Mozun's apprentice is wrong

Lin Yuyang bit his lower lip slightly, "It's nothing."

Bai Jingxuan was so perceptive, he narrowed his eyes slightly to look at his disciples, and said in an orderly tone: "Tell the truth."

Lin Yuyang's heart skipped a beat. He could have made up a cover to fool him, but facing his master, he didn't want to lie.

But it was impossible for him to tell the truth, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Disciple...you can't say it."

Recalling Fang Yuning's words, Bai Jingxuan became more and more confused, "What is your unspeakable secret, to the point where you want to kill someone?"

I saw Lin Yuyang looked up at him in disbelief, and for a moment he uttered a sentence with difficulty: "Could it be that this disciple is such a person in the eyes of Master?"

Bai Jingxuan was a little dumbfounded by this questioning. Although he also thought that Fang Yuning might not have died at the hands of Lin Yuyang, he felt inexplicably unhappy when he thought that Fang Yuning did not follow his teacher's order.

This is the second time since returning to Zongmen.

So he said angrily: "You don't listen to the teacher's words?"

Lin Yuyang's heart sank, he knelt on the ground without hesitation, but straightened his back, and calmly said: "The disciple violated the master's order, please punish me."

Well, Bai Jingxuan thought in his heart that he is indeed too gentle on weekdays.

"You think I won't punish you?"

In retrospect, although he had never punished his apprentice, the original owner was familiar with all kinds of punishments.

Lin Yuyang sneered silently with downcast eyes, "Of course it will, but it's up to Master to deal with it."

This made Bai Jingxuan a little embarrassed, he sighed in his heart, he couldn't think of any way to torture people, but when he was about to give up, he realized that this was the second time Lin Yuyang had activated that power in a waking state up.

It won't work if it goes on like this, we have to find a way to stop it.

He quietly probed the opponent's meridians with a ray of spiritual power, and after a while he was puzzled.

When he was treating Lin Yuyang's spiritual veins before, he deliberately tested them with divine power. If the dark aura was evil, it should be expelled by his divine power, or at least it should be tit for tat and resist each other in the spiritual veins.

He was worried that Lin Yuyang would not be able to bear this kind of confrontation, but the other party didn't respond at all, and the spirit veins were also calm.

His expression moved slightly. Could it be that his previous guess was wrong, and that power was not evil?

how?

That being the case, why did the other party fall into the devil repeatedly?

Bai Jingxuan pondered for a moment, decided not to let his apprentice go, and said coldly: "In that case, I will punish you to be confined in the Siguo Pavilion, and you will not be allowed to take half a step without the permission of your teacher."

Lin Yuyang chuckled coldly, "Master is merciful, this disciple takes orders."

In the past, how could he be grounded?Master is so cold-faced and soft-hearted, how should he face the celestial sects who are watching and hiding in secret in the future?

The all-time suzerain of Mingtian Sect possessed a cruel heart because of occupying the most precious treasure of the immortal sect, so that he could shock the Three Realms.

His master, he is too soft-hearted. Could it be that the cruelty shown by the other party in the past is an illusion?

Ever since Master let Wen Cheng and Pei Jinghuan go last time, he had an ominous premonition.

Now that he can't even punish his apprentice, he may cause endless troubles in the future.

After he got up, he hesitated to speak, and finally turned around silently. When he was about to leave, he heard Bai Jingxuan say: "Slow down."

He looked back in doubt, saw that the other party seemed to hesitate, and asked: "That aura just now... no, how did you feel at that time?"

"Master...why do you ask this?"

Bai Jingxuan lowered his face slightly, "What? Are you determined not to answer any questions from the teacher?"

Lin Yuyang was slightly stunned, and sighed: "Of course not." After he finished speaking, he thought for a while, "I just felt full of anger, as if a ball of fire was burning from the Zifu, and it swam through the whole body in an instant."

"Zi Mansion?"

Bai Jingxuan was a little surprised, it was a place of ecstasy, if the meridians of Moxiu were retrograde, the power should not be hidden in the Purple Mansion.Thinking about it this way, maybe this is not a magic path.

If this is the case, it is hard to say what effect it will play once the Purple Mansion is filled and formed into a golden core, and it may also encourage awakening at that time.

Thinking of this, he raised his finger between the other's eyebrows without hesitation.

