Sword domain master

Chapter 232 White Candle

On Ma Tou Mountain, under an ancient pine tree, a poor scholar wearing a gray cloth gown leaned against a tree trunk with a tired look on his face.

He has a thin appearance and a withered complexion, as if he has been weathered for a long time. His messy hair is covered by a worn-out Confucian hat, making him look a little down and out.

The scholar's name was Ren Huairu. He had read a lot of books since he was a child, was full of poems and essays, and had aspirations for the world. He devoted himself to his country and his country by relying on his literary skills and benefiting the people.

However, in this troubled world of cultivation, literary talent is most useless. Ren Huairu didn't know it when he learned it, but it was too late when he learned it.

"Since ancient times, poor scholars have been looked down upon in nine out of ten cases. This is true. Now that food is exhausted, the way forward is cut off."

Ren Huairu's eyes were filled with despair. He looked up at the towering branches of the ancient pine trees and murmured to himself: "What I'm most afraid of is that asking for my original intention will make my dreams come true. When I was young, I aspired to travel three thousand miles, but I hesitated and made no progress. I have been ignorant for half my life, living in the mediocre world." In the blink of an eye, all the hair in the hall is gray, and the children are staggering in the school. A few taels of broken silver make me grow old, but my heart is still young, and wrinkles are on my eyebrows. When I return to my dream after being drunk, I am still green and green. I just sigh that it was too hasty at that time. I have wasted ten years of studying. , I ended up in such a miserable state that I died in a foreign land. People say that the ancient trees that have passed through the years are psychic. If this is true, I can only seek a peaceful life for my soul. Madam, take care of yourself for the rest of your life..."

As he spoke, Ren Huairu slowly moved his body, knelt down in front of the ancient tree, and kowtowed hard towards the ancient tree. Just when he was about to take the next step, a cracking sound suddenly started, and the area under the ancient pine tree had just been touched by him. The stone was completely cracked in the middle, and a cyclone burst out from it. Following the cyclone, fog formed, and a gold slip floated out and hung in the air.

Such a sudden change frightened Ren Huairu's face to change suddenly, and he was about to retreat, but then he thought that he was already in decline and had nothing left, so he boldly walked up to the golden slip and took a closer look.

The gold slip is square in shape, with a side about three inches long, and is covered with glittering gold. Two lines of small black characters are printed on the front: Lian's body is shaped like a crane, and two lines of scripture are written under a thousand pine trees.

He carefully opened the gold slip, and densely packed words were written on the inside pages. With his grammatical skills, Ren Huairu recognized that it was a martial arts formula.

With the mentality of treating a dead horse as a live doctor, Ren Huairu sat cross-legged on the mat, concentrated on it, and began to practice according to the exercises and formulas on the golden slips.

Time gradually passed until he felt a warm air condense in his body. Only then did Ren Huairu open his eyes, with a casual smile in the corner of his eyes.

"It turns out that cultivation is so wonderful!"

As the air flowed through his body, Ren Huairu felt deeply that his body was completely transformed. His body that was close to withering became radiant, and his body felt relaxed and joyful as never before.

However, he had such an experience based on what he had practiced in the preface. Ren Huairu knew that this golden slip was definitely not a common thing, so he put it in his arms and hurriedly left here.

Passing through this mountain forest, there is a small town. However, Ren Huairu is now unemployed and has no intention of staying here. He just wants to get out of here and go home as soon as possible. However, as soon as he steps into the small town, there is a dark place. The radiating consciousness enveloped it.

"This young man is protected by Buddha's light. He must be extremely talented in Buddhism. If he is presented to the ancestor, he will definitely be appreciated!"

This guy in the dark is none other than Bai Zhu, who was let go by the Succubus Ancestor in the secret realm. Bai Zhu was lucky enough to save his life and get the storage ring for his teammates. Relying on the inner skills of the storage ring, he is now at the early stage of Nascent Soul. .

When he came out this time, he wanted to find another opportunity. As soon as he settled down, he was attracted by Ren Huairu who came to the small town.

Although this person is only at the second level of Qi training, he has an air of refined elegance when he walks, and the Buddha's light is faintly visible on his body. It can be seen from this that he has extremely high talent for Buddhist attainments, which is why he attracts the Buddha's light to gather around him.

