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Hangu was closed, and the vast white mist was still entrenched there. Thankfully, however, the white fog did not spread as expected.

Otherwise, the hundreds of thousands of ordinary people in Xianyang City will probably suffer.

"Whew!"

As soon as he sent out the letter to Guguan, Bai Qi involuntarily exhaled lightly. Whether it was the huge void from before, or the white mist that tempted people's souls, Bai Qi's heart couldn't be calm for a long time.

"You're finally out." Penglai Old Ancestor's hoarse voice sounded, and the originally severed arms had been reconnected by him at some point.

However, in that hoarse voice, it was still not difficult to hear a trace of exhaustion.

Looking at the Penglai Ancestor with a somewhat gloomy face in front of him, Ying Zheng knew that he must have noticed the matter of invoking the Heavenly Dao Qi Luck again before.

However, Ying Zheng didn't care about this, but said to Penglai Ancestor: "The so-called demon passage is not the demon realm that leads to it at all!" ”

"Not the Demon Realm?" Penglai Ancestor was stunned for a moment, and then his voice immediately raised a few degrees, and he scolded angrily: "Impossible! It's not like the old man hasn't fought with those demons! ”

"Void!" Ying Zheng frowned, directly interrupted the somewhat excited Penglai Ancestor, and said, "If that void and countless corpses are the Demon Realm in your mouth, then I can tell you that your so-called Demon Realm doesn't even have a living thing!" ”

"How could it be ......" Penglai Ancestor blushed, wanting to say something, but he didn't know how to speak.

If it is really as Yingzheng said, then wouldn't the sacrifices of their so-called protectors for hundreds of years be in vain?

Penglai Ancestor, who originally looked like an old man, seemed to be dozens of years old at this moment. He was already greatly injured, and now even his initial persistence has begun to waver.

He didn't doubt what Ying Zheng said, the Demon Dao had been opened, and with his current strength, it was not impossible to go in and take a look, and Ying Zheng had no need to deceive him at all.

"I don't have time to waste here with you. The path of life and death has been opened, and it is up to you to judge whether you advance or retreat. However, no matter whether you retreat or advance, I will take all the exercises and cheats that you have treasured.

What you dare not do, I will do for you! ”

After saying that, Ying Zheng no longer paid attention to Penglai Ancestor, took off into the air, and flew towards the north.

Whether Penglai Ancestor will agree to his conditions, Yingzheng is not worried at all.

Although Ying Zheng's cultivation did not reach the Tribulation Realm, Ying Zheng, who had already taken the Heavenly Dao to replace him, wanted to summon the Heavenly Thunder Refining Body was just a breeze.

Moreover, even if Ying Zheng did not cross the Tribulation Realm, he still had the strength to fight with the Tribulation Monk.

After today's war, Yingzheng can also see that whether it is Penglai Ancestor or Abbot Ancestor, Gu has lost its origin, and it is certain that his strength will decline.

With just another Tribulation Monk in the fairyland, even if he fought hard with Ying Zheng, Ying Zheng was sure that he could take him down.

Therefore, whether the people in the fairyland are willing or not, Yingzheng will forcibly take those things into his hands.

It's already an ironclad thing, and Ying Zheng doesn't plan to continue to bother with it. Now, what he is more concerned about is what Lao Dan, the ancestor of Taoism, did hundreds of years ago, and why he can suddenly appear in the so-called path of life and death.

Shanggu County of Qin State, the vast mountains are lush and green. And right between the mountains and forests, there is this huge dojo.

The dojo is built on the mountain, and each building has a trace of simple ancient style. Obviously, it's been quite a few years old.

Ying Zheng's arrival did not alarm anyone, except that in a remote view in the back mountain, a young man in his twenties slowly opened his eyes.

"Master?"

Behind the young man, a man who looked to be in his forties couldn't help but ask softly.

"You go out first, for the teacher wants to see a distinguished guest." The young man, in a tone that did not match his own, said to the middle-aged man.

"Yes!" The middle-aged man replied without the slightest hesitation.

"I haven't seen him for many years, and the Northern Hellmaster is still calm."

Just after the middle-aged man left, Ying Zheng's voice sounded in this temple.

"Your Majesty, what do you want to ask?" Bei Yingzi stood up with a smile and asked.

Seeing that Bei Yingzi asked so bluntly, Yingzheng stopped detouring around the bend, and replied directly: "Hangu Pass!" ”

"About the Patriarch?"

"Yes!"

Bei Yingzi nodded, and then walked unhurriedly towards the side of the Taoist temple. And Ying Zheng didn't urge, just watched quietly.

"It's all here." Bei Yingzi skillfully found a few bundles of bamboo slips from a pile of bamboo slips and said.

More than a decade has passed, and today's paper has long spread throughout the empire. This is true not only in the East itself, but also in the Western counties.

However, judging from the bamboo slips in the hands of the Northern Immortal, it is obvious that there have been countless long years. And in this long time, this bamboo slip has not been damaged, nor has it been eaten by insects, it has obviously been specially treated.

"Thank you, Master Beiming!" Ying Zheng walked in front of Bei Yingzi and solemnly took the bamboo slips.

"Your Majesty is polite......" Bei Yingzi returned the salute slightly, and then stopped speaking.

Ying Zheng, who got the bamboo slips, did not stay long, and after saluting again to show his gratitude, he left the mountain gate of Tianzong.

The number of bamboo slips is scattered. One piece in the east and one piece in the west, as if Lao Dan left it at will.

Just when Ying Zheng saw it in the clouds, he suddenly found that a large piece was missing on the last bamboo slip.

"What's going on?" Ying Zheng frowned, obviously, this could not be done by Bei Yingzi on purpose.

If it wasn't done by the Northern Underworld, then it must have been done by the ancestors of Taoism. But for what purpose?

Looking at the contents of this scroll, it seems that it is even rarer than the other volumes, and even the words on it add up to only a dozen, so I can't see anything at all.

Holding on to this strange bamboo slip, Ying Zheng believed that there must be some mechanism or mystery on it.

The more he observed, the more Ying Zheng found that the material used in this bamboo slip did not seem to be a simple bamboo. Although the color is exactly the same as other bamboo slips, there is a slight difference in weight.

If you don't look closely, it's hard to spot. Especially when a large piece of bamboo slip is missing, it is even more difficult to find this.

"This pattern ......"

Looking at the missing place of the bamboo slips, Ying Zheng felt more and more that this was very similar to the wooden tablet he had seen before.

However, it is not right, the wooden tablet is a whole, and the bamboo slips are slender pieces, and the two are obviously not quite consistent.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ying Zheng directly took out the wooden tablet and tried to piece it together with the bamboo slips.

"Click!"

Between the wooden tablet and the bamboo slips, there was a soft sound. Between the two, they were really pieced together, and there was no trace of disobedience.

"Buzz!"

The bamboo slips that had just been put together emitted a faint glow. The original dozen or so words engraved on the seal suddenly seemed to come to life, and they were swimming around.

And the original twelve characters on the wooden tablet are also like tadpoles, swimming in all directions.

A moment later, a few complete sentences were reformed on the bamboo slips that emitted a light purple light.