Chapter 1140 Fooled

"The man on the top of the mountain turned out to be an ancient monk!" Liu Qinghuan was startled and then said, "Senior, did you recognize that man's identity?"

The bitter Taoist said without saying anything: "This is a long story, but you must have heard of the Tianluo Transformation, right?"

"The Tianwu Revolution that ultimately led to the establishment of the Mingshan Battlefield?"

Liu Qinghuan's expression changed. Is it so "ancient"? It goes back so far!

The world of immortality before the Battle of Mingshan was called the ancient period, which was called the darkest period in the entire history of human cultivation. At that time, the world had collapsed, there was no distinction between good and evil, good and evil, and people's hearts were corrupted.

In the world of cultivating immortals, strength is the only thing that is respected. The ancient cultivators were extremely competitive with each other and would do anything to improve their cultivation. But they should never, absolutely should not set their sights on Tian Wu, who has a reputation as a half-god.

Tianwu, it is said that there is a god between the two waters in the east of the wilderness and the north of Yaoyang. He has eight human faces, a tiger body and ten tails. He is green and yellow, spits out clouds and mist, and controls water, so he is also called Shuibo.

There are very few records of those dark years in the annals of history today, because those ancient cultivators did not know what methods they used. In the end, Tian Wu was so angry that he directly attracted the water of the Nine Heavens Galaxy to destroy the world, leaving countless interfaces in the world. Overturned in turbulent rage.

For a time, all life was devastated. There were more dead souls than living people in the world. There were injustices and resentment. The already unbalanced laws of the human world were out of order and luck was exhausted. The passage to the immortal world was directly closed by the way of heaven.

Ku Dao Ren said: "The Incident in Tianwu was extremely tragic. I don't know how many ancient cultivators fell because of it. The glory of the ancient world of immortal cultivation was gone forever. The inheritance of many martial arts and Taoism was also cut off. It can be said that to this day, there is still no place in the human world. I haven’t fully recovered from that tragedy.”

"When future generations of cultivators researched that period of history, they could only piece together the facts from the mouths of surviving monks and scattered classics. Finally, someone found clues and discovered that the Tianwu incident was most likely a long-planned conspiracy, and the biggest pusher behind it was most likely that is……"

"Qi Luo Xingjun."

A cold voice came from behind the two of them. Liu Qinghuan looked back, but it was the Mahayana female cultivator who he had seen before.

The Qu family's father and son and the male cultivator who had been resurrected also followed, as well as two new fused cultivators who had never seen them before, and they didn't know when they appeared.

"Fellow Taoist Feng." Taoist Ku greeted him, and then continued: "Yes, the real culprit is probably Qi Luo Xingjun, whose real name is Zhang Jingxing. He was the Mahayana ancestor of a top immortal sect that has been destroyed in the world."

"You still have time to talk to people about the ancient times here." Fenglingxian quickly surpassed the Ku Taoist and Liu Qinghuan who were walking in the front, and dropped the words: "The ancients who should have lost their bones long ago have appeared here. In this world, why don’t you run away!”

The Ku Taoist smiled good-naturedly: "That's right, then we'd better go down the mountain quickly."

The group of people stopped talking and hurried down the mountain in silence, but their expressions were not calm.

The giant eye in the deep sky, the ancient master of Qi Luo Xingjun, the strange reversal of time, and the continuous occurrence of all kinds of incredible things have cast a layer of mysterious and unpredictable mist on this ethereal mountain peak.

The mountain road going down the mountain is straight and wide, divided into imperial roads and Danqi roads. There are also Taotai and Yuan roads on both sides. People who come and go can be divided into three, six or nine classes according to their status, and each goes his own way. Every other section, there is a huge stone tripod that is as tall as a person. On the tripod, mountains, rivers, sea, moon, birds, animals, fish and insects are all carved in simple and elegant ways.

After every few hundred steps, there is a spacious and flat square separated by it, with many palaces standing on both sides. If there are more monks walking around, and there are more bustling voices, it will be the same as a large sect.

