Mo Kongkong cursed in his heart, turned around, and tried to sneak around the middle-aged Confucian scholar.
Just when he was about to pass by the Confucian scholar, all kinds of illusions suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and the brilliance flickered and was dazzling.
When he came to his senses, he was already firmly grasped by the middle-aged Confucian scholar's shoulders.
"You who have killed a thousand swords, where did this soul cultivator come from?" Mo Kongkong cursed angrily, his face full of unwillingness and anger.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar didn't seem to hear his scolding. He lowered his head and looked at Mo Kongkong with a look of curiosity in his eyes: "Are you Mo Kongkong, who claims to be a god without a trace? A man of great Dharma skills, you actually committed the crime of stealing people's treasures.
What did you steal from the Golden Sword Gate this time?"
Before Mo Kongkong could speak, Jiang Wenjian had already chased him in front of the middle-aged Confucian scholar. He took a deep breath and showed gratitude: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for helping me. This thief is so bold that he dared to steal our sect's most precious treasure. If fellow Taoist hadn't appeared in time, he would have been killed."
I'm afraid I'll let him escape again." As he said that, he bowed to the middle-aged Confucian scholar to express his gratitude.
"Ultimate treasure? But the legendary golden mace that opens the sky?" the middle-aged Confucian scholar asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.
Jiang Wenjian nodded subconsciously, but then he felt a sense of vigilance in his heart.
"Fellow Taoist, I don't know where you came from? Where do you want to go to the Tianguang Mountains?" Jiang Wenjian raised his head and looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar carefully, and asked tentatively, with a hint of alertness flashing in his eyes.
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"I'm ashamed to say that the purpose of my coming here is the same as that of Mo Kongkong." The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled slightly, with a hint of apology on his face.
Jiang Wenjian was slightly stunned when he heard the words. Before he could recover, he saw the middle-aged Confucian scholar gently raise a palm, and a bright golden light shot out from somewhere on Mo Kongkong's body, instantly turning into a short mace, stably
Safely fell into the hands of Confucian scholars.
On top of the short mace, there is a brilliant light, and with a sweep of spiritual thought, one can feel a heart-stopping spiritual pressure.
"Let me borrow a few words and say goodbye."
A look of satisfaction flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and he shook his short mace gently, and then the silver moon mark flashed between his eyebrows, and the figure disappeared like smoke, and soon disappeared.
"How dare you, thief!"
Jiang Wenjian shouted angrily, anger blazing in his chest.
With a thought in his mind, he quickly made a hand and recited a mantra, and the golden light appeared out of thin air behind him. Thousands of golden lights shot out from the Dhamma and rolled out in all directions, bombarding everything around him indiscriminately.
At this moment, Mo Kongkong could barely break free from his restraints. Suddenly he felt the golden light raging in front of his eyes. His heart froze and he quickly turned into a shadow, dashing left and right in the golden light. He spent all his strength to escape from the crazy bombing.
range.
His back was already soaked with cold sweat, and he was filled with fear.
After venting his anger, Jiang Wenjian's anger subsided slightly, but when he looked around, there was still no trace of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.
He was extremely unwilling, and his red eyes glanced around, finally locking his eyes on Mo Kongkong not far away who had not left in time.
Mo Kongkong was frightened by his ferocious look, and quickly waved his hand and explained: "Jiang... Fellow Daoist Jiang, the golden mace that opens the sky is no longer in my hands, and I don't know that person. As the saying goes, there is an owner for every injustice, and you have a debtor."
If you want to get angry, don't look for me."
"Then why are you keeping this storage ring? Do you want to see my joke?" Jiang Wenjian shouted angrily.
Looking at Jiang Wenjian's increasingly unkind gaze, Mo Kongkong took out a storage ring from his arms, threw it to Jiang Wenjian, and said quickly:
"When that person disappeared just now, this storage ring appeared in my arms. I think it was the treasure that that person used to exchange for the Open Sky Golden Mace. I never take advantage of others. Please keep your things. From now on, this matter will be related to I have no connection with you anymore, don’t look for me again.”
After saying that, Mo Kongkong was afraid of being offended, so he turned into a shadow and quickly fled away.
Jiang Wenjian caught the storage ring, and with a sweep of his mind, he discovered that there were many rare elixirs hidden in it, which were valuable.
It's just that the sect's treasure was stolen. How can these elixirs make up for it?
The resentment in his heart was hard to quell, but it was a pity that he could not find any trace of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, so he could only take this storage ring and return with hatred.
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Houtu Sect.
On the stone path of the sect's secret warehouse, the sect leader He Junchen and his junior sister walked side by side.
He Junchen suddenly stopped, turned to his junior sister solemnly, and said slowly: "Junior sister, I am about to go into seclusion. Unless the law is fulfilled, I will not leave the seclusion easily. I will entrust you with all the affairs within the sect. You must proceed with caution and listen to the opinions of several elders, but do not follow them blindly."
"Senior Brother, how sure are you of breaking through this seclusion?" Junior Sister looked at He Junchen worriedly and asked softly.
"Don't worry, junior sister, I've been preparing for this for hundreds of years. Although I can't say it's foolproof, I'm at least 60% sure. However, if there is no strong person in the sect during my retreat, something might happen. Fortunately, my father is alive. If you can refine the earth-covering mark left behind, it should be able to scare Xiao Xiao." He Junchen smiled slightly and said with relief.
