As soon as these words came out, this floating fairy island with only a few weeds suddenly fell into silence. Nearly a hundred Netherworld monks with different levels of strength fell into it one after another.
into silence.
Because the skills practiced are very different from those in the ordinary Immortal Sect, and because you have to practice various Netherworld spells and supernatural powers, as a Netherworld disciple, you will inevitably have to deal with many Netherworld ghosts.
It's just that this so-called deal involves using human beings to forcefully drive and enslave ghosts. Of course, there are some monks who drive ghosts with a relatively peaceful attitude, but the basic model is still that humans are the masters and ghosts are slaves.
Although many inheritances in the Netherworld Taoism look sinister and evil, and they are like monsters and monsters flying in the sky and running rampant when fighting with others, their essence is one of the highest methods of the Immortal Taoism, which directly points to immortality.
Therefore, even if they are just new disciples, they are aware of the highest pursuit and goal of their sect. Even if they are not clear about it, they still understand something about it.
And the underworld they had just escaped from looked so similar to the underworld that the sect wanted to open up with all its efforts and accumulation.
If so, the question arises. Since that Netherland land was opened up by the immortals of Netherworld Dao, why do their disciples still fall into it and suffer the danger of their lives?
Isn't this some kind of trial? They all witnessed the tragic death of their fellow disciples.
No sect would tolerate the existence of a trial with such a high proportion of casualties. Even the devil would not act so recklessly. The sect's power needs a steady flow of new blood. Unless the resources are extremely scarce, otherwise the brain will be exhausted.
Cultivate genius with the method of cultivating gu.
"Does anyone know?"
A disciple of Yunling Realm spoke weakly, breaking the silence that had lasted for an unknown length of time.
"Our cultivation is so shallow, so it's better not to make random suspicions here. If you really want to know the truth, we might as well ask for advice from the Taishangdao Senior Brother who saved us here!"
Someone said, not wanting to let suspicion grow, otherwise, who knows what will happen.
"It's really ridiculous. As Netherworld disciples, we don't know anything about what's happening in our sect, yet we have to ask a senior brother from the Supreme Dao for advice!"
Some people couldn't help but laugh out loud, but they were laughing at themselves.
"So what about Taishangdao? Our cultivation is shallow, so many of us combined may not be enough for Taishangdao senior brother to fight with one hand. How can we know the secrets of the sect?"
"But when that senior brother sent us in just now, he asked us to ask you for advice!"
Among the Taoist monks who came in last, the male monk said weakly.
"..."
"I do not know anything!"
"me too!"
The most powerful monks in the Yuan Dan Realm looked at each other and had a tacit understanding. Then they closed their eyes directly, entered a state of breath concentration, and began to meditate and circulate Qi again.
Seeing these strongest monks acting like this, the other monks stopped talking about the matter.
Because they are not familiar with each other, after all, the Netherworld Dao is not the Supreme Dao, and there are only a few disciples. The number of disciples in their sect, even under the Dongxuan Realm, exceeds tens of thousands.
It is really unwise to express one's inner thoughts when they are not familiar with each other. To criticize the sect is not a light crime.
When the situation is still unclear, of course these disciples with weak cultivation abilities just take things as they come. Judging from the current situation, it is a blessing that they can save their lives. How can they expect more?
Most of the monks who were lucky enough to be rescued by Feng Bingwen began to meditate, but there were also a small number of monks who were not injured and had basically retained their magic weapons and the like, but they couldn't help but poke their heads around.
They had just heard that this place was actually a blessed place. Although the spiritual energy was unexpectedly barren, it had nothing to do with the blessed place in their impression and understanding.
But a senior brother has already given an explanation. This is because the founder of the blessed land has died, and for a long period of time, there has been no immortal to take care of it, and the spiritual energy has continued to escape.
When it was on the verge of collapse, it was unexpectedly taken over by the Taishangdao senior brother, which led to the current situation. It was obviously a blessed place, but the spiritual energy in it was not even as good as the ordinary places outside.
