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There was anxiety and urgency in this "Buddha's Demon-Subduing Roar". Looking at the situation, it was very bad. The relationship between Tianyin Temple and Qingyun Sect was very different from that of Fenxiang Valley. Ling Yi pondered for a moment, and finally rushed out. After a while, the sound of wind was heard, and it turned out that Yan Hong had followed.

The two of them were in mid-air, having a clear view of the situation on the field. They were both stunned, and then shocked.

There was indeed a monk in the field wearing the robe of Tianyin Temple, but he was not the peaceful and gentle Fashen, but the burly Fashen.

At this moment, Fashan's monk robe was inflated high, and he was dancing with a very thick "Vajra Subduing Staff" in his hand like a violent storm, shining with golden light, protecting his whole body, and he was roaring from time to time.

The one who was fighting with him was a beautiful woman in goose yellow clothes, with affectionate eyes, a smile on her lips, black hair gently fluttering on her shoulders, and a pair of watery eyes. At first glance, it seemed that she was immersed in it and never wanted to come out again.

Ling Yi only looked at her twice, and his heart suddenly surged with excitement. He felt that there was only this woman left in the world, and he really wanted to be with her for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, he had practiced Taoism for many years and had a lot of experience with women. He suddenly woke up and was shocked. He thought to himself, "This witch has such a strong charm. Could it be her?"

Although Fashan looked intimidating off the field, Ling Yi and Yan Hong could see that his face was flushed. In fact, he had been forced into a defensive position by the beautiful woman in front of him. Without external help, he might not be able to hold on for even half an hour.

Yan Hong was secretly shocked, but he couldn't remember who this woman was. It was unexpected that she was so powerful that she could beat Fashan, one of the most outstanding disciples of Tianyin Temple except Fashang, without any chance of fighting back.

Seeing that Fashan was clearly defeated, Ling Yi and Yan Hong looked at each other.

Then he shouted, and Ling Yi, who was reluctant to hurt this evil woman, just swung his sword and attacked lightly.

At the same time, a green aura emanated from Yan Hong's hand. It was her magic weapon, the "Green Spirit Stone", which was chasing after her.

The woman in the goose yellow dress heard the sudden scolding from above her head, her face changed, and there seemed to be a hint of anger on her face, but her charm, as if the slight anger had turned into a breathtaking beauty, written lightly on her cheeks, captivating the soul.

The woman frowned, not daring to underestimate the enemy. She saw another woman behind her, who seemed to be equally skilled, so she had no choice but to float backwards. At the same time, she moved her right hand and suddenly grabbed in mid-air. Suddenly, a purple light flashed out of thin air, dazzling everyone's eyes. A strange purple magic weapon with auspicious aura was blocked in front of her, and collided heavily with the sword light and the Qingling Stone. "Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the woman floated backwards, and Ling Yi and Yan Hong also landed next to Fashan.

Ling Yi asked Fashan in a low voice: "Brother Fashan, are you okay?"

Fashan's face flushed red, and he gasped for breath. After a while, he finally caught his breath and said, "Brother Ling, be careful. This woman is the demon girl Jin Ping'er from the Hehuan Sect of the Demon Cult. She is very powerful!"

Ling Yi had already guessed the other party, so he was not surprised.

Yan Hong was shocked. In the past few years, Jin Ping'er has been a prominent figure in the Demon Sect. She is known as the Three Heroes together with Qin Wuyan and Bi Yao, and is regarded as a serious threat by the righteous people.

When I saw her today, I found out that she was such a stunningly beautiful woman.

Jin Ping'er stood in the front, feeling quite angry. After entering the inner lake of the Dead Lake, she had searched for many days without any clues. Today, she ran into Fashan, a monk from Tianyin Temple who was alone. The two of them started fighting after a disagreement.

Fashan has been practicing Buddhism for many years and is well versed in Taoism. Among the younger generation of Tianyin Temple, there is no one else who can compare with the genius Fashang.

But Jin Ping'er was even more powerful. She gave him a seductive look right from the start. Even though Fashan was a Buddhist with great concentration, he was caught off guard and suffered a great loss under the secret "charming technique" of the Hehuan sect of the evil cult. His mind was in turmoil for a moment, and only 60% of his Taoist skills were left.

