Chapter 204: Junling Seal
"Senior Quan Ming and Senior Chi Cheng are in charge of the Sumeru Bag. When the time comes, the priests of Jintai and Xuanguangtai will be sent to the main altar to avoid any surprises in the ambush and to preserve the strength of the divine religion as much as possible."
"As for the junior, I will be responsible for dealing with Taoist Zhenhong."
Gu Xiuyun concluded.
"Fellow Taoist Xi Ming, are you really sure you can deal with Taoist Zhenhong?" Priest Chicheng couldn't help but ask.
The three high priests and Gu Xiuyun were all key to this plan.
The three high priests surrounded Elder Fusong, and Gu Xiuyun dealt with Taoist Zhenhong. Any mistakes on either side would lead to the failure of the plan.
"Only I know how to search for traces. No one can do this except me," Gu Xiuyun chuckled. "And I have a low cultivation level. Even if I leave the Chonghua River, I will not arouse the suspicion of Elder Fusong."
"That's true." All five priests nodded in approval.
The five priests were so advanced that every move they made would attract the attention of Elder Fusong. Only Gu Xiuyun could walk out of the Chonghua River without arousing suspicion.
After all, he only has the second-level cultivation level of Kaimai and is good at formations. In the eyes of the world, most formation masters are weaker than their peers and cannot be Master Qi's opponent.
"Fellow Taoist Cherish Your Life, this is the Thunder Stone, a rare killing treasure that is not passed down by the divine sect. Please accept it."
High Priest Zhenhuang took out two cyan stones from the spirit bag and handed them to Gu Xiuyun.
"The thunder stone is extremely powerful. It only needs to be poured into spiritual power to explode thunder and lightning that is no less than the Tao Yun secret technique."
"Zhen Huang, it's rare to see you so generous," High Priest Tu Mang's eyes lit up, "There aren't many treasures like the Thunder Stone in the Jin Huang lineage!"
"To be honest with you, there are only the last four left. Two are in my hand and two are in Feng Ming's hand." High Priest Zhenhuang looked at the other two people. "Taoist Zhenhong is extremely powerful. Fellow Taoist Xi Ming is here. Life or death is uncertain, so you should show some expression!"
"Of course there is." High Priest Tu Mang took out a piece of ancient jade, "This is a protective jade talisman refined by the ancestors of our sect. It can withstand the full blow of the strong man in the sixth level of Kaimai. Take it, fellow Taoist." !”
"Thank you, senior."
Gu Xiuyun's eyes lit up and he quickly took the ancient jade.
A jade talisman that can withstand the powerful men of the sixth heaven is rare in the world. With this treasure, he has one more life-saving trump card.
"Fellow Taoist Cherish your life, my
This treasure is not as good as Tumang Old Ghost, but it may be the most useful to you." High Priest Yan Zhan groped in the spirit bag for a long time before taking out a stone seal. "This is the Jun Spirit Seal. Where the seal is located, the power of the spiritual realm Swelled several levels. "
"Jun Ling Seal?" Gu Xiuyun looked at the stone seal in surprise.
He has never heard that there are treasures in the world that can increase the spiritual realm?
"Fellow Taoist's cultivation has been weaker than that of Taoist Zhenhong for a long time, and the gap in the spiritual realm is even greater. If we can have Jun Spirit Seal to help us, our chances of winning will be much greater," High Priest Yan Zhan said in a deep voice, "It's a pity that this The treasure has been damaged for a long time, and the restrictions within it are almost gone. I don’t know how long it can last.”
"Jun Ling Seal..."
High Priest Tu Mang looked at the stone seal in Yan Zhan's hand with a look of confusion, "This treasure was once owned by our ancestors. During the civil war two thousand years ago, our ancestors were killed in battle and the Jun Ling Seal was also missing. I thought it was because of this The treasure has long since been destroyed and fell into your hands."
