Ding Xing looked at the golden seal on the plaque for a while, but he still didn't know the essentials, he wanted to understand the mystery, he had to take off the plaque, cast a spell and practice, so that he could find out the details.

But the ruins of the palace at the top of the peak are covered by the prohibition of Tsukishima, and the plaque is impregnable, except for the spiritual wine gushing out of the Golden Pond Taichung, don't even think about taking away every brick and tile here.

Besides, Ding Xing is in an invisible state, even if he has a way to pick up the plaque, he will not take the liberty of doing it.

He looked away from the plaque and looked around the peak, and found that the palace here had basically collapsed, leaving only the courtyard wall, with a slight trace of outline, just enclosing the golden pond in the center.

The more than 100 Xuanfetal monks present were all floating on the wall in groups of three or five, all of them looking vigilant and ready for battle.

Ding Xing saw Di Ling and the Ice Moth Fairy enter the courtyard, so he also followed, and stood in a remote corner of the ruins with few people, while waiting for the feast to begin, while observing the golden pond platform with great interest.

On the four sides of the pond in the stage, the dense seal inscription is painted, Ding Xing guessed that this is a new set of hexagrams, the bottom of the platform is clean, there is only a palm-sized heart-shaped spring, filled with pale golden mist.

As he was looking, he suddenly heard a strange laugh of yin and yang, which suppressed the noisy atmosphere of the courtyard.

"There are so many Taoist friends, why don't you all sit at the table, are you all waiting for the old man?"

He called himself an old man, obviously a male cultivator, but his voice was thin and high-pitched, and he still let out a few giggles from time to time, and it was very easy to confuse his gender if he didn't see his appearance.

As soon as he had finished speaking, the man had landed in the courtyard, dressed in a big red robe, with a childish face, but shrunken and short, like a dwarf old man, and he swaggered and sat in one of the chairs by the golden pool.

This golden pond has a total of four sides of the pool platform, each side of the platform is placed with nine seats, close to the plaque side platform is the last position, on both sides is the deputy position, the dwarf old man sits in the main seat, and is the middle position of the nine chairs, he is clearly regarded as the number one monk of today's golden pond feast.

The strange thing was that none of the Xuanfetus monks present objected, and all of them collectively recognized the status of the dwarf old man, and some demon cultivators were still respectfully greeting him.

Ding Xing also heard a lot of discussions against him.

"I didn't expect the old monster to forget the sun is also here, he has already stepped into the coffin board with half a foot, and what is the fun coming to join in?"

"The Golden Pond Spirit Wine can enhance cultivation, as long as there is a glimmer of hope to impact the Golden Pill, he will definitely not let it go. ”

"His cultivation has been stagnant in the False Dan period for almost a hundred years, and he has not been able to achieve the Dan for so long, which shows that he is not good enough, and his lifespan is about to run out, hey, honestly waiting for reincarnation is the right way. ”

Ding Xing listened to the introduction of the nearby demon cultivators, and couldn't help but be taken aback, the old man of the dwarf turned out to be a fake pill, this realm belongs to the peak of the Xuanfetal period, no matter what elixir spirit wine is swallowed, it is impossible for mana to grow again, if you want to go further, you must break through that thin layer of bottlenecks and cross into the golden pill period.

As early as a hundred years ago, the dwarf old man's law name was not called Forget Yangzi, he was in order to impact the Jindan period, he practiced a kind of magic skill that was not yin and yang, and he was abducting young men and women all the year round, acting as a furnace for mining, but he had been picking for hundreds of years, and his cultivation was always in place, not only did Jin Dan have no hope, but he was neither male nor female in refining his law body, so he was called the old demon of Forget Yang by his colleagues.

This old demon's evil deeds can be described as innumerable, but his god is powerful, and it is rumored that he has killed a Jindan early stage cultivator, causing him to be famous in the six sects of the Demon Domain.

In fact, there are really a lot of famous demon cultivators who came to participate in the Golden Pond Banquet today.

As soon as the old demon of Forgotten Yang sat down, there were several old monks in the late stage of the Xuanti period, each occupying a main seat.

The main forces present today are concentrated in the early and middle stages of the Xuanti, and the number of monks in the later stage is very small, which is for a reason.

The Ice Moth Fairy also noticed this detail, so he asked Di Ling to inquire: "Brother Ling, you see, there are only ten late-stage old monsters who have come so far, less than one-third of the seats, is the Golden Pond Spirit Wine not much of a good effect on them?"

Di Ling said: "The medicinal effect of this spirit wine is indeed not very strong, and it is even weaker than the three-flavored snow wine, but as long as it is a monk in the Xuan Fetal Stage, after drinking it, the effect of mana refinement is the same." ”

Ding Xing's main spirit wine is the 'Three Flavors Snow Spirit', which is the best effect for monks in the early stage of the Xuan Fetus, but if it breaks through to the middle stage, the medicinal power will be greatly reduced.

The monks of the Demon Realm and the Wei Kingdom Immortal Cultivation Realm, once their cultivation reached the middle stage of the Xuan Fetus, they would often abandon the 'Three Flavors of Snow Spirit' and turn to take special spiritual tea and elixir.

After Ding Xing entered the middle stage last month, he also had this idea, but if the Jinchi Spirit Wine was really as Di Ling said, the power of the wine continued throughout the Xuanti Fetal Period without attenuation, then Ding Xing could use this spirit wine to assist in his future cultivation.

The Ice Moth Fairy listened to Di Ling's introduction and was a little surprised: "The medicinal power of the spirit wine elixir known in the immortal cultivation world will slowly decay with the improvement of cultivation, why is the Jinchi spirit wine so special?"

Di Ling shook his head: "After the Jin Chi comes out of the wine, take a few glasses and taste them, you should be able to figure it out." ”

The Ice Moth Fairy raised his hand and pointed: "Those ten late-stage monks occupy ten chairs, and more than ten demon castles in Gao Fengguo have Taoist friends rushing to come, we are even the representatives of the Hanging Castle, and we should also occupy one chair." ”

She seemed to particularly like to be in the limelight at this kind of event, so she encouraged Di Ling to compete for the position.

But Di Ling didn't agree: "Last month, Situ Old Monster came once, I went to visit him, according to him, this Golden Pond Platform is very strange, the spirit wine gushing out from the bottom of the platform, can be ever-changing, illusion into the spirit of various demon beasts, and randomly fall into one of the thirty-six chairs, if we sit in, we have to face the competition of the late monks of the Old Monster of Forgotten Sun, it is not worth it." ”

The Ice Moth Fairy couldn't help but frown: "If you don't sit, you won't even have a chance to fight." ”

Di Ling said to her: "No, every time Jinchitai produces wine, there are at least dozens of illusions, if the thirty-six chairs are full, so many spirit wine will rush out of the courtyard, our goal is this spirit wine." ”

In a short time, all the seats by the pool were full, and there were two or three helpers behind each chair, and it was obvious that when the spirit wine poured out, the competition between the seats would be extremely fierce.

At this moment, there were only twenty or thirty demon cultivators left on the periphery, and Ding Xing was thinking about whether there would be new monks rushing up from the foot of the mountain later, but when he saw the heart-shaped spring at the bottom of the pool, it began to flash with dazzling golden light, and with a 'whew!', a small beast that was condensed by water jumped out.