At night, in the shade of Mica Mountain.
There was a stern military handle at the entrance where he was lured out and stopped.
Among them are all masters of elixir holding who are superb in martial arts, and there are also two military mage-like figures.
They are obviously at the golden elixir level, but they are different from Chen Miaogu and Xuanfu Taoist in that their auras are slightly different.
"Mid-grade or low-grade Golden elixir master? But the aura seems a little weirder..."
Tonight, he was about to enter the mausoleum. Lin Xuanzhi followed everyone there and saw a group of masters in front of him.
The Jin Dan gatekeeper, General Shi and others are always paying attention to this place with their spiritual consciousness. It is extremely difficult to break into this place.
But looking at the intentions of the previous people, it is obvious that there may be something wrong with this action.
General Shi Yizheng called the two golden elixir masters here, pointed at one of them, a young man with a white face and a warm smile, and introduced to Li Fenghe and Chen Miaogu: "This is the leader of the five gates. Disciple, Liu Xiantong."
Lin Xuanzhi looked vaguely and saw that Grandmaster Liu Xiantong was covered in incense and clouds, and there seemed to be countless spiritual projections of different postures sitting in the acupoints.
Following Lin Xuanzhi's gaze, many spiritual gods seemed to be sensing it, but Lin Xuanzhi withdrew his gaze at the right time, and they were unable to trace it back.
"This is Cangyue Sanren, the master of Baofeng Temple in Tiecha Mountain. He is a secret agent of the Great Zhou Tianguan Dao. I will go down with a few of them this time."
Li Fenghe nodded slightly and said with a smile: "You two have superb cultivation. Going together this time will ensure that the trip to the mausoleum is foolproof."
Liu Xiantong's demeanor was thick and somewhat majestic, and he said with a warm smile: "You're welcome, elder. It is the duty of the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty to serve their country."
Cangyue Sanren, the master of Baofeng Temple, is a middle-aged Taoist with gray hair. Hearing this, he smiled implicitly and said, "I'm going to be in a hurry, but I'm a poor Taoist and I'm willing to do my best."
The temporary extra manpower, who is still a master at the Jindan level, is obviously a big change in this trip.
Even though he was destined to act separately from a few people, Lin Xuanzhi couldn't help but be more vigilant.
The Eight Wise Kings looked at the deep passage that extended to the foot of Mica Mountain, cupped their hands towards a few people and said, "It's really hard to guess what's going on inside the mausoleum. You just have to be careful."
"When it comes to other things, you should give them up. Please be sure to bring out the important treasures to enrich my great Zhou heritage."
Everyone returned the courtesy, and Elder Li Fenghe solemnly promised: "Your Highness, don't worry, I will bring out the valuable treasure even if I give up my life. No demons or monsters can even think of destroying our great Zhou Sheji."
What Li Fenghe said was categorical, but it made everyone's hearts tremble.
It was as if they might never return.
Immediately, no one stopped, and following the order from Elder Li Fenghe, several people filed in.
The two great masters Li Fenghe and Yuan Mo took the lead, Xu Hubo and four others were in the middle, Taoist Chen Miaogu and Xuanfu were on guard on both sides, and Liu Xiantong and Cang Yue San were at the rear.
No matter from any aspect, exploring like this can be regarded as "luxury".
There was nothing to explore outside the mausoleum. As everyone went deeper, Lin Xuanzhi was always paying attention to the surrounding environment and corroborating his previous speculations.
The atmosphere of coldness, deathly silence, and deep sleep continued to grow stronger, and the deep mausoleum became blurred and vast.
Chen Miaogu's voice came to Lin Xuanzhi's ears: "I'm good at killing people, but you have to rely on yourself to search for entrances and the like."
"Master Li Jinshui vaguely sensed on a whim that there would be twists and turns in this trip. Please do your best and try to avoid it."
Lin Xuanzhi's thoughts swirled for a moment before he responded: "The twists and turns should be the actions of the seniors. There shouldn't be any major accidents on the junior side."
