Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 648 Three Taoist Palaces
"You want to go over and take a look?"

The old Taoist looked at him as if he were a madman. No, a madman at least knows how to be afraid of being beaten.

This guy is crazier than a lunatic.

Knowing that the area must be dangerous, why are you still rushing there?
"Do you know what you're doing?"

After the old Taoist got off Han Yu, he didn't dare to let him carry him anymore, for he might really be taken to his death.

If he, a powerful Shinto realm cultivator in distress, died in such a place, or died at the hands of a Shentai realm cultivator, he would be laughed at by others.

This is more humiliating than death.

Han Yu naturally knew what he was doing. The Yama Palace was pressing forward step by step, and one thing after another was linked to another. It was the Yama Palace that was leading everyone by the nose from the beginning to the end.

Whether it is the Tiandao Sect or Zhongzhou, they seem to be advancing according to each other's rhythm.

The spirit of the weapon was actually trying to persuade him that he was rushing to seek death even though he knew it was dangerous there.

"I'm really not courting death this time."

Han Yu's face was so serious that the weapon spirit could hardly recognize him.

He figured out one thing. If Yama Palace continued like this, friends like Mo Xiuwen, who had low cultivation, might be alive now, but there was no guarantee that they would die inexplicably at the hands of some cultivator one day.

In addition to good friends, there are also people I know in the small mountain village in the south.

There is even Quan Xiaotong who takes good care of him.

These people who appeared one by one in his life trajectory may die in this thousand-year calculation.

"Do you think I should do something?"

Han Yu suddenly felt emotional and asked the weapon spirit.

“You don’t do it all the time.”

The spirit of the weapon counted Han Yu's actions in detail. Whether it was rushing to support the Nine Sects or finding a foothold, every single one of them was helping.

"But it was Quan Xiaotong who asked me for help, wasn't it?"

Han Yu sighed. Quan Xiaotong came to him because he had no other choice.

Even the confrontation with Yama Palace was just a coincidence and he got involved at the right time.

Or maybe it's because of luck that he targeted Fenhun and the others.

In fact, he seemed to be moving forward passively, as if he was being driven.

From giving out pills to save his life in the beginning, to later on trying to give out pills to gain strength.

All in all, it seems like I have done a lot, but it also seems like I have done nothing.

"You said it yourself. You don't like being kidnapped by morality."

The spirit of the weapon advised.

Han Yu was silent for a moment, his brows furrowed and then gradually relaxed.

Then he smiled.

"What others impose on me is called moral kidnapping, and what I take on myself is called responsibility."

The old Taoist wanted to give Han Yu a few more words of advice, but Han Yu suddenly stood still and seemed distracted.

For a moment, Han Yu's expression changed from confusion, hesitation to relief.

Until the very end, the first thing Han Yu saw when he woke up was the old Taoist's face that was leaning close to him.

"Were you just having an epiphany?"

The old Taoist guessed.

Han Yu covered the other person's face with a look of disgust. He didn't feel disgusted when an old man almost kissed him.

“I’m having a conversation with myself.”

What he said seemed to be correct. What seemed like he was communicating with the spirit of the weapon was actually Han Yu's decision.

The old Taoist rolled his eyes and didn't believe this nonsense from the bottom of his heart.

Han Yu took a last look at his sea of ​​consciousness, which seemed to have mostly recovered, and the speed of recovery was getting faster and faster.

Even my physical condition is gradually getting better.

In that case, you can give it a try.

"You really want to go? You should know that you alone can't help the entire Middle Continent!"

The old Taoist looked at Han Yu taking a step forward and couldn't help but speak.

Damn it, it's because of your way of talking that I was misled.

What's the point of helping or not? Aren't I also a Central Plains person?

And Quan Xiaotong too.

Isn't it enough to simply say that you are also from Zhongzhou?

Han Yu waved his hand, and the next moment he disappeared back into the ground, leaving the old Taoist priest dumbfounded.

Did you really go?

No, you left an old man like me here!
Can the mist in the bottle block the perception of wandering monks or even old Taoist priests?

The spirit of the weapon didn't dare to guarantee it, after all, he had never tried it.

At first, it did deceive Xin Zhui and other Taoist monks, but it had great disadvantages. Once Han Yu made a big move, the fog would not be able to cover it up.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and arm yourself fully. Don't spare even the toes."

Han Yu shuttled through the underground while giving worried instructions.

The spirit of the weapon patted the bottle helplessly. The bottle had to take care of this matter.

After traveling for a while, the spirit of the weapon suddenly stopped.

Just because he could sense the dense spiritual power above his head.

"There are a lot of people. Why don't you reconsider it?"

The spirit of the weapon kept persuading him.

It has not been sensed until now. One reason may be that Han Yu has not practiced and there is no possibility of spiritual power fluctuation.

Second, the power of the fog is stronger than expected. But the spirit of the weapon thinks that this should not be a reason to take risks. After all, the fog is not a trump card. Once there is any movement, it will still be discovered.

"Then find a deserted place and I'll take a look at you."

