Chapter 1518: The Old Ling Wang of Tianshi Mansion Enters Tubo Temple

When the old king Ling entered the fourth realm, his divine power would definitely surge, and he would not be able to escape any disturbance nearby.

In order not to be noticed by the old king Ling, Jin An and the Thousand-Eyed Taoist Statue fell into silence after building the Tubo Temple.

One person and one evil god, they did not speak, did not communicate with divine consciousness, and did not use magical powers to monitor the movements of the outside world.

Needless to say, True Man Qingxi was still unconscious.

Speaking of which, it was not the first time that Jin An and the Thousand-Eyed Taoist Statue transformed the temple to trick people. Previously, when they were besieging the Bulao Mountain, this person and the evil god had pretended to be the Two Saints Land God Temple and tricked and killed the Bulao Mountain Shouyuan Demon.

As the saying goes, the first time is new, the second time is familiar.

The third time is practice makes perfect.

...One stick of incense...

...Two sticks of incense...

Time passed slowly, but the old King Ling still didn't come to the Tubo Temple. Because he was worried about revealing his whereabouts, he didn't release his spiritual sense to explore the outside world. He was completely clueless about the situation outside the Tubo Temple.

Jin'an waited patiently and stood still.

The Thousand-Eyed Taoist Statue was tired of standing. The Nezha Golden Boy it transformed into winked at Jin'an and asked him if he wanted to wait any longer.

The three-eyed golden boy Jin'an transformed into was unmoved.

After waiting for a while, the Nezha Golden Boy began to twist his body, grabbing here and there, moving around.

After being glared at by the three-eyed golden boy, he became quiet again.

But he didn't stay quiet for long. The Nezha Golden Boy statue looked at Jin'an again with an inquiring look, meaning whether the old King Ling would come or not. We can't just stand like the husband-waiting stone forever, right?

The three-eyed golden boy pretended not to see it.

Suddenly, thunder roared overhead, and the wind howled outside the Tubo Temple, and the outside weather suddenly changed.

Then a pressure descended.

The three-eyed golden boy glared at the Nezha-headed golden boy, and he didn't need to warn him, because the Nezha-headed golden boy had already stood still.

There were figures wandering outside the Tubo Temple, and it seemed that the people outside the temple were very cautious, hesitating and pondering, why there was a Tubo Temple here, and they were not in a hurry to come in.

As the footsteps approached, the people outside the temple walked into the Tubo Temple, and it was the old King Ling.

The old King Ling's spirit and energy were greatly sublimated, a sublimation visible to the naked eye, his body was full of spirit, no longer wrinkled and dry, and there were electric snakes wandering in his mouth and nose when he breathed in and out, and the life essence on his body was overflowing, vigorous, and very brilliant.

Even the thunder method was refined to a far greater degree than before.

Before the soul left the body, the soul was already overflowing from the body, and the strength increased greatly.

Previously, I was watching from afar through my spiritual eyes, but now I can see clearly from a close distance that the old King Ling has indeed entered the fourth realm.

I didn't expect that the old King Ling would be one of the first to enter the fourth realm. It was surprising and made people look at him differently.

The old King Ling's eyes were filled with lightning for several feet, and his body was full of thunder and lightning. Both his body and soul were full of vitality, and even every thought could collide with lightning and fire in the void.

The shackles of the mortal world had just been broken, and these strong men who had just broken through on the spot could not control themselves freely in a short time, so energy storms could be seen overflowing wherever they passed.

Watching the old King Ling's thoughts split into lightning in the void, it can be imagined that the old King Ling must be full of doubts when facing the Tubo Temple. Countless calculations were passing through his mind, and his thoughts were like lightning.

The old King Ling entered the Tubo Temple and first looked at the layout of the Tubo Temple. He first stared at the ancient plaque for a while, and then turned to look at the Tubo clay statue on the altar.

The old King Ling did not stare at the Tubo clay statue for too long, but turned to look at the three golden boys and jade girls in the Tubo Temple.

There is nothing suspicious about this Tubo Temple, even the Tubo clay statue is as vivid and detailed as the Tubo statue on the Loess Plain.

It can be roughly inferred that they were carved by the same person.

It’s just that the three extra golden boys and jade girls are a bit suspicious. In the Tubo Temple on the Loess Plain, there is only the Tubo statue, but there are no golden boys and jade girls around.

The key is that there are two golden boys and one jade girl. Such an unusual combination made the old King Ling look at it again and again.

It is said that good things come in pairs.

Folk sacrificial activities pay more attention to these auspicious meanings.

“Why is it three?”

“Does it mean the three talents of heaven, earth and man?”

The old King Ling was born in the Tianshi Mansion. He is a Feng Shui master who is proficient in Feng Shui, Yishu, and Qimen Dunjia. His thoughts are like lightning, and he wants to find the truth from Feng Shui and Yishu.

While thinking, the old King Ling was also carefully observing the golden boy and jade girl one by one.

