Temple of Madness

Chapter 239 Mount Emei (610 added for video-HW boss)

Chapter 238 Mount Emei (adding 6/10 for the video-HW boss)

However, he knew that there was a truly peerless fierce god sealed inside!

At this time, Zhang Yang had a bold guess. Since there is a stone statue of Monkey King in this spiritual eye, will there be such a fierce god sealed in all five spiritual eyes in Shenzhou?

Of course, this kind of guessing is just arbitrariness, he doesn't know the specifics, and everything is still for him to study.

Looking at the stick in his hand, there are countless mysterious lines on it, the overall color is turquoise, and there is a dragon in the center, which looks extremely domineering.

"This...doesn't seem to be Dinghaishenzhen?" Zhang Yang was puzzled, and swung the stick in his hand vigorously.

Boom!

In an instant, the stick wind blasted the two surrounding hills, Zhang Yang was taken aback, and secretly said: "My dear, isn't this too violent?"

Just the wind of the stick is so powerful, so if he succeeds in practicing the stick technique in "Eight Nine Xuan Gong", how terrifying would it be to go down with the stick?
Thinking of Zhang Yang's excitement, the blood-transforming sword is indeed a bit tasteless to him at present, because the biggest function of the blood-transforming sword is to absorb his blood and then emit a powerful sword energy.

But now Zhang Yang doesn't have a suitable sword technique, and generally speaking, he doesn't want to use the Blood Transforming Sword. Perhaps because he hasn't been recognized by it, he always feels that there is a slight gap between the Blood Transforming Sword and him.

"Then call you Tenglong." Zhang Yang gave the stick in his hand a name.

As if responding to Zhang Yang, there was a faint ray of light on the Tenglong, which was very weak, but Zhang Yang caught it.

"It seems that you like it quite a bit." Zhang Yang touched the body of the stick above, and then his heart moved, he bit his finger, and a drop of blood dripped on the stick.

The next moment, the blood was actually absorbed by the stick, and Zhang Yang also had a vague connection with Tenglong afterwards.

"This should be the so-called acknowledgment of the Lord." Zhang Yang nodded in satisfaction. Under his call, Tenglong shrank sharply and burrowed into his ear.

"Huh?" Feeling itchy in his ears, Zhang Yang dug his ears and could feel the existence of Tenglong.

With a thought again, Tenglong flew out of his ears. Repeated this several times, Zhang Yang had a great time playing.

"Since the matter of Lingyan has been resolved, there will be people from the army to take care of it soon." Zhang Yang and Nangongying have solved the culprit of Lingyan. clean.

And the spiritual eye is no longer erupting, so the birth of the beast will not be as terrifying as before. By then, a base will be built here like the southwest region.

With the protection of human beings, Zhang Yang naturally doesn't have to worry about whether other people will covet it.

"Let's go to Mount Emei and have a look." Zhang Yang thought of the information Nangong Ying had given him. It seemed that her patriarch had some information to give him. It just so happened that there was nothing to do right now, so it would be no harm to go and have a look.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yang immediately galloped towards Mount Emei...

Mount Emei is located in the city of Mount Emei in the capital province of Southwest China.

Speaking of which, it was quite close to Rongcheng, and Zhang Yang even wondered for a while whether this Nangongying followed him from Rongcheng to Shendu.

At the foot of Mount Emei, there are misty clouds and mist above the peak. There are a lot of tourists gathered here. It is autumn at this time, which is a good season for sightseeing.

And Zhang Yang was a little confused at the moment, since there are so many people playing here, wouldn't that disturb the purity of those Emei old ladies?
Just when he was wondering, a kind-faced woman came not far away, she walked straight to Zhang Yang, then bowed slightly, and said softly: "Your Excellency is Zhang Yang, young man Zhang?"

"That's right, I am, may I ask who you are?" Zhang Yang asked suspiciously.

"I'm from the Reception Hall of Mount Emei, just call me Luo An." Luo An said, her voice was very soft, which made people feel very comfortable, as if she was standing on the ground without weight.

"Hello." Zhang Yang smiled.

"The Patriarch knew Zhang Shaoxia was coming a long time ago, so he specially sent me here to wait, please come with me." Luo An stretched out his hand and begged.

"Okay." Zhang Yang also wanted to know if they were just like ordinary people, mingling in the world.

Luo An led Zhang Yang towards the stairs on the mountain. As he walked, Zhang Yang was shocked to find that there was no one around, and there was a lot of fog gathered beside him, like a fairyland on earth.

"This..." Zhang Yang quickly opened the heart of the formation, and saw a blue light shooting out of his eyes, and he had a panoramic view of the entire Mount Emei.

With Mount Emei as the center, there are countless patterns scattered around, slowly rotating around it.

"Formation!" Zhang Yang exclaimed.

"Your Excellency must have noticed that Emei was closed 300 years ago, no outsiders are allowed to enter, and what the young hero sees outside is nothing but fantasy." Luo An explained.

Zhang Yang was extremely surprised that he was able to achieve such a fantasy and simulate it perfectly. Who is their ancestor of Mount Emei?

At the same time, she is proficient in the way of formation and deduction. Her strength has been perfected to arouse Zhang Yang's curiosity. He really wants to see this person's true face.

The total altitude of Mount Emei is 99 meters. The speed of the two is not fast. The scenery along the way really feasts Zhang Yang's eyes. For him, this is a real holy place on earth.

After arriving at the top, Zhang Yang saw many Mount Emei disciples sitting at the gate and studying scriptures. Judging from their ages, they ranged from big to small, and the youngest seemed to be only five years old.

"What's going on?" Zhang Yang asked, if I remember correctly, the disciples of Mount Emei should not be able to marry and have children.

"Mount Emei has always absorbed fresh blood. We have disciples who specialize in walking in the mundane world. They will bring back as long as they see good seedlings. These little girls have a miserable life experience." Luo An shook his head and sighed.

Wouldn't it be a good thing for them if they could become an ordinary person and live an ordinary life like this?

Coming to this place to become a monk and becoming a part of Mount Emei may be regarded as the best belonging.

These people stared at Zhang Yang with big curious eyes. They hadn't seen outsiders for a long time, and Zhang Yang's unfamiliar male face made them extremely curious.

"Focus." The middle-aged woman who was meditating at the front said lightly. Judging from her breath, she found that she was not much different from Nangong Ying.

"Are these special teachers?" Zhang Yang asked.

"That's right, reading the scriptures is what they have to do every day. The young man must be wondering why these people don't have cultivation?" Luo An asked.

Zhang Yang nodded.

(End of this chapter)