Afterwards, under Jin Ping'er's seemingly nonchalant but actually fierce attack, Fashan tried his best to protect himself, to keep a trace of clarity in his mind, and to hold on with great difficulty. If Ling Yi and Yan Hong had not arrived in time, Fashan would have been subdued by Jin Ping'er today, and all his past practice would have been wasted. He would have been controlled by this magical charm, and would have obeyed Jin Ping'er's orders like a walking corpse for the rest of his life.

At this moment, Jin Ping'er looked Ling Yi up and down, then suddenly smiled and said softly, "I don't know what hatred this young master has against me. He is so heavy-handed right from the start. Do you want to kill me?"

Ling Yi glanced at her and saw that her eyes were bright and sparkling like water. At this evening time, they were as shining as stars in the night sky, which was truly heart-beating.

A woman like this must taste delicious.

Then he said, "Young lady, you must be the famous Jin Ping'er from the Hehuan Sect of the Demonic Cult! I have heard of your name for a long time!"

Jin Ping'er smiled slightly and said, "Oh! You recognize me?"

Ling Yi said: "I also met the young lady for the first time today. However, Master Fashan is a disciple of Tianyin Temple. He is a righteous man like my Qingyun Sect. It is only natural for me to fight with the young lady."

Jin Ping'er frowned slightly, then smiled and said, "In that case, I would like to ask which branch of the Qingyun Sect you belong to?"

Ling Yi said: "I dare not, I am Ling Yi from Dazhu Peak of Qingyun Sect, and this is Miss Yan Hong from Fenxiang Valley."

Jin Ping'er glanced at Yan Hong's face and saw that she was quite beautiful, so she couldn't help but look at her twice more.

Yan Hong has always been regarded as a peer of Li Xun in terms of Taoism among the younger generation in Fenxiang Valley, but she is a low-key person and does not like to stand out. Li Xun has always been the one to handle all matters.

At this moment, following Ling Yi down, she had not spoken a word.

Being looked at by Jin Ping'er, she couldn't help but look at Jin Ping'er. Unexpectedly, she saw that the beautiful woman had skin as white as snow and eyes and eyebrows as picturesque. After a while, even she couldn't help but feel a little dizzy. She couldn't help but be shocked, and her face turned slightly red. She thought to herself that the magic of the evil cult was so shameless and evil that even her own daughter could be confused by it!

When Ling Yi came over just now, it was already dusk and the sky was dim. Now, after another struggle, the sky gradually darkened again.

Jin Ping'er stood there, confronting Ling Yi and the other three, thinking secretly in her heart: Judging from the sword practice just now, Ling Yi's Taoism is quite advanced, and it seems that he was holding back on purpose. Besides, there are two people next to him. Although she is not afraid, the strange treasure of the Death Marsh has not yet been born. It is unwise to engage in a meaningless dispute with them here.

Thinking of this, she decided to leave. Ling Yi looked at her face and suddenly took a step forward, about to say something.

But right now.

Deep in the Dead Marsh, where the rain was falling non-stop, a loud noise like a tiger’s roar and a dragon’s howl suddenly came from afar!

Chapter 129: The Treasure House is Found

The sound was so loud that even the Buddhist demon-subduing roar that Fashan had just made sounded like a child's and was not worth mentioning at all.

In an instant, the wind and clouds in the sky changed and surged at an almost visible speed, the clouds were steaming, and the layers and scenes were like roaring waves, truly changing the color of the sky and the earth.

Everyone was shocked!

I felt that the sound was like a needle piercing my brain, and I couldn't stand steadily.

A moment later, as everyone watched in astonishment, a dazzling golden light suddenly rose from the depths of the darkness in the distance, gradually becoming brighter and thicker.

Later it transformed into an incomparably huge golden light column, which rushed straight up to the sky with a roar and pierced into the clouds. In an instant, it illuminated the sky and the earth extremely brightly. There was golden light everywhere, the clouds were golden clouds, and the trees were golden trees!

Ling Yi, Jin Ping'er and the other four were so stunned by this wonder of heaven and earth that they forgot their hostile identities for a moment and looked up.

The golden light column became more and more dazzling and bright, and it was almost invisible in the end. The clouds in the sky were surging more violently and turbulently, spinning rapidly around the golden light column, forming a huge vortex illuminated by the golden light.

Under such a spectacular scene, the heaven and earth are solemn, as if there is something supreme and precious in it, which makes people feel respectful.

After a long time, the golden light column that suddenly appeared slowly stopped and then quickly weakened. It came suddenly and went away quickly. In just a short while, the scene that was so earth-shaking and dominating just now had retracted into the darkness like a whale sucking water.

