I have an eternal eye

"I heard about the basilisk and went to investigate... I found out that it was a misunderstanding and they had the same temperament..."

Zhang Biao was once the head catcher, and he kept his face straight. He easily made up a story, with nine truths and one lie, to cover up the important information about the treasure.

"I see…"

Time was running out, and Lingchong didn't have too many doubts.

But although his face was calm, he secretly thought in his heart: This Tai Sui is an old Jianghu. Although he is somewhat chivalrous, his mind is gloomy. Aunt Yan is docile and kind-hearted by nature, and is highly regarded by her family, so she would like to remind her not to associate with this person.

Thinking of this, he raised his hands solemnly and said, "Senior Sister, I want to perform the four elephants to seal the altar, and I ask you to sit in the center and be the abbot."

Hearing this, Yan Shangu swam to the center of the formation altar with her huge body, coiled herself into a snake formation, and looked towards the tomb mountain while spitting out snake letters.

Zhang Biao also breathed a sigh of relief and watched from a distance.

Regardless of the Xiangliang or Weisui lineage, there are also methods of opening altars, but they are all used by a single person to enhance the power of magic.

The altar in Xuandu Temple is the art of communicating with the divine court.

In the Wei Sui inheritance, this type of method has been mentioned, and it is called the authentic Xuanmen. The spirit of the ancestor is used to form the divine court, which is least affected by the power of incense and is the most powerful.

To put it simply, the dead ancestors established a place similar to Liu Shen's domain in the spiritual world and turned it into the secular god's palace.

After all, it is only the inheritance during the Qi refining period.

Zhang Biao didn't know higher-level techniques, let alone whether there were immortals in this world and whether he could achieve immortality.

But for now, turning into a secular god after death and still retaining consciousness may be the best option to continue practicing.

If a sacrificial altar can be set up, there must be a divine court on Guanshan Mountain in Xuandu!

This brings up more questions.

According to what Tu Lingzi said in "Youxian Ji", the inner sects who mastered higher-level sects had left long before the end of the law, and all the existing sects were disciples of the outer sects.

With their cultivation, it is impossible for them to survive this thousand years.

The Divine Court must have been established during the Age of Ending Dharma, before the passage to the spiritual world was closed, so that the disciples of Xuandu Temple could use the altar in a short period of time after the spiritual energy was revived.

Could it be that the inner gate of Xuandu Temple has returned?

This is somewhat unreasonable.

Traveling across the world is extremely dangerous, and the golden elixir demon cultivator of the Killing Sect almost didn't make it through. If Xuandu Guan had this ability, why would he stay away from the capital and let the Killing Sect run amok?

All kinds of questions came to mind.

After Yanshangu was seen sitting in the altar, Lingchong and his three junior brothers were arranged in the four directions of the altar in the direction of the four elephants.

The Qinglong position where Lingchong is located is facing the tomb mountain.

The four of them all took out a yellow talisman and pressed the magic formula. The yellow talisman ignited spontaneously, and the thick tribute incense in the incense burner in front of them also emitted green smoke.

It can be seen that Ling Chong is the main leader of the altar, and the others are auxiliary. There is sweat on his forehead and he keeps chanting mantras in his mouth.

The incantation was in an unknown language, vague.

Zhang Biao listened attentively, and could vaguely hear the words "霂, 搜, 靏, 靀, 鈜,雸..."

The sound was dull, with a hint of thunder.

Zhang Biao narrowed his eyes slightly, thoughtfully.

All the methods in this world are learned from the great road of heaven and earth. For example, the ghost curse he used to perform tricks is to imitate the sound of a hanged person before his death.

To follow a line of divine spells and spells is to imitate the sound of the wind.

Judging from the Xuandu Contemplation Mantra, it should be imitating the sound of thunder.

No wonder it can be called the authentic sect of Xuanmen. Thunder is the change of yin and yang in the heaven and earth. When it is strong and yang, it must be very powerful.

Finally, the altar changed.

Suddenly, there was a loud roar of wind, and fallen leaves swept up from all over the place, surrounding the altar, forming a strange whirlwind.

