Because he was going to Guzhu Kingdom, Qian Chen took You San and Hu Wuliu along the way.
Several people flew away from the mountain path after the deserted gathering, and went deep for dozens of miles. Along the way there were canyons and ravines, and mist filled the canyon, stretching like clouds, unfathomable.
As we walked up the canyon for hundreds of miles, the thick fog gradually became dense, and when we reached the middle of the canyon, it was even more difficult to see our five fingers.
Qian Chen knew that this was caused by the formation, and even this little formation seemed a little shallow to him.
Zen Master Faxin drilled into the thick fog, turned left and right, and climbed a cliff. The front of the cliff seemed to be broken by a sharp axe, which was a bottomless abyss. When he arrived at the edge of the cliff, Faxin penetrated a series of magic tricks into the thick fog.
I saw the clouds and mist rolling above the abyss, like waves of ebbing tide, retreating quickly, revealing a majestic pass guarding the canyon. The majestic pass was iron-colored, like mountains crossing the canyon, and in front of the pass was a bottomless abyss.
The wall with thousands of blades was erected, and there was a condensing spiritual light flashing. Even though every inch of the wall was covered with the spiritual light of the restriction, it was indestructible, but the mottled scars could still be seen.
Many monks guarded the city walls, and several powerful magical instruments were hidden behind the walls.
There is also a highly toxic miasma, condensed into gorgeous clouds and floating in the abyss.
These clouds gather into a bridge, reflecting nine-colored light, one end on the cliff and the other end on the city gate.
Zen Master Faxin stepped onto Yunxia Bridge and turned around to Qian Chen and others and said, "The Guzhu Kingdom is covered by a mountain protection formation. Only by passing through this pass can you enter. This pass is also called Iron Pass, which has devoted all its roots to our Hundred Sects Alliance. It has resisted the attack of the demon clan seven times and protected the last pure land of the human race."
Qian Chenwei used his eyes to illuminate the hidden restrictions of the Iron Pass, nodded secretly, and said, "It is indeed a powerful pass!"
Si Qingcheng looked around and said carelessly: "These poisonous fog and clouds are OK to deal with ordinary monsters. If they are at the level of the five demon kings, they will basically be swallowed in one bite!"
Faxin smiled slightly and did not explain.
In the seven battles against demons, how many times have the five demon kings taken action? If the demon king took action every time, the human race would have been unable to withstand it.
A white light flashed in front of the pass, and a red cloud like a fire rose, and the sound of a golden bell and jade chime came from the clouds.
A young monk stood in the clouds, looked down at the gate, and gave instructions to the two old Taoists in the realm of Dharma beside him. The two old Taoists got off the clouds and stood on the cloud bridge waiting for Faxin and others to come.
These people are obviously all cultivators guarding the gate, but Qian Chen could see clearly that the young cultivators on the gate were only able to master the Dharma and have a more important level of guarding such an important level, and their attitude was too frivolous.
The two of them had to check the talismans of the Dharma letter, and they also had to check the customs documents of Qian Chen and others.
Faxin hurriedly said: "These are fellow workers who came from outside the Pass. Five ghost envoys under the White Bone Demon King came out in full swing, trying to slaughter all the wastelands, and they created ghost creatures on earth. They used ghost soldiers to attack Guzhu. It was all thanks to the help of several fellow workers to resolve this disaster and kill them in one battle..."
The old Taoist priest interrupted him impatiently and said, "Monkey Faxin, don't say so much! We are responsible for our lives and deaths. All of us are here. What about the wilderness and mulberry city, and we are mixed with fish and dragons. I don't know how many demon spies have been involved in."
"Even if you praise me so much that you don't have a pass talisman, you have to ask the guardian to pass the pass before you can enter the pass!"
Another short and fat old man with a rosy complexion also said: "The wasteland is just a place where refugees gather. Even if there are ten thousand wastelands, it is not important."
