Seeing these two words, Qin Yang's eyes darkened and he almost fainted...
The past flashed through my mind quickly, and the rumors I heard these days popped up from the depths of my mind like fake corpses, coupled with some words the old man said...
Qin Yang felt a sweet taste in his throat and almost vomited blood.
Taoist door? Stealing door!
My initial reaction turned out to be correct. The real truth was denied by myself at the beginning...
Who would have thought that old man Wei Chengcheng would be so deceived? What he said was honest, but out of a hundred sentences, only the most crucial word was false...
Dao and bandit are just one word apart, and the truth will naturally become two different things.
No wonder the relationship with the Magic Stone Holy Sect is not good, it’s just a minor conflict...
They even invited the master of their sect leader out of his ancestral tomb to bask in the sun. It’s strange that the relationship can be improved.
No wonder the old man hates seeing other people's good deeds, and gloats about others' misfortunes all day long. If he goes out and pulls out a random sect, he is afraid that no one will want to see the thieves. Of course, the old man doesn't want to see them either...
After regaining control of his body, Qin Yang looked melancholy and murmured: "Master, can you just become a disciple and not join the sect?"
It’s fine if I can’t find a big tree to enjoy the shade, but now I’ve found a lightning rod. I’m a target wherever I go. As far as I know, both of the Three Holy Sects of Huliang have a grudge against the Thieving Sect…
"If you don't want to join the sect, you can. As I said before, our sect has no rules. The previous rules have long been lost in history. As long as you don't stab Weishi to death, even if there are other people in the stealing sect, who do you think?
If you don't like it, stab him to death at will. As long as you can withstand others' revenge, you will be happy to watch the fun as a teacher. You can leave now if you want, no one will care..." The old man smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth and stood aside with his hands folded.
As if waiting to watch a show...
As soon as Qin Yang turned around, he saw in the Yin River behind him, the Ping Emperor White Snake, who was also grinning and laughing strangely. His green vertical pupils were full of ridicule and playfulness. He smiled and disappeared into the river...
"..." Qin Yang had a dark face. He boarded the pirate ship and wanted to get off. He didn't even think about it...
The thought of leaving passed away in a flash. Qin Yang looked up to the sky and sighed. If he wanted to leave, I'm afraid it wouldn't be easy. He had to be led by the Ping Emperor White Snake first, and then he had to cross the Demon Stone Ancestral Tomb, and he had to avoid the Sky Patrolling Bone Beast in the middle.
Only by passing through the Demonic Stone Holy Sect's mountain-protecting formation can we overcome most of the dangers...
"My good disciple, just practice here honestly. I spent a lot of effort as a teacher to finally find this place. There is no better or safer place in Huliang than here. The beauty of it is beyond words." The old man said.
Feeling very proud, I clasped my hands in my hands, took the outer steps, and wandered into the mountain gate...
Qin Yang followed behind with a dark face. Since he has become a disciple, he will naturally not regret it. He also knows how the old man treats him. He also has eyes to see and ears to hear. Rumors are just rumors after all...
…
Now it’s purely because I was cheated by the old man, and I feel very unhappy...
"The origin of this place is mysterious. Even the Holy Demon Stone Sect doesn't know much about it. It is said that a demon stone fell from the sky and fell here. I don't know what the demon stone was. Not to mention that it broke through the world. It has residual power and can penetrate several in a row.
The secret realms that have not been discovered by anyone. It is a pity that all these secret realms have become dilapidated due to the breakdown of magic stones. It is especially a pity...
Therefore, the founder of the Holy Demonic Stone Sect set up a large formation, devoured the essence of the sun and moon, and the stars in the sky, refined the spiritual energy, and continuously poured it through the holes that he had penetrated in the past, with the intention of one day revitalizing these secret realms and turning them into the tyrannical power of the Demonic Stone Holy Sect.
Unfortunately, it has not improved much over the years.
The first floor is the Demonic Stone Ancestral Tomb that we passed before. Then go down, pass through the maze-like Yin River, and reach the second floor, which is where we are now. There are many fragments of the secret realm on this floor, and the Thief Gate Mountain Gate is located.
It is a fragment of a secret realm that has never been discovered. It is the safest place. Moreover, there is spiritual energy pouring down from above day and night. With a little effort, you can attract most of the spiritual energy poured down...
…”
The old man was beaming as he spoke, with a proud face on his face, pointing and pointing as he walked.
After crossing the mountain gate, there is a paradise behind. The scorching sun, which was transformed by something unknown, hangs high in the sky. The earth is lush and green, and there is a constant mist of air hanging from the top of the head. From time to time, because the aura is too strong, it turns into a mirage.
A drizzle of rain falls.
Further inward, there are spiritual fields, neatly planned, with endless traffic, and the fragrance of medicine. As the spiritual rain drizzles, these spiritual fields become more fertile at a speed that is almost visible to the naked eye, and their spiritual power is compelling.
In the spiritual field, all kinds of elixirs are as densely packed as growing wheat, making one's scalp numb just by looking at them.
This is simply crazy. How can a normal sect be so prodigal? They gather so much spiritual energy and forcefully water it. Only 10% of the spiritual energy can work. This is the limit. The rest will be wasted...
"How's it going? Not bad. Anyway, there is plenty of spiritual energy. If we don't use it, it will be wasted by pouring it into the bottomless pit. We will temporarily station here. No one can think of it. As long as we no longer dig the ancestral tomb of the Demon Stone Saint Sect,
It is impossible for the Magic Stone Holy Sect to go deep, but will be my strongest protection against theft. After all, they themselves have not even explored the first floor."
"Haha..." Qin Yang laughed dryly. No matter how extravagant his words were, it was undeniable that the Pirate Sect was already so miserable that it even lost its own residence...
The resident was secretly tricked, and the apprentice was also kidnapped...
Qin Yang has given up any hope of stealing the door...
I just hope that when I go out in the future, I will not be recognized by others, otherwise I will be beaten to death by unreasonable and prejudiced masters.
"Let's go. First, I will take you to pay homage to your ancestors and officially enter the ceremony." The old man was in a good mood. He grabbed Qin Yang's shoulders, swayed, and appeared at the door of a dilapidated ancestral hall that was no more than ten feet high.
The ancestral hall is gray and white, and I don't know what material it is made of. There are countless scars on the surface, full of the marks of time. Standing in front of the ancestral hall, desolation, sadness, and unyielding spirit rush towards his face, instantly overwhelming Qin Yang's consciousness.
Qin Yang's consciousness was blurry, and he followed the twisted river of light backwards. After an unknown amount of time, a picture scroll slowly unfolded.
In an ancient world, there is a monster with three heads and six arms. This monster has infinite power. In its hands, the mountains are just a casually thrown plaything. With one opening of its mouth, it can drink up a big river. When it is hungry, it can grab a mountain.
All living creatures, including mountains, were swallowed up by it.
And behind the monster, a man with three eyes on his forehead and no more than seven feet tall risked death at any time. He followed closely behind the monster with fear and fear, constantly observing the patterns on the monster's body, observing the monster's battles, and observing everything about the monster...
…
Record it on the animal skin. Time flies. I don’t know how long it took. When the animal skin is full, the man tattoos the remaining records on himself. When the demon disappears in the end, the man’s body is covered with records made of scars.
, until finally he carved the last few ancient words on his forehead.
Qin Yang didn't understand these words, but he instantly understood the meaning of the last few words.