Before I knew it, nearly a year passed.
In Ziwei Sanctuary, Chen Chen and Ziyue are already quite familiar, and even because of this familiarity, many Ziwei Sanctuary disciples are jealous.
But Chen Chen is a Mahayana monk after all, and there are only a few Mahayana monks in the entire Ziwei Sanctuary, so no one dared to trouble him.
On this day, Chen Chen chatted with Ziyue as usual, but today he mentioned one thing intentionally or unintentionally.
"Friend Ziyue, you have an extremely powerful immortal tool Wan Ling Cao in the Underworld Realm, dare to ask where this Wan Ling Cao came from?"
After a year of exchanges, Ziyue was no longer alert to Chen Chen, and said casually: "The spoils obtained after fighting the saint king after killing the immortal."
Chen Chen nodded and asked, "I have heard of the power of Wan Lingding when I was in the real spirit world. It is reasonable to say that even the Mahayana peak monks can't drive such powerful immortals?"
Ziyue smiled proudly when she heard this: "A single Mahayana peak monk cannot drive it, but my grandfather is the first refiner of the Underworld Realm. There is no treasure that cannot be driven in his hands. After decades of research, a special formation was developed. With the help of this formation, several powerful players can work together to spur the spirits."
"So, I didn't expect that Ziwei Saint King not only studied common magic weapons, but even studied immortal artifacts. It's really amazing!"
Chen Chen patted a rainbow fart without a trace.
Since the immortal clone has been cultivating in Mingyuan, he has been thinking of ways to ask the demon puppet Saint King every day, thinking about it, just so few methods.
One of them is to use the power of the Tower of the Nine Heavens Profound Town.
Nine Heavens Profound Town Tower is a powerful immortal weapon that is not inferior to the Ten Thousand Spirit Ding, and he can't move it now. Not only that, Chen Chen even feels that his strength is ten times stronger and he can't move it.
Then why can Mingyuanzong spur the Wan Lingding?
This question has been lingering in his heart, but since this matter involves the secrets of the Mingyuanzong, he has not asked it all the time. Until today, he thought he was familiar with Ziyue, so he pretended to ask it casually.
When Ziyue heard Chen Chen praise her grandfather, she was in a great mood, and said with a smile: "That's nature, only on refining tools, my grandfather is the number one in the Mingyuan world!"
Chen Chen thought for a while, and tentatively asked: "I have no research on refining weapons, but I am somewhat interested in formations. If the formations that motivate Wan Lingding are not a secret, I think Take a look."
Ziyue glanced at Chen Chen after hearing this, and said apologetically: "That formation is hidden in the temple of our Ziwei Sanctuary, and the temple except for our few Mahayana monks in Ziwei Sanctuary, any other No one can enter, but it will disappoint fellow Taoists."
"Haha, it's okay, I took the liberty, these secrets are really not suitable for outsiders to watch."
Chen Chen slapped haha, but silently remembered the incident in his heart.
The sanctuary of Ziwei Sanctuary, similar to a treasure house, has an array that can spur the celestial cauldron.
If he could get this formation, he might one day be able to spur the Nine Heavens Profound Town Tower, and if he could spur the Nine Heavens Profound Town Tower, all problems would be solved.
...
As the two talked, a streamer shot from a distance, and it didn't take long before it fell in front of them.
The visitor was a male repairman, dressed in Tsing Yi, with a hint of arrogance between his brows.
This person Chen Chen knew that it was a senior of Ziyue, named Huang Yu, who stepped into the Mahayana realm half a year ago. For this reason, the entire Ziwei Sanctuary held a grand celebration, and he followed him for half a meal. Many months.
"Junior Sister Ziyue, Master Uncle asked me to tell you that the Temple of the Underworld will open in three days, so be prepared."
Huang Yu had a gentle smile on his face, and his tone was even more breathtaking.
Ziyue was overjoyed when she heard this: "It's great, I'm going to make preparations now."
