Longevity starts with dual cultivation

Chapter 290 Luo Qi Tianjun: My Lord, You and I Are Destined
Between the colorful, gorgeous and exquisite gilded portal, a thin golden light curtain separated the inside and the outside, and also blocked Ling Changqing's sight.

However, there were no extra restrictions between the light curtains, and one could easily pass through them.

Before stepping into the light curtain, Ling Changqing looked back for the last time.

On the purple jade arch bridge, the tall and charming queen in ice-blue crown and robes stared at him with gnashed teeth, but could do nothing.

Ling Changqing smiled indifferently, turned around, stepped through the light curtain and entered the portal.

In the field of vision is a crystal clear arched passage, emitting a mysterious and distant light golden luster.

The ground, walls and vaulted ceilings are covered with intricate and gorgeous textures, with gorgeous spiritual light shining through them. They are completely integrated without any visible gaps.

Ling Changqing pondered for a moment and released Meng Feiyu, Bai Qingyi and Su Qinglian.

"My husband has come in already? That's amazing!"

Meng Feiyu, with her eyes full of life and stunning beauty, looked around and immediately realized where she was. She couldn't help but smile with a rosy face.

If the occasion wasn't wrong, she would have wanted to pull Ling Changqing aside and give him a good "reward".

"That arch should hold them off for two or three days,"

Ling Changqing said: "How should we go next? Madam, can you lead the way?"

"Well, it should be."

As Meng Feiyu spoke, she turned around and looked at the gilded door, then gracefully walked to the corner beside it and started to tinker with it carefully.

It was unknown what kind of mechanism or restriction she had triggered, but the light curtain suddenly lit up and then became several times thicker. Waves of light curtains like water waves quietly dropped from the top of the portal, covering it layer by layer.

Immediately, Ling Changqing sensed a cold and murderous aura between the gates, which should be some powerful restriction being activated.

"Now, this door has been closed,"

Meng Feiyu smiled and said, "It can at least stop them for twenty hours. Even if they are able to break the restriction in the end, they will have to pay a heavy price."

The three women smiled at each other. The more those guys outside died, the better. All the opportunities in this holy land had nothing to do with them.

The rest of the journey was much smoother. Meng Feiyu held Ling Changqing's arm and walked through the ten-mile-long passage, passing through six gates and crossing two smaller jade arch bridges.

Naturally, these places were closed off by Meng Feiyu, and various restrictions and traps were set up to ensure that latecomers could not pass through easily.

"Ok?"

When she walked to a bronze tripod several meters high, Meng Feiyu raised her head and looked around in surprise, feeling that something was wrong.

"Is there someone inside already?"

Bai Qingyi asked cautiously.

"That's probably the case!"

Ling Changqing was also speechless. Along the way, there were endless powerful restrictions and traps. How could a cultivator be able to come here?

Fortunately, this is not the core area of ​​the holy ruins, otherwise all our efforts would have been in vain.

He thought about it, silently practiced the secret method of heaven, pinched the spiritual formula to calculate for a while, and his expression relaxed a little:

"The situation is not that bad. There shouldn't be many monks inside, and they are currently trapped. It seems that they will be trapped for quite some time?"

"Trapped?"

Meng Feiyu was slightly stunned: "That should be in the Xuanguang Divine Prison, right? They are really skilled and daring, actually sneaking into such a deadly place?"

Xuanguan Divine Prison was the place used by Hongmeng Temple to punish and imprison disciples who made mistakes.

Of course, some powerful men from hostile forces would be sent here to be suppressed after being captured.

No matter how high the prisoner's cultivation level is, once he is sent to the Xuanguan Divine Prison, he will never have a chance to escape.

In the ancient times, the Xuanguan Divine Prison of the Hongmeng Temple was also a notorious place of great danger, which made many powerful people from hostile forces shudder at the mention of it.

"Who on earth is this? Let's go and take a look!"

Meng Feiyu suggested that as she returned to her hometown, her memories of her past life were being restored every moment. A huge amount of information impacted her sea of ​​consciousness, so that confusion and ignorance appeared in her eyes from time to time.

Ling Changqing did not refuse, and the four of them continued to move forward, passing by numerous magnificent buildings, palaces, and halls. There were so many magnificent and splendid buildings that it was impossible to see the end of them.

