Chapter 388: The Yuanshen boss appears for the first time

Chapter 388: The Yuanshen boss appears for the first time

Wang Zijia drove the blood-colored escape light and arrived at the Seven Peaks in about a quarter of an hour.

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning, the morning sun was shining, and the morning mist in the mountains had mostly dissipated. The entire Heritage Peak was covered with a layer of blood-colored golden light under the shining of the morning sun.

There were pavilions and towers at the foot of the mountain, and ancient trees on the mountain were lush and green. The mountain and the mountain were separated at the waist. It was like the separation and integration of the ancient traditional sect era and the current practice era.

Looking at this scene, Wang Zijia hovered in the air for a moment, and then went to the group of temples where the preaching building was located on the mountainside according to the guidance of the identity card.

Even in the morning, even in the wartime, you can still see a lot of escape lights rising and falling, a school of immortals.

Wang Zijia floated down from the exclusive landing area, and soon after landing, a senior sister hurriedly came to meet him.

Zhang Xiumin, about three hundred years old, was in the middle stage of the real person, and was born in the Zhang family.

The Zhang family is the core family of the preaching faction of the Sutra Library, and is also one of the top families of the Wanyu Sect. Its patriarch is the owner of the preaching building!

"Young junior brother?" When Wang Zijia's basic information flashed in his mind, Zhang Xiumin saluted Wang Zijia and said so.

Wang Zijia: "······"

We don't know each other, you call me this nickname as soon as you come, is it really okay?

While being extremely speechless in his heart, he said with a smile on his face: "If senior sister wants to find Zijia, it should be me!"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiumin looked up and down at Wang Zijia with a little curiosity and a little scrutiny, and then said:

"Let's go, I'll take you to see the ancestor, time is almost up, let's not be late!"

"Thank you, senior sister!" Wang Zijia replied with a smile.

After speaking, the two walked towards the hall where the main building was located. As the buildings on the seven peaks, the style is classical, as if it has continued from ancient times to the present.

Between the carved railings and jade bricks, it is full of charm.

After a while, the two came to the center of the temple, in front of a huge octagonal tower with nine floors and dozens of meters high.

What is shocking is that the tower is emitting precious light and spirituality. Although it is impossible to see what material it is, Wang Zijia knows without opening his spiritual eyes that this thing... It is a magic weapon!

And it is not a fourth-grade magic weapon, at least fifth-grade, maybe sixth-grade!

As for more, Wang Zijia doesn't know, after all, there is not much relevant information about this thing in the basic knowledge he knows.

"Heavenly Questions"

There are these two words on the gate of the octagonal pagoda.

The Heavenly Questions Tower is a legendary magic weapon of the Heart and God. Its specific function is unknown. It is only known that it can help people realize the Tao and awaken the spirit.

It is the headquarters of the preaching lineage and one of the most precious resources of the preaching lineage.

Every quota to enter the Heavenly Questions Enlightenment Room is no less than the value of a piece of Fetal Breathing Divine Heart Jade. Legend has it that there is a genius who suddenly realizes in the Heavenly Questions Enlightenment Room and becomes a god in one day!

Standing at the entrance of Tianwen Tower, looking at the plaque on the gate, he was slightly stunned.

Zhang Xiumin seemed to be accustomed to it. He gave Wang Zijia some time before saying, "Let's go!"

Wang Zijia came back to his senses and followed him into the gate.

The moment he passed through the gate, the space expanded rapidly. After entering the hall, he was already in a huge space that looked like an underground city.

You can't see the end at a glance!

If it weren't for the fact that he was more than ten meters above his head and could clearly see the upper tower layer, Wang Zijia would believe that this was an underground city.

Zhang Xiumin didn't seem to be a talkative person. He led Wang Zijia all the way through and went up the stairs to the second and third floors until he came to the eighth floor and stopped.

This entire floor is the owner's personal space.

The two entered the eighth floor, passed through many buildings, and stopped in a place that looked like a study.

Zhang Xiumin looked at the time and waited for a while. Wang Zijia was also quite patient. He followed quietly during the process without asking too many questions or saying anything.

Such performance made Zhang Xiumin feel good about him.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, Zhang Xiumin reached out and knocked on the door when he thought it was about time.

"Come in!"

An old voice came from inside.

Zhang Xiumin heard it and stepped into the room with Wang Zijia.

Unlike what Wang Zijia imagined, the layout of the room was not grand or luxurious. Apart from the larger space, it was actually an ordinary practice room.

Half of the study, half of the practice room, and the middle for receiving guests. This layout is too common in Wanyu Sect. Wang Zijia's office in Fulou is like this, and many standard buildings in Fulou are like this.

Or is this the standard source of those buildings?

In this half of the study, at this moment, an old man with white hair and beard, facing a fist-sized round bead object, which is suspected to be a heritage magic weapon, is transmitting magic power.

Under the impact of his magic power, runes visible to the naked eye jumped out of the round bead and gathered in the air.

After the rune absorbed a lot of the opponent's special magic power, it turned into an exquisite secret book.

