True Immortal of the Netherworld

The outer slope of Piaoyun Peak.

In an originally quiet clearing, two figures flashed out.

The two men have straight and well-proportioned figures. They are both wearing light blue Confucian shirts. The cuffs of their left sleeves are both embroidered with a delicate white feather pattern.

The older middle-aged Confucian scholar among them took out a silver octagonal compass the size of an inkstone and placed it on the palm of his left hand.

Then, a spell from his right hand hit the compass, and a string of silver seal characters of different sizes continued to pour out from the compass and submerged into the void in front of the compass. The middle-aged Confucian scholar held the compass with his left hand and stared at the void in front of him, motionless, as if waiting for something.

A quarter of an hour later, slight water-like fluctuations appeared in the void ahead. A string of silver seal characters stood out from the water fluctuations, flew back to the compass like a bird returning to its nest, and disappeared into the compass in a flash.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Confucian scholar injected another zhenqi that was much stronger than before into the compass, and more seal characters spurted from the compass into the void. This time I waited for half an hour. What was disappointing was that no silver seal characters came back.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar was unwilling and tried the same method again, but still there was no movement. Seeing that the spell is ineffective, take back the compass.

He turned to the young Confucian scholar next to him and said, "Sure enough, as the elders in the sect have explained, there are indeed fluctuations of spiritual power in different spaces here. For more than half a month, you and I have been searching within a hundred miles of Piaoyun Peak every day, and our efforts have not been in vain. However, this strange space is really mysterious, and even the soul-chasing compass made by the sect’s secret method cannot find its exact entrance. However, its clues have been captured by the soul-chasing compass, and we must report the situation here to the elders of the sect as soon as possible.”

"This Piaoyun Peak is within the sphere of influence of our Yu Dao Sect. The treasures in this different space must be in our sect's pocket." The young monk said.

"In the past three months, there have been frequent abnormal vibrations in the Luoyu Mountains. According to the sect elders' secret speculation, they found that it was caused by the fluctuations in the different space here. In recent days, not only the monks of our old neighbor Tiangui Sect are also nearby There are frequent activities, and the Southern Region monks from the far south have also entered the Luoyu Mountains to explore, and have had conflicts with the disciples of my sect. They must be targeting the secrets in this different space," the middle-aged monk said.

"I see."

"I don't know what the other brothers in the sect who came here with us to investigate in groups have discovered. You and I should go back and report first." After saying that, the middle-aged Confucian scholar took out a stick about the size of an inch from the storage bag on his waist. white feathers.

With a flick of his wrist, the white feathers were thrown into the air. The next moment, the feathers flashed with light, swelled up in the wind, and turned into a flying boat in the blink of an eye. The two of them jumped onto the flying boat and flew away.

The two took a feather flying boat and flew over the Luoyu Mountains. Suddenly, I saw a large black cloud floating in front of me, suddenly appearing on the path of the flying boat.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar glanced with his consciousness, frowned, and said urgently: "Someone is blocking the road, junior brother, be careful." After saying that, he raised his hand and held a three-foot long sword in his right hand. A trace of spiritual energy gurgled out from the sword body, ready to go.

When the young Confucian scholar heard this, he also took out a long sword and stared at the dark clouds ahead, not daring to neglect.

Sure enough, six black eagles about ten feet in size jumped out from the dark clouds on the opposite side. Bursts of black energy hissed out from the Black Eagle's body, and there were monks in black robes standing on each of the Eagle's backs. The leader was a big man, with beards as straight as steel wires all over his chin, and a lion's nose and a wide mouth. The remaining five people have different looks, and they all hold weapons in their hands, showing their fierce looks.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar shouted sternly: "In Xiayu Dao Sect, Zhang Zhi and my junior brother Li Xian, dare to ask the six fellow Taoists opposite, who are members of the "Tiangui Sect", why they blocked our way."

"You know who I am, I am Tu Sanli of the Tiangui Sect. No need to talk nonsense, quickly hand over the treasure hunting compass you just used, and I will let you two go back." said the big man leading the opposite.

After Zhang Zhi heard this, he secretly blamed himself. He was careless and was secretly monitored by "Tu Sanli".

The main altars of Tiangui Sect and Yu Dao Sect are both established in the Luoyu Mountains. Tian Gui Sect is the overlord of Ghost Dao and Yu Dao Sect is the leader of Confucianism. The two sects occasionally had minor conflicts, and disciples from both sides heard about each other.

Although this "Tu Sanli" is not a big shot in the Tiangui Sect, he is still considered a ruthless figure among the monks who have reached the "Puiyuan Realm".

Zhang Zhi swept his consciousness and found that among the six opponents, except Tu Sanli, who was at the second level of Peiyuan Realm, the other five were all at the first level of Peiyuan Realm. Apart from the two of them, who are also at the second level of Peiyuan Realm, their junior brother Li Xian is only at the first level of Peiyuan Realm. People with high cultivation levels can easily see the cultivation realm of people with lower cultivation levels or those of the same level with their spiritual consciousness, but people with lower cultivation levels cannot see the cultivation realm of people with higher cultivation levels.

