The senior brother of the Immortal Palace was looking at Meng Zhao. For some reason, when he saw Meng Zhao, he felt that this person was very strange at the first sight. He was handsome and surprisingly handsome, with purple hair and purple hair, but his energy was erratic, as if his foundation was unstable. His lack of skill made him shake his head secretly.
Wei Qiliang nodded hurriedly and explained,
"It's natural. The treasures I used to exchange for your palace were all brought by him. Of course, I have to go to see the palace owner together. Please make it convenient."
The senior brother of Immortal Palace didn't say anything more and led Wei Qi and Meng Zhao away from here and continued up the mountain.
When this scene fell into the eyes of Niu Dali, who had always been paying attention to Meng Zhao, he saw the honest and rough-looking man touching his chin with a sly smile flashing across his face.
"It involves Taoist Tuntian. Is it possible that this descendant of the Heavenly Demon Palace surrendered to this Taoist as soon as he got off the mountain?"
For a moment, I was filled with joy and a sense of urgency. After all, compared to the great figures of the evil path such as Tuntian Daozi, the proud son of heaven, although he had some reputation and strong martial arts, he was still a bit weak.
He secretly made up his mind that when Meng Zhao comes back, he must test it out, and maybe even flatter him without any trace, so that he can occupy a good position.
The Supreme Demonic Dao is as powerful as the Emperor, and the positions of those around him are like carrots and pitfalls. If you want to gain a good position, you naturally have to work hard and take action as soon as possible.
Meng Zhao had no idea what the bastard Niu Dali was thinking. At this time, under the guidance of the senior brother of the Immortal Palace, he climbed to the top of the mountain and came to the real Bishui Immortal Palace.
I saw this huge palace complex, with a gorgeous appearance, gold and jade paint, magnificent and majestic. The materials selected were all unusual rubble and masonry, and they were all of special minerals comparable to those of the palaces in Tu Xiu's treasure.
Among them, there are dense white clouds, thousands of rays of light, and endless auspiciousness. The palace in this mortal world is really beautiful, comparable to the palace in heaven.
"I just found out today why this place is called Bishui Immortal Palace. It's exactly right."
When Wei Qi saw this scene, he stopped and couldn't help but murmured that although he had not been following Tuntian Daozi for a long time, he had a lot of experience. He had only seen such a scene once.
In comparison, the place where Tuntian Daozi lived was a little less impressive than the Bishui Immortal Palace.
Meng Zhao nodded secretly, and a huge greed arose in his heart. If he could take this place as his own, it would be a great joy in the world.
What is a fairy? This is called an immortal. Living here, you can be at ease with the distractions of the world. It is a good place to cultivate your mind and nature and devote yourself to practice.
The senior brother of the Immortal Palace ignored the shock in their hearts and led them through the hall, meeting dozens of people on the way, before arriving at a slightly quiet building.
This building is square and somewhat similar to the stone house where Meng Zhao and others lived on the mountainside, but it is larger and has a more solemn and solemn atmosphere.
Of course, compared to the splendor of other palaces, it is a bit simple and will not shock people at first glance.
However, some places, even buildings, become more and more interesting the more you look at them, the more you savor them, the more you can feel the charm.
For example, this place seems ordinary, ordinary, and has no characteristics, but it is very consistent with Taoist ideas of the mean. It is obviously lower and simpler than the palace next to it, but it feels like a pillar piercing the clouds, reaching up to the sky.
What made Meng Zhao's eyes shine even more was that he was spying on this place with the secret method of martial arts. It can be seen that the energy of the earth is accumulated and brewed here, like a dragon lurking in the abyss, making it the center of the entire mountain, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and the essence of mountains and rivers, hiding it. Wind accepts water, it is natural.
"This place is not only the central node of the entire mountain, but also the eye of the Immortal Palace. Apart from the Lord of Bishui Immortal Palace, no one else can live here."
Meng Zhao secretly thought, but he could see the clues.
It is certainly a beautiful thing to be able to practice and live here.
Every move condenses the power of heaven and earth, and the power of the large formation is like being possessed by a god, greatly increasing the combat power.
The vitality of heaven and earth is endless, and every breath is a kind of improvement.
If there are no side effects, an ordinary farmer living here can easily live for two decades, which is no problem.
However, as Meng Zhao thought, there are barriers to living here.
The solid vitality of heaven and earth, the momentum of mountains and rivers, and the power of great formations are both a source of blessing and a burden.
It may be beneficial for those who are innately strong in martial arts to be successful for a while, but if they stay here for a long time, it will be a disaster rather than a blessing. If they cannot control the surging momentum of this place, they will go crazy, and their efforts will be scattered and everyone will die.
Only a strong master, who has cultivated his divine energy and controlled the power of heaven and earth, can absorb all kinds of benefits.
My medicine is his arsenic, it's that simple.
After the report from the Immortal Palace Senior Brother, a deep voice came from the dark black door,
"come in."
This sound is heard. At first glance, it seems like fairy music, which makes people feel calm. However, if you think about it carefully, you can find that there is an incomprehensible evil meaning hidden in it. It also seems that there are countless magic and wonderful sounds that make Meng Zhao feel in his heart. There was a thump.
Goosebumps suddenly appeared on my back and limbs, and my heart felt as heavy as a huge mountain.
"That's awesome. Is this the Grandmaster?"
For the first time, Meng Zhao felt that coming here rashly was a dangerous decision, and he shouldn't take such a risk.
He was all like this, and Wei Qi was even more unbearable. The will of martial arts was already weak. Under the pressure of the strong master, his face was slightly distorted, his pores were enlarged, his hands were clenched, and the sharp fingertips were pressing against the skin without noticing.
He lowered his head and hunched over, like a slave, humble and insignificant.
Meng Zhao even doubted whether Wei Qi would betray himself and reveal his identity under the strong pressure of the Lord of Immortal Palace.
This was not unfounded, but these three words, Lord of the Immortal Palace, brought a great shock.
In addition, neither he nor Wei Qi had a serious lack of knowledge about master warriors.
Although Wei Qi was controlled by him with the secret method of the Demon Lord Palace and could not control his life or death, it was hard to say how powerful the Lord of the Immortal Palace was.
If Wei Qi could really muster up the courage, he might as well ask the demon master for rescue, and then get rid of Meng Zhao's control and let himself be free.
Of course, Meng Zhao felt that this possibility was not high. After all, the method of controlling him was created by Ye Huan. It was also a master method and was not easy to unravel. Wei Qi knew this well.
Meng Zhao was upset, unable to predict what would happen next, and Meng Zhao even temporarily thought of retreating.
However, he also knew that even if he suddenly retreated even though he was here, he would easily arouse suspicion, so he could only use his mind to suppress all kinds of negative emotions and calm down.
Meng Zhao was confident that even if Wei Qizhen revealed the fact that he was being controlled, he would still be able to make a comeback.
Although the Grandmaster is invincible, he is still a human being, and as a human being, it is possible to negotiate.
The worst thing is, pretending to be Ye Huan's son-in-law, there is always a hint or two of incest, so as not to completely throw off the street.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
