The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 127 Beilincheng

Three months after the fall of Dongtian near the coast of the West Sea, in Guchun Courtyard, Chen Guan, who was handling mundane affairs, asked the two peak masters in front of him with an unpleasant expression: "It has only been two months, and there have been five cases of puppets going out of control in Qiling Pavilion of Sanqingfang.

If this continues, our reputation and credibility will be completely destroyed. How do Lingfeng and Qifeng inspect the work of puppet making? Can the disciples make mistakes in such a simple process? "

Lingfeng Peak Master Yan Cheng hurriedly defended himself, "Master, please calm down. Lingfeng disciples have always followed the procedures and there is no way such a big mistake could have been made. Every procedure at Lingfeng is strictly in accordance with the requirements of the sect's manufacturing method."

Upon hearing what he said, Qifeng Peak Master Wang Lingchuan quickly replied, "Master, Qifeng's core inner restrictions were carved hundreds and thousands of times by the disciples of the Secret Hall. If there was a mistake, I'm afraid there would have been feedback long ago."

Chen Guan looked uncertain when he heard this. He glanced at the two of them and asked, "Have you checked all the puppet remains sent back from the pavilion? Did you find anything?"

Yan Cheng shook his head and said, "My disciple did not detect anything unusual, but the magic restriction on the puppet was indeed broken from the inside."

Wang Lingchuan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Master, an old steward of the secret hall found some suspected soul-destroying threads on the remains!"

"Soul-destroying silk?" Chen Guan frowned. "This thing can only be found in the far north. How could it appear in Sanqingfang?"

"This... I don't know much about it either." Wang Lingchuan replied, "I'm worried that this incident was not caused by the puppets made by our sect, but most likely by the Thousand Puppet Pavilion in the north!"

"How could they do such a sinister and despicable thing?" Chen Guan said coldly, "Send thirty stewards to Sanqingfang, and two hundred inner disciples to support them, and find the person who dared to use the evil spirit thread!"

"Yes! Master!" the two of them responded hurriedly.

"Master! The mountain guard disciple is here to report an important matter!"

A hurried report from outside the door interrupted the voice in the yard.

Chen Guan dismissed the two peak masters, summoned the disciple, and asked, "Is there anything important?"

The disciple of Shoushan said nervously: "Master, not long ago a mysterious person came to the mountain gate and handed over a letter. He said it was a letter from an old friend and asked to pass it to the master.

The disciples saw that he had supernatural powers and most likely he was truly practicing, so they did not dare to hesitate. "

Chen Guan raised his hand and the envelope opened in mid-air. He saw the contents clearly with just a glance and nodded, "I already know. Go back."

"Yes! Master." The disciple guarding the mountain responded respectfully and retreated.

Chen Guan was the only one left in the courtyard, with an expression of uncontrollable sorrow on his brow.

There is no need to mention the intentions of Qiangui Pavilion. Ever since Senior Brother Li Yuan passed down the various puppet-making methods decades ago, many sects in the north have heard of the fame and come to Qilingmen to purchase batches of puppets.

The number of disciples in the sect has been increasing in recent years because the income from puppets, talismans and instruments is quite good, which allows Qi Lingmen to have more spare energy to train disciples.

Now that the sect is showing signs of decline, the Qiankui Pavilion can no longer hold back.

As for the content of the letter, it made him feel even more gloomy. It was Jiugong, who had been silent for a long time, who appeared again and warned him not to interfere in Jiugong's affairs. Otherwise, he would be an enemy of the rebels.

Jiugong often needs to use young disciples from various families as medicine to refine secret pills, or to refine some strange things.

Its purpose, in addition to assisting the four monarchs above the Twelve Yuan Lords, is also to provide great assistance to the "Emperor" who is rumored to have the strongest status and power in the Nine Palaces, to help him achieve the Golden Elixir!

No one knows the face of the emperor in the dark of the Nine Palaces, but each of the four gentlemen is a great cultivator above the seventh level, and they are also seeking the opportunity to obtain the golden elixir.

Many Taoist sects with shallow inheritance will naturally help Jiugong in secret, hoping to overthrow Linglong Sect's position of dominance one day.

However, some influential forces are aware of the weirdness of the Nine Palaces’ existence, so they take precautions and simply ignore its behavior.

Now Jiugong is coming to recruit disciples again, and he is the only true cultivator left in Qiling Sect. If he were to stay outside the formation, even the Twelve Yuan Lords might not be able to stop him.

The Qi Ling Sect seemed to be still stable, but in fact, it was already surrounded by dangers.

Since Jiugongdu has become active again, Dushadao must still be thinking about the orthodox inheritance of Duwei, and I am afraid he will take some action.