Han Yu also did not give up.

The difference between a man and a spirit is that such a risk has no way out and is not worth it.

"Are you and that old Taoist stupid? I'm not here to risk my life. I'm here to find out."

Han Yu spoke unhappily. Since the Yama Palace was decorated with great care, it must be important. It would be good to take a look at it.

At least you should know what is going on in Yama Palace.

The spirit of the weapon couldn't resist in the end and could only emphasize it with some concern.

"We agreed to just take a look."

After getting Han Yu's repeated nods, it reluctantly found the most remote corner.

When a head poked out slightly from the ground, Han Yu looked around with a sly look, and only slowly floated to the surface after making sure it was safe.

This place is remote, and when you first see it, you can see three large Taoist temples.

Its shape is strange and eerie, less grand but more evil.

This building, on the contrary, is more like what they have seen in their ghostly lair.

In addition to the three Taoist palaces, there are even traces of reconstruction nearby, so there are definitely more than just these?
Han Yu didn't dare to get any closer. Outside the Taoist Palace, there were groups of cultivators at the initial stage of the Divine Platform standing in rows, probably numbering in the hundreds.

"Maybe there are more than that."

The spirit of the weapon pointed at the stream of light that kept going back and forth in the sky. These initial-level minions were scattered throughout Central China. If they really gathered together, their number would probably be even more astonishing.

The traces of the wandering monks were soon captured, and another team of twenty people descended from the sky and quickly returned to one of the Taoist palaces.

"Go and see."

Han Yu couldn't hold back any longer.

The spirit of the weapon was so frightened that it screamed, "You f*cking said you were just going to take a look."

"Take another look."

When Han Yu finished speaking, he had already sneaked back in. When he got closer, he secretly poked out half of his head.

Soul Palace!

There are two seal characters engraved on the gate of the Taoist palace. The strokes of the brush are as sharp as a knife and move like a dragon or snake, which is quite captivating.

Han Yu was so engrossed in watching that when he came back to his senses, the spirit of the weapon was shaking the bottle to wake him up.

"This plaque is unusual, don't look directly at it."

The spirit of the weapon suddenly looked solemn. If a mere plaque had such a power that could not be looked at directly, then how powerful must the cultivator be who wrote these two words?

In addition, Han Yu also took the opportunity to take a sneak peek at the other two underground palaces.

But this time I learned my lesson and didn't dare to look directly at her. After a quick glance, I immediately looked away.

A torture chamber and a rotating chamber.

Han Yu was completely confused as to the meaning of this and could only memorize it silently, thinking of asking the Taoist later.

"Let's go, let's go!"

The spirit of the weapon couldn't help but urge him on. It was really afraid of Han Yu being here. This place was like a hornet's nest. Once it was poked, all the densely packed cultivators would gather around and it would be a lot of fun.

Han Yu actually wanted to retreat, but just as he was about to move, a streak of light suddenly fell down.

This frightened him so much that his scalp almost exploded. It was another group of wandering monks, and they landed right on top of his head.

At this moment, he couldn't move or stay still.

If he moved, he was afraid of causing some trouble, but if he didn't move, a group of people would stand next to his forehead, which was really disgusting.

Han Yu didn't dare to move, but this group of people moved first, and stepped over his forehead one by one. I don't know which of them was so wicked that he happened to step over Han Yu's forehead when he left.

For a moment, he and Han Yu both looked strange.

The illusion of uneven feet immediately alerted the monk, and when he quickly turned around to take a closer look, he saw only the uneven ground with nothing on it.

Still unwilling to give up, he stomped on the spot a few more times, but the feeling of high and low was gone.

"what happened?"

The monks who were traveling with him were surprised and stopped their feet. Only then did he tell them again what had just happened.

Just like what the old Taoist said, it is very difficult for there to be any so-called darkness under the lamp among monks, and the so-called most dangerous place is the safest is nonsense.

Just because of a feeling, this group of monks were able to spread their aura throughout the area to search.

When Han Yu retreated underground again with lingering fear, he felt as if something like a line of sight was constantly passing through him.

"That's aura, don't let it get contaminated."

The spirit of the weapon gave a helpless reminder.

Fortunately, the effect of the fog seemed to be extremely powerful. As long as Han Yu did not make any movement, these auras would even completely ignore Han Yu's existence.

After sweeping back and forth several times, this group of people finally gave up completely.

"It's probably your illusion."

"It is impossible for a monk to escape such a search."

"It's even more impossible for a monk to sneak in quietly."

When the voice gradually faded away, Han Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

On his way back, he was extremely careful and paid full attention to the feedback from the spirit of the weapon.

When there are groups of walking monks passing by, they even stand still.

Wait until everyone leaves before quietly withdrawing.

The old Taoist swore that he was not so cowardly. After all, he was a Shinto monk. Now he was afraid that he would meet a Taoist monk who would kill him.

The little natives from Central Plains have been there for so long, and yet there hasn't been the slightest movement.

This is probably a good thing. No movement at least means that you are safe and have not been discovered.

(End of this chapter)