After thinking for a moment, Bai Zhu's figure moved slightly and turned into a piece of black mist, floating around Ren Huairu. Before poor Ren Huairu could react, his eyes were completely dark and he was unconscious.

Under Bai Zhu's control, Ren Huairu finally became a disciple of Maoshan Ancestor and taught the Blazing Wind Ghost Sword Technique. In just half a year, with the help of elixirs, Ren Huairu's cultivation greatly improved and he could condense Qi and phantom wind in every move. Sweeping everything. The place occupied by Maoshan Ancestor is called the Soul Tomb. The Soul Tomb is vast and stretches for hundreds of miles, like a sleeping dragon across this vast land.

From the outside, this place is just an ordinary mountain range, but as soon as it touches the border area, you can feel an intimidating pressure coming over you, and you dare not go even half a step further.

In the center of the mountain range is a majestic ancient temple, which looks solemn and solemn. Various temples stand in the ancient temple, worshiping various gods. However, the sky above the ancient temple is covered with dark clouds and chaos. From time to time, lightning and thunder illuminate the outline of the ancient temple. , adding a strange color to this ancient temple.

Ten miles away on three sides of the ancient temple are the ghost city, the demon city, and the demon city. These three cities are the habitat and training ground of demons.

In the ghost town, the buildings are dilapidated and the walls are in ruins. It is a desolate place. The stone walls made of black bricks are covered with moss and vines. The streets in the city are narrow and winding. The houses on both sides are crooked and seem to collapse at any time. They are lifeless. , only the occasional shrill screams from nowhere filled the air.

The Demon City is where monsters live. They have different shapes, some are ferocious in appearance, some are enchanting and charming, exuding disturbing auras. These monsters are wreaking havoc in the Demon City, devouring all the breath of life.

The Demonic City is even more filled with demonic aura and numerous demonic shadows. The extremely powerful demonic people are unleashing their evil power here wantonly, making people feel powerless and desperate.

In addition to these, there are countless underworlds, corpses, and mass graves in the Tomb of Souls.

This place is filled with the smell of decay all year round, and the rich death aura dyes the entire ground blood red. Black haze floats in the air. Even if the sun is shining brightly outside, not a trace of light shines into it.

Powerful resentment and death energy filled the entire space, and from time to time there were souls wandering around in it, wailing. Unable to enter reincarnation, they would be trapped in this land of death forever.

Here, there is no life or hope, only death and despair. Everywhere exudes a deep chill, and anyone who steps in feels as if his soul will be frozen in this darkness.

Because of this, the Soul Tomb was created as a place of extreme cold and darkness, and the person who dominated this place was the ancestor of Maoshan.

There are countless monsters and ghosts here, and Maoshan Patriarch has even half a step to overcome the calamity. The righteous cultivators dare not enter easily unless they have reached the Mahayana realm. They can only enter if they can obtain a hospitality order, otherwise all intruders will die. The fate of elimination.

There used to be the leader of the hermit sect, Danxia Sect Ning Wu Ce, the former leader of the Tianji Sect, the leader of the Qiankun Zhengqi Sect, and the leader of the Tianshi Sect. They all wanted to enter this soul tomb at different times to look for opportunities, but they were all killed by Maoshan Ancestor. The barrier is outside, and although there is no winner or loser, it also prevents them from making any progress.

Among them, the head of the Yin Xiu Sect wants to seize an extremely yin land here. This person does not like to show his face, and he always hides his face with a human-shaped mask. The mask is composed of three pairs of small masks intertwined, each small mask. There are different expressions on them, such as happiness, anger, sadness, resentment, etc. Each expression looks both real and illusory.

He fought fiercely with Patriarch Maoshan for ten days and ten nights. This battle was so shocking that it made ghosts and gods cry, and even the monsters in Onizhong howled.

This battle made the two of them extremely admirable for their strength. From then on, the two of them also became sympathetic to each other.

In order to prevent the Soul Tomb from making too many enemies and attracting the covetousness of too many people, Maoshan Patriarch sent hospitality tokens to each of these sect leaders as a way of making good friends.

(End of this chapter)