Zhang Daoling was the founder of Zhengdao, so he was respected by Taoists as the Celestial Master. Therefore, later generations also called Zhengdao the Celestial Master Dao. One can imagine his influence in the Taoist sect.

It is said that in the past, Yunjin Mountain was changed to Longhu Mountain after the True Monarch achieved success in cultivation and showed the shape of a dragon and tiger. How powerful a person must be to change the name of a mountain?

To be honest, He Zhao was a little frightened. Not only did he see the alliance's ancient seal script in the simulation scene, but he also met ancestral figures from countless generations.

"No way?"

He raised his head and looked up at the vaguely visible figure sitting cross-legged on the huge stone tablet that was submerged in the clouds. It was terrifying.

"Zhenyuan!"

How cruel does it need to be suppressed by the founder?

"It's just a dungeon, why is it such a big deal?" The ruthless man swallowed. The figure sitting on the top of the cloud is not still alive!

"If it's just a corpse, am I going to get rich? Of course, the premise is that all the legends about him are true."

If its deeds are as written in history, then in the ancient times of the alliance, wouldn't it be that a group of demons were dancing around, and it was many times more dangerous than it is now.

"It's useless to think too much, what matters is the result."

He Zhao gritted his teeth and secretly said he was offended.

Ignoring the warning from his sixth sense, he sprinted up to the huge stone monument and climbed up using his hands and feet.

The six jade urns that Xi has researched, apart from some side effects of making them by himself, are quite effective. In the future, when he enters a simulated scene dominated by Daxuan again, he will have some ability to protect himself.

And can we meet legendary ancient figures next time?

There is no shop like this in this village!

It's worth taking the risk.

Fortunately, he entered the spirit world at night. Otherwise, with Zhang Shou's weak body, he would have exhausted all his strength and fallen down, screaming, even if he hadn't climbed ten meters.

With the talent [Night King], all-round +10, and the title of Elite, which never tires, He Zhao was extremely fast, and he was halfway up the climb in ten minutes.

After a while, he finally reached the top.

I saw that the top of the stone tablet was extremely flat, and a thin figure was wearing a robe made of jade talismans, sitting cross-legged. On his knees, there was a sword.

The shape of the sword is like raw copper, with a five-jointed hilt. On the sword there are faint runes from the "Ink Urn for Exorcising Ghosts and Convincing Gods", as well as an array of sun, moon and stars.

"It's a pity that we can't bring out the simulation scene."

The robes and the divine sword are definitely the most precious treasures he has seen since he got the simulator. Compared with them, the sacrificial vessels may not even be worthy of carrying shoes.

"well!"

"Zhenjun, I'm offended."

After saying this, He Zhao controlled Zhang Shou's body and stretched out his right hand to touch the forehead of the shriveled corpse.

The art of sending spirits!

That's right, he wanted to use the innate iron law of joy and the mysterious fire of nothingness to peer into Zhang Daoling's life memories.

If it succeeds, it will surely skyrocket.

"Buzz"

The rune robe suddenly shone brightly, and the sound of wind and thunder was heard.

"Boom!"

The gray spiritual sky was filled with countless thunderbolts in an instant.

Danger!

Almost the next second when the sixth sense conveyed the warning, a divine lightning as thick as a bucket struck.

"boom"

Zhang Shou's entire body was reduced to ashes, not even a trace of flesh and blood was left behind.

"snort!"

He Zhao grunted, and the thunder almost knocked him out of his wits, almost ending the game directly.

Not only that, he wanted to enter the corpse, but there was an invisible film blocking him.

"Crack!"

Gray flames burned, and a huge force dragged his spirit, violently smashing through the vague layer of resistance, and penetrated into the corpse's head.

In an instant, he came to a space full of gray mist, and just took a few steps forward. At some point, an arch bridge appeared under his feet.

Seeing this, Wu Renzhao could only bite the bullet and continue. After crossing the bridge, his sight suddenly became wider.

"Rumble"

"Crack!"

Heavy raindrops fell from the clouds in the sky, and He Zhao wiped his face. It felt so real. It was as if he was not in a simulated scene, or in Zhang Daoling's memory, but a living person.

Lowering his head, he saw that he was dressed as a Confucian scholar, holding Qingfeng in his left hand, carrying a bookcase behind him, and hanging a jade pendant on his waist. Its shape was very strange, as he was wearing a long robe, a crown on his head, and his hands were clasped on his chest.

portrait.

"interesting."

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked towards the dilapidated temple where fire was coming from not far ahead.

This was the first time that he could control the spirit of his body in his memory, which was quite a novel feeling.

After a while, we arrived successfully.

In the temple, several sections of dead wood were burning to disperse the cold air around them. Beside the bonfire, there were men sitting in groups of twos and threes, drinking wine and eating meat.

Looking at their attire, there are old farmers, caravans, and a group of fierce-looking men.

They each divided their boundaries and formed three forces to warm themselves up.

The sixth sense did not send any warning, and he was safe for the time being.

"Scholar, you can't squeeze in anymore, let's go. There is a small town fifteen miles ahead where you can stay overnight." In the temple, the old farmer scolded.

He Zhao smiled and didn't take it seriously. He strode forward, took off his wet coat, and baked as if no one else was around. It is worth mentioning that he never put down the three-foot green blade in his hand.

""

The old farmer glanced at him complainingly and continued to pour himself a drink from the wine gourd.

"well!"

Sighing, the rude man burst into laughter upon seeing this.

"There is fire and wine, why are you sighing?"

"That's right, maybe I want to eat meat!"

A group of people around him started cheering, but the old farmer didn't say a word, but still smiled bitterly.

After a while, the rough guys ate up all the meat in their hands, and the remaining wine tasted very boring.

"Scholar, are there any appetizers?"

"have!"

The man who asked the question was delighted and hurriedly continued to ask.

"What dish!"

"Meat."

After saying that, He Zhao unsheathed the three-foot green sword in his hand, and a cold sword light flickered.

"puff!"

A sword pointed at the head.

"Plop!"

The dead body fell to the ground.

"???"

"!!!"

Everyone in the temple looked at the ruthless Zhao who raised his hand to kill with disbelief.

"Look, there's meat."

"Wow!"

Except for the old farmer, the others immediately stood up and retreated. They stopped only when there was no way to retreat.

"Hahaha, a bunch of monsters and monsters are actually afraid of me."

While He Zhao laughed, he secretly thought that he was in danger. With a powerful body that exceeded 10 points in three attributes, he almost missed. The sword edge cut into the opponent's neck, as if it had struck steel.

If it weren't for the experience of the Sword Master Xi Daxuan and the clever use of force, I'm afraid he might not be able to cut off his head. It's not without cost, as his left hand was completely numb and temporarily unable to move.

We can only use our momentum to bluff people and stabilize the rough guys.
To be continued...