At the door of the main hall, Ye Ling was suddenly stopped by someone. He immediately became alert and took a few steps back before looking back.
The person who spoke was a middle-aged Taoist man: short limbs and slightly fat. He has a big round face with long and thin eyes. He always smiles when he meets everyone, but he has a devilish heart in his heart.
"Fellow Taoist, I'm inviting you!" The fat Taoist shook his fly whisk lightly, but he couldn't see the Gaoshi style.
Many casual cultivators rushed into the hall, but this person stayed out, which Ye Ling did not dare to look down upon.
"What do you call me, Taoist Master? What's the purpose of calling me?"
"Wu Liang, a poor Taoist, saw that his little Taoist friend was very generous, so he took the liberty to come here. There are dangers everywhere in this big tomb, but you should be more careful. Many friends are worse than many enemies. I see you alone, why don't you and I go together? Okay, how about it?”
Ye Ling saw that Wu Liang was surrounded by fairy clouds and had a long Taoist charm. He had the cultivation level of Lingxu Realm. If he attacked him, he would either die or be injured.
As Wu Liang said, many friends are much better than many enemies, so Ye Ling nodded slightly and said: "Ye Ling!"
Friendly on the surface, but defensive at heart.
Wu Liang smiled slightly: "Brother Ye, you and I have stayed here long enough, it's time to go in and see the grand scene inside!"
After saying that, the two stepped into the main hall.
The universe changes within it, forming a small world of its own, several times larger than it appears from the outside.
Ye Ling raised his eyes and saw that there were spiritual stones on both sides of the door, of upper, middle and lower grades. They should have been the size of a small mountain, but there were already casual cultivators collecting them, so there were too many.
Ye Ling's heart was moved. What he needed most at the moment was the spirit stone. The grand occasion here just fulfilled his request.
Next to him, Wu Liang acted like a master and sneered: "The frogs at the bottom of the well cannot see the ocean. A few spiritual stones can stop them from moving forward. How can they still have the heart to realize the truth?"
With that said, he pulled Ye Ling and continued to go deeper.
Going further inside, there are wooden shelves on both sides, each displaying treasures, Taoist tools, exercises, elixirs, and elixirs. They are countless and difficult to estimate.
The foundation of the great sage in the Hedao realm is so profound that he can even support a small sect with it!
Around the two of them, there were corpses of scattered cultivators, all of whom had fought and been killed during the fight. There are still monks fighting on all sides, filling the sky with Taoism and stirring up the void.
Wu Liang was standing quietly next to Ye Ling. Suddenly, with a glance from the corner of his eye, he came up behind a monk and knocked him away with one palm. Then he waved his robe sleeves and knocked out several Taoist artifacts on the shelf in front of him. He took it away and returned to Ye Ling's side.
The speed is so fast that one cannot react. The monk who was knocked away got up from the ground and looked around, but he didn't know who had attacked him.
The corner of Ye Ling's mouth twitched. He originally thought that this fat Taoist master was different from other casual cultivators, but he never expected that this person would be even more shameless. As expected, he lived up to his name.
Wu Liang got the treasure and even sighed: "Everything here is tainted by demonic energy. If you are not careful, you may be injured by the backlash. This can be regarded as a good deed, Supreme Lord!"
Ye Ling couldn't help blurting out: "Master Dao, you are acting like this, I'm afraid it's a bit disgraceful, right?"
Before he finished speaking, Wu Liangzhong ducked away and pointed a dark green long knife at the two fighting monks.
This long sword was what Wu Liang had just obtained. The shadow of the sword was about ten feet long, and the sharp edge was exposed. He cut the two of them off at the waist.
Then Wu Liang put away the Taoist artifacts and elixirs here with a smile, and said: "It's destiny, it's destiny! You're so lucky, it's Taoist master who accepted this gift for you!"
Ye Ling thought to himself, this Wu Liang is really evil, if you follow him, you must be extremely careful.
Just when Ye Ling was about to approach, Wu Liang found another unlucky man, succeeded in a sneak attack, and obtained the rare treasure here. He smiled and said: "Immortal treasures are treasured and belong to virtuous people. This is the law of nature!"
Ye Ling shook his head helplessly. He didn't care about the precious Taoist artifacts here now. There was a demon king guarding them outside. Even if he collected all the treasures, he still didn't know if he could leave alive.
Wu Liang collected a lot of good things, returned to Ye Ling's side, put on an image of a master, and said: "Little friend Ye is unmoved when faced with all the treasures on the ground. As expected, he is just like a poor man, his heart is as calm as water." , The bright moon is in the sky!"
Ye Ling was speechless and said: "Master Dao, I don't know at all that you are praising me!"
Wu Liang didn't care, with a solemn expression on his face: "Pindao feels that there must be a treasure of the Demon Saint inside. Let's go and take a look quickly, lest others suffer disaster. As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will? Pindao." Dao Lai Ye!"
