Chapter 280 The withered blood Daoji of the autopsy, meet and give gifts to brother
Although he had the idea of keeping the little devil Buddha in his heart, Qin Yang did not say it out loud.
The trapped beast is still fighting. What the Little Devil Buddha did just now really made the two of them feel cold. It was just that they were blind, so the impact on their strength was not too great.
The Little Demon Buddha is afraid of the ancestor they are carrying on their backs, but the two of them know that the ancestor is unreliable and are wary of the Little Demon Buddha's ruthlessness. Neither of them wants to take action first if necessary.
If you take action, you must ensure that the person is killed.
There is no need now. Qin Yang is naturally not willing to risk his life to kill the little devil Buddha. Who knows what other tricks this guy has.
At the beginning, apart from opening the lid of Haidao-kun's coffin and shaking hands with him, he could give up on everything else.
And Yan Jingchang...
Qin Yang just glanced at him and knew that this guy wouldn't be able to take action unless he was cornered.
Continuing to move towards the Dao Palace, I still encountered no evil spirits along the way, and no one else saw their shadows.
Qin Yang was happy to hear this. It would be best if no one came to disrupt the situation.
Walking all the way to the Dao Palace, looking up at the huge thing hanging in the air, Yan Jingchang looked a little ugly, his legs were trembling, and his waist was a little rickety...
"Brother Qin, I can't walk anymore..."
"Brother Lu Guang, how far have you walked, and your legs are actually weak..." Qin Yang said with a teasing look on his face.
"No, it's this old ancestor who's getting heavier and heavier..." Yan Jingchang's face turned pale, and he struggled to retreat a little bit. His stooped waist straightened up, and his trembling legs returned to normal...
"Why didn't I feel it?" Qin Yang glanced sideways at the wedding dress, but had no reaction at all.
"Brother Qin, I think this old ancestor is unwilling to move forward. There must be great dangers ahead. I'm afraid I won't be able to move forward with Brother Qin." Yan Jingchang hesitated a little. After all, he had promised to encounter anything later.
He's in charge...
But now he couldn't move forward at all. After entering the Dao Palace, the weight of this bald ancestor began to rise straight up. After only taking a dozen steps, it was like carrying a mountain on his back, making it difficult to move even an inch.
"Okay, Brother Green Light, just wait here, I have to move on." Qin Yang looked full of regret. He was a good bodyguard, but he slipped up at the critical moment, but he can't be blamed for this...
"Then I will warm up the magic weapon here. Brother Qin, please be more careful." Yan Jingchang sighed, looking gloomy.
The reputation of Sanjie Mountain is going to be stained. It failed to deliver on what it promised...
Qin Yang secretly laughed, this guy is really a real person...
"Brother Luguang, please feel free to warm and nourish the magic weapon here. This Taoist palace has many charms. It is the Taoist palace of a titled Taoist. There is also purple energy coming from the east, which is used to warm and nourish the spirituality of the magic weapon. It is best
However, it is three points better than the Blessed Land. When I finish my work, I will meet up with Brother Green Light again..."
Qin Yang turned around and left, continuing to move forward.
This place is on the edge of the Dao Palace. Unfortunately, you cannot use the flying escape method, so there is no way to go up.
The Dao Palace is suspended in mid-air, as if it is located on a floating island. It is thick at the top and thin at the bottom. We can only continue to move forward and reach the center point directly below the Dao Palace.
Once you get there, you can climb up.
The further forward, the heavier the pressure in the air becomes, as if gravity is constantly rising, suppressing everything below.
If one had not practiced the Zixiao Dao Sutra, and the power of Zixiao Daojun comes from the same source, and enters here with a three-yuan body, it would be impossible to move even an inch.
The wedding dress on her back was still unresponsive and quiet.
Thinking of the bald ancestor, he was not willing at all, or maybe he did not dare to enter the Dao Palace.
Qin Yang couldn't help but secretly wonder, because the wedding dress was so unresponsive, or in other words, there were no taboos, could she be Taojun Zixiao's unmarried daughter-in-law?
It's wrong to think that way. Master Zixiao already has a son, so how could he have an unmarried wife?
Looking at her figure in the wedding dress, she doesn't look like she has given birth to a son.
Is that Taojun Zixiao's concubine?
The second wife you married?
Not likely either.
As for Burying Haidaojun, that is even more impossible. He is buried here, and it is impossible for the wedding dress not to come to him for so many years.
If he doesn't understand, he won't think about it anymore. Anyway, as long as Marry Yi remains so quiet and can help him when he encounters a crisis, he will be content.
We rushed all the way to the Dao Palace, followed the hanging mountain top, and climbed up along the negative angle for dozens of miles, and finally climbed to the edge of the Dao Palace.
