True Immortal of the Netherworld

Deep in the secret realm of Piaoyun Peak, there is a space surrounded by colorful light curtains.

In the center stands a life-size humanoid stone statue, carved in the shape of an upright young scholar.

In front of the stone statue, three people stood respectfully.

It was Ji Wuhen, Lu Qian and Baili Qing who had just arrived here from the Yu Dao Sect.

"I don't know what kind of formation is in this colorful light curtain. Just the lack of spiritual consciousness makes people feel a little confused." Lu Qian, who was dressed in exquisite Confucian attire, said.

"Two senior brothers, please take a look, there are some strange shadows on this light screen from time to time." Baili Qing said, pointing to the light screen in front of her.

I saw various illusions on the light screen constantly changing. Sometimes altars appear, sometimes vocal music and dance appear, sometimes chariots and horses appear, sometimes bows and arrows appear, sometimes calligraphy fonts appear, and sometimes various geometric figures appear, which makes people puzzled.

Ji Wuhen's eyes focused on the light screen and he said, "This formation is probably the Six Arts Holy Formation unique to the Yu Dao Sect."

Lu Qian on the side also nodded.

"The Six Arts Holy Formation, I just heard that this formation is the secret of the Yu Dao Sect. It is one of the few extreme formations in the sect. I saw it for the first time today, and it is really confusing." Baili Qing He said without blinking.

"The Six Arts Holy Formation is based on the Six Arts of Confucianism: etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and arithmetic. It corresponds to the power of sacrifice, the power of music and dance, the power of bows and arrows, and the power of chariots, horses, and puppets. The power of writing, the power of arithmetic maze. Once trapped, even monks like you and me in the Soul Realm may not be able to escape easily." Ji Wuhen said with a serious face.

"Isn't the power of writing and condensation the special skill of Senior Brother Ji?" Baili Qing said.

"I'm afraid the power of writing and condensation in this formation is more than a hundred times more powerful than what I can exert." Ji Wuhen shook his head slightly after speaking.

Lu Qian was well aware of Ji Wuhen's ability to write and condense reality. It was simply unimaginable to be a hundred times more powerful. Lu Qian on the side couldn't help but look sad after hearing this.

"What should we do? The three of us are going to be trapped here." Baili Qing said helplessly.

"Senior Brother Ji, didn't Elder Lan give you three clever tips before we set off? You might as well take them out and take a look." Lu Qian said.

"Junior Brother Lu said that is what I meant." Ji Wuhen said, taking out an exquisite purple brocade bag from his arms.

When he opened the kit, he saw a note written on the talisman paper.

"Wuhen Qinqi, if the three of you are the first to reach the Six Arts Holy Formation, you can use the wooden hairpin in Bailiqing's hand to break the Six Arts Holy Formation in front of you. If a monk from the Southern Region enters the Six Arts Holy Formation first, wait for the Saint Just turn the stone statue in front of the formation into earth color and then break the formation."

After Ji Wuhen finished reading the note, the note made a "pop" sound, ignited a ball of flame and turned into a wisp of smoke.

"Very good, it turns out that Elder Lan has already arranged for Junior Sister Qing'er to take out the senior's wooden hairpin and give it a try." Ji Wuhen said.

Baili Qing quickly took out the ancient wooden hairpin and walked to the stone statue.

"Senior Brother Ji, look. The place where the wooden hairpin was originally located in the bun of this stone statue is hollow." As she spoke, Baili Qing inserted the wooden hairpin into the hollow of the stone statue's bun.

As soon as the wooden hairpin was inserted into the stone statue, the stone statue automatically rotated half a circle in place with a creaking sound.

Looking at the light curtain behind the stone statue, it gradually turned into dots and disappeared, and a square with a size of a hundred acres appeared in front of the three people. A tall purple copper gate is clearly visible at the other end of the square.

Baili Qing took the wooden hairpin off the stone statue and put it away carefully.

Ji Wuhen flicked his long sleeves, took a deep breath, and said, "Let's go."

The three of them were about to leave when they suddenly heard a shout coming from the air.

"You three, please stay! Let us learn about Yu Dao Sect's methods." Before he finished speaking, a person appeared not far behind the three of them.

I saw that this person's eyes showed a faint green color, and under his seat was a gray wolf the size of a horse. The person who came was none other than Rong Ming.