When cultivators fight, their cultivation level is the basic yardstick for their combat power. Although the generals on both sides have similar cultivation levels, the difference in numbers significantly tilts their combat power.

Zhang Zhi's mind was full of thoughts, but his face showed no timidity. He said loudly: "I hope fellow Taoist Tu will do it for you and let me and the two of you pass. Besides, just six of you want to block the road and seize the treasure. We are not the only brothers who are coming with us. You should retreat quickly." ." Zhang Zhi spoke both softly and hard.

"No need to talk nonsense." Tu Sanli glared and shouted, and a group of six people came over with weapons each.

Zhang Zhi said quickly: "Junior brother, return to the ground quickly. The opponent has a flying eagle that is good at fighting in the air. If we continue to entangle you and me, we may suffer."

After speaking, Zhang Zhi took out a feather-shaped cyan jade pendant with his left hand. With two fingers pinching hard, the jade pendant turned into a white feather shadow out of thin air and disappeared into the void instantly.

This jade pendant is the Yu Dao Sect's unique tool for seeking help, and it can send a signal for help within a certain distance.

In a Confucian palace in the Luoyu Mountains, there is a golden plaque above the hall with the three characters "Lan Yuyuan" written on it.

There were three people standing in the hall, an old man and two book boys. This old man has long sleeves and a wide robe. He has a childlike face with white hair and silver hair. His long eyebrows are slightly drooped and his eyes are like lightning. It was Lan Xingjun, the great elder of Lan Yuyuan of Yu Dao Sect.

At this time, the wick of a gilt lamp placed in the main hall suddenly lit up, and a picture of Zhang Zhi flashed in the halo of the lamp. Seeing this scene, Lan Xingjun suddenly showed an angry look on his face and snorted: "The people of Tiangui Sect are becoming more and more unruly." He turned to the two book boys behind him and ordered: "Go and call Zhan Yunfei. Come."

Not long after, a white feather-shaped flying boat flew out of Lan Yu's courtyard.

At the head of the boat stands a young scholar with outstanding appearance and tall figure. Dressed in snow-white silk Confucian attire, the silver brocade Xiaoyao scarf on her head was fluttering in the wind, and the jade trees stood in the wind.

Behind this person stood two disciples of Lan Yuyuan.

One of them whispered to others: "Third Senior Brother Zhan Yunfei will succeed immediately if he takes action."

Others quickly nodded in agreement: "That's natural. Senior Brother Zhan is one of the most powerful True Alchemy Realm disciples among the younger generation of Yudao Sect. He is already at the peak of the second level of the True Alchemy Realm, and it is said that half of his feet have already stepped into it. I have reached the Soul Realm." After saying that, he showed a look of admiration and envy.

On the battlefield.

Zhang Zhi and the two men hurriedly urged the flying boat to land on a flat place.

Zhang Zhi took out a small green umbrella about the size of a foot and handed it to his junior brother Li Xian. He said: "This is the "Green Glazed Umbrella" a magic weapon given by the elders in the sect. There are many people on the other side. You use it to fend off the other five people first. Then I will deal with Tu Sanli. I have already sent out a signal for help. As long as you hold them back In a moment, a fellow disciple will come to help.”

As soon as Li Xian took the green umbrella with both hands, Tu Sanli and six others surrounded him. The six people each held weapons in their hands and attacked the two of them like hungry wolves. Zhang Zhi and the others fought and retreated, fighting together with the six men from Tu Sanli.

"Today I will let you taste the power of my bloodthirsty skeleton." Tu Sanli shouted, then raised his hand, and a white skull the size of a palm shot out. The eyes of the skull were flashing with green light. As the jaw moved, it made a horrifying gurgling sound.

Zhang Zhi didn't show any weakness, and the long sword in his hand danced with a fierce sword energy.

The remaining five Tiangui Sect members each held weapons and surrounded Li Xian.

When Li Xian saw this, he didn't dare to neglect and hurriedly used his magic power to activate the green glazed umbrella in his hand.

As a stream of true energy was injected into the green glazed umbrella, circles of green halo rippled with the green umbrella as the center, instantly forming a green protective light shield, covering Li Xian within it.

Various attacks hit the green light shield and collided, emitting bursts of green light, but they could not hurt Li Xian for a while.

Zhang Zhi felt temporarily relieved when he saw that his junior brother Li Xian was fine.

However, as time passed, Li Xian was unable to use his magic power due to one against five, and the green light shield of the green glazed umbrella gradually cracked under the attacks of the five Heavenly Ghost Sect members.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Zhi quickly took out five talismans with red firebirds painted on them. He raised his left hand and turned into five three-foot-large firebirds in the wind, flying towards the six people in Tu Sanli.

