Become a disciple of Taoist Priest Four Eyes

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With the help of the puppet body, he pushed the round mirror above his head.

The bright mirror light shone on the formation, and the hazy aura of the formation instantly became clear.

Layers of formations appeared in his eyes like extremely complex spider webs.

Through the formation patterns, Xu Junming also saw everything in the valley.

This is a big tree with a height of more than ten feet and a crown like clouds.

The fluffy tree crown covers most of the valley.

The light blue leaves are imprinted with purple lines, and they are curved like a palace.

The canopy of trees is surrounded by colorful clouds, which looks extremely beautiful.

The extremely rich Qingmu spiritual energy supported the entire formation.

"This is...the palace treasure tree?"

When he saw the big tree in the valley, Xu Junming's eyes widened instantly.

He had only seen a description of this kind of immortal root in an extremely ancient jade slip from Maoshan Nanzong.

The Palace Treasure Tree, also known as the Xiangshe Spirit Tree, is a spiritual root that inherits the two attributes of green wood and Hutian. It is said to be the descendant of the innate spiritual root Jianmu.

Every leaf of the palace treasure tree will form a huge palace.

And the higher the grade of the palace treasure tree, the bigger the palace becomes.

If the palace treasure tree is strong enough, it is normal for a palace to reach the first level.

Of course, this requires endless watering of spiritual energy.

This palace treasure tree of Chongyang Road should be just a seedling.

But even as a seedling, this is a powerful fairy root.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Xu Junming briefly understood the formation in front of him. Although he could not fully understand it, this Dongming-level formation was a main defensive formation.

Use the treasure tree in the palace as the eye of the formation. This tree will not fall and the formation will not be destroyed.

The palace treasure tree in front of me is indeed a powerful fairy root. Unless you have the power of the tenth level of Yuan Shen, it will be difficult to cut it off.

With the help of Guan Hongxue's puppet body, he activated the Eight-foot Mirror, and powerful spatial spiritual power exploded.

A black dot appeared in front of him.

Feeling the aura within the formation, Xu Junming controlled the puppet body to fly in.

After entering the formation, the palace treasure tree in front of me was dozens of times larger than outside.

Giant trees hundreds of meters tall, like a huge cloud, cover the sky.

Under the astonishing canopy, there are thick branches like mountains.

The rich spiritual energy is almost as good as Xu Junming's Dihuang Cave.

After a brief inspection, he activated the escape light and flew straight forward.

Xu Junming didn't notice until he got closer.

Although this palace treasure tree is a hundred feet tall, its trunk is as thick as a mountain and actually has only three layers and six huge branches and leaves.

The top layer is the largest, the middle two leaves are second, and the bottom three leaves are the smallest.

But even the smallest blade is dozens of feet tall.

The gaps between the leaves are filled with seven-colored clouds. If you look at it from the outside, you can't see how many leaves it has unless you use a bronze mirror.

Manipulate the puppet body to examine it for a moment, activate your magic power, and escape into one of the three lowest leaves.

When falling into the leaves, the scenery in front of you intuitively changes.

The huge leaves instantly turned into a magnificent palace.

The entire palace is divided into seven floors, front and back, and each floor has dozens of small and large sub-halls.

It covers an area of ​​tens of thousands of acres.

Xu Junming wanted to directly control the puppet body to fly in, but was quickly blocked by a thick barrier.

He briefly tested the thickness of the barrier, and then landed lightly on a bluestone square hundreds of acres in size.

There are twelve huge copper furnaces in two rows and six columns on both sides of the square.

Walking along the copper furnace and climbing a hundred meters of steps, you will find a grand palace with a height of tens of meters.

On the lintel of the palace door, there is a huge plaque with three words written horizontally.

"Library Hall!"

"It is rumored that the 'Chongyang Tao' has twelve fundamental inheritances and seventy-two direct teaching methods. I wonder if they are here."

Xu Junming controlled the puppet body, took one step, and arrived in front of the palace gate in an instant.

After activating the Eight-Child Mirror and discovering that the restriction here was not too strong, he activated the Hutian God to perform the technique and stepped in.

The space of the palace is larger than what you see from the outside.

It is a thousand meters wide, hundreds of meters high, and five to six hundred meters deep.

In such a grand hall, four lotus lanterns floated in mid-air, and the bright flames illuminated the entire hall.

"well…!"

A long and old sigh suddenly echoed in the vast and empty hall.

"Da da…!"

Accompanied by the sound of a wooden staff hitting the floor, an old man wearing gray robes and holding a wooden staff walked out from the depths of the hall. His hair was messy and his head was lowered.

The old man's steps were staggering, as if he was about to die, but his aura was strong and obscure.

"No one has been here for a long time!"

While he was speaking, the old man raised his head, revealing an old face with white beard and hair, but there was a hint of numbness in his expression.

"Little guy, are you a disciple of Chongyang Dao?"

"no!"

Xu Junming shook his head with a calm expression.

"no?!"

The old man's expression suddenly changed, a strange red light flashed from his eyes, and his expression became distorted.

The tyrannical momentum was like a volcano erupting, rushing straight towards Xu Junming.

"...Then go die!"

With a wave of the wooden stick in his hand, it instantly turned into a giant pillar, and fell down like a sky-high force.