Looking up, the ground is paved with purple gold. Each gold brick is carved with complex patterns and runes, and each brick is different.
Purple gold is the most commonly used metal material. It is very compatible with most materials. From magic weapons to precious weapons, it is used in the refining of many magic weapons, especially sword cultivators.
It is almost always used when making swords.
It is very valuable and not light in weight. One pot weighs one hundred thousand kilograms. In most cases, when refining magic weapons, just adding a few kilograms or taels of purple gold is enough.
But here, the floor is used as floor tiles...
"Master Zixiao is really rich." Qin Yang looked envious, then squatted down and tried to see if he could pry up these floor tiles...
All you need to do is dig up all these floor tiles, and you can then use money to smash people to death.
After trying a few times, Qin Yang sighed and gave up the plan.
The entire Taoist palace is so integrated that even the floor tiles cannot be dug out.
Skills can’t be picked up either…
Out of sight, out of mind, I simply stopped looking.
I raised my head and looked around. A few miles ahead, there was a hundred-foot-high archway with the two characters "Zixiao" written on it, which meant that this was the Zixiao Taoist Palace.
This is the main entrance of the Taoist Palace. When choosing the direction before, I studied the map and determined this place.
Climbing up from other directions would be regarded as illegal intrusion, and there is no way to enter the Taoist palace.
Looking into the depths of the Taoist Palace, it is misty, steaming, and full of death. You can vaguely see a large group of buildings, row after row, arranged in an orderly manner. Just the layout, there is a mysterious and mysterious charm hidden inside.
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But deeper, there is a shadow shrouding it, suppressing the aura of the Taoist palace.
After the true energy circulates in the body, one can immediately feel that the two are tit for tat, entangled and pulled together. It is obvious that the Tao Palace Qi Yun is at a disadvantage and is being eroded step by step.
"Zixiao Dao Palace..." Qin Yang murmured to himself, and his heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate.
The majestic, upright, and majestic aura naturally comes from the Taoist palace of Taoist Zixiao, and the shadow is like a black hole hidden under the shadow, bottomless, like a demon king, opening its huge mouth and swallowing the whale.
Haina wants to swallow up all this heaven and earth.
It's obviously a demonic path, but it really gives him the feeling that the devil is as high as the Dao. His wantonness, wildness, and non-compliance with the rules will make people have a firm idea for the first time.
This is the road of panic, and there is no doubt about it.
Qin Yang has no prejudice against orthodoxy, evil ways, evil ways, or evil ways. He is not from this world, and he knows very well that strength belongs to strength, and people belong to people.
Evil paths and demonic paths have a bad reputation simply because there are more and more reckless monks who follow these paths, but they don't know how to hide them.
Among the orthodox monks, there are many little people who look like donkey dung and have a shiny appearance.
Sensing the aura hidden in the center from a distance, Qin Yang felt more and more that what Zixiao Daojun said back then might have been a bit too subjective...
But this matter is none of your own business. It doesn’t matter whether Lord Burial of the Sea is a tyrant, a true villain, or a hypocrite, as long as you can get hold of the Secret Code of Burial of the Sea.
It's okay to erect a monument for him and write "A Gentleman" on it.
Walking along the Zijin Avenue, passing the archway, it was like passing through an invisible film. The mist disappeared, and the falling purple divine light no longer obscured the sight.
But Qin Yang's steps suddenly stopped.
There was a petite figure in front of him, with his back to him, standing there motionless.
Taking a closer look, Qin Yang's heart skipped a beat.
Withered Blood Dao Ji?
She actually came up first?
He glanced left and right, and found that the place was empty for miles, with not even a place to cover himself, and no withered blood Taoist soldiers were seen at all.
After standing there for a few breaths, Qin Yang listened carefully, but could not detect the sound of the withered Dao Ji.
Carefully walking around from the side to the front, Qin Yang discovered it.
The Withered Blood Dao Ji is actually dead...
She stood there, with a trace of anger remaining on her face, her expression was ferocious, and her facial features were a little distorted. Her eyes were opened angrily, but there were no pupils, and her eyes were gray and white, which was extremely strange.
Qin Yang hesitated for a moment and slowly approached.
When he was ten feet away, he waved his hand, and the breeze blew by, blowing away the withered blood Dao Ji's scattered hair, and causing her body to fall to the ground.
Seeing no reaction, Qin Yang moved closer to observe carefully.
There were four bloody holes on the left and right sides of her neck. The wounds were black and blue, and the blood had solidified.
There was also a hole the size of a baby's fist on the top of her head, and her head was completely empty, with nothing left.
Qin Yang looked at the eight blood holes on her neck. The blood hole in the middle was slightly larger, while the blood holes on both sides were slightly smaller.
