Chapter 263 Rongshan Sect

In front of you is a towering sacred mountain.

A tall mountain gate stands at the foot of the mountain, with countless obscure and mysterious runes engraved on it. Those runes are not the writing of the world, but there is a faint, special aura pouring out from that mountain gate, which is particularly mysterious, and in On one side of the mountain gate, there is a large stone with a height of one person, with several large characters on it.

Those large characters are not contemporary writing, but the words above can be vaguely distinguished.

Rongshan Sect.

It turns out that this ancient ruins was where the sect named Rongshan Sect was located. 🄲

Chen Chao looked up and saw that starting from the mountain gate, there was a mountain road paved with bluestones heading towards the mountain, deep into the clouds and mist without any trace.

The mountains in the distance are surrounded by colorful clouds, and countless attics are hidden among the clouds and mist, looming, and the sound of some avenues can be vaguely heard here.

This place seems to be a real fairyland, even like the Kingdom of God.

Compared with those places surrounded by white mist, the mountain gate of Rongshan Sect is really very different.

Looking at the huge sacred mountain in front of him, Chen Chao thought of the cemeteries he had visited before and the bones he had seen. If this was the real gate of Rongshan Sect, then it would be better to go to the cemeteries before. The lakeside and wilderness that we passed were obviously part of this mountain gate, but they would definitely be the outermost areas.

Just based on these, the Rongshan Sect is actually huge, even bigger than any other sect in the world. Perhaps this can also prove from the side that this Rongshan Sect was the sect many years ago. A large number of sects may have had powerful sects in the past who were in awe of the world.

But if such an ancient sect was so powerful, why was it destroyed?

Judging from the mountain gate here, it is still well preserved and has nothing to do with the sudden destruction.

Chen Chaoyou was full of doubts. He originally thought that he would be led here so that he could see the girl again, but he didn't expect that he would arrive in front of this mountain gate.

This is not where the girl is.

Chen Chao was silent for a moment and spit out a mouthful of white mist. The white mist dissipated here instantly, leaving no trace at all.

It's as if this white mist cannot exist here at all.

Chen Chao was silent for a while, and then walked towards the mountain gate.

Now that we are all here, we naturally want to take a look.

Entering the mountain gate, Chen Chao's face suddenly became a little ugly. If he was just suppressing his own realm in the white mist before, then after entering the mountain gate, he was not just suppressing his own realm. He even felt like a huge boulder was suddenly pressed down on his shoulders, making every step he took upward more difficult than usual.

But fortunately, apart from this, there is no other discomfort.

Chen Chao frowned slightly. The pressure on his body was not a problem for him for the time being. His body had been beaten countless times, and even this little pressure could destroy it.

All the way up the mountain road, he wanted to take a good look at the true appearance of this sacred mountain.

There are countless flowers and plants on both sides of the mountain road, all exuding an incomparably wonderful aroma. Just smelling those aromas, and after inhaling the nasal cavity, you will feel extremely comfortable all over your body.

These should be some kind of medicinal herbs, but because they have existed for too long, they have become an existence that is not weaker than fairy grass.

Chen Chao wanted to bend down and pick some to take away, but after thinking about it, he decided to do such a thing later when he went down the mountain.

He kept walking towards the mountain, and he didn't know how long he walked. Suddenly, an ancient spring appeared in front of him. On one side of the mountain road, a small mountain spring was extremely clear, with some fallen leaves floating on the spring water.

"What kind of spring water is this? Why does it still have such a strong aroma?"

Before, when he smelled those medicinal herbs, he felt extremely comfortable all over his body. Now when he smelled the aroma of the spring water in front of him, Chen Chao knew that this spring water must be extraordinary.

This ancient spring, where the mountain gate of Rongshan Sect is located, must be extraordinary.

Chen Chao didn't hesitate. After lying down, he drank heavily.

