Ningzhou of Dongyu State in Tiannan is an inconspicuous small state next to Changzhou where Falling Demon Valley is located.
This state is completely opposite to the dense and boundless mountains of Changzhou. There are loess slopes everywhere, with few trees and rivers. Therefore, there are very few immortal cultivators living in this state. There are only some small immortal cultivating families occupying the area.
There are only a few low-grade spiritual veins in this state, but they are at ease, and no one gives them anything to fight for.
In the southwest of Ningzhou, there is a mountain called Linglin Mountain. It is one of the only places with spiritual veins in this state.
The area of Linglin Mountain is not too small, it is more than a hundred miles wide. However, the spiritual veins of the mountains are only about ten miles.
Only the main peak of Linglin Mountain and the two nearby hills can barely allow monks to meditate and practice. But in such a small place, there are three cultivating families living here at the same time. They occupy three peaks respectively.
The Huang, Li, and Wang families were forced to settle in a place like Ningzhou where spiritual energy was lacking. Of course, they were all small and unpopular families. The Huang family was the most powerful among them. Not to mention the pill-forming monks and even the foundation-building families.
There are only two monks. The rest of the disciples are all low-level disciples in the Qi refining stage, and most of them are at the third or fourth level. There are even thousands of disciples from the three families who have no spiritual roots at all.
They have to live outside Linglin Mountain.
The three families are so close to each other, and they can get along peacefully without any trouble, and their normal friendship is naturally quite good. Even in the past hundred years, the disciples of the three families have often intermarried with each other and formed marriages. Investigating the root cause, it is that although Linglin Mountain
The quality of the spiritual veins is really not that good. However, the three families share an unknown and strange spiritual spring on the top of the main peak.
Although this spiritual spring is not a rare spiritual eye thing like the spiritual eye spring, it is still a spiritual thing with miraculous effects.
Using the water from this spring plus some spiritual tea steeped in elixirs can allow low-level disciples below the fifth or sixth level of the Qi refining stage to cleanse the marrow of the I Ching to a certain extent. This will be of great benefit to future cultivation. This
This is also one of the main reasons why the three families insist on staying here even though they know that this place is really not a good place for cultivation.
However, although this spiritual spring has such a strange effect, it cannot be used all year round. Instead, this spiritual spring only gushes out from the ground on a few fixed days every year, and the spring water each time is pitiful.
, it is simply not enough to distribute among the three companies.
As a result, after some discussion among the elders of the three families early on, the three families simply sent people to seal the spiritual spring. It would only be opened once every ten years.
The amount of spring water accumulated in Lingquan in ten years is enough for three families to use it at one time. And every ten years is also the time when new disciples of the three families grow and appear, so there will be no problem of Lingquan being wasted and squandered.
This mere spiritual spring forced the three families to be tied together. They jointly guarded and used these spiritual objects. They also opened the spiritual spring every ten years and gave the young disciples in the family a good dose of the Marrow Cleansing Book of Changes.
On this day, at the top of the main peak of Linglin Mountain, a massive spiritual spring opening ceremony was being held.
In front of a pitch-black mountain wall that is more than a hundred feet high, there are dozens of disciples from the three families lined up in several rows, and everyone is looking at everything in front of them with excitement.
The oldest of these disciples is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and the youngest is only eleven or twelve years old.
Most of the people who have cultivated are around the third or fourth level of the Qi Refining Stage, and there are even people who are only on the first or second level of the Qi Refining Stage.
At the front of the crowd, there were a dozen monks who were much older. They were all above the tenth level of the Qi Refining Stage. There were even three old men among them whose cultivation had entered the Foundation Building Stage. One was in the middle stage, and two
Early days.
These dozen or so monks with "advanced" cultivation were holding a magic weapon in front of the stone wall. They kept chanting incantations in their mouths and were performing a ritual to release the restrictions of the magic circle.
On the tall stone wall opposite, there are seven or eight forbidden talismans of different colors, large and small, flashing with dim and bright spiritual lights.
At this moment, under the leadership of three old men, the incantations from the mouths of more than a dozen monks became louder and faster, and at the same time, the white light in the hands of the three monks gradually grew brighter.
After a moment, the three old men raised their hands almost at the same time, and fired a spell. It turned into a ray of light and swept away.
The talismans on the stone wall trembled slightly in the glow of the spell, and then fell down one after another.
At this time, there were several disciples behind who were holding jade boxes. The disciples who had been waiting for a long time rushed forward, picked up the talismans one by one, carefully put them into the boxes, and immediately retreated.
This kind of forbidden talisman is a rare treasure for a small family like theirs and cannot be lost.
The stone wall without the talisman's restriction emitted a white light and trembled slightly at the same time.
Suddenly, the monks in front, including the three old men, raised their Dharma flags at the same time. Thin strands of light of different colors shot out from the tip of the flag, and disappeared into the white light.
