One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 196 Chapter 195: Death of the Mountain Gate Golden Pill

He Liang felt as if there was a ball of heat approaching rapidly from the depths of the magma. His heart tightened, and he couldn't help but think: "Is it time for the underground fire to erupt again? But the timing is wrong."

"Also, there is no tremor in the earth's crust."

But he still immediately put away his golden fire gourd.

A wave of heat quickly rose up from the magma, and a ball of brilliant light seemed to break out of its shell.

A surge of hot air emerged, and the brilliant golden-red light frightened He Liang. He used his magic power to resist this highly aggressive heat.

At the same time, he was overjoyed and thought: "It's a treasure, a spiritual object has been born!"

He Liang stretched out his hand to grab it, and vaguely, he seemed to see a golden bird grabbing a mysterious lamp and rushing out of the magma.

However, at this moment, the huge ball of light shrank rapidly, and then he saw a golden light passing through the void, and the lamp disappeared, leaving only a golden light going straight towards the sky.

He Liang didn't see anyone, but he recognized the golden light rising into the sky. Wasn't that the man who stood beside the Saint of the Changsheng Sect before? He was actually here, actually here, too bold, looking for death.

A flash of sword light appeared on his body, and then a beam of sword light rushed up and chased after the golden light.

However, when he caught up to the sky, he saw that the golden light had already gone far away and disappeared into the sunset glow.

He dispersed the sword light in the air, revealing his body, standing in the air, angry in his heart. He thought that he was very fast in flying with the sword, but under that golden light, he still looked embarrassed.

……

Zhao Fuyun fell into the sunset, and he relaxed once again. Being able to move freely under the eyes of the Purple Mansion cultivator was indeed a happy thing for a foundation-building cultivator.

He landed on the endless sand dunes, looking at the golden desert in the sunset. There was no one in sight.

This feeling of being the only one in the vast world can be described as loneliness or tranquility.

The wind blew the sand, making it float in the air, and in the sunlight, it looked like golden fire.

He stepped on the sand, leaving a row of footprints behind him.

These are the footprints he left in this world, but they are constantly being erased by the wind, just like the mark of his life in this world. Every step represents a trace of life disappearing.

He walked leisurely, alone, towards the direction where the sun was setting.

However, in the Dantian of his body, the Red Flame Divine Lamp brought him a burning sensation. He could feel that the Red Flame Divine Lamp was undergoing some kind of sublimation change. At least the flame on the lamp was stronger and hotter than before.

From the sunset into the night, and from the night into the sunrise.

The sunlight was sometimes in front, sometimes behind, and sometimes on the left. It looked at this from all directions.

Finally, the yellow sand under my feet slowly changed, becoming rough, turning into gravel, and slowly other colors appeared.

It is cyan.

The heat that was originally everywhere is dissipating.

When he walked out of the darkness, the sunlight shone on the land, but it was still gloomy and cold.

The ghost country of hell?

He did not go straight in, but stood there for a long time, feeling the rhythm of this world. His body slowly became ethereal, as if he was going to merge with this world. A gust of wind blew, and he disappeared.

Not long after, a group of ghost soldiers passed by. Their bodies seemed to have no color. The leader of the ghost soldiers stood where Zhao Fuyun had just stood. He sniffed the void and suddenly said, "There is a smell of burning. A yang person has come in. Everyone, be careful."

"He's here, he can't go far, let's look for him slowly." said a ghost soldier behind him.

This team of ghost soldiers spread out, searching for people who entered this world like a net.

Zhao Fuyun kept retreating and found that they could actually follow his footsteps by sensing them, so he slowly retreated back into the desert.

Then he walked along the edge until the Red Flame Divine Lamp in his body gradually stabilized. He himself also slowly adapted and was able to stop the Red Flame Divine Lamp from emitting flames.

He once again hid himself and entered the ghost kingdom of Wujian.

When you enter this gloomy land, you cannot see the sun when you look up because it is blocked by a black cloud.

Zhao Fuyun looked up at the dark cloud in the sky and felt it was extremely mysterious. All the darkness on the earth was its shadow.

However, despite this, there were still no ghosts during the day, and at night, the dark clouds seemed to disappear, and the extremely brilliant starry sky could be seen.

The stars are brighter from here than anywhere else.

Then he saw many ghosts appearing on the earth, and they were actually bathing in the starlight.