Chen Guan sighed, and passed Qi Ling to the four secret disciples, warning them not to step out of the mountain gate in the near future.

Afterwards, he summoned the Five Peaks, and ordered all disciples inside and outside the mountain gate to be careful and cautious when leaving the mountain.

If the sect’s nearly two thousand disciples were to close the mountain, they would not be able to hold out for long as their spiritual resources and spiritual objects would be exhausted. Therefore, the order to close the mountain can only be given at the most critical moment.

……

In front of an ancient city that was dormant on the earth like a prehistoric beast, there was a cold and handsome man with crows on his shoulders. Li Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and stared at the city wall built of black iron rock with his inky black eyes. There was a faint green phosphorescent fire flowing between the cracks of the stone, like a festering abscess on the earth, emitting the smell of decay and death. On the bricks of the city, there were twisted ancient characters engraved, like a curse left by a struggling ghost, appearing and disappearing in the dim light.

The sky was tightly covered by thick dark clouds, which were so black that they seemed to drip ink, and were so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The purple-black thunder appeared and disappeared in the clouds, and every flash reflected the hideous outline of the ancient city.

From time to time, one or two bolts of lightning would strike outside the city, sparks and dark green phosphorescence would blend and run wild, raising a cloud of pungent smoke and dust.

There was only a long straight road with flying mud leading to the city gate that would not be hit by the thunder.

"Is this Beilin City? The first city in the north, with purple thunder suppressing the sky and earth supporting the ground. It imprisons demons and imprisons evil spirits, and subdues ghosts. It looks quite imposing."

Chen Ming looked at the ancient city with a somewhat dull look in his eyes. Although the surroundings were empty, there was no one in sight.

"Of course, the South Gate of Beilin City only allows people to enter but not exit. Even if spiritual resources and goods are transported in and out from the outside world, they will never let people in the city leave easily.

Once you enter the city, if you want to leave, you must kill hundreds of ghosts and thousands of evil spirits before you can escape. Senior Brother Cui's cultivation progress is so fast because he has fought countless battles in this city. "Li Yuan curled his lips, raised his long hair, and said with a smile: "If I want to go faster, or even further, I must enter this city.

This journey is far more dangerous than what my cheap master encountered. Are you determined to follow me?"

"Gah, don't underestimate me! I also have great ambitions!" Shen Ming stared at him dissatisfiedly and said, "Although the old master is gone, I also want the mountain gate he guarded with his life to last longer.

When this crow's magical power reaches perfection, I will definitely be much more powerful than that long worm!"

"Long worm?" Li Yuan took a moment to react before asking, "Are you talking about Guiyin? His bloodline is noble, how can you compare to him?"

"Why can't I compare?" Chen Ming flapped his wings in dissatisfaction and flew away. The crow feathers fell and dispersed into dark mist, covering the road to the earth in front of him. He actually broke into it first.

Seeing this scene, Li Yuan moved and turned into black light and set foot on the long road. The ancient and dilapidated city gate slowly opened, and a cold and deathly aura rushed towards him.

A man and a crow broke into the ancient city without any scruples. The city was dead silent, with broken walls and ruins everywhere, and faintly visible bones scattered among them.

The streets were filled with thick fog, and there seemed to be unknown black shadows quietly moving through the fog, making low whimpers, as if they were the weeping and howling of wronged souls in the past. The strong wind whistled past, making the dilapidated window sashes in the city creak, like the screams of a dying demon, which was creepy. "Hey! Someone is alive! Another person is alive!"

A shrill and strange cry was heard, and a pair of black and white figures walked out of the fog. The black shadow was short and the white shadow was tall and thin. Both of them had a long bloody tongue coming out of their mouths. Their faces were hideous and snow-white, which was creepy.

"There is no one alive in Beilin City, so please stop swearing! And that black bird!"

The short dark figure yelled rudely.

"Who are you calling black?" Shen Ming got furious when he heard that. Just as he was about to explode, Li Yuan grabbed it and put it into the spirit beast bag.

"The spirit beast master is still sensible." Bai Ying smiled with his eyes half closed, and slowly said, "Let me tell you a few rules of the city.

To the north of the city, half of the city is in the world of the living, and half of the city is in the underworld.

One part human, two parts monster, three parts ghost and four parts demon.

Since everyone has entered this city, they all have their own purpose. We will not ask about it, but if you want to leave the city, you need to hand in enough soul beads before you can leave.

If there is any spiritual object you want or something you need for spiritual practice, you can come to the [Underworld] in the center of the city to exchange for soul beads. There is only one opportunity to deliver goods to the outside world every year, so you must seize it.