The three-eyed golden boy had a vertical mark of a golden seal on his forehead, and his expression was solemn. He held a red gourd in his hands, with the mouth of the gourd facing the temple gate. There was a golden lock on his chest and a golden copper coin on his waist.

Next to the three-eyed golden boy stood a golden boy with two buns in the shape of the ancient Nezha. This golden boy gave people the feeling of a wolf-like evil.

The little jade girl had eyes that seemed to be open and closed, giving people a drowsy feeling. Was the jade girl dozing in front of the Tubo statue?

In short, these three golden boys and jade girls gave people a feeling of doubt.

The biggest doubt in this Tubo Temple is the three golden boys and jade girls in front of him.

The old King Ling stood there and pondered for a moment. He first raised his eyes to look at the Tubo statue erected on the altar, and then released his divine sense to explore the golden boy and jade girl.

He did not demolish the Tubo Temple and blaspheme the earthly deity right away, nor did he use his divine sense to investigate the Tubo statue, because he did not want to offend the Great Emperor Tubo in this small underworld.

The Nine Covenants of Tubo are ruled by the underground.

As long as he is not a fool, he will not blaspheme the Great Emperor Tubo in the small underworld, because he has seen the Great Emperor Tubo appear in the Loess Plain with his own eyes.

But the old King Ling could not imagine that even the statue of Tubo was a magic weapon conferred by Jin'an. As a magic weapon worth 1.6 million Yin De and with the power of the fourth realm, it is easy for it to protect the three people of Jin'an in the Tubo Temple and cover up the aura of the three people of Jin'an.

So the old King Ling's divine sense exploration naturally could not find any clues.

Unless he risked a great sin and smashed the clay statues of the golden boy and jade girl with brute force, he could see the essence of the truth.

This is the Tubo Temple, and there is the statue of the Great Emperor Tubo by his side. The three people of Jin'an can be said to have all the advantages of time, place and people at this time, so it is not surprising that the old King Ling could not see the clues.

The old King Ling's mind was empty, his thoughts were like lightning, his thoughts collided like tides, and he burst out with fierce thunder and fire. Then he saw the old King Ling turn around and walk out of the Tubo Temple and leave here.

After waiting for a long time, the old King Ling did not come back. The Nezha-headed Golden Boy transformed by the Thousand-Eyed Taoist Statue was about to wink at the Three-Eyed Golden Boy transformed by Jin An when he saw the old King Ling suddenly come back.

Because the speed was too fast, it was like a thunderstorm suddenly crashed into the Tubo Temple. There were thunder and lightning explosions in the Tubo Temple, and sand and rocks flew behind him.

Sure enough!

These old monsters are all suspicious!

Holding the golden compass, the old King Ling looked around the Tubo Temple suspiciously, but the Tubo Temple was blessed by the gods and the aura was shielded, so the golden compass never yielded any results.

The old King Ling looked up at the Tubo statue, flicked his fingers in the air, and a divine light shot out, hitting the Nezha-headed Golden Boy with a wolf-like look.

Bang!

Half of his arm was cut off by the divine light, making a dull sound of falling to the ground.

The timing and location of the appearance of this Tubo Temple were really suspicious. The old King Ling did not dare to demolish the Tubo statue, so he could only attack the golden boy.

The broken arm that fell to the ground was filled with soil and rocks, and no blood flowed out. Excluding the possibility of changes in the flesh and blood body, the golden boy in front of him was indeed a statue.

But this doesn't make sense...

The old King Ling frowned and never relaxed.

"It hurts!"

"It hurts so much!"

"My hand!"

"It hurts!"

"It hurts!"

"It hurts!"

A shrill and painful sound suddenly rang out in the Tubo Temple. The voice was crying and resentful.

Unexpectedly, when the old King Ling heard the cry of pain, his body shook, his tiger eyes shone brightly, the temperature around him dropped rapidly, and a fierce storm rolled up.

"Yi'er!"

After "a few years", when he heard the voice of his youngest son again, even though he was in a high position, was canonized as a king of a different surname, and was one of the several elders of the Tianshi Mansion, the old King Ling, who was deep in the city, was inevitably affected at this time. The breath in his body was emitted uncontrollably, setting off a terrible storm.

"Who dares to pretend to be my son? He is looking for death!" The old King Ling was furious. Even when his mood changed drastically, he still maintained rational thinking.

"It hurts so much!"

"Blood revenge!"

"Blood revenge!"

"The person who killed me is in Wuzhou Prefecture!"

"It really hurts!"

"I want revenge!"

The painful memory of losing his son in his later years was awakened again by the cries of pain and revenge from his youngest son. The old King Ling's mind was filled with bits and pieces of memories about his youngest son, and finally it was forever frozen on the day when he learned that his youngest son's soul tablet was broken.

The old King Ling's eyes were still bright and rational, and he did not go crazy and run away: "Who killed my bloodline!"

"Tell me!"

"Father killed your enemy for you!"

