Immortality: Beginning With The Great Zhou Divine Dynasty

Chapter 182 Sea of ​​Bitterness De Wei Zhou (please subscribe~)

At night, in the shade of Mica Mountain.

There was a stern military handle at the entrance where he was lured out and stopped.

Among them are Martial Dao, a master of Core Incubation, and two military mage-like figures.

They are obviously both at the Gold Core level, but different from Chen Miaogu and Xuanfu Daoist, their auras are slightly different.

"Middle Grade, or Low Grade Gold Core Grandmaster? But the smell seems a little weirder..."

Tonight, he was about to enter the mausoleum. Lin Xuanzhi followed everyone there and saw a group of masters in front of him.

Gold Core is the gatekeeper, and General Shi and others are always paying attention to this place. It is extremely difficult to break into this place.

But looking at the intentions of the previous people, it is obvious that there may be something wrong with this action.

General Shi Yizheng called the two Gold Core Grandmasters here, pointed at one of them, a young man with a white face and a warm smile, and introduced to Li Fenghe and Chen Miaogu: "This is the leader of the five gates. Disciple, Liu Xiantong.”

Lin Xuanzhi looked vaguely and saw that the Grandmaster Liu Xiantong was covered in incense and clouds, and there seemed to be countless projections of spiritual gods in different postures sitting in the acupoints.

Following Lin Xuanzhi's gaze, many spiritual gods seemed to be sensing something, but Lin Xuanzhi withdrew his gaze at the right time, and they were unable to trace it back.

"This is Cangyue Sanren, the master of Baofeng Temple in Tiecha Mountain. He is a secret agent for my Great Zhou Tianguan Dao. I will go down with a few of them this time."

Li Fenghe nodded slightly and said with a smile: "You two have superb cultivation. Going together this time will ensure that the trip to the mausoleum is foolproof."

Liu Xiantong's demeanor was thick and majestic, and he said with a warm smile: "You're welcome, elder. It is the duty of the people of Great Zhou to serve the country."

Cangyue Sanren, the master of Baofeng Temple, is a middle-aged Daoist with gray hair. Hearing this, he also smiled implicitly and said: "I am prepared to be in a hurry, but I am willing to do my best."

The temporary extra manpower was a Gold Core level Grandmaster. It was obviously a big change in this trip.

Even though he was destined to act separately from a few people, Lin Xuanzhi couldn't help but be more vigilant.

The Eight Wise Kings looked at the deep passage that extended to the foot of Mica Mountain, cupped their hands towards a few people and said, "It's hard to guess what's going on inside the mausoleum. You just have to be careful."

"When it comes to other things, you should give them up. Please be sure to bring out the treasures to enrich my Great Zhou heritage."

Everyone returned the gift, and Elder Li Fenghe solemnly promised: "Your Highness, don't worry, I will bring out the treasure even if I give up my life. No one in the Divine Capital can harm my Great Zhou Sheji."

What Li Fenghe said was categorical, but it made everyone's hearts tremble.

It was as if they might never return.

Immediately, no one stopped, and following the order from Elder Li Fenghe, several people filed in.

The two Great Grandmasters Li Fenghe and Yuan Mo took the lead, Xu Hubo and four others were in the middle, Chen Miaogu and Xuanfu Daoist were on guard on both sides, and Liu Xiantong and Cang Yue Sanren were at the rear.

No matter from any aspect, exploring like this can be regarded as "luxury".

There was nothing to explore outside the mausoleum. As everyone went deeper, Lin Xuanzhi was always paying attention to the surrounding environment and corroborating his previous speculations.

The atmosphere of coldness, deathly silence, and deep sleep continued to grow stronger, and the deep mausoleum became blurred and vast.

Chen Miaogu's voice came to Lin Xuanzhi's ears: "I'm good at killing people, but you have to rely on yourself to search for entrances and the like."

"Li Jinshui Perfected Being has vaguely sensed that there will be twists and turns in this trip on a whim. Please do your best and try to avoid it."

