Liu Zheng led the three guests, before coming to the temple, he took out a small jade plaque and raised it towards the main entrance of the temple, and an invisible spiritual power was released from the jade plaque, which immediately resonated with the spiritual official array in the temple, and the main door "squeaked" and slowly opened.

"Three fellow Daoists, please!"

The group of four entered the hall, and the deacon disciple waited outside the door according to Liu Zheng's instructions, and no one was allowed to enter this spiritual official hall without Liu Zheng's permission.

The temple is not big, and in the middle is enshrined a statue of a god with a golden helmet and golden armor, red eyebrows and red beards, three eyes and angry eyes, and a thunder whip, which is Wang Lingguan.

Liu Zheng stepped forward quickly, bowed to the ground in front of the statue of Wang Lingguan, and respectfully worshipped.

Xiao Fan's brother and sister did not dare to slack off, and stepped forward to worship this Taoist protector. I saw that Wang Lingguan's appearance was majestic, and the carving was extremely exquisite, especially the thunder whip held high in his right hand, which was quite different from the golden body of Lingguan, but a dark gold, which looked quite old, and was not cast with the statue, but an independent blade.

Xiao Fan even faintly felt the fluctuation of spiritual power from this thunder whip. This thunder whip turned out to be really a treasure.

Seeing Xiao Fan's eyes fixed on the thunder whip, Liu Zheng smiled slightly and said, "Xiao Zhenren, this thunder whip is the blade that my Maoshan ancestor Xuanming Zhenjun once used. It has been enshrined for more than 1,000 years. ”

Xiao Fan nodded.

This thunder whip is indeed the magic weapon of the monk thousands of years ago, but after so many years, no one drives it, and the spirituality of this magic weapon has basically disappeared.

Although this Lingguan Hall is not large, it is divided into two floors. Behind an inconspicuous screen, a passage leads to the underground. Liu Zheng led the four of them to this passage. A cold breath immediately rushed to his face. Xiao Fan's cultivation is profound. Since he was calm and calm, Wen Tian's luck was resisted, and Tan Xuan even shivered.

This shows the power of this cold aura.

Xiao Fan asked, "Liu Zhenren, is that ancestor of your sect in this underground palace?" ”

Liu Zheng once said that the ancestor of Maoshan was in the form of a spirit body, a single ghost, under the suppression of the spirit official array. is still so cold and extremely cold, which shows the strength of this ancestor ancestor's spiritual body.

"Yes, Xiao Zhenren. That ancestor is Xuanming Zhenjun. Back then, jealousy and hatred were like hatred, famous for the god and thunder Dafa, under the thunder whip, he killed countless demons and monsters, and was the famous god and thunder ancestor of our Maoshan faction. ”

Liu Zheng said this, looking quite proud.

Xiao Fan nodded yes.

Ryu is opening the ban on the underground passage. The cold aura gushed out, and a milky white body shield appeared in front of Xiao Fan, which immediately covered the cold breath, and Liu Zheng and the other three people also appeared on the surface of the body protector. Shelter from the cold.

The underground hall is not very deep, just below the statue of Wang Lingguan, and it is surrounded by walls made of blue bricks. Eerie, chilling hairs stand on end. Around the center of the temple. There are eight life-tall statues of Lingguan, standing on top of eight stone platforms. Holding a thunder whip high, holding a hot wheel, three eyes stared, facing a stone platform in the center.

This stone platform is not small, octagonal, each corner is facing a statue of a spirit official, around the stone platform, the gloomy atmosphere is forested, and the mist is shrouded.

Although the underground palace was very brightly lit, it was still very dark and cold.

Wen Tian said in a low voice: "This is the Spirit Officer's Demon Suppression Array!" ”

Tan Xuan's eyebrows were already frowning, and he repeated in surprise: "Spirit Officer Demon Suppression Array?" ”

It's no wonder that Tan Xuan was surprised, since the ancestor of this underground temple was the Xuanming True Monarch of Maoshan who was jealous and hateful during his lifetime, but he was a great virtue, but why did he use the Spirit Officer Demon Suppression Array to suppress his Yin Spirit?

Xiao Fan's gaze only swept slightly above the Spirit Officer's Demon Suppression Array, and then he stared at the stone platform in the very center.

On top of the central stone platform, there was a bowl, which was as black as ink, and the extremely cold aura emanated from this dark bowl.

Xiao Fan's mind probed out, intending to find out what the bowl was.

Who knew that as soon as he came into contact with the edge of the Spirit Officer's Demon Suppression Array, he was blocked by an invisible prohibition. Xiao Fan "hummed" lightly, and then increased the power of his divine thoughts, and forcibly broke through the obstruction of the prohibition of the large array, and covered the ink-black bowl.

The prohibition of this Spirit Officer's Demon Suppression Array is certainly powerful, but now that Xiao Fan's cultivation has reached the middle stage of Jindan, the power of divine thoughts has risen sharply, and the Spirit Official Demon Suppression Great Array is mainly to suppress demons, and he is not very good at isolating the power of divine thoughts.