After the dazzling light, a darkness deeper than before descended upon the earth.

Jin Ping'er and Ling Yi were both very smart people. They immediately realized that this was a sign of the birth of the rumored rare treasure.

Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, the signs of the birth of this rare treasure are so powerful that they can only be described as "unbelievable". I really don't know what kind of rare treasure this is?

Compared with this, the current dispute was too insignificant. Almost at the same time, Jin Ping'er, Ling Yi and Yan Hong flew up at the same time and flew towards the direction of the golden light column. Only Fashan was a little slower, but he followed closely behind.

In the darkness, they transformed into four beams of light and flew away, although the scale of the golden light column was so large that their specific location could not be distinguished.

But the emergence of rare treasures was clearly before their eyes. When these people who practiced the Tao of Immortality diligently thought of this, how could they not be excited?

Another corner of the Dead Ze Nei Ze.

The strong wind brought by the golden light column blew the dense branches and leaves of the forest neatly to one side.

Only Qinglong and Youji, standing on the treetops, floated with the wind, unmoved.

As the magnificent spectacle of heaven and earth slowly faded away, Qinglong let out a long breath and sighed, "The creation of heaven and earth is endless, and it is truly beyond the reach of mortals like us. I used to pride myself on my knowledge, but now that I have seen this wonder, I know that there is always something beyond the heaven!"

You Ji slowly withdrew her gaze. Because of the black veil covering her face, her appearance could not be seen clearly. After a while, she said calmly: "'Golden light appears in the world, and the yellow bird will appear'. This sentence is engraved on the Fulong Ding. But the yellow bird is an ancient mythical beast - the Nine Heavens Spirit Bird. Even the fragments of the ancient scroll 'The Strange Tales of Gods and Demons' admired it. Can we really deal with it?"

Qinglong smiled slightly and said, "Third sister, why worry so much. Back then on Liubo Mountain in the East China Sea, the Ghost King Sect Master used the 'Dragon Trapping' engraved on the body of the Fulong Ding for the first time, and tied up the Kui Niu with the eternal power of the Fulong Ding. Then we know that the 'Four Spirits Blood Formation' on the Fulong Ding really has a miraculous effect that can surprise ghosts and gods.

If it weren't for the kid from Qingyun Sect who suddenly intervened, Kuiniu would have been taken by the sect leader long ago.

Now that everything is ready, even the Ghost King Sect Master is confident in letting us come, what are you still worried about? Don’t you trust the Ghost King Sect Master?"

You Ji was silent for a long time, and then said quietly: "The Sect Master is a man of great talent and vision, I have always respected him, so how could I doubt him? But I always feel that for something as strange and unpredictable as the 'Four Spirits Blood Formation', why should we go..."

Qinglong's face changed, and he suddenly said, "Third sister, this kind of thing is not something you and I can discuss. Don't talk about it in front of outsiders in the future!"

You Ji's veil moved slightly, and she looked at Qinglong, only to see that he was frowning and looking serious. She couldn't help but fall silent, and then nodded slowly.

Qinglong was relieved, and then slowly said: "Third sister, don't blame me for being long-winded. In fact, over the years, the Ghost King Sect Master's temperament has gradually changed. Although he is still polite and respectful to us on weekdays, I can see that he is usually decisive in his actions, and his murderous intentions have gradually grown. After all, we are subordinates, and it is difficult to predict the intentions of the superiors. We still have to be careful."

You Ji said quietly: "Yes, brother, I understand."

After she finished speaking, You Ji didn't say much, but thought of Bi Yao's previous rumor that Ling Yi was also here. She didn't know what she was thinking, and her cheeks felt slightly hot.

.........

The sky gradually brightened.

The rain stopped and the wind died down. The first rays of morning light shone through the thick clouds in the sky and the mist floating in the Dead Swamp.

There was silence everywhere in the forest, but slowly, with the light, it began to become noisy.

From an unknown place, the first bird song was heard.

Suddenly, with rays of light shining through the gaps between branches and leaves, the whole forest seemed to wake up from a night's slumber. Near and far, there were joyful calls in the early morning, welcoming the new day.

At this moment, the forest was filled with mist as thin as white gauze. When people walked in it, their faces felt slightly wet.

Coupled with the particularly fresh air in the forest, when you inhale it, you feel really open-minded.

