597. Tomb of Hell

Author: The prosperous Tang Dynasty without night

597. Tomb of Hell

Jiang Mingzhu leaned on the railing and looked out. She saw that the sky was shining brightly, the dark clouds had dispersed, and there was a slight smile on the corners of her lips.

"good."

She is wearing a green skirt, with an ebony hairpin stuck in her bun. The aura around her body is light and vigorous, as if she has infinite vitality. She is already a perfect monk in the middle stage of becoming a god, and is only one step away from the later stage.

Jiang Heng, the ancestor of the Jiang family, strolled over with a hint of admiration on his face. Now Jiang Mingzhu's cultivation level is getting higher and higher, and he has established the natural path. Although he is in the middle stage, his ability is only as good as that in the later stage.

Moreover, it is natural to absorb the charm of heaven and earth, and it will only become more powerful as you practice deeply.

Given time, you will be able to achieve great things.

Jiang Heng looked at where Jiang Mingzhu was looking at Lei Jie and said: "This Lu family's immortal embryo does have the grace of a sword. If Ming Linlang hadn't taken the lead, he would have led the Lu family to become more powerful in Kunlun."

Jiang Mingzhu thought of Ming Linlang who was practicing in seclusion, smiled and shook her head and said: "His path has been completed, and his future achievements will not be inferior to mine."

There are thousands of sword cultivators in China, but this sentimental sword has never appeared in thousands of years. And this swordsmanship embodies the seven emotions and six desires that all living beings have, and is similar to the great road of concentricity.

There are no strong or weak points among the three thousand avenues, but there are methods that are mutually reinforcing and mutually reinforcing. The avenue of the heart is an impeccable one. Those who have achieved great success can create all kinds of dharma with one heart and penetrate the world.

The power of the Passionate Sword is evident.

Jiang Mingzhu looked at Ancestor Jiang Heng and asked, "I must have come here not for this matter?"

Jiang Heng has been cultivating for four thousand years. As an Earthly Immortal of Nine Tribulations, how can he come to look for her after being promoted to a god?

Seeing the woman in the yellow skirt, she nodded and said, "Yes, there are changes in the Demon Realm, and the sect needs to send cultivators of the Digital God Realm and the Fusion Realm to check it out."

Jiang Mingzhu's beautiful eyes flashed slightly, with a bit of edge.

"Ancestor, can you tell me what kind of mutation it is?"

Jiang Heng straightened his expression, lowered his eyes, and spoke coldly.

"There have always been twelve great demon kings in the demon realm, and there are three demon emperors. Only the Mahayana demon cultivator can be called the demon emperor. The titles of the current demon emperors are Qingfeng, Yinqi, and Golden Crocodile."

"That Yinlin took over the position of the previous White Tiger Demon Emperor. The White Tiger Demon Emperor belongs to the tiger clan. This lineage has constant power and frequently causes chaos."

"In recent days, people from the Tianji sect have visited and stated that the power of the Demon Realm's earth line has been passing away. This matter concerns the world and must not be taken lightly. We cannot fully communicate with the Demon Realm that has become a chaos now.

Trust me, you have to go and investigate on your own."

"The demon clan has too strong a sense of territory. If we take action, we will inevitably feel wary. On the contrary, we will be restricted everywhere. It will also cause unfavorable changes in the Mahayana situation in Tianji Palace. Therefore, after discussion in the palace, we only allow each sect to send Yangtianxia cultivators.

Those who go to the demon realm."

When Jiang Mingzhu heard these words, she already understood in her heart.

The actions in the Demon Realm are sometimes ridiculous, and the other cultivators can't really relax, but they are also afraid of the Demon Emperor, so they can only go there as a cultivator who has transformed into a god.

The power of the earth's veins is of great importance, and there must be a mystery behind its passage, which needs to be explored.

"Now Kunlun has made a decision to send seven transformed gods, three of them combined, to the Demon Realm. You are one of them, and Lu Changfeng should also be among them."

Jiang Mingzhu nodded in agreement and agreed to the matter.

Jiang Heng said: "The Jimen people calculated the general direction that day, and at the same time, there were many opportunities for births in the Demon Realm. To make up for it, the Demon Emperor is willing to let me compete with the mature seven-color nine-pattern cloud lotus. If you and other monks get the lotus seeds, what will happen to them?"