Lin Yuyang immediately felt a surge of energy rushing straight into his skull, and immediately felt a sense of dizziness. He couldn't help but hold his forehead and asked in doubt: "Master... what is that?"

Bai Jingxuan opened his mouth but didn't answer, feeling guilty for no reason.

It was a prohibition, in order to limit Lin Yuyang's cultivation, from then on, the other party could no longer form alchemy.

He couldn't take the risk of letting it go any longer, and said sorry in his heart.

Lin Yuyang only felt that his vision was gradually blurred, and he shook his head to try to wake up, but he was completely invincible. The man in white shirt in front of him looked at him quietly, and gradually became a shadow.

He shook his body, leaned forward, and fell into Bai Jingxuan's arms.

Fang Yuning died strangely, and Lin Yuyang couldn't retreat after that day.

The most important thing is that Bai Jingxuan opened the gate of heaven with his own strength, and returned safely from the heaven within seven days, and no one knew the reason.

There were rumors in the sect for a while, some people said that Lin Yuyang was poisoned by the Huichun Hall in revenge, resulting in the loss of his cultivation, and the suzerain was looking for an antidote for his disciples to go to heaven.

Some people sneered at this, insisting that the suzerain was trying to give other sects who were eyeing the tiger a blow.

And the effect is very solid. Since that day, such a rumor has been circulating in the whole cultivation world——

In fact, Bai Jingxuan had already ascended when he crossed the catastrophe last time, but he insisted on staying in the human world, so he was seriously injured and damaged his spiritual veins because of going against the sky.

Although this rumor is unbelievable, many people still believe it.

What's more, a god was set up for Beiming Tianzun, claiming that he is a living god.

"Ridiculous!" Wen Ziyu gritted his teeth angrily, and smashed the communication jade slip into pieces.

"That's impossible!" He said, pointing at the disciple of Feiyu Hall who was prostrate on the ground, "This kind of rumor is also passed on as news? What are you doing!"

"But..." the messenger stuttered, "The gate of heaven will be open for seven days, it is... it is absolutely true."

This is the truth, after all such a grand occasion, everyone in the immortal sect knows about it.

Even in those few days, all the immortal sects sent secret sentries to Mingtianzong to find out, but they dared not act rashly due to the deterrence of Mingtianzong's enchantment and Fakong Seal, otherwise they would all wish to squeeze in front of Tongtian Avenue .

Wen Ziyu suppressed his anger, his eyes moved slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Are you sure that Bai Jingxuan came back unharmed?"

The disciple nodded fiercely, "It's absolutely true."

At this time, there was a coughing sound from inside the curtain, Wen Ziyu hurriedly stepped forward to help the person in the tent, and said in a low voice, "Father, what do you want to say?"

The figure made a hoarse voice and whispered a few words in his ear. Wen Ziyu squeezed his fist and said dissatisfiedly: "Now Bai Jingxuan is in the Phaseless Realm, not to mention another immortal, even ten of them might not be able to match him!"

As soon as the words fell, there was another violent cough from the people inside.

He hurriedly comforted his back, "Father, the child is wrong, you continue to talk."

As the hoarse voice came intermittently, he said with a sigh of relief: "Okay, try it, baby."

Fang Yuning's death was exactly the same as that of the disciple who had been drained of vitality before.

The post-mortem report from the Discipline Hall was completed, and Bai Jingxuan clicked his tongue when he saw the result.

Could it be that Lin Yuyang really killed the person?Why were the other disciples fine at that time?How did Fang Yuning acquire Dream Eater Gu?

He had too many questions, he had to kill Huang Quan to ask what happened.

An inexplicable premonition told him that none of this was a coincidence, as if there was a black hand behind the scenes controlling everything.

The Fakong seal enveloped the top of Tianqiong Peak again. Everyone thought that the suzerain was going to open the gate of heaven again, but they saw a thunderbolt in the clear sky resounding inside the barrier.

Boom--!

Like a shocking thunderbolt rising from the bottom, a crack was cleaved in the midair of the peak by the sword light that smashed the sky and destroyed the earth.

The cracks gradually widened, revealing a huge black hole that was pitch black and bottomless.

With a hiss, Bai Jingxuan put the sword back into its sheath, and the residual sword energy still lingered all over his body, which was frightening.

