One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 410 People in the Seats

The golden flames intertwined with the 'starlight' that filled the corridor, and the center of the restriction in the corridor seemed to fall on Wolf Nine, the man with a wolf's head and a human body.

I saw black smoke surging around him like waves, and he didn't even try to dodge the three-legged golden crow bird that was flying towards him.

He just opened his mouth and let out a wolf howl. His mouth seemed to merge with the black corridor, forming a huge whirlpool. The golden flames in the corridor seemed to be poured into his mouth and swallowed up.

The golden light shone into his mouth, but could not reach the bottom. However, the three-legged golden crow bird was not swallowed into his mouth. Instead, it spread its three legs as if to tear his entire face and body apart.

"what!"

He changed "swallow" to "hatut".

Exhaled in one breath.

It was a mass of black evil spirit. The wind was invisible, and at this moment it was all black, blocking the light, and it also seemed like the wind was sweeping away the golden light. However, a spell sounded in the void: "Stop!"

The black wind and Wolf Nine seemed to be frozen. The three claws of the three-legged golden crow bird reached into the black wind and tore in three directions, and the black wind immediately dispersed.

In Lang Jiu's eyes, at this moment it was as if a dark cloud was torn apart, and a ray of light pierced down and instantly landed on Lang Jiu's face. At this moment, Lang Jiu wanted to dodge, but his body was fixed by a force. In just a moment, his face was burned through by the golden flames.

The golden flame burned quickly on Lang Jiu's body. In just a moment, he was burned to ashes, and even the swords on his body were burned.

This Wolf Nine seemed like an illusion illuminated by the golden flames.

The darkness quickly returned to calm, and in the darkness a man emerged from nothingness, it was Zhao Fuyun. He existed in the darkness, and he stretched out his right hand in the void. Circles of gray light gathered at his wrist, and finally condensed into a ring of black and white twisted together. It was the Yin-Yang Ring.

During these years in darkness, his understanding and application of magic rhymes and magic weapons have undergone a qualitative improvement.

Then, the Scarlet Flame Divine Lamp was put away by Zhao Fuyun. The starlight in the corridor lasted for a while before slowly disappearing into silence.

At this time, Zhao Fuyun heard the voice of Patriarch Xiyi: "This Wolf Guard was born in the Hall of Rebirth. If we kill him now, it will only alert more Wolf Guards. We must find that place quickly."

"Fellow Daoist Yun, you must hurry up and grab the things you came here to find, because we won't be traveling together." Patriarch Xiyi said.

"Okay, then I'll go this way." The one who answered was Yun Yiqing.

After that, there was no sound. Zhao Fuyun looked around, not knowing which way to go for a moment.

Because he felt that if he wanted to stay unhindered here just by relying on his Jindan cultivation level, it would be very difficult. The wolf guard just now was at least at the Jindan level.

He felt that at this time, Patriarch Xiyi and Yun Yiqing were still at the Nascent Soul stage, so it would be safer if his second Nascent Soul was by his side.

He did not let the second Yuanying separate from himself and walk on both sides, but chose to go in front.

He didn't know whether it was during this separation that Yun Yiqing found the burial place of "Chengxia".

He could not be sure, but just walked forward. Suddenly, he heard the voice of Patriarch Xiyi in his ears: "If there are disciples of the younger generation from Tiandu Mountain who come here, they should follow my footsteps and come to the room I entered."

Zhao Fuyun didn't know if he could keep up, but when he heard it, he realized that he was going in the same direction as Master Xiyi.

He didn't know where Patriarch Xiyi would stop, nor did he know where the room he was looking for was. He could only look at each room one by one. He didn't dare to turn on the light and just watched everything with his own eyes.

His eyes glowed golden in the darkness, and he would stop for a while in front of each door.

Some doors were blurry, as if they were blackened with heavy ink, some had strange words written on them, some had pictures, and some had just a number, and he had no idea what it meant.

He didn't dare to touch it casually because he felt that there must be a terrifying existence behind the door.

He was afraid of getting trapped in it. If he didn't have a clear goal, he would have to take his chances. But with a clear goal, he wouldn't be able to just enter the room casually.

As he walked, this dark corridor seemed to be endless.

Suddenly, his steps stopped.

Because there was a door next to him with a word on it that he recognized, or rather, he had a special feeling about it, and it was the word "Peng".

A circle was drawn outside the word "Peng".

When Zhao Fuyun saw the word "Peng", he felt inexplicably touched in his heart and he immediately thought of someone.

Peng Yue.

In the Patriarch Hall of Tiandu Mountain, there are three statues, namely Taoist Taixu, Peng Yue and Patriarch Xiyi.

It is said that Patriarch Peng Yue actually listened to the Dharma from Taoist Master Taixu.

As for Patriarch Xiyi, he was just a disciple of Patriarch Peng Yue. It is uncertain whether he was taught personally or recorded in name only.

But the presence of three statues there shows that the relationship between the three is a direct succession of the same lineage.

Moreover, Zhao Fuyun learned the "Taixu Wujie Sutra" in the main peak of Tiandu Mountain. If someone said that it had nothing to do with Patriarch Taixu, he would not believe it at all.

He stood by the door, trying to hear what Master Xiyi said, but after standing there for a while, he heard nothing.

He thought to himself that before Master Xiyi became famous, perhaps Master Peng Yue was still in this world, but now there are almost no legends about him.

These were just a matter of thought. He raised his hand, and a layer of earthy yellow light appeared on his palm. The light was thick, solid and clear, as if it had become a huge earthy hand.

However, when his hand touched the door, it began to ripple like water waves.

He did not feel any obstruction. Even though he was prepared and protected himself tightly, the door turned into a pool of water and swallowed him, and the scene in his eyes changed immediately.

He saw the light in his eyes.

This light is not the light of fire, nor the light of the sun or the moon, but it is a kind of faint light, or it can be said to be the light of Dharma.

Here, everything was bright, but Zhao Fuyun had a feeling of unreality, because in the light, he saw a person sitting there.

He walked over step by step and saw a person sitting in a seat.

This man is lifelike, wearing a tall hat, a blue robe, a short beard, and his appearance exudes majesty.

He looked like he was asleep, his body slid to one side and leaned against the chair.

Zhao Fuyun was sure that he didn't know the other person, but his heart was pounding because he suddenly had a bad idea.

Who is this guy?
(End of this chapter)