Not long after, three more figures appeared next to Rong Ming. They were the huge Mu Di Youfeng, Tuoba Shanyue in a tiger skin skirt, and Linghu Ying'er in an exquisite and cute dress.

When Ji Wuhen saw this, his eyes narrowed, and he said to Lu Qian and Baili Qing beside him: "The person who came here is not good. I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle. You two should be careful."

Lu Qian and Bai Liqing heard this and did not dare to underestimate the enemy, so they each held their weapons in their hands.

When Rong Ming saw this, he urged the gray wolf to rush forward. But suddenly I heard Linghu Ying'er's message: "Everyone, please don't act rashly. There were clearly traces of six or seven people before we came in, but now there are only three people. Don't fall into an ambush."

After hearing this, Rong Ming jumped down from the gray wolf's back.

In the blink of an eye, Mudi Youfeng, Rong Ming, Tuoba Shanyue and Linghu Ying'er were in confrontation with Ji Wuhen, Lu Qian and Baili Qing.

"There are four of us here, and there are only three of you. I think it's better to let the four of us go over first, so as not to start fighting and say that we are bullying the few with more." Linghu Ying'er said, with a vague flash in her eyes. A flash of white light, looking around.

"This space was originally set up by my senior Yu Dao Sect. You have traveled thousands of miles from the Southern Territory to come here in an attempt to steal treasures, and you still pretend to be righteous. It is really ridiculous. I, a disciple of Yu Dao Sect, are greedy for life and afraid of death. "Senior, today I will show you what it means to be polite and not to be disrespectful." Ji Wuhen said sternly.

At this moment, a wave of imperceptible spiritual power fluctuations appeared at the entrance to the space.

"Now that everyone is here, don't hide there." Linghu Ying'er suddenly said.

"Ahem." Following two light coughs, there was a slight ripple at the entrance, and four people walked out.

The leader was a tall, middle-aged man wearing a purple brocade robe, who was Ning Tianqi of the Tiangui Sect. There were three people following him, the sexy and graceful Yu Qingcheng in red palace clothes and the handsome Bai Shaojie in white. There was also a man with long flaming hair and an extraordinary handsome appearance.

"Brother Guigu, your invisibility technique is so powerful that it was spotted by the little goblin opposite. It's really boring." Yu Qingcheng said, glancing at Linghu Ying'er who was wearing a white dress opposite.

Although the distance between the two is not close, they are both Yuanhun realm monks and have long understood the mysteries. What Yu Qingcheng just said was completely heard by Linghu Ying'er.

Linghu Ying curled her lips and said loudly: "The eldest sister opposite me, I am not a little fairy because of my natural beauty, and I don't need to rely on heavy makeup to prop up my appearance like the eldest sister."

Two extremely beautiful women, one mature and plump, the other young and beautiful. Perhaps women are naturally jealous, and when their eyes met, Linghu Ying'er tilted her head slightly and raised her beautiful hands, brushing a strand of hair beside her ears as a self-appreciative gesture. When Yu Qingcheng saw this, he snorted softly, leaned his body deliberately against Ning Tianqi, and put one hand on Ning Tianqi's shoulder, as if he was a famous flower.

After hearing this, the red-haired man behind Ning Tianqi looked embarrassed and said quickly: "Sister Qingcheng is making fun of you. If you have a good stealth method, you must have a good detection method. They are just mutually reinforcing each other."

It turned out that Ning Tianqi and the others met Gui Gufeng, who had sneaked in first as planned, at the exit of the sand sea. After the four people came out of the sand sea, Gui Gufeng cast a spell to hide the four people's figures.

The four of them were waiting for the snipe-clam fight between the Yudaomen monks and the Southern Domain monks as planned. Unexpectedly, the traces were discovered by Linghu Ying'er, who was good at detection. In fact, if Gui Gufeng was hiding alone, Linghu Yinger might not be able to discover it in time. Just by hiding the figures of four people at the same time, the effect of Gui Gufeng's concealment technique was inevitably compromised.

Seeing the arrival of Ning Tianqi and the others, Ji Wuhen looked happy. He slightly cupped his fists towards the four people and said loudly: "Four Taoist friends from Tiangui Sect, please come and be well."