As the runes appeared, the spirituality of the round bead object weakened a lot, but the power in it also became much simpler.

‘Is this a high-level application of the inheritance method or the coffin method? ’

Wang Zijia looked at this scene, his eyes flickered slightly, and he subconsciously stole a glance at the old man.

Zhang Decheng, the contemporary ancestor of the Zhang family, the owner of the preaching building, has a cultivation level of the fifth realm of the peak of the soul.

He is one of the strongest among the more than a thousand gods in the sect, except for the two old monsters who have crossed the tribulation.

At least on the surface!

His age is unknown. According to legend, he is probably over 1,700 years old. For a lifespan of more than 2,000 years for a Yuanshen cultivator, he is definitely in his old age.

Perhaps because of his lifespan, the attitude of the original salted fish...inaction has changed a little. He began to "actively" pay attention to and cultivate the younger generation, not only limited to the Zhang family, but also to the entire preaching faction.

In recent years, he has even expressed his intention to find a successor to the building owner.

Of course, this positivity is only relative.

After all, the inaction trend of the preaching lineage is prevalent. A lot of lying salted fish are second only to the guards of the Sutra Pavilion, or the reserve guards!

But if you underestimate these salted fish, you are wrong.

This faction has the most big guys. The one who often lectures you may be a super big guy, or even the highest big guy you have ever met in your life, the ceiling of the circle of contacts!

…

While Wang Zijia's thoughts were flashing, the room was quiet.

This silence lasted for a moment, and two more books flew out with the runes and condensed into shape.

The round bead that was suspected to be a heritage artifact could no longer maintain its shape, and turned into a group of pure extraordinary characteristics, containing some mixed power.

It seemed to have some polluted personal magic characteristics?

The old man slowly finished his work and put the things away.

"Grandfather, the person has been brought here. If there is no other instructions, the disciple will go down!"

Only then did Zhang Xiumin greet him and break the silence.

"Hello, host!"

Wang Zijia immediately followed the greeting.

"Well!" The old man did not look up, while sealing the round bead artifact and putting away the secret book.

Zhang Xiumin heard this and turned away, leaving Wang Zijia alone, working in the study.

The old man Zhang Decheng packed up the things slowly, then raised his head and looked at Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia immediately stopped stealing glances at the other party, lowered his head quietly, stood respectfully, and looked like an honest junior.

After looking at Wang Zijia for a moment, he stood up from the desk, came to the reception area in the middle of the room, and took out a set of teapots.

Wang Zijia saw this and hurried forward and said, "Master, let the disciple come!"

Zhang Decheng did not refuse, and handed the things to Wang Zijia quite casually, and sat down at the tea table.

His casual attitude and friendly temperament were not like a Yuanshen God Lord at all, just like an ordinary old man, giving people a feeling of a real elder.

In his gentleness, he had the weight of age, but without the majesty of a superior, just like an...ancient Confucian scholar? Or a university professor?

Such a person, such a temperament, is really rare in this world.

Because of the other party's attitude, Wang Zijia's nervous mood unconsciously relaxed a lot, and he respectfully made tea for him.

While Wang Zijia was making tea, Zhang Decheng looked at him without any concealment. But his eyes were not aggressive at all, and Wang Zijia didn't even feel a little peeping in his spiritual sense, just like an ordinary look.

"Did you really get the inheritance of the fake Nanfei?" Zhang Decheng suddenly asked after looking at him for a while.

Wang Zijia's mind moved slightly. The inheritance of the fake Taoist should be transparent to the high-level leaders of the sect. Why do you ask this?

Wang Zijia's mind turned quickly. While pouring tea for Zhang Decheng, he said: "To reply to the host, I did get part of the inheritance of the fake real person."

"After being given the inheritance, he can still have such a foundation. The magic power is pure and condensed. The old Taoist in the past was ashamed. No wonder the old guys in the Ascension Hall wanted to ask for people from me a few days ago." Zhang Decheng heard the words and looked at Wang Zijia again. While speaking, he saw Wang Zijia finish drinking tea and raised his hand and said: "Sit down."

"Disciple will stand!" Wang Zijia's mind moved slightly, revealing a clean and bright clear smile, and added: "Be more at ease!"

Zhang Decheng paused in drinking tea, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Wang Zijia, saying: "You are interesting."

Wang Zijia smiled back, Zhang Decheng lowered his head to drink tea, and the room suddenly fell into silence.

Zhang Decheng finished half a cup of tea, and Wang Zijia saw this and immediately gave him another half cup.

"Someone told me about your matter earlier." Zhang Decheng spoke again at this moment: "But because you were given the inheritance of the fake and difficult to fly, it should be included in the inheritance lineage."

"As a result, you chose the path of a disciple of power transmission, but I thought that after you absorbed the inheritance, you would turn to the inheritance and be buried, so I didn't pay much attention to it."

"Unexpectedly, you not only chose our teaching lineage, but also did not turn to the inheritance lineage after opening the meridians. Judging from your plan, you have always wanted to make this disciple of power transmission into a master of power transmission, and not turn to the inheritance of burial?"