Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

"I didn't expect that you, Junior Brother, have such a high level of mastery of magical instruments. Just based on the records in the Immortal Instruments Catalog, you can use the magic formula to drive the Yin-Yang Mirror, which is an alien artifact. Junior Brother's ability to control instruments is probably on par with Sixth Senior Brother!"

Xiang Wanqing sighed.

Li Muchen smiled and said, "To control the weapon, you just need to understand its essence. The way of understanding and using is the foundation of practicing and realizing the Tao. Sixth Senior Brother is good at refining weapons, but that is a learning based on experience. No matter how high your realm is, you can't do it without enough time to immerse yourself. In this aspect, I am far worse than Sixth Senior Brother. Moreover, my realm of understanding and using is still limited, otherwise I wouldn't have put you in danger just now. A person who truly achieves the Tao does not need any magic formula at all. With any weapon in hand, he can construct his body and use it."

Xiang Wanqing seemed to be thinking about something, then suddenly sighed and said, "Master said that you are the best in the past five hundred years. You really can't refuse to accept it."

Li Muchen pondered and said, "Then who was it five hundred years ago?"

"Of course it's Master!" Xiang Wanqing said, "Didn't I tell you that Master entered Taoism at the age of three, received his first heavenly thunder at the age of five, and entered the Ten Thousand Immortals Sword Formation at the age of seven. I'm afraid there are only a few such geniuses, even in the ancient times!"

Li Muchen shook his head: "Master is naturally powerful, but Master is not a boastful person. If he was talking about himself, it would be like putting himself on the number one throne, which is definitely not his character."

"That makes sense." Xiang Wanqing nodded, "That must be Second Senior Brother!"

Suddenly, he felt something was wrong and denied himself, "No, no, if it was Second Senior Brother, then it would not have been five hundred years. Master is not such a careless person."

"Five hundred years ago, were there any earth-shaking figures?" Li Muchen asked.

"That's not sure. The ancestors of all generations must have been extraordinary figures, and the sword immortals in the Ten Thousand Immortals Sword Formation are also extraordinary figures. But if the time limit is 500 years..."

Xiang Wanqing shook her head. "I really can't remember. I don't think I've ever heard of such a person. Maybe I'm a latecomer and don't know much about him. When we catch up with our second senior brother, we can ask him. He must know."

"This is the only way." Li Muchen had some vague guesses in his mind, but nothing could be confirmed, so he could only wait.

Xiang Wanqing looked at the triangular pyramid in Li Muchen's hand again and asked in confusion: "The Three Lives Stone is recorded as a stone, why does it grow like this? Is there another Three Lives Stone on the Yellow Spring Road?"

"It is very likely that it has been here for too long and has lost its original appearance. I guess that this thing was here when hell was created, and was used to separate chaos and determine yin and yang. Later, it was covered in dust for a long time and turned into stone. Because it can make people enter a hallucination and awaken the memories in their blood, it is called the Three Lives Stone."

"So it was just a memory in the blood..." Xiang Wanqing murmured, "Then how did it suddenly change back to its current state?"

"It must be someone who came here before us, entered the illusion and then broke it, causing it to reveal its true face." Li Muchen said.

"You mean Second Brother?"

"Maybe, maybe not..."

"Of course it is. Who else could it be other than Second Brother?"

Xiang Wanqing was very sure, but Li Muchen did not comment.

"Let's go." Li Muchen put away the Yin-Yang Mirror in his hand.

The two walked towards the twisted city of hell.

The further you go, the taller the twisted buildings appear, and the more exaggerated their distortion becomes.

The corpses of some evil spirits were piled up on the roadside.

These evil ghosts look taller than the evil ghosts on the other side of the ghost gate.

They lay in a twisted state, some with their heads rolling off, some broken in half, and some split diagonally in half.

It was obvious that this was the work of Second Senior Brother. Just like in front of the Ghost Gate, he didn't even draw his sword. He just walked casually and the sword intent killed the evil ghosts here.

The closer you get to the city gate, the more ghost corpses there are.

When we reached the city gate, we saw a pile of things.

After passing the city gate, the situation inside was even more exaggerated. The ground was littered with corpses of all sizes, and those distorted buildings that had just appeared from a distance were actually not buildings at all, but the corpses of trolls. Because they were so huge and crisscrossed, they looked like buildings in the dim light.

The entire city is a purgatory made up of piled-up ghost corpses, filled with a strong evil aura and a disgusting smell of corruption.

At this point, the second brother obviously drew his sword.

The remaining sword energy of the second senior brother also began to become apparent.

A deep ravine stretched across the earth, and on both sides of it, everything was reduced to ashes, like a very wide street that divided the entire city in two halves.

Walking along this "street" and passing through the shocking "city", a fork in the road appeared in front of us, one to the left and the other to the right, extending into the distance and disappearing into the darkness.

"One of these two roads should be the road leading to the City of the Dead, right?"

They remembered what Higanbana said, that the City of the Unjustly Dead was where the souls of those who had died unjustly throughout the ages gathered, and once you entered, no matter how high your cultivation level was, you could not get out.

"Which path should we take?" Xiang Wanqing asked.

"Each one is the same." Li Muchen said, "I guess both roads lead to the City of the Dead."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because there is no road to hell, the place we just came from was either chopped out by Second Brother's sword or created by space transformation. How can there be a ready-made road? Where there is a road, it must not lead to hell. That's why Bana asked to help us lead the way, because if no one told us, no matter what choice we made, it would be wrong."

"Should we turn back then?"

"There's no turning back. Since Second Brother has chosen this path, let's go and take a look."

……

The sea was calm and it looked like nothing would happen.

But the people standing on the shore were very nervous because the sound of the horn kept coming.

This is a special magical instrument that can transmit sound over long distances. When modern communications are interfered with, this primitive horn sound becomes useful.

Soon, dots of ships appeared on the horizon, and a large fleet was returning home.

This fleet was led by Ning Fengquan, the lord of the three islands, who lured the dragon to swim towards the deep ocean.

They prepared enough baits and were prepared to lose dozens of deep-sea submarines and hundreds of ships.

At the beginning, the effect was very good. The things on the seabed were indeed lured by the fleet and began to move eastward.

But after sailing more than a thousand miles out to sea, they suddenly encountered a storm, and those things on the seabed suddenly turned around and returned, as if they had received some instructions.

Ning Fengquan commanded the fleet to return in the storm and lost contact with Kowloon Island for a while.

Lu Jingshan was extremely anxious, but he did not dare to leave the island without permission because of his important mission. He could only send people out to search. Fortunately, he soon got in touch with Ning Fengquan's fleet.

According to Ning Fengquan, the fleet suffered heavy losses and was fortunately able to escape danger with the help of an old friend.

Lu Jingshan thought he was a business friend, or an old friend of the Li family. After all, Kowloon Island had been open for so many years and he had made many friends in the underworld, so he did not ask too many questions and just waited for Ning Fengquan to return safely.

The shadows of the ships grew larger and larger, but at this time, a gray line appeared behind the fleet, as if the skyline was moving closer.

"Oh no! It's the tide line!" Lu Jingshan shouted, "The tide is rising at this time, there must be a monster! Old Thirteen, Old Ten, guard the magic circle on the sea, I'll go take a look!"

After saying this, the man flew up and turned into a stream of light and went away to the east.