As several strands of spiritual energy of different colors roamed over the opponent's body, the long-browed old turtle's breathing began to become erratic.
Li Laodao opened his eyes first, then retracted his hands and began to meditate.
After a while, Budai Tianxian also retracted his hand, but the other party frowned, glanced at Li Laodao next to him, and then shook his head.
The two dragon clan immortals also retracted their hands at the same time. After they looked at each other, they both shook their heads.
"The spiritual power inside the body is stable. I have checked all its internal organs, but I found nothing unstable.
One area that has not been checked yet is the soul.
But checking the soul requires very powerful soul power. As a demon clan, we don’t have deep research in this aspect, so we still hope that the two Taoists can help."
An immortal from the Dragon Clan said apologetically.
"I have checked the soul, and there is nothing wrong with it.
This is strange, Changmei is not controlled, but why would he seek refuge with Shura?
As the ancestor of the Shura clan, everyone does not treat him badly, so why would he do this?"
Budai Tianxian said with some doubts.
"Maybe the strength of the few of us is too low and we haven't found the reason. Only the Holy Immortal can solve the mystery!"
Li Laodao also opened his eyes at this time. He had used his spiritual power to examine the long-browed old turtle's body, whether it was the bones, internal organs, or soul, but he found nothing wrong.
If it looks like this, doesn't it mean that the long-browed old turtle took refuge in Shura of his own free will, and was not coerced or controlled by others?
"It's so difficult to invite a saint, and there are no saints in the demon clan."
The Qinglong Clan Heavenly Immortal shook his head and said.
They naturally know that there are two holy immortals on the human race's Xuanmen side, but the holy immortals are so mysterious. How can they just invite them if they want?
Moreover, this is a matter for the Xuanwu clan and has nothing to do with the human race. They don't need to put in all that effort for Xuanwu.
An elder Xuanwu standing nearby heard the conversation of several people and suddenly became nervous.
That person is Elder Xuanwu, who is very close to Xiao Yu.
When Maoshan reopened, the opponent broke through the boundary and came to help Maoshan resist the attack of Panlongshan Ancestor.
Now that the Xuanwu clan is facing such a catastrophe, Xiao Yu naturally cannot stand idly by.
"Seniors, Patriarch Changmei is the god of my Xuanwu clan.
If there is anything wrong with him, our Xuanwu clan will definitely fall apart!
Therefore, I would like to ask some seniors to save my ancestors!
My ancestor hated Shura all his life. In the war a thousand years ago, his two daughters both died in that war.
Therefore, he can never be a traitor to the Demon Clan, and I hope that Senior Sanwei will lend a helping hand to help him tide over the difficulties. The Xuanwu Clan will definitely thank you for your kindness."
Elder Xuanwu knelt on the ground and said respectfully.
Li Laodao glanced at the other party. When he was supporting Maoshan, he also saw this elder Xuanwu.
Therefore, before the serious injury healed, at Xiao Yu's request, he came here again to rescue Changmei.
However, he checked every part of the other party's body and found nothing wrong. This asked him how to save him.
"I want to save your ancestor, Xuan!"
Li Laodao shook his head and sighed softly.
"I remember that your Xuanwu tribe has a secret method called the Divine Slaughter Technique.
No matter how serious the injury is, as long as he stays in seclusion for a period of time and sheds his original turtle shell, all the original injuries on his body will disappear.
Why not use this method to transform your ancestor again? Wouldn't it be clear at a glance whether he is being controlled or not?"
Long Chen suddenly asked.
After hearing what the other party said, Elder Xuanwu suddenly felt embarrassed.
"To be honest with you seniors, the Divine Slaughter Technique can only be used when you have a breakthrough in cultivation.
The ancestor has reached the realm of immortals, and it is extremely difficult to make further progress, so the root method is to use the divine shedding technique."
Elder Xuanwu patiently explained to everyone.
After hearing what the other party said, everyone was immediately disappointed.
Fortunately, the old turtle with long eyebrows has reached the realm of immortals. Even if he does not eat or drink for decades, he will not die.
“In this case, we need to wait for a while to see if there is another opportunity.
When I return to Kunlun Mountain, I will ask Master for advice. If there is a way to save him, it will not be too late to save him then."
After Li Laodao was silent for a while, he once again threw everyone a suspense.
"Thank you, senior, for rescuing me. Thank you, senior."
Elder Xuanwu was overjoyed when he heard that Taoist Li had gone back to consult the master from Kunlun Mountain, and then he bowed his head.
"Let's go, you Xuanwu clan leader, I'm afraid you can't wait any longer."
Since they couldn't find a way to save Changmei, Li Laodao and the others didn't stay here any longer and headed outside one after another.
At this time, in a secret room of Xuanwu Hall, Sai Weng was sitting cross-legged.
In front of the opponent, there were turtle shells the size of fists suspended.
Each of those turtle shells emitted a different light and seemed to record some kind of skill.
Although Chief Sai Weng's eyes were slightly closed, all the information on the tortoise shells was accurately sent to his mind.
As he continued to absorb information, the light on the turtle shell became increasingly dim.
In less than a few minutes, the turtle shells became dull and fell from the air one by one.
"What to do, what to do?
Once something happens to the ancestor Changmei, our Xuanwu clan will definitely become the laughing stock of the demon clan, and it will bring shame to all our ancestors."
As more and more turtle shells fell, Chief Sai Weng became more and more anxious. Even though he was highly skilled, there was actually a lot of sweat on his forehead.
When the last turtle shell fell to the ground, Sai Weng's closed eyes suddenly opened, and then with a wave of his hand, the fallen turtle shells flew up again, and then entered the wall behind him.
"There is no record in the divine sheaths left by our ancestors.
Is it possible that my Xuanwu clan is destined to suffer such a calamity?"
Sai Weng clasped his hands behind his back and began to walk around the room, his mind spinning rapidly about what had happened for thousands of years.
"Is it three hundred years ago?"
Sai Weng, who was walking around the room, suddenly stopped and his eyes widened, as if he suddenly thought of something.
Then he waved his hand, and a roll of animal skin flew out of a stone hole in the wall.
The animal skin is black, like the skin of some kind of siren, with a layer of blue light covering it.
Sai Weng quickly unfolded the roll of animal skin, then rubbed his fingers together, and a drop of blood fell from his fingers.
As the blood fell, the animal skin scroll suddenly shone brightly, and a piece of white light flew out from it, turning into hundreds of small characters.
"Wanli misty lake, Yin and Yang are born, where the long eyebrows face the wall, the black shadow is Shanpi Tuo..."
The crooked fonts specially used by the demon clan were gathered in a row in the sky, and Sai Weng also started to read them.
Hundreds of small words are not a lot. After Sai Weng read it in one breath, he read it several times in succession.
"Three hundred years ago, Patriarch Changmei achieved immortality one hundred thousand miles away.
Could it be that there are some big secrets hidden in that misty lake?
What is the black shadow mentioned in the article? Is it a member of the Shura tribe?"
Thinking of this, Sai Weng quickly closed the animal skin scroll, and the golden text in the room quickly disappeared, and everything returned to calm.