But the power of this divine thought will touch the edge of the bowl, and suddenly "whoosh", and it will be sucked into the bowl rapidly, almost unstoppable. Xiao Fan was taken aback, hurriedly exercised his strength, and quickly collected the power of divine thoughts, if it was a little slower, he was afraid that this wisp of divine thought power would be swallowed up by the bowl. Although the loss of such a wisp of divine thought is not a big problem, it is also not very comfortable.

The yin spirit in this bowl is really a bit weird.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Tian and Tan Xuan beside him snorted, and Tan Xuan took a step back, his face changed slightly, obviously caught off guard and suffered a small loss. Wen Tian's cultivation is more profound than Tan Xuan's, and the situation is slightly better.

"Hey, the power of divine thoughts is very strong, and the reaction is very fast. Xiaoyou, what sect and sect are you a disciple of? ”

Suddenly, a surprised voice sounded in the bowl, and it sounded like the voice of a middle-aged man, and it was not very old.

Without waiting for Xiao Fan to answer, Liu Zheng shouted angrily: "Demon, I want to harm people again!" ”

The middle-aged man didn't care, laughed, and said, "Liu Zheng, you're not too young, why are you still so angry?" Day after day, year after year, nothing has grown. Tsk, it seems that in your life, you don't want to condense the golden pill. Supporting death is also a junior in the foundation building period. ”

In his tone, with a hint of ridicule, he seemed to be very familiar with Liu Zheng.

The three brothers and sisters of Xiao Fan looked at each other, quite surprised.

Listening to this tone, this can't be the ancestor of Maoshan anyway, otherwise, how could Liu Zheng reprimand him as a demon? Something must have gone wrong.

Liu Zheng sneered and said, "Demon, whether I can condense the golden pill or not, I don't have to worry about you." To tell you the truth, this time, I specially invited Xiao Fan, the contemporary head of Wujimen, Xiao Zhenren and his two fellow brothers and sisters to clean you up. Your end is near! ”

"Infinity Gate?"

The middle-aged man's voice suddenly became sharp, as if he was quite annoyed and faintly frightened.

"The contemporary head of Wujimen? No wonder the power of divine thoughts is quite powerful......"

At this moment, in the inky black bowl, another man's voice sounded, sounding a little older than the previous middle-aged man's voice, and it was also a little lower, with an indescribable sense of coercion, as if this person was a powerful figure before his death.

Liu Zheng immediately bowed slightly, changed his tone, and said respectfully: "Yes, Ancestor." This is Xiao Fanxiao Zhenren, the current head of Wuji Gate, who was specially invited by his disciples to help deal with demons. ”

In this bowl, there are two different Yin Spirits. The one with a more old voice in the back is Xuanming Zhenjun.

Xiao Fan and the others all showed expressions of sudden realization.

It was just a small bowl that contained two spirit bodies at the same time, such a thing that they had never even heard of before, but now that they saw it with their own eyes, they still felt very novel.

"Hmph, with this junior in the Jindan stage, you want to deal with me Venerable Welling, are you dreaming?"

The voice of the middle-aged man before shouted angrily, but it lacked the calm and calm bearing just now.

Xuanming Zhenjun laughed and said: "Weiling Old Demon, if back then, when your physical body was not destroyed and your divine powers were in full bloom, a junior in the Jindan period, in front of you, would certainly not have the slightest power to fight back. But is it still the same year? You're just a wisp of remnant soul now, lingering in this soul gathering bowl, you may be wiped out at any time, and you're still here to blow the atmosphere, so shameless! ”

The middle-aged man known as the Welling Old Demon was even more furious, and said with a sneer: "Stinky Daoist, I am a wisp of remnant soul, what do you think you are?" Aren't you like me, lingering in this soul gathering bowl? For more than a thousand years, have you ever had the upper hand? ”

Xuanming Zhenjun was not angry, and said with a smile: "Old Demon Welling, I don't have the slightest advantage, but I have a descendant and are trying to save me from it." What about you? Where's your cub? I'm afraid that we righteous monks will be wiped out a long time ago, right? You're left alone, and you're still here. I feel sorry for you! ”

Old Demon Welling couldn't help but sneer and said, "Stinky Daoist, don't coax yourself here. Do you think that with your disciples, who can't even condense the golden pill, and cultivate to such a foundation building junior, you can separate the primordial spirits of our two Yuanying monks? Stop dreaming! The two of us were destined to be a pair of brothers in distress, born and died together. Rescue you alone, you dare to think. ”

Xiao Fan, who had been quietly listening to their conversation, suddenly opened his mouth and said indifferently: "Senior Welling, although we have really never seen this kind of situation before, how can you be sure that we must not be able to think of a good way?" ”

The old demon of Welling was stunned for a moment, then laughed again, and said disdainfully: "Hou Sheng, if Li Taixing's old immortal is here, I will believe what he said." What are you? How many generations have you been his disciple? ”

Wen Tian and Tan Xuan's faces changed.

Li Taixing in the mouth of the old devil of Welling, to them, it was like thunder. It is the thirty-third generation of Wujimen who is in charge of the real person, the disciple of the younger generation of Wujimen, and is known as the Taixing Patriarch.

It sounds like this Venerable Welling is a monk of the same era as Patriarch Taixing.

It's really a thousand-year-old demon. (To be continued......)