Chapter 123: Destroyed Taoist Temple
Chapter 123: Destroyed Taoist Temple
The White Emperor put down his fishing rod.
On the large coffee table next to him, there were not only tea sets, but also a dark black square plate.
This square plate looks like a chessboard, but there are no vertical or horizontal lines on it. Instead, there are countless scenes.
There are mountains, water, cities, lakes... Compared with reality, the scenery on the black square plate is countless times smaller. However, when one's eyes fall on it, it feels no different from reality, and there is nothing unusual at all.
The White Emperor did not look at the dark square plate.
He took out tea leaves, brewed a pot of tea for himself and poured it into the cup. Looking at the strong tea that looked like medicine in color, he thought to himself that his life was really hard. When could he relax a little?
Thinking of this, he drank the strong black tea without changing his expression, and his eyes fell on the surface of Jinghai again.
The place became increasingly restless.
It is no longer a ripple, but a whirlpool.
At this moment, the White Emperor suddenly uttered a sigh.
He frowned and turned to look at the dark square plate.
There was a thin layer of mist hanging over it.
It came from nowhere, making his vision no longer real.
Why is this?
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Deep in Yunmeng.
When the water surface was no longer still, like the water in an iron kettle being boiled, the strange land remaining on the water surface did not fall apart.
An unimaginable aura enveloped everything within.
The hundreds of ships of different sizes suddenly became closer together, and then continued to collapse inward, squeezing each other until they were twisted and deformed.
Even the afterglow of the lights on the ship was obviously distorted.
Under the cover of that terrifying aura, even light could not escape its restraint, let alone the panicked screams of the practitioners within it.
Some practitioners tried to control the sword to break free, but at the moment when the sword was raised, they found that the flying sword was out of their control and disconnected from their mind, and they were seriously injured on the spot.
The same goes for flying swords, not to mention escape techniques, which there is no way to perform them at all.
Powerful men of the time, such as the head of the Wan family, either had a blank expression or a solemn look on their faces, watching this scene and sensing the magnificent aura, with no intention of taking action to save anyone.
Even if all these practitioners were turned into minced meat, mixed with wooden boards and iron nails, and turned into a rain of iron and blood that fell on the spot, they would not frown.
So the next moment they looked stunned and frowned.
Because the collapse process suddenly stopped.
The unimaginable aura of horror disappeared.
Everything seems like an illusion.
Then, those ordinary practitioners who realized that the situation had taken a turn for the better came to their senses. They no longer dared to stay for even a moment, and tried their best to rush out.
Even if the final result is death, leaving yourself an intact body is always better than combining with others to become a pile of flesh and blood, and being buried at the bottom of the abyss that will never see the light of day.
After the sword lights and Taoist magic flew up and left the land at the fastest speed, people looked back with lingering fear and saw a stunning scene that stunned them.
This scene is also what the powerful people who came from all directions saw.
It was a sword light.
The sword light rose from the depths of darkness, and it was unknown where it was heading. It was as stunning as flying blood and as flawless as the morning light.
Everyone who witnessed it with their own eyes or came into contact with the knife light through their spiritual sense, at that moment, subconsciously thought that the knife light was coming towards them, and they were terrified both physically and mentally.
And in the next moment, people will find that the sword light is not directed at themselves, but at this world.
Up to the sky, down to the deep springs.
Lightning appeared out of nowhere, as if it was the result of space being violently torn apart, and formed an extremely violent turbulence with the sudden strong wind.
In this horrific turbulence, the hundreds of ships could not hold out for even a moment and were directly shattered into countless pieces of wood.
If there are still practitioners left there at this time, I think they would have died without a burial place and their bodies would not be intact.
At this moment, how could the powerful people hiding in the surroundings not recognize who this flawless sword light came from?
In a very short period of time, questions kept coming to their minds.
Why did Pei Jinge come so quickly?
How could this knife be so powerful?
Who on earth asked her to strike with this sword?
Could it be that what the Demon Lord left behind was not an inheritance, but a trap?
Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, bringing with them uneasiness, anxiety, doubt and retreat, but in the end no one turned around and left.
After a while, the knife light faded.
It was like a ray of light that penetrated between heaven and earth, trembling like a candle flame in the wind, or like a silk thread that was about to be burned out by flames.
The depths of Yunmeng are about to fall into darkness again.
The original breath appeared again.