Yanshangu suddenly trembled all over and suddenly raised her head to look at the sky. Her big, clear and transparent eyes actually emitted golden light, and her eyes became cold and ruthless, as if a god had descended upon her.

"coming!"

Zhang Biao secretly thought in his heart, Nuo's face beam moved, and the surrounding scene suddenly changed drastically, switching to the perspective of the spiritual world.

This is not a sneak peek.

Lingchong seemed to know some of Nuo's capabilities and asked him to enter the spiritual world to monitor the movements of mandrills when the altar was being held.

In the spiritual world, there was still the circular pit in front of them, filled with black snakes and banyan trees, their teeth and claws dancing, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

And the altar also showed a vision.

The living souls of Lingchong and others have not entered, but Yanshangu has appeared in the spirit world, transformed into a giant snake, with golden light shining all over, a bit like the appearance of the wolf-headed god of the Fire Sect at that time.

Around it, densely packed yellow talismans were flying, vaguely forming the shapes of green dragons, white tigers, and red bird basalts, circling around Yanshangu's soul.

Zhang Biao suddenly realized something in his heart.

This so-called altar is somewhat similar to the Altar of the Gods of the Fire Sect, but it is more advanced. It can draw the power of the divine court according to the cultivation level of the person who presides over the formation.

Yanshangu is the core of the formation, a fourth-grade secular god, and naturally very powerful.

boom!

Suddenly, Yanshangu opened her big mouth, and a golden light composed of incense and fire shot straight into the sky.

Above the sky, the thick fog slowly swirled and turned into a vortex, and then a large golden light shone.

Vaguely, a huge palace can be seen.

It is indeed the Divine Court!

Zhang Biao sighed in his heart and did not use his spiritual eyes to investigate.

The pressure this thing put on him was like the pressure of a mountain. Just looking straight at it, he felt a roar in his ears and a tightness in his chest.

If you investigate rashly, you will probably get backlash.

Judging from the appearance, this divine court is originally a high-grade magic weapon, and I don't know how many secular gods are hidden in it.

According to what Tu Lingzi said, now that all sects have been deleted, all are outer sects. The inner sect of Xuandu Temple should have a more powerful divine court. Did they leave this world with the help of the divine court?

Although curious in his heart, Zhang Biao no longer looked up, but looked ahead, at the abyss.

According to Lingchong's speculation, this was arranged by Tu Lingzi.

Xuanyang Sect's method is mainly based on flying swords and bamboo armors, focusing on single combat. The thing in front of you is so ghostly that it probably does not come from Xuanyang Sect.

Could it be...that Piaomiao Pavilion?

"Meow!"

Just when Zhang Biao was curious, Yueying's call suddenly sounded in his ears, and he quickly exited the spirit world.

He entered the spiritual world to monitor, so naturally he did not dare to relax his vigilance on the physical body. Now every time he enters the spiritual world, Yueying must be left to watch over him.

Yueying warned that something must be wrong in this world.

Zhang Biao suddenly opened his eyes and saw faint poisonous smoke rising from the tomb mountain again, like streams, spreading downward.

The fallen leaves were flying in the strong wind around the altar. It was protected by divine power, and the poisonous smoke could not get close, but it affected him.

Zhang Biao swallowed a spirit-awakening pill, held his breath to avoid being hit by the mandrill's ecstasy smoke, and then frowned and looked ahead.

On top of the tomb mountain, the earth and rocks in the thieves' caves were falling, and it was obvious that something was coming out.

Seeing that Zhang Biao was awake, Lingchong breathed a sigh of relief. The seal in his hand kept shaking and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He quickly said: "Fellow Taoist Tai Sui, this mandrill has actually used the formation to control the earth's energy. It will take time to seal it again. Please do it for me." I’m waiting for the protective formation!”

"I saw it."

Zhang Biao nodded solemnly and strode to the altar.

Wow…

The earth and rocks exploded, and the thing in the thief's cave finally appeared.

It was a figure, dressed in ragged clothes, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a tourist or hunter, male, female, old or young.

But now, they are no longer human, their whole bodies are dry, only skin and bones are left, they look like skeletons, and there is a faint green smoke all over their bodies.

"It's a plague corpse, don't get close!"

Ling Chong, who was presiding over the altar, quickly reminded him.

