The reason why there are so many sufferings in the world is caused by human desires. Cultivators are also human beings, so they also have desires. This desire stirs up order and rules and becomes the source of all evil. Ordinary people
A life, no matter how wonderful it is, only lasts for a few decades, but a monk's life is always spent in a long period of inaction. Then when he suddenly looks back, he realizes that everything has changed and nothing can go back.
Yang Huang is still young now, only twenty years old, but sooner or later he will experience a life outside of common sense, a life that has accumulated thousands of years of experience and knowledge, a life that ordinary people regard as a monster.
Yang Huang, who is twenty years old, has already broken through the realm of Daoyuan in cultivation, and by practicing "**Xuan Gong", there is a great possibility that his body will become a saint in the future.
At the end of the Road to the Underworld, he met a pool of Heavenly Crystal Spirit Divine Liquid. Yang Huang could only sigh that he was very lucky, because not everyone can absorb this Heavenly Crystal Spirit Divine Liquid, except those who practice "**
Except for monks who practice "Xuan Gong", the function of this underworld is only to nourish the body and soul.
But for those monks who want to resurrect their dead relatives, this Heavenly Crystal Spirit Liquid is extremely precious.
Everyone views value differently, so when used, the effects are also different.
For Yang Huang, this pool of water is used to help him break through the realm. It takes so many years to accumulate so much heavenly crystal spirit liquid, but now it is easier for him.
He even felt that the inheritance of the Immortal Mansion was not that important anymore. It would be a good choice to absorb all these Heavenly Crystal Spiritual Liquids and leave directly.
After all, the change in heaven and earth has entered the second stage, and there are many things that can be done outside.
Just when Yang Huang was absorbing the heavenly crystal spirit liquid to his heart's content, a group of people appeared at the end of the road to the underworld. These people were trialists who had survived ninety-nine and eighty-one tribulations. They were also qualified to pass through the underworld.
, enter the real ruins of the Immortal Mansion.
These people are the disciples of Yiyuan Dao Sect under the leadership of Zhu Yinlei.
They abandoned Yang Huang from the beginning because they were absolutely sure to survive these eighty-one catastrophes. For this, Yiyuan Dao Sect was fully prepared.
At this time, the ten Jindan disciples, including He Yiqiu, looked at Huang Quan quietly suspended in the void in front of them with excited expressions.
They are proud to be born in Yiyuan Dao Sect, because except for Yi Yuan Dao Sect, no disciples from other sects can reach the end of the road to hell.
They always think about the sect in their hearts. The Yiyuan Dao Sect is everything to them and cannot be tarnished by anyone. This is a sense of dignity and honor that can be defended with their lives.
"He Yiqiu, how to find the entrance to the ruins of the Immortal Mansion?" Zhu Yinlei stood in front of everyone. He turned to look at the young man whose body was always covered with gossip, and spoke calmly.
"I need your cooperation to instill enough true energy into my Bagua. I will use the Qian Gua to connect the underworld and build a bridge over the underworld. By connecting this gap, we can lead to the ruins of the Immortal Mansion." He Yiqiu said.
said.
"However, we have found the ruins of the Immortal Mansion, but we still can't get in without the key. We need an innate vitality to open the door to the ruins of the Immortal Mansion."
"You don't have to worry about this, the sect has already made arrangements." Zhu Yinlei turned around, no longer looking at He Yiqiu, and answered at the same time.
He Yiqiu did not expect this. He did not understand the background of Yiyuan Dao Sect, so he rashly looked for Yang Huang at that time because he guessed that Yang Huang was the innate Dao body.
"Huh? That Huangquan doesn't seem very peaceful!" A disciple of the Yiyuan Dao Sect pointed at the Huangquan in the void and spoke doubtfully.
At this time, everyone noticed that there was a whirlpool in the center of Huangquan. The whirlpool was constantly circling, as if something was attracting the entire spring.
Zhu Yinlei frowned deeply, because this was different from the information he had received. Huangquan should be peaceful and there would never be any disturbances.
"Everyone listen to the order and instill all the true energy into He Yiqiu and let him cast the spell!" Zhu Yinlei suddenly issued an order.
All Yiyuan Dao Sect disciples, including him, looked solemn and worked hard to mobilize their true energy and instilled it all in He Yiqiu.
He Yiqiu used the Houtian Bagua Formation to input all the true energy into the position of Qian Gua. Gradually, an inexplicable aura floated into the underworld, but a change occurred.
The aura that should have been absorbed by Huang Quan was actually knocked back directly and returned to He Yiqiu's acquired Bagua formation.
"What's going on?" He Yiqiu frowned. This is impossible, because before coming, Yiyuan Daozong had asked the Supreme Elder to do a fortune telling. This fortune showed that He Yiqiu's acquired Eight Diagrams Formation can find the Immortal Mansion.
At the gate of the ruins, once he integrates the breath of the Bagua Array into the underworld, the broken bridge will continue and lead the disciples of the Yiyuan Dao Sect to the ruins of the Immortal Mansion.
But this was not the case. He Yiqiu was sweating on his forehead. He tried several times in succession, but all failed. He became a little anxious.
"There is something in the underworld! Otherwise it would be impossible!" He Yiqiu said anxiously, sweating profusely.
Zhu Yinlei first stopped the infusion of zhenqi. A red paper airplane appeared in his hand. He muttered something, as if he was saying a spell. When he finished casting the spell, he waved his arm and the paper airplane flew directly across the void.
Arrived above the Yellow Spring.
Zhu Yinlei also closed his eyes, and his third eye appeared between his eyebrows. This eye seemed to have some connection with the paper airplane. When his eye opened, Zhu Yinlei's expression changed drastically.
"Impossible!" He opened his eyes directly, and closed his third eye instantly. His eyes were full of shock, and he looked at Huangquan in the void with some confusion.
"Captain Zhu, what's wrong? What did you see?" A Jindan disciple mustered up the courage to ask.
"Yang...Yang Huang is inside." Zhu Yinlei seemed unwilling to accept this fact. He spoke with difficulty, but spoke intermittently.
The ten Jindan disciples around were all shocked. They heard something unbelievable.
Yang Huang?
That trash? That trash that even Goddess Liu Qing dares to threaten?
That guy who obviously has no strength, but can kill a sixth-level golden elixir monk!
That man who was set up by Yiyuan Daozong to kill him should have died on the road to hell!
It is difficult for everyone to accept the reality that Yang Huang is not only still alive, but also came to the underworld one step earlier than them, and is even still in the underworld now.
"Captain Zhu, did you read that correctly? Is Yang Huang really inside?" A disciple couldn't help but ask.
Zhu Yinlei frowned and looked back at the other party, a faint murderous aura filling the air.
The disciple knew that he had said something wrong. He actually dared to doubt a monk in the Daoyuan realm. He lowered his head deeply and did not dare to speak again.
"What should we do now?" He Yiqiu asked. Among the disciples of Yiyuan Dao Sect who came this time, Zhu Yinlei had the highest cultivation level, and all decisions must be approved by him.
"What else can we do? We can only wait here. I guess other trialists will not arrive here so early. We can only wait until Yang Huang comes out of the underworld, then build a bridge and enter the ruins."
Zhu Yinlei gritted his teeth and said.
"What about Yang Huang? What should we do when he comes out?" He Yiqiu asked again.
"Kill!" As Zhu Yinlei spoke, a murderous aura filled the air. He looked at Huang Quan in the void, his expression gloomy and terrifying.