p As early as one day ago, the monks from the alliance arrived at Penglai Mountain.
Everyone dispersed and searched for treasures everywhere in Penglai Mountain.
The alliance had a map of Penglai Mountain early on, but only Nascent Soul monks or demon cultivators of the eighth level or above can reach the Penglai Nine Paths on the top of the mountain.
There are five to six hundred alliance monks in the alchemy stage in the mountain. They are unable to pass through the ancient restrictions and reach Penglai Nine Paths, so their targets are naturally placed in other places in Penglai Mountain.
In fact, in addition to the Penglai Nine Paths, there are also some buildings and spiritual fields around Penglai Mountain. Occasionally, if someone is lucky, he can find one or two extremely old and top-quality spiritual herbs.
But generally places like spiritual fields have restrictions, and there are puppets and even demon corpses guarding the spiritual fields.
Under the request of the two saints of Yuanhe, the alliance has long established rules and has very strict requirements for the number of monks in the Danjie stage in Penglai Mountain.
The seven sects of the righteous path and the five sects of the demonic path each have three quotas, while the medium-sized sects belonging to the two righteous and demonic sects have only one quota.
Therefore, the monks in the Penglai Mountain Alliance who are in the alchemy stage this time are all very strong in cultivation, and they are basically in the middle and late stages of the alchemy stage.
Shen Lang and Hua Ziling hid in the grass, restrained their auras, and their swords and shields quickly shrank to a level that could barely cover them.
The black mist poisonous gas in the woods is very powerful. If the sword and shield are removed, the physical body will be corroded by the poisonous gas and die. Shen Lang is protected by the holy sun's war energy, but Hua Ziling is not.
Fortunately, in Penglai Mountain, the spiritual consciousness of the monks in the Danjie stage can only be released a hundred meters away at most. As long as they don't show up, the other party should not be able to find them.
The fight was raging outside the palace.
I saw three old men in different robes, activating their magic weapons, and launched an attack on the two demon corpses in front of the entrance of the hall.
In mid-air, a purple-gold alms bowl the size of a washbasin held up a golden light curtain, covering the demon corpse and the three old men. The light curtain was covered with "swastika" characters.
"It's the Buddhist spiritual light!" Shen Lang narrowed his eyes.
Hua Ziling vigilantly transmitted the message: "It seems that this Buddhist magic weapon has protected these three people from poisonous gas during the fight. The monks from the alliance have stepped here. Is there any treasure in that building?"
"Who knows. Let's not go out yet, wait and see what happens, and see if we can take the opportunity to kill people and steal the treasure. I will share the treasure with you equally," Shen Lang said calmly.
Hua Ziling was a little speechless. Even if Master Lianshan didn't know if he would come after them, this guy had already thought of killing people and seizing the treasure.
The two of them continued to watch the battle.
The red phosphorus demon corpse is very powerful and is not afraid of life and death.
Although the three monks in the late stage of pill formation left many wounds on the demon corpse, the demon corpse's defense and vitality were so amazing that it was difficult to kill it for a while.
"Two fellow Taoists, my purple golden bowl of spiritual light is almost exhausted. I must kill these two demonic corpses quickly!" an old man wearing a monk's robe shouted loudly.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, if we continue like this, it will be difficult for us to kill these two monster corpses. You should quickly use the psychic talisman! The first treasure found by then will be yours!" A bald old man looked anxiously at the person beside him.
The old man in green robe shouted.
"Okay!" The old man in green robe gritted his teeth and agreed, taking out an old white folding fan from the storage ring and pouring spiritual power into the folding fan.
"Frost Moon Fan, open!"
The old man in green robe opened the folding fan, and a large amount of condensed air rushed out from the folding fan like a stormy wave, with an astonishing power.
In just an instant, the surroundings of the hall were covered with a thick layer of white frost, the air temperature dropped to freezing point, and the breath turned into ice flakes.
Waves of condensed air formed countless white lights, overwhelming the sky and attacking the two monster corpses with their teeth and claws dancing.
"Bah!"
The two demon corpses were immediately frozen by the extremely cold air, unable to move their bodies, and condensed into ice sculptures!
Seeing this astonishing scene, Shen Lang and Hua Ziling couldn't help but take a breath. Isn't the power of the white folding fan too strong?
The psychic talisman is different from ordinary talismans. It is a powerful talisman refined by monks in the Nascent Soul stage in ancient times. Its power is much higher than ordinary psychic talismans.
However, the psychic talisman also has major limitations. It can only be used three times. After use, it is useless.
"What are you two doing in a daze? My psychic talisman has already sealed these two monster corpses in ice. Hurry up!" The old man in green robe yelled.
The folding fan in his hand looked a little sad. This precious psychic talisman has been used twice, and it can only be used once at most. The old man in green robe could not help but show a hint of heartache in his eyes.
"Okay!" The other two people responded immediately.
The bald old man mobilized the three golden flying swords with all his strength, and the dazzling golden light fell from the sky like three meteors, completely penetrating the body of a demon corpse.
One of the golden planes chopped off the heads of the demonic corpses.
After being frozen, the body of the demon corpse becomes very brittle, and its defense power is greatly reduced.
Another old man in a monk's robe sacrificed a small brass seal and threw it into the sky. The small seal turned into a giant golden hand about several hundred meters wide in mid-air, like the handprint of the Buddha, and moved towards a demon corpse.
Pressed down.
"boom!"
The earth shook and the mountains shook, and the demon corpse was crushed to pieces.
Seeing that the two demon corpses were finally killed, the three old men let out a long sigh of relief. The old man in monk's robe took back the purple gold bowl in the air, and the Buddhist spiritual treasure quickly shrank to half an inch outside the three men's bodies.
"Damn, this monster corpse refined by the ancient monk is really difficult to deal with!"
"No, thanks to Wang Daoyou's psychic talisman."
"Let's not talk too much. Fellow Daoist Zhu's swastika aura is running low. Let's quickly go into this ancestral hall and take a look."
The three monks did not stop, and immediately opened the door of the ancestral hall and walked in cautiously.
The ancestral hall was dark, and with the black fog surrounding it, Shen Lang and Hua Ziling were so far apart that they couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.
"Shen, I advise you not to take any chances with these three people. These three are very strong and we cannot be our opponents!" Hua Ziling next to the grass said to Shen Lang.
"Yeah." Shen Lang responded, he really couldn't take such a risk.
The strength of these three late-stage pill-forming monks is quite strong, and cannot be compared with ordinary casual cultivators.
Shen Lang was sure of defeating one of them, but he was not sure of dealing with two or even three people. Even if he and Hua Ziling teamed up, there was no hope of victory.
If you try to kill people and seize treasures, you will steal the chicken but lose the rice.
Just as the two were preparing to leave.
"ah!"
"ah!"
"No!"
Three screams came from the ancestral hall.
Immediately afterwards, three rays of light flew out from the ancestral hall, which were the spirits of the three late-stage pill-forming monks just now.
"What the hell?"
Shen Lang and Hua Ziling were stunned. These three people had just entered, and they died within a few seconds? They died too quickly!