"Fellow Daoist Xi Ming, the Junling Seal is one of the most inherited treasures left by the divine religion. I hope you will treat it kindly." High Priest Tu Mang warned.
"Inherited treasure?"
After Gu Xiuyun took the stone seal, he took a closer look and saw that the seal was full of cracks, as if it had experienced a brutal fight.
"This square stone seal was originally an eighth-grade spiritual treasure, and it was controlled by the priest of Yaoritai. When the heavens invaded, that ancestor fought hard with the powerful enemy. In the end, he died and the Junling Seal he controlled was almost shattered." High Priest Tu Mang explained.
"I see."
Gu Xiuyun looked at Jun Lingyin, feeling inexplicably excited.
The eighth-grade spiritual treasure, even if it is broken into pieces, is still filled with the most mysterious Taoist charm. This treasure is the most precious spiritual treasure that Gu Xiuyun has ever obtained in his life.
"Most of the eighth-grade spiritual treasures have never been seen even in the Douxiao realm, right?" Gu Xiuyun exclaimed.
"It used to be an eighth-grade spiritual treasure, but now it may not even be as good as a fifth-grade spiritual treasure." High Priest Yan Zhan shook his head, "This thing is almost broken. Every time it is activated, the restrictions inside it will be consumed, so in terms of value, it is still worse than It’s not the protective jade talisman of the old ghost Tu Mang.”
"Thank you, High Priest Yan Zhan, for the gift." Gu Xiuyun said nothing and happily accepted the Junling Seal.
Even if it breaks into pieces, it is still an eighth-grade spiritual treasure.
For Gu Xiuyun, the strength of its power is not important. The eighth-level restriction in the Lingbao is the most precious.
This spiritual treasure can increase the spiritual realm
, it can be seen that the internal restriction is similar to the Tianguan Seed Forbidden Secret Technique. The two refer to each other, and he is much more confident in practicing the secret technique.
“Seniors, without further ado, let’s set off first!”
Gu Xiuyun bowed and walked out of the altar hall.
…
By the Chonghua River.
Secular pedestrians are bustling, town streets have been built along the river, and mansions stand on both sides of the street. They are owned by the families of Jintai priests.
Behind the mansion, there are many green brick and tile houses, row upon row, belonging to the Chitai priests in the sect.
As for the most ordinary civilians, they can only live in large courtyards.
At this moment, pedestrians were coming and going, and the vendors on both sides were still selling various items, including gold and silver utensils, animal skins, and rice, grain, and fruits.
"Master, please buy some porcelain," the vendor saw Gu Xiuyun wearing a silk dress, and hurriedly pulled the corner of his clothes and shouted, "The porcelain here is of high quality, with clear texture and pure texture. Now the three major countries are gathered on the banks of the Chonghua River. Porcelain is scarce, and this kind of goods is even rarer!"
"No need, thank you."
Gu Xiuyun shook his head and continued to move forward.
"Master, look at these cloths, all woven with high-quality silk..."
"Master, the raccoon fruit unique to Yancheng, take a look, take a look, pass by, don't miss it..."
Gu Xiuyun crossed three streets in a row and finally stopped in front of a courtyard.
Along the way, although he kept looking around, what he saw was not porcelain and cloth, but the fate line of mortals.
Every mortal, the fate has long been determined.
If there is no intervention by the cultivator, his birth, aging, illness and death will fall into the silk thread, without waves, until the end of the years.
But if it is affected by the cultivator, the fate line will be distorted.
Gu Xiuyun looked through each twisted fate line to find its source. If it was caused by the priests of the Divine Religion, he would abandon it and turn to the next one.
He believed that the Taoist Zhen Hong must be near the Chonghua River.
Because not long ago, two Jintai priests lost their lives while going out on business!
The place where the two Jintai priests died was only 300 miles away from the Chonghua River. It can be seen that the Taoist Zhen Hong has been hiding nearby and observing the movements here at all times.