The group of people made a lot of soup and went towards the ancestral land of the Heavenly Holy Land in the city of Emperor Wu.
When passing through the peerless killing array within a radius of dozens of miles, everyone felt that it was really a sky-high aura!
This road can't fly, the Firmament Holy Land has been put under martial law in the whole city, and the city is full of killing formations that can be triggered, which are all methods left by Wu Cangqiong a long time ago.
No one dared to defy the law, and honestly followed the people of the Heavenly Holy Land, and no one exceeded the prescribed travel range.
When they entered the city before, everyone felt the huge evil qi, which was enough to flush the little monk into a bad spirit.
And in the heart of the battle before this, this is the most evil atmosphere!
Except for the Supreme, no one can stay calm here, and many people have begun to experience some strange symptoms.
"Ah......h A Shenzang monk's eyes suddenly turned blood-red, and the evil qi penetrated into his sea of consciousness, disturbing his mind.
Coupled with this person, it doesn't seem that he is a person with a firm mind, and he is immediately controlled by the most evil and violent side of his heart!
Poof- A little monk beside him, defenseless, was caught in his hands and torn in half!
Then he moved away from the team and flew towards the evil aura in the sky, and after less than three breaths, he fell straight down, his blood-colored eyes widened, and his eyebrows were cut open by a sword qi, and the spiritual platform was destroyed!
"What's going on, what's going on again!"
A god was affected, and suddenly everyone in the audience was in danger, and the little monks trembled with fear.
However, the Lotus Salvation Bodhisattva of Leiyin Temple shook his head and said helplessly: "That donor is too arrogant, he actually tried to absorb and refine the bloody qi of this place, but he overestimated himself. ” When everyone heard this, they reacted, and it turned out that he was a dead man again!
Dianfeng felt a chill down his spine, to be honest, he had this kind of thought before!
The energy consumed in practicing the secret technique of the "Stone Emperor Sutra" is blood qi.
And the blood qi floating here is almost condensed into substance, and Dian Feng has also thought about whether to absorb the refining for his own use.
But there are a lot of people here, and Dian Feng doesn't want to expose too many hole cards, so he just puts that idea away for the time being.
However, now, Dianfeng felt a hint of coolness, if it weren't for this dead monk, Dianfeng would probably have been affected by this rich bloody aura!
In this evil aura, there is blood, resentment, and murderous aura, and it contains all kinds of emotions of millions of monks before they die, despair, dare, remorse, and anger......
Unless a soul cultivator with a mind as firm as steel, he is afraid that he will be self-inflicted if he is contaminated with this.
Even the Venerable Bodhi and the little monk Pudu in the Bodhi Holy Land didn't try to refine, and Dian Feng felt a little lucky.
Although the vast majority of the dead monks were not Dian Feng's opponents, these negative energies were entangled in a mixed manner, and the large amount led to qualitative changes, and Dian Feng did not dare to fight its idea.
"Alas!"
Wu Tong glanced at the corpse of the Shenzang monk, and offered a formation card to hang above his head, he walked out of the group, took the corpse in his hand, and handed it to the holy place where the deceased was.
"Thank you, Martial Saint Lord!"
The person who put away the corpse saluted Wu Tong in a sad manner, it was a female cultivator, and it seemed that the two had a good relationship.
Many people sighed and felt sorry, but there was some schadenfreude in their hearts.
The death of that god is both sympathetic and difficult to sympathize.
To put it bluntly, in fact, it is not the idea of being greedy and trying to fight the evil spirit of this million people, but also a self-inflicted death.
Under the leadership of Wu Tong, the large team walked directly into the ancestral hall of the Firmament Holy Land, everyone couldn't wait, no one wanted to have a meal here and then enter the land of sealing demons.
Wu Tong was also happy to do so, and he also saved a lot, after all, there were too many people coming, and it would be a lot of expenses if they were invited. …… The Firmament Sanctuary has fallen.
The group came to the Firmament Holy Land, and when they walked outside the ancestral hall, Dian Feng felt the weakness here.
That is popularity, Dian Feng only looked up, and the popularity condensed over this Firmament Ancestral Land, he knew that the people of the Firmament Holy Land were not prosperous today.
This is also a helpless thing, the Firmament Holy Land is even older than the Thunder Pool Holy Land, and it is a miracle that it can be preserved until now!
There will always be times when children and grandchildren are not filial, and they cannot inherit the success of their ancestors, after all, the formation of Wu Cangqiong is really too difficult to learn, which requires talent and hard study.
It is already difficult to cultivate the formation, not to mention that the martial firmament is still a formation and martial arts, and if you want to succeed in both cultivation, the difficulty is not as simple as one plus one.
Of course, as long as you cultivate one of the two realms, it is enough to be proud of the world, but even then it is very difficult.
It may be that the previous generations of descendants of Wu Cangqiong, relying on the power of the ancestor's bloodline, can easily learn his inheritance, but as time goes by, the power of the bloodline becomes weaker and weaker, and it is difficult to have outstanding talented monks.
Martial arts is a good one, but unfortunately, he also died at the hands of Vajramen.
And in the Firmament Holy Land, the foundation is not very strong, and even now the six major Holy Lands, any of the foundations are stronger than the Firmament Holy Land.
Therefore, the Great Han Dynasty dared to attack the firmament, but no one expected that the martial firmament would always be the martial firmament, and the backhand left behind was enough for the descendants to protect themselves.
"Arrived, the side hall in front of me is the ancestral hall of my firmament, which enshrines the ancestors and predecessors......"
Wu Tong stopped outside the door of the ancestral hall, and everyone behind him also stopped.
Ten zhang in front of the procession, there was an inconspicuous small hall, one story high, but it was cleaned cleanly, and a strong smell of incense and candles came from inside.
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Everyone knows that this should be the ancestral hall of the firmament, which enshrines the ancestors of the firmament, so they often light incense and candles so that people can smell it from afar.
"Martial Saint Lord, are you going to take us to visit the ancestral hall of the firmament?"
A supreme asked with a chuckle.
Wu Tong shook his head and smiled as a matter of course: "Naturally not, but unfortunately, the yellow clay platform we found is in this ancestral hall, and it should be the teleportation array platform that teleported into the land of sealing demons." ” Yellow clay platform?
Dian Feng pondered, and a surprised color flashed in his eyes, but it quickly relented.
Bang – As he spoke, Wu Tong raised his sleeves, and a breeze blew out, opening the door of the ancestral hall, and everyone took advantage of the situation to pick up the layers of immortal tablets placed directly opposite the door.
At the very top, there is only one name - Wu Cangqiong.
In the second row, there are three names, which should be Wu Cangqiong's three sons.
Third Row......
The tablets are all over the ancestral hall, but in the main hall of this ancestral hall, it is full of these things.
However, the yellow clay platform is not in the main hall of this ancestral hall, Wutong walked into the ancestral hall first, knelt on a futon on the ground, saluted and kowtowed to the ancestors: "Don't Xiao descendants Wutong, today bring all Taoist friends to disturb the ancestors, I hope the ancestors will not blame ......"
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