For these Netherworld monks, of course they will not be picky about this environment. There are no Netherworld ghosts that can take their lives at any time. They can meditate, practice and recuperate in peace, but the efficiency is slower.
So now these monks who were not injured were a little bit ready to make a move.
If there are no accidents, most of them can only hear the name of the blessed land, and only a few have the opportunity to enter the blessed land for a period of time. As for cultivating the earthly immortal fruit status, opening up the blessed land, etc., well, they may not have it.
One person can achieve this achievement.
But at this moment, they are in a blessed place. It is not necessary to recuperate, nor is it necessary to meditate. The efficiency of practicing here is not as good as the outside world. It is better to do something more meaningful.
"Senior Brother Taishangdao, it shouldn't have been long before he obtained this blessed land, right?"
A round-faced female monk with a delicate face looked at the barren rocky ground under her feet, and then looked at the several suspended fairy roads not far away, slowly moving at a relative distance, floating past, and couldn't help but sigh.
If it hadn't been for a senior brother in the Yuan Dan realm to finish this, most of the monks would not have thought that this place was a blessed place. It was too far off.
"It should be that this senior brother seems to have never taken good care of the blessed land."
Several monks nearby couldn't help but echoed that although they practice Netherworld Taoism, they are still flesh and blood creatures, and naturally they like an environment with more vitality.
"We don't know if we can do anything to help this senior brother?"
There was another young monk with a look of eagerness in his eyes.
When I think that this small world in front of me is actually left behind by a deceased Earth Immortal, it is difficult for any monk to be able to calm down.
Although I know that the Taishangdao senior brother has already refined and controlled this blessed land, but if the fallen earth immortal left any secret inheritance in this blessed land, and the Taishangdao senior brother
And I happened to not find it...
Although it is nonsense, no monk with brains would have such an idea, but what if? Many things in the world are inherently illogical, and what if they happen to be lucky enough to pick up the inheritance of the Earth Immortal?
Even if they are not hereditary, it would be nice to be able to look around and gain insights in the blessed land. This will be of great benefit to their future practice, rather than staying on a deserted fairy island to meditate.
"What can you do? Can you transform this place into another ghostland? Save it, meditate honestly, and don't cause trouble to that Taishangdao senior brother. Senior brother is kind-hearted and willing to take me in.
We should be grateful instead of being ignorant!"
A Yuandan realm monk who was meditating opened his eyes and looked at the group of monks who were eager to explore the blessed land. He even directly released the pressure of himself as a great monk, intimidating their bodies to become stiff and difficult to control.
move.
"Senior brother, we are not ungrateful, nor do we have any intention of causing trouble to Senior Brother Taishangdao. Please be clear to us!"
A monk whose face turned pale under the intimidation of the big monk quickly explained in a stern voice.
"Don't move around. Since the senior brother from Taishangdao has placed us here, don't leave. If anyone dares to leave the island, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!"
Another Danjie monk also opened his eyes and spoke in a serious tone. There was even a demon-subduing pestle with a shining black luster in his hand, but there was no trace of Buddha's light in it. Instead, it was contaminated with evil aura.
"yes!"
This group of somewhat whimsical little monks made promises one after another and did not dare to have any more delusions. Two big monks had already spoken, and even if they had other ideas, they could only press the button.
"Senior brother, it should be okay for us to stand here and look into the distance, right?"
A female cultivator had the courage to ask, but the Yuandan cultivators closed their eyes again, and no one answered them. Only after a long time did they say another sentence.
"You have eyes on your body. You can look at them if you want. How can you dig out your eyeballs?"
After hearing this question, these monks relaxed and used their magic powers to enhance their eyesight and overlook this vast but unique blessed land.
Although this blessed land is relatively poor in spiritual energy compared to the outside world, it does not lack vitality. However, the floating island where their group of Netherworld Dao monks are located happens to be a place where no grass grows. The bare land on it is because it has been plowed.
It's the same size as three feet, so move all the grass-planted buildings above it.
"Look, there is a purple mountain in the northwest. What are those monsters? I have never seen them before!"