I don’t know how many years this Fang Guquan has existed. At this moment, Chen lay on it and quickly drank all of it into his stomach.

It is difficult for monks to be poisoned by toxins, not to mention a tough warrior like Chen Chao, who is almost not afraid of any toxins on weekdays. Facing this ancient spring, Chen Chao is not afraid either.

After drinking Guquan in a big gulp, Chen Chao didn’t feel anything strange, but he felt that

I feel a little warm and energetic.

Chen Chao took a look at the ancient spring and found that water was still emerging from the spring's eye. He frowned, knowing that this was nothing special, but he was not too disappointed. After a moment of silence, Then he continued walking towards the mountains.

Walking along the mountain road, getting higher and higher, but the pressure on the body did not feel any stronger. The herbs on both sides of the mountain road were so fragrant that it made people forget their fatigue. It didn't take long for Chen Chao to walk along the stone. The stairs came to an end.

He came to an extremely vast square. At the end of the square, there was a magnificent palace. The palace was very tall and magnificent. It was made up of huge stones. The whole palace was It gives people a sense of the weight and vicissitudes of history, but because the palace is also very high, and the upper part of the palace is obscured by colorful clouds, it looks like a palace built in the clouds.

What made Chen Chao feel even more distracted was the countless monks sitting cross-legged on the square.

Yes, Chen Chao could tell at a glance that those people were monks.

There were countless monks, sitting cross-legged on the square, all with their eyes closed, without a trace of life flowing out of their bodies. They seemed to have been dead for many years, but they also seemed not dead, just trapped in hard practice. The breeze blew, and their hair was still fluttering. Some people's hems were even shaking slightly.

But the whole square was extremely quiet, without any life.

Chen Chao felt a very strange atmosphere.

Everything in front of him seemed to tell him that one day before the ancient times, these monks agreed to practice hard here, but after they entered into meditation, they never woke up again.

What kind of existence could make so many people die quietly without any preparation?

It seemed that at that time, someone just looked at this place, waved his hand, and all the monks died, so these buildings could still maintain their original appearance after so many years.

Chen Chao stood here and felt a chill deep in his bones.

This silent oppression is more terrifying than any Forget Worry cultivator in the world. Even that powerful existence that has surpassed the Forget Worry realm is not an ordinary cultivator.

He remembered one of the legends in the eleventh year of Tianjian, that a so-called immortal appeared in Yingzhou. Although no one has seen the real immortal style since then, since there is this legend, it means that there is this possibility.

Is it true that immortals exist in the world?

Otherwise, how to explain this?

Chen Chao thought a lot, but in the end he walked forward and soon came to the square. He squatted in front of a cultivator sitting cross-legged here and observed carefully.

This is a beautiful female cultivator with a graceful figure. Her age is hard to tell. At this moment, she closed her eyes and frowned slightly, as if she encountered some problems during her practice. For a while, some things were not figured out, and she was still thinking at this moment.

Chen Chao did not reach out to touch her. It seemed as if the things that happened in the cemetery were still in front of him. Those monks dug graves for those magic weapons, and most of them died there. If it weren't for Chen Chao at that time, I'm afraid that these monks would not have escaped from that place in the end.

For history, they have no reverence, and there will definitely be serious consequences.

Chen Chao understood this very well, so after just a few glances, he stood up and continued to walk forward.

There were men, women, young and old monks sitting cross-legged in the square. He even saw two teenagers of the same age as him somewhere, all of them closed their eyes and looked calm.

The place where these two teenagers sat cross-legged was in the center of the square. They must be the young geniuses of this sect. With such treatment, ordinary people could not compare.

Unfortunately, they also turned into the dust of history. Except for this body that is still there, there is no trace.

Chen Chao soon came to the end of the square, in front of the palace.

It was a palace that was equally tall. Now the palace door was closed, and it looked like a sleeping giant, standing quietly here.

There were also two monks sitting cross-legged in front of the door, and they also closed their eyes, but judging from their clothes, they looked like Taoist monks.