"Fa Xin, after receiving the letter, you hurried out of seclusion and brought in a few people without identity. It can be seen that after several puppets of the Wild Wolf King were exposed the day before yesterday, the country's central government was strictly investigating spies."
"In this way... I raise my hand and you enter the pass and report to the guardian real people and let them wait on the bridge. If you ask for talismans, I will naturally let people pass. If the guardian real people don't speak, don't make us embarrassed!"
Yan Shu sneered angrily by their neglect tone.
He looked at the cloud head in the sky in a concentrated manner and said coldly: "That fire cloud is transformed by the Dutian Fierce Fire Law forbidden in this level!"
"Dutian Fierce Fire is the most abundant fire. Releasing this fire cloud is enough to consume the 11-year accumulated ban. Just for the sake of pomp, you can act without banning. You are so embarrassed to say what responsibilities are there?"
The young monk in the sky seemed to hear the words below, his face darkened, and he waved his sleeves to put away the fire clouds and fell into Guanzhong.
The two old Taoists changed their expressions, withdrew the fleshy smile on their faces, looked at Yan Shu with a blank expression, and said, "Even if you say it, you can enter this level, we have the final say..."
Qian Chen's vision was wide open. The bureaucratic habit, who was about to perish and the disaster was about to come, was still calm, had a bit of the remnant spirit of the Ming Dynasty.
Moreover, Faxin is also a great monk in the relics realm. He was called back and forth by two monks who were just in the midst of the Dharma. No matter how you look at it, it is strange!
Although there are more than a dozen Jiedan monks in this pass, and there is also a Yin God Venerable with a thirty-foot-foot-green energy on his head, Qian Chen only fought in Huangji and killed more Jiedan Yin Gods than this pass.
This iron gate cannot stop the Peacock King, can it stop him?
Qian Chen is not surprised by the bureaucratic habits. These two people are reluctant to follow their duties, and Qian Chen does not want to care about anything with them.
Yan Shu just sneered: "If Yan hadn't killed those five ghost messengers, cut off the ghost creatures of the White Bone Demon King, and the magical powers of the ghost soldiers who borrowed from the Tao, you ten Iron City Passes would have been overwhelmed by it! Where would you be the turn to tell me about it..."
He took out a human head from the sword sac around his waist and threw it into the arms of the short and fat old Taoist. The head of a beautiful woman, which was still covered in the black ice, was still frightened by the divine light of the Taiyin.
The remaining ghostly aura on the broken head made the old Taoist's hands and feet weak, and he could hardly hold the head.
This is the head of the pipa ghost...
Yan Shu waved his hand and said, "Take it to show you the real person in charge. If he recognizes who this is, let us in!"
The two old Taoists left in panic.
Fa Xin smiled bitterly and apologized to Yan Shu and Qian Chen. Qian Chen couldn't help asking: "Zen Master, the Peacock Ming King is coming soon, why are these people not anxious?"
Fa Xin only looked bitter, but You San was watching coldly. At this time, he said: "Many of the junior monks of Jiedan Zhenren in Guanzhong have never seen a few monsters since childhood! They can reach the high position..."
"If it weren't for the seniors who had been struggling before the Great Calamity, and those of us who were taking risks outside the pass to investigate, how many people would know the true terror of the demon clan?"
After a while, someone came out and respectfully welcomed Qian Chen and others into it.
There are many low-level monks coming and going in the iron gate. These monks who are like You San, who rely on a magic spell to barely break through the magic spell, or who are simply only practicing Qi cultivation, are not negligent. Some are repairing restrictions, practicing magic spells, and some even use demon flesh and blood to sacrifice and refine various magic weapons.
Qian Chen saw along the way that many people have used forbidden art, practicing magic and improving their magic power at the expense of life span and potential.
The Ling Valley, which was seized, was transported into the treasurys of grass and trees.
On the way, they saw many monks who practiced the magical arts.