He recited the incantation, and the complex incantation culture formed countless shaped words and poured into the crack like a stream of water. He shouted: "The Netherworld, the gate of the underworld, listen to my command, open!"

The black hole seemed to fade away as a liquid, and giant sculptures emerged in the faded black liquid, gradually turning into a giant door piercing through the sky, with relief skeletons densely covered the door leaf, each skull grinning and wriggling, inside the empty eye sockets But it seemed to reveal a terrifying evil gaze.

There was a rattling sound from the door leaf, a crack was exposed first, and then it slammed open with a bang.

Suddenly gusts of dark wind gushed out of it, turned into a gust of wind and rolled up Bai Jingxuan's robe.

The Yin wind is extremely lethal to strangers, but he remained motionless, watching the several shadows galloping towards the door with cold eyes, and accompanied by the strange screams of wild animals, the carriage came to an abrupt stop in front of him.

After the carriage stopped, many ghost soldiers rushed over and stood on both sides.

A sharp voice came from the carriage: "Sovereign Bai!" Then the short and fat body barely squeezed out of the narrow door, and said with a smile on his face, "What is it to mobilize the crowd?"

But his smiling face froze instantly when he saw Bai Jingxuan's face.

The golden leaves between Bai Jingxuan's eyebrows suddenly unfolded, forming a shining golden lotus, announcing his true identity.

Before the ghost king with a stiff expression could say a word, he said coldly, "I want to find someone."

The ghost king knelt down on the ground with a plop, stammering: "Of course! I wonder who you are looking for?" He waved vigorously at his subordinates: "Bring the Huangquan book!"

"No need." Bai Jingxuan waved his palm towards the door, grabbed it out of nowhere, and shouted: "Come out!"

All the ghosts looked into the door in fear, only to hear the whistling wind, a black shadow galloped past with a whoosh as if being dragged by something, and stopped in front of Bai Jingxuan. The shadow struggled like a throat Being strangled by something, he let out a voice with pain on his face: "Let... let me go."

As soon as Bai Jingxuan let go of his palm, the ghost suddenly fell to the ground, panting weakly.

When the ghost king saw the black iron shackles on Ghosting's feet, his face turned pale, "This is... the Soul Locking Curse..."

Even if you die, you will not be free, and the soul-locked person will be driven by the caster at any time, and may even be torn apart by the air, and end up in a disastrous end.

This technique is against the heavens, almost ignoring the existence of the Netherworld. Even the ghost king cannot untie the shackles. There are only a handful of people in the world who can perform this technique.

"Who put the soul-locking curse on you, and how did you break through the Dharma Kong seal of this deity?"

I am afraid that no one in this world can break the seal of the law of the phaseless realm. How did Fang Yuning do it and create the illusion quietly?

Fang Yuning's ghost trembled, "I...can't say..."

In the state of being locked in the soul, he must not be able to ask the truth. Just as he was trying to break the curse, the shackles began to shrink sharply, the ghost let out a scream, and the body began to flicker, as if being torn by an invisible force.

Once the Soul Locking Curse is activated, the soul will fly away in just a moment.It seems that the people behind the scenes are already alert.

He didn't have time to hesitate, and immediately formed a seal quickly, overlapping his palms and pointing towards the sky, with the aura at the fingertips as the center, the light spread out in a ring shape and then fell, outlining a sphere, enveloping him and the ghost.

The place where the light passes forms a transparent wall, and everything behind the wall stagnates the moment the light passes by.

Through the barrier, Fang Yuning watched in disbelief that the hideous face of the ghost king was frozen in a shocked expression.

More importantly, the shackles under his feet no longer contracted, and the force that tore him seemed to have disappeared.

He asked in horror, "What is this?"

"Time-sharing technique."

The time in the enchantment is infinitely magnified and extended, as if time and space are stopped. "Your Soul Locking Curse has not stopped, but we are caught in a moment."

Fang Yuning's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief, "This...how is it possible."

"Give the deity the answer, and you can go out, otherwise you will be trapped in this moment forever, and you will never be able to leave the enchantment."

After hearing this sentence, he sighed disapprovingly, "Anyway, if you go out, you will be out of your wits."

But Bai Jingxuan's next sentence made his eyes freeze.

"Soul-locking curse, I can solve it."

