Chapter 220 Zhenwujiao
Wu Chong walked quietly alone.
He has made arrangements for Ma Runan, Elder Tong Fei and others. After he left, Ma Runan temporarily took over as the owner of the village, and everything else remained as usual.
Ma Runan has been tested, so there is no need to worry about loyalty. And even if she really had an idea, it would be difficult to do anything practical. Most of the top and bottom parts of Mingjian Villa were painted by Wu Chong, and he was not afraid of others trying to seize his inheritance.
After conquering the 'Heart of the Wild God', Wu Chong's true essence attributes were upgraded again.
Nowadays, there is no need to find a special pollution power to draw human skin. It is precisely because of this that he can quickly replenish Shouchi's strength after the battle at Daisetsuji Temple.
"After passing this mountain, there is a carriage behind."
In the night sky.
Ding Wushang took Wu Chong and flew all the way.
Ding Wushang is a strong man who has perfected the Yuanshen Realm. He can fly on leaves and glide very far by tapping his feet on leaves. From below, he looks like a ghost. Not to mention Wu Chong, those who are cultivating immortals in the foundation-building stage can fly with swords.
If consumption is not considered, he can even fly all the way to the capital.
After walking for a while, Ding Wushang stopped at an abandoned inn.
"We've reached the end of the field."
Ding Wushang walked to the stage of the inn, and after confirming the pattern on it, he took a bell from his waist and shook it gently twice.
The bell is strange and has no sound.
Not long after, a carriage passed through the mountains and forests and drove towards the inn.
This carriage is like a ghost creation. It travels over mountains and ridges as if it were on flat ground. If some people in the mountains saw it, they would definitely think they had encountered a ghost.
"Let's go. The old master of Daxue Temple has entered Daozhou and will arrive at Mingjian Villa in half an hour. It's better not to contact the powerful people in the Heavenly Realm for now. It's too dangerous."
Traveled all night.
It can be seen how much the old host of Tianren Realm attaches great importance to Wu Chong.
The interior of the carriage is large and the interior is very luxurious. Fox fur cushions, large bed plus table and chairs.
There was actually a small wooden Go table placed in the middle.
The driver pulling the cart made Wu Chong take a second look, because he found that this thing did not seem to be a human being, but a mechanical creation. This reminded him of the 'Underworld Immortal' he saw when he was in the Twenty-eight Prefectures.
The more he came into contact with Daqi, the more Wu Chong felt the close connection between the two places.
Many things in the twenty-eight states originate from Daqi.
When he saw the 'pollutants' coming in the twenty-eight prefectures before, he worked together with the Emperor of Heaven and the Holy Lord of Huangquan to stop it.
At that time, he always felt that there was a black hand outside.
But after rushing out of the stone monument, he discovered that the world he saw inside was different from the world he saw outside.
There are no evil hands in the temple in the First Demon Forest.
There are only sacrifices.
"This is Huang Tiandao's puppet technique, driven by talismans."
Seeing Wu Chong's interest, Ding Wushang introduced him casually.
"Huang Tiandao?"
During the Twenty-eight Prefectures, Tianjie established a Taiping Dao, and the spells learned were derived from a scripture called Huang Tiandao.
"There are five paths under the Zhenwu Sect, and Huang Tiandao is the one responsible for the talismans and puppets."
Like the seven major academies of Confucianism, the top sect such as Zhenwu Sect also has the ‘Five Ways’, as does the other Daming Temple.
The higher the level of power, the more internal factions there are.
Just like the three top sects of Zhenwu Sect, looking up, they are also part of Daqi.
Countless forces came together to create this invincible super empire.
"Sleep, this carriage will take us to see the Master."
After running all the way, Ding Wushang was also a little tired.
But fortunately, he finally completed the task assigned by his master. Once he brought this boy to meet his master, he felt relaxed. What happened next has nothing to do with him.
Wu Chong couldn't sleep. He flew with his sword and consumed much less energy than Ding Wushang.
I opened the curtains and looked outside for a while, and found that the carriage was already moving on its own, and it was like walking on flat ground through the mountains and forests. Looking at the 'Cartman' in front, he exudes power similar to that of the ancient gods, but this power is extremely weak, not even comparable to a mark on King Canglan. It should be the use of another kind of divine power.
Wu Chong stared at it for a long time, but didn't understand the principle clearly.
This involves the foundation of Daqi.
The power of the ancient gods!
After realizing that he couldn't see clearly, Wu Chong didn't waste any more time. The carriage was speeding in the night sky.
Wu Chong closed his eyes and started a new round of check-in.
Experience value +300.
The carriage moved very steadily, and almost no bumps were felt on it. Wu Chong once opened the curtain to look at the scenery outside. I found that the place where the carriage traveled was basically a mountain road, and it passed several teleportation formations in the middle.
The teleportation formation that was once hailed as unbreakable by the three immortal islands in the Twenty-eight Prefectures has been mastered by the Zhenwu Sect.
It is even possible that the teleportation formations that the three major fairy islands come into contact with were 'sacrificially' put into them by the Zhenwu Sect.
Three days later.
The carriage slowed down, and Ding Wushang, who had been meditating for three days with his eyes closed, opened his eyes immediately.
"arrive."
Get off the carriage.
This is a Taoist temple in the mountains. Not to mention sparsely populated, the road up the mountain is very winding. At first glance, it looks like a shabby tiled house hidden in the mountain. If it weren’t for the name Changchun Temple hanging on the door, Wu Chong would have thought that I came to the wrong place. Looking back at the mountain road, it was so rugged and steep that even a normal person might not be able to climb the carriage that had been modified by the Zhenwu Cult.
"Sister."
Ding Wushang saluted the woman who was sweeping the floor in the yard.
When the old Heavenly Master attacked Qihuang, he took away a group of disciples, leaving Ding Wushang and the others behind.
Now that the Heavenly Master has returned, these brothers and sisters will naturally come back as well.
This woman is the chief disciple of the Laotian Master, the senior sister of the Zhenwu Sect! He is also the strongest person in Zhenwu Cult besides Lao Tianshi.
"It's little Tintin."
After seeing Ding Wushang at the door, the senior sister greeted him warmly.
Little Tintin?
Wu Chong looked at Ding Wushang, who was looking slovenly and wrinkled, with a surprised look on his face. At this glance, Old Ding's face was flushed. He was quite old, and he couldn't bear being called that in front of his juniors.
"Ahem! Senior sister, you promised me not to call me this nickname again."
"I know, I know. I act like an old man every day!"
The senior sister looked impatient, as if this was not the first time she had raised this issue with Ding Wushang.
"Go in, the old man is dozing inside, so I won't go in with you."
After saying that, the woman took the broom and swept to other places. Judging from the way she moved her broom and stick here and there, it didn't look like she was sweeping the floor, but more like she was passing the time.
"Senior Sister is very strong. Master once said that if one day he is gone, everything in the Zhenwu Sect will be presided over by Senior Sister."
On the way, Ding Wushang seemed to notice Wu Chong's doubts, so he reminded him.
Reserve Heavenly Master of Zhenwu Sect?
Wu Chong looked back and saw that the woman was still sweeping the floor at the door, walking back and forth.
There's nothing special about it.