Moreover, Zhao Fuyun saw that none of the houses built on this land were normal. They were all weird. They did not need windows and looked like stone coffins.

Some are grave mounds.

Tomb mound, coffin stone house, small temple and main hall.

He discovered that there was also a strict social hierarchy here.

The ghosts here also engage in breeding and planting, and they also make elixirs.

There are many evil monsters here.

Zhao Fuyun squatted down and touched the soil on the ground. He felt the filth and faint smell of blood in the soil.

He didn't dare to get close to the tombs, the coffins and stone houses, or even the strange temples and palaces.

I just watched from afar and saw them performing sacrifices. They killed five animals to offer to the sky, and then poured their blood on the ground.

Zhao Fuyun felt that they were transforming the land.

Two words came to his mind - underworld.

Do they want to transform this land into a more habitable underworld?

When Zhao Fuyun walked past the place where the blood of the five sacrificial animals had been splashed, he actually felt like he was walking into a quagmire.

After walking for a few more days and going deeper, he saw a big mountain. The mountain looked like a tomb, but also like a palace.

He looked from afar, and under the brilliant starlight, he saw a huge shadow floating in the sky.

His feet were in the mountain, but his upper body was already in mid-air. He was wearing dark black robes with red, which reflected no light in the darkness.

The only thing that emitted light was his eyes, which looked at the sky, as if reflecting the stars in the sky.

When Zhao Fuyun looked at him, he seemed to see a sky full of stars, or a pair of eyes, and he seemed to be completely immersed in them.

The flame in his dantian flickered, as if burning him, and he woke up in shock. Then he immediately closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and tried his best to conceal his breath.

The huge shadow didn't seem to care about it either. It didn't move, floating in the void like a phantom. After a long while, Zhao Fuyun dared to stand up. He couldn't help thinking, no wonder the Great Zhou Kingdom paid such a high price to drive the Wujian Ghost Kingdom to this place further west.

If he encountered such a powerful existence later, he would definitely not look at it any more.

Try not to get close to those big palaces.

After seeing so much, he came to understand that the real world of this ghost country was probably still underground, and what was exposed outside was only one side of the ghost country.

Zhao Fuyun changed direction and did not go deeper, because he found that the closer he got to the middle, the more difficult it became to move forward. The earth seemed to have life and would devour the yang energy and magical thoughts.

So he walked sideways and saw a huge snake circling on a mountain. The snake's body was dark and bright, as if it was changing with the stars in the sky.

Later, he encountered a ghost wedding and he just watched from a distance.

They slowly retreated, and the place they came out was another country, because this place was on a plateau, the population was sparse, and the wind was cold.

This country all believes in the God of Snow Mountain. There are temples on the Snow Mountain where people practice Buddhism. However, compared with people from other places, their clothes and beliefs are different. They look like a group of monks.

Here, he walked and looked along the way, following the range of the Great Snow Mountain, he walked all the way down. The weather was getting warmer and warmer, and the brown mixed with white in his eyes slowly faded away, replaced by green.

He came to a mountain.

This group of mountains cannot be said to be high. Compared with the majestic snow-capped mountains on the plateau, this group of mountains is like a small boat in the embrace of the snow-capped mountains.

There is a Taoist temple and palace on the mountain.

He walked up the mountain leisurely, and when he was halfway up the mountain, someone appeared in the pavilion on the mountainside.

This person looks to be around 27 or 28 years old. Most cultivators look around 27 or 28 years old, but their actual age should be at least around 40. Zhao Fuyun now looks like he is around 20 years old.

The other person was wearing a blue Taoist robe and holding a whisk in his hand. He looked at Zhao Fuyun who was turning from the mountain road. When their eyes met, he saluted from a distance, and Zhao Fuyun did the same.

When Zhao Fuyun came closer, the other party said, "But fellow Taoist from Tiandu Mountain..."

This mountain is where the disciples of Tiandu Mountain practice meditation and open their meridians. Zhao Fuyun passed by here and came up to take a look.

"Don't dare..."

Zhao Fuyun reported the year in which he entered Tiandu Mountain. After confirming the date of the other party's entry, he called him "senior brother".

However, the other party was unwilling and said, "You and my master are from the same sect, so let's just call each other fellow Taoists."

Zhao Fuyun did not object either.

