Become a disciple of Taoist Priest Four Eyes

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"Go, go quickly!"

A strong force pushed towards the back of Xu Junming's puppet.

Two ghost soldiers, nearly ten feet tall and holding steel forks, were pushing him towards the millstone not far away with minced flesh and blood still stuck to it.

And he himself was tightly bound by a black iron chain.

Xu Junming took a slight breath, and the thick Yin Qi, along with the smell of blood, poured into his nose.

"It is rumored that in the 'Huan Shen Sutra' of the Twelve True Transmissions of Chongyang Taoism, in addition to the cultivation methods, the most powerful Taoist method is the 'Eighteen Hells'. It can block the five senses, confuse the soul, and send people to hell in a single thought. Suffer and let the caster control life and death.”

"I originally thought that the rumors were a bit exaggerated, but now that I have experienced them carefully, I realize that they are quite powerful. Unfortunately, they are still too far gone to confuse me."

After saying that, the sound of the sword sounded.

The surging sword energy was like a storm, venting crazily in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, the stone grinding hell in front of him was shattered like a mirror.

The main hall appeared in front of you again, but there was no old Taoist on the lotus seat, and there were no hundreds of disciples on the futons around it.

A gust of wind blew up, and apart from the lotus seat, the futon that had exhausted its essence over the endless years turned into ashes.

He stretched out his hand and the lotus seat flew towards him.

After a ray of mana subsided, the lotus seat carried the light and turned it into a black book.

There are three etched words on the cover.

"Eighteen hells of the underworld."

After opening it, there were exactly eighteen pages inside.

Every page is a painting.

Just deal with the Tongue Pulling Hell, Scissor Hell, Iron Tree Hell, Evil Mirror Hell, Steamer Hell, Copper Pillar Hell, Knife Mountain Hell, Iceberg Hell, Oil Pot Hell, Cow Pit Hell, Stone Pressure Hell, Mortar Hell, Blood Pool Hell, The hell of wasted death, the hell of punishment, the hell of volcano, the hell of grinding stones and the hell of saws.

The entire 'Eighteen Hells of the Netherworld' is a magic weapon with twelve forbidden treasures.

After realizing it carefully, Xu Junming was secretly shocked.

Although this treasure is an illusion magic weapon, it has some spatial attributes.

The Eighteen Hells are like eighteen spaces, and the various torture instruments inside also possess the energy of gold and iron. If released, they would definitely be stronger than the magical instruments made of ordinary hardware.

"It is said that after Huandao is promoted to the Nascent Soul Realm, he can be half-truth and half-false. Now looking at the 'Eighteen Hells of the Netherworld', it is somewhat possible."

Putting away this treasure, Xu Junming looked around the various halls in the Dharma Transmission Hall, but found nothing else.

The so-called ‘Preaching Hall’ is actually a place for preaching and receiving karma.

Every seventh day, high-level monks from Chongyang Taoism come to preach to lower-level disciples.

Generally speaking, the golden elixir is taught to the innate, the Nascent Soul is taught to the golden elixir, and the Yuanshen is taught to the Nascent Soul.

Therefore, there are a total of three main halls in the Chuanfa Hall.

There are dozens of small halls around, which are used for communication among monks of the same class.

In addition to the Dharma Transmission Hall and the Library Hall, the palace on the last leaf of the third floor is called the Merit Hall.

This is where Chongyang Dao releases sect missions, and it also allows disciples within the sect to communicate with each other.

I haven't encountered anything weird here, and I've found a lot of things.

It's a pity that most of them are at the Dongzhen and Dongxuan levels, there are very few at the Big Cave level, and there is none at the Dongming level.

He casually threw the box containing an eight-striped spirit forbidden weapon into the storage gourd.

"Let's save it for rewarding the students of Chongshan Academy in the future."

Looking up, from his perspective, the two leaves were extremely huge, covering the sky and the sun.

With anticipation in his eyes, the light flew up and landed on the leaves on the left like lightning.

The situation in front of him changed, but what appeared was not the palace he thought.

It is a manor that is as large as ten thousand acres.

The entire manor is protected by a three-foot-high vermilion wall. There is only a tall bluestone archway for entry and exit.

The archway also has three archways, facing a bluestone platform measuring more than ten acres.

Xu Junming landed on the stone platform and looked up.

Under the dark green tiles, on the archway in the middle, there were four golden seal characters.

"Shennong Courtyard."

Before coming, Xu Junming investigated a lot of information about Chongyang Road through his own connections. But there is no record about Shennong Villa.

It may also be that Chongyang Taoism has been in decline for so long that everyone has forgotten about it.

However, although I have never heard of it. But just looking at the name, it’s not difficult to guess the function here.

Stepping forward, there was no surprise.

The restrictions in this courtyard are surprisingly powerful. They have reached the level of insight and can block monks of the first and second levels of Yuan Shen.

There was expectation in Xu Junming's eyes.

The stronger the ban, the more it means there are good things in it.

The mana in the puppet's body was activated, and the aura of the eight-foot mirror surged.

The powerful Hutian Taoist method quickly opened a passage in.

Flying in, a very thick Qingmu spiritual energy came to meet him.

But what he saw in front of him made him frown tightly.