The difference from before was that it seemed as if the veil had been shattered by that flawless knife, and it was no longer unimaginable and unfathomable.
It was a gentle breath as peaceful and vast as the ocean.
Without any thought, everyone could determine who this breath came from.
Just at this moment, just before everyone was about to start grabbing the treasure, a lonely moon suddenly appeared in the darkness.
The solitary moon was dim and lifeless, like a bronze mirror with peeling paint, giving people a very bad feeling.
Endless dark clouds have already covered the sky, so why is there a moon?
Everyone's expressions changed again. The word "solemn" could no longer accurately describe it because the facts were too absurd.
The strong people who were qualified or had the courage to come here, the moment they saw the lonely moon, they thought of the other chief of the Sky Patrol Department.
Considering the stunning sword light before, wouldn't it be that almost all the Sky Patrol officers came out tonight?
However, just as these people frowned and kept thinking about how to deal with it...
The lonely moon suddenly broke.
To be precise, a huge hole appeared at the very center of the moon, running through it.
Although there was no sound, people felt that they heard a thunder, and countless pieces of gravel rolled down, causing strong vibrations to the earth.
Everyone present knew that even if the head of the Sky Patrol Department could survive this time, it would be at the cost of serious injuries or even direct fall.
Just when many of them were becoming frightened and decided to turn around and leave, they found that Yunmengze had calmed down again.
The lightless water surface slowly parted outwards, like a door that was opening.
So the intention of leaving disappeared.
Everyone decided to spend a little more time with the Taoist master as a sign of respect.
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Pei Jinge and Qing Xiaoyue made two moves, each with different requests.
Just like what those ordinary practitioners who were feeling grateful at the moment thought, the flawless sword light that Pei Jinge slashed out was for the purpose of saving people.
Qingxiaoyue is much more pure.
He used all he had learned in his life to attack the Leader of the Destiny Sect with the most powerful means, attempting to force the old man to reveal his realm of aura, thereby alarming all those who should be alarmed.
However, the gap between their realms was too great, and the result of fighting desperately was that he almost lost his life.
Different from these two Sky Patrol Directors who are at a high level, Gu Zhuo and Yu Sheng are still at a low level. Even if they use all the means at their disposal, they cannot really intervene in such a battle.
The moment the inheritance left by the Taoist master appeared in the world, the two of them left with the group of ordinary practitioners.
The old man turned a blind eye to this. Now those who should leave have already left, and those who should lose have already lost.
That inheritance should come to the world.
He was floating in the air, his tattered robe fluttering in the wind, and his eyes were becoming brighter and brighter, like the sky washed by a fresh rain.
He lowered his head and looked down at Yunmeng Lake, watching the disappearing water and the gradually appearing stones, waiting for the moment when the truth would be revealed.
sometime.
The door was completely opened.
A magnificent scene came into everyone's eyes.
With the false land formed by more than a hundred ships as the origin, a circle about a thousand feet wide and about thirty feet deep suddenly appeared in Yunmengze.
There is not even a drop of water in this extremely standard circle. It is a piece of dry land shrouded in thick darkness, that is, the bottom of the lake.
As a result, the vast lake water of Yunmeng Ancient Lake continuously poured in from all directions, forming an extremely magnificent waterfall, tightly embracing this sudden gap.
After falling for dozens of feet, the water splashed into the ground, creating a loud roar and thick water mist.
The mist could not be dispersed and the vision became blurry.
Those strong men who came here for this purpose no longer hid themselves, but rode the wind to the top of the waterfall and looked down at the scenery, but they found nothing.
However, that peaceful and gentle atmosphere became more and more real.
Reality, in a sense, means closeness.
Just when those strong men were wary of each other, hesitating whether to take huge risks and go deep into the mist and darkness to find the inheritance left by the Taoist master and the world-famous morning and evening bell... the mist suddenly changed.
Everyone can see that this thick and lingering mist is the last resort left by the Taoist master, or simply put, a restriction.
For some unknown reason, the restrictions left by the Taoist master are slowly dissipating.
In no more than half an hour, the scenes will reappear on earth.
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Gu Zhuo and Yu Sheng did not go far away.
They were standing somewhere, above the lake, looking at the scene in the distance.
The autumn rain has not stopped, and the autumn wind is still blowing.
The two figures looked somewhat desolate, or even miserable.