This time, there was no voice to answer the old King Ling, but Tu Bo appeared. The environment in the Tu Bo Temple turned into a purgatory scene in the underworld, and the Yellow Spring River in the underworld was full of human heads. Those were lonely ghosts who could not be reincarnated, and they also represented the obsession of the dead.

The Yellow Spring River splashed a wave, and a human head turned upside down, revealing the facial features that were severely swollen and white.

Even though it was severely rotten, the old King Ling still recognized it at a glance. It was the head of his youngest son.

The old King Ling's soul controlled the object, picked up the head of his youngest son through the air, and the rotten dead head flew into the palm of the old King Ling, and then the scene before his death appeared.

Wuzhou Prefecture.

Prefecture City.

Many masters hunted the stone bull that the corpse immortal rode, including the golden-winged big Peng bird soul, the Taoist priest of Huolian Temple, the faceless man, the flying centipede soul, the Rakshasa king soul...

One of the souls was the most eye-catching and dazzling, overwhelming many soul masters. As soon as he appeared on the stage, he was extremely talented and crushed all masters. That soul was a dragon-bodied bird-headed god, good at controlling thunder.

He practiced the same visualization method as the old King Ling.

Old King Ling had thought about the scene before his son's death countless times, but he never thought that he would see his youngest son in this way. Even though he was as vicious as an old fox, his mind was shaken at this moment. Was it a dream or reality?

Because the scene of the youngest son's soul fighting was too real.

The soul and the form were the same as before his death.

Seeing the face and form of his youngest son reappear, his eyes, which should have been shining, gradually immersed in memories and the pain of losing his son.

Boom!

The appearance of a three-headed, six-armed demon god broke all the good memories of Old King Ling about his youngest son. When this soul appeared, it overwhelmed the dragon-bodied bird-headed god everywhere. As masters of thunder magic, the dragon-bodied bird-headed god was obviously at a disadvantage.

When he saw his youngest son fall and his soul was shattered, the calmness in Old King Ling's eyes was gone, replaced by anger.

"I recognize you!"

"That 'I'm not surnamed Chen' who rose up in the Painted Corpse Cave!"

"From now on, no matter where you are, I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth, kill all your clans, and avenge my son!"

Old King Ling didn't care whether what he saw was true or false, as long as he could find the truth of his son's death and the enemy who killed his son, it was true for him.

At this time, in the Yellow Spring River filled with human heads, another rotten dead head was rolled up by the waves, revealing the severely rotten face of the young King Ling.

"It hurts so much! I hate it so much!"

"Father, I hate your injustice!"

"You only care about the death of my useless brother, and don't care at all about how I died, how painful I was before I died, and who killed me!"

Seeing his eldest son's head also appear here, the old King Ling was so angry that his eyes were about to burst: "If this is really the underworld, tell your father who killed you two brothers!"

"Father will make them pay with blood!"

The old King Ling took the object through the air again, and when he saw that the little King Ling's head was about to fly into his hands, everything disappeared in front of him, the underworld disappeared, his son's head disappeared, the Tubo Temple disappeared, and the Tubo statue disappeared, leaving only the old King Ling, who was in pain of losing his son in his later years, standing alone in the same place.

The hatred that the little King Ling had for him before his head disappeared echoed in his ears over and over again.

"Tell me how my son died!" The old King Ling's soul left his body and chased him madly into the underground.

However, the underground muddy soil in the small underworld was filled with a lot of dead and filthy air. The deeper he went, the more difficult it was for the soul to escape, and he soon lost the other party's whereabouts.

The old Ling Wang's soul returned to his body. At this time, his internal aura was chaotic. He lacked the vigor and enthusiasm when he just broke through the fourth realm, and the miraculousness of making further progress. Instead, his thoughts were blocked.

This is a sign of a knot in his heart.

For a Shinto master, only when the thoughts are smooth can the practice benefit endlessly.

If the thoughts are not smooth, everything will go wrong.

…

Seeing that the Thousand-Eyed Taoist Statue was in danger of being exposed, at the critical moment, Jin An decisively used the Tubo Statue to cover up his aura, performed the 18th transformation of the earth-walking technique, and left from underground.

"Martial Arts Corpse Immortal, you are exposing your identity for this Taoist. It's not worth it." The Thousand-Eyed Taoist Statue, which became one-armed, sighed.

Jin An picked up the broken arm and reattached it to the Thousand-Eyed Taoist Statue, saying coldly: "He made you suffer the pain of a broken arm, so I will let him experience the pain of losing his son twice and help you collect some interest."

"This time, plant the seeds of knots in the heart of old King Ling to confuse his mind. Give me a few days. When my soul is healed and my spirit returns to its peak, I will kill old King Ling to avenge you."

The Thousand-Eyed Taoist Statue was deeply moved: "Martial Arts Corpse Immortal, you are so good to this Taoist, you will definitely give birth to ten sons, and the Five Internal Organs Taoist Temple will flourish in your hands..."

Qingxi Zhenren is still unconscious.