After all, sending the Immortal Grass is obviously a higher-level plan, so you can’t trick yourself, right?
No matter how you say it, Master Qianxuzi is Master Yangshen who has developed the magical power of seeing through walls. He is naturally much better than others in predicting the opportunity.
As he continued to delve deeper, Lin Xuanzhi suddenly discovered that he and others had appeared in a gloomy underground palace at some point.
In the looming mist behind them, some palace rooms have long been opened and searched cleanly. In front of them, a light yellow river that is not wide and turbulent flows quietly without any waves.
Xie Miaomiao was naturally attracted by Huangquan River. The moment he looked over, there were sudden waves in the river.
In an instant, countless dead ghosts in the river struggled to stretch out their arms, seeming to want to pull Xie Miaomiao, a living person, into them.
Several people saw Xie Miaomiao approaching the river with stiff steps, her eyes dull as she moved, obviously confused by the deceased.
Taoist Xuan Fu frowned slightly, and gently tapped Xie Miaomiao's eyebrows to wake him up. He reprimanded: "Keep your heart, don't look."
Then he looked at Deputy Chief Yuan Mo and said: "Although this underworld is not real, it is not something that juniors can easily approach. Let's ferry it over."
Even though he was only at the golden elixir level, Taoist Xuanfu treated Yuan Mo as an equal, and his words were just polite.
With Xie Miaomiao's lessons learned, even Hua Zifang, who is self-sufficient in cultivation, would not stare at the river.
Xu Hubo was not a rash person and had followed Chen Miaogu honestly from the beginning.
Lin Xuanzhi had a clear view of Xie Miaomiao's situation, but he couldn't resist his skill and boldness.
With countless grievances floating in it, and the constant voices of resentment in his ears, Lin Xuanzhi was still able to calmly observe the situation in the Huangquan River.
Although the river water seemed to be dark and full of death, he found that the river water was actually very pure!
"Could it be that someone really took the true water from the Yellow Spring in Hades and turned it into such a small river?"
Regardless of the authentic Taoism, it is not difficult for many casual cultivators to travel to the underworld.
But ensuring safety, reaching Huangquan, and bringing back real water are each more difficult than the other.
In the land of reincarnation, even if a real person from Chunyang Taoism approaches Huangquan, he has to take some steps.
The light in his lowered eyes kept flashing. As a lot of information was being sorted out and deduced, Yuan Mo said with a smile: "This is how it should be. I don't want my cultivation to be washed away, and my soul is clear and blank."
The Xinghuo Shengde Boat was thrown by it and fell safely into the river, and then a Shengde Golden Bridge stretched out in front of everyone.
"Please, everyone!"
After walking onto the bridge, boarding the boat, and taking their seats safely, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Li Fenghe looked at the flowing river and sighed: "The true water of Huangquan is rare in the world, but it is difficult to collect and store it, otherwise I will have to collect some."
Taoist Xuanfu nodded slightly and agreed: "The third generation of the founder of our sect once entered the underworld to discuss Taoism with the Northern Ghost Emperor and won a jar of true water, but now it is almost exhausted."
Liu Xiantong followed with a smile and said: "As expected of a great Taoist sect. Even though we often hear about this thing, in the final analysis it is an extremely rare thing, and it is even more mysterious than some mysterious things."
"Without the treasure of the five virtues, it is difficult to collect the treasures in full bloom. It's a pity, it's a pity."
As he spoke, he actually took out an object that looked like the skull of some animal and collected it.
Several people couldn't help but be stunned.
Lin Xuanzhi noticed the aura on the skull and knew in his heart that it was the remains of a wild fairy who had accumulated a lot of external skills.
Yuan Mo even shook his head and sighed: "The Immortal family behind you, Taoist friend, has a lot of background!"
While boating on the Yellow Spring, blessed by the Holy Virtue, the river was no longer rippled, but the narrow river seemed to have no end, and it took a long time to reach the other side.
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