The rock wall shook even more violently. Then amidst the roaring sound of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking, the stone wall gradually split in half from the middle, revealing a large semicircular gap more than ten feet wide in the middle.
All the young disciples from the three families behind them opened their eyes wide and hurriedly stared at the situation in the gap.
You must know that this spiritual spring is regarded as a treasure by the three families. Ordinary family disciples may only have this opportunity to see the spiritual spring with their own eyes in their lifetime. Naturally, they don’t want to miss anything. In fact, the true appearance of this spiritual spring is unknown to the family members.
Almost three-year-old children can speak clearly.
A pool three feet long and one foot wide made of pure white jade is located deep within a gap of more than ten feet. At a glance, only a small half of the clear and transparent spring water is in the jade pool. It is extremely pure.
, as if it were spotless.
What makes people feel even more extraordinary is that there is an indescribable fragrance faintly emanating from these pools, which makes people feel comfortable and refreshed after smelling it.
There was a commotion among the young disciples. The white-faced and beardless old man in the middle of the three old men suddenly turned around and swept his eyes around with a sharp light.
All the commotion immediately calmed down.
This person is Huang Yuanming, the elder of the Huang family. His cultivation has reached the middle stage of foundation building. He can be regarded as the real number one monk in Linglin Mountain.
Not only the disciples of the Huang family were in awe of him, but also the young disciples of the Wang and Li families were also very respectful to him.
"Haha! Brother Huang's prestige is still useful. He can make these little guys obey obediently." When another old man in gray robe saw this, he narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.
"That's of course. Brother Huang's current cultivation level has reached the end of the middle stage of foundation building. Maybe he can go one step further and enter the late stage of foundation building?" Another old man in green robe also said with envy.
"The two wise brothers were joking. Since we are already at this age, there is still a chance to take it to the next level. Such opportunities can only be left to the juniors. We'd better brew the spiritual tea as soon as possible.
, let these little guys take it. This time there seems to be more spring water in the pool than in previous years, which is a good thing." Huang Yuanming smiled and said politely and modestly.
The other two old men are naturally the elders of the other two families in the foundation building stage.
This family was even worse than the Huang family, and they could only manage to cultivate a foundation-building monk to support their appearance. Huang Yuanming had been close friends with these two for many years, so he didn't pay attention to what he just said.
The other two old men also smiled slightly and stopped mentioning the matter. They turned around and ordered the secret disciples of their respective families to come forward and start brewing the spiritual tea immediately.
Immediately, two disciples from each family flew out and headed straight for the pool. But in front of everyone, before these disciples could reach the edge of the spiritual pool, a shocking surprise suddenly occurred.
Three to four feet above the pool, a low thunderous sound suddenly sounded, and after a few flashes of five-colored rays of light, a black ball of light suddenly appeared out of thin air.
Then the jet-black ball made a strange "zilla" sound, twisted and deformed, and turned into a space crack about ten feet long.
Then there was a "pop", and while the monks were stunned, a figure was swept out by a cloud of five colors and fell into the jade pond below.
Then the space crack flashed wildly for a few times and suddenly disappeared without a trace.
As soon as the figure fell into the pool, he let out a soft moan and stood up suddenly. After glancing at the monks in front of the pool, a strange expression appeared on his face.
The three monks headed by Huang Yuanming were so horrified that they could not utter a word.
The human figure was a young man in a blue Confucian robe. When he saw that there were so many monks in the place where he fell, he was a little surprised, and there was a flash of embarrassment, but then his expression returned to normal.
There was a flash of blue light on his body, and the wet clothes in the pool suddenly evaporated and became abnormally dry.
"Where is this place? Is it still Dong Yuguo's scolding?" The man lifted his foot seemingly casually, and he floated out of the pool. Then he turned his eyes and easily found Huang Yuanming, who had the most profound cultivation among the monks present.
He asked calmly. His words were full of unquestionable tone.
"This is Ningzhou of Dongyu State? I wonder if the senior has a good name, can he teach me the taboo of his name?" Huang Yuanming had already used his spiritual consciousness to scan the cultivation level of the man in front of him. As a result, he was so shocked that he could not see the slightest depth of the other person. This
It showed that the other party was at least a monk in the elixir formation stage. And the situation in which the other party appeared was really weird. Naturally, he did not dare to show any slightness. After giving a deep bow, he replied with unusual caution.
The other two old men also sensed the unfathomable depth of Han Li's cultivation. They were shocked and bowed deeply, with smiles on their faces.
"Ningzhou..." The young man blinked his eyes, the expression on his face remained unchanged, but he muttered something again, with a hint of contemplation on his face.
This person was naturally none other than Han Li, who had just escaped from the wreckage of the Lingmiao Garden. Twenty-seven years had passed since the original battle in the Falling Demon Valley.