Chapter 478: Mixing Three Thousand Cave Heavenly Treasures and Calling Himself the Supreme Immortal in the Clouds

Author: Duguhuan

The mountain peaks reach into the clouds, and they are so steep and strange.

Two yellow scarf warriors who were made using the art of machine puppets carried the water tank and walked towards the peak.

Through the thick clouds and mist, Li Daoxuan saw some strange scenes hidden in this fairyland.

He saw a large tree with lush branches and leaves, and heads hanging on the tree. The heads were still alive, and they looked very ugly, with hare lips and corns, and pus on their faces. Drops of sticky saliva kept falling, corroding the ground.

But their voices are very beautiful, some are soft, some are crisp, some are cold, some are cute, they are all varied, and they are all female voices.

"Oh, the young master is disgusted..."

"Sir, Xiaorou lacks yang energy again. If we can't get yang energy, my father will not let us be together, wuwuwu..."

"Kneel down and offer your yang energy, or I will continue to whip you!"

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Hearing these voices, the yellow scarf warrior possessed by Li Daoxuan showed a strange look in his eyes.

So that was the case, so he said, how come the women in the paintings could actually communicate with people despite having no souls? Originally, he thought they were spirit spirits, but now it seems that this is not the case.

The head on this tree is the manipulator behind the beauty in the book!

Those men who think they are falling in love with the most beautiful woman are actually dating these monsters...

Li Daoxuan shook his head. Sure enough, it was a knife on the head of Lust. If those men saw this scene, would they vomit out all the food they ate last night?

Continuing upward, Li Daoxuan saw more ugly scenes.

The souls of many young men were escorted by machine puppets into a large bubbling pool filled with sour and smelly mucus. As soon as the souls entered, they woke up from their muddled state and screamed at the top of their lungs.

They tried to struggle, but were stabbed by the puppet holding a knife and stick beside the pool, and soon they melted into the sour and smelly pool water.

Li Daoxuan looked at the souls of these young men and found that they all looked depressed, their eyes were unfocused, they had thick dark circles under their eyes, and they looked like their bodies had been hollowed out.

With a thought, he guessed that these men should all be victims of "The Legend of Yagyu".

When these people have been squeezed out of all their yang energy and die, the last bit of value left in them is their souls!

Their souls will be escorted here and turned into this pool of black liquid with no function.

Li Daoxuan felt a murderous intention in his heart, but he kept silent and continued walking towards the peak.

After walking for half an hour, we finally reached the top of the peak. There was a magnificent and magnificent pavilion renovated above, called Qianji Pavilion, with a couplets of poems on the left and right.

"The tiger that goes up the mountain falls into the dust, and the dragon that goes down to the sea kneels down to catch it."

"Mix three thousand cave heavenly treasures and call yourself the Supreme Immortal in the Clouds."

Looking at this poem, Li Daoxuan showed a sneer, with your behavior of searching for the sun and refining the soul, how can you return it to the Supreme Immortal in the Cloud?

I want to see which evildoer dares to speak so brazenly!

Pushing open the door of Qianji Pavilion, Li Daoxuan finally saw the 'Supreme Immortal in the Clouds'.

He was wearing a feather robe and a goatee, holding a fly whisk and sitting cross-legged in meditation, with a burning alchemy furnace in front of him.

Feeling the arrival of the Yellow Turban Warrior, he slowly opened his eyes and his voice was full of majesty.

"fall!"

The yellow scarf warriors poured the Yang Qi from the water vat into the alchemy furnace. The billowing Yang Qi was so strong that it even flowed like water, and all of it was poured into the alchemy furnace.

At this time, two more powerful men came, carrying not Yang Qi, but black liquid boiled with souls, and poured it into the alchemy furnace.

The middle-aged Taoist priest nodded with satisfaction and then began to refine the elixir.

Li Dao

This is not surprising. Without some strength, the opponent would not dare to call himself the Supreme Immortal in the Clouds and make such a big move.

Fortunately, he discovered it in advance, otherwise when "Yagyuden" becomes completely popular, it will definitely lead to a catastrophe!

Li Daoxuan quietly looked around, but didn't find anything. He was going to open his eyes to take a look.

Anyway, the main purpose of coming this time is to collect more information about the people behind the scenes, rather than to fight head-on. Even if this incarnation of the soul is revealed here, it is not a pity.

With a thought in his mind, while the other party was concentrating on refining the elixir, his soul quietly floated out and opened his eyes.

The next moment, a chill suddenly rose, and even Li Daoxuan, who was accustomed to strong winds and waves, couldn't help but feel a chill standing on his head.

At this moment, he saw a pair of cold eyes hidden behind the middle-aged Taoist's hair, staring straight at him with a chilling sneer.

"Hey, I was discovered by you..."

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In many classical fantasy novels, there is often a story in which a person encounters a large family in a barren mountain and treats them warmly. They have an inexhaustible supply of treasures, treasures, and fine wines and delicacies.

But when he woke up, he found himself lying outside a mass grave. His former mansion and pavilions were in ruins, and the gold and silver in his arms had turned into paper money for funerals.

Li Daoxuan encountered a similar scene at this moment.