After saying this, Wu Liang grabbed Ye Ling and walked through the air towards the depths of the hall.
Deep in the hall, talented people from many forces were fighting around a ten-foot-long wooden box, their brilliance and power soaring to the sky.
Among them, the two female monks Han Ruoling and Li Mengdie fought the most fiercely. Linglong Paradise and Shuijing Cave have always been at odds with each other, and their disciples are enemies of each other. Therefore, as long as there is a reason, the two sides will inevitably fight.
If they were facing other forces, the two of them might still have some scruples, but if they were fighting each other, no matter life or death, the sect would support them unconditionally.
Outside the battlefield, "Xu Hong" was sitting cross-legged on the ground. It looked like he had been seriously injured and could not move.
Wu Liang pulled Ye Ling and flew over. When he saw the melee here, he hurriedly landed on the ground and hid aside, but all he could see was the wooden box.
"The box itself is an earth-level defensive weapon, and what it contains must be a higher-level Tianji weapon! It's really a worthwhile trip for me!"
Ye Ling was unmoved and asked, "Master Tao, why don't you go grab the box?"
"Is Pindao the kind of person who is greedy for treasures?" Wu Liang suddenly said seriously: "I'm just afraid that these people will lose their lives because of some external possessions. God has the virtue of good life, and Pindao also has mercy on the world. It's supreme. Heavenly Lord!"
Ye Ling was full of contempt and said: "In that case, you should go and break up the fight and ask them to stop fighting."
"It's necessary," Wu Liang kept shaking his head: "They are all stubborn people, it's better to wait and see what happens!"
Those in the melee are young talents from various major forces, and their cultivation levels are much higher than Wu Liang's. If he rushes out at this time, he will definitely become cannon fodder.
Ye Ling looked around and saw "Xu Hong" sitting beside him, then his figure flashed and came to his side. Although I don't know if Xu Hong can be rescued, at least Ye Ling has not given up on this matter.
"Xu Hong" saw Ye Ling and said angrily: "Why did you come just now? The sacred object will be snatched away by this group of humans!"
Ye Ling said: "With my current level of cultivation, it is impossible for me to intervene. If I come early and come late, what difference does it make? But do you have any way to deal with it?"
"Xu Hong" whispered: "I am injured now and cannot move. I can only rely on you!"
With that said, "Xu Hong" handed Ye Ling a green thumb ring and said to him: "This is the storage Taoist artifact given to me by King Peng. This Taoist artifact is a relic of Saint Peng, with Taoist patterns imprinted on it, etc." When the holy object is born, you immediately use your spiritual power to activate this finger, and the holy object will naturally be attracted into it!"
Ye Ling took the ring and put it in the palm of his hand to watch. But seeing that it was densely packed with Dao patterns, it was dazzling.
The storage vessel forms a small space of its own, imprinted with the laws of space. Only those in the Mingwei Realm and the Hedao Realm can create it. Therefore, there are not many Taoist storage utensils left in the world. This relic of the Demon Saint is already extremely precious.
Ye Ling held the jasper ring in his hand and stood beside "Xu Hong". At this moment, he could only wait and see what happened and could not act rashly.
The younger generation of the various factions truly lived up to their reputation. When they struck, they were quick, sharp, and deadly, putting the older generation to shame.
"There are talents from every generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years." This statement is true.
Ye Ling raised his eyes and saw Luo Hanjiang of the Sky-Bearing Sword Gate, standing in the void with his sword in hand. He did not join the fight here, but watched the battle coldly.
Before Ye Ling's eyes fell on him, he was crushed by the sharp energy around him. Ye Ling was shocked. He didn't expect that Luo Hanjiang had such a deep understanding of the art of swordsmanship, which made him change his face slightly.
Luo Hanjiang's gaze was neither warm nor cold, but it seemed as if he wanted to penetrate Ye Ling, giving him a lot of pressure, and he did not dare to express his anger.
For his own sake, Luo Hanjiang stepped forward, and the sharp energy gushed out crazily from the tip of the sword. It poured out from the void like a cold river through the world, and immediately divided the entire battlefield, causing everyone to stop and watch.
Duan Hanzhang looked gloomy and scolded: "Luo Hanjiang, if you want to fight for it, you will end up like this. What's the point of such a sneak attack?"
Luo Hanjiang put his sword aside and said in a cold voice: "You are really noisy, why don't I break the wooden box for you, see the sacred object, and then fight for it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Hanjiang struck out with another sword, and the power of swordsmanship suddenly emerged, evolving into endless sword marks, cutting through the void, and breaking the sound barrier.
The wooden box was hit hard by this sword, and the top cover slowly opened. The five-color divine light inside instantly filled the entire space, alarming everyone in the hall.
"This...this is!"
