Du Yong waited for a long time but received no response, so he kowtowed again and raised his voice and shouted, "Master, my disciple Du Yong has something urgent to report."
But still no response.
"Master, disciple Du Yong has something urgent to report."
Du Yong kowtowed again and shouted.
This time there was some strength in his voice.
Yet the result remains the same.
"Master, wouldn't it be possible that he passed away a long time ago?"
Du Yong looked at the stone door of the cave that was already covered with moss, and had a bad guess in his mind.
In fact, he has thought about this more than once.
This cave is the forbidden area of Daqiong Sect. The stone gate of the cave has not been opened for more than five thousand years. The leaders of the past generations only know that this is the cave of Yan Ji, the founder of Daqiong Sect, and there are instructions that unless there is an attempt to destroy the sect, It is dangerous, otherwise no one can disturb the ancestor's practice of divine arts.
The successive heads of the Daqiong Sect strictly abide by the instructions and have not knocked on the door for more than five thousand years.
Who can live in seclusion for five thousand years without eating or drinking?
In Du Yong's knowledge, no one can.
So every time when he thought about this forbidden place, he couldn't help but suspect that the founding sect's founder had attained enlightenment, otherwise he would have been out of seclusion long ago.
He felt that most of the past sect masters knew it well in their hearts. The reason why they did not knock on the door to ask for confirmation was because the sect had never been in danger of being exterminated. Secondly, he did not want to expose the truth, so he always had hope in his heart and felt that the founder of the sect was the founder of the sect. Just being in the cave can ensure that Da Qiongzong will have nothing to worry about.
Du Yong didn't want to expose the truth, but the people sent to find out the information came back and told him that Zhang Xiaozu and Zhou Jianlai had led the people from the Tianque Sect to destroy the Lingjian Sect. He knew that after the Lingjian Sect was destroyed, it would be his turn to be Da Qiong. Zong was at a critical juncture of life and death, and he had no choice but to do so.
I only hope that the founder of the founding sect is still alive and can come out with magic weapons from the sky to help Daqiong Sect overcome this difficulty.
Boom, boom, boom.
Du Yong bravely stood up and walked to the door. He knocked hard on the stone door three times with his fingers and shouted tentatively: "Master, are you in there?"
But still no response.
So he knocked harder and harder three times.
Boom, boom, boom!
There was a heavy knock on the door.
The moss on the door was shaken off by these three knocks.
After a moment of pause, he shouted loudly with strength in his voice: "I am reporting to my ancestors that a powerful enemy has invaded and the mountain gate is in danger. I beg my ancestors to go out and kill the invading enemies and save the mountain gate from fire and water."
His voice was like muffled thunder, thinking that if the master was still alive, he would definitely be awakened.
However, after waiting for a long time, I still didn't hear any response.
"Why--"
Du Yong shook his head and sighed, feeling that he must have guessed it right. The master had long been sitting in the cave.
Immediately he knelt down in front of the door, knocked three times, and said in a deep voice: "The mountain gate is in danger of being exterminated. Disciple Du Yong came to ask the master to come out. However, he knocked on the door several times and did not see the master's response. Now he is worried about his safety. , I had to break in by force, please forgive me."
After saying that, he stood up, pressed his hands on the stone door, and slowly lifted the door upward.
Click!
With an embedding sound, the stone door of the cave was completely opened.
A gloomy musty smell came out.
Du Yong's feet did not move, but his spiritual consciousness had already entered the cave and scanned it, and soon locked a skeleton in the innermost position of the cave.
This skeleton was sitting cross-legged with its hands clasped at its Dantian, as if it had been practicing until the moment of death.
"Master..."
Du Yong cried out sadly, walked into the cave, knelt down in front of the skeleton, kowtowed to the ground, and said sadly: "Disciple Du Yong has come to see the master and disturbed the master's peace. Please forgive me. I hope the master is in heaven." There are spirits who will help my Daqiong Sect survive this calamity."
"Easy to say." The skeleton suddenly began to speak human words.
"Ah!" Du Yong jumped up from the ground in fright.
