Li Daoxuan stepped into the Demon Subduing Hall.
As soon as I entered, I felt a gloomy wind blowing in my face, mixed with a thick and sinister atmosphere.
The Demon-Suppressing Hall is the place where demons are suppressed in Longhu Mountain.
Some monsters that are difficult to kill will be imprisoned here, and some small monsters will sometimes be used for disciples to practice their skills and increase their practical experience.
Therefore, this place is filled with evil spirits and belongs to the forbidden area of Longhu Mountain. Disciples are usually not allowed to enter privately.
Li Daoxuan looked around and found many high platforms with jars shaped like ashes inside.
He opened his spiritual eyes and saw many ghosts or monsters sealed in the jars. For example, the jar on the far right of the third floor contained a piece of human skin.
The human skin was extremely white, tender and delicate, like jade. As if feeling Li Daoxuan's gaze, it trembled slightly and turned red.
A line of bloody writing appeared on the human skin.
"Let me out, I can become anything you want to see..."
"Or put on me and you can become anyone..."
Li Daoxuan glanced over lightly, unmoved.
There are all kinds of things sealed in the jar, including embroidered shoes that are extremely sinister, a blood-stained comb stained on the scalp, bones of strange beasts, and even mountain spirits.
It's just that these monsters were placed in the Demon Subduing Hall, and they were all obedient and did not dare to make the slightest move.
Because they are afraid of something, to be precise, it is a sword, a sword hanging from the beam.
This sword is hidden in a copper scabbard. The hilt is a five-jointed chain. The edge is restrained and the sword energy is deeply hidden. It weighs eighty-one taels, symbolizing the eighty-one transformation of Taishang Laojun.
The green sword tassel flutters and is connected to a piece of ancient white jade, giving the sword a bit more of a dusty aura.
The most precious treasure of Longhu Mountain, the male and female sword that kills evil in three or five ways!
This sword is a male sword, the most powerful sword in the world. It has the magical effect of suppressing all ghosts and deterring demons. Just hanging quietly made countless demons in the palace tremble, and they did not dare to attack the seal on the jar.
Because any demon who dares to break through the seal will be greeted by the sharp edge of the evil-slaying male and female sword.
Li Daoxuan stretched out his hand, silently using the Pure Yang Sword Intent.
Zheng!
The three-five evil-slaying male and female swords trembled slightly, exuding an astonishing edge. Suddenly, there were several sword marks on the walls of the Demon-Conquering Hall. The brilliant sword energy was like a red sun that was about to break, scaring countless jars to tremble.
An extremely contradictory emotion came from the Sanwu Evil-Destroying Male and Female Sword.
It seemed that he wanted to take the sheath in response to Li Daoxuan's call, but because of a very important task, he had to guard it and not take the sheath easily.
Tangled and struggling.
This made Li Daoxuan show a hint of surprise. You must know that since he obtained the Pure Yang Sword Intent, no sword has been able to refuse his call.
Whether it's Junior Sister's Glass Dragon Sword or Xu Jianxian's Ten Thousand Ren Divine Sword, he can easily summon it.
This is the first time I encountered a sword that caused me to feel entangled and hesitant.
It is worthy of being a gift from the Taoist ancestor, the sword of Tianshi Zhang Daoling. Such amazing spirituality is the only thing Li Daoxuan has seen in his life.
"Strange, why does the divine sword make noise?"
Elder Zhenlian entered the hall with a confused look on his face. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and said excitedly: "Is it possible that my brother is about to wake up?"
The three-five evil-slaying male and female swords are so arrogant that no one except the previous heavenly masters can even think of pulling them out.
It trembles, which means that the Heavenly Master is probably about to wake up!
Zhang Jiuxiao frowned slightly when he heard this.
Zhang Qianyang looked around and immediately asked: "Where is the old man? Why don't you see him?"
Zhenlian immediately said: "It should be in the back room."
Everyone passed through the main hall and entered the inner room, and sure enough they saw the old Heavenly Master lying on the couch.
On the bed, an old man had his eyes closed, his beard and hair were like snow, and his breathing was long and slow, as if he was having a dream that he didn't want to wake up from.
He was covered with a thick quilt, and there was a red clay stove burning next to him, but he still seemed to feel cold, his face was pale, and there were wisps of cold air.
At this moment, the old Heavenly Master is no longer the immortal-like leader of the Taoist sect, the powerful Yang God who can slay demons in his dreams, but seems to be an ordinary old man who is prone to illness and snoozing.
When Zhang Qianyang saw this scene, his eyes immediately turned red.
He held the old Heavenly Master's hand, but it felt very cold, like cold jade.
This is almost impossible, not to mention that it is almost June and the weather is not cold. Even in the coldest winter, with the master's cultivation, it is just like the spring breeze blowing on his face.
Even the supernatural powers of water and fire cannot harm the heavenly master at all, let alone the warmth and coldness of the human world.
However, this thing that was impossible to happen happened at this moment.
Elder Zhenlian sighed and said, "My brother has been sleeping for six days and six nights. At that time, for some unknown reason, he suddenly wanted to go down the mountain and came to the Demon-Suppressing Hall to take away the Three-Five Evil-Slaying Male and Female Sword."
"But before my brother could take away the sword, he suddenly fell asleep on the ground. Ye Zhenren from Maoshan and I were both present at the time. When the incident happened suddenly, we carried my brother to the inner room first."
Liu Ningyan wiped the tears from her eyes and asked, "What did Master Ye say?"
Ye Zhenren of Maoshan is second only to Lao Tianshi in terms of strength and has been Lao Tianshi's close friend for decades. He is absolutely trustworthy.
Elder Zhenlian continued: "Zhenren Ye said that my brother was lost in a dream, and someone must be manipulating it behind the scenes!"
Li Daoxuan frowned, lost in his dream?
With Lao Tianshi's cultivation and experience, his state of mind is also otherworldly. I don't know how many inner demons he has killed before he can practice to his current state. What kind of magical power can he have that can make him fall into a dream and be unable to extricate himself?
According to the Xudu Ghost King, that person should be the leader of the Moro Cult, and he has been planning it for sixteen years.
Li Daoxuan was very suspicious that the mysterious leader Moro was not as scary as he imagined, at least he couldn't just put the old master into a deep sleep.
So the question is, given the master’s magical power and cultivation, why was it succeeded by the other party?
"Why is Master's body so cold?"
Li Daoxuan suddenly asked.
Taoist Master Zhenlian looked around with hesitation on his face.
Obviously the answer to this question is not convenient for many people to know.
Zhang Qianyang held the old Heavenly Master's cold hand, with a cold light in his eyes. If he found out who was plotting against the old man behind his back, no matter who that person was, he would crush him to ashes with his own hands!
"Junior brothers, if you can trust me, please go back first. I will definitely take good care of the old man!"
Zhang Qianyang cupped his fists at them.
After everyone heard this, although they wanted to stay and do their part, they also knew that the overall situation was more important, so they all bowed and saluted.
"Second senior brother, I'm leaving it to you!"
"Second Senior Brother, we believe in you, we must let the old man wake up!"
"Second Senior Brother, if you need our help, just ask, everyone has been looking forward to your return to the mountain!"
…
After saying this, everyone left one after another.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Jiuxiao looked a little unhappy. It was obvious that even though he had not returned to the mountain for more than twenty years, Zhang Qianyang was still not forgotten in the minds of the disciples.
(End of chapter)