Siguo Pavilion is located on the mountainside behind the Qingxuan Hall. It is an isolated pavilion hanging on the cliff. According to legend, the ancestor of Mingtianzong retreated in the crevice of the cliff for dozens of years, and once he left the customs, he was powerful in the cultivation world.

In the pavilion, Lin Yuyang maintained a kneeling posture, and on the high platform gleaming with candlelight in front of him, enshrined the spirit tablets of the past lords of the Mingtian Sect.

Behind the spiritual seat, there is a portrait hanging. The person in the painting flies high into the sky, and among the clouds, a heavenly gate looms, casting a golden light from it.

A vague figure protruded from the gate of heaven. It was vague and vague, and the appearance could not be seen clearly. Only the flowing long hair was flying in the wind, and there was a huge mandala under its feet, emitting multicolored precious light.

Even though the painting is old and blurred, Lin Yuyang still feels a strong sense of awe, and the aura emanating from the painting is like a god descending.

If he guessed correctly, this is the legendary ancestor's ascension map.

The one flying high into the sky is the Patriarch, and the figure in the Tianmen, could it be a certain God?

It's a pity that this painting has no annotations other than the signature, so the identity of the god is unknown.

Siguo Pavilion is a small room, and there are no other things in it except the altars of the ancestors. For a few days, Lin Yuyang often observed the scene boredly after practicing.

He was attracted by the blurry figure inside the Tianmen, and he couldn't help but want to see more clearly, but he always saw flowers in the fog.

At this time, the gray-feathered chickadee uttered a few chirps and landed on the narrow window.Seeing this, he smiled lightly and said, "Hui Ling, why are you here?"

As soon as he raised his palm, the chickadee flew towards him with flapping wings and landed in his palm.

"How is Master?"

With a smile on his lips, he stretched out his fingers and rubbed the tit's little head. The latter enjoyed his touch very much, squinting his eyes and making a chirping sound.

The bird landed on the altar for a while, and flew up into the air for a while, dancing in the air. The dim candle flame was dimmed and brightened by the breeze from the wings.

He chuckled and got up to drive away the tits, "Don't make trouble."

But the bird was not obedient, but jumped forward and landed on the scroll where the picture scroll fell behind the Lingtai.

He frowned and said: "Your claws are sharp, what if you damage the statue of the patriarch?" He said a few steps and approached the Lingtai to drive away the birds.

At this time, his eyes were falling on the corner of the scroll, and the part that was usually blocked by the spiritual seat was in his eyes.

That was the inscription of the portrait, and the mottled handwriting on it said: The originator of Mingtianzong, Tongmingzun, Tu Yunfeisheng.

He was stunned for a moment when he saw the word Tu Yun, and involuntarily stretched out his hand to hold the corner of the portrait and looked at it for a moment before he was sure that he read it correctly.

No wonder he felt familiar when he heard Tu Yun for the first time, it turned out that this person was the founder of the sect!

It turned out that no one in the sect dared to call him by his name when he was mentioned on weekdays, he only called him Patriarch or Tong Mingzun, and he only saw his real name once when he was looking through Zongshuge's sect records, so he didn't leave too much behind. deep impression.

The bird seemed to sense something, and it climbed over his shoulder and chirped.

He breathed a sigh of relief helplessly, the Soul Suppressing Sword automatically appeared in mid-air, made a buzzing sound like tinnitus, and shook violently.

It was the soul of Cang Li, who had become a sword spirit, who was awakened.

"Sorry, I didn't expect your enemy to be my patriarch."

The long sword emitted a burst of light, shaking people's eyes, and suddenly drove towards the portrait, a low-frequency sharp sound rang out, the distance between the tip of the sword and the person in the painting was less than an inch, and it was about to pierce the scroll.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Lin Yuyang immediately pinched his two fingers and shouted: "Come back!"

The hilt of the sword was pulled by an invisible force, and fell back into his palm with a whoosh.

"I promised to help you avenge. If it proves that the Patriarch has indeed done such an outrageous thing, I will find a way to find him."

While he was speaking, the vibration of the Soul Suppressing Sword in his hand gradually weakened, but it was still trembling faintly.

He sighed and continued: "You're right, maybe I don't dare to deceive my master and destroy my ancestors. But I promise, no matter whether he ascends or dies, I will find him for you in this life, and at that time No matter what you want to do, I will not stop you, are you at ease?"