"Fellow Daoist Tingshan has great magical powers. Did you know that I was going to go up the mountain?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"Alas, how can I have such ability? Although Master gave me the Taoist name of Tingshan, I still cannot hear the voice of the mountain until now. This is all predicted by Master. Today, Master said that at the hour of You, a fellow disciple from the main mountain will come and asked me to come here to welcome him."

Zhao Fuyun was surprised after hearing this, and followed Taoist Tingshan to meet Master Buxu.

The person who opened the meridians here was called Buxu. He entered the sect earlier than Xun Lanyin. By the time Xun Lanyin entered the sect, he had already left Tiandu Mountain.

And he was not the only one practicing in this mountain. He opened up a cave here and accepted several disciples. Tingshan was one of them.

Zhao Fuyun met Bu Xu.

Bu Xu is an old man, his hair and beard are already gray, but he is still in good spirits, and his magical powers are still agile and active. He is not like some old monks, whose magical powers will gradually become sluggish and have an air of old age that is hard to conceal.

After meeting Bu Xu and informing him of his name, he said, "So you are Zhao Fuyun. You are indeed very beautiful, as if you were holding a pearl and shining."

However, Zhao Fuyun had never heard anyone evaluate him in this way.

But the other party told him that this sentence was other people's evaluation of him.

Zhao Fuyun didn't want to hear such comments, but he couldn't stop others from talking about it.

Bu Xu held a banquet here that day, and there were bound to be some performances to liven up the atmosphere. Zhao Fuyun used the lights in the hall to perform a grand scene of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix.

Each bird is lifelike and lively, and they are not all of uniform fiery red, but have different colors. The most prominent phoenix among them is actually extremely magical, with a hint of kingly aura when it looks around in its eyes.

Hundreds of birds surrounded it, landed on it, and turned into a feather on its wings.

Finally, everything fell silent, then suddenly a soft chirp was let out, and the feathers scattered. The feathers turned into birds and landed on the lamps. As they landed on the lamps, they made sounds, like a farewell, but also like the joy of returning home.

When he rested from this spell, several of Bu Xu's disciples clapped their hands in amazement, saying, "This flame transformation technique is truly superb, vivid and lifelike, and it's astonishing."

Even Bu Xu praised him.

However, when the banquet was over, Bu Xu called Zhao Fuyun into the room. After the two sat down, he asked, "Brother Zhao, you have been traveling outside. Do you know what is happening in the mountain gate now?"

Of course Zhao Fuyun shook his head, he certainly didn't know.

All he knew was that Yu Chenguang was wanted by the mountain gate. He also heard that someone in the mountain went to capture Yu Chenguang, but it seemed to be in vain. He just didn't know what the result was.

"You should know about Yu Chenguang's affairs." Bu Xu said.

"I know a little." Zhao Fuyun said.

"Yu Chenguang's matter involved an old ancestor. I heard that the old ancestor was furious and left the mountain to look for him, but fell into a trap and died." Bu Xu said slowly, with a hint of worry between his brows.

"Ancestor, fallen?" Zhao Fuyun was a little unconvinced, but he realized that Bu Xu would not lie to him about such a thing.

However, to be worthy of the title of ancestor, one must have at least a golden elixir.

The death of a Jindan is a big deal. In some sects, the Jindan is the pillar of their existence.

But a Jindan from Tiandu Mountain just died. Who set the trap?

Zhao Fuyun thought of this immediately. Isn't he afraid of revenge from Tiandu Mountain? If Tiandu Mountain attacks with all its might, who can withstand its wrath?
He knows this, and so do others, of course. But why do they do it anyway?
Unless the other party is not afraid.

"Who did it?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"I don't know, but according to preliminary estimation, they should be members of the Daluo Secret Sect." Bu Xu said solemnly.

Daluo Secret Sect?

Zhao Fuyun was not unfamiliar with the name, but he definitely did not understand it.

When leaving the mountain, Ma Sanhu wanted to find out who in his sect had any connection with the Daluo Secret Sect, but he did not do so himself.

"Does the Daluo Secret Sect have a grudge against our Tiandu Mountain? Why did it want to kill our Jindan ancestor?" Zhao Fuyun asked.

"There is no hatred, but I think they might be testing us." Bu Xu picked up the teacup, and the hot steam from the tea in the cup rose up, covering his face.

(End of this chapter)