Chapter 1883 The warden and jailer of the nether dungeon
(I wrote a wrong place before. Pluto was imprisoned on the 15th floor. It was written as the 17th floor. It was too long and I remembered it wrong. I’m really sorry. It has been corrected.)
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The monks from the Ancient Suppressing Clan all stared at Zhang Ruochen, showing expressions of nervousness and anticipation.
Do more advanced blood-suppressing charms really exist?
If it existed, it would undoubtedly be a powerful weapon against the undead vampires. Even a strong man like Bai Huan Shen Zi would probably have to flee and never dare to step into the territory of the Ancient Suppressing Prison Clan again.
Zhang Ruochen pondered for a moment, took out the talisman of the "Great Sage Blood Suppression Talisman" and handed it to Shi Qiankun.
"There is actually a more advanced blood-suppressing talisman."
"Great, with the blood-suppressing talisman, no matter how many masters the undead vampires have, we can suppress them."
The monks from the Zhenyu Ancient Clan were all excited and happy.
Shi Qiankun carefully took the talisman of the Great Sage-level blood-suppressing talisman and felt quite surprised. Could it be that the undead vampires in the Nine-step Saint King realm or even the Great Sage realm could use a talisman to suppress them?
Shi Qiankun observed with concentration. At first, there was a hint of joy on his face, but as time went by, the joy disappeared and his expression gradually became solemn.
The Great Sage-level blood-suppressing talisman is quite complex, and the talisman patterns are mysterious.
Some of the patterns, even with Shi Qiankun's talisman skills, feel like he is reading a book from heaven, which is a bit difficult to understand and cannot be understood no matter what.
"Wow——"
Shi Qiankun used his finger as a pen to draw rune patterns in mid-air.
I tried more than ten times in a row, but all ended in failure.
Seeing a large amount of sweat on Shi Qiankun's forehead and his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, Shi Ren quickly woke up Shi Qiankun who was immersed in the runes: "Father, don't be too persistent. Wake up quickly."
Shi Qiankun trembled all over, then let out a long breath and finally looked away from the talisman.
He rubbed his temples and sighed: "My mental strength is not strong enough. I'm afraid I won't be able to draw the Great Sage-level blood-suppressing talisman. I'm ashamed, I'm really ashamed."
"Clan leader, your mental strength has reached level 57, is it still not strong enough?" Elder Xuanfeng said.
Shi Qiankun shook his head, handed the talisman to Shi Ren, and said: "Ren'er, your mental strength has surpassed that of your father. Do you want to try?"
Shi Ren took the talisman and tried it, but still failed.
"The Great Saint-level blood-suppressing talisman is too profound! Every line on it is like a river tens of thousands of miles long. It is already difficult to draw a river tens of thousands of miles long on a small talisman.
Climb to the sky. What's more, you have to draw thousands of rivers together on the talisman. It is difficult, too difficult. It is estimated that only a spiritual power sage can do it. Moreover, the spiritual power sage must also
You need to have extremely profound attainments in the Tao of Talisman." Shi Ren sighed several times.
The atmosphere in the Sword Tomb Palace became heavy.
Shi Qiankun said: "If my father is here, maybe we can give it a try."
Shi Qiankun's father, named Shi Mingyuan, was also the old patriarch of the Zhenyu Ancient Clan.
Two hundred years ago, Shi Mingyuan entered the fifteenth floor of the Netherworld Dungeon and attempted to reach the realm of the Martial Arts Saint King. Initially, the estimated duration of seclusion was three years.
However, two hundred years have passed and Shi Mingyuan has not emerged from the fifteenth floor of the Netherworld Dungeon. It is most likely that he will be in bad luck.
Although two hundred years ago, Shi Mingyuan's martial arts level was only half-step to the Saint King.
However, the strength of his mental power is unfathomable, and he is a figure who can discuss the Tao with Wu Zun, the owner of Wushi Bank. With his attainments in talismans, even if Shi Mingyuan is not the first person in the Kunlun world, he can definitely advance.
three.
Shi Ren was slightly moved and said: "Father, our cultivation level was too low before and we did not dare to go to the fifteenth floor of the Netherworld Dungeon to look for grandpa. With our current strength, maybe we can give it a try."
Shi Qiankun's eyes condensed, and then he stood up and paced back and forth in the Sword Tomb Palace, as if he had any concerns.
In fact, he had already had the idea of going to the fifteenth floor of the Netherworld Dungeon. However, the fifteenth floor held the sinister Hades who once brought trouble to the Kunlun world, so the matter had been shelved.
Shi Ren quickly added: "Father, don't hesitate any more. If grandpa is not dead and is still trapped in the dungeon on the fifteenth floor, we can just rescue him. Besides, we are not fighting alone. Brother Zhang and his friends are also here."
Will help us."
Zhang Ruochen had the idea of entering the Netherworld Dungeon, so naturally he would not miss this opportunity. He suddenly stood up and said, "This junior has an unkind request. I hope Senior Shi can agree to it."
"What's the unkind invitation?" Shi Qiankun asked.
Zhang Ruochen asked: "Is Bao Lie, the third disciple of Emperor Ming, imprisoned in the Netherworld Dungeon?"
Shi Qiankun shook his head and said: "I don't know much about this matter. You can only get the answer by asking the three wardens of the Netherworld Dungeon. Although the ancient Zhenyu clan is guarding the Netherworld Dungeon, the person directly responsible is the warden.
and the jailer.”
The Netherworld Dungeon has always been guarded by four wardens.
However, when the Qingtian Blood Emperor attacked the Zhenyu Ancient Clan, he killed one of the wardens. Now, there are only three left.
Under the leadership of Shi Qiankun, Zhang Ruochen and others walked deep into the Sword Tomb and came to the bottom of a turtle-back-shaped stone mountain.
