Chapter 311 Howling
The mist is dim.
It happened to be evening, when the sun was setting.
The Taoist concealed his horns, changed his hair to black, and walked down the mountain gate to the airport.
The Taoist practice of ghost cultivation did not cause the slightest disturbance. He just spent ten spiritual stones to buy a boat ticket.
"I'm boarding my own boat, and I still need to buy a ticket?" The Taoist laughed dumbly and shook his head slightly. His words were just a joke, that is, he didn't want to reveal his identity. Otherwise, who would dare to control him in collecting spiritual stones in Dahei Mountain.
As soon as he stepped onto the spirit boat, the Cicada Swallowing Demon who was in charge of the spirit boat hurriedly looked for it.
Tun Chan was startled. Other little demons might not recognize the person in front of him. As the mainstay of Daheishan, he naturally recognized the Taoist. Not only did he recognize him, but the seal and talisman also jumped, which was enough to prove the identity of the Taoist in front of him. .
Tun Chan hurried to the Taoist's side: "Your Majesty, what are you doing?"
Tu Shanjun waved his hand, not paying attention to these trivial matters, and said calmly: "I need to go out for a walk, so don't make it public and go by yourself."
"Hey, if anything happens to your Majesty, please call your subordinates."
Tunchan didn't stay long. On the one hand, he had to practice cultivation, and on the other hand, he had to stay in Lingzhou's central secret room. When a situation arises, he can mobilize the power of the entire spirit boat in the central secret room.
Not to mention being able to withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of the Golden Pill Grandmaster, at least he was able to react in time and integrate his power to resist.
The medium-sized spirit boat is a hundred feet long, and has only a few hundred demon cultivators and ghost cultivators on staff. It is because of them that the overall strength of the spirit boat can be fully utilized.
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After more than a month's work, we finally arrived at Lidang Mountain.
Lidang Mountain towers into the clouds. The Demon King Four-Armed Owl is an owl bird that became a spirit. It got its name because its deformed wings transformed into four arms.
After crossing the populated city and passing through the worldly realm, the Taoist stood at the foot of Lidang Mountain and looked up.
There is a path and stone steps on the steep cliff. It is not easy for ordinary people to climb up. Even ordinary warriors may not be able to climb up. Only Qi practitioners can do it.
The Taoist made a seal with his fingers and walked through the air. In a blink of an eye, he had arrived at the entrance of Lidang Mountain Cave House.
"Hey, who dares to break into the cave!"
The little demon held a steel fork and surrounded the Taoist as he approached the door.
The black hair has faded away, the red hair is hanging loose, and the horns are growing horizontally.
The Taoist's face became a little greener, and his fangs were folded and placed in his mouth: "Who is in charge now?"
This instant change shocked all the little monsters.
Not to mention the foundation-building aura, just the change in their faces made them a little confused.
Perhaps he felt the sweeping aura, and soon a spirit in colorful clothes hurried out.
When he saw the Taoist's appearance, his eyes suddenly widened. He ran up to the Taoist in a rolling and crawling manner, knelt on the ground with a thump, kowtowed sincerely and shouted: "Your Majesty."
"Do you recognize me?"
The Caiyi spirit was so excited that he hurriedly said: "I was lucky enough to attend the banquet with the Demon King and got a glimpse of the King's true appearance, but I didn't expect that the King would come in person."
"I am the incarnation."
After saying that, Tushanjun walked into the cave and found the feathers on the four-armed owl.
Detecting and decrypting the case was too time-consuming, so Tushanjun chose to directly use the improved blood curse.
Burn the feathers in front of you into ashes, mix them with the talisman water and stir them into ink mud. Put your index and middle fingers together and draw the talisman in the air. A hollow talisman glowing with black light appears in front of the Taoist.
He formed seals with his hands, turned into a technique, and shouted in a low voice: "Blood Curse Chasing Souls."
The talisman of black light suddenly turned into a shrunken owl, fluttering its wings and flying outside the cave.
"Your Majesty, you..."
The Caiyi spirit hesitated for two steps and begged: "You must find my king."
The red-haired Taoist who had already stepped out of the cave paused and did not look back. He just said softly: "You want to see people alive, and you want to see his body dead. No matter what, I will bring him back."
To say why, it's just because he is the king.
The king of the Great Black Mountain.
The black and red owl flew up into the clouds, followed by the red-haired Taoist who set up the escape light.
Watching the red-haired true king leave, Caiyi Jinggui's eyes were full of worry.
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Three hundred miles away, the spirit is gone.
The Taoist landed in a mortal county, hiding his figure and walking past the secular people.
He felt that young people seemed to be rare in this county, giving people an empty feeling.
The Taoist didn't take any more care. Maybe he was drafted into the army, so that's why he was like this.
"Merely managing demons and ghosts is not the answer. We should also put restrictions on the secular dynasties so that they can have nothing to do and not fight indiscriminately."
After thinking for a while, the Taoist followed the black and red owl towards the temple.
The Taoist didn't know what the four-armed owl was doing in the mortal city.
But since the blood curse soul hunter has found this place, the four-armed owl must have stopped here.
When we arrived at the temple, there was a statue of the ghost king with red hair and two horns inside, but there was still a faint evil spirit left on it.
"Stone statue?"
After careful inspection, the clay sculpture and stone statue must have been broken and then repaired.
And this faint remaining demonic aura belongs to the Four-Armed Owl.
This aura has long been so faint that it is not noticeable. If it were not for the arrival of the black and red owl, even if the Taoist himself came here, he would not know what happened.
