The twisted and hideous coral grows wantonly in twists and turns. Its branches are neither gold nor jade, filled with the aura of rock.
Manjusri came to the root of the coral, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the surface, and the uneven touch flowed along the fingertips in his heart.
"The Demon Court of Beiming was reenacted in order to continue the glory of the demon clan in the past. It was established long before the final battle of the Lich and after the Zhoutian Star Formation was completed. At that time point, I had successfully joined the Chan Cult.
Become a direct disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun."
"According to common sense, the remaining resources in the Demon Court should be used for the revival of the demon clan in future generations. In addition to countless treasures of heaven, materials and earth, there are also a vast sea of formulas and magic arts. The layout here is particularly hidden, and there are such
This unknown spiritual plant protection should not be the product of Demon Court, but the work of latecomers."
Manjusri repeatedly activated the aura, and a group of light and charming butterflies slowly flew out along the sleeves.
Their bodies are bright and bright, like fireflies gathering the glow of a rainbow, scattering little bits of colorful light.
The butterflies fluttered their wings, like naughty children, dancing gracefully in the quiet and deep darkness.
The seemingly endless coral jungle is actually not as large as Wutai Mountain. The reason why it seems to spread to the horizon is just because the world is cramped.
Manjusri's eyes were bright, shining with the luster of glass. After a long time, he suddenly murmured in shock.
"This seems to be Ping Xin's handiwork!"
The battle between the lichs did not disappear with the end of the Tribulation, but instead became more and more intense.
Old grudges, old grudges, and old struggles, soaked in time, are like ignited fireworks, exploding and impacting like crazy.
Because of this, the forces in Nanzhan Buzhou have always been targeting Luzhou, arranging countless hidden plots and foreshadowings. Especially after the calamity of Journey to the West, they arranged seventeen attacks to forcibly destroy this secret holy land.<
/p>
For Honghuang and the demon clan, the reappearance of the demon court here is not only a symbol of their still glory, but also the hope of being able to revive and reverse the future.
The Demon Court was forcibly broken through by the Witch Clan, which made the demons of the prehistoric era feel disheartened. Even the direct bloodline of Luzhou and their respect and reverence for the Golden Crow disappeared. They began to think about it, like those led by Kunpeng and other great saints.
Is Beiming qualified to be the cradle of the demon clan’s cubs?
Manjusri vaguely remembered that the scene of Beiming being breached and dust scattered in the Demon Court was clearly recorded in the Sitian Prison by the immortals in Heaven, and was often played back for humiliation.
At that time, Jin Zha once told him about this matter, but because he was in the West and it was difficult to see the actual situation, and Jin Zha had simplified it without details, so when he saw this group of twisted corals, he felt particularly novel.
In fact, these corals are called black towers, which are spiritual plants that combine earth channels and channels.
The Demon Court's defense is impregnable, and relying on the two Wu Zang clans in Nanzhan Buzhou, they cannot break it even if they try their best.
Therefore, Pingxin found another way and chose to lay a trap from within.
She sent millions of craftsmen one after another, entering the Luzhou territory in batches, bringing the seeds of the Black Tower Coral to the interior of the Demon Court, and arranging such a strange world.
According to Jin Zha's description, when Nanzhan Buzhou attacked Beiming for the fourth time, countless ferocious and strange sea willows shattered out of the void. They combined with each other to create a majestic black curtain that covered Beiming's endless ice ocean.
All corrosion.
Those willow trees in the sea are the corals in front of Manjusri.
"According to records, the Black Tower Coral is so hard that not even Da Luo Jinxian can break it, and its number is like that of crucian carp crossing the river. It tore apart the cracks in the Demon Court for several months, leaving the group of demons helpless. The Wu Clan took the opportunity to attack with an army.
Pressure the situation, successfully found forty-two flaws in the Demon Court, and paved the way for the ninth attack."
"If I'm not wrong, there are at least tens of thousands of them placed in the Demon Court in a hidden space like this. They are frantically absorbing the spiritual power of heaven and earth, plundering nutrients like leeches, in order to explode before their death and tear the world here apart.
."
Manjusri was a little helpless. He thought this was a place of inheritance. Unexpectedly, he accidentally met the back-up man of the Wu clan.
Seeing that there was no treasure inside, Manjusri waved his sleeves lightly, took back all the colorful butterflies, and left along the gap.
However, when he looked up at the passage, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
The passage squirms slightly, and the sea water flows as if it can breathe. The inner wall seems to be dotted with gems, vaguely shining with a hazy light.
Manjusri narrowed his eyes, jumped directly into the passage, and took off the flashing gems.
There are six gemstones in total. They have obviously been carefully polished, and they look like six kinds of moths, exuding a blurry luster.
Manjusri infiltrated his consciousness into the gem, and after a long time he came to his senses. His eyes were full of joy: "I really didn't expect that this is the place of inheritance arranged by the Qingshu of the Zombie clan!"
Qingshu is a well-known rookie of the Zombie clan. He does not like fighting and fighting. Instead, he is very interested in the literature and art of the mortal world, especially painting, which he is extremely attracted to.
He has an arrogant character and is aloof from the world. He uses his own spine to refine his brushes and travels across the ancient world, creating countless splendid paintings.