Yu Sheng suddenly said, "Yingxu is opening the restriction. The moment the restriction is completely lifted, everyone present will take action. This is what Yingxu wants to do to conceal the truth."
Gu Zhuo said: "You shouldn't say this to me, you should say it to those people."
Yu Sheng was silent for a while and said, "It's meaningless."
After saying this, she looked up at the dark night sky and let the autumn rain wet her face.
Gu Zhuo said: "Then I'm leaving."
Yu Sheng said calmly: "Then let's go."
She thought this meant to turn around and leave.
Yes, it has come to this point, what else can be done?
Pei Jinge could not attack again in a short time, and Qing Xiaoyue was already seriously injured.
Even if all the Qin border troops arrived, they would not be able to keep the strongest person in the world who is at the Yuhua realm.
More importantly, Taoist Yingxu had obviously calculated and planned countless times for tonight and had expended countless efforts, so how could he accept failure?
Since a certain year, Yu Sheng has never felt as powerless as he does today.
So naturally she felt blocked in her heart, and then she didn't want to watch any longer, and prepared to leave with Gu Zhuo, hoping to clear her eyes.
Just then, the sound of water fell into her ears.
Yu Sheng looked in the direction of the voice and was stunned.
She saw Gu Zhuo letting himself sink to the bottom of the lake.
Then, she found that her junior fellow apprentice began to move forward step by step, walking towards the circle again and returning to the old place.
Is this also considered a way of concealing the truth?
Yu Sheng looked a little confused as he looked at the man who was walking seriously in the lake and for some reason was not affected by the rapid water. He wondered what on earth he wanted to do.
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No one noticed Gu Zhuo.
Whether it was Wan Shouyi, the head of the aristocratic family who had been waiting early, or Xian Yishu and Taoist Changyu who arrived later, as well as those powerful people from the evil sects and surrounding sects, they were all looking at each other in silence.
People's auras had already been entangled together, almost to the point where a single move would affect the entire body, so no one dared to distract their attention at such a critical moment, and their minds could only be tense.
Xian Yishu's eyes swept across the people present with a cold smile as he looked at those powerful men who used various magical weapons to conceal their origins.
Just as he was collecting his thoughts and waiting for the next battle, his expression suddenly changed.
After a moment, he suddenly shouted out, mocking and ridiculing, "I never thought that there would be so many people in my Great Qin who hide their heads and show their tails."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone subconsciously looked at him with confusion in their eyes, wondering how could you say such a stupid thing?
What's the point of this other than humiliating yourself?
The vast majority of people remained silent.
But there are always people who like to talk.
"Are you an idiot?"
The man retorted, "I came here to steal the treasure tonight. If you don't hide your head and show your tail, how can you bring your troops to destroy my mountain gate another day?"
Xian Yishu was silent for a moment, then said seriously: "If you are willing to follow the general trend, then there is no need to do this."
Someone sneered and said, "Follow the trend? Doesn't that mean you want us to be dogs for your Qin? Fight to the death, and finally bring the treasures back to the White Emperor. Then the White Emperor will reward you with a few bones to eat. After you finish eating these bones, I will lick them and reward you, right?"
Xian Yishu became furious upon hearing this and almost wanted to attack.
However, thinking about the words he had heard before and who had said them, he finally forced himself to calm down and responded to the mockery with the words he was least good at, and then was mocked again.
Suddenly, the silence was gone.
The strong men quarreled endlessly, using foul language all the time, without a single polite word.
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Gu Zhuo heard the quarrels clearly.
He also roughly guessed that this was something Yu Sheng did for him.
He walked to the waterfall, looked at the cliff that suddenly appeared in front of him, and jumped down without hesitation.
The surging water was like a ball of cotton, wrapping him up and allowing him to fall to the bottom of the misty lake.
A gaze fell on him.
From the old man.
Xian Yishu's words could divert other people's attention, but they could not distract the old man.
Gu Zhuo was very clear about this.
However, he did not worry at all, as if he had never thought about the possibility that the old man would attack him.
He continued to walk forward, faster and faster, until he passed through endless darkness.
Before long, he arrived at the very center of the lake.
There stood a dilapidated Taoist temple.
Gu Zhuo stopped in front of the door, looked at the Taoist temple in silence for a moment, then sighed and said, "It turns out to be like this."
After saying this, he ignored the restrictions that had not yet been lifted, took a step forward calmly, and stepped through the gate of the ruined Taoist temple.
(End of this chapter)