The tall spiritual trees should have lush branches and strong spiritual energy. But now they are extremely withered. The black trunks and fallen leaves indicate that they have been dead for a long time.

He walked forward, one hundred meters at a time, and soon came to a large stone. There were several tall grasses with slender leaves growing on the corners.

Xu Junming pinched a piece of grass. The originally intact grass stem turned into black powder and scattered in the wind the moment he picked it up.

His brows furrowed.

"Even the sword grass has withered?!"

Ye Jiancao is known as the most tenacious spiritual grass. As long as there is a trace of spiritual energy, it will not wither.

But looking at the current situation, it is obvious that he has been dead for many years.

Seeing the whole courtyard withered and extinct, Xu Junming looked deeper.

"I want to see what is it that swallows up the life here?"

As soon as the thought came to an end, his eyes turned cold, and several sword energy flew out.

A few "chichi" sounds were heard, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came.

Immediately after the pungent smell came, although the puppet itself was dead, Xu Junming, who controlled him, still subconsciously closed his breath.

The smell, like a rotting corpse, was really unpleasant.

Turn around.

There are three vines on the ground that are dark in color, of different lengths, and twist like snakes.

It's like the struggle before death, with a hint of madness.

The strange thing is that compared with ordinary rattans, these rattans are not only covered with scarlet sharp barbs, but also have circles of fleshy spines at the tips.

These fleshy spines are like the mouth of an octopus, extending inward, as if the entire inside of the rattan is filled with such things.

Just when Xu Junming was analyzing what this thing was, the ground suddenly trembled.

Like sword eyebrows, it rises into the sky with escaping light.

With a "boom", the ground cracked open, and dozens of huge rattans that were similar to the previous rattans but a hundred times thicker rose into the sky like springs.

The ferocious opening at the tip is like a passage leading to hell, and circles of flesh thorns are eating straight towards the puppet's body.

Facing this unknown thing, Xu Junming looked calm and pinched it with his fingers.

"Hutian Barrier!"

The eight-foot mirror flashed with light, and a tough space barrier stood in front of him.

No matter how hard these rattans were exerted, they could not be shaken even a little bit.

Finger transformation.

"Demon Slayer Sword!"

With a 'choking' sound, a stream of light flew out of the sword box and fell in the air like lightning.

Along with the dark green and extremely smelly juice, the dozen and the rattan seemed to have lost their strength and fell down.

A "boom" made the whole earth tremble.

The trees, flowers, and plants that were already lifeless were instantly shattered by the shock.

"Jie...!"

The harsh and angry voice resounded throughout the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the entire area of ​​10,000 acres within Shennong Villa began to tremble.

In an instant, earth and rocks exploded, cracks opened, and there was a major change like a magnitude 12 earthquake.

A shocking giant monster appeared on the ground.

It was hundreds of feet tall, like a skull-like head magnified countless times.

In addition to the jet-black eyes and the huge mouth, the huge head was covered with the kind of vines that Xu Junming had cut off several of them.

There are hundreds, even thousands, of rattans, or tentacles, of various sizes and thicknesses.

They are so densely packed that they look like flying snakes, making people's scalp numb and their hearts tense.

This is the first time Xu Junming has seen such an ugly monster.

In particular, the aura on its body is no less than that of the second or third level Yuanshen.

But there is a sense of madness and bloodthirsty in his consciousness, which is extremely scattered and does not look like a normal demon cultivator.

"It... hurts so much. I... I want... to eat, so... delicious food!"

Confused spiritual consciousness, fragmented spiritual thoughts, and information revealed intermittently.

"Jie...!"

Accompanied by an earth-shattering roar, the monster opened its huge mouth, and the extremely dense black corpse energy condensed into a black skull that was thousands of feet tall.

The moment the skull took shape, it hit Xu Junming like a mountain.

"What a strong corpse energy!"

Surprised in his heart, he pressed the Eight-foot Mirror, and an extremely thick space barrier blocked his body.

"Boom!"

There was a shocking loud noise, and bursts of invisible but qualitative ripples appeared in the air.

The black skull turned into corpse aura and shattered into pieces.

But immediately after, thousands of tentacles came over overwhelmingly.

Cracks appeared in the air, and Xu Junming was a little surprised when he saw them.

Although his eight-foot mirror has not returned to its peak, it is still a spiritual treasure of the fifth-level spiritual ban.

The 'space barrier' activated by it as the foundation can block the Taoist methods of fifth-level Yuan Shen monks and even sixth-level Yuan Shen monks.

But now it was actually broken by this unknown giant monster.

"Jie...!"

There were shouts of excitement in the madness.

"Eat, I want to eat!"

The huge mouth opened, and another giant black skull condensed and took shape in the extremely thick corpse aura.

Xu Junming frowned.

Time was running out, and although he didn't know the name of this big monster, he didn't want to delay here anymore.

He picked up the sword with his right hand.

"Slay the demon, kill the demon!"

‘Choke’, there were two sword sounds, and green and red sword lights shot up into the sky.

The tyrannical sword energy turned into a thousand-foot giant sword. As Xu Junming's sword pointed at his subordinates, it seemed as if the Milky Way was falling, and it fell down like lightning.

"Jie...!"

There was panic in his voice.

The black skull flew straight towards the sword light, and thousands of tentacles were entangled with each other to form a huge umbrella, protecting the head in the middle.