I am cultivating immortality in Zhetian

Chapter 86: The Holy Son of Wanchu, Emperor Xi’s Broken Scripture

In the ancient rhyme hall.

Fu Jin revealed the identity of the man in black robe.

This person is actually one of the most ancient forces in the Eastern Wasteland, the Holy Son of Wanchu Holy Land, and the most likely candidate to take over the position of Holy Lord in the future.

But how could such a distinguished man conceal his identity and whereabouts and appear in that unknown cave? What is the origin of that cave?What is the relationship with the Dragon Monument?
All the answers seem to be about to be revealed before your eyes.

"My cultivation level is not high, but my courage is quite great." The man in black robe, whose identity was exposed, opened his cloak, revealing an extremely heroic young face.

There was a faint green light surrounding him, the brilliance was blazing, and the fluctuations coming from the flow of divine power actually made Fu Jin feel a bit familiar.

"Xihuang Sutra?" Fu Jin's eyes narrowed.

Although there are stagnations in the flow of divine power, it means that the ancient scriptures on the other side are not complete and only have a small fragment of the scrolls. However, they are indeed closely related to the Wheel and Sea Scrolls of the "Xihuang Sutra" he practiced. There is a faint echo between them.

"It turns out it's called "Xihuang Sutra". Was it created by an ancient emperor? No wonder it's so extraordinary." The Holy Son Wanchu looked surprised.

He did not understand the origin of the ancient scriptures. When he first obtained the half-volume fragment of the scripture, he felt that its profoundness and mystery were not inferior to the ancient scriptures of Wanchu Holy Land, or even superior to them, so he resolutely chose to practice this fragment of scripture. .

Facts have proved that his choice was not wrong. Relying on the mystery of this fragment of scripture, he could stand out from the crowd of geniuses and become the Holy Son of the Wanchu Holy Land.

"Have you also practiced the "Xihuang Sutra"? Could it be that it was also obtained from the ancient stele with the pattern of a human head and a dragon's body?" At the same time that Fu Jin felt something, Holy Son Wan Chu also felt some subtle connection, and looked excitedly Looked over.

"If you can learn such ancient characters from the ancient stele and practice the ancient scriptures on the stele, that ancient stele should be on your body!" Holy Son Wanchu thought he had guessed the truth, murmured in a low voice, and looked at Greed and desire coexist in it.

Fu Jin felt a chill in his heart.

"Don't you want to say it?" Wanchu Holy Son chuckled and pushed out with a palm. All the air in the hall seemed to be squeezed out, making it difficult to breathe and the surrounding space was solidifying.

Fu Jin felt like he was trapped in a cage, unable to move immediately.

It initially affects the space, which is a symbol of cultivating the secret realm of the four poles.

"Then I'll pick it up myself."

In Fu Jin's sight, the slender fingers seemed to have turned into a five-finger sacred mountain, blocking all directions to suppress him completely.

But at this moment, an ancient stele with an imposing manner even taller than the sky emerged, shattering the sacred mountain, shaking the space, with a simple atmosphere, surrounded by chaotic energy, and shed a waterfall of green light, shining on the Holy Son of Wanchu.

All Fujin's feelings just now were realized by Wanchu Holy Son himself, and this pressure was even more terrifying. It was like carrying a mountain on his back. He was directly pressed to the floor. It was difficult to struggle, and there was a banging sound from all the muscles and bones in his body. There was blood mist spraying from the pores, and it was almost crushed into powder.

"What kind of weapon is this?" Holy Son Wanchu reluctantly raised his head and looked at the young Taoist monk who was walking slowly across from him.

This power far exceeds the Holy Lord-level weapon on his body.

"Isn't it exactly what you want?" Under the help of Long Bei, Fu Jin broke free from the restrictions, came to the head of Wanchu Holy Son, squatted down, and said frankly:
"As you wish, now that you have it, you should be satisfied."

"It turns out that this stone tablet is..." Holy Son Wanchu understood that this was the stone tablet, but unlike what he saw, this stone tablet was actually a weapon.

Thinking back to the "Xihuang Sutra" just mentioned, he said in disbelief:
"Is this an imperial weapon?"

"Correct answer." Fu Jin nodded, stretched out his hand and began to search the body of Wanchu Holy Son unceremoniously:

"Where is the stone tablet you got? Give it to me quickly. I will use it to send you on your way myself."

"Don't be angry. These are the Emperor's weapons of the Supreme Path. They are used to deal with you, a little Four-Pole cultivator. It is the blessing you have saved for eight lifetimes."

"Tell me, where is the thing?"

After searching carefully, even the slightest shadow of the stone tablet was seen. Fu Jin kicked Wanchu Holy Son on the forehead.

Only then did the Holy Son Wanchu realize what kind of treasure he had missed. Faced with Fu Jin's humiliation with words and actions, he cowered and dodged, just like a bastard who had only been caught. He was so sad and angry that he shouted:

"Stop stepping on it, it's not on me."

"Where is that?" Fu Jin put away his feet.

"In the Forest of Steles in the Holy Land." Holy Son Wanchu simply said the place where he saw the broken stele.

The word "Wanchu" in Wanchu Holy Land symbolizes the initial era of heaven and earth, when all things were born and originated from chaos.The ancient scriptures passed down in the sect describe the secret methods in chaos, which are extremely mysterious and record the secrets of the beginning of heaven and earth.

