Longevity begins with loose cultivation

Chapter 626 Patriarch of the White Tower
Qu Chi Lin.

Two streaks of light, one in front and one in the back, suddenly landed here.

Then, figures of men and women appeared.

"It's here."

With nostalgic eyes in Nangong Huan's eyes, she walked slowly to a clearing in the forest. She bit the tip of her tongue, held a drop of blood on her fingertips, and began to mutter something.

"Boom!"

The surrounding space suddenly vibrated.

In Lu Zhong's vision, a door that had been covered before was slowly revealed.

"Interesting, the entrance to this secret realm is really hidden in another dimension. It can be seen from this that the method of phase transfer back then should not be a rare technique. A monk in the middle period of Mahayana can also use it to build the secret realm of the mausoleum."

It has to be said that it is extremely safe to hide the secret realm like this.

At this time, Lu Zhong shifted his eyes to the side, and landed on Nangong Huan who was opening the entrance to the secret realm, and he couldn't help but think in his heart: "Be sure to guard against it, but it's still hard to guard against a house thief! I guess the ancestor of Nangong didn't expect that one of his descendants would Such an heir was born, and he brought outsiders to dig the tomb."

However, perhaps this is exactly what Patriarch Nangong meant.

Judging from Nangong Huan's words, Nangong Patriarch lived for hundreds of thousands of years before dying after being extremely honored. It must be a very meaningful move to set up a mausoleum and hide such precious spiritual objects.

Soon, a simple and majestic front door with gold and silver patterns appeared in front of the two of them.

Nangong called up a step forward and dripped his blood on it.

Then she played another spell.

With a "click", the door to the secret realm opened, revealing a gray vortex behind it.

Through this vortex, one can also vaguely see the secret place behind, where there is a huge mausoleum building at the location where the scenery is beautiful and the feng shui gathers.

"Crimson Pearl Grass is inside, fellow Daoist Lu, let's go."

Nangong greeted and jumped into it.

When Lu Zhong saw this, he also stepped into the gray vortex without doubting that he stepped forward.

After a while of dizziness, the scene in front of me quickly returned to normal.

As you can see from the outside, there is indeed a beautiful landscape inside, dotted with waterfalls and exotic pines, it is the best place to rest and sleep.

It's a pity that there is no spiritual vein here.

Along the Shinto path, the two walked towards the mausoleum.

However, not long after advancing, Nangong Huan's expression suddenly changed, pointing to the broken stone figurines on the ground: "No, the trap I set here before was triggered, and someone has come in here!"

Not just here.

As the two continued to move forward, more traps were destroyed.

However, there is good news among the bad news.

Judging from the traces at the scene, the wave of people and the two people should have arrived one after the other, so among the fallen stone figurines at the scene, there are even unextinguished mana spirit flames.

"Fellow Daoist Nangong, could it be that your clan did it?" Lu Zhong asked.

Nangong Huan nodded, moved his eyes to the depths of the mausoleum, and his eyes became cold: "It is possible, but even if the surname is Nangong, it must be a side branch that was once separated. With the degree of blood thinness of the side branch, the difficulty is no less than that of ascending to heaven. If you want to enter here, I'm afraid you will have to sacrifice a lot of lives."

"You mean, someone hijacked them and entered here?"

"Can't be sure, but can't rule it out either."

Nangong Huan took a deep breath and looked at Lu Zhong with an apologetic expression: "I'm sorry, this unexpected thing happened suddenly. As for the true identity of the hostage-taker, I can already guess a thing or two. Zu."

"Tell me, the landlord of the White Tower?"

Among the monks in the Long Central Region, the reason why Lu Zhong had an impression of this Patriarch of the White Tower was because the White Tower was generous and often bought various pills in large quantities, so he became a big customer of Luofu early on.

"That's right, it's this person!"

Nangong Huan nodded to confirm, and reminded: "Next, I would like to trouble fellow Taoists to make another move. The Patriarch of the White Pagoda not only broke through to the middle stage of fusion early, but also has a White Pagoda Immortal Machine that he obtained in the early years. This pagoda can be It can be said that it is extremely difficult to deal with the suppression and suppression, and it can also release endless Gengjin Qi to attack the enemy."

To this, Lu Zhong just nodded.

No matter how much you know, you can't determine who is superior and who is inferior until you actually fight.The result may be that Patriarch Baita lives up to his name, or it may be that he has a better game.

If you want to be sure, you have to play a game to know.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise ahead.

Followed by it, there was also a pillar of dust gushing out.

Nangong called up a handful of dust, and seeing its shimmering appearance, his unattractive complexion became even uglier now: "No, the tombstone on the first floor has been breached!"

As she said, the two rushed to the entrance of the underground palace, only to see a broken stone wall.

On the ground next to it, there were already many monks lying down. Without exception, these people were curled up in the shape of mummified corpses. It was obvious that their blood had been drained just now to crack the tombstone.

For these Pangzhi people, Nangong Huan was not at all sad, but at the moment there was only anger in his heart.

She knows it when she thinks about it.

The purpose of Patriarch Baita's visit this time must be because of the things buried with him in the tomb.

Without thinking about how the news would leak out, Nangong Huan turned into a light and plunged into the opening in front of him, and sprinted towards the interior at a high speed.On the other hand, Lu Zhong looked around and followed after leaving a seal.

To say that the mausoleum of Nangong Patriarch is really not that big.

Let alone more than ten thousand feet long and wide.

In addition, there are ancient restrictions everywhere, not only to maintain the existence of the mausoleum, but also to restrict the space, and even the movement of the void will be restricted.

If it were someone else who came, they would definitely get in the way everywhere.

But the Patriarch of the White Pagoda somehow managed to go all the way unimpeded.

Not long after, the two came to a large hall in the depths.

At this moment, an old figure wearing a pure white cloak was facing the two of them with his back. His hands were groping in the coffin in front of him, as if he hadn't noticed their arrival at all.

At this time, Lu Zhong noticed that there was a stone platform in front of the left.

"This is the Clothes Tomb?"

He looked carefully, and the structure style of this stone platform was almost the same as that of the Nine Marrow Clothes Tomb in the depths of the Linghuan Mountains.

The similarities don't stop there, even the ban that seals the crimson bead grass on the stone platform is exactly the same as the Jiusui Clothes Tomb, which makes people doubt its origin.

"stop!"

Nangong Huan's eyes were on fire, and he angrily said.

Lu Zhong can understand this girl's current mood. Anyone who sees the bones of their ancestors and is insulted by others like this will probably want to peel them and tear them apart. Only by eating their flesh and blood can they relieve their hatred.

But looking at it, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and he reached out to stop Nangong Huan who wanted to.

"Wait a minute, something is wrong with Patriarch Baita!"

(End of this chapter)