Stretching out his hands to compare, Qin Yang couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
Withered Blood Dao Ji, someone used both hands to forcefully insert it into her neck, and her neck was almost torn apart. Looking at the faint bulges on the skin, if you reach out and touch it, you can tell that it is broken.
Cervical vertebrae.
When I touched it with my hand, there was no response from the skill.
It means that the withered blood Dao Ji is not dead yet...
Looking at the bloody hole on her vagina, it looked more like it had exploded from the inside out.
Since the Withered Blood Dao Ji can refine living people into withered Blood Dao soldiers that are half human and half corpse, then she should also know a method of corpse dissolution.
The furnace door exploded and the furnace was as empty as a field. This is the most typical feature of a corpse dissection method.
By using the method of corpse dissolution, the power will skyrocket in a short period of time, and then these powers will wrap up the soul, break open the brine gate and fly out. After giving up the body, some corpse dissolution methods will even wrap up the cultivation base and escape together.
As long as you have a suitable physical body, you can be reborn and start over again. At most, your level will fall and it will take a long time to recover.
When encountering a fatal crisis, the method of corpse exhumation is the glimmer of hope.
Qin Yang carefully observed the body of the withered Dao Ji. Apart from the four blood holes on the neck and the shattered cervical vertebrae, no other injuries could be found. The internal organs were in decline, but there were no traces of external force.
This illustrates a problem.
With no resistance at all, the withered-blood Dao Ji was approached with fingers inserted into her neck.
She was severely injured, but she dismembered her body and ran away without hesitation, showing no sign of resistance.
It shows that the enemy is far stronger than her, and she must escape as soon as possible to have any hope of seizing the chance of survival.
Combined with the fact that no stored magic weapon could be found on the Withered Blood Dao Ji, Qin Yang felt that this inference was most likely the truth.
So here comes the question, what happened to the Withered Blood Dao Ji?
She had just entered the Dao Palace, and she died tragically here.
The inability to touch the corpse means that the Withered Blood Dao Ji is not dead, and this corpse has become a complete corpse, just like those corpses that have been touched.
Qin Yang was extremely vigilant and recalled the markings on the map.
Passing straight through from the front are some of the more important halls, where Dharma transmission, meetings, central halls, ancestral halls, etc. are all located here.
These places are relatively important. On normal days, there must be people guarding them. Now that it is certain that there is something weird here, the probability of it appearing in the center is relatively high.
On the left and right sides, there are halls with pills, weapons, formations, talismans, and monks as the core. Although there may be traps or formations to guard them.
But without human control, these things are all traceable, which is much safer than facing unknown weirdness.
Going around from the side is obviously the best choice.
On the right side is the weapon, and the formation is in charge. There cannot be any powerful magic formation or magic weapon to suppress it, so the probability of a hard attack is relatively high.
On the left side, there are elixirs and talismans, so it is better to go to the left side.
Talisman is the foundation of the four arts, so it is unlikely that there will be any serious dangers. As for Dan, he has the magical ability to transfer flowers and trees, so he can resist any danger he encounters.
After making a decision, Qin Yang headed to the left, preparing to go around from the left.
Walking along the main road, it took only a moment to burn incense. As soon as I walked out of a fork in the road, I saw Duan Changkong running towards me from the other side of the fork with a tired look.
Behind him, a withered-blooded Taoist soldier with a haggard face, skin and bones, and a corpse-like air shrouded his body, followed closely behind him, a step of more than ten feet.
Seeing Qin Yang, Duan Changkong's face flashed with joy and he shouted loudly.
"Brother, give me a helping hand, and this Wusang sacred tree will be yours!"
Duan Changkong threw it casually, and a piece of black wood as big as his palm was thrown over.
There is a layer of water-like divine light lingering on the sacred tree. As soon as it appears, there is a faint fragrance floating around, driving away the dead energy floating around.
"Send me something?"
The corner of Qin Yang's mouth curled up slightly, and he squinted his eyes and glanced at Duan Changkong and the withered blood Taoist soldiers chasing after him. However, he did not hesitate at all and grabbed the piece of sacred tree in the air.
Burning heat and coldness appeared alternately, changing hundreds of times in one breath, impacting Qin Yang's body. On Qin Yang's face, red and green light flashed frequently. The sudden changes made him stand in place, unable to move at all.
"Hahaha, brother, it's time for you!" Duan Changkong shouted, but his feet suddenly accelerated and he fled sideways.
Qin Yang grinned and activated his picking skills instantly.
After refining this piece of Wumulang sacred wood, the energy and blood all over his body exploded. He stepped on the air and burst the air. His body was shot backward like an arrow from the Xuan.
In the blink of an eye, Duan Changkong was left behind.
"Brother Xie Pong, you are so generous. You give gifts when we meet. You are better at handling things than your grandfather, and you have a bright future!"
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