One can imagine how glorious and prosperous this place must have been before the decline of the Hongmeng Temple.

"arrive!"

After several hours, Meng Feiyu finally spoke.

It was an open space of several thousand acres in radius. The ground seemed to be made of some kind of translucent dark golden crystal bricks that were melted together as a whole. There was no trace of splicing or inlaying, as if it had grown out of thin air.

In the center of the open space is a small hill no more than thirty meters high, shining brightly all over, and its shape is like a heavy seal.

Surrounding the seal, thousands of Taoist puppets holding long spears stood quietly. Their burly bodies were over ten feet tall, and their thick black armor was covered with intricate and mysterious array patterns. Phantom lights flickered, giving off a chilling aura like prison.

This is the entrance to the Xuanguan Divine Prison. These Taoist puppet armies standing in formation are the Divine Prison’s first line of defense.

Ling Changqing took a quick look and found that the strength of the Taoist puppets were all at the upper fourth level. Obviously, this was not the level they should be at under normal circumstances.

"It seems that when those guys were trapped, they destroyed all the Taoist puppets here? So now, their strength has not yet recovered to its peak state?"

Meng Feiyu said with a frown.

According to the memory of that year, each of these Taoist puppet legions had the combat power of the peak fifth level, and the guys leading them were difficult to deal with even the cultivators in the Refinement Void Realm.

I never thought that their strength has declined so drastically now.

After sorting out her memory, Meng Feiyu tried to use the spiritual spell, and the Taoist puppet army in the distance immediately reacted, silently stepped aside and made way.

Ling Changqing looked slightly relieved. As long as she could still control this place, the next things would be easy.

The four of them arrived in front of a small hill. A ten-foot-high, ink-black iron gate was tightly closed. The intricate and dense magic array patterns on its surface were shining with spiritual light, and a terrifying pressure was hidden.

Meng Feiyu just stared at the door for a while, then recalled her lost memories, and awkwardly made several control seals.

Amidst the continuous vibrations, the pitch-black portal that had been closed for who knows how long slowly opened to both sides until it retracted into the mountain, and a spacious arched passage appeared before their eyes.

The inky black floor tiles, walls and columns, dome, sculptures... everything has a black tone.

The intricate array patterns and restrictions all over it all have functions of blocking, suppressing, confining, weakening, and putting to sleep.

There is no free spiritual energy in the space, and the cultivators cannot get any replenishment here. Once trapped by the restrictions, no matter how high their cultivation level is, they will slowly become weaker.

Walking in the passage, Ling Changqing could clearly sense the omnipresent power of the seal. With his current cultivation level of merely Yuanying Zhenjun, if he accidentally got trapped inside, he would probably never have a chance to escape.

As we went deeper, dozens of halls with rough styles appeared one after another, as well as supporting rest areas. These should be the places where the jailers and elders who were in charge of this place in the past lived.

After passing through three portals with powerful restrictions, Ling Changqing finally saw the prison area.

The space was filled with suffocating pressure. On both sides of the aisle, black iron doors of the same specifications, covered with array patterns and prohibitions, were lined up one after another.

Behind each door is a small prison cell.

Looking through the small observation window on the door, the cells were all empty.

In other words, they are empty now because the prisoners imprisoned in them are all dead.

Ling Changqing saw a golden skeleton of a four-legged beast lying in a cell. Even though it had been dead for many years, the aura emanating from the skeleton was still full of oppression.

"This is a one-horned Qinglin beast that I captured back then. It has the blood of the ancient mythical beast Qilin, but unfortunately it is not very pure. I never thought that its bones are still here."

Meng Feiyu said this and used the spiritual spell to open the prison door.

Bai Qingyi took action, froze the priceless bones, and put them into the storage magic tool.

Later, when Ling Changqing’s cultivation level is high enough, he can try to refine it and forge it into a powerful weapon or protective gear.

The next dozens of prison cells were all empty, with the exception of some human monks' skeletons that were occasionally found. However, due to their insufficient cultivation levels during their lifetime, these skeletons had turned into powder and were no longer of any useable value.

Walk to the end of the passage, and you will see a new dark gold portal with a spiral staircase leading downwards.