While they were talking, the two of them had arrived at the door of the secret warehouse.
He Junchen raised his hand, the mysterious magic formula was flowing on his fingertips, and as a ray of light flashed, the door to the secret vault slowly opened.
However, as soon as the door was opened, a strange smell hit him.
I saw a middle-aged Confucian scholar standing in the library, holding a small earth-yellow seal, with a touch of appreciation in his eyes.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar glanced at the two of them and said in a calm but unquestionable tone: "This seal is destined for me. I will borrow it for a while and I will return it in the future."
Although He Junchen was shocked, his face remained calm.
He took a breath, took a step forward, cupped his hands and said, "Senior, if you need it, just take it."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded slightly, threw out a storage ring, and disappeared without a trace in a puff of smoke.
He Junchen kept bowing until his junior sister gently pulled his sleeves, then he slowly straightened up, took a deep breath, and a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes.
"Junior sister, do you know why I am eager to retreat and break through?"
He shook his head slightly, with a hint of sigh in his voice: "After my father passed away, our sect lost the protection of the powerful Dharma Master, and its strength is not as good as before. If I can't break through, the future of the sect will be worrying."
At this time, outside the mountain gate, the middle-aged Confucian scholar had restored his true appearance, it was Yuan Ming.
He lifted the invisibility technique, transformed into a streak of light, and galloped away into the distance.
With a slight wave of his sleeves, his original appearance returned.
The Heaven-Opening Golden Mace of the Golden Sword Sect and the Earth-covering Seal of the Houtu Sect were exactly the targets he carefully selected from the list of statues.
The former contains the true meaning of the Golden Emperor, while the latter contains the true meaning of the Earth Emperor.
As his formation cultivation reached level seven, the speed of refining the Heaven-Stealing Cauldron also increased significantly. It would only take another two or three years to refine the Heaven-Stealing Cauldron to the 100th level.
At that time, he will be able to possess the object and understand its true meaning.
Now, he has collected monks and spiritual treasures that contain the true meaning of the emperor in advance, making full preparations for future cultivation.
The rest of the time can also be spent concentrating on retreat.
…
Time flies, and sixty years fly by in the blink of an eye.
On the Zhongzhou Continent, demonic energy quietly breeds, gradually eroding every inch of land.
Many monster beasts were infected by the evil spirit and began to become demons.
These demonized beasts are inspired to be violent and violent, their combat power is doubled, their ferocity becomes more ferocious, and their path to advancement is also greatly shortened.
They are raging everywhere in Zhongzhou, attacking sects, threatening cities, and causing many living beings to live in fear.
The Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range was originally the nest of monster beasts, but now it has become a place where demonized monsters overflow. However, thanks to the protection of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, this place is more peaceful than other areas.
Whenever there is a powerful demonized monster appearing, the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance will quickly organize manpower to encircle the monster and nip the threat in the cradle.
In addition, the remnants of the Ten Thousand Monster Kingdom have also restrained themselves a lot and no longer act recklessly.
Therefore, the monks near the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains were able to live and work in peace and contentment on this land, and the Nineteenth City became increasingly prosperous and became a rich place.
In Wan Yao Ridge, a majestic stone temple rises from the ground, standing on the top of the mountain.
The lights in the temple were brightly lit, illuminating a statue of the Demon King holding a long sword. The light and shadow intertwined, creating a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.
Outside the hall, all kinds of monsters lined up in two long lines, entered the hall one by one, knelt down and prayed devoutly.
Their expressions were solemn, no different from when humans worshiped immortal gods.
As the team slowly advanced, the monsters approaching the main hall became more and more silent, as if they were intimidated by some kind of majesty.
The monsters in the middle and at the end of the queue had hesitant expressions on their faces and were whispering in twos and threes.
"I heard that a level five demonized monster appeared over at Crow Ridge a while ago and killed all the creatures within a hundred miles." A wild boar demon with turned-out lips and fangs asked in a low voice.
"I've heard about this too. My uncle escaped from Crow Ridge, and his entire family died tragically at the hands of the demonized beast. I heard from him that the demonized beast had no demonic qualities at all.
He said, he kills people when he sees them, and after killing them, he sucks the blood. The more blood he sucks, the more ferocious he becomes, the more murderous he is, and the more terrifying his power becomes. We, the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom, once sent two fifth-level great demons to go there.
Suppression, but the result was one death and one injury, alas..." A green bull demon said, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.
"Then what happened next? Which demon king took action to solve the matter?" the wild boar demon asked curiously.
"Since the death of the two demon kings, King Dianpeng and King Flame Wolf, we in the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom have not dared to send any more demon kings to take action. After all, the losses are too great and we cannot bear it." The green bull demon shook his head and said bitterly.
"That's true..." The wild boar demon sighed, "If there is no demon king to take action, we can only rely on Her Majesty the Queen."
"Her Majesty the Queen has great supernatural powers and is protected by the King of Ten Thousand Monsters. She is the only one who can protect our Ten Thousand Monster Kingdom." The Green Bull Demon followed and praised.
Like them, there are not a few demon clans who tell trivial things about the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range.
Everyone is scared, each has his own melancholy, and each has his own expectations. When these troubled times come, they are looking for their own way to survive.