Ling Yi came here, took a deep breath of the morning air, and looked forward expressionlessly.

Last night, in order to get to the place where Baoguang was born as quickly as possible, Ling Yi moved very quickly and arrived here earlier than Yan Hong, Jin Ping'er and others.

Dozens of feet ahead, in the direction of the golden beam of light last night, the fog suddenly became thicker and more hazy, making it difficult to see clearly.

However, this fog is different from the miasma on the edge of Nei Ze. Its color is not gray, but pure white.

From afar, you can see mist floating gently in the forest, wisp by wisp, layer by layer.

That might be where the rare treasure is!

Ling Yi was walking in the woods and had discovered that apart from the fog, although this place was also a forest, it was very different from the outside.

Apart from the tall trees still standing in the fog, there are very few dense bushes and thorns on the ground like those in the forest outside. I wonder if it is because the fog here is too thick and the sunlight cannot be seen.

But the most surprising thing was that the countless poisonous insects, ferocious beasts, exotic flowers and plants that once spread throughout the Dead Swamp Forest suddenly disappeared.

I walked in this forest for at least half an hour and didn't see even a single poisonous insect.

It seems that there are no animals here at all, and it is completely dead.

Ling Yi frowned and continued walking forward.

Because there were no thorny bushes and those annoying poisonous insects and strange beasts, walking on the ground seemed much easier.

This is the first time since entering Neize.

After walking for another half an hour, the trees in the forest became thicker and thicker. In the back, there were almost giant trees everywhere that were more than two people could hug.

He was observing the huge trees in the forest at this moment. In fact, they were not all rare and exotic trees. Among them were oak trees, maple trees, locust trees, etc., which were also common in ordinary mountains outside the Dead Swamp.

But the strange thing is that the trees here are extremely huge. If ordinary trees were half their size, it would be astonishing, let alone so many trees gathered together.

What's even more strange is that the place where these giant trees are located should be full of vitality, but under the thick fog, not only can there be no animals to be seen, but even the thorny bushes that were occasionally seen when I first came in have all disappeared.

Even on the ground, apart from the occasional roots of giant trees protruding above the ground, there was only solid, yellowish soil, and not even any green grass.

Beneath the cold mist, there is a solemn and murderous atmosphere.

Ling Yi frowned deeply and pondered for a long time. He looked around and saw huge trees towering straight and tall. He was walking in the woods, as if he was trapped in a huge maze.

He suddenly waved his sleeves and leaped into the air. Not wanting to stay any longer in this strange place, he picked up his magic weapon and flew forward in the blue light.

This naturally made the speed much faster, but considering that the rare treasure might be nearby, Ling Yi did not fly above the woods, but only flew six feet above the ground, flying quickly while carefully searching the ground.

Time passed quietly, and the woods were still silent, with only the sound of his voice breaking through the air, echoing among the trees.

The trunks of the trees in the woods became bigger and bigger as Ling Yi went deeper into the forest. Most of the trees that came into his eyes at this moment were ancient trees that were so thick that they required six or seven strong men to hug them. It was obvious that the trees here were probably hundreds or even thousands of years old!

In the increasingly weird atmosphere, Ling Yi's figure suddenly stopped.

It has been daybreak for a long time now, but the fog here seems to show no signs of dissipating, as if these layers of fog have coexisted with this forest since time immemorial.

In the deepest part of this forest, Ling Yi stood in mid-air and looked forward.

In front of him, there stood a wall!

Wooden wall!

Chapter 130: The Emperor's Treasure House

The rough wood texture, hard but with slight cracks, suddenly stretched out from the depths of the fog. A three-meter-high wooden wall, as strong and powerful as a dragon, stretched across the giant forest and was deeply embedded in the soil.

Ling Yi looked at it, motionless, examining the wooden wall carefully, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch slightly.

Then he slowly moved his body, leaned closer, and gently stroked it with his hand.

The moment he touched it, he felt a gentle yet rough sensation, and Ling Yi vaguely thought of something in his mind.

He probably remembered some information about the Heavenly Emperor's treasure house, but knowing and encountering are two different things. Now that he has really arrived here and seen these scenes, he is still quite shocked.

He withdrew his hand and slowly floated forward along the wooden wall.

The white mist gradually dissipated in front of him and slowly condensed behind him. The wooden wall in front of him became higher and thicker, gradually turning into a round shape, and its height was also slowly rising.