After hearing Jing Xuanzi's words, Jing Youzi nodded with a serious face and said with a confused look: "I hope Jing Xuanzi won't fall into Dongniu Mountain this time, otherwise, where can we find such a real person in Jindan to let him and open the door to the underground palace with us."

"Junior sister, be careful!" Jing Xuanzi waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "That day, Xuanshan Underground Palace was the secret preserved by our ancestors of Lan Xuanmen for many years. Now it is finally time to open it. If it is leaked, it will be no less than a catastrophe for us!"

Dongniu Mountain is only a few hundred miles away from the fishing village where Fang Ling is located. It takes hundreds of days for mortals to arrive. However, for practitioners like Fang Ling, they only took two hours to reach Dongniu Mountain.

Before they could fall down, someone shouted in a deep voice: "Where are you here? Is the disciple Wan Ming sitting down at Shin-shou, the disciple of Shin-shou, Wan Ming, is polite!"

While speaking, a foundation-building monk was driving a vulture the size of a millstone and rushed towards Fang Ling and others from a small mountain.

Fang Ling had actually discovered Wan Ming a long time ago, but he ignored Wan Ming and looked at Chen Taichung. Chen Taichung quickly understood Fang Ling's eyes and said quickly: "I'm Chen Taichung, this is Zhenren Jing Xuanzi, who is here to visit Qi Feng."

When Wan Ming heard Chen Taizhong signing up, the smile on his face disappeared. He sat on the vulture and snorted coldly: "Who am I thinking it is? It turns out that it is you, Chen Taizhong. Humph, since you have the courage to die, then wait for me honestly!"

As he spoke, he patted his small Qiankun bag, and a yellow talisman fell into his hand. He saw him pointing his finger. The yellow talisman turned into a ray of blue smoke and flew straight towards a cave in the mountains.

In just half a quarter of an hour, more than a dozen foundation-building cultivators flew over from all directions. They were like Wan Ming, and the leader was tall and had the peak of foundation-building cultivation. He glanced at Fang Ling and others, then clasped his fists at Fang Ling and said, "True Qi Feng sat down with his eldest disciple, Golden Bell Sword, and met with Zhenren Jing Xuanzi."

Fang Ling nodded, and the Golden Bell Sword continued to say in a deep voice: "The master is already waiting in the hall, please invite the real person."

Fang Ling nodded and flew straight towards the cave in the mountains with the golden bell sword. In just a blink of an eye, Fang Ling and others came to a magnificent hall. The hall was ten feet high, with carved beams and painted pillars. It looked very grand.

However, compared with these things, what Fang Ling cares more about is the hall itself. With a slight sweep of his spiritual sense, he realized that the entire hall was made of a kind of fine copper, and there were thousands of formation patterns carved inside the hall.

Although it looks like this is a hall, it has actually been sacrificed and refined into a magic weapon by the owner of the hall, and it is the most top-notch magic weapon. As long as the owner of the hall persists in training, the hall can definitely be trained into a magic weapon.

It was really a big move! While sighing in his heart, Fang Ling had the idea of ​​taking the hall away. It was not that Fang Zhenren wanted to put everything in his pocket when he saw it. But he really wanted such a thing now.

"Minister Jing Xuanzi, my master is in the hall, please come in!" Jin Zhongjian looked at Fang Ling all the way. But Fang Ling seemed to have a faint aura, which made it difficult for him to find anything useful from Fang Ling.

This made Jin Zhongjian a little disappointed, but he had reached the half-step of the golden elixir, so he was not depressed.

Fang Ling frowned slightly. According to the rules of interaction between Jindan Zhenren, you can use disciples to greet them outside the mountain, but before you arrive at the cave, Jindan Zhenren, who is the master, should come out to greet them.

This kind of welcome is not only a kind of etiquette, but more importantly, respect for the arrival of Jindan Zhenren.

As an old Jindan real person, Fang Ling certainly doesn't believe that this real person Qi Feng doesn't know this rule. He did this. It was obvious that he wanted to neglect Fang Ling.

It is even said that this Qi Feng Zhenren did not take Fang Ling, the Jindan Zhenren, who is ranked third in Lan Xuanmen.

Chen Taizhong naturally understood this rule, so he had a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes, but he was more worried. After all, the fact that the real person Qi Feng made this move was that he had a bad intention, which was very unfavorable to them.

Just as Chen Taizhong and others had a flash of thoughts, Fang Ling had already stepped into the temple. On the long corridor, there were twelve tall copper pillars, each of which was carved with a golden dragon.

These dragons were lifelike, and even increased their momentum by nine points out of thin air. Fang Ling glanced at the dragons and ignored them. However, the Jin Zhongjian who was following him laughed secretly, thinking that it seemed to be similar to the rumors. This real person Jing Xuanzi really had a problem with his memory.

