In mid-air, Zhang Yao's escaping light suddenly stopped, showing a trace of respect, and said:
"But Uncle Fuyaozi?"
"Junior Zhang Qing is a disciple of the Qinglian Sect of the Wei Kingdom. He came here on the order of the leader of the Sunset Alliance."
After hearing Zhang Yao's answer, the tone of the cold voice in his mind suddenly changed:
"Are you a subordinate of Senior Brother Lueyi?"
"Then come down."
Zhang Yaogong claimed that he was, and then he flew the flying sword towards the forest below.
After a few breaths, Zhang Yao's escaping light landed. He looked up and saw a figure wearing a gray robe, sitting cross-legged on a huge rock.
Fuyaozi looked to be in his forties, with a thin build and a sallow face. He was looking at Zhang Yao condescendingly.
"I've met Master Fuyaozi."
Zhang Yao took two steps forward and bowed.
"Get up."
Fuyaozi remained motionless and said calmly:
"You said you are a subordinate of Senior Brother Luo Riyue, do you have proof?"
"have."
Zhang Yao nodded, immediately mobilized his magic power, opened his mouth slightly, and chanted the Green Lotus Song:
"When I pick a green lotus leaf, wash it in the jade plate with dew, and catch the leaves from the sky across the pond, I occasionally get a wonderful teaching..."
As his voice spread, in conjunction with the flow of mana, invisible ripples evolved, shaking the soul and blocking mana.
"Yes, Not Bad."
Fuyaozi nodded slightly and signaled him to stop:
"It is indeed one of the 'Pingdu Twelve Techniques'. The Baolian Song Jue is still very hot."
"I see that your magic power is very strong. Senior Brother Luo Riyang sent you here because he must have full confidence in you."
"Uncle Master is so complimentary."
Zhang Yao lowered his head and said respectfully: "This junior will definitely try his best when entering the Tiandu Secret Hidden!"
"Um."
After Fuyaozi nodded, he asked again: "Did you bring Tiandu Lingfu?"
"Brought it."
Zhang Yao quickly took out the Tiandu Order Talisman and handed it out with both hands.
Fuyaozi stretched out his hand and took the pale golden talisman into his hand. After playing with it for a while, he suddenly said:
"You came from Weiguo this time, didn't you encounter any trouble?"
"Report to Uncle Master."
Zhang Yao's face darkened and he replied:
"In the deserted area on the border of Dali, I encountered several leaders of Jie cultivators who had perfected their Qi refining."
"As soon as they showed up, they immediately locked my whereabouts and started hunting me. If I hadn't been cautious enough and lucky, I might have died in the deserted area."
"I thought about the details afterwards and suspected that they were all disciples of the Dongge Sect. They locked the Tiandu Talisman on me through some unknown means, which made me almost die at the border."
He took the initiative to say these words, but after careful consideration:
If he first provokes the confrontation and conflict between the East Pavilion and the West Pavilion, Fuyaozi's attention will naturally be diverted from him, which will help him establish his identity.
Sure enough: after hearing Zhang Yao's words, Fuyaozi's expression suddenly changed, and he stood up suddenly with a cold look in his eyes:
"I see……"
"No wonder I have been waiting in Tianyin Mountain until today, but you are the only one of the three disciples here."
"It seems that the other two have been poisoned by the Dongge faction! Damn it! You really deserve to die!"
His face was gloomy, anger surged in his heart, and his brows were furrowed tightly.
This secret secret in Tiandu has been opened four times. After many confrontations and battles, the two factions have long formed an agreed upon routine.
But the situation of early interception is obviously not within the agreed practice.
Therefore, who would have thought in advance that the Dongge Sect would actually develop a means of locking the Tiandu Talisman and engage in such despicable behavior.
"...What a beast!"
Fuyaozi paced for a while, suddenly stopped, and cursed, with a look of unhappiness on his face.
Just because after thinking about it, he found that he could not use this matter as an excuse to attack, and it was difficult to regain his position.
First of all, the two parties did not agree that they could not intercept or block the opponent on the way to Tianyin Mountain. If they were cheated, it could only be said that their skills were inferior to others.
Secondly, Tiandu's secret store is about to be opened. It is neither wise nor useful to fall out with the Danshen disciples of the Dongge sect now.
"Forget it, that's it. It's useless to say more."
Fuyaozi flicked his sleeves, looked at Zhang Yao, and said:
"Senior nephew Zhang Qing, in these last few days, you should find a place nearby to practice Qi and meditate, and don't move around."
"When the time is up, we will go directly to the entrance of 'Tiandu Secret Hidden'."