Before

There were countless monks in this square, all dressed differently, from various cultivation schools, and Chen Chao could even see their flying swords in front of some monks.

The sword was placed on his knees, probably still cultivating the sword.

Chen Chao collected all his thoughts and set his eyes on the gate in front of the palace. There were also countless complex patterns on the gate, but this time it was not complicated. Many of them were pictures. In those pictures, the development of Rongshan Sect was actually recorded. From the initial establishment of the sect to the later invasion of foreign lands, the monks rose up to resist, and there was even the shadow of the demon race, but they were also resisted by these monks. In those pictures, Rongshan Sect experienced a lot of ups and downs in the past, and the reason why those monks chose to engrave those major events that happened was probably to let their descendants remember them and not forget what had happened.

Chen Chao looked at these pictures and probably knew everything that had happened in Rongshan Sect.

The last picture was a little incomplete.

The picture was only half engraved on the left side of the gate. There was a flying sword and a monk with his back to everyone.

The monk should be the owner of the flying sword. The flying sword was hovering in the air, and the tip of the sword was facing the other half of the incomplete picture.

What is in that picture?

Chen Chao frowned slightly. He felt vaguely that it was something extremely important, but now he couldn't see it. 🄲

This shouldn't be the case that they gave up when they were still engraving because they encountered an irresistible factor. At least before the real destruction came, they had given up the idea of ​​engraving the second half of the picture.

Chen Chao stretched out his hand and wanted to touch the incomplete pattern, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt a sharp meaning, his finger was cut open, and then blood continued to flow out.

There was also a sharp sword meaning on the pattern, even after so many years, it was still terrifying.

Chen Chao retracted his hand and quickly stopped the bleeding.

He didn't hesitate. There was a voice in his heart that kept urging him to open the door of the hall and see what was in this hall.

He stretched out his hand and put it in front of the door of the hall.

I don’t know what kind of material this palace door is made of. It is extremely special. It looks like neither gold nor jade, nor stone.

It was just not as laborious as expected, just a gentle push, and with a creak, the door of the main hall began to be slowly pushed open, without any dust falling, as if there were people in this door just a moment ago. Clean carefully.

Countless years of vicissitudes of life seem to be just a story of a moment. It only happened yesterday and will only happen yesterday.

The palace door slowly opened, and a gentle light appeared in Chen Chao's eyes.

The main hall towers into the clouds, but who would have thought that right at the top is a piece of glass, so the inside of the main hall always looks like daytime, without any cover at all.

When Chen Chao looked at the main hall, his first impression was that it was huge.

An extremely vast hall!

At first glance, this hall is even larger than the square outside.

If we just compare it with a single hall, I am afraid that even no hall in the imperial city of the capital of God can compare with it. In other words, such a sect hall is probably a foolish view. None of the monks and sects outside may be able to compare.

Rongshan Sect must have been a huge sect many years ago.

Chen Chao stepped into the main hall and looked at the layout inside, feeling a little lost.

Soon, he walked deeper into the hall. He could see with the naked eye that there was a long passage on the other side of the hall. He didn't know where it led, but Chen Chao felt that there might be him in that place. Want something.

But at this moment, even he had almost forgotten that he seemed to be carrying a heavy object.

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Before the white mist, Qingniu came slowly. When he saw the white wall, Qingniu stopped, hesitated for a moment, and then said slowly, "Master, the place you are looking for is right here."

The middle-aged Taoist sitting behind it took a look at the extremely rich white mist and asked, "After the white mist, is there still white mist?"

Qingniu was silent for a while, as if hesitating whether to say anything, but after thinking about it, he still said, "These white mists are the formations of Rongshan Sect back then. At first they were just

In order to cover up the location of the sect, after all, a large sect should not be too ostentatious, but no one expected that it would become like this now. It seems that the formation has been disrupted. As for where the formation eye is, Master, you Don't look at me, I really don't know. I was just a monster guarding the mountain back then, not even the strongest one, so I really don't know these secrets. "

It glanced at the middle-aged Taoist behind it with some worry, but the huge bull's head looked very cute when it turned, a bit naive.