As for the rest, I can only warn you that except for what we two said to you when you first entered the city, and what the gods in the underworld said, you cannot trust any words in the city!"

Li Yuan nodded, "That's all?"

"That's right." The black shadow said with a smile: "But if you are willing to take out some good things, we will naturally reveal more."

Li Yuan said "oh" after hearing this, then turned and left.

"Damn, you bastard! How dare you not pay the protection fee!" The shadow said angrily: "Without the two of us protecting you, you won't live long and will become a thing!"

Li Yuan paused, turned around and said, "What you say now is not credible."

"Haha, young man, every time someone comes to this city to get rid of a criminal, isn't he a genius? Aren't they still buried here in a place that never sees the sun?" Bai Ying sneered and said, "After today, if you want to ask us anything, it won't be this price."

"What's your name?" Li Yuan suddenly turned around and asked.

"I am the messenger appointed by the Underworld, Bai Wuchang!"

"I am also the messenger appointed by the Underworld, the Black Impermanence!"

The black shadow and the white shadow introduced their names without thinking.

"fake."

Li Yuan said this, turned around and disappeared into the mist.

"What? How dare you say I'm fake!"

"What an arrogant boy! I can't wait to peel off his skin and lick his fresh blood!"

The two Impermanences stared at the direction he left, one angry and one cold. A speck of dust slowly fell in the hazy fog, and no one paid any attention.

……

In the Xuanyuan Realm, Li Yuan stood up, his mind swept across the surrounding world, with a look of doubt on his face.

"There is a He Lei figure in Beilin City. Logically, ghosts, monsters, and evil spirits in the city should be feared and respected. Why is it that after entering the city, it looks so spooky?"

He followed Li Yuan to Beilin City, naturally for the purpose of gathering the ninth person to perform the sacrifice so as to start the sacrifice as soon as possible and bring about changes in the Xuanyuan Realm.

After all, a hundred years is too short a time. If he continues at a normal speed, he might not even be able to achieve a true cultivation level of the upper level.

But it was too shocking to want to go from the fourth to the ninth level within a hundred years. He had not thought about this possibility, but just tried to step into the upper level as soon as possible and sense the Yuanshui level.

As long as he could sense the status, he would be able to find the Tianyi Yuanshui left behind by the Yuanshui Zhenren somewhere else. He could also go a step further and even help him ascend to the throne.

In other places, it is not easy to capture a true cultivator. Even if you catch him, his identity will be exposed, thus causing many troubles and harming the Qi Ling Sect.

Only in Beilin City, where life and death do not matter, the disappearance of a true cultivator will not cause any waves.

However, the sacrifice must be done with a physical body, and those evil spirits and ghosts will naturally not be satisfied.

What he values, naturally, are the one part human and two part monsters in this city!
Li Yuan searched for a long time in the hazy fog before he saw the palaces and temples in the east of the city. They seemed like mirages floating in this gloomy ghostland, not quite real.

The north and west of the city are the most dangerous hunting places, while the south is where the [Underworld] and some "characters" with history are located, and fighting is prohibited there.

The only cave is located in the east of the city, where all kinds of demons and monsters live together, but they can fight each other in the dark night.

Every day when night falls, although the sky in this ghost town has never brightened, when the moon comes out it is day, and when the moon disappears it is night.

Every night a cave would be broken into and new evil people would become famous.

Li Yuan stood in front of a slightly shabby courtyard and pushed open the dusty door. A creepy chill rose up along with the dust.

Obviously this was an uninhabited place, so he cleaned it up without any hesitation and set up a spiritual array. Even a high-level cultivator could not destroy this spiritual array in one blow, so it was enough to leave him a little breathing time.

After Li Yuan finished cleaning, he released Shen Ming and said, "This will be your new home from now on. Don't go out casually and cause trouble."

"Got it, got it!" Shen Ming took a deep breath of the thick Yin Qi and said with a refreshed look, "This place is really nice!"

Li Yuan also returned to the quiet room and concentrated on practicing his skills. A thick aura of evil spirits and death rolled in, and his cultivation speed was many times faster than in the mountains!

"As expected, this is the place with the most ghosts and death energy on Nanjue Island. This way, my cultivation speed can be further improved."

However, since he has just arrived, he still needs to familiarize himself with the environment in the city, adapt to the differences in the world, and adjust himself so that he will not be at a disadvantage in the battle.

This place is different from the outside world. The speed of true cultivation is suppressed by Wei Tu, and the maximum speed is less than a thousand feet. The speed is also several times slower. There are even many terrible ghosts lurking in the mist that specialize in eating the soul.

Even if one truly practices cultivation, there is a high possibility of death in such a dangerous place!
(End of this chapter)