But even Yan Shu saw a thin cultivator with weak energy and even lacking foundation when he swept his spiritual sense into the military tent. He was still young, holding a bowl of Linggu mixed porridge, sipped it in a small mouthful, and then wiping his true energy, using a method that can be called a pressing to strengthen his true energy.
Yan Shu was speechless and stopped talking.
You San looked at the Linggu with green strands, his lower lips trembled twice, and his body trembled slightly.
Of course, this could not escape the divine thoughts of Qian Chen and others. Qian Chen turned around and saw You San's expressions were dull and said with a hint of crying: "Aokiki Inspiration Art!"
Zen Master Faxin sighed silently and lowered his head to recite the scriptures.
Huang Wuliu looked up and said in a daze: "Grow a grain and hang a hundred grains. If these spiritual valleys really use the Qingmu Induction Art, then will the harvest of the country be ruined this year?"
"We have insufficient food, how many people will starve to death?"
Qian Chen had already seen that the number of monks in the Iron Pass had far exceeded the limit of the supply of a blessed land in Lingshan. Apart from the fact that these monks practiced the least resource requirements, the remaining resource pressure was still quite large.
"In order to prepare for the war, Guzhu Kingdom seems to have ignored the consequences!" Qian Chen sighed.
Yan Shu also sighed: "Under the great disaster, there is no pure land everywhere!"
Several people were introduced into the convention hall. At this time, nearly half of the dozen Jiedan Zhenren people in the pass came, but the Yin God Venerable did not come. Perhaps because he felt that a mere ghost messenger was not worthy of his appearance.
When Qian Chen and others stepped into the hall, they saw a goatee-bearded Jie Dan Zhenren, who was playing with the beautiful head like a pervert.
While playing, he also marveled: "It's really that pipa ghost!"
"This ghost girl, the old Taoist, turned around and ran away when he saw it. Faxin, who went out, actually came back with her head!"
"And last night, there was indeed a lot of movement in the direction of Huangji, especially a light in the middle of the night. The old Taoist looked at Guanzhong and felt a sense of trembling. This ghost creature on earth and the saying that the ghost soldiers used Taoism may be true!"
Someone said coldly: "The demon clan has been raging for three hundred years, and many sects have been destroyed. The remaining inheritance of the human race is only me. Where can I inexplicably jump out a few ghost messengers who have never heard of Jiedan and killed the White Bone Demon King?"
"And both the White Bone Demon King and the Wild Wolf King hope that Gu Zhu can continue to exist to restrain the Peacock Ming King. In my opinion, the death of the Wild Wolf King is the attack of the Peacock King. If these people killed the ghost envoy, it may not have caused the conflict between the White Bone Demon King and my Gu Zhu Kingdom. Maybe they were spies sent by the Peacock King!"
A monk Jiedan with slender eyebrows and hanging over his neck sneered.
"The demon clan is powerful, and acts rashly will only make the Guzhu Kingdom more dangerous. If you want to restrain the Peacock Demon King, you can only start from the inside of the demon clan. Originally, the plan of the Wisdom Wolf King, the White Bone King, the Black Bull King restraining the Peacock King, and the Spirit King was in charge of Guzhu, and it took three hundred years to make our human race survive the crowd of demons."
A middle-aged man who was dressed in gorgeous clothes and was woven with spiritual silk, which was more detailed than what Qian Chen saw in Wulingfang, Zhongtu, said a few words, then raised the teacup, swallowed a mouthful of spiritual tea, and then spoke quietly.
"The Huangji is the chess piece that our human race has left to paralyze the demon race. Now, for a chess piece, we are risking angering the White Bone Demon King. Fa Xin is extremely stupid and must be severely punished!"
Qian Chen looked down from the hall and saw the young monk he had seen not long ago, standing behind him and serving as a junior.
Yan Shu beside him showed a sneer, and Ning Qingchen also sent a message to Qian Chen and said, "Senior Brother, I now know why you have never expected Guzhu Kingdom to help when you attacked the five demon kings!"
Chapter completed!