Liu Qinghuan was not like others who had been to these places in the past three days. As he walked and looked around, he couldn't help but feel shocked.

Star map again.

Since entering the mountain, he has seen star maps or star-shaped marks in many places, and the square in front of him is also a huge star map, with crystal beads of different sizes inlaid on the smoky blue jade ground. , just like the scattered stars in the sky.

They had arrived at the last square near the mountain gate. Old Ghost Qu suddenly stretched his neck and said, "Hey, what are those people doing in front of the mountain? Why don't they go out?"

Liu Qinghuan looked down the hundred steps. Several Mahayana monks gathered at the end of the mountain path, arguing in low voices. He saw that each of them looked unhappy.

His heart sank, and a chill ran down his spine: "I'm afraid... I can't get out."

Sure enough, I saw the Mahayana monk who was the first to rush down from the top of the mountain, stepping on the last stone step. His luxurious purple clothes were slightly lifted, and his figure seemed to flicker, but he clearly stood still and did not move.

The next moment, the overhaul seemed to be angry. A ball of white light quickly condensed in the palm of his right hand, buzzing, lightning and thunder. You could feel the breathtaking thunder from a long distance away, which made people feel dizzy. Numb feeling.

He raised his hand and gave it away gently, and the ball of light flew out from the palm of his hand, but it could not fly more than three feet. It seemed to melt and disappeared silently in front of everyone's eyes.

Several low exclamations came from beside them, and Liu Qinghuan and his party also reached the last few stone steps of the mountain path, and they couldn't help but look at the man's hands.

That was a blow from a Mahayana monk, and it couldn't be as powerful as a candle. Even if it didn't break a hole in the ground, there should still be a sound.

However, his move was indeed in vain, and he didn't know where it ended up.

Everyone present was stupid, so they immediately understood that there was something fishy about the way out of the mountain. There was either a restriction or barrier, or...

At the end of the stone steps, there is an endless wasteland. The ground seems to have been plowed, with wide cracks stretching into the distance. Under the stone steps, a three-foot-tall stele stood quietly on the left hand side of the crowd. The stele was densely covered with intermittent dots and lines, just like natural stone patterns.

Liu Qinghuan looked at it carefully for a long time before he recognized the four words "Jidou Immortal Mansion" written in Zhenxianwen.

The atmosphere was very dull. Taoist Ku looked around and asked Ziyi Daxiu: "Fellow Taoist Prayer, what's going on?"

Purple-clothed Da Xiu Qi Ri's eyes were gloomy, he shook his head and glanced at the people who had just arrived, then turned around and left.

"You will know after you try it yourself."

Everyone looked at each other, and soon two Mahayana monks followed suit and left with cold expressions. After a while, the only people left here were those who came after them, and Master Qiming, whom Liu Qinghuan had not seen before.

"It turns out that little friend Qinglin has also gone up the mountain." Master Qiming came over with a relatively good look on his face and asked, "Why don't you see Brother Gui?"

Liu Qinghuan met Li and explained the whereabouts of Gui Bugui again before asking: "Senior, what's going on here...?"

Master Qiming quickly opened his fan and said with a smile: "It's nothing, but we are afraid that we have all been fooled - this mountain is some kind of fairy mansion, and the prison is pretty much the same, so we can't get out now."

He spoke so freely, but everyone else felt their hearts tremble when they heard it, showing nervous expressions.

"Fooled?" Fenglingxian raised his eyes and walked down with a sneer: "I want to see why I can't get out!"

She stepped onto the penultimate stone step in a few steps, and landed on the first step with her other foot. Her body suddenly swayed and stopped motionless.

The Ku Taoist asked with some worry: "Have you sensed the existence of a barrier or something like that?"

"No..." Fenglingxian looked at her feet in confusion: "Did you just see me walking forward?"

"Huh?" The Taoist monk realized something was wrong and said cautiously: "How many steps forward did you take?"

Fenglingxian's expression changed, and she almost gritted her teeth, raised her finger and pointed at the stone tablet and said: "Seven steps, I walked all the way to that place, but I was dazzled and returned to the same place!"