Lin Xuanzhi's thoughts swirled for a moment before he responded: "The twists and turns should be the actions of the seniors. There shouldn't be any big accidents on the junior side."

After all, sending the Immortal Grass is obviously a higher-level plan, so you can’t trick yourself, right?

Qian Xuzi's Perfected Being is a Yang Spirit Perfected Being that has developed the Divine Ability of seeing through walls. Naturally, it is much better than others when it comes to predicting opportunities.

As he continued to delve deeper, Lin Xuanzhi suddenly discovered that he and others had appeared in a gloomy underground palace at some point.

In the looming mist behind them, some palace rooms have long been opened and searched cleanly. In front of them, a light yellow river that is not wide and turbulent flows quietly without any waves.

Xie Miaomiao was naturally attracted by Huangquan River. The moment he looked over, there were sudden waves in the river.

In an instant, countless dead ghosts in the river struggled to stretch out their arms, seeming to want to pull Xie Miaomiao, a living person, into them.

Several people saw Xie Miaomiao approaching the river with stiff steps, her eyes dull as she moved, obviously confused by the deceased.

Xuan Fu Daoist frowned slightly, and gently tapped Xie Miaomiao's eyebrows to wake him up, scolding him: "Keep your heart, don't look."

Then he looked at Deputy Chief Yuan Mo and said: "Although this underworld is not real, it is not something that juniors can easily approach. Let's ferry it over."

Even though it was only at the Gold Core level, Xuanfu Daoist faced Yuan Mo as an equal, and his words were just polite.

With Xie Miaomiao's lessons learned, even Hua Zifang, who is self-sufficient in cultivation, would not stare at the river.

Xu Hubo was not a rash person and had followed Chen Miaogu honestly from the beginning.

Lin Xuanzhi had a clear view of Xie Miaomiao's situation, but he couldn't resist his skill and boldness.

With countless grievances floating in it, and the constant voices of resentment in his ears, Lin Xuanzhi was still able to calmly observe the situation in the Huangquan River.

Although the river water seemed to be dark and full of death, he found that the river water was actually very pure!

"Could it be that someone really took the true water from the Yellow Spring in Hades and turned it into such a small river?"

Not to mention the orthodoxy, it is not difficult for many Independent Cultivators to go to the underworld with Profound Transcendence.

But ensuring safety, reaching Huangquan, and bringing back real water are each more difficult than the other.

In the land of reincarnation, even if Pure Yang's Perfected Being is close to the underworld, it has to take some steps.

The light in his lowered eyes kept flashing. As a lot of information was being sorted out and deduced, Yuan Mo said with a smile: "It should be like this. I don't want to have my cultivation level washed away, and my soul will be clear and blank."

The Xinghuo Shengde Boat was thrown by it and fell safely into the river, and then a Shengde Golden Bridge stretched out in front of everyone.

"Please, everyone!"

After walking onto the bridge, boarding the boat, and taking their seats safely, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Fenghe looked at the flowing river and sighed: "The true water of Huangquan is rare in the world, but it is difficult to collect and store it, otherwise I will have to collect some."

Xuanfu Daoist nodded slightly and agreed: "The third generation of the founder of our sect once entered the netherworld to discuss Tao with the Northern Ghost Emperor and won a jar of true water, but now it is almost exhausted."

Liu Xiantong followed with a smile and said: "As expected of a great Taoist sect. Even though we often hear about this thing, in the final analysis it is an extremely rare thing, and it is even more mysterious than some mysterious things."

"Without the treasure of the five virtues, it is difficult to collect the treasures in full bloom. It's a pity, it's a pity."

As he spoke, he actually took out an object that looked like the skull of some animal and collected it.

Several people couldn't help but be stunned.

Lin Xuanzhi noticed the aura on the skull and knew in his heart that it was the remains of a wild fairy who had accumulated a lot of external skills.

Yuan Mo even shook his head and sighed: "The Immortal Family behind Fellow Daoist has a lot of background!"

While boating on the Yellow Spring, blessed by the Holy Virtue, the river was no longer rippled, but the narrow river seemed to have no end, and it took a long time to reach the other side.

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