Yes, he is still going through the tribulation, and my tribulation is coming soon." Zhang Sheng murmured softly.

When Chu Qingqian heard this, a hint of worry and pity flashed in her eyes.

"Where does that thousand-year-old monster live? We've been driving for more than three hours." Chu Qingqian changed the subject.

"We're almost there. We'll be there after we climb over the mountain ahead."

"You said that two mountains ago."

Half an hour later, the black car finally drove off the national highway and stopped at the entrance of a village along a small road.

“Is this the place?!”

"Hidden Immortal Village... should be here."

Zhang Sheng, carrying his bag, looked at the large characters remaining on the collapsed stone tablet at the entrance of the village and finally confirmed it.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Sheng looked at the address on his phone and walked into the village.

It is very quiet here, with almost no one to be seen. Occasionally, when passing by a courtyard, you would see old men and women leaning against the millstone basking in the sun.

Time seems to have stood still here.

After a while, Zhang Sheng brought Chu Qingqian to a small courtyard.

This small courtyard is located in the corner of the village and its style is quite depressing. The small door surrounded by bamboo opens with a push. The wind blows the willow leaves, which look like rolling green waves.

"That thousand-year-old monster lives here?" Chu Qingqian couldn't help but ask.

"Is anyone there?" Zhang Sheng shouted.

At this moment, in the yard, under the willow tree, a figure stood and looked over sideways.

(End of this chapter)