This talisman is secretly made by the weapon refining master of the Yu Dao Sect using the fire spirit power refined from the fire attribute spirit stone and several other magic weapon materials. Each of the firebirds it transformed into had the power of the first level of the Void Transformation Realm. However, the time it can exist as a fire bird is limited, and manipulating this fire bird consumes quite a lot of mana.

When Tu Sanli and others were dodging the firebird, Zhang Zhi took the opportunity to hit Zhou Xian's green umbrella with a burst of magic power. The green umbrella rotates faster, the green light shines brightly, and the cracks in the protective mask are gradually healed.

When Li Xian saw his senior brother helping him, he felt very grateful. I just regret that my cultivation level is still shallow. If I continue like this, without waiting for support from the sect, I am afraid that the two of them will be defeated. In desperation, Li Xian activated the green-glazed umbrella's attack mode.

A spell was struck on the umbrella, and the green-glazed umbrella shook for a while, making a buzzing sound. Hundreds of small, sharp green flying needles shot out from under the umbrella cover, covering the six people like locusts all over the sky. Go down.

Hearing just two ouch sounds, the two Tiangui Sect disciples who were closer were unable to dodge and were stabbed by the green needles.

Although the flying needle is small, it is indeed extremely sharp. It penetrates into the body at once, leaving only a few tiny pinholes. The two people who were shot felt a sharp pain. They quickly jumped out of the fighting circle and used force to force the flying needles out of their bodies.

Tu Sanli saw that two of his men were injured and temporarily lost their fighting power, so he did not want to continue to fight. As time went by, if reinforcements arrived, all the previous efforts would be wasted.

Tu Sanli raised his hand, and a blood-red spider about an inch in size appeared in his palm. With a flick of his wrist, the blood-red spider jumped to the ground and instantly transformed into the size of a bowl.

Two jet-black fangs sprouted from the corners of this spider's mouth, and there was a human face painted on its back. The appearance of the human face was somewhat similar to that of Tu Sanli. The spider opened its bloody mouth and sprayed out a blood-colored spider web more than ten feet in size, covering the firebird released by Li Zhi head-on. This spider web was not afraid of flames. The firebird burned up in the spider web and gradually disappeared into thin air.

Next, Tu Sanli sprayed his essence on the skeleton.

The next moment, the bloodthirsty skeleton made a clicking sound, and a torso and limbs sprung up under the head, turning into a complete skeleton. Then the skeleton's entire body shrank strangely, and after a squeaking sound, it turned into a huge white bone blade.

Tu Sanli held the huge bone blade with both hands and shouted: "Ghost Bone Slash!"

The bone blade slashed out a huge white blade that whizzed towards Zhang Zhi, and the sharp spiritual pressure made a popping sound.

When Zhang Zhi saw this, his sword eyebrows stood up.

Inject all the mana into the long sword in his hand. He whispered three words: "Cut the hillside!".

Suddenly, the sword was filled with aura, and with a buzzing sound, a silver rainbow struck away.

The two of them collided with each other, causing a loud bang, and circles of shock waves spread rapidly to the surrounding area. In an instant, sand and rocks flew, and grass and trees flew everywhere.

After the big move, the two of them took a step back.

Zhang Zhi was shocked, this Tu Sanli really lived up to its reputation. His own sword is his natal magical weapon, and he has been nourishing it for many years with his own soul power. The secret skill of "cutting the hillside" is so powerful that it has few rivals among monks of the same level. The attack just now had already used 80% of the power, but it was not even remotely advantageous.

At this moment, Zhang Zhi noticed a slight movement under his feet and wanted to stand up. But he still took a half beat, and felt a stinging pain in his left calf.

It turned out that the blood spider released by Tu Sanli had sneaked under Zhang Zhi's feet at some point, and shot out a blood needle about an inch long from its mouth, hitting Zhang Zhi's left calf. A numbness spread rapidly from the wound on his leg, and his magic power could no longer function freely due to the poisonous needle.

Li Xian was already at a disadvantage with one against many. Seeing Zhang Zhi being injured, his heart suddenly opened wide, and the light shield of the green glazed umbrella was blown to pieces.

Before Li Xian could react. I saw a Tiangui Sect disciple opposite who was holding a sledgehammer, and he hit Li Xian hard on the chest with the hammer. With an ouch, Li Xian flew back more than ten feet, his chest turned red and he fell unconscious.

Zhang Zhi felt worried when he saw his junior brother Li Xian being severely injured. But a trace of determination flashed in his eyes. He waved his hand and said loudly: "Stop! It's a friendly way. Today we admit defeat. I can hand over the spirit-chasing compass to you."

Tu Sanli saw that Zhang Zhi and his two men had temporarily lost their fighting power. He didn't want to kill anyone at first, so he said: "If you don't want to drink a toast, you will have to drink a fine wine. If you hand over the compass, you two can leave."

Zhang Zhi took out the "Spirit Chasing Compass" and reluctantly threw it towards Tu Sanli. Tu Sanli took the compass with one hand, looked at it carefully, and looked happy.

"Well, that's right. That's it." After Tu Sanli finished speaking, he was about to put away the compass.