"……yes."
Zhang Yao nodded. He walked a dozen feet away and sat cross-legged on a big stone, thinking to himself:
"It seems that what I expected is good. These disciples who break into the formation are really pure tool men."
"For example, this Fuyaozi obviously doesn't take my life seriously..."
According to past experience:
Disciples of the East Pavilion Sect and the West Pavilion Sect will inevitably break out in conflicts in the secret hideout of Tiandu, often resulting in one party suffering heavy casualties or even the entire army being annihilated.
If the two parties had not agreed in advance that the Tiandu Token would be returned as usual after every fierce battle, the Xige Sect would have been ineligible to enter the Tiandu Secret Crypt.
in this case--
Only one disciple from the Third Lineage of the West Pavilion Sect came. Faced with the siege from the East Pavilion Sect disciples, the winning rate in the competition in the Tiandu Secret Palace was very slim, and there was a high probability that he would lose his life.
But Fuyaozi had no intention of giving up and wanted to give it a try no matter how small the winning rate was.
"This is really troublesome..."
On the other side, Fuyaozi also frowned as thoughts surged:
"How can Zhang Qing alone defeat the four disciples of the Xige Sect?"
"Unless he's really lucky, he'll probably die in the secret. Then my more than twenty years of waiting will be in vain..."
How could he be content with all his hard work being wasted in one fell swoop?
Fuyaozi thought of this, and a cold luster flashed in his eyes.
Time flies by and it's seven days later.
During these seven days, no more disciples from the West Pavilion came to look for Fuyaozi.
Fuyaozi seemed to have exhausted his last trace of patience. He called Zhang Yao, took out a red pill and handed it to him:
"This is the 'Yuanyang Liluo Pill', a second-level elixir that can activate a monk's potential and greatly increase his own magic power."
"It's just that this elixir has serious side effects. After taking it, your life will be shortened by ten years and you will have a year of weakness."
Fuyaozi looked solemn and said in a deep voice:
"The Tiandu Secret Hidden is related to the prosperity of our Xige Sect, and more importantly to whether Pingdu Gate can be rebuilt. This trip is inevitable."
"Uncle Master, I cannot abandon my Xige Sect and ignore the overall situation just because of my own pity."
"That's why I give you this elixir. If you really get into trouble in the secret store, you can take this elixir to save your life."
Hearing this, Zhang Yao suddenly showed a hint of gratitude and said continuously:
"Thank you, uncle, thank you, uncle..."
"Um."
When Fuyaozi saw this, he showed a hint of satisfaction and waved his sleeves:
"Let's go."
"We, uncle and nephew, are going to meet the salvia master from the Dongge sect."
As soon as he finished speaking, he set up the escape light and flew away in the sky.
Zhang Yao followed him and flew deep into the mountains.
"This Fuyaozi is really a vicious person..."
Zhang Yao shook his head secretly.
Although he is not proficient in alchemy, he is very keen on the changes related to the essence of energy.
Fuyaozi gave him the 'Yuan Yang Li Luo Dan', which was to expel the essence in exchange for mana. The sequelae were very serious, far beyond the ten years of life span and one year of weakness that he said.
"Qi refining monks simply cannot withstand such a domineering second-level elixir."
"After taking it, even if you can dominate for a while, there is a high probability that your Qi and pulse will be severed and you will die suddenly..."
Zhang Yao couldn't help but sneer in his heart when he thought of this.
This Fuyaozi regards him as a tool to seize treasures, and pretends to be for your own good and the overall situation.
If it were a fanatic like Chen Qingju, he might actually be successfully brainwashed by him and end up with a tragic end.
"However, I am not Chen Qingju."
"As long as you use this identity to sneak into Tiandu's secrets, you will be half successful..."
Zhang Yao was still thinking about further plans in his mind.
Soon, the two of them flew for dozens of miles and arrived at a majestic imperial mausoleum deep in Tianyin Mountain, and then fell into the light.
At this time, several figures were already standing in front of the huge obelisk of the imperial mausoleum. After noticing the movement of the light, they had been waiting for the two of them to fall.
"Junior Brother Fuyaozi, we meet again."
The leader, an immortal old man, laughed and took the initiative to bow his head.
"Senior Brother Salvia."
Fuyaozi smiled superficially and returned the favor perfunctorily.
"Junior brother, why is it that this year there is only one disciple from the Xige Sect who came to participate in the trial of the Tiandu Secret Crypt?"
Salvia guest looked at Zhang Yao and asked in surprise.