"But after the white mist in front of me, there is the real sect of Rongshan Sect. There should be no white mist anymore. But after so many years, I don't know what it will be like. I don't even know how such a sect can be." When I was destroyed, I just slept for a while. Who could have imagined that so many years would have passed since I opened my eyes..."

Every time he mentioned this, Qingniu felt a little aggrieved. Although he was deceived by these people into going up the mountain, in fact, he later discovered that these people were not too bad, and apart from the fact that it could not leave here, there was nothing else At that time, you could eat whatever you wanted, whether it was elixirs or fruits in the medicine garden, and the treatment was not bad at all.

But within a few years of such a day, it fell into a deep sleep due to gluttony on a spiritual fruit. When it woke up again, it saw the middle-aged Taoist.

That Taoist exuded a powerful aura, and he also had an aura about him that made him feel extremely scared.

"Master, after going up the mountain, I will take you to the medicine garden first. If the elixirs there are not dead yet, they are at least fairy medicines."

Qingniu's eyes shone. Taking care of elixirs is naturally troublesome. Some elixirs are very delicate and require monks to take care of them. If they are not handled properly, the elixirs may wither and die. However, some elixirs do not need to be taken care of. Just plant these things and let them grow on their own. The efficacy of the medicine will increase with the age of the medicine. After countless years, it will naturally become amazing.

The word "elixir" is now very difficult to find in the world. Each major sect may have one or two immortal elixir seeds, or elixirs that are being cultivated, but most sects' elixirs are probably still growing. The stage is not fully mature. In other words, it takes a long time for the elixir to grow. Even if the monks planted it before the endless years, after the endless years, even if it matures, it will be eaten by those in the sect. The big people picked it and ate it, but it was difficult to save it for later.

The middle-aged Taoist has now reached the realm of great freedom. He is a special existence among the monks in the realm of forgetfulness. It will not be easy to move forward.

If we can rely on the existence of fairy medicine, we can break through the shackles and take a new step.

Now the elixir mentioned by Qingniu will naturally make the middle-aged Taoist excited.

The middle-aged Taoist took a deep look at Qing Niu and said calmly, "Don't have any other thoughts. If I find it, I won't treat you badly."

Qing Niu hummed and said flatteringly, "Master, you will naturally enjoy the elixir. When the time comes, I will only need some fruits to quench my thirst."

The middle-aged Taoist didn't say anything, but just glanced at Qing Niu sitting down.

The green cow stopped talking nonsense and walked towards the white mist. Its two horns seemed to open the curtain and finally entered the white mist.

The middle-aged Taoist still held up his oil-paper umbrella, but as soon as he reached the foot of the mountain, his face became a little ugly.

The green ox sensed the momentary emotional fluctuation of the middle-aged Taoist priest, and asked cautiously, "What's wrong with you, Immortal?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest holding an oil-paper umbrella looked at the sacred mountain in front of him, but did not speak immediately, just kept silent.

The green ox whispered, "Immortal?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest came back to his senses, did not speak, but just looked at the front.

Then he whispered, "Let's go."

He still held the oil-paper umbrella, without too many emotional fluctuations.

The green ox mooed, somewhat happily. It had been here many times, and now it came here again, as if it had not been too long, just that it had slept, then woke up, and came here again.

However, when it stepped onto the mountain path, it noticed the herbs on both sides of the mountain path, and became even more cheerful.

It lowered its head to bite the herbs, just like an ordinary green ox.

There was no difference at all.

Whether it was a yellow ox or a green ox, they all had to eat grass.

Even if the grass was different.

However, if Chen Chao saw this scene, he would definitely regret it.