Practicing spiritual practice is of great benefit."

This cloud lotus was born from the essence of heaven and earth. It is a top-notch spiritual object of the third grade. It is inevitable for ordinary Mahayana people to be tempted, so the three demon emperors were willing to give it up.

Jiang Mingzhu continued: "Is there any plan for the sword?"

Jiang Heng shook his head, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"She is still in the late stage of spiritual transformation at a young age. She has strong energy and spirit. She is about to attack the integration cultivation level. She should not go this time."

Jiang Mingzhu also had a look of praise in her eyes, but she remembered something and said with a smile: "I don't know what kind of cultivation that person is now, but she hasn't been born for many years."

Jiang Heng fluttered his sleeves and turned around, strolling away.

"Wushuang, just be prepared, I will leave first."

Jiang Mingzhu bowed slightly and said, "Best farewell to me, ancestor."

…

The sun is shining, the wind is blowing and the clouds are calming.

Pei Xihe and Zhao Hanfeng were sitting in the same rocking chairs and were reading bamboo slips. When they encountered something unclear, they consulted with their master.

Pei Xihe had gifted the Immortal Crystal to Zhao Qingtang a long time ago. Although he was quite embarrassed, he knew his intentions and was forced by the situation, so he accepted it and devoted himself to practice.

Now with the help of the Immortal Crystal, within about two months, the aura emanating from the thatched cottage became more and more fairy-like, and it was getting closer to the Earthly Immortal of the Five Tribulations.

Pei Xihe read the document carefully and asked the master.

"Master, if you use the strong wind to fuse the blade of the sword, the power will be infinite, and it can also be extended and regenerated, but I always feel that it is a bit lacking in heat."

In the Holy Demon Realm, she used the Gangfeng to refine her body and developed a rudimentary sword move. However, for eight years in the Holy Demon Palace, she spent her eight years studying scriptures and scriptures, not sword skills.

This sword move has not yet been fully formed.

Zhao Hanfeng smiled on the rocking chair and said: "I have read more than a month's scriptures, but recently I started to study the thunder method. I think I want to understand the power of one or two thunders. It's not bad that wind and thunder complement each other."

"If you can fuse wind and thunder into a sword, and use the immortal true meaning as the core, your power will naturally be endless."

Pei Xihe nodded, his eyes thoughtful.

She did have this idea. The strength of thunder and the lightness of wind complement each other, but the integration of the two is not that easy.

Zhao Hanfeng stretched out his right palm, and magic power emerged. The power of the Nine Yins turned into a nine-tailed black dragon surging in it, and suddenly it transformed into a purple dragon with flashing lightning and a white dragon with a light body.

The purple dragon and the white dragon collided, the wind as quiet as a virgin suddenly moved like a rabbit, and the fierce thunder began to last forever.

Pei Xihe watched carefully and saw something colorful and dancing.

The wind and thunder change, interweave and change in thousands of ways. If you want to integrate it into the sword, it will take some effort, but Zhao Hanfeng has pointed out a clear way for her with his thousands of years of practice experience.

The two dragons merged together, the wind and thunder roared, and they soared into the sky.

"Thank you, master."

Zhao Hanfeng withdrew his right hand, enjoyed the warm sunlight on the rocking chair, and said, "With your understanding, you will definitely be able to gain some understanding in less than a month."

And suddenly his eyes widened a bit, and he looked towards the wooden house. The aura in it became chaotic, and it seemed that something had changed.

"That little fox seems to be about to break through."

It has only been more than two months. Even with the help of that spiritual creature, it can be seen how powerful the Sky Fox bloodline is.

A figure swept out from it, carrying platinum brilliance, with nine tails spread out behind it, and immediately rushed into the sky to meet the thunderclouds.

Pei Xihe's eyes flashed sharply, and it seemed that the time was coming.

…

Demon realm.

Among the silent mountains and rivers, a scarlet breath swept out from the ground. The night was dark, and the bones were stark.

And those scarlet gas entangled the bones, making a sudden "creak" sound.

A gray stone tablet suddenly emerged from the deep soil. It turned out that this place was actually a tomb, and the sound of a tiger roaring could be faintly heard.

In an instant, the yin energy lingered, and hundreds of ghosts walked in the night.
Chapter completed!