Seeing each other, four more people came. Our side had a four-on-three advantage just now, but suddenly it turned into a four-on-seven disadvantage. The four of them, Mu Di Youfeng, quickly retracted their formation and stood together after getting closer.

"Fellow Daoist Ji, it seems that you are in trouble, but I am wondering if I can help you solve this problem." Ning Tianqi suddenly changed his tone.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, what do you mean?" After hearing this, Ji Wuhen suddenly showed a displeased look on his face.

"Before we came here, Elder Lan only arranged for us to help you block the Southern Territory monks at the entrance, and did not let us fight with these Southern Territory monks in this ruins. What's more, if the seven of us besiege the other four together, with more Wouldn't you have lost the face of both our sects?" As he said that, Ning Tianqi glanced at the four Southern Region monks and naturally stopped in front of Rong Ming.

Rong Mingze nodded slightly towards Ning Tianqi, with a trace of imperceptible gratitude in his eyes.

It turns out that a few years ago, when Ning Tianqi was traveling in the Southern Region, Ning Tianqi helped Rong Ming, and Rong Ming reciprocated and helped Ning Tianqi. After going back and forth like this, the two became old friends.

Of course Ning Tianqi would not kill Rong Ming at this time, of course he had his own plans in mind. The four Southern Region monks in front of me are all at the Yuan Soul Realm. Rong Ming's combat prowess alone was on par with him many years ago. Even if seven people attack together, one's own side will definitely pay a certain price. Previously, Bai Shaojie's soul was injured in the sand sea, and he could no longer display the strength of the Soul Realm in a short period of time. If we fight again, the opponent will see his own shortcomings after a few rounds, and Bai Shaojie will inevitably be hurt. What's more, the great elder of the Yu Dao Sect, Lan Xingjun, has long regarded his own people as pawns, so the four of them naturally don't have to work hard for the Yu Dao Sect. Preserving your strength and obtaining the treasures in the space is the best choice.

Hearing what Ning Tianqi said, Ji Wuhen's face turned livid. It was clear that Ning Tianqi deliberately crossed the river and burned the bridge, but it was difficult for him to break out at this moment.

Thinking of this, Ji Wuhen quickly took out another tip bag. After opening it, another talisman note appeared.

It read: "If you encounter Ning Tianqi and his group in the space, if they are unwilling to help in the battle, just let them pass."

The next moment, the note turned into a ball of fireworks and burned up.

After reading the note, Ji Wuhen looked hesitant. I thought to myself that if Ning Tianqi and his party were allowed to pass, wouldn't they be handing over the treasures in the space? I don’t know why Elder Lan has such a plan.

The matter is urgent and there is no room for overthinking. Ji Wuhen pretended to be calm and laughed. Then he said: "What Fellow Daoist Ning said is absolutely true. It is not the behavior of a gentleman to bully the minority by bullying others. Fellow Daoist, please forgive me." After saying this, he moved his body to one side and moved out of the way.

Ning Tianqi couldn't help but be startled by Ji Wuhen's straightforward answer.

"I wonder what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd of Yudaomen, but they let us pass so easily." Bai Shaojie said in a low voice.

"No matter what they plan, let's go in and get the treasure first." Yu Qingcheng said.

"Could there be any ambushes or traps ahead? Be careful not to fall into Yu Daomen's scheme." Gui Gufeng reminded him.

Ning Tian replied loudly: "Since Fellow Daoist Ji has such a gentlemanly demeanor, how can Ning not be so beautiful as a man? Let's take the first step."

After saying that, Ning Tianqi clasped his fists towards the three people from Yu Daomen, and then quickly left towards the gate with the three people behind him without even looking at Rong Ming and his party. Within a moment, the four of them disappeared behind the gate.

The scene just now made Rong Ming and other Southern Region monks a little puzzled. The other Southern Region monks who came to assist did not know when they would arrive here. If seven people from the other side attack together, our side will most likely suffer. On this day, the disciples of the Ghost Sect were clearly invited by the Yu Dao Sect to assist in the boxing. At this moment, it seemed that the two sects were not of the same mind. The four people turned to look at each other, wondering why.

Seeing that Ning Tianqi and the others had really left, the tall Mu Di Youfeng smiled disdainfully, and then said: "It seems that these northern monks are far less united than our southern monks."