The soul-suppressing sword finally returned to calm, and he put the sword back into its sheath.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of the chickadee fluttering its wings quickly, hovering in front of the portrait, and before he could stop it, the bird's beak had already lightly pecked at the scroll.

"Gray!" He called out loudly, "No!"

But the bird just stopped for a moment, a flash of inspiration flashed in its dark eyes, and after tilting its head, it picked up the scroll again.

Lin Yuyang drove the bird away angrily, but saw that the gate of heaven in the painting had been pecked open a crack, he clicked his tongue, and scolded the titmouse that landed on the altar: "Are you happy this time?"

He was a little helpless, destroying the patriarch's image must be a serious crime, but at this time he squinted and saw the light shining in the crack.

Curiously, he gently opened the crack, and the light was stronger, and the light shot straight into the pupils.

He was slightly startled, and carefully lifted the end of the scroll. When the scroll was uncovered, revealing the wall behind it, a blue light suddenly lit up, illuminating his surprised face.

The disciples of Feiyu Hall knelt at the bottom of the steps, Wen Ziyu opened the parchment, saw the long list on it, frowned and said: "The old man must have prepared these to deal with Tianzun?"

The disciple nodded firmly and said, "It's just that the materials are precious, and many of them have been lost for many years. It's not easy to find them."

Wen Ziyu sneered: "Is there any treasure that our Huawei Sect can't find?"

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, "Look for it, no matter how much Lingyu it takes or how long it takes, I will find it for me."

The disciple quickly took orders.

At this time, someone from the Mingtian sect who passed the Taoism asked to see him.He gritted his teeth and said, "Do they still dare to come?"

"See! I want to see what else Bai Jingxuan wants to do!"

The person in the curtain behind coughed a few times, and after listening to a few words, he said disapprovingly: "Don't worry, father, his handling of the old man is clean and tidy, and that person surnamed Bai can't find anything." After speaking, he strode out of the door , leaving behind the old voice to let out a sigh.

The person who came was Gu Yuchen, the guard disciple of the Qingxuan Palace. In the Taoist sect, apart from the direct disciples of the suzerain, the status of the guard disciples is not inferior to that of the elders.

His appearance was second only to the presence of Tianzun Beiming in person, so even though 1 elders of Huawei Sect were unwilling, they still had to come to the main hall of Minglu Pavilion respectfully to wait for the order of Tianzun.

Especially when the Great Opening of the Heavenly Gate happened, even though the world of cultivators hadn't elected an alliance leader for a hundred years, all the immortal sects had already enshrined Tianzun as their leader, both openly and secretly.

This is also in line with the usual practice. Once someone becomes a Celestial Venerable, even if he does not have the title of leader, it is no different from actually taking power.

Gu Yuchen in the hall almost ignored everyone, and only said to Wen Ziyu, the senior: "I am ordered by the Heavenly Lord to give two gifts to the Young Sect Master of Huawei Sect."

After speaking, without waiting for Wen Ziyu to answer, he squeezed out a talisman with two fingers and waved it into the air.

After the spiritual light flashed, a circle of light suddenly appeared in the midair, and within the circle projected waves of light like the surface of water.

Someone asked in surprise, "Tuo Ying Talisman?"

Wen Ziyu said coldly: "I don't know what treasure Tianzun wants to give to this sect. Even a kid in the Qi training period can draw a mere Tuoying Talisman."

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd.

Gu Yuchen didn't change his face, and said coldly: "Young Sect Master will know after reading it."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and the waves of light in the circle of light dissipated suddenly, gradually turning into a dark picture, in which ghosts and shadows flickered, and the huge gate of the underworld stood in the picture, and countless skeletons wriggling on it were breathtaking. Creepy.

Everyone present was shocked, "This... is the underworld?"

Immortals in the Qianyuan Realm can summon ghost soldiers from the underworld, and they can naturally open the gates of the underworld. However, this action is in harmony with heaven and earth, so there have been few immortals in the world who have opened the gates of the underworld.

While everyone was surprised, they saw a ghost in the screen again. The ghost hesitated for a moment before speaking, and what he said made Wen Ziyu's face change drastically.

The author has something to say: Hey Master, when did you get enlightened?

The author is sad