The center of the dojo was empty, except for the eight ghost kings standing quietly, as if they had not changed forever.
Tianhe is in front of a huge altar.
The Eight Immortals table is covered with black ink and white cloth talisman flags, offering human blood, ghost tears and demon bones; sandalwood is the green smoke ghost incense.
The cigarette curled up and flew to the ghost-patterned talisman in the middle.
In front of the altar, there is a large black altar with a person tall and sealed with talisman paper.
Tianhe pinched his fingers and muttered something.
Countless black smoke poured into the black altar from all directions.
After a long time, the black altar shattered with a crack, a pungent sandalwood scent lingered on the tip of his nose, and a dark arm stretched out to tear the altar apart. This was a man with black skin.
Her appearance turned out to be that of Chu Yuying.
"Meet the Demon Lord!"
Chu Yuying's voice was hoarse, and her eyes were indescribably cold and unfamiliar.
He is no longer the original Sheling, but the Tribulation-Transcending Ghost King refined by Tianhe using the Yinshan Supreme Method.
The Ghost King is similar to the Ghost Soldier and Taoist Soldier. It is also controlled by the caster and can decide life and death with a single thought.
The advantage of the Ghost King is that he can become stronger, but the disadvantage is the same as that of the Taoist soldiers. He is not smart enough and needs command to fight. Otherwise, he will easily become a sandbag when meeting smart people.
But these are minor issues.
There are eight Yuanshen ghost kings in Tianhe and one ghost king who transcends tribulations.
No matter how clever it is, it is enough. Even if it is not agile enough, countless spells will be thrown directly at it, and no matter how clever it is, it will die.
After becoming the Ghost King, Tianhe fell into deep thought.
Now his men's high-end combat power is almost gone.
"Shengwei has two mansions and seven jungles, Donghua has four mansions and six jungles..."
Tianhe murmured to himself.
The two prefectures are Wuzhoushe Prefecture and Jiuquan Hanye Prefecture.
The former is an important institution of the Taoist sect, while the latter is just a guard of the spring, and the Taoist practice has not yet reached the stage of transcending tribulation.
In other words, there are actually only two mansions in Tianhe.
The number of Dujie and Zifu on Donghua's side completely surpassed their own.
As time goes by, this gap becomes wider and wider.
If the middle prince breaks through the soul again, then his side will not have much advantage.
"Must kill!"
A trace of murderous intent flashed in Tianhe's eyes.
At this time, his subordinates came to report.
"Report! Song Lin has gone out, and the direction is exactly where Lingbao Gate is."
Tianhe suddenly stood up.
An idea suddenly came to my mind.
Now is the perfect time to kill Song Lin!
Time waits for no one, now is the time!
Thinking of this, Tianhe disappeared.
The backbone of the Donghua League is Song Lin, not Zhi Xin and Zhong Prince as I thought before.
These two people have superb cultivation, but they are indeed not the mainstay of Donghua.
Song Lin is the most dangerous one. As long as Song Lin is killed, all problems will be solved.
The East China League will naturally fall apart.
The Yinquan Palace lineage headed by the middle prince could not subdue the remaining Donghua sect members; the orthodox Donghua sect members had few experts and could not take charge of the overall situation, so those who joined later would naturally not obey orders.
When the time comes, it can be divided and broken.
The key point lies in this Song Lin.
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Lingbao Taoist Gate.
Song Lin's Sun Jade Car was extremely fast and arrived at the Lingbaomen station in less than half an hour.
Under the leadership of Yun Xiao, Song Lin passed through the nine worlds and went to the depths of Lingbao Taoist Gate.
At this time, Lingbao was stepping on the water, and the underwater goldfish were spinning around him.
There is a sense of Taoism in the movement, and the schools of fish faintly form mysterious patterns.
The Dao Meng Celestial Master is worthy of being a Dao Meng Celestial Master, and every move he makes has the Dao.
If you understand it carefully, you may be able to understand a wonderful method.
Song Lin could tell at a glance that this was some kind of ancient footwork.