Ling Changqing and the three women went down the stairs to the second floor. The layout of the cells here was similar to that of the previous floor.

In the third cell, a jade-white human-shaped skeleton was lying on the ground, wrapped in a tattered blue-black robe, and its original style could no longer be seen.

Next to its hand, there is a palm-sized purple-gold gourd, emitting mysterious and profound magical fluctuations.

"It's a good thing, but it's a pity that my husband can't use it now!" Meng Feiyu smiled and said, "Only Sister Qingyi's cultivation can barely activate it. Why don't you take care of it first?"

"Of course there is no problem with that."

Bai Qingyi replied, with a hint of anticipation in her beautiful eyes.

Meng Feiyu opened the door and let Bai Qingyi take the rare treasure.

The previous owner of this purple gold gourd was also the head of a Taoist sect in the ancient times. He had a hostile relationship with the Hongmeng Temple. Later, he was defeated by Meng Feiyu and imprisoned here.

There was nothing good in the remaining cells. Some skeletons of strange beasts or monks were found, but their spiritual essence had been lost and they were no longer of any use.

“…Is there anyone here?”

In the silent space, a voice full of vicissitudes of life sounded faintly.

"Who are you, fellow Taoist? I hope you can lend me a helping hand!"

Then a mellow and pleasant voice with a hint of majesty was heard.

Ling Changqing was slightly stunned and looked at Meng Feiyu.

"It's at the very back. Let's go over there!"

Meng Feiyu said this, and took Ling Changqing's arm and walked to the cell at the end of the corridor, where they finally saw the real person.

Through the small window on the door, Ling Changqing saw a man in a green robe with long hair covering his face. His hands and feet were tied with black chains and he could not move at all.

Sensing that someone was watching him, the man in green robe suddenly raised his head, and his fierce and domineering eyes met Ling Changqing's gaze, like a flash of lightning that cut through space.

"Nascent Soul?"

The green-robed man was obviously a little surprised: "With such a weak cultivation, you can actually come here? My friend, you must have some extraordinary secrets, right?"

"Who are you?"

Ling Changqing asked calmly.

The man in green robe smiled and said: "I am from Qingchen Continent, the current God Emperor of Qingchen Divine Dynasty: Ji Xuanchen. Since you and I meet here, it shows that there is a deep bond between us!"

"Ji Xuanchen?"

Su Qinglian's eyes flashed slightly, and then she used telepathic communication to tell Ling Changqing the other party's identity and origin.

The Qingchen Continent is also one of the giant continents in this world, and the Qingchen Divine Dynasty is the most powerful force on the continent, otherwise it would not dare to use "Qingchen" as the name of the Divine Dynasty.

This Ji Xuanchen is indeed the Lord of the Divine Dynasty, but he has been missing for more than a thousand years. The Divine Dynasty's top leaders have dispatched large forces to search for him more than once, but found nothing.

I never thought that His Majesty the Divine Emperor was trapped here.

The current Qingchen Divine Dynasty has long since changed its head. Even if Ji Xuanchen is able to escape and return, he can probably only be a supreme elder.

"How about this, if you try to rescue me from this predicament, I promise to give you a great fortune and a great opportunity, so that you can have great power and status from now on, and enjoy an eternal and carefree life!"

Ji Xuanchen said to Ling Changqing in the cell.

There was a hint of charm in his voice, making it sound particularly sincere and reliable, making people subconsciously believe it.

"Daydream!"

Ling Changqing chuckled. Did these people in high positions learn all these cake-making tricks on their own?
He had some ideas, but this guy actually dared to use his charm on him? He had bad intentions, so there was nothing to talk about.

Ji Xuanchen's expression froze for a moment. Just as he was about to continue persuading her, a mellow and pleasant voice came from the other side:
"Ji Xuanchen, please stop fooling the younger generation. You are used to being a high and mighty emperor, but you are so stupid to ask for help?"

"..."

Ji Xuanchen's expression froze slightly, and he snorted coldly: "Ji Minghui, please stop ruining my reputation. We are in the same situation now!"

Ling Changqing turned his head and saw that in the cell across the passage, there was locked a bright and beautiful girl in a snow-white dress with fair skin and delicate features, fiery red lips, and skin as smooth as snow and as delicate as a baby's.