After speaking, she turned around and left, but soon she seemed to think of something. Turning around, she said to Chen Chen, "Daoyou Zhang, you will go with me on this trip. If nothing happens, the other three Mahayana members of your Anti-Sky Alliance will also go. of."
"it is good!"
Chen Chen replied casually, but still thinking about the Jiutianxuanzhen Tower in his mind.
Huang Yu said to Chen Chen at this time: "Zhang Daoyou, although there are many opportunities in the Temple of the Underworld, it is also quite dangerous. If you enter, you must not be careless. It is not that we have not had the Mahayana fallen in the Temple of the Underworld."
"Thank you Huang Daoyou for reminding me, I will be careful."
Chen Chen said with a smile.
This person is so kind today, which is a bit unexpected. You must know that when this person didn't step into the Mahayana before, he was very hostile to him, and he often spied himself with disgust and jealousy, but he didn't break it.
Huang Yu nodded and turned to leave.
After he left, Chen Chen stood up and looked at the demon flower in front of him.
Compared to a year ago, the size of the demon **** flower has not changed much, but Chen Chen can feel that the demon **** flower is now like a baby, with a hint of dim wisdom inside.
"I went to the Underworld Temple for a while, and during this time you will stay here."
Chen Chen said softly.
The flowers of the Demon God Flower trembled slightly, as if responding.
...
Three days later, Chen Chen and Ziyue Huang Yu, two Ziwei Sanctuary Mahayana, went to the Underworld Temple together.
There was another Anti-Sky Alliance monk who accompanied him, named Yang Yao. Yang Yao stepped into the Mahayana realm more than a month ago. Among the twenty anti-Sky Alliance monks who came to the Ziwei Sanctuary to practice, except Chen Chen Besides, the only person who stepped into the realm of Mahayana,
However, Chen Chen knew that although Yang Yao didn't seem to have any problems on the surface, he had actually been killed by the Demon Puppet Saint King.
The Demon Soul Saint King wanted to control him, but it was only a matter of thought.
"Daoyou Zhang, this is a dangerous and dangerous trip. It is hard to guarantee whether the monks of the Dark Abyss will use any means. You and I enter the Temple of the Dark God, you have to watch and help each other."
Yang Yao secretly transmitted to Chen Chen.
Chen Chen glanced at him sympathetically, then nodded slightly.
This person's defensive heart is quite strong, but he doesn't know that the methods of the Underworld Realm are already lurking in his body.
...
The four of them flew all the way and arrived near Mingyuan after half a day. Chen Chen could even clearly sense that his clone was no more than ten thousand miles away from him.
"Friend Ziyue, is this Temple of the Underworld in Mingyuan?"
Chen Chen was a little curious.
He had heard the name of Hades Temple many times, but he never asked where it was.
Looking like this now, it seems to be in the deep abyss.
Before Ziyue could answer, Huang Yu said first: "It's not The Temple of Underworld is actually in the sky above Mingyuan. Whenever the evil spirit in the abyss is extremely strong, the entrance of the Temple of Underworld Will show up.
This Temple of the Underworld is actually a secret realm. The reason why it is called the Temple of the Underworld is because there is a dilapidated hall in the middle of the secret realm, and the word Mingshen is engraved on the stone tablet of the hall.
As for the source of this mystery, no one knows it, maybe it has something to do with the supreme existence in Mingyuan. "
"That's it."
Chen Chen nodded slightly, no wonder he felt that Ming Yuan today was a bit more terrifying than when he came as a clone.
After flying for a while, Ziyue and Huang Yu led Chen Chen and Yang Yao to the sky above the center of Mingyuan.
At this time, thousands of cultivators had gathered around. Chen Chen took a look. Among them, there were as many as fifty Mahayana cultivators. The others were all cultivating roots. In short, there was not a single weak person.
Under these battles, Ming Yuan's gloomy atmosphere weakened a lot.
(End of this chapter)