Chapter 270: Demon-Subduing Hall is full of ghosts, the Evil-Slaying Sword is hung on the beam to protect the world
Li Daoxuan stepped into the Demon-Suppressing Hall.
As soon as I entered, I felt a cold wind blowing towards me, mixed with a strong sense of evil.
The Demon Subduing Hall is the place where demons are suppressed in Longhu Mountain.
Some demons that are difficult to kill will be imprisoned here, and some small demons will sometimes be used for disciples to practice and increase practical experience.
Therefore, this place is filled with evil spirits and is a forbidden area of Longhu Mountain. Normally , disciples are not allowed to enter without permission.
Li Daoxuan looked around and found many high platforms with urns in the shape of urns placed on them.
He opened his divine eyes and saw many ghosts and monsters sealed in the jars. For example, the jar on the far right of the third layer contained a human skin.
The man's skin was extremely white, tender and delicate, like a beautiful jade. As if he felt Li Daoxuan's gaze, he trembled slightly and turned red.
A line of bloody words appeared on the human skin.
"Let me out, I can become whatever you want to see..."
"Or put me on and you can become anyone..."
Li Daoxuan glanced over indifferently, unmoved.
The things sealed in the jar are varied, including embroidered shoes with extremely yin energy, a comb with blood on its scalp, the bones of strange monsters, and even mountain spirits.
However, these monsters were placed in the Demon-Suppressing Hall and they were very well behaved and did not dare to make any unusual movements.
Because they were afraid of something, to be exact, a sword, a sword hanging from the rafters.
This sword is hidden in a copper sheath, the hilt is made of five linked sections, the edge is restrained, the sword energy is hidden, and it weighs eighty-one taels, symbolizing the eighty-one transformations of Taishang Laojun.
The green sword tassel fluttered, connected to a piece of ancient white jade, giving the sword a more otherworldly aura.
The most precious treasure of Mount Longhu, the male and female swords that can slay evil!
This sword is a masculine sword, the most yang sword in the world, with the magical effect of suppressing all ghosts and deterring demons. Just hanging there quietly, countless demons in the hall tremble in fear, and they dare not break the seal on the jar.
Because any demon who dares to break the seal will be met with the sharp edge of the Sanwuzhanxie male and female swords.
Li Daoxuan stretched out his hand and silently practiced the Pure Yang Sword Intention.
clang!
The male and female Sanwu Zhanxie swords trembled slightly, emitting a startling sharp edge. Suddenly, several sword marks appeared on the walls of the Demon Subduing Hall. The brilliant sword energy was like a red sun about to break at dawn, scaring countless jars into shaking continuously.
An extremely contradictory emotion came from the male and female Sanwuzhanxie swords.
It seemed that it wanted to unsheathe its sword and respond to Li Daoxuan's call, but due to a very important mission, it had to stay here and could not unsheathe its sword easily.
Tangled and struggling.
This made Li Daoxuan show a hint of surprise. You know, ever since he obtained the Pure Yang Sword Intent, no sword could refuse his call.
Whether it was his junior sister's Lilong Sword or Xu Jianxian's Wanren Divine Sword, he could summon them easily.
This is the first time I have encountered a sword that is entangled and hesitant.
It was worthy of being a gift from the Taoist ancestor, the sword of Heavenly Master Zhang Daoling. It had such amazing spirituality that Li Daoxuan had never seen such a sword in his life.
"Strange, why does the sword make a sound?"
Elder Zhenlian entered the hall with a confused look on his face. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and asked excitedly, "Could it be that my brother is about to wake up?"
The male and female Sanwu Zhanxie swords are very arrogant. Apart from the successive Heavenly Masters, no one else can pull them out.
It's trembling, which may mean the old Taoist priest is about to wake up!
Zhang Jiuxiao frowned slightly when he heard this.
Zhang Qianyang looked around and immediately asked, "Where's the old man? Why can't I see him?"
Zhenlian immediately said, "It should be in the inner room."
Everyone walked through the main hall and entered the inner room, where they saw the old Taoist priest lying on the couch.
On the bed, an old man had his eyes closed, his hair and beard were as white as snow, and his breathing was long and slow, as if he was having a beautiful dream that he didn't want to wake up from.
He was covered with thick bedding and there was a red clay stove next to him, but he still seemed to feel cold. His face was pale and he exuded a hint of chill.
At this moment, the old Taoist master is no longer the immortal leader who can slay demons in dreams, but seems like an ordinary old man who is prone to illness and sleepiness.
When Zhang Qianyang saw this scene, his eyes immediately turned red.
He held the old Taoist's hand, but it felt very cold, like cold jade.
This is almost impossible. Not to mention that it is almost June and the weather is not cold. Even if it is the coldest time of winter, with the old Taoist's cultivation level, it would only be like a spring breeze.
Even the water and fire of magical powers could not hurt the old master in the slightest, let alone the warmth and coldness of the human world.
However, this thing that was originally impossible to happen happened at this moment.
Elder Zhenlian sighed and said, "Brother has been in a coma for six days and six nights. At that time, for some unknown reason, he suddenly wanted to go down the mountain and came to the Demon Subduing Hall to take the Sanwu Zhanxie Male and Female Swords."
"But before my brother could take the sword, he suddenly fell asleep on the ground. I and Master Ye from Maoshan were present at the time. It happened suddenly, so we carried my brother to the inner room first."
Liu Ningyan wiped the tears from her eyes and asked, "What did Master Ye say?"
Master Ye of Maoshan is second only to the old Heavenly Master in terms of strength. He is also the old Heavenly Master’s best friend for decades and is absolutely trustworthy.
Elder Zhenlian continued, "Master Ye said that brother was lost in a dream, and there must be someone behind the scenes casting a spell to manipulate him!"
Li Daoxuan frowned, lost in a dream?
With the old Taoist priest's cultivation and experience, his state of mind is also extraordinary. I wonder how many inner demons he has slain to be able to cultivate to his current level. What kind of supernatural power must be possessed by someone who can make him fall into a dream and be unable to extricate himself?
According to the Ghost King Xudu , that person should be the leader of the Moro religion, and he has been planning this for sixteen years.
Li Daoxuan was very suspicious that the mysterious leader of the Mara sect was not as scary as he had imagined. At least, he could not easily put the old Taoist priest into a deep sleep.
So the question is, with the old Taoist priest's supernatural powers and cultivation, why was he able to be defeated by the other party?
"Why is Master's body so cold?"
Li Daoxuan suddenly asked.
Taoist Master Zhenlian looked around, a hesitant look on his face.
Obviously, the answer to this question is not convenient for many people to know.
Zhang Qianyang held the old Taoist's cold hand, a cold light flashing in his eyes. If he found out who was plotting against the old man behind the scenes, no matter who that person was, he would crush him to ashes with his own hands!
"My fellow apprentice brothers, if you trust me, please go back first. I will definitely take good care of the old man!"
Zhang Qianyang clasped his fists to them.
Upon hearing this, although everyone wanted to stay and do their part, they also knew that the overall situation was more important, so they all bowed and saluted.
"Second Brother, I'm leaving the old man in your care!"
"Second Brother, we believe in you. We must wake the old man up!"
"Second Brother, if you need our help, just let us know. We have been waiting for you to return to the mountain for a long time!"
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After saying this, everyone left.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Jiuxiao's face looked a little unhappy. It was obvious that even though he had not returned to the mountain for more than 20 years, in the minds of the disciples, they still had not forgotten Zhang Qianyang.