The eight-foot mirror flashed with light, and Xu Junming controlled the puppet body, moving a hundred feet horizontally like changing its shape, looking at the old man close at hand, and flicked his fingers.

The sharp sword energy and lightning flew past.

The old man's head was cut off instantly.

However, no blood came out.

The headless corpse was waving a wooden stick like a normal person.

With a 'whoosh', the giant pillar transformed by the wooden staff instantly turned into countless thick wooden arrows, which were shot toward Xu Junming overwhelmingly.

The severed head opened its mouth with an astonishing arc that seemed to be torn apart, extremely ferocious.

Soon, countless black turbid currents spewed out after the wooden arrows.

Even though he was far away, Xu Junming could feel the extremely filthy evil spirit inside.

He frowned slightly and waved his sleeves.

In an instant, sword energy swarmed out like a storm.

Whether it was wooden arrows, demonic energy, or the remaining corpse of the old man, they were all strangled cleanly.

Just as he was about to control the puppet body to leave, he stopped walking, frowned slightly, and looked ahead.

With the sound of the crutches falling to the ground, the dead old man walked out from the depths of the hall again.

This time it's not one, but three at the same time.

Three identical people, no, they should be demons.

Six eyes flashing with bloodthirsty scarlet light stared at the puppet body.

"Anyone who offends me...die!"

The three of them waved their wooden sticks at the same time, and struck the puppet with heavy shadows like mountains and seas.

Looking at the wooden staffs all over the sky, Xu Junming pinched his sword fingers with his right hand.

"choke…!"

The crisp sword cry sounded from the sword box behind him.

"Demon Slayer Sword!"

‘Whoa’, a sword light of a hundred feet rose into the sky from behind, and the sharp sword energy swept out.

The light of the sword was extinguished in a flash.

The shadow in mid-air disappeared immediately.

Immediately following the sound of 'chila', the entire hall split into two halves.

The sunlight from the Chongyang Upper Courtyard shone in, breaking the strange atmosphere in the hall.

Xu Junming stepped forward and looked at the old man lying on the ground beside his feet, killed by the demon-slaying sword.

He stretched out his hand and the wooden stick in his hand flew up.

"The nine treasure forbidden magic weapons are unfortunately infected by demonic energy."

Even so, for Xu Junming, if the demonic energy is transformed, it will indeed be the material to support Yimeng Huangliang and Dihuang Mountain Cave Heaven.

A storage gourd that is conveniently tucked into your waist.

With a snap of his fingers, a grain of yellow rice sank into the old man's body, but his soul was not captured.

His brows furrowed.

"How is it possible? Even if you are possessed by a demon, there should be a soul there?! Unless it is a puppet."

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head.

He didn't care anymore, walked out of the hall and walked towards the depths.

After he left, the old man's broken body recovered again after a flash of light.

He stood up and looked at the direction Xu Junming was leaving, with a smile of interest on his face.

"It turns out he is a sword cultivator! Although he is not a soul, I like his natal flying sword! Especially the precious mirror, which should be the Hutian Dao Spiritual Treasure!"

After the greedy eyes flashed, the old man's body fell to the ground and returned to its original state.

Silence returned to the broken hall. Not long after, a mirror image flashed across, spanning thousands of feet, and merged into the eight-foot mirror.

The light and shadow on the mirror flickered, replaying the strange scene in the hall just now in front of Xu Junming.

"Who is this person?"

Deep doubts came to mind.

He was able to enter the protective formation suppressed by the treasure tree in this palace, thanks to the Lingbao-level eight-foot mirror.

Although in the entire Dayong cultivation world, and even in this cultivation world, he is definitely not the only one who possesses the Hutian Spiritual Treasure, but seeing how this person controls the old man's body with ease, he is obviously very familiar with this place.

However, he firmly believed that with his understanding of Hutian Taoism, it was absolutely impossible for anyone to rush here ahead of him.

"It seems that the water in Chongyang Cave is deeper than imagined."

Xu Junming, who didn't think about the outcome, suppressed the doubts in his heart for the time being. With the presence of Dihuang Cave and Heaven, he would be invincible.

He raised his head and looked at the hall in front of him.

"Tai Chi Hall!"

A three-character plaque hangs in the center.

Step inside.

In the grand hall, there are nearly a hundred long tables with pens, inks, paper, inkstones, and blank jade slips arranged neatly.

Behind the long desk, there is a futon.

However, the arrangement of the futon is a bit messy, the ink on the spread paper is only half written, and the jade slips are not organized neatly.

I wanted to come and go in an extremely hurry.

Xu Junming stepped forward to a desk.

On the open white paper, it was written in fair handwriting.

"The way to sincerity starts with Ming De; if the heart is right, the mind will be clear; if the mind is right, the yang will increase, and the yang energy will...!"

I just finished writing the word "qi" and stopped before I could write the rest.

However, looking at this line, it is obvious that he intends to write an article about his experience of Chunyang Taoism.

"It is rumored that there is a 'Pure Yang Sword Code' among the twelve fundamental inheritances of Chongyang Taoism. Based on the experience and experience, it should be this technique."

With one move of magic power, the jade slip on the table flew into his hand.

At the same time, the paper on the table turned into fly ash.

Xu Junming was stunned for a moment, then understood.