Returning to Sansheng Island, Kong Laosan's heart was completely different from before. Among the known human race gathering places in the entire southeastern region of Xiling Demon Continent, Sansheng Island is considered the largest one. It not only occupies a very large area, but also
In the minds of many people, the Three Holy Mountains are equivalent to the holy places of mankind.
Every three years, when the Three Saints Sect recruits disciples, countless talented disciples flock in from all directions, which also causes the Three Saints Sect to become more and more prosperous. Not only does its power extend to the north and south of the world, but its connections are also like the branches of an old tree.
Extremely complicated.
However, today's Sansheng Island appears to be in a state of turmoil.
Compared to the previous bustling scene where countless cultivators came in and out, the Three Holy Island Teleportation Array seems a bit deserted at the moment. Although there are still a lot of cultivators coming and going, they are no longer as crowded as before.
In comparison, beside each teleportation circle, there will be many cultivators from the Three Saints Sect checking their identities. If they cannot tell their origin clearly, they will immediately be "invited" to the Three Saints Mountain by these cultivators.
That afternoon, as the magic circle (dang) began to fluctuate in space, a man with twitching muscles and a fierce face walked down the teleportation circle together with seven or eight cultivators.
On the Holy Island, everyone is very familiar with the procedures here. They lined up and followed everyone to check one by one.
"Name?"
A sect disciple in the late stage of foundation building, wearing the uniform uniform of the Three Saints Sect, asked without raising his head. There were bamboo slips three feet high piled on the wooden table in front of him. He was busy recording something while speaking.
"Zhao Yun!"
The man spoke softly, but his voice fell. The disciple who was busy recording information on the bamboo slips made a movement in his hands. He raised his head and glanced at the man with a surprised expression. After seeing the man's appearance, he seemed to be quietly relieved and couldn't help but sigh.
He frowned and said, "It's a coincidence that our Three Saints Sect also has an uncle with the same name, but he is a direct descendant of the Zhao family. He has reached the level of the ancestor of the Golden Pill at a young age, which is beyond our comparison!"
After saying this, the disciple of the Three Saints Sect lowered his head again and started recording without looking at the man again.
"Calendar?"
"I was a disciple of the Poyun Sect at first, but now I am just a casual cultivator."
The man said without changing his expression, and the depression in his voice was clearly felt by everyone around him.
"I have heard of the Po Yun Sect, and later it was said that it was destroyed by the Holy Demon Sect. However, how can you prove that you were once a disciple of the Po Yun Sect?"
As he said that, the disciple of the Sansheng Sect who was recording information just now frowned. It seemed that his wrist was sore from holding the pen for a long time, and he couldn't help but turn it back and forth twice.
Naturally, this question could not stump Kong Laosan. He casually mentioned the names of a few elders of the Poyun Sect and passed the test smoothly. He received a small order issued by the Three Saints Sect and disappeared with the flow of people.
Due to the special nature of the Three Holy Mountains, the most noisy one in the entire Three Holy Islands
The place is undoubtedly the market formed at the foot of the Three Sacred Mountains. Various shops stand along the street, such as Dan Shop, Qi Pavilion, Fu Shop, etc., almost surrounding the entire San Sacred Mountain. It is bustling with traffic and people, making it very noisy.
Walking among the crowd, Kong Laosan had no expression on his face. Looking at the people coming and going around him, not only did he not feel the slightest prosperity, but there was a sense of urgency. Countless cultivators from the Sansheng Sect were patrolling back and forth to check.
The token, if there is no small order issued by the Three Saints Sect, will be taken down on the spot. If anyone dares to resist, he will be killed on the spot.
He frowned secretly. He still knew too little about the situation now, so it seemed that he should find a place to inquire about the information first. Thinking of this, Kong Laosan looked around and walked into a restaurant.
Zuixianglou can only be regarded as a low-to-medium-grade restaurant. The people coming and going are some casual cultivators who are refining Qi and building foundations. It is not a meal at this time. Except for a few drunkards who are already drunk, the restaurant seems a bit deserted.
, seeing this, Kong Laosan directly asked for a guest room, intending to take a rest first.
The guest room is not big, but the decoration is antique. It may have been dyed with some kind of incense. There is a light fragrance in the room. Taking a whiff, it feels a little refreshing.
Entering the room, Kong Laosan looked around. The power of his spiritual thoughts surged out, and he looked around the room three times. Then he waved his sleeves and made a control. Then he breathed a long sigh of relief, and followed his face.
His upper tendons began to stir for a while, and he returned to the appearance of a middle-aged Taoist priest.