Her cultivation aura had reached the peak of the Refined Void realm, even higher than Ji Xuanchen's. But for some reason, both of them were trapped here and became neighbors.

Seeing Ling Changqing's appearance, the girl named Ji Minghui smiled, and the whole space seemed to light up:
"Young man, you look pretty good! How about this, as long as you can save me from this predicament, I can grant you three wishes, how about that?"

"Ji Minghui?"

Su Qinglian's eyes flickered, and she also told Ling Changqing the other party's background.

The Ningxiang Palace, the second-ranked force on the Qingchen Continent, is also a sect of pure female practitioners. Its overall strength is second only to the Qingchen Divine Dynasty.

Ji Minghui is the previous headmaster of Ningxiang Palace. After passing the throne to his own disciples hundreds of years ago, he traveled around in search of immortal opportunities. Unexpectedly, he was trapped here.

"You two... were probably captured and sent here to be imprisoned, right?"

Meng Feiyu asked suddenly. She hadn't said anything before, just observing quietly.

Ji Minghui's expression changed slightly, and after thinking for a while, she said, "That's right, more than three hundred years ago, I came to this ancient holy land to seek opportunities, but was discovered by a vicious ugly woman!

She asked me to do work for her, but I refused. Then she suddenly turned hostile and arrested me and locked me up here!"

"Who is that woman?"

Ling Changqing became inexplicably nervous. If there was a powerful person who had never shown up hiding in the dark and spying on them, he and the three women would be in danger.

"Her name is Luo Qi Tianjun. It is said that she comes from a mysterious force and has been lingering in these ruins for a thousand years."

Ji Minghui said that there was nothing to hide about this kind of thing.

"We have to leave now!"

Meng Feiyu's eyes were cold. Even if she was the original owner of this place and had the advantage of geographical location, she would probably be unable to resist if she encountered the other party in advance.

Naturally, there was no reason for Ling Changqing to refuse, and he and the three women immediately turned into streams of light and escaped, completely ignoring Ji Minghui's repeated calls behind them.

At the entrance to the Xuanguan Divine Prison, amidst a low roar, the thick black door was slowly closing, with only a few feet left.

Meng Feiyu rushed forward and immediately cast several seals, slowing down the closing speed of the portal.

Immediately, the four of them rushed out together.

"what?"

Dozens of steps away, a plump, tall, and elegant woman with a rosy face stood there. Her dark blue dress was covered with exquisite and intricate nebula patterns, and a hint of surprise appeared in her beautiful eyes.

Obviously, the four people who just rushed out were still able to control the restrictions here, which surprised her.

"who are you?"

Meng Feiyu looked up and down at the beautiful woman with a serious expression. She actually had the ability to control the restrictions here, so her background must be very extraordinary.

"I am Lord Luo Qi,"

The beautiful lady in green clothes frowned slightly and said calmly: "I have been practicing in seclusion here for more than a thousand years. Since you dare to break into my temple, you must be prepared to pay the price!"

"is it?"

Meng Feiyu smiled without comment.

Without seeing how she moved, Luo Qi Tianjun's expression suddenly changed.

At some point, a huge shadow of a seal covered the entire open space around the Xuanguan Divine Prison.

Ling Changqing, Bai Qingyi and Su Qinglian didn't feel anything, but Luo Qi Tianjun was different.

She only felt that there was an infinite force pressing down from the sky, as if the entire Xuanguan Divine Prison was pressing down on her, so that she could not move for a while.

Luo Qi Tianjun's face was slightly gloomy, and his body was shining with light and shadow. A huge eight-treasure yellow umbrella emerged from above his head, blocking the rapidly increasing terrifying pressure.

However, with her level of cultivation, she could only barely maintain it and was unable to break the phantom of the seal.

"Let's go, see you again in the future!"

Meng Feiyu smiled, took Ling Changqing's arm and was about to leave.

Her cultivation from her previous life has not yet recovered, so she can only control the restrictions of the Xuanguan Divine Prison to temporarily trap the other party, but it is impossible to suppress him.

Luo Qi Tianjun's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Ling Changqing and said anxiously:
"Please stay, young man. You and I are destined to be together!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)