The moment Du Yong jumped up, a ray of white light shot out from the eyebrows of the skeleton and submerged into Du Yong's sea of consciousness.
Du Yong only felt a strange force
The power invaded his sea of consciousness, pounced on his soul, and began to bite and gnaw at his soul crazily. He wanted to resist, but his soul had been immobilized by this strange force and could not move.
At the same time, the sea of consciousness seemed to be blocked by something. He wanted to mobilize his power to enter the sea of consciousness to save the soul, but he couldn't.
Du Yong held his head in his hands, opened his mouth wide, wanted to call for help, wanted to scream, but no sound came out of his throat, and the scream of his soul was blocked in the sea of consciousness, and could not come out at all.
In just ten breaths, Du Yong's eyes turned white and he fell to the ground. His body, which had just been full of flesh and blood, turned into skin and bones in an instant, like a mummy that had been dead for a long time.
A ray of white light emerged from the sea of consciousness between Du Yong's eyebrows.
It is much stronger than before.
"oh--"
The weird white light let out a long and comfortable moan, as if he had woken up and stretched himself comfortably.
Then the white light flickered for a while, and slowly turned into a human form.
If there were any disciples of the Da Qiong Sect here, they would be able to recognize him at a glance as the founder of their Da Qiong Sect, because his appearance was exactly the same as the portrait of the founder of the sect hanging in the main hall of their main peak.
This person is none other than Yan Ji, the founder of Da Qiong Sect.
"More than five thousand years have passed outside. It's true that there is no time in the cave, and thousands of years have passed in the world."
Yan Ji devoured Du Yong's soul and his memory. When he learned that more than five thousand years had passed since he practiced in seclusion, he couldn't help but sigh.
Then he suddenly cursed in a sharp voice: "These damn idiots didn't know how to come in and see me earlier. I have to have mastered the "Immortal Soul", otherwise my soul would have been gone."
Then his voice suddenly turned sinister, and he said with a smile: "I founded the sect to preach, established the mountain gate, and protected you for thousands of years. Now is the time for you to repay your kindness."
After saying that, it turned into a white light and flew out.
Back then, he practiced the "Immortal Soul" technique in seclusion, which he found in ancient ruins. At the end of his practice, something unexpected happened, and his body suddenly lost all vitality for unknown reasons, and then the soul began to dissipate.
He thought he had failed in cultivation and was about to die.
Unexpectedly, after his soul completely dissipated, his consciousness came back to life again, as if he had been given eternal life.
Only then did he realize that he had not failed in cultivation, but had succeeded. His soul had escaped the six paths of reincarnation and was immortal.
However, his cultivation exhausted all his strength, leaving only a weak immortal soul power. The stone door of the cave was tightly closed, and no one heard his cry for help even though he shouted at the top of his lungs, so he was trapped alive in the cave for five thousand people. for many years.
It’s sad to think about it.
Bang!
More than six hours later, the body of the last disciple of Daqiong Sect fell to the ground, his death was as miserable as Du Yong's.
There were more than 20,000 people in the whole sect, and no one was spared.
Yan Ji's immortal soul changed from white to green, turned into a human form, looked at the mummies on the ground and said: "Even if I don't kill you, you will be killed by that guy named Zhang Xiaopeng, so you might as well be fulfilled." If you kill me, at least I can help you kill Zhang Xiaopeng to take revenge."
After saying that, Jie Jie smiled, sat cross-legged on the spot, and started practicing.
Three days later, at noon.
Shu Xuliang brought Zhou Jianlai and Zhang Xiaozu to Daqiong Sect.
"Why are there corpses everywhere?"
"Could it be that someone beat us to it and destroyed the Great Qiong Sect?"
Still far away, Shu Xuliang's spiritual consciousness discovered the terrifying situation of Daqiong Sect. He saw corpses lying everywhere on several mountain peaks. The whole sect was completely silent, as if all the disciples were dead.
"The body died in a strange manner, not like the death of a normal person."
Zhang Xiaozu noticed the strange appearance of the corpse and immediately thought that it was a monster harming people.
