"Who on earth has the ability to transfer all the magic skills of all the sects in the world to the stone tablet!?"

Taoist Weizi and Chen Ding thought hard and couldn't figure out who that person was. To be honest, even if a god comes, he only knows Taoist magic. But there are countless Buddhist magic explanations here.

How to explain it?

Being careful, I soon discovered the pattern of these stone tablets. He said: "Master, Master, uncle, take a look. These stone tablets are arranged according to the shape of the Eight Diagrams, and the big platform above is here."

He pointed to the second level in the Bagua Mirror: "Look here, does it look similar to the shape of the second level platform?"

Chen Ding nodded: "You are right, then the highest platform is the center of the mirror."

"Let's go up and have a look!"

Taoist Weizi led everyone quickly up to the second floor platform. As I said, it is built in the same shape as the second floor of the Bagua Mirror, and even the placement of the stone tablets is the same.

"This is the lecture notes and methods of cracking the golden bell of Zhengyi Sect."

"This is the lecture notes and methods of breaking the Buddhist "Vajra Subduing Demonic Circle"!"

"Let's go, let's keep going up!" Chen Ding frowned, looking at the countless stone tablets in front of him, and led everyone to continue going up.

At this moment, there was a vibration on the platform, and a joyful cry came from the highest platform: "Brother, uncle, are you okay?"

"who!?"

Hearing the laughter, everyone's hearts clicked, not because they were afraid of any danger, but because the words "Brother, uncle, are you okay?" made them feel particularly chilled.

"Oh my god, isn't that bastard Yue Lang!?"

"Master!?" I looked closely at Chen Ding's face, trying to see clues from his expression, but to his miscalculation, Chen Ding's face still looked very calm.

"Master must be able to recognize that person's voice! I guess Master is making huge waves in his heart right now, right?"

Seeing that Chen Ding's expression was unchanged, I felt even more sad: "The man who killed his wife and master is right in front of me. How can Master be so calm? He worked too hard to hide it."

Chen Ding responded loudly: "Is it Yuelang?"

The man responded with a smile: "Yes, it's me."

Several people looked at each other, and they all saw vigilance and anger in each other's eyes! Especially Zilong, whose fists were clenched to the point of banging, and his eyes were bloodshot. It is estimated that Yue Lang's hatred level has already exploded in his heart.

"You really are such a bastard,"

Chen Ding still asked calmly: "Yuelang, if you don't go to harm others, what are you doing here!?"

Yue Lang smiled slightly, and although his voice was small, everyone heard it clearly: "Brother, I came here to learn how to harm others better."

"Damn it, Yue Lang, you bitch! Traitor!"

Taoist Weizi was not as calm as Chen Ding. He cursed from a distance: "Hurry up and die, I want to clean up the house!"

"Ah ha, my uncle is quite energetic."

Yue Lang still didn't hear anyone, and only heard him sneer: "Uncle, you have such a bad temper that you have lived for more than a hundred years and you haven't died yet. It's really rare."

"Yuelang, let's talk about your bullshit! You have the guts to hide it!"

Seeing Yue Lang making fun of himself, Taoist Wei Zi shouted angrily: "Back when Wei An wanted to accept you as his disciple, and I tried my best to dissuade you but to no avail, I should have killed you with one blow, so that you wouldn't have committed a catastrophic disaster!"

"Thankfully you were soft-hearted at the time, otherwise there would have been another Taoist genius missing in this world."

Yue Lang said calmly: "You and Master are both called the "Twins of Qian and Kun". Although your strength is about the same, your character and temper are worlds apart!"

Hearing that Yuelang dared to call Wei'an his "master", Taoist Weizi was absolutely furious: "Yuelang, you thief, don't call Wei'an your master anymore, you are not worthy!"

"I knelt three times and kowtowed nine times to invite him for tea, and served him day and night. He will be my master all my life."

Yue Lang sneered: "As the saying goes, once you are a master, you will always be a father. What I killed that day was not my master, but my father."

"Here I go, what kind of theory is this!?"

The conversation between the two made me confused. He only felt that Yue Lang was eloquent but there were some fallacies that ordinary people couldn't understand. It was really nonsense.

"You were living in the snow drinking wolf blood. Who brought you back and raised you and taught you everything you know? You are a thief, and you can actually attack your own master!"

Having said this, Taoist Weizi felt very sad: "If it weren't for you, a thief, with my senior brother's talent and cultivation, he would have been in the Immortal Class long ago! Poor my senior brother, but because of your vicious hands, he fell into pieces

Death, the end of the soul!"

"The moon waxes and wanes, and people have misfortunes and blessings. It's not like you don't know that Master is destined to suffer disasters. When I become the Tao King in the future, you will know how valuable Master's death is.

"

"What? Dao King?"

As soon as Yue Lang said this, Chen Ding frowned slightly and said with a smile: "Yue Lang, have you ever asked me if you want to become a Taoist King?"

"Senior brother, senior uncle, we haven't seen each other for so long, let's get together on the high platform. Let me take a good look at your promising disciples, my good nephew."

After Yuelang said these words, as if he knew that Chen Ding and others would come up, he said nothing again.

"Let's go up and take a look. I'm afraid he won't dare to mess around,"

Chen Ding and Taoist Weizi were not afraid of him at all, and led their disciples all the way up. They walked lightly, and it didn't take long for them to reach the highest platform.
Chapter completed!