After vomiting for a moment, Kong Laosan slowly opened his eyes, turned his palms, and two storage bags, one blue and one gray, fell into his hands. They were the ones he had obtained from Taoist Sun and Zhao Yu earlier. They had already lost their souls.
Gui Mingming, the spiritual imprint on the storage bag was naturally brushed away by Kong Laosan. With a random shake, all kinds of miscellaneous things fell out with a crash.
Apart from a pile of spiritual stones that were dazzling all over the ground, there were only some middle-grade and high-grade spiritual weapons left. But what surprised Kong Laosan was that the late-stage foundation-building cultivator named Zhao Yu
The family of this person is actually much richer than Taoist Sun, the ancestor of the Pill Formation. In addition to some spiritual stones and spiritual weapons, a brand new Talisman Soldier and a faint weapon were also shaken out from the blue storage bag.
The small sword was flowing with green light, and Taoist Sun's storage bag only contained some talisman elixirs, which made Kong Laosan disappointed for a while.
In addition to these, the rest are some sundries, Taoist robes, clothing, and the like. Kong Laosan will not keep these things, nor will he care about them. After classifying these spiritual stones, spiritual weapons, talismans, and elixirs,
, then his eyes fell on the remaining talisman weapon and small sword.
The Talisman Soldier is about the size of a palm, and its body is green. There is a blood shadow in the shape of a skull printed on it. It looks a bit eye-catching. The reason why Kong Laosan noticed this Talisman Soldier is not that the Talisman Soldier has a special appearance or extraordinary power.
And so on, but because the skull sealed in the Talisman Soldier is a real ghost.
The formation of ghosts is diverse. After some practitioners lose their souls and do not want to rebuild their lives, they will embark on the ghost path, practice ghost techniques, condense ghost energy, and gain new life in another way.
When Kong Laosan first embarked on the path of cultivation, the Gui Yunzi he met was the one who had transferred to the path of ghost cultivation. It is said that in the great catastrophe of the world 30,000 years ago, in addition to the creatures of the demon realm, the ghost realm also participated in it.
One kick, therefore, there are not a few ghost techniques circulating in the world of immortality today.
However, generally speaking, once a creature turns to the ghost path, it usually stays away from the crowd and becomes solitary. Therefore, although there are many ghost cultivators in the world of immortality, whether you can meet them depends on luck.
Like a cat smelling the fishy smell, in the spirit beast bag, subtle and strong devouring intentions were clearly transmitted to Kong Laosan's mind, but Kong Laosan was extremely interested in this talisman and would not let these borers
Devour it.
In addition to this talisman weapon, Kong Laosan was also surprised by the remaining small sword. The small sword was about three feet long and emitted a very faint green light. As Kong Laosan waved it gently, the small sword
Like water waves, waves of spiritual power lines appeared around it, and it seemed that it could vaguely communicate with the spiritual power of heaven and earth.
This scene is undoubtedly a feature that only a magical weapon can have. However, this small sword has not reached the requirements of a magical weapon in terms of material quality or the richness of the spiritual power of heaven and earth it can induce. This makes Kong Laosan very puzzled, but after careful investigation
After a while, Kong Laosan finally discovered a clue. On the small sword, which was only two fingers wide, there were countless micro formations as big as soybeans connected together, covering the entire sword. At a glance, they looked like patterns, giving people a sense of
A dizzying feeling.
"Array Soldier! And it's an extremely powerful array weapon!"
Kong Laosan murmured, there is no doubt that the formation on the sword is undoubtedly the masterpiece of a formation master.
Using the spiritual power in the body as the source, stimulating the power of the formation on the sword, thereby communicating the spiritual power of heaven and earth, even a foundation-building cultivator can exert some of the power of the ancestor of the Jie Dan.
After playing with it for a while, he put away the talisman soldiers and the small sword. Kong Laosan sighed softly, seeming a little emotional, but then he gathered his thoughts, put on a disguise, opened the door, and headed downstairs.
At this moment, the restaurant was already overcrowded, and there were all kinds of noisy sounds, just like a busy city.
The restaurant's business is good, and the people who come and go are practitioners who are in the realm of Qi refining and foundation building, and most of them are casual practitioners. After getting to know each other, they don't shy away from chatting.
Kong Laosan glanced around, trying to find a place to sit down, but at a glance, there was no spare seat anywhere in the entire hall on the first floor.
Just when Kong Laosan was thinking about whether to go upstairs and wait for a while, he suddenly saw a few eyes looking in his direction, vaguely pointing. Kong Laosan subconsciously turned his head to look. When he saw several people clearly
After dressing up as a disciple of the Sansheng Sect, my heart couldn't help but sink slightly.