It seems that it is because of the Zombie tribe that most of the paintings he created are full of flowers and leafy scenes, as vibrant as bamboo shoots springing up after a rain.
Nowadays, in the empty world, there are pictures of Qingshu circulating.
It is said that he has been pursuing beautiful things all his life, and the works he created contain his wishes and yearning for the future.
Some people say that Qingshu is not a creature from the ancient times, but a proof created by Heaven in order to explain what beauty is. Others say that Qingshu uses the body of the Zombie clan, which grows like hair and drinks blood, to create countless vivid dream worlds for the people.
The dream creation and sustenance of countless creatures. Some people say that although he is in the realm of spiritual immortals, he is the most outstanding talent of the Zombie clan.
However, it was not until later that Qingshu suddenly disappeared and never appeared in Honghuang's sight again.
Many living beings only talked about him in a few words and never mentioned it again, but Manjusri always remembered his existence.
"I thought Qingshu was hiding in a deep mountain and old forest to practice because he devoted himself to painting. Unexpectedly, he fell into the depths of the Demon Court. It seems that Pingxin's strategy and talent should not be underestimated." Wenshu sighed in his heart, holding a treasure in his hand.
I was not idle, exploring the gems one after another, looking for the inheritance left by Qingshu.
The most precious thing is the Houtian Lingbao Wonderful Brush, which is specially used to draw pictures. The hollow inside stores a colored liquid called flower water, which can draw pictures out of thin air. Both belong to the art of painting and are extremely rare.
In addition, there are a large number of painting resources, which are numerous and complete in variety. If carefully cultivated and propagated, they can instantly form a closed-loop state and produce a steady stream of output.
The resources were carefully organized by Qingshu, the seeds were well preserved, and there were tens of thousands of matching eggs, which contained various strange beasts responsible for taking care of them.
This made Manjusri extremely amazing.
"That's not right. With Qingshu's ability, how could he plunder such rich resources? What's more, the side of the painting path looks like scorpion shit. It's so vast. Where did he find it?"
Looking at the well-equipped resource system, Manjusri looked through all the inherited exercises and experiences, as well as Qingshu's personal records.
Only then did he understand what a true genius is.
It is true that there was no Hua Dao in the prehistoric times, but Qingshu's love kept him from moving forward. When he was in the realm of immortals, he created the Hua Dao formation with unique ingenuity, transforming some flowers, plants and trees into Hua Dao resources.
During his travels all over the world, he added all his insights and knowledge to the creation of Dao painting, and actually cultivated new spiritual plants and masterful hands in the paintings.
Miaoshou is the first painting resource in the ancient world. Qingshu uses it as the basis to cultivate and create several spiritual plants such as Xiu Shui, Hui Ying, and Dian Qing, as well as dozens of spells such as the pen moves like a dragon and snake, jumps onto the paper, and the imagination comes to mind.
, and even in the realm of spiritual immortals, he refined the rare treasure·Wangyue Songfeng.
Relying on the original master's skill, this treasure can pull out the things in the scroll, transform them from virtual reality to reality, and give them life in a short period of time. It can also construct a dream blueprint, which is of great help for deduction and arrangement.
Manjusri knew in his heart that the killing ability of the painting path was insufficient, but it could take care of the five paths of wisdom, virtuality, water, insect, and dream. If the inheritance of Qingshu was thrown out, it would probably directly cause shock in the ancient times. p>
"The painting path opened by Qingshu can reach its peak at the fifth heaven realm at most. After all, he is unable to support himself alone. If there were countless creatures behind him, I'm afraid he would have become a quasi-sage long ago."
Manjusri put all the resources into his pocket, and sure enough he found the layout and information of the Black Tower inside.
He didn't linger too much, and returned directly to the bottom of the lake, destroying the overflowing white pearl liquid, and only surfaced after the cracks were completely healed.
At this time, several great demons have gathered around the lake.
They were talking about what the fluctuations coming from here were. They wanted to explore the treasures at the bottom of the lake, but they didn't have the courage to jump into the water. As they pushed each other, some sparks came out. p>
After Manjusri came out, the group of monsters realized that the treasure inside had been captured by him long ago.
The leader is Pan Yu, the leader of the Julu Clan. He has a majestic appearance and heroic appearance, and the rich aura of the mid-level spiritual immortal rushes towards his face like an overwhelming force.
After he saw Manjusri's figure, he almost left directly. Suddenly he realized that Manjusri was alone and without a group of sharks to protect him. Only then did he react and laughed loudly.
"Hahaha, senior Hongyu, I wonder if there are any treasures at the bottom of this lake. Can you share them with me?"
Manjusri glanced at Pan Yu with disdain from the corner of his eye, ignored him, stretched his wings and was about to leave.
When Pan Yu saw this, he thought that Manjusri was alone and had no courage to confront him. He couldn't help but feel proud and shouted loudly.
"Senior Hongyu, as the saying goes, everyone who sees the treasure has a share. You can't even share the soup with us after you get the treasure. Don't forget the oath we made as an alliance through blood. We must support each other and help each other." p>
"Support?" Manjusri stood in the sky, looking down at the demons with a faint look, and suddenly grinned.
"Fellow Taoist is right. We should indeed help each other."