These twelve dragons are not just for the sake of good looks, but are made by Qi Feng Zhenren. With the magic power of these twelve dragons, even if they are real people in the late stage of the Golden Pill, they will suffer a great loss under the command of Qi Feng Zhenren.

Over the years, Jin Zhongjian has received several Jindan real people for Qi Feng. Those knowledgeable Jindan real people will have their faces changed when they see these twelve dragons.

The ignorant is fearless, and this sentence is sincere and does not deceive me.

Just as he was thinking about it, everyone had already walked into the hall. In the hall, a hundred monks were divided into two rows, standing in the left and right rows. In the middle of the hall, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face was sitting steadily.

The Golden Bell Sword respectfully saluted the middle-aged man and said, "The disciple has brought Jing Xuanzi and others here, and I will come and hand in the order to the master."

As soon as this sentence of exchange was released, Liu Zhongyu, who was in the soul-raising wood behind Fang Ling, sneered: "It's really like a monkey-bearing crown. He is actually called a noble ancestor here. I really think he is the ancestor of the Nascent Soul!"

Fang Ling ignored Liu Zhongyu's sarcasm, and he looked at the middle-aged man sitting on the chair indifferently. The middle-aged man's eyes also looked at Fang Ling. When he found that he had not seen through Fang Ling's actual cultivation for a while, his expression on his face moved.

However, the man quickly regained his calmness. He waved his hand at the Jinzhongjian, and the Jinzhongjian stood obediently. At this time, the man's angry voice sounded in the entire hall: "Who killed Wu'er?"

His power had already scared the last bit of courage of Chen Taizhong and others. He looked at Fang Ling for a moment, hoping that this uncle Jing Xuanzi could take charge of their family.

Fang Ling smiled faintly and said, "Brother Qi Feng, there is a reason for this incident. The noble man snatched my nephew and the others for no reason..."

Before Fang Ling finished speaking, Qi Feng sneered and said, "Where is the place where you talk nonsense in my hall? You killed my children and will suffer the pain of the ghost sneering the soul today. As for you, Jing Xuanzi, if you are not strict in discipline, I will definitely hit you thirty python whips to serve as a warning to others!"

"Come on, take these people down for me." Although Qi Feng Zhenren was wary of Fang Ling, he was more confident in himself, especially after getting the Three Evil Soul Chasing Hammer, he felt that for him, there was no opponent under the Nascent Soul Infant.

His only son is dead, so there is no need for him to give Fang Ling any face!

Just as he spoke, more than a dozen disciples at the peak of foundation building, including Jin Zhongjian, shook a dragon-bound rope towards Chen Taizhong and the others at the same time. Although Chen Taizhong and the others were ready for the battle, they still showed panic on their faces in the face of Jin Zhongjian and the others' sudden attack.

The dragon-binding rope turned into green lights and flew quickly towards Fang Ling and others. Fang Ling sneered, and without waiting for Chen Taizhong and the others to take action, the small sword, which was only half a foot, flew out of his hand and slashed towards the green light.

These green lights are just ordinary magic weapons, so where can they resist the sword lights that Tian Fangling is getting more and more diligent? But when the sword light flashes, the dozens of green lights all fell to the ground and were divided into more than thirty sections.

Jin Zhongjian and others sighed secretly about the destruction of their magic weapon. Although this bundle of dragon ropes was not their protective magic weapon, they were also extraordinary. They were destroyed at this time, how could they not feel heartbroken?

As a result, their resentment against Fang Ling increased by nine points out of thin air. No matter what, their magic weapon was destroyed in Fang Ling's hands.

However, they did not take action. In addition to the other party Ling's fear, they were more confident in their masters. The true Qifeng did not disappoint them. Qifeng, who sneered, said in a deep voice: "How dare you take action in my Dongniu Mountain, then today, you don't think about leaving!"

While speaking, Qi Feng pointed his finger and twelve dragons with twelve teeth and claws flew out from the copper pillar. The moment these dragons flew up, they spit out twelve flames from their mouths at the same time.

The flames turned into a light blue sea of ​​fire in the void. Although they were not very aggressive, the monks who knew the light blue flames were all cold in their hearts. The blue flames turned out to be the earth's heart spirit fire. Even if the Jindan Zhenren was touched by this flame, there was only a way out.

That's not all. When the flames were about to cover Fang Ling's body, the magic tricks in his hand were quickly pinching. A giant Xuanhua axe with a sharp light of more than one meter long slashed straight towards Fang Ling's head.

The power of this slash was almost like the top of Mount Tai, which was the effective method of Master Qifeng in the past. Generally, the power of this axe was not possible at all. This time, Master Qifeng used two methods in succession, which was enough to prove his importance to Fang Ling, the enemy.

When the giant axe was about to fall, Fang Ling pinched the magic trick in his hand and activated the Sky-Splitting Sword Technique. The half-foot-long flying sword instantly triggered the sword light of more than two feet long and slashed towards the giant axe and the sea of ​​fire respectively! (To be continued)
Chapter completed!