Of course, what caught his attention more was the golden Xuanmen behind Master Lingbao.
Xuanmen has always been suspended in the air, and Lingbao Celestial Master will follow him wherever he goes.
From time to time, some mysterious ancient characters come out of Xuanmen.
Seeing this character, Song Lin couldn't help but compare it with his own Yunzhuan.
In terms of power, it is much stronger than my own Yunzhuan, but in essence, the Twenty-Eight Ancient Characters are actually worse than Yunzhuan.
Yunzhuan has twelve, twenty-four and thirty-six systems.
Each layer is stronger than the other.
If you practice to the end, you may be able to compete with the Twenty-Eight Ancient Characters.
In addition to Lingbao, there are also many people in this dojo who are observing Lingbao's steps and the twenty-eight ancient characters.
Among them were Xuanhe and Lingxun, two acquaintances who had met at the conference that day. Master Lingbao also appointed Xuanhe as the liaison person.
Seeing everyone practicing, Song Lin did not disturb them and concentrated on looking at the Taoist Alliance's most precious treasure, the Xuanmen of Heaven and Earth.
He seemed to have fallen into samadhi for a while.
Talismans, ancient characters, immortal scripts, and cloud seal scripts are constantly evolving.
You have me I have you.
Song Lin seemed to be transformed into an ancient human race. At that time, there was no such thing as writing. The sages observed the visions of heaven and earth and recorded various avenues into abstract words.
These words have the power to lead directly to the road.
This is Yunzhuan, the most essential writing.
Song Lin's mind sank, and gradually...it seemed that he had transformed into a sage who created characters, and became more and more skillful in the application of characters.
Just when Song Lin wanted to go deeper, the induction suddenly disconnected.
Huo Ran opened his eyes and saw Master Lingbao looking at him with a smile.
"What are your thoughts?"
Master Lingbao smiled.
"The Celestial Master's Tao reaches heaven and earth, but I am dull and incapable of comprehending it."
Song Lin thought to himself that masters should not underestimate the reality. They can also understand the great way.
With Master Lingbao's current cultivation level, if he goes to Mu Tianzi's world, he will probably have to crush the gods of the four directions.
"Come here often in the future, I allow you to get close to the Taoist Gate of Understanding."
Master Lingbao generously invited Song Lin with a stroke of his pen.
After Xuanmen realized his thoughts, the other dozen or so people stepped forward to express their thanks.
Master Lingbao retained everyone and held a banquet by the Lingquan. Song Lin arrived at the right time and was invited to sit down.
Everyone was chatting, but Song Lin did not interrupt, but was preoccupied.
Seeing this, Heavenly Master Lingbao asked:
"Donghua, what do you want? It's time to have a drink, don't let worries dampen your mood."
"The Heavenly Master is wise, and I do have something for you."
Song Lin stopped pretending and poured beans out of a bamboo tube to explain the difficulties.
"I already have the qualifications of the Great Master's Barrier. Moreover, I have reached the level of transcending the tribulation, and I have not yet been granted the Three Holes and Five Thunder Barrels."
"Oh? Shengwei won't grant you the casket?"
Lingbao asked.
"The Holy Mighty Heavenly Master has always disliked me, and I believe all of you seniors know that."
"What do you want? I'll teach you."
Qinglong Taoist next to him asked.
As the internal minister of the Taoist Alliance, I am qualified to grant Song Lin the Dharma Ribbon.
"I also ask Heavenly Master Lingbao to teach me the Great Master, the Three Holes and Five Thunder Barrels!"
Song Lin ignored it and stood up to bow to Lingbao.
Qinglong's urn can also be used, but the gold content is not high.
Song Lin at least has the cards to make himself look like a Heavenly Master.
Although Shadow Celestial Master is a name, it must be justified.
Since Lingbao wants to use himself to seize the legitimate son, how can he make himself work hard without paying any price?
Seeing Song Lin like this, everyone was dissatisfied and felt that this person was too arrogant, and those with a bad temper even laughed at him.
"What a loud tone!"
"Master Lingbao was buried for you? What a fantastic idea!"