The rocky mountain is pitch black, hundreds of feet high, and its surface is as smooth as a mirror.
It is better to say that it is a stone mountain than a black boulder buried underground.
"This is the entrance to the Netherworld Dungeon!" Shi Qiankun said.
"Entrance? Where is the entrance?"
Xiang Chunan walked to the bottom of the stone mountain and slapped his palms on the smooth stone wall, looking for something like a secret passage.
Suddenly, two golden leaves grew on the stone wall, which were as huge as cattail fans.
Two leaves flew up, like a golden butterfly, appearing on Xiang Chunan's head.
"Wow! What the hell is this? Where did it come from?"
Xiang Chunan screamed strangely and struck out with a palm. The powerful force of his palm struck two golden leaves.
"Bang!"
A layer of golden light gushed out from inside the two golden leaves, and the light curtain was intertwined with hundreds of thousands of holy rules. It resisted Xiang Chunan's palm force and instead shook him backwards.
Shi Qiankun stood in front of Xiang Chunan, clasped his fists and saluted, and said: "Master Jinye Warden, please put away your holy skills. He is not an enemy, but a friend of the ancient Zhenyu clan."
"Warden?"
Xiang Chunan's eyes widened and he felt unbelievable.
Can two tree leaves be a prison warden?
Zhang Ruochen was also moved in his heart and carefully observed the two golden leaves. He saw that in the center of the two leaves, there was a small person. That person was only about the size of a thumb.
Two leaves grow on his back.
"That's a strange golden-leafed seedling that has been growing for at least a hundred thousand years." Ji Fanxin sent a message to Zhang Ruochen.
The golden-leafed bamboo tree opened its mouth, sucked the golden light from the sky into its belly, and did not continue to attack Xiang Chunan.
Immediately afterwards, the other two wardens appeared one after another, both of them were plants, namely a pink flower and a green-skinned melon.
Zhang Ruochen frowned when he saw the three wardens. How could they guard the Netherworld dungeon where countless ferocious people and beasts were imprisoned?
The wonderful little Taoist flew down on Zhang Ruochen's shoulder and whispered: "Why is it so unreliable?"
Zhang Ruochen remained calm and said: "At least... at least their cultivation levels are still very strong. Each one of them has strength comparable to that of a strong person in the Dao Realm."
"Only with them, can they guard Hades?" The wonderful little Taoist kept shaking his head.
"Wow——"
On the stone wall of the stone mountain, there was another flicker, and a bald old man walked out, wearing a gray official robe with an ancient word "pawn" printed on his chest.
The bald old man's face is covered with age spots, his eyes are dull, and he seems to be a little unsteady when walking.
"Could this be the jailer of the Netherworld Dungeon?" Xiang Chunan said.
"That's right, I...I am the only jailer of the Netherworld Dungeon."
The bald old man raised his head, seemingly not seeing clearly where Xiang Chunan was standing, and smiled at a small stone stool on the right side of Xiang Chunan.
The wonderful little Taoist took a deep breath and said again: "Zhang Ruochen, you, the god of Kunlun Realm and the monk of the Ancient Prison Suppressing Clan, are really big-hearted. You actually let such an old guy be the jailer, and the only jailer."
The bald old man seemed to have heard the wonderful little Taoist's voice. He stared at Murong Yue who was standing next to Zhang Ruochen and said with a kind smile: "The main reason is that the Netherworld Dungeon is too strong and the prisoners inside cannot escape at all, so everyone
Can be a jailer."
A strange look flashed in Shi Qiankun's eyes. He walked forward, bowed and saluted the bald old man, and said, "Kong Lao, after so many years, you still haven't changed at all."
The bald old man said to Shi Ren who was standing next to Shi Qiankun: "Do you think the old man deserves to die?"
Shi Qiankun said: "No, how dare this junior."
The old man in front of him looked like an ordinary person, without any energy fluctuations on his body. However, Shi Qiankun had seen him two hundred years ago, and he was the same as he is now.
Shi Qiankun's father, Shi Mingyuan, once said that when he was a child, he also saw Kung Lao, and Kung Lao looked like he does now.
Therefore, Shi Qiankun suspected that Kong Lao was not a human being at all, but was a plant like the four wardens, so he had a very long lifespan.
Shi Qiankun said: "Kong Lao, a sword-wielder from the Zhenyu Ancient Clan, wants to ask you something."
"Sword holder? Which sword holder?" Kong Lao asked.
"Zhang Ruochen, the eighteenth generation sword holder of Taotian Sword, has met his predecessor."
Zhang Ruochen came to Kong Lao and saluted him with clasped fists.
Kong Lao tried his best to open his eyes wide and stared at Murong Yue next to Zhang Ruochen. He stretched out a trembling hand and said, "Take out the Taotian Sword and let me see it."
"This... junior Tao Tian Sword is stored elsewhere and is not carried with him." Zhang Ruochen said.
"Oh, that's how it is!"
Kong Lao lowered his head again, a little disappointed, and then asked: "What do you want to know about?"
"About eight hundred years ago, Princess Chi Yao of the Chi Qing Central Empire escorted a creature named Bao Lie and imprisoned him in the Netherworld Dungeon?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
"Eight hundred years, it's been so long, how do you remember it clearly? I'll check it for you. Maybe there is a record."
Kong Lao reached into his arms and took out a clay pot. Inside the clay pot was a silver cactus with sharp needles and nine circles of silver brilliance.
"No, no, I got it wrong!"
Kong Lao stuffed the mud basin back into his prison robe and continued to fumble.
When Shi Qiankun saw the cactus, his eyelids jumped and he recognized it. It was the silver thorn warden who had died in the hands of Qingtian Blood Emperor. It was planted in the mud pot and was obviously still alive.