"What happened after the stone statue was repaired?"
The Taoist pinched his fingers to calculate, but the calculation was very unclear, as if it was covered by a layer of clouds: "It is difficult to calculate the monks. The lives of the monks are covered by heaven, let alone the foundation-building monks."
He could only inject mana into the black and red owl, hoping that the soul-chasing curse would work as it should.
As the trace of evil spirit was taken out and merged into the black and red owl, the owl bird flapped its wings again.
This time it seemed to be a lot faster.
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"When did this place have such a formation?"
The Taoist frowned. Most of Nanming Ridge was within the Daheishan Mountains. Now that he arrived at Nanming Ridge, he was faced with a huge formation. This was abnormal in itself.
Among the three most important arts of cultivating immortals, Tu Shanjun has the deepest understanding of the talisman formation. His own talisman formation can even keep up with the speed of his cultivation.
So he took a quick look at the formation at a glance.
This is a mountain-sealing formation with powerful concealment capabilities.
If you want to arrange such a formation, you need at least hundreds of monks in the late stage of Qi training as the foundation. The monks who maintain the formation must be at least in the late stage of foundation building or even at the peak.
Tushanjun was hanging in the air, and the black and red owl landed on his shoulders.
What you see is a deserted mountain and river with no trace of human beings.
Tushanjun's ghost horns sprouted from his forehead, and he pointed his finger at the center of his eyebrows: "In the realm of ignorance, open my Dharma eyes!"
Snowflake-like lines spread on the upper and lower sides, and the ghost horn patterns converged on the center of the eyebrows, and a blank vertical line appeared. The lines rotated to illuminate the formation in front of him.
All the desolation and fog were swept away by Tushanjun, and he finally saw clearly the scene inside the formation.
Inside the mountain-sealing formation are monks flying with swords, and on the collar are messy buildings, most of which are ordinary people. They carry baskets on their backs and dig into the mountain collar with tools in their hands.
Nanming Ridge was dug into pits, and there were mine holes drilled everywhere.
There are about thousands of civilians on the surface, and most of them are young and strong. But there is no way Fa could be hiding anything now. There are even more civilians under the cave, at least tens of thousands of them.
The raw spiritual stone ore that was carried out was quickly taken away by the monks who were guarding it.
Tu Shanjun's face immediately darkened, and his eyes were full of sternness: "Okay, okay, okay! Open mines on my site, use my people to steal my things, you really have a way!"
Most of Nanming Ridge is within the territory of Daheishan. Even if there is a spiritual mine, it belongs to Daheishan, not these monks.
They just stole things themselves, and recruited people from the surrounding dynasties to help mine.
This method angered Tushanjun even more.
Everything he did was for the sake of stability, so that all the creatures under his rule could have food to eat, but they openly exploited them.
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Anger arose from his heart, and his magical energy suddenly fluctuated.
A monk in red and green robes sensed the Taoist's mana fluctuations and turned into an escaping light and appeared outside the formation.
The man was in the late stage of foundation building, with gray temples and a Chinese-character face. He was quite handsome despite his age.
The foundation-building monk raised his hands and said, "Why do fellow Taoists peek into a certain retreat formation?"
The red-haired Taoist's sharp gaze struck at the monk who was in the late stage of foundation building, and he asked in a cold voice: "Which sect do you belong to?"
"Chiwu Sect, Taoist Lieyang, who are you? I asked you in such a tone." Taoist Lieyang no longer held his hand, his eyes narrowed involuntarily, and the aura around him was ready to go.
He has already seen that the person coming before him is not good.
The red-haired visitor did not answer Taoist Lieyang's question, but continued to talk to himself: "Two months ago, there was a bird demon cultivator who passed by this place and was captured by you. Hand it over now, and I will leave you a complete corpse. .”
Taoist Lieyang looked up to the sky and laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke: "Hahaha."
"You are just a ghost cultivator, how dare you speak so shamelessly?"
"You snooped into a certain family's secluded house at will, and I killed you today. The forces behind you can't blame you for daring to speak arrogant words here."
"To tell you the truth, there is no owl eagle monster!"
"Even if there are, they are just monsters. What they do is to kill monsters and eliminate demons."
"You ghost cultivator must not know good from evil, otherwise someone will treat you as a monster and kill you if he is in a bad mood."
Taoist Lieyang snorted coldly, the light and shadow of the flying sword surrounded his side, the cold light was so intense that it stung the eyes. He really couldn't figure out the origin of the ghost cultivator in front of him, but he must not be an ordinary person, because he didn't show any fear at all.
That's all. He actually acted in a matter-of-fact manner, as if he wasn't joking at all.
It is impossible for ordinary monks to have such confidence.
Just because he was unsure, Taoist Lieyang did not directly suppress it.
But thinking about it carefully, it seems that what this ghost cultivator is looking for is the monster.
"That monster, what are you talking about..." Taoist Lieyang recalled carefully, it seemed like...
"If you don't tell the truth, I will find it myself."
"The realm of ignorance."
The red-haired Taoist cut the opening with his fingers and wiped it on his forehead.
The vertical eye of the pattern opened the gap, and a black-red light suddenly shone on the owl shadow condensed by the talisman. Then the light and shadow passed through the formation and landed at the base of the formation.
The four-armed owl was like a human pig, with its hands and feet cut off, and a formation flag nailed to its chest. It was unknown whether it was alive or dead.
The red-haired Taoist was as cold as ice and shouted: "It's too much to bully others!"