Zhang Biao nodded, took out a few fist-sized wooden balls from his waist, clasped them in his hands, and stared straight ahead.

Plague Corpse (Yellow Level 1)

1. Zombies that are infected by the plague and breed by absorbing the corpse energy of the earth are merchants from Huaizhou during their lifetime.

2. The body is tough, and the body is full of plague poison. After it is broken, the plague poison spreads, leaving only a little bit of fierce spirit. Its weakness is the underworld fire.

3. Under the control of mandrill Fu Yunrong...

"Roar!"

These plague corpses crawled on all fours like animals, swarming out of the thieves' cave and crawling toward them.

It's now!

Zhang Biao threw a wooden ball without saying anything.

boom!

The wooden ball flew out, suddenly exploded in the air, gray-white powder scattered in all directions, and then under Zhang Biao's spell, blue hellfire ignited.

He has not been busy these past few days in vain.

The wooden ball magic weapon of Yanjia Sect Zhou Ke has been cracked by him.

It's all filled with Nether Fire Powder. The Nether Fire Skeleton has been burned by the Phoenix Fire, so this thing can be used to replace it. It's not as powerful, but each has its own merits.

If you catch a ghost and imprison it, you can also drive the wooden ball to fly, which will be even more powerful.

The underworld fire exploded and turned into a wall of fire.

Most of the plague corpses were contaminated with Hellfire, and the remaining vigor dissipated immediately, falling to the ground and motionless, while the green plague poison in their bodies continued to burn.

Zhang Biao saw it and understood.

Mandrills control corpses with plague poison, which naturally contaminates their spiritual thoughts and can be used as fuel for ghost fire.

A few more plague zombies escaped and rushed towards them.

Zhang Biao took his time and took out a handful of Hell Fire Powder, pinched the magic formula and blew it gently, and the Hell Fire surged out, turning the remaining ones into ashes.

Seeing this, Ling Chong inside the altar breathed a sigh of relief.

He secretly praised in his heart that this Tai Sui was indeed very skilled. Fortunately, he was cautious and asked him to protect the formation, otherwise someone would have been killed or injured today.

What he didn't know was that Zhang Biao's series of actions did not consume much energy at all, and he was always conserving his strength.

That mandrill is the big trouble.

At this moment, Lingchong was finally ready. Four yellow talismans suddenly appeared in his hand, and he said loudly: "The ninth level of Xuandu, the incense spreads to all realms. Disciple Lingchong, respectfully invites the ancestor to take action, Qinglong, Suzaku, Xuanwu, Baihu, Edict!"

call!

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up.

Zhang Biao could feel that a huge force surged out from the spiritual world and poured into the altar. Four golden lights visible to the naked eye flew out, came to the top of the tomb mountain, circled, and suddenly fell and merged in the direction of the four elephants. Tomb Hill.

The poisonous smoke that filled the mountain dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The tomb mountain also became calm.

Zhang Biao frowned, "Is this good?"

"Hiss!"

At this moment, Yanshangu suddenly screamed, trembling all over, and rolling on the ground.

Her body was too huge, and the snake array spread out. With a flick of the huge snake tail, not only was the altar destroyed, but Ling Chong and others were also hit, and they fell to the ground spitting blood.

Lingchong said in shock: "No, that mandrill's soul has been broken. That thing is crazy. It's not afraid of the soul dissipating!"

Zhang Biao's face darkened, and he first jumped away to avoid being physically injured by Yan Shangu, and then asked Yueying to protect the law and use Nuo Noodles to enter the spiritual world.

In the spiritual world, due to the destruction of the altar, the divine court in the sky has disappeared, and Yanshangu's soul is struggling in pain.

A large hole had opened in the top of the decaying attic that was covered with vines in the place where the abyss was originally closed.

A trench visible to the naked eye appeared in the snake banyan forest, and the black poisonous mist spread everywhere, but was blocked by an invisible force.

Above Yanshangu's soul, there was a black-haired woman in palace robes, her whole body wrapped in black mist, her eyes glowing green, her face ferocious, and she was clutching Yanshangu's head.

"court death!"

Zhang Biao's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and Mo Wen's knife roared out wrapped in phoenix fire...