But according to rumors, the ancient scriptures mastered by Wanchu Holy Land were not created by the founder, but were obtained from nine ancient steles with mysterious origins. They are the supreme treasures in the world of spiritual practice.

Perhaps due to the influence of the ancestors, since the founding of Wanchu Holy Land, stone tablets of various origins have been regularly collected in order to obtain the inheritance of ancient scriptures.

Over time, the place where these ancient steles were placed was filled with broken steles, which became known as the "Forest of Steles".

"Are you talking about one of the nine ancient monuments in Wanchu Holy Land?" Fu Jin asked with a frown.

The nine ancient tablets have great origins, contain the secrets of heaven and earth, and are the foundation of the Wanchu Holy Land. Once there is a loss, those who claim to be sleeping will be awakened and deal with him personally.

"No, it's not." Wanchu Shengzi looked at the big feet in front of his head and shook his head quickly:
"The ruined stele with the pattern of a human head and a dragon's body is in an inconspicuous corner of the forest of stele, and is guarded by only one senior member of the sect."

"Since the Forest of Steles is a forbidden area in the Wanchu Holy Land, there must be a lot of masters guarding it. You said it so easily. Are you trying to trick me into sending me to your door?" Fu Jin stared at the other party and said, said suddenly.

"No, it's not." Wanchu Holy Son shook his head hurriedly, although he did have this idea. "What I mean is that as long as you let me go, I can go to the Forest of Steles and try to steal the remaining monument."

As the Holy Son of the Wanchu Holy Land, but because he was threatened, he had to collude with him, an outsider, to guard and steal. No matter how he looked at it, Fu Jin felt that it was wrong.

As for his suspicious look, Wanchu Holy Son was very single:

"Don't look at me like that. The living Holy Son is the Holy Son. The dead Holy Son is nothing."

He can achieve such a prominent status and enjoy countless glory, provided that his life is still alive.

Fu Jin had to admit that the other party's tone was extremely sincere and the truth was [-]% reasonable.

such a pity.
"Go on your way with peace of mind." Fu Jin shook his head, and the rolling divine power urged the dragon monument to shake slightly.

The suppressed Holy Son Wanchu was completely dead before he could react, and even his soul was crushed together. His bulging eyeballs were full of doubts.

He has obviously asked for it and is willing to cooperate.

"I can't control a person like you who has a distinguished status, unconventional cultivation, and is willing to join forces with the enemy." Fu Jin gave his own answer.

Waving his sleeves, he searched for Wanchu Holy Son.

As a holy son of a sect, he naturally has a lot of treasures on his body. It was only because of the suppression by the Dragon Monument that he had not yet had time to use them and exert their power.

Bagua Mirror, White Jade Pagoda, Universe Mirror, Soul-Calming Bell, Taichu Sword, etc., and even a rare Holy Lord-level weapon.

In the end, Fu Jin found an evil item from his Taoist palace.

A blood box stained red by blood exudes a sad light. Under the tightly closed lid, there is a dangerous aura, as if there is an ancient evil spirit dormant, which may destroy everything at any time.

"Heavenly Demon Blood Box." Fu Jin recognized this evil object.

This is a celestial demon who is comparable to the king of the human race. He uses his own demon blood to refine the weapon for future generations. Once opened, it is extremely terrifying. The blood of the celestial demon will dissolve everything. The king who cuts the path must be careful.

Definitely a treasure.

Fu Jin carefully put it away, and with the power of the dragon tablet, he took out a jade bottle with the power of space from his body and opened it.

Two thin booklets, dozens of ancient books, and a stone tablet no more than a foot high.

What was recorded in the booklet was exactly what Fu Jin wanted.

The book was filled with the ancient text from before. As he read it piece by piece, the dragon tablet also conveyed its meaning to his heart.

Opening the second booklet, it was roughly similar to what the Dragon Monument had delivered to him.

"The Four Extremes Volume of "Xihuang Jing"." Although it is not marked on it, Fu Jin can feel a bit familiar.

"It's a pity that more than half of it is missing."

Fu Jin feels a little regretful.

I looked through those ancient books again.

Without exception, all are explanations about various ancient texts, including ancient divine texts, demon clan secret texts, etc.

To be able to collect so many ancient books, the Holy Son of Wanchu must have put in a lot of effort, and probably also relied on the power of Wanchu Holy Land.

As for the small stone tablet at the end.

It is also written with the previous ancient characters, and the material of the whole body is the same as that on the cave stone wall, made of an unknown gray material.

After more than ten days of cracking the dragon tablet, Fu Jin can roughly understand its meaning.

"Little Chaos Sword Qi."

This turned out to be a magical and mysterious method related to the way of chaos, and judging from its appearance, it should have been obtained from a cave.

"What place is in the cave?" Fu Jin was puzzled.

Since there was no record of the cave on the body of Wanchu Holy Son, he began to search for it in the buildings in the valley.

After a while, he found something in the clean room of the apse.

Just as he guessed, the cave is indeed related to a great sect that practiced the way of chaos in ancient times.

However, this sect later declined and was destroyed by masters dispatched from the Wanchu Holy Land. The inheritance of the Tao of Chaos in the sect was also wiped out.

The most important thing is that Fu Jin saw a very familiar object on a page about the sect's treasures.

Fuxi Long Monument.

(End of this chapter)