Fuyaozi's face darkened, a trace of anger welled up in his heart, and he sarcastically said:
"Senior Brother Danshen knows the inside story clearly, so why bother asking me?"
"Oh, really? Then I really don't know..."
The two exchanged words and made innuendoes at each other, but neither seemed to take advantage.
But Fuyaozi's face became increasingly ugly, while Danshenke, on the other hand, showed a hint of pride.
After all, behind him stood four disciples of the Dongge Sect who had completed their Qi refining. On the opposite side, there was only a solitary figure.
"Why……"
Seeing this scene, Fuyaozi could only sigh in annoyance, feeling increasingly bleak in his heart.
After everyone waited for more than half an hour:
"Boom!"
Following a slight dull roar, the ground shook imperceptibly.
The amplitude of the vibration was very small, and it would have been difficult to detect it unless a few people happened to be inside the imperial mausoleum.
"The time has come!"
A smile appeared on Salvia Guest's face and he signaled:
"Go ahead, I'm waiting for your good news."
"yes!"
After the four Dongge disciples responded in unison, they took out the Tiandu Talisman and walked towards the huge obelisk.
The first disciple of the Dongge Sect, holding the Tiandu Order Talisman, the moment he touched the huge obelisk, he was completely submerged into it and disappeared.
The following three Dongge sect disciples also filed in, without even looking at Zhang Yao from beginning to end, obviously not paying attention to him at all.
"Zhang Qing, you can go too."
Fuyaozi waved his sleeves and spoke in a low tone.
"Yes, uncle."
Zhang Yao nodded slightly, took out his Tiandu Order Talisman, and walked towards the huge obelisk under the watchful eyes of Fuyaozi and Danshenke.
In an instant, his eyes blurred, and he felt as if he had passed through an invisible curtain of water.
His body suddenly became tense and felt like it was being squeezed, but in the next moment it returned to its original state, just like the outside world.
"Coming in."
Zhang Yao saw the surrounding scene clearly again and suddenly came to a vast hall.
The interior of the hall is empty, but the light is very abundant, and it doesn't feel like you are in an underground tomb at all.
Zhang Yao turned around and looked around, but did not see the four Dongge disciples.
"It seems that Chen Qingju's information is correct..."
The existence of Tiandu Secret Palace is to select disciples and inherit the Pingdu Taoism. The test itself will not endanger lives, nor will it encourage cannibalism.
There are twelve gates in the secret, and the entire process of breaking through the formation and breaking through the gates is carried out independently.
The real danger is after completing the formation and breaking through the level.
"This is the first level..."
Zhang Yao walked to one side of the hall and looked up. The walls were densely engraved with words, symbols and images.
The Pingdu Sect has been passed down for thousands of years, and the most famous thing is not its sect's martial arts, but the "Pingdu Twelve Techniques".
The twelve levels in the Tiandu secret are closely related to the twelve methods of Hepingdu, which respectively test the combat effectiveness, magic power, soul strength, comprehension, decisiveness... and other aspects of the warriors.
"I didn't expect that my first level would actually be a test of understanding..."
Zhang Yao showed a faint smile.
There are at least a hundred levels of tests in Tiandu's secrets, and every breaker who enters will face twelve random levels.
Therefore, there is no fixed process for the Tiandu Secret Trial itself. The experience of the predecessors can only be used as a reference, and more depends on one's own hard power and luck.
"Well... there's still a time limit."
Zhang Yao looked at the corner of the wall, where there was a small hourglass inlaid with fine sand inside that was constantly flowing and had accumulated a thin layer.
"Based on the time I entered...the total time limit is only half an hour."
Zhang Yao looked stern and immediately looked at the text, images and other contents on the wall, not daring to waste any more time.
Within half an hour, he must have a preliminary introduction to the content of this spell and be able to successfully cast the spell before he will be judged to have passed by the formation.
"...The law should be as promised, as concise as silk..."
In Zhang Yao's mind, he constantly comprehended and deduced the contents on the wall.
What is recorded on this wall is a special technique for operating mana, refining mana into silk threads, and then continuously superimposing and tempering them.
"What kind of method is this?"
Zhang Yao was a little confused, but it didn't stop him from trying to practice.
Thanks to the powerful soul, his thinking speed is much higher than that of the same level. In addition, his own understanding is not bad, so he still has an advantage in this area.
Just two quarters of an hour later:
After Zhang Yao failed twice, he succeeded in using this spell for the third time.
"Zizzi..."
Following a soft sound, streaks of transparent glass and extremely fine silk threads burst out from his fingertips.
"It's done!"
(End of chapter)