Under the eyes of the sky, the Qianji Pavilion, which was just as magnificent as a jade palace and a palace, now changed its appearance, like a ghost on earth.

The pillars turned into white bones, the candlesticks turned into blood-stained hooks and sickles, the walls were made of flesh and blood, and even the whisk in the middle-aged Taoist priest's hand was made of human thigh bones.

Of course, the most impressive person was the middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a feather robe.

It turns out that he has two faces, literally two faces, and one face on the back of his head, with complete facial features and an ugly and sinister appearance, like an evil spirit on a cold night, which is terrifying.

"Little Taoist, I saw something was wrong the moment you first stepped into this door. I made this Hercules puppet myself, and I will never wait and see quietly like you."

He sneered and said: "After so many years, you are still the first person who dares to break into my Thousand Machines Cave. You are so young and fearless. It's a pity that you, a good evil spirit, will become my bait."

There was no wave on Li Daoxuan's face, he remained calm and composed. He sighed softly and said: "Qianji Cave, could it be that you are Qianjizi, one of the five evil elders?"

When he saw Qianji Pavilion, Li Daoxuan had a guess at the identity of this middle-aged Taoist.

Among the Five Evil Elders, there was one who was very good at alchemy and weapon refining. It is said that at the end of the Sui Dynasty, he used the people of a city as medicine to refine a blood elixir that could greatly increase a person's power.

With great strength, he successfully advanced to the Yangshen Realm.

When he was fighting with others, he had almost endless magic weapons and various methods, so he was called Thousand Machines.

After being promoted to Yang Shen, Qian Jizi seemed to know that he was too popular and could easily attract attacks from righteous monks, so he quickly disappeared and has never been seen again.

Li Daoxuan did not expect that this famous demon in the evil cult would actually hide in the void and stir up the world with the help of a book.

"Junior, since you know my name, you can still be so calm, and your character is not bad. Why don't you report it to the sect. If there is an old friend that I know, I can spare your life."

Naturally, Qian Jizi would not be so kind, but seeing that Li Daoxuan was already a Yin Shen at a young age and should be from a famous family, he wanted to find out more information.

Li Daoxuan smiled slightly and said calmly: "I am from Longhu Mountain."

Qian Jizi's heart trembled, and at the same time a hint of joy emerged.

Longhu Mountain is an awe-inspiring name. The name of the Evil Five Elders may seem like a good thing, but if they weren't good at hiding, they might have died under Zhang Jiuxiao's thunder method or Zhang Qianyang's Tiangang Demon Subduing Formation.

Zhu Laomo, one of the Five Evil Elders, was chased for three thousand miles by Zhang Qianyang. His body was almost chopped to pieces, and his injuries have not fully recovered yet.

Nowadays, although Longhu Mountain has experienced civil strife and Zhang Jiuxiao died, it still has the sea-fixing needle of Lao Tianshi. Coupled with the extremely murderous national master in Chang'an, the capital, Longhu Mountain's strength has not decreased but increased. The prestige is even greater than before.

But for this reason, Longhu Mountain is a coveted treasure house for any monk.

Thunder method, golden elixir, sword technique, and the legendary heavenly book.

Qian Jizi once heard someone say that there is a heavenly book in Longhu Mountain, which contains a supreme secret method. Zhang Zhiyan can become the first person in the Taoist sect, and that secret method is indispensable.

It is said that the reason why the national master Li Daoxuan was able to defeat the Yangshen was because he had practiced the secret method of heavenly script.

Qian Jizi's eyes flashed. If he makes good use of this little Taoist's identity, is there any hope of obtaining the Heavenly Book in Longhu Mountain?

He sighed quietly and said: "You, Elder Zhenlian in Longhu Mountain, have an old relationship with me. Since you are a disciple of Longhu Mountain, I can promise not to kill you, but you have to do me a favor."

"What's the rush?"

Qian Jizi's eyes showed a hint of heat and said: "Open your soul and let me take a look at your memory."

Li Dao

Qian Jizi smiled gloomily and threatened: "Junior, since you know my identity, you know that I want to kill you. You can't escape. Either your soul is gone and I make a pill, or you take a gamble and choose to believe me."

He did not see that Li Daoxuan at this moment was just a ray of soul. Firstly, it was the mysterious skills created by Taizhen. Secondly, although he was distracted, he still had one-tenth of the strength of Li Daoxuan's body. This kind of Taoism, in He is already a leader among the younger generation of monks.

Li Daoxuan pretended to be a little scared, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, senior, you must keep your promise. Elder Zhenlian had a very good relationship with me during his lifetime."

"Don't worry, with Zhenlian's connections, I won't take your life."

But you will be turned into a ghost, and you will become my puppet forever, and you will be driven by me...

Qianjizi added silently in his heart.

Li Dao

As one of the five evil elders who was once famous all over the world, it was not that he had never thought that this junior was cheating, but the absolute crushing of his cultivation made him confident, just like a lion who would never be wary of the approach of an ant.

In his eyes, Li Daoxuan was nothing more than an ant that could be easily crushed to death. If he wasn't worried about the other party's direct attack, he wouldn't even bother to do all this rhetorical work.

A faint light flew out from the center of Qian Jizi's eyebrows and went straight into Li Daoxuan's spiritual platform.
To be continued...