Not long after, a monk exclaimed. He saw creatures he had never seen before. The moving monsters and their birth methods were completely beyond his knowledge and understanding, and he was amazed.
"Look at me, there is a sea of blood with the shadow of Kunpeng on it. Is that the blood that Kunpeng spilled here?"
"Down below, look below, there are actually human beings there? Hiss, this Supreme Master, senior brother is so brave!"
"Where are the humans?"
"You didn't see it wrong, did you?"
As soon as they heard about the human race, the monks who had seen so many strange things were suddenly startled and swarmed to look in the direction pointed by the monk who discovered the human race.
"There are really human beings!"
"Isn't this possible? How could that senior brother keep humans in captivity?"
"Could it be a similar humanoid group?"
"When you put it that way, it really sounds like it."
Several monks were talking about it, and the original Yuandan monks were also alarmed at this moment. They walked to the edge of the floating island, their eyes shone with strange light, and they looked down, with extremely strange looks on their faces.
Since the rise of the human race, the sages of the human race have set many rules. Except for the human race immortals who have cultivated the path of immortality, achieved the status of heavenly immortals and earthly immortals, and opened the cave heaven and blessed land, they are not allowed to move the spiritual mountains and beautiful waters on the Nine Continents. There is also an iron rule, that is, ordinary humans are not allowed to be moved.
Enter the blessed land.
"That's not my Jiuzhou human race!"
I don’t know how long I waited and watched, but finally a Yuandan realm monk spoke in a positive tone.
"Yes, this is not my Jiuzhou human race!"
"It's just a resemblance!"
Several Yuandan monks agreed and made conclusions about the origin of the human settlement directly below.
After hearing the conclusions of these big monks, the young monks did not dare to say any more. They turned their attention to other places and began to discuss, followed by voices of surprise and admiration.
"Little Feng, hey, you're lucky, you saved a group of smart people who know how to repay their kindness!"
Outside, Feng Bingwen, who was still trying hard to pursue the Netherworld monk, heard the words of Yuxu Immortal Cauldron.
"If you are really stupid, you are not qualified to worship the Netherworld."
Feng Bingwen responded lightly, he naturally knew everything that happened in his blessed land.
He could even mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to turn into a storm with a single thought, crushing this group of Netherworld monks into flesh and bone.
Of course, this was not the reason why he openly placed these monks on the floating island without any cover-up. The main reason was that he had a clear conscience.
He has never kept human beings in captivity, and he has never violated the laws established by the sages!
As for the group of people who look similar to the human race at first glance, they are just survivors from the other side of the world. They have no relationship with the Kyushu human race in this world, at least not in terms of blood. As for whether there is a deeper connection, Feng Bingwen doesn’t know.
Well, anyway, he didn't break the law.
"That's true!"
"Tell me, when will your master be able to kill me?"
As the act of rescuing the Netherworld monks was repeated over and over again, the initial sense of achievement and satisfaction gradually decreased. Even the increase in good deeds made Feng Bingwen extremely calm and calm, because he was used to it.
"How do I know this? I am just a meat-cooking cauldron commanded by the master. How can I know? Can your meat-cooking cauldron know your whereabouts?"
As if he could faintly feel Feng Bingwen's anxiety, Yuxu Immortal Cauldron had a strange yin and yang aura.
"If my cooking cauldron can produce spiritual intelligence, it would not be surprising if it could know my whereabouts. So, you are just a piece of trash to your master?"
"Nonsense!"
When Yuxu Immortal Cauldron heard Feng Bingwen's words, he became furious and cursed loudly.
If he fell into the hands of an ordinary monk, it would be like finding a treasure. Even an immortal would wish to enshrine him as an ancestor.
However, following Chunyang Taoist Master, he was of no use at all. He could even use it as a cauldron for cooking meat, but the Taoist Master had long since disdained to satisfy his appetite.
"So, when can the Taoist master come